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Revelations of Destiny	By : Kellendros Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 63461 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Note: Most of the first section of this chapter was written while listening to Fatboy Slim’s dance remix of Kung Fu Fighting. ;) :p :D

Kim’s eyes widened and she blinked twice as Shego slid into the—relatively—open space in front of her, her pale tea-green skin fairly glowing warmly in the soft golden-hued lights sweeping and strobing across the dance floor. And there was a considerable amount of that lean, well-toned flesh exposed by the outfit she had on.

Pale grey shorts girded Shego’s hips from her waist to three inches down each firm, shapely thigh, the satiny material clinging so tight to her it seemed almost painted on, with black piping and belt loops along the waistline, along with a narrow black leather belt that had a long silver buckle framing a dark sapphire lozenge in the center. An equally tight sleeved vest of the same material clung snugly to her torso from shoulders to the end of her ribcage, with at least a six-inch open front held tightly secure by five black leather thongs running from silver eyelets—an open front that was bordering on scandalous given the only thing Shego had on under it was a black mesh top, so her firm, full breasts were all but completely visible through it.

It took Kim a few moments before she began noticing further details outside of Shego’s tightly muscled stomach and the deliciously curving lines of her compressed breasts, but eventually she took in the dark lavender trim framing the open front that so attracted her attention, along with the strange, segmented black leather collar that ringed the broad, open oval exposing the silky skin of Shego’s prominent lats and part of her strong shoulders. The vest’s quarter-sleeves ended in broad, black leather bands with double rows of small silver studs ringing them, and Shego wore wristbands in the same style over wider dark lavender cloth ones, along with a similar collar around her throat that had a heavy silver clasp in front framing another dark sapphire, this one a perfect circle. It would be quite some time before Kim noticed the heavy black leather boots that encased Shego’s well-formed calves to just below her knees, laced up the front and sporting a sturdy two-inch heel.

The strangest thing though, the thing that prompted Kim to blink again in slight confusion, wasn’t the soft purple lipstick and darker liner gracing Shego’s lips, nor the pale lilac eyeshadow she had on, but rather, it was the way she wore her hair. Shego’s usually full, lavish tresses were done up tight to her skull in what looked like a pair of giant cornrows that followed the outer lines of her head, curling back and around from her temples to just below her shell-like ears in a strong impression of a ram’s horns, there to fall down her front in twin heavy coil braids that were decorated with regular silver bands studded with tiny round sapphires.

After what seemed like forever, though in actuality was only a few seconds, Kim blurted out; “Shego?”

“Hey Princess.” Shego’s lips twisted into a grin over Kim’s plain confusion, more genuinely amused than sardonic, and she rested her right hand on Kim’s tight waist, just above her thong, stepping in and twisting to the right in time with the pulsing music all around them. “Nice outfit.”

Still not quite fully recovered from her surprise, Kim instinctively turned with Shego, moving closer and slipping both her hands around the taller woman’s lean waist, gently gripping her firm side abs as she swayed with the beat. A moment later she rambled; “Ummm, thanks?” A second after that she shook her head sharply and seemed to recover, asking; “What are you doing here?”

“I thought you could use some company. You sounded kinda tense on the phone yesterday…” Shego shifted her hips back and forth as she swayed in place with Kim, her tight stomach rippling with her smooth movements.

Despite the distraction, Kim half stepped back from Shego, and though she didn’t quite stop dancing, her sharp fern-green eyes narrowed as she demanded; “What are you stalking me or something?”

“Maybe a little.” This time Shego’s wry grin was much more teasing. A moment later she tilted her head to the side slightly and raised an eyebrow. “But hey, if you want me to go I can go…”

Kim stared at Shego for a long moment; the answer to that question would have been soooo much easier if she weren’t just so pretty. Deep, dark, feline eyes, prominent yet smoothly rounded cheekbones, inviting lips that were full, yet not overly so, and that bright smile that, despite its teasing nature, transformed her features completely, taking her exotic looks to entirely new heights. And then there was that body, so lean and powerful looking while still retaining an almost impossible amount of enticing, complementary curves to it. The sharp lines of flexing, rippling muscle beneath Shego’s sleek, satiny-soft skin were almost hypnotic as she moved with such supple grace, a delicious counterpoint to the soft, tantalizing curves of her beautiful breasts, so readily visible right before Kim’s eyes. She was a perfect blend of athletic strength and femininity now, one that conjured impressions of Amazon warriors and stalking panthers with its thrilling dichotomy.

She’s just so fucking perfect! Kim swallowed after the thought, her throat suddenly dry, and then licked her lips a second later, moving back in close to Shego.

“No, I don’t want you to go, but I do want to know how you did it.” Kim was glad her irritation all but hid the husky little burr she knew was in her voice.

Shego’s grin twisted to amusement again as she brought her arms up, draping her hands between Kim’s shoulders and neck, thumbs resting warmly against the base of the redhead’s neck while her slender fingers gently gripped the taut muscle beneath them.

“Wasn’t that hard Kimmie.” Shego shifted and swayed sinuously with Kim, turning and moving easily as she accepted the guidance of the girl’s hands on her waist. “I knew right where you were, so I set one of my tech-guys to sending me continuous satellite updates of the area while I came down and got myself a nice penthouse suite. When I saw you and the buff—” Shego cut off sharply as Kim’s eyes flashed dangerously, “and your little… chum,” Shego couldn’t help the wry smirk that tugged at the left side of her mouth, “suddenly take off in separate directions for the night, I knew something was up, so I did a little net-lookup of the address here and…” Shego smiled smugly, “well, after that, I knew it was the perfect opportunity for a surprise visit.”

