Five months after the end of chapter 1
Kim waddled to the front door of the apartment, pushing the door bell. The apartment Shego was renting was definitely upscale; her first payment for the place may have been from the proceeds of her illegal ventures, but she had sworn to Kim that every payment since had been paid from her work as a Security Systems Evaluator. There was a surprisingly high demand for Shego’s services. Apparently, hundreds of corporations wanted to have their security checked by a woman who, almost half a year ago, had been considered one of the most dangerous thieves in the world.
Ron wasn’t with her; For once, he was the one busy at an extracurricular activity. While Kim’s ‘condition’ had forced her to resign from the school cheerleading team, Ron was still the school’s mascot. He had offered to resign, but Kim didn’t want that.
She had visited Shego’s apartment often since Shego had begun renting it; Shego had even given her a key to Kim to use when Shego wasn’t there. It was nice to have a place to get away from her family and friends. Since getting pregnant, they seemed to always be there, protecting her… being overprotective. Sometimes, she just wanted some privacy.
Oddly enough, while she objected to her family and Ron being overprotective, she didn’t feel the same way when Shego was overprotective. If anything, it was cute… seeing the once evil super-villain, who had vowed to never be ‘week’, hovering like a mother hen. It made Kim feel very warm inside.
Kim pressed the doorbell again. She was sure Shego should be home from her latest job, but no answer came to the door. Worried, she took her key from her book bag and unlocked the door. She pushed the door open, having to maneuver carefully to get both her backpack and her pregnant belly inside. She and Shego still hadn’t decided on a name for the baby, although Kimmy was strongly considering ‘Kasy’ (for Kim And Shego, Y’all). Her mom had suggested waiting until actually seeing the baby before permanently settling on a name.
The apartment inside was decorated in a mix of colors; dark greens and black predominated, as they were Shego’s two favorite colors. Kim had to admit a fondness for green; it suited Shego so well. However, there were a few touches of other color, mainly provided by Kim. For example, some of Kim’s cuddle buddies were sitting on a shelf. Shego insisted Kim had only brought them there to torment Shego, but Shego had let them stay.
The main piece of furniture in the front room was a large, oversized green leather couch facing a wide screen TV. The TV was off, but curled up on the couch was Shego. The woman was wearing her normal green and black jumpsuit, with a pair of black gloves (instead of her claw-tipped fighting gloves). A green duffle bag, with ‘Shego’ scrawled on the side in black permanent marker, was laying by the couch. Shego had apparently collapsed on the couch after arriving back from a trip to evaluate a new Japanese conference center.
Kim looked at Shego. In sleep, the woman looked innocent and vulnerable, an appearance Shego tried very hard to mask when awake. The woman had even, in her sleep, pulled a cushion against her chest and was snuggling it.
Kim sighed. Considering how much she had traveled when a free-lance world saver, Kim was well aware of the effects jet lag could have on your sleep patterns. She set her book bag down and closed the door, locking it. Kim then leaned over, trying to pull the cushion away from Shego so she could wake the older women enough to get her to bed.
Shego murmured in her sleep. This close up, Kim could see dark rings under Shego’s eyes. The woman had apparently not gotten much sleep in Japan… Attending conferences during the days, spending the nights ‘reconning’ the buildings. Kim managed to pull the blanket free, but then Shego’s arms suddenly moved. Not finding the pillow, Shego’s arms went around Kim’s body and pulled.
Kim, already leaning forward and a bit unbalanced by her belly, found herself laying on the couch, next to Shego. Shego’s movements, frantic a second ago, calmed down as her arms snuggled Kim. Kim looked into Shego’s face. This woman, the ‘father’ of her unborn child, was still in many ways a mystery to Kim. Despite the few hints of her past Shego had let slip, Kim knew very little about what had driven this woman to theft. Unlike her brothers, she was unable to ‘shift’… just as the meteorite had gifted Shego with meta-human healing properties and the ability to generate plasma energy with her hands, it had also marked the woman with pale-green skin… a color which Kim found ‘exotic’, even as many found it freakish.
Kim felt the woman press closer to Kim. To have slept through the door opening and Kim’s presence… well, Shego must be totally exhausted. Kim couldn’t bring herself to wake Shego now that she saw how tired Shego was. Kim didn’t have to be home for several hours. She could let Shego sleep. And Kim always DID like curling up with a good mystery…
To tell the truth, Kim could use a little rest herself. It was strange; less then a year ago, she thought nothing of zipping around the world and fighting super criminals. Now, the presence of the infant within her seems to be draining Kim of all her excess energy, often leaving Kim exhausted by the end of the school day. Kim closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of Shego’s body through the thin unitard Shego wore, and fell asleep.
