Shego rubbed a thumb gently over the smooth green scale, Kim wiggled a bit.
“It tickles!”
Shego smirked and pinched the bare skin of Kim's back making the shorn redhead cry out laughingly.
“Its one of Qing's, alright.” Shego pulled Kim's shirt back down. Teasingly, the young heroine pulled up her shirt a little again to be met by Shego's scowl and a light repproving slap. “Stop that.”
“Spoilsport.” Kim pouted and pulled her shirt back down. From what Shego could surmise, the young woman was still on her power-high. Shego had coined the term to describe what had happened to herself when Xaio Qing had given Shego much the same thing. With the alien magic flowing through one's vein, it made people overly confident, agressive, brazen and gave them illusions of grandeur. Much like certain recreational drugs did. Shego actually remembered quite clearly what an ass she had made of herself after Xaio Qing had graciously given her the gift and Shego had staggered down Er Mei in what Fong described as an ‘awesome impression of a gorilla beating its chest’.
‘Oh gawd.’ Shego groaned inwardly as Kim challenged her to an arm-wrestling match. She remembered EVERY detail of that night. Shego had told everybody who would listen that she would rule the world and would have a harem that had Angelina Jolie, Keira Knightley, Zhang ZiYi and a whole lotta other hot women in it. Thank god the only people who understood English that was around was Fong and Cheung.
“Come on!” Kim giggled, pushing Shego. “Lets go! Come on! Or are you afraid, huh? Is that it? Are you afraid Ms. Oh-I-have-green-fire-coming-outta-my-hand? Huh? Come on!”
Shego didn't know whether to be angry, annoyed or just amused by what an ass Kim was making of herself.
“You're so going to regret it in the morning when you come down.” Shego commented and ducked a wild punch. “Hey! Stop that!”
“Think of it as… fertilizer. To get a tree, you need sunlight, good soil and water. Your seed is still growing right now. This will help it along.”
Shego felt her heartrate climbing in anticipation as light fingers teased the ticklish flesh on her back. Xaio Qing straddled her waist, touching her tense body, trying to massage the knots out of her shoulders.
“The body is a temple for the soul… how true that rings. With such a magnificent body,” Another finger trailed down Shego's back, making her shiver. “The gift I give you shall truly flourish.”
“Wait.”
“Hm?” The scale gleamed between Xaio Qing's fingers.
“It'll shed?”
“Of course,” Xaio Qing chuckled. “Are you scared?”
“No.”
Xaio Qing planted a kiss on the designated spot on Shego's back. “Good.”
“What are you doing?!” Shego screeched and kicked at Kim, trying to detach the woman off her body.
“Sheeeego…” whined Kim. She had somehow managed to avoid Shego's attempts at pushing her off and was now mashing her face in Shego's breasts with a rumbling purr, doing her best impression of an octopus, hands grabbing everything she could. Kim even succeeded in eliciting a scandalized squawk from Shego as hands freely groped Shego's perky ass.
“Stop it you freaking pervert!” Shego finally managed to push Kim off, breathing heavily. A predatory look had come over Kim's eyes.
“Shego… don't play around,” Shego's eyes widened as Kim loosened the top button of her shirt. They had spent a year together. Kim was a woman. A mature young woman. If Shego forgot that before, Kim was reminding her right now.
“We are NOT doing this!” Shego hissed, hands clenched into fists as she relaxed into a fighter's stance. Shego was trying so hard to keep the angry look on her face. But Kim's striptease had just taken a turn for the ridiculous as the redhead sung off tune in between swearing under her breath at her pants that had somehow gotten tangled as she proceeded to take them off.
“Kim.” Shego sat down cross-legged on the floor as she watched Kim, who was now rolling around the floor kicking at her pants in an attempt to get them off her. “Kim. What do you think you're doing?”
“Gotta be free…” Kim muttered in reply. “Clothes… are… enclosing! RRRARH!”
Kim tore off her clothes in a very good impression of the Hulk.
“Oh. My. God.” Shego covered her face with her hands as Kim ran out the door. “Lookatmeeee!!! I'm the king of the world!”
Shego followed the exuberant redhead outside, eyes widening as the last two articles of clothing were flung up into the air and Kim was dressed in nothing else but her birthday suit and wading into the stream. The carp, who had been sleeping, swam away from her in fright as Kim splashed around merrily.
