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Revelations of Destiny	By : Kellendros Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 63461 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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May 7, Saturday

Kim opened her eyes as she felt Corscan’s firm warmth depart from under her left arm and where she was pressed up against it as well. Smiling, Kim rolled onto her back and stretched mightily while Corscan slid out from under the covers of her huge, comfortable bed and padded towards the door, heading for the bathroom.

Grabbing the pillows, Kim wedged a few behind her back and propped herself up slightly before half relaxing into the soft warmth surrounding her again, closing her eyes and drifting contentedly. After two days of being tormented by those stupid dreams that she could still only remember vague images and impressions of, she’d finally gotten a good night’s rest, and now she was enjoying the warm, happy place gently waking up from a great sleep sometimes resulted in.

Kim didn’t know how much time passed, but eventually she heard the door again, and she opened her eyes to watch Corscan crossing the room, heading towards her side of the bed and carrying a big glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, the way she usually did when Kim stayed in bed like this.

A broad smile slowly spread across Kim’s face as she watched Corscan approach; even after all these months she still marveled at the way her lover’s powerfully muscled body looked as she moved with that lazy, fluid stride of hers. It was at times like these that everything else fell away, until all that was left was the wonder and delight of what she had with Corscan—only the good, and none of the bad—and how amazing that felt to her.

“Mornin’ lazy girl,” Corscan smiled down at Kim warmly as she handed her the big glass of orange juice.

“Good morning Corscan,” Kim answered with a grin before taking a long drink of the chilly, tangy sweet orange juice Corscan had brought her.

Corscan wandered into the enormous walk-in closet that was off of her room, returning a few minutes later wearing a pair of her charcoal trimmed, light-grey cotton two-piece workout suits. By the time Corscan returned, Kim had finished her orange juice and put the glass on the night table by her side of the bed, returning to her previous lazing state of relaxation afterwards.

Corscan snorted in amusement, smiling as she stood and watched Kim lying back comfortably on her bed, a contented expression on the girl’s face as she lounged there happily. Crossing her arms a few moments later Corscan said; “C’mon lazy girl, gotta get up an’ get goin’ if you wanna get home in time.”

Kim knew that Corscan was right. Things had been… strained, between her and her mom lately because of the problems she’d been having since she’d started seeing Corscan, and she really didn’t want to be late for the Mother’s Day celebration the family had planned for her, but… she just felt so good right now.

“Mmmm, just a few more minutes won’t hurt…” Kim murmured with a soft smile, her eyes slowly drooping shut.

“Mmmmhmmm… yeah, riiiight…” Corscan drawled, raising an eyebrow. After a few more moments watching her, Corscan sat down on the edge of the bed and Kim half opened her eyes to look at her. A second later her eyes snapped open fully as she jerked forward, squealing and curling up while trying to defend herself from the tickling assault Corscan launched on her.

After a few minutes making Kim thrash and laugh until she was gasping for air, Corscan left off her attack, sitting back up and saying; “Now, what was that you were sayin’ lazy girl?”

Panting, and still wracked by the occasional spasm of giggles, Kim rolled over and watched Corscan watching her, an amused smile on the handsome woman’s lips and a twinkle in her gold-flecked, mostly green hazel eyes. Kim was definitely wide-awake now, but she still felt so good…

“God I love you…” Kim said warmly, smiling up at Corscan with serene eyes.

Corscan gave a soft exhalation of amusement and said; “No you don’t.”

It was so casual, so offhand, that denial of her feelings. Kim wasn’t even sure she’d heard right.

“Wha— what did you say?” Kim asked, sitting up.

“I said you don’t love me darlin’.”

Kim couldn’t believe it. Corscan smiled—she actually smiled—when she said it.

“How… how can you say that?” Kim said sharply. “After everything we’ve done together, after all we’ve… and I tell you I love you and you… How can you say something like that?”

“Because it’s true Kim.” Corscan responded calmly.

“But… you can’t say that! How do you know what I’m feeling? You can’t just tell me… you can’t!” Kim said, her voice rising with her growing sense of hurt.

“Kim, honey, I know what I’m talkin’ about,” Corscan said as she turned towards Kim, her voice strangely caring and… sad. “Tell me the truth darlin’; the very first time you saw me in my office, did it feel like somethin’ hit you in the chest, hard? Did everythin’ else just drop away until I was all you saw? Was all you could think of every moment afterwards me? I think we both know what the answer is, but tell me anyway Kim.”

