“You were saying?” Shego chuckled throatily, and nibbled on Kim's ear. Shego sat against the headboard of the bed, Kim's back pressing into the front of Shego. The dark-haired woman held Kim in place with a strong arm as the young woman writhed in ecstasy, reaching back to desperately try to pull Shego closer. Talented fingers delved into her, touching places with a ruthless violence. Quick thrusts that made Kim arch up for more, want more. Cry out in short breathless shouts as the welcome intruders plunged into her. The sun was making its presence known as it peeked through the window and made a spot on the bare floor.
All night. ALL night. Maybe a few minute's break whenever Shego stopped to close her eyes and silently ride out that feeling of bliss or held Kim close as the redhead shuddered and screamed out her release; but there was no stopping. Shego trailed kisses over the other woman's body, murmuring into her ear, urging her up steadily towards that high pleasurable peak again right after they had fallen down. Kim followed willingly as Shego lead the way. Whenever Shego insisted and directed her to do something, Kim complied eagerly.
The piercing pain of entry when Shego had inserted an experimental digit inside of her, Kim rode out. The pleasure was everything, and that contrasting discomfort only pushed her higher and made her feel the most exquisite of agonies. Kim had held onto the bed, one leg draped over Shego's shoulder to give the woman better access, senseless in her desire as she pushed against that hand, aware that green eyes watched her. Aware that they watched, but fully beyond caring. Shego's feet slipped on the bedding, trying to find a toehold as she pounded mercilessly into Kim.
Her cries. Their breathing. The touches on her body, whether feather-light or teeth-grindingly intense, was all Kim was aware of.
When the sky's darkness was diffused by the first few rays of the sun, Kim had pressed her mouth against that sweet center of Shego's that finally managed to elicit low, guttural sounds from the quiet woman. Those pale hips bucked against Kim's ministrations, pale hands pushing Kim into that heady wetness. Kim grinned, feeling victorious when Shego doubled over Kim and let out a strangled cry when the redhead hit a particularly sensitive spot.
Now, though, Kim was paying for it.
“No! Shego, stop, I'm so sore--” But Shego hadn't listened. Dragged Kim into her arms and rained wet kisses her shoulders and back, holding Kim in place as her thumb massaged that swollen nub of flesh, making Kim draw in a quick ragged breath. Couldn't refuse Shego the entry and encouraged Shego with incoherent words.
“Shego!” The sound of the front door banging open cut off Kim's cries. Someone called out from the common room of the house. “Ni jie na li?”
Kim jumped nervously, and tried to pull away, but Shego kept one arm firmly around Kim, and the other hand worked Kim's sex vigorously, sending wave after wave of pleasure pounding on Kim's senses.
“Deng yi shou!” Shego called out, kissing every inch of skin on Kim that she could reach in her position. Kim let out a whimper, trying to hold back her cries of delight, holding them back; but also holding herself from falling over that wonderful drop. “Wo zhuo yi fu!”
“Wo deng ni, shi bu shi wo deng yong yuan.” The voice answered. Kim wished whoever it was would leave. “Jin kuai, Shego!”
“Deng yi shou! Come on, Kimmie.” Shego's breath heating up her ear was maddeningly arousing. “You want this, don't you? Can you do it without him hearing? That's the bad thing about being a screamer, you can't get off without making a sound.”
“Mmm…” Kim groaned in frustration. She walked that thin line that bordered on suffering. Shego's hand now took on a slow and deep rythym that coaxed her towards her reward; holding it out for her to take, teasing her with it, but Kim couldn't reach it. Desperate for the release she sought, Kim gave Shego the puppy-dog face. Pouted out her lower lip and gave Shego an award-winning, sympathy-enducing puppy-dog eyes. Shego, caught off guard, crumbled.
“Come on, no tears, Kimmie.” Shego's hand left Kim's spot, making Kim open her mouth and croak out a soft protest. Shego made Kim turn around to face her, finally relenting in her torture. With Kim's legs wrapped around Shego's waist, the villainess pressed Kim's face into her shoulder, muffling any sounds Kim might make. Shego moved her hips suggestively, brushing against Kim's throbbing center and smiled when the redhead gasped in understanding. Slowly, Kim bounced in Shego's lap, rubbing that aching spot against Shego's, steadily going faster and faster.
“Mmmph!” Kim screamed into Shego's shoulder and bit down as she ground her pelvis against Shego, felt the dam break. Her muted screams tingled through Shego's body, the bite sending the dark-haired woman's senses into overload as she stiffened in her own rapture.
