Kim looked at her homework with frustration. She couldn't focus because of the trains.
The metaphorical trains that is. The kind of trains that pass right in front of your house so often that you don't notice them anymore until they suddenly stop riding past, at which point the silence becomes unbearable.
Of course, no railroad track has suddenly been laid next to the Possible household, but ‘trains’ sounded better than ‘tiny lesbians screaming in orgasmic ecstasy’.
It had started a few weeks ago, on a simple, routine stopping-an-out-of-control-forest-fire mission. Not only were the local townspeople happy that rampaging inferno had been tamed, but so had the inhabitants of the forest itself. As it turned out, fairies did exist and they rather appreciated their forest being saved. They weren't exactly fairies that you'd like to expose small children to. They were nice enough and looked like pretty young women, except smaller, with wings and antennea. And leather. Shiny, black leather, high-heeled boots and the occasional corset. Their clothing usually did enough to cover up all the essential bits, but nevertheless drew obvious attention to the features underneath. Anyway, the grateful fairies had decided to help out Kim in return and had sent along two of their finest warriors with her, or so they claimed.
One, a petite blonde (petite, that is, even by fairy standards) was called Pfil and she was nice and reasonable enough and if it wasn't for the outfit Kim wouldn't have minded introducing her to her parents. The other one, Pamila, was… welll… even though she was apparently in something of a stable relationship with Pfil she nevertheless managed to give a whole range of new and disturbing meanings to the phrase ‘she can do anything’. Fortunately, their displays of affection usually took place inside the little birdhouse Kim had hung up in her room for them. Unfortunately, their displays of affection usually took place inside the little birdhouse.
But now, Kim noticed nothing but silence coming from their little house. That wasn't to say that nothing was going on inside.
“We should do something for her,” said Pfil ponderously.
Pamila, lying on the small improvised bed, lazily stretched herself. Not because she particularly felt like stretching, but because she wanted to show off her naked body to Pfil, just in case she turned away from the doorhole and towards her.
“We help her out all the time,” said Pamila. “Just last week with that mad golfer, for example.”
“Yes, but that's just helping with missions,” said Pfil. “I mean, would that really make her happy?”
“Oh, happy,” said Pamila. She stood up and went to stand behind Pfil. “And what kind of… happiness… would you have in mind?” she purred.
“We're not going to have sex with her,” said Pfil.
Pamila stroked her girlfriend's arm. “No? Who is then?”
“I… don't know,” Pfil admitted.
“I have a few ideas,” said Pamila.
Pfil turned around, giving Pamila the opportunity to quickly kiss her.
“Who then?”
Pamila wrapped her arms around Pfil. “It's a surprise,” she said.
“Pam…”
“Come on, have I ever steered you wrong?”
“No,” Pfil admitted. “But when it comes to anyone else…”
“See?” said Pamila, kissing her again. “Nothing to worry about.”
“But…”
“Later Pfil,” said Pamila. “I'll explain everything after I've made you happy.”
Pfil blushed. “You're incorrigible.”
“Yeah, but you love me anyway.”
Less than a minute later, Kim started on her homework with renewed vigour.
It was the afternoon of the following day and Kim returned home after a long day of school and saving the world. After saying a quick hello to her parents, she headed up to her room in case Pamila had gotten… playful… again and cleaning was needed.
Instead, what she found wasn't the expected mess, but Kim wasn't at all sure if the presented alternative was any better.
Shego was sitting on the bed, a shiny red ribbon across her… across her… chest, rope around her wrists and ankles and not much else.
“Uhm…” said Kim.
“So, it's kidnapping now, is it Princess?” said Shego.
“How did you get here?” Kim asked.
Shego raised an eyebrow. “Got a little visit in prison.”
Kim groaned. “Two fairies in leather?”
“Yeah,” said Shego. “That brunette really packs a punch.”
“Pamila, what's the meaning of this?”
Kim turned expectantly to the birdhouse. After some urgent whispering, Pamila flew out, sat down on the roof and crossed her legs. “You called?”