“I… what does that have to do with…” Kim stammered under Corscan’s patient gaze, her instincts somehow fearing to answer the question, before that continuing stare forced it out of her; “No… no, I didn’t… nothing like that happened.”

“Then it’s not love Kim.” Corscan said softly.

“But… how can you know that? I don’t care about your stupid ability to read people Corscan; I know what I’m feeling god damnit, and you can’t tell me what that is!” Kim shouted, anger and pain coiling within her.

“Kim, I told you I didn’t want you gettin’ hurt by bein’ with me, an’ that includes lettin’ you hurt yourself. The simple fact of the matter is that unless it was love at first sight, you just don’t know me enough yet to be in love with me. You’ve only known me for three months, an’ although we’ve had some wonderful times, you still have no idea who I really am, what I’m really like. You can’t truly love someone until you do Kim, until you know them deep down, almost as well as you know yourself. You have to see them at their best an’ their worst, an’ know that you want to be with them either way.”

“Just because someone can make you come doesn’t mean it’s anythin’ more than that Kim. You might be crushin’ on me, or infatuated, or in lust with me, an’ I don’t doubt for a second that you actually care about me Kim—I’m not saying that you don’t feel somethin’ for me—but it can’t be love, not yet.”

“How can you say that?” Kim whispered mournfully, tears shimmering in her eyes. “Don’t you care about me?”

“Kim, I… I care about you more than I would have thought possible, but I won’t lie to you; I don’t love you, not… not yet.” Corscan said, almost painfully. “I… once you become the strong, exceptional young woman I know you’re going to be… by then I can’t see how I could possibly feel anythin’ other than love for you. But for now, it’s just not there. You’re not done becomin’ who you’re goin’ to be yet, an’ love…”

Corscan sighed deeply, and then continued.

“I’ve had dozens of close relationships over the years Kim, but I’ve only truly loved two people in my life. One of them was… was taken from me before her time, an’ the other… she… well, let’s just say it didn’t work out in the end.” Corscan said, a deep, abiding pain in her voice. “But from that… from that I’ve learned what love really is Kim. It… it hurts. It’s pain an’ sufferin’ an’ bittersweet longin’ an’ absolute bliss so strong it makes you ache with its power. It cuts you deep down, past blood an’ flesh an’ bone, slicin’ into your soul an’ openin’ a wound that will never truly heal. But it’s such a beautiful wound Kim, because what fills it is the one you love; as long as they’re with you it doesn’t hurt, an’ when they’re gone, your memories of them help you endure the pain of their absence until they return.”

“Love becomes a part of who you are Kim, entwining itself around your soul an’ essence until you can’t imagine life without it. But if it doesn’t slash its way into your heart an’ clamp down with a frightenin’ strength you can’t believe or understand the moment you see someone, then it takes time Kim. Time to worm its way into you, to become part of you. Time to grow from the understandin’ you have of the person who helps complete you, who can fill the hole that love will hollow out inside you for them.”

“So do you understand now Kim?” Corscan said softly, reaching out and gently brushing away a tear from Kim’s cheek. “It’s just too soon for you to really be in love with me, an’ I can’t let you think you are because if I do there’s just too many ways that you could be hurt by that. I didn’t want to hurt you now, an’ I didn’t want to make you cry, but it’s better I hurt you a little now than risk the pain you might feel later on if I didn’t, ok?”

“No, it’s not ok…” Kim said sullenly, sulking in her pain.

“Well, I can’t deny you that feelin’,” Corscan sighed and stood up, “but it really is for the best darlin’, you’ll see that in time. Now come on, you still need to get ready an’ go. You’ll hate yourself if you miss seein’ your mom off…”

“All right…” Kim answered morosely, getting out of bed and slowly going about getting dressed and rounding up her things in order to leave, feeling miserable all the while. She didn’t even notice that Corscan had left the room until she’d finished and looked up to find her gone.

Moving out into the main room, Kim found Corscan in the early stages of her morning workout routine. Saying nothing, Kim trudged across the big open space in a depressed slouch, her backpack slung over one shoulder and looking at the floor as she headed for the exit.