“Come on Shego! Its freeee!” Kim squealed, throwing water into the air. “And it feels sooooo good!”
“Psh,” Shego stood a distance away so Kim couldn't pull any surprise moves on her. The night was still warm, but Shego would rather not get wet. “Nono, you go ahead and do what you want.”
Shego stood there and watched Kim splash around in the moonlight, a wide grin on her face. With Xaio Qing gone for the winter, Shego guiltily realized how much she needed Xaio Qing to not be there. The entire summer, she had been checking herself, making sure Xaio Qing didn't suspect anything about her and Kim--not that there was anything happening presently. Everything that had happened was in the past. What had happened was a one time thing. Yeah.
Without Xaio Qing, she felt so at ease, knowing that the snake demoness was deep in slumber and would not be getting up any time soon. And when the cat's away… Shego felt an overwhelming urge to do… something. Like a teenager who's parents are away, Shego wanted to celebrate the sudden freedom. Not as wildly as Kim was doing right now. But something she hadn't been allowed to do the entire time Xaio Qing had been here.
“You're gonna catch a cold in that stream!” Shego scolded, realizing that she sounded like a disapporving parent.
“You gonna catch me?” Kim waggled her eyebrows. Shego just shook her head ruefully, Kim made a small noise of disappointment and stuck out her tongue at Shego.
“Spoilsport.”
Shego just chuckled and shrugged as Kim attempted to swim in the knee-deep stream. Leaving for just a moment, Shego came back with a long towel and motioned for the redhead to come to her.
“The water's fun!” pouted Kim, refusing to leave her place in the water.
“I'm fun,” Shego growled. “Come here.”
“Fun?” Kim got up, grinning lecherously. “How fun?”
“Very fun.” Shego gave Kim a seductive smirk. That got Kim out of the water quickly. Shego enveloped Kim in the towel and shivered when she felt that cold, wet and very naked body press against her.
“Shego,” Kim breathed out the other woman's name, her mouth seeking Shego's.
“Uh-uh,” Shego dodged the kisses playfully. “Come on, somewhere more comfortable…”
Kim followed eagerly, like a trusting puppy back into her own room. “Shego,” Kim licked her suddenly dry lips. Shego had backed onto the bed and spread out her arms to welcome Kim into them. As soon as Kim fell into those arms though, the brunette quickly pressed some points on the back of Kim's neck and the redhead fell forward senselessly.
“Trust me.” Shego moved the unconscious Kim off of her. Placing the girl in bed, she smoothed back Kim's bangs, which had escaped Kim's amateur hacking. “You'll thank me later.” Shego stayed there next to Kim for a while, one corner of her mouth pulled up in an amused smile as she regarded Kim's new ‘do. “When you wake up, we're gonna give you a make-over.”
Shego tucked Kim into bed and went back to her room. Changing into her night clothes, Shego burrowed into the sheets, sighing contently. THIS was what she had missed. The freedom to sleep alone in the comfort of her own room.
The big dog loped after the thrown stick and brought it back to the feet of the little girl who had thrown it, albeit a little slobbier than before. That didn't stop the girl from giggling, picking it up again, and throwing it. The black and tan dog promptly ran after it.
“Ba-ba!” The little girl ran up to a young man with shorn hair who was currently watching men load packages into his truck. At his daughter's call, he turned around and the sun gleamed off the diamond stud in his left ear. “Ba-ba, look, doggie!”
The dog ran up and sat down beside Ting Ting, easily looming over her by a good head and some. He dropped his stick and started washing Ting Ting's face with slobbery kisses.
“Ewwww!” Ting Ting squealed and hugged the dog around his neck.
“Ting Ting, no.” Cheung shook his head and sighed. “No doggies. We talked about this.”
“But-but-but I want it!” wailed Ting Ting who clutched the dog even harder.
“Ting Ting, our truck's almost full and there's still more stuff we need to bring back to She Cun. There won't be enough space.” Cheung pursed his lips together. “And what if that's someone's dog?”
“He's not! Ba-ba…” Ting Ting whined. “I want him! I-I'll feed him my rice. I'll take care of him and everything!”