“God,” Kim whispered, slumping bonelessly in Shego's arms. She saw stars. Afterwaves of pleasure followed the initial supernova burst of bliss and washed over her. Kim shivered, incredibly sated. Just so incredibly sated, feeling Shego's satisfaction mixing with her own. “God…”
“Yes?” Shego joked.
Kim had enough energy to throw Shego a dirty look. Shego smirked, extricating herself from Kim and headed to her wardrobe to pick out a pair of pants, slipping them on hurriedly as the man hollered again.
“Wo lai!” Shego shouted back. She looked around the room, sucking off Kim's juice from her fingers absentmindedly, as if she just had an extremely tasty lychee. Kim watched Shego, embarassed, but couldn't help staring. It was so incredibly sexy. Shego, in her bid to find her shoes, caught Kim's look and gave the girl a cheeky wink.
‘Shut up!’ Kim mouthed and covered her face in embarassment. She fell back on the bed wanting to groan aloud, but couldn't in case the person outside could hear her. When she felt the bed move, Kim opened her eyes. Shego was mere centimetres away from her, and she smiled before leaning down and kissing Kim, her arms resting around the other woman's head. The kissee instinctively reached up and wrapped her arms around the kisser's neck and closed her eyes, savouring those full lips on her own.
“Okay,” Shego parted abruptly, sitting at the edge of the bed and pulling on her shoes. “I'll be back later. Sleep in, okay? I'll send someone to check on you later, right now I got business to attend to.”
Kim watched Shego walk out of the door and caught fragmented pieces of conversation before the door closed behind her. Something about… something that sounded like fat height or something… Kim rolled over, more confusing thoughts taking place of the nonsensical words she had heard. She had just spent the whole night having sex with her arch-nemesis. It was amazing sex. The most amazing sex she's ever had!
…
The only sex she's ever had.
“Oh. My. GOD!” Kim squealed. Since there was no-one around now, she could scream as loud as she could. It was so surreal. What did she do?
‘I JUST HAD SEX WITH MY NEMESIS!!! … WHY DON'T I SEEM TO CARE AS MUCH AS I THINK I SHOULD?!’ Kim rolled around in bed, trying to burn off the nervous energy that now replaced the lust she had been feeling before. What had happened between them? Last night, Kim had just wanted to comfort Shego… well, she did end up comforting Shego. But not in the way that she had first imagined. What she had imagined was a heart-to-heart talk where Shego broke down and tearfully confessed to Kim how much she loved Fong. And then Kim would give her a comforting hug and slowly slip her hands underneath the woman's shirt--
“OH MY GOD!” Kim repeated and held a pillow over her face to try to suffocate that energy roiling inside of her. But a few seconds later, she had the pillow squeezed tight against her chest and was rolling up and down the length of the bed again, squealing. The implications of everything… was she with Shego, now? Like, with *with*?
‘This is SO the drama!’
There was a knock at the door, and Kim sat up quickly wrapping a sheet around herself.
“Come in!” Kim's voice sounded unnaturally high-pitched to her. Was Shego back? Kim was young, she was a teenager, and her libido was quick to rise at the thought of something that was so desirable to her right now. An old man opened the door and both woman and man gave a start at seeing each other. Panicked, the man muttered what Kim assumed was an apology while Kim burrowed into the sheets, mortified.
Libido quickly dwindling…
“Ah… you wear no clothes when you sleep?” The old man's embarassed voice echoed through the door as Kim cast about for her clothes, quickly tugging on her underpants and her pyjamas. “Very warm nights?”
“You… know English?” Kim asked, her amazement beating down her embarassment. She strode to the door and opened it, nodding politely to the old man.
“Not so good,” The white-haired man confessed with a warm smile. “I am Grandpa Cho? Today I will see to you. Would you like to eat? We eat.”
Kim followed the old man, as he shuffled out, leading the way, casting glances behind him to make sure Kim was following. She hurriedly slipped on a pair of slippers lying around and followed Grandpa Cho to his house, trying to walk normally, but she could feel that dull throb between her legs, the consequences of the night's actions. Tried not to grimace in the sweet ache. A family was already eating there and greeted her cheerfully, all of whom Kim recognized vaguely but didn't really know… except for one.
“Kim!” Ting Ting waved cheerfully from the table, as a woman spooned food into the squirming girl's mouth. “Zao shang!”