Just as Kim reached the door, Corscan said; “Good bye Kim. I hope I see you Monday…”

Kim didn’t answer; she just walked out in sullen silence.

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Kim was once more hugging a pillow to her chest while she sat huddled on the couch and sniffling into her latest ball of Kleenex; this one much smaller than the one she’d made while she was talking about what had happened with Ron.

Monique still couldn’t believe that, it just seemed so impossible that Kim would have let that happen—let alone contribute to it—both because of who she was and what Ron meant to her. But then again, it also seemed so completely human too, because Monique knew how much of a chore it was dealing with Ron sometimes, and with as much emotional baggage as Kim was carrying around now, Monique was half sure she would have pounded Ron into the ground herself if she’d been in Kim’s shoes—and that didn’t even take into account whether or not Monique’s suspicions about what was going on with Kim and Corscan were right.

“Wow… that… that’s pretty cold girlfrien’. No wonder you almost went ballistic on Bonnie last Monday.” Monique said, unsure exactly how to go about comforting her friend.

Kim snorted and smirked with a hint of wickedness. “Oh yeah, Bonnie, I’d almost forgotten about that. Damn, if she only knew how close she came to me breaking that oh-so-perfect nose of hers because of all the bullshit and power plays she was dumping on me that day, she’d probably piss her panties. That girl will never know exactly how much she owes Ron for her intact features, that’s for sure.”

Kim shook her head and then looked at Monique. “But you have to understand Mo, Corscan wasn’t being cold when she told me that. She wasn’t trying to hurt my feelings or anything, she just couldn’t help it. I’m not saying that I’m ok with it; I’m still pretty pissed actually, but… I’ve had some time to think about it, and as much as it hurts, I know she did it for my own good, no matter how screwed up that sounds.”

Kim sighed and looked away again, and Monique almost sighed with her. Her friend was defending the woman that seemed to have brought uncounted pain and torment into her life, and Monique couldn’t figure out if that was because of all the other seemingly favorable things about Corscan that offset the suffering, or if it was instead the reaction of someone who was in the situation Monique deeply feared Kim was in with this eccentric woman.

On that point though, Monique just didn’t have a clue anymore. Like a lot of things with Kim, this situation was over the top. Not necessarily beyond the drama, but certainly close, and more importantly, Kim’s relationship with Corscan seemed so damn complex that Monique just couldn’t puzzle out whether or not her suspicions were correct or not. One minute she was sure she was right, and the next Kim told her something that turned those suspicions completely on their ear.

Monique sighed. There was no other choice. She was just going to have to bite the bullet and straight out ask Kim directly, even if that risked turning the girl on the defensive. Monique just prayed she’d be up to the task of seeing this through if she was right and Kim started throwing up walls of denial and misplaced justification or explanations in the face of her questions.

“Kim, how does Corscan usually treat you? I mean; does she make you feel bad like that often? Or has she ever said anything that’s made you feel bad about yourself? Made you feel like, I don’t know, like you weren’t good enough or anything?”

“Noooo… not really Mo. I mean, every now and then she’ll say something that makes me feel bad because of the way she doesn’t hide the truth of something, no matter how harsh it is, or let me pretend otherwise, but for the most part, Corscan is usually trying to make me feel better about myself. I mean, she’s helped me get so much better at fighting, and to try and accomplish things I’d have never considered doing before. Heh, she’s even the reason I’m giving you such a run for your money on the honor role now Mo.”

“Do you fight a lot? I mean arguing, not training. Unless you fight like that too…” Monique continued carefully.

“Fight? I… hmmm…” Kim paused, pondering Monique’s question for quite some time before finally answering. “Y’know Mo, I don’t think we’ve ever really fought. I mean, I’ve fought with her plenty of times, but she never really argues with me, just tells me what she thinks and then sort of leaves it out there. The worst she’s ever done is debated with me I suppose.”

“And… has Corscan ever… hurt you?” Monique asked cautiously.

“What do you mean Mo? I just told you—”

“No, no, I mean has she ever hurt you physically.” Monique cut Kim off. “Like, hit you or anything…”

“Well yeah, all the time. I mean, you can’t train at our level without getting hit, and even as low intensity as we can go it’ll still hurt a lot when it happens.” Kim answered.

“No, that’s not what I meant Kim. I know you’re training with her and all, I mean, has she ever hit you outside of that?”