Kim opened her eyes to see a pair of dark green eyes staring back. “Good morning, princess.” a voice said, voice husky with satisfaction.
Kim blinked. For a moment, she was disorientated, and then she remembered coming in and seeing the sleeping Shego. “Good afternoon, actually…” said Kim, blushing at finding herself being held this close to an awake Shego. “I came in and didn’t have the heart to wake you.”
“So you decided to join me yourself?” said Shego. She pulled Kim a little closer, feeling the bulge of Kim’s belly press against Shego’s body. “Not that I object, of course.”
Kim blushed a little, her belly seeming to nestle naturally below Shego’s breasts. “I was trying to make you more comfortable, and you kind of grabbed me in your sleep.” said Kim. In retrospect, the rational seemed a little thin. “I was feeling tired so… I took a nap also.”
Shego set up. “Are you feeling ok?” asked Shego, suddenly concerned. “Have you been overdoing it?”
“No no no!” said Kim. She sat up also. “Just… tired. Being pregnant takes a lot of energy… my mom says everything is fine.”
Shego glanced at a clock. “Almost dinner time, will your parents be worried?”
Kim glanced at the clock and gasped. “I didn’t expect to sleep THAT long…” she said. “My mom’s probably getting ready to serve dinner and wondering where I am.”
Shego stood up. “No problem… I’m hungry, and want to know how you’ve been.”
Kim blinked at the strange segue. “And?” she asked.
Shego smiled. “We’ve slept together… it’s only right I buy you dinner.”
Kim blushed. Shego smiled wider. Making Kim blush was a thrill for her… similar to the thrill of fighting Kim. At least, of fighting Kim when Kim wasn’t busy carrying Shego’s child. “Seriously, Kimmie” said Shego. “I want to know how you’ve been doing, and I’m sick of Japanese food. Let me go change while you call your mom, and then we’ll stop at your house so you can change also, and then we’ll go out to a really nice restaurant, my treat.”
“Ok.” agreed Kim. “But we can’t stay out too late, I still have homework to do.”
Shego nodded. “Don’t worry, pumpkin.” Shego said. “I’ll make sure to get you home by curfew.”
Kim’s mom was reassured by Kim‘s phone call… she had been a bit worried, not having heard from Kim for several hours. Kim explained she had been with Shego, and that Shego was taking Kim out to dinner.
“Bye, mom.” said Kim, hanging up the phone and turning.
“Well?” asked Shego, standing at the doorway to her bedroom. “What do you think?”
“Wow!” said Kim, her eyes bugging out. She always knew that Shego had a great figure; Shego’s normal outfit made that clear. This dress, however, was new. First, instead of being a pied-piper’s mix of green and black, the dress was a solid, snug black sheath that covered Shego from her well rounded breasts, down to her feet. A slit down one side allowed Shego’s left leg to emerge. On Shego’s feet were a pair of high-heeled green shoes, and one hand clutched a green purse. “You look great.” said Kim. “And you make me feel fat.”
Shego stepped close to the younger girl, placing one hand on Kim’s belly. “You’re not fat.” she said. “You’re pregnant… with my child… and you’re beautiful.” said Shego. She leaned down and… much to Kim’s surprise… kissed Kim on the lips.
The kiss was nothing like Kim had expected. If she had imagined Shego kissing her… and yes, once in a while she had… she would have imagined the kiss as being like Shego’s fighting persona… hard, passionate, and fast. This kiss, however, was Shego after three months of ‘going legit’, seeing Kim filling with the child who was Shego’s baby… possibly the only baby Shego would ever have. The kiss was soft, gentle, and long.
Shego broke the kiss, leaning back. Kim stared into Shego’s eyes, and Shego stared back. Both women too stunned by what had just happened to speak. It was Kim who broke the silence.
“I’d… better go get ready.” said Kim. “If we’re going out…”
Shego nodded. She leaned back. “Right…” said Shego. “Let’s go, princess.”
Both women sensed it wasn’t the right time to discuss the kiss they had just shared… it was FAR more intimate, and dramatic, then either of them had expected or were prepared to deal with right now.