“Hao, hao,” The woman feeding Ting Ting clucked, and held out some food to Ting Ting patiently.
“Ting Ting is eating with us today, her father working and her new mother also.”
“Oh?” Kim felt a pang of guilt as she remembered a fact she had conveniently forgotten last night. Fong REALLY liked Shego. Fong was her friend. Fong might just be angry that on the night of her wedding, Shego and Kim had… god. “What are they doing?”
Grandpa Cho's face darkened. “Monks coming to… say hello. Shego go with them. Grandma Lo also.”
Kim felt a stab of jealousy and quickly quashed it. The fact that Shego had slept with her, and was now out with her ex made Kim a bit uncomfortable. Instead of dwelling on the unpleasant thought, Kim sat down at a spot at the table that was designated for her. “Monks?” Kim vaguely remembered having a talk with Fong and monks had been mentioned. “Is that… bad?”
“No talk about monks,” Grandpa Cho's voice was full of venom at the mention of monks. A couple of young men stood up and spoke soothingly, rubbing Grandpa Cho's back, trying to stop him from being so agitated. The old man took a deep breath and made a physical attempt to calm himself down. He sat down next to Kim and gave her a tentative smile, patting her leg in an absentminded gesture. “We eat, okay?”
After breakfast, Kim had excused herself back to Shego's place. Unconsciously, she had hoped Shego would be there waiting for her. When the woman was nowhere to be seen Kim had felt disappointed, but busied herself by collecting some clothes and headed to the public bathroom at the outskirts of the village. Since most everybody was already out working, there was nobody in the showers, and Kim had it all to herself. She relished the solitude and the calming affect of pounding water on her head. It helped her sort through her muddled thoughts and come to some conclusions about last night and a hell of a lot of questions.
The first thing she had to come to terms with was that she did sleep with Shego. She had sex with Shego. She had MIND-BLOWING sex with Shego.
Shego was her mortal enemy. Well, in the past months, that might have changed. Especially after what happened last night.
The realization that Kim didn't feel as weird as she should about the shocking change of events… worried Kim a bit. She had no regrets about what happened and only wished that Shego had stayed instead of leaving so early. The thought of sex during the day was incredibly hot…
Kim shook herself, firmly taking herself off that dangerous line of thought.
What would happen to their rivalry? Would Shego stop working for Dr. Drakken? What would Ron and Monique think about this development? What would her family think?
The thing that floored Kim the most was the realization that she might… like Shego. One night shouldn't make a difference at all. One night… it was a mistake, wasn't it?
If it was, it was a mistake Kim didn't regret.
After her shower, Grandpa Cho came to find her again and the first item of the day was that she was going to learn Chinese. Kim asked again if Shego was going to come back soon, and Grandpa Cho shook his head and explained to her that she might be gone for the entire day.
“Shego give me this,” Grandpa Cho gave her a tiny card as a way of curbing Kim's disappointment.
‘Good morning,’ The card read. Shego's scrawl was surprisingly neat and elegant. ‘today, Cho gon-gon has volunteered to help you with your Chinese lessons. Be good. I'll see you later.’
Kim eagerly turned the card around, hoping that there would be more. But it was just that one short message. It didn't fully satisfy her, but a warm glow settled in the pit of her stomach.
‘I'll see you later.’
Cheung and Kim walked in silence, through the forest to Er-Mei. Cheung was in no mood to talk, and Kim respected that and followed him in silence. It was slow goings. Cheung would ask for little breaks to rest. The meeting with the monks had gone badly, Kim presumed. Cheung sported a nasty cut at the side of his head, a split lip and would periodically rub his chest; his face scrunched up in a pained grimace. Fong fared a bit better and was limping a little, favouring her right foot. Shego was nowhere to be seen. Grandma Lo came back frazzled but unhurt, told Kim through Grandpa Cho that Shego had gone ahead to Er-Mei.
“Is she alright?” Kim asked, trying to seem nonchalent.
Fong leaned back in her chair wearily. “She's alright. She's much better than all of us, actually.” Fong reached over and placed a hand on Cheung's arm, shaking him gently. Cheung glared at her at first, but tried to give her a smile.
“I'm alright,” Cheung sighed, rubbing his short hair. He looked at Kim, his smile strained. “If you ever run into a monk, and they're these bald guys in sorta yellow or orange robes--be careful.”