“He's a stray dog, Ting Ting. And we have enough of those in She Cun. Why is this one so special?” Cheung knelt down in front of his daughter. Cheung struggled against his daughter's tearful face and irresistable pout. Where the hell did she learn to do that? Cheung could feel his defenses weakening. “Howabout this, Ting Ting. I'll look around, and I'll get you a puppy instead--”
“No!” Ting Ting shook her head as hard as she could. “I want this one!”
The black-faced dog panted happily, watching the exchange without a clue of what was going on.
“He's not even trained, Ting Ting.” To get his point across, he held out his hand to the dog. “Shake!”
Immediately, the dog placed a paw in Cheung's hand. Stunned by the dog's obedience, his eyes narrowed when he caught his daughter giving him a smug look.
“See! He's sooooo good. Aren't you? You're such a good boy!” Ting Ting giggled as the dog attacked her with more slobbery kisses.
“Well, can he roll over?” The dog promptly dropped to the ground and rolled over. He got up smartly and let out a bark, wagging his tail joyfully, happy to comply to the commands.
“Play dead?”
The canine dropped onto his back, eyes lolled to the back of his skull and his tongue stuck out the side of his mouth, playing dead spectacularly well.
“Don't even try.” Old Yu, the postman, chuckled.
“Yu,” Cheung greeted and accepted the various packages and letters. Stowing them away in the truck, the two men watched Ting Ting playing happily with the dog, who had miraculously come back from the dead. He pranced around, looking like a proud equinine. God, he was the size of one! Cheung had recognized the breed immediately, despite the mud on the dog's coat. A german shepherd. “This your dog?”
“Naw, showed up a couple of days ago in some gwi-lo foreigner's car.” Old Yu rubbed his nose. “Not theirs, though. They say its been following them around. Seems like they've shaken him and then disappeared and left the dog here.”
“He's smart, huh?”
“Damn smart.” Old Yu nodded. “Gentle as anything else and watches the kids just great. Why, just the other day,” Old Yu crossed his arms and settled into story-telling mode. “Blackie saved the Chan's boy. He was swimming in the old graveyard, see, and he got a cramp. Younger brother was around but he can't do anything. Good thing Blackie appeared out of nowhere and rescued the boy.”
“Blackie, huh?” Cheung noted the dog's fully black face and cringed at the name. “Who was the genius that decided to name him Blackie?”
“So creative, eh?” Old Yu barked out a laugh and ended it in a coughing fit. Cheung pounded on the old man's back until he got his breath back. “Well, you can blame the children for that. They all immediately thought of the name.”
“So no-one owns it?” Cheung rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Would you miss him?”
“We would miss Blackie, of course. But if it pleases the representative of She Cun… we are sure you can offer him a better home than ours.”
“Thanks.” Cheung grinned. “Well, seems like a combination of Blackie and the good harvest of the other villages has saved YOUR village from the rest of the tribunal I need to collect.” Cheung stopped several coolies from loading the truck. “That's enough. I won't have enough space for… Blackie, was it?”
The bags of supplies Cheung had been collecting was taken off the truck, to Ting Ting's delight.
“Thank you Ba-ba!” Ting Ting immediately jumped into the truck and motioned for Blackie to follow. The dog did so without hesitation and with great enthusiasm.
“Well then… I guess that's that.” Cheung and Old Yu exchanged handshakes. “Please tell your village this dog has cut down on a good deal of what Xaio Qing is asking for. Looks like Blackie's a hero.”
A pair of binoculars were trained on the large vehicle, unknown to the occupants of said vehicle. Jim and Monique watched the car drive away, careful to duck back into the underbrush when it passed them. Cheung was a person of interest. In all the villages scattered in the general area where Kim had disappeared to, there was always mention of the mysterious villagers of She Cun and their main delegate, Yeung Nam Cheung. And what they had heard had been extremely interesting, though some of the rumours bordered on preposterous.
“Magic?” Jim looked around the meeting room of the new Team Possible. “A giant snake demon? Get real.”
“It could be possible.” Dr. Drakken piped up from his seat.
“Who asked you?” Jim snapped.