Shego’s car was… well, Shego’s. Obviously, it was bright green, with a black interior. To Kim’s surprise, it wasn’t a convertible or even a sports car, but a sporty looking sedan. When Kim had asked about it, Shego had explained she had been thinking of having Kim and, after the pregnancy, their child in the car. Shego after buying it had paid to have the car ‘upgraded’. It now had much more powerful acceleration, and extremely good brakes. Shego had the engineers go through twice all the car’s safety systems, worried far more about Kim’s and little Sheki’s (As Shego thought of the baby… SHEgo + KIm) safety then her own. In addition, pale green ‘flames’ were painted on the sides of the car, behind the wheels of the car. On the back was the custom license plate SHEGOFST (She-go-fast)
Kim snuggled into the passenger seat as Shego drove. Shego had driven from her apartment to Kim’s house enough times that she didn’t need directions. Kim found herself glancing at Shego every few minutes… to stare at the beautiful, exotic woman who seemed now to be such a big part of Kim’s life. Not sure how she felt, Kim just rode in silence to her house.
Well, mostly silence.
“Shego! Do NOT throw that plasma ball at the guy who just cut you off!”
“Stop honking, they hear you!”
“Shego! We are NOT going to try to jump the drawbridge!” (Shego hadn’t been planning to jump the drawbridge, but Kim wasn’t sure and felt it was better to be safe then sorry, especially when dealing with Shego. The woman may be going legit, but she still enjoyed the occasional adrenalin rush.)
Kim rushed up the stairs as Shego sat waiting in the front room of the Possible House. Tim and Jim stared at her from the kitchen room door, then looked at each other.
On one hand, this promised to be great sister-teasing material. On the other hand?
“Scary Touch Lady?” said Jim.
Tim nodded. “Too scary. “
The two twins returned to the kitchen table to eat their dinner.
Inside her room, Kim quickly stripped off her pants and top. The top was a maternity top, a concession to her expanding waistline. The only items from her regular wardrobe that still fit were her mission pants, and those loose fit items were even now too tight for comfort. She had bought a selection of maternity clothes, most similar to her normal everyday outfits.
About two months ago, Shego had surprised her with a gift card from Club Banana (who, it turned out, had a surprisingly large maternity wear section) and insisted that Kim use it for ONLY purchasing non-necessary clothing. Kim had complied, and one of the items she had purchased was what she reached for now. A pink, low necked dress with a knee length skirt, with an adjustable panel over her stomach for the baby. She wished for a moment that she could get away with high heels, like Shego was wearing… the woman was already a few inches taller then Kim, she didn’t need to be any higher. Still, being kissed by someone taller WAS a turn on…
Kim shook her head, firmly pushing the memory of ‘That Kiss’ (the capitals, in Kim’s mind, were unavoidable) and pulled on a pair of pink flat shoes, with built in arch support. The arch supports had been Kim’s mother’s suggestions, and Kim was ready to admit that this time, mother had definitely known best.
Shego stood fidgeting a little in the hallway. Dr. Possible, Kim’s father, had just told Shego not to keep Kimmy out too late or to get her into trouble. “Or, at least…” said Dr. Possible, with a strange twinkle in his eye, “in any MORE trouble.”. The experience had felt a little odd. Still, Shego thought, odd was something she should be used to.
“I’m ready.” said Kim.
Shego turned to look at Kim. Kim was descending down the staircase, clad in a dress Shego hadn’t seen yet. Shego couldn’t figure it out; Kim was seven months pregnant and didn’t seem to put any effort to dressing provocatively, yet she still seemed to look as sexy as… well, Shego herself. ‘Of course’, a little voice in Shego’s head said, ‘you might be biased’. “You look great, Kimmy.” said Shego. “Ready to go eat?”
“Always ready, these days” said Kim. She patted the bulge ruefully… actually, she realized, she and Shego both seemed to be touching or patting that bulge a lot, as if reassuring themselves that Kim was actually carrying their child.
“Let’s go.” said Shego.
Kim sat nervously in the chair, looking around. When Shego had said ‘a nice restaurant’, Kim had mentally pictured something like a Red Lobster. This was much beyond her expectations.
“A step up from Buenos Nachos?” asked Shego, smiling.
“A big step up.” said Kim. She glanced around again. The actual cloth white tablecloths, the fancy cutlery and plates, the lit candles and quiet orchestral music were all a bit intimidating to the young cheerleader.