When they were about to leave, Fong pulled Kim aside.
“Take care of her,” Fong passed Kim a packet, making sure nobody else saw her stuffing it into Kim's backpack full of supplies.
“Yeah,” Kim nodded her head feeling incredibly guilty at the moment. “What is it?”
“Dried shredded pork,” Fong smiled. “Shego loves this stuff. Tell her to keep it in a cool dry place.”
Irrational jealousy surged through Kim. She didn't know why. Well, she did know why. It was the very thought of someone else besides herself knowing more about Shego than she did.
‘I mean, I've known Shego since high school. And Michelle's only known her, what, three years?’ Kim couldn't help thinking nastily. The rational part of her mind was rebuking her for the uncharitable thoughts and acknowledging that Fong, who had had an intimate relationship with Shego might know a bit more about Shego's personal life than Kim Possible would. But the thing about irrational jealousy was that it was seldom rational.
“Yeah, sure.” Kim's voice was surly and she immediately regretted her rudeness. “Sorry,” The redhead apologized. “I'm just sorta… on edge.”
“Don't worry,” Fong grinned. “Having to spend time with Shego when she's in one of her moods isn't anybody's idea of a good time.”
“Here we are.” Cheung's voice brought her back to the present, the stairs leading up to the house loomed ahead of her. “Tell Shego I'll be back in…” Cheung calculated on his fingers, looking up at the sun and frowning to himself. “Tell her… maybe a few days. Ration the food some, the days are getting longer. Remember to tell her the days are getting longer. That's important.”
“Okay,” Kim was puzzled. When she had first arrived, she was pretty sure it was summer. The days were getting hazy, but she remembered it was some time in the summer. Which meant fall was coming. Which meant the days should be getting shorter, not longer.
“On your way now,” Cheung patted her on her back. Dark circles under his eyes contrasted against the sickly paleness of his face, betraying how much the encounter with the monks had taken out of him.
“Hope that,” Kim tapped the side of her head to indicate the wound on Cheung's head, “heals quick.”
“This is nothing compared to what they usually do to us,” Cheung waved away her worries. As Kim headed up the stairs, Cheung's voice floated after her. “You take care, okay? Be careful!”
For some odd reason, the hollowness in Cheung's voice; the way his voice quavered made Kim shiver. The young man's voice sounded shrill in the wind that was just picking up.
A storm was on its way.
“Be careful!”
The rain had been threatening Kim for a good long while amd the redhead just made the top, light rain started spitting down, the fat drops pelting Kim heralding the torrent that was to come. The outer doors had been flung open, Shego stood there, framed in the doorway, waiting for Kim.
“Hurry!” Shego called out. Kim broke out into a run and made it just before it got really bad.
“Hey,” Kim's smile was brilliant, and Shego couldn't help but smirk.
“Hey yourself.” Shego trailed a hand down Kim's arm lightly. “Come on, I got you a bit of dinner.”
Kim quickly ran her eyes over the dark-haired woman. No injuries. Kim let out the sigh of relief she didn't realize she had been holding in since Cheung and Fong came back to the village.
Shego lead the way through the familiar house. Through the dark audience chamber, its windows closed against the storm; through the roofed pathways, their steps echoing against the wooden floors. Into the dining room.
Kim let her backpack drop on the floor and turned to close the doors against the chill the rain brought. The next thing she knew, Shego had her trapped against the closed doors and Kim was eagerly returning the older woman's rough kisses.
“Shego,” Kim wrapped her legs around Shego's waist and the villainess supported her, hands cupping and kneading the young woman's buttocks as she ravaged Kim's mouth.
“Shego.” The floor met her back, Shego's fingers fumbled at the drawstrings of her pants.
Head tossed back in mindless need, Kim opened her eyes and was stunned by the silk screen sitting on the dias. The green snake motif watched her with sparkling emerald eyes that seemed to flicker with an inner fire. Beside it, Kim couldn't manage to figure out what it was… maybe… a beginning of a black tail? The pattern was particularly scale-like… and there were other things drawn in shining threads… but her concentration broke when Shego growled; her arms encircling Kim and crushing their bodies together. Kim whimpered, her lower lip caught in between Shego's teeth. The older woman chuckled wickedly at the sounds she tore from Kim's throat.
All thoughts of snakes, screens and tapestries evaporated as Shego moved earnestly against her.
endnote: sorry for re-directing you guys around… I'm so bad at training AND sex scenes -_-