“What? No, of course not Monique. Why would you think…” Kim trailed off, her eyes narrowing as she recalled her earlier questioning of Monique, before her friend had told her she knew about what happened with Ron, sidetracking Kim into telling her these latest revelations instead.

“What the hell are you trying to say Monique?” Kim all but growled.

“I just… I need to know if… if Corscan is abusing you Kim.” Monique finished in a concerned, resolute rush, thinking; there, it’s all out in the open now. No turning back…

“You what?” Kim shot to her feet angrily, her pillow falling to the floor forgotten. “How in the hell could you ever think that Monique?”

“Oh come on Kim!” Monique stood up as well, keeping equal footing with her friend. “With everything you just told me and the way you’ve been acting all these months how could I not be worried about that?”

“Well I’m glad you have such a high opinion of me that you think I’d ever put up with something like that Monique! I mean, it’s not like I know sixteen styles of Kung Fu and save the world regularly or anything—oh wait, I do! Well, it’s always good to know what someone really thinks of you! I’m so glad we could have this conversation Mo! Maybe I should have taken you up on your first fucking offer this morning if that’s how little you think of me!”

“This has nothing to do with the kind of person you are Kim! Listen to me; do you remember my Aunt Bernice? You met her last summer when she came to visit us.”

“What the hell does your Aunt Bernice have to do with any of this?” Kim snapped with annoyance.

“Aunt Bernice was the first black woman in our home town to become a lawyer and get accepted into a real law firm instead of opening up a crappy little practice on her own and barely making a living. She was heavily involved in women’s rights and equal rights issues and she spent her whole life fighting against discrimination and prejudice, going up against some pretty powerful groups and people who weren’t afraid to fight dirty to order to keep her ‘in her place.’ She was a strong black woman who didn’t back down from fighting for what she believed in no matter what the cost was… and, up until three years ago, when she finally, finally got her wake up call in the form of two broken arms, a punctured lung, a shattered jaw, and a severely fractured skull, she was also a woman that put up with her husband’s abuse for nearly fifteen years!” Monique shouted.

“It doesn’t matter what kind of a person you are Kim; anyone can end up in that kind of situation, I know. A lot of these abusers are real predators; they know exactly how to twist things around and play on your emotions to get you into a place where you accept what they’re doing as something you deserve, or that you have to put up with because you can’t live without them. They manipulate the people they’re abusing so that they can’t see any way out, or even that there’s anything wrong with the way they’re being treated! And the really good ones—the kind that could convince a girl to give up her virginity on a bet for example?—they’re the ones that can get anyone to fall into that trap, no matter who they are.”

Kim was thrown off balance by Monique’s passionate revelation, but her anger was still running hot and mostly in control, so she shot back; “Oh, kinda like the way you manipulated me this morning Monique?”

“That’s harsh and you know it girlfrien’! I only did that because there was no other way to get through to you! And what was I supposed to think after everything you just told me? You’ve been acting more and more different ever since you met this woman, and you’ve been pulling away from your friends and family all the while! Yeah, sure, it could all just be blowback from the stuff you told me about, but it also fits all the signs of a pattern of abuse Kim! On top of which is the fact that you show up here this morning looking like you’ve gone ten rounds with Mike Tyson and telling me you can’t spend time with me like we’d planned, which is practically out of a movie of the week on this kind of thing! So you tell me Kim; what the hell was I supposed to think after all of that?”

Kim stood gaping and at a loss for words after Monique’s impassioned plea, unable to maintain her anger in the face of the girl’s obvious, almost painful degree of concern for her.

“Please Kim,” Monique said softly, reaching out and resting her right hand on Kim’s shoulder while looking her deep in the eyes. “I care about you, and I just want to help you. And… you still haven’t actually answered my question Kim. Is Corscan abusing you in any way?”

Kim shook her head. She just couldn’t stay angry with Monique any more, as much as she wanted to. Not in the face of that heartfelt concern. Kim gave a long sigh and looked at the floor while shaking her head again, answering softly; “No. No Monique, Corscan isn’t abusing me, ok? She might not follow the same beat that most everyone else in the world does, but she’s never done anything to hurt me on purpose in any way, all right?”

“Ok Kim, I believe you. But… Kim, what happened to you then? How did you get hurt like this?”