“Why did you kidnap Shego?” Kim asked.
“And giftwrap me?” Shego demanded.
“What? You're not pleased?” said Pamila.
“Pleased? Why should I be?” Kim asked.
Pamila looked confused. “What, you're saying you're not attracted to each other?”
“No!” Kim and Shego yelled simultaneously.
Pamila blinked and then started laughing. “Boy, is my face red. Oh well, nothing for it. Guess there's nothing left but for you to give her a single kiss.”
“What part of me not being attracted to her don't you understand?” Kim said.
“Yeah, that's why I said single kiss,” said Pamila. “Those ropes and everything'll only come off if you kiss her. It's a pretty simple spell, really.”
“You have got to be kidding me,” said Shego.
“She's not,” said Kim. “Trust me on this. Alright, I guess there's nothing else for it.”
Kim sat down on the bed next to Shego and, suddenly, had no clue what to do. Sure, it was just pressing a few parts of the body together and that would be it.
Kim tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Uhm…” she said.
“Yeah…” said Shego.
“Look, I just…”
Shego leaned forward. Her lips pressed against Kim's. And it was… pleasant. Weird, but…
Kim closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around Shego. And suddenly it wasn't the mere act of pressing lips together, but something more. Something Kim couldn't quite define, or maybe didn't dare define, but that she didn't want to stop.
And then the moment passed.
Kim hurriedly let go of Shego and scooted away from her.
“What the… Why am I still bound?” Shego said.
“Maybe it wasn't a proper kiss?” said Pamila.
“That was an amazing kiss, you…” Shego said. And then her brain caught up with her mouth. “I mean, I mean that was…”
“Just the kind of kiss two people have when they're not attracted to each other,” said Pamila. She grinned. “Alright, alright, look, Kim just untie her will you?”
“But…”
“Oh come on,” said Pamila. “There's no such thing as magic. Can't believe you two fell for that so easily. Must be because you're so not attracted to each other.”
“Drop it,” said Kim. She reached out to Shego and started untying her. “I'm really sorry about this.”
“Not your fault,” said Shego. “And tell that fairy to get back inside. She's leering.”
“You may not have an appreciation for the female form, but I do.”
“Pamila,” said Kim.
“Fine, fine. I'll give you your privacy.”
Pamila fluttered back inside just as Kim undid the last rope and started undoing the ribbon. When it fell down to the floor she hurriedly looked the other way and closed her eyes. She could sense Shego getting up and moving away from her and a small part of her regretted the sudden distance.
“Don't you have anything decent in here?”
Kim's eyes suddenly flew open. She turned around to see a part of Shego sticking out from behind the open closet door. She also saw a great number of her clothes flying through the air.
“What are you doing?” Kim asked.
Shego leaned back to look at Kim. Kim turned around, blushing.
“You really don't think I'm going out onto the street naked, do you?”
“Right,” said Kim.
Shego sighed. “OK, look, how about your mission gear?”
“What?”
“You know, the black shirt, the green pants, that whole get-up. I mean, you seem to have plenty to spare.”
“Oh. Right. Go ahead.”
Kim could hear the rustling of clothes and then, “Alright, you can look.”
Kim looked. “Wow…”
“This feels so wrong,” said Shego.
“I dunno,” said Kim. “I think it looks kinda good on you.”
Shego shook her head. “Yeah, OK, whatever. I'm out of here.”
Kim got up. “Actually, I should take you back to prison.”
“Hey, your friends just kidnapped me, alright?” said Shego. “I think I'm allowed a little freedom right now.”
“Well…” said Kim. “OK… But if you break the law, I'm taking you in.”
“Hey, I can break the law all I want,” said Shego. “All I need to do is making sure you don't find out about it.”
“Well, I guess I'd better keep checking up on you then,” said Kim.
“Looking forward to it already, Princess,” said Shego.
And with that, she was gone.
“So, you two are really not into each other, right?” said Pamila.
“Shut up,” said Kim.