“Relax, Kimmy.” said Shego. “No villains are going to come bursting through the kitchen, no monkey ninjas dropping from the vents, and no one here is judging you. We’re just here to eat a nice, quiet dinner.”
Kim nodded. She picked up the menu and looked at it, then blanched at the prices.
“I said it was a nice restaurant.” chuckled Shego. “Don’t worry, this is my treat like I said. I like living expensively on occasion.”
“Do you go out to places like this a lot?” asked Kim.
“Not a lot.” admitted Shego. “This is only my third time here, and the two previous times were with clients, on their tab. “
“What about as a super villain?” asked Kim. “With Drakken.”
Shego sighed. “Please… that man’s idea of gourmet eating was a restaurant where you didn’t have to get your own spork from the bin. And it’s kind of hard to get into a nice place when you’re on the FBI most wanted list.”
“Glad you’ve gone legit?” said Kim, hoping she didn’t sound like she was interrogating Shego. It was just that even after five months, and all the time they had spent being enemies, there was still so much about Shego that Kim wanted to know. It wasn’t often that Shego seemed willing to talk about her past.
“Oh yes.” said Shego. She looked at Kim. “Especially with you.”
Kim blushed. The subdued lighting in the restaurant flattered Shego… partially masking the woman’s odd coloring, but the flickering candle light bringing out the green highlights in Shego’s hair and emphasizing her large, green eyes. “I don’t know what to order.” admitted Kim. “Everything on the menu looks so good… at least, the parts of it that I can read.”
“Want me to order for you?” asked Shego. Kim nodded shyly as the waiter, in starched formal attire, came over to the table.
Much to Kim’s surprise, the ex-villains switched to French to place the order to the waiter. The liquid syllables, rolling off Shego’s lips, made Kim remember the tender kiss only a few minutes ago, and make Kim want to kiss Shego again.
The meal had been amazing, thought Kim, even if she wasn’t sure what it all had been. It had been definitely delicious, with large portions which suited Kim’s athletic metabolism and baby-supporting body perfectly. The waiter had served them both sparkling water, with a single small glass of white wine for Shego. Shego had offered to buy Kim a glass also, but Kim had begged off. Being with Shego was intoxicating enough. Since she was driving, Shego had only had the one glass. Dessert had been a decadent piece of chocolate cake, drizzled with chocolate syrup and so big that Kim had been possible she would never manage to finish it. After the first bite of the sweat, dark dessert however and it had promptly disappeared down Kim’s throat.
Shego had passed on dessert, just watching Kim eat… seeming to gain as much pleasure from watching Kim’s enjoyment as Kim gained from eating the piece of cake. Normally, being watched made Kim feel shy and embarrassed, but being watched by Shego made Kim feel… loved.
“It’s getting late.” said Shego. “I promised to get you back home on time, or else I’d ask you to dance with me.”
The band, actually live, chose that moment to start a slow, romantic song. Kim blushed furiously, visible even in the dim lighting. “We better go.” said Kim. “Another time.”
Shego nodded. “Ok, then… but you owe me a dance.”
Shego walked Kim to her front door. “Thanks for the evening, Shego.” said Kim. “I had a great time.”
“I’m glad.” said Shego. “Stop by my place tomorrow?”
“Of course.” said Kim. She used her key to unlock the door of the Possible house.
“See ya.” said Shego, turning.
“Shego, wait…” said Kim. Shego turned, and was surprised when the younger, smaller woman suddenly pressed close to Shego. She could smell Kim’s scent, a sweet perfume mixed with the delectable scent of Kim’s own body, filling her nose as Kim’s lips pressed against hers. The kiss was shorter then the one in the apartment, but just as passionate and tender. Kim broke the kiss. “Good night… I really enjoyed our date.”
Kim turned and walked into her house, leaving a very stunned Shego out on the porch. She raised one hand, ungloved, and touched her lips where Kimmy’s own lips had just been.
Ok, that ends Chapter 2. Just Kim and Shego, but I’m sure you don’t mind. Feel free to let me know what you think of the story and any suggestions you have for names. The two in the story (Kasy and Sheki) are just temporary… I doubt I’ll use them, since they imply one parent comes before the other. As you may have noticed, I had the details (Dating, Kissing, Sleeping) in the reverse order I listed them in the title. If you were expecting a make-out session, sorry but I don’t think it’s quite right in the story yet. Don’t expect Chapter 3 coming up this fast. It’ll be up when it’s up.