Team Possible's new HQ was in one of Drakken's old lairs. Drakken had offered what little help he could, and Team Possible had grudgingly agreed to let him. Drakken had been a model prisoner when GJ had locked him up so they had let him out on probation and into the custody of Team Possible after Shego hadn't come for him. At first, Monique and the others had refused, pointing out that even if GJ didn't consider Drakken a threat, he was still a criminal that deserved to be locked away forever. GJ had CHARGED Team Possible to take in Drakken. It seemed Drakken had fallen into a deep depression since Shego had left AGAIN. Without Shego, he was just a dorky second-rater that the other prisoners beat on. Drakken might have been the brains(a BIG might have) in the operation, but Shego was the one who carried out his plans. Without Shego, Drakken was reduced to a nobody. While GJ was more than willing to keep those who deserved to be in jail IN jail; Drakken was just so pathetic it garnered the sympathy of the higher-ups.
“Man, I'd be worried too if I was Drakken. I mean, why would Shego stay with Drakken when she could branch out on her own?” Ron had whispered to Monique. Unfortunately, Drakken had been in the vicinity and heard what Ron had said and had immediately burst into tears.
“Poor guy,” Tim sighed. “I think I'd be like that too if I was an evil genius and the one person who would carry out my stupid plans left me.”
“But besides the snake demon thing,” Monique leaned back in her chair. “This lead is worth investigating.”
Rumour had it that this mysterious village could only be entered if one of the occupants of She Cun invited you. Otherwise, it couldn't be accessed. Tim and Jim had tried following Cheung on more than one ocassion, even using tracking devices or even stowing away on Cheung's truck. It was strange that no matter what they tried, they were unsuccessful in pinpointing the location of She Cun. So they had devised a plan to get someone to sneak into the village. Jim, Tim and Ron had volunteered readily. Even Rufus had volunteered. But people were generally suspicious of the outsiders and chances that if Cheung knew about Kim and was keeping her against her will, he wouldn't be open to letting outsiders snoop around She Cun. So Monique had sent the only member of Team Possible that could possibly get the job done. Tigger.
Jim had suggested his dog, and was confident in the young german shepherd's skills at reconnaissance.
“Well, what about Rufus?” Ron held out his naked molerat hopefully.
Monique shook her head. “Sorry, Ron. I'm thinking Team Possible's famous naked molerat running around would tip off our hand.”
So Tigger it was.
“Was our hunch right?” Jim asked eagerly as Monique watched Tigger's signal bleeping on the communicator. The woman held her hand up to silence the young man. Suddenly, the white dot that represented the microchipped Tigger started blinking on and off as it had run into interference… then it disappeared.
“Bingo.” Monique couldn't keep the excitement from her voice. Team Possible had started losing hope of getting any closer to finding Kim Possible, but now… now things were looking up.
“Trust me.” Shego tilted Kim's face this way and that, looking at the mop of hair on Kim's head with great interest.
“I don't know,” Kim said nervously as she eyed the scissors in Shego's hand. Outside of the sprawling estate, Shego had set up a chair, a table and a large mirror in a sort of make-shift barber's table. It was so much easier to cut Kim's hair outside where they didn't have to clean up afterwards.
“Please,” Shego ran her fingers through Kim's hair. “I can't do worse than what you did to your hair.” Pulling out a flat comb from her back pocket, Shego ran it through Kim's locks until she was satisfied. Scissors poised to cut, Kim stopped Shego again.
“What?” Shego asked impatiently.
“How are you going to cut it?” Kim asked.
Shego knelt in front of Kim and grinned. “You'll have a haircut any lesbian would be proud of.”
That earned a smack from Kim.
“You're gonna look beautiful, okay?” Shego pulled on a strand of Kim's hair. “Trust me.” Shego's voice took on a teasing note. “If its any consolation to you, I want you to know that nothing I can ever do to you now could ever embarass you as thoroughly as you did last night.”
“Can we PLEASE not remind me about last night?!” Kim hid her face in her hands. “I can't believe I ran around naked…”
Shego took this opportunity to snip away at Kim's hair while the redhead was distracted. “And grabbed my ass.”
“And grabbed your ass!” Kim's face was about as red as her hair.
Shego just chuckled as Kim bemoaned her total lack of self-control the night before.
The sun was warm on their heads and to offset the heat, a light breeze would occasionally stir up the air. It was a nice day.
endnote: Thereyago. And the teaser I put on the KPslashboard… don't you guys hate me? :D The ending sorta just… ends. ‘It was a nice day’. Hm.