Kim felt the world constrict around her. She was already off balance from the latest loops the emotional roller coaster she’d been on since this morning had taken, and Monique’s question struck her in that moment of vulnerability—perhaps not the greatest moment she’d been vulnerable this morning, but a moment nonetheless—dredging up thoughts and emotions she had been adamantly suppressing for several days now, her fervent denial so strong it dwarfed anything she had ever previously experienced, including how she had fought against the possibility that she might be Gay.

“I… I…” Kim sat down hard on the couch, looking away from Monique and seeming to curl in on herself.

“Kim, what is it?” Monique asked as she crouched next to Kim and tried to meet her gaze, resting her hands on her friend’s legs in a gesture of support and comfort.

It was the one thing she hadn’t told Monique about. The one thing that threatened to tear apart her very sense of self and being more than anything else she’d dealt with so far. The one thing she cursed herself for ever wishing to have an answer to. The dreams. Those dark dreams that had been plaguing her for weeks now, ever since Corscan had told her about the harsh realities of how she chose to fight. Those nightmares that had been driving her crazy because she could never remember any of the details, only scraps of scraps and impressions of impressions that did her no good at all.

Until last Thursday…

She should have never tried to remember them. She should have been careful what she wished for. But it was too late now; she knew it all, and she couldn’t forget it, no matter how much she wanted to. Pandora’s box had been opened and the images were indelibly seared into her mind forever.

Kim stared off into space, her eyes misting up as vehement denial tore at her emotions even as she remembered…

Everything was perfect. She was warm and happy and secure in the soft fastness she lay upon. Golden light warmed the air with its radiance, and a gentle breeze wafted the gauzy curtains around the bed back and forth. Smooth silk and satin brushed up against her as she stretched languidly like a cat, reveling in her content sensuality.

And then she was there. She wasn’t sleek and powerfully built, nor was she lean and lithely muscular, but rather she was soft and smooth and deliciously feminine. Perfect. Just perfect.

Her hands moved across Kim in an intimate knowing of her every desire, stroking, brushing, caressing in perfect sublime empathy, giving her exactly what she craved even as Kim reached out to her in turn, innate knowledge of her partner’s needs guiding her every touch in the same manner. Their bodies moved against one another as well, rubbing up and sliding over each other in a flawless melding of curves and taut, firm flesh.

When their mouths met it was pure, rapturous bliss. Every curve and rise of their lips flowed into one another while their serpentine tongues slid over each other in ideal harmony, stroking and caressing slick, writhing velvet together as they danced in the sensual frame of that perfect, ongoing kiss.

They knew each other and in turn were known by each other, melding together in an ideal expression of sensual pleasure that carried them higher and higher until, at last, they both climaxed in a burst of supreme rapture that filled each of them to the very core of their being, thunderous ecstasy washing over them and sating them completely and wholly.

After it was all over, as Kim lay absolutely content and happy and at peace in her perfect lover’s arms, that was when the darkness started creeping in. Coiling tendrils of doubt telling her that something was so supremely wrong. The jarring sense that despite the perfection of the moment, there was something terrifying hovering all around her.

Then… there came the voice, so achingly familiar and yet so shocking in its wholly unexpected presence; “What’s the matter Princess?”

Kim gasped as her eyes snapped open—or perhaps they simply focused on the details now instead—and revealed the truth. Those perfect, full lips that were painted black as sin. That pale tea-green skin. Those dark green eyes set in that exotic blend of beautiful features. The waterfall of green hair so dark it seemed raven’s wing black, with only a sheen of green shimmering through its gentle waves to reveal the truth of its color.

Shego.

Kim had woken screaming, and spent every waking moment since then trying to forget, deny, suppress, erase, and ignore what she had seen. She wouldn’t accept it. She couldn’t accept it. It was twisted beyond belief and she would never, ever allow herself to even consider where it had come from, or what it meant. Except… except last night…

“Kim. Kim! What is it? What happened to you?” Monique’s deeply concerned voice finally brought Kim out of her reverie, and she turned to her friend with such a look of tormented agony on her teary features that the girl could scarcely believe it.

“Last night…” Kim whispered hoarsely, tears streaming down her face as she looked at Monique with pain and confusion in her eyes. “I think… I think I tried to kill Shego last night Monique.”
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