Kim snorted softly, a faint smile on her lips, and rocked back and forth with Shego, turning and stepping in a slow circle for a minute or so before her smile grew into a wicked smirk.

“So, you’re telling me you came all the way down here just for the offhand chance you’d get to see me, eh?”

“Hey!” Shego stiffened and her eyes narrowed. “Don’t make it sound like I don’t have anything better to do than sit around pining away for you like some desperate twelve-year-old with her first crush!” A second later she relaxed slightly, her expression slowly softening as she awkwardly meandered; “I just… didn’t have… anything… better to do… right now… is all… It’s not like I can take on any new work or anything… really!”

Kim snorted and smirked even deeper, spinning Shego around in a tight circle as she stepped in close to her, pressing belly to belly and breast to breast, laughter in her voice as she said; “And I like you too…” before rising up on her toes to kiss the taller woman full on the lips, soft and warm.

For a moment Shego tensed, caught off guard, before she relaxed and sank into the kiss like a warm bath, shifting her hands up to hold the back of Kim’s neck as she actively kissed the redhead back. After several long moments exploring each other’s lips, Kim pulled away from Shego before things got too intense, not wanting to jump the gun too much.

“So, I know you can fight,” Kim smiled wickedly, “but how well can you dance?”

Shego had to concentrate slightly to get over the sudden loss of stimulation and speak. “Better than you I’m sure.”

“Oh really?” Kim raised an eyebrow to go with her dry tone and wry smile.

“You haven’t thrown me yet, have you?” Shego shot back challengingly.

“Oh please, this isn’t dancing; it’s rhythmic standing.” Kim shot back with smug disdain.

Now it was Shego’s turn to respond with a dry “Oh really?” one eyebrow rising along with the smirk tugging at her lips.

“Really.” Kim’s eyes flashed with hot challenge. “Do you have what it takes to really bring it?”

Shego gave a soft, ripping snort in the back of her throat even as she broke into a full grin, her eyes flashing back with equal heat. “Oh it be brought Princess; it be brought.”

“Prove it…” Kim grinned back as she stepped further away from Shego, letting go of her waist so she could bring her arms up, fluidly shifting and writhing and swaying in place as if every bone in her body had suddenly vanished, while all the lean muscles of her stomach and waist bunched and undulated beneath her skin in an unbelievable display of raw, carnal sensuality as her hips twisted and swayed with almost impossibly smooth movements.

Despite her suddenly dry mouth, Shego fought through the distraction, refusing to let a little thing like having her engine revved from zero to sixty in three seconds flat throw her off her game. With far more concentration than she thought fair, Shego forced herself to respond, matching Kim’s display with one of her own, no less fluid than the redhead’s, but made a hair more enticing by the advantage the curves of her unusually narrow waist and broader hips gave her, along with the way she slowly ran her hands down and across the exposed areas of creamy tea-green skin she was displaying.

Kim smiled at Shego, the heat in her eyes no longer entirely from any sense of challenge, and even as she kept her gaze locked on the other woman’s dark green eyes, she upped her game to the next level, mimicking Shego’s sensual hand wanderings even as she planted her feet broadly and rocked her hips out and around in slow, sweeping arcs, her strong back curving and arching in and out and side to side in supple curves, every twisting movement controlled and precise even as it was flowing and free.

Noticing the women nearest them had moved back a little, their attention more on the duo’s display than their own dancing, Shego decided to take advantage of the added room, narrowing her stance just a touch while slowly running her hands up her sides, resting them on the back of her neck with her folded arms framing her head like rising wings. Rocking her hips from side to side, Shego squatted down on her haunches at a gradual pace only someone with her strong, toned legs could have managed.

Shego spent a few moments pivoting on the balls of her feet once she’d squatted down, swiveling her folded legs from one side to the other while her torso swayed back and forth sinuously, then she looked up at Kim with a wicked grin and reached back to the floor with her right hand, leaning back and locking her arm as she twisted her hips and legs, swaying side to side even as her hips rose and fell rhythmically, just enough to be highly suggestive and sensual without being lewd, every incredibly toned muscle of her abs standing out in stark relief as they flexed and rippled lusciously, like waves in a sea of green-tinged cream.

Kim watched Shego’s sultry display enthusiastically, matching the rocking motions with her own vertical ones in a way that was even more suggestive, and just a touch more explicit than Shego would have expected—made all the more so by the way her long, now erect nipples were unmistakably tenting her tight cutoff top for all to see. As she watched the girl sway and rock above her, Shego felt several parts of her own anatomy start to tingle and stiffen, partially from exertion and stimulation brought on by a combination of her movements and tight clothing, but mostly from watching Kim and the rising heated hunger she saw in the redhead’s shimmering fern-green eyes.

When Shego finally returned to her feet, using a single motion that curved her body like a bent bow before straightening (and would have sent nearly anyone else sprawling on their back had they tried to execute it), Kim reached out and grasped the ends of the taller woman’s braids, looking into her eyes with a playful, sultry stare as she gently tugged on them.

Shego raised an eyebrow slightly, and one side of her mouth curled into a faint, amused smirk, but she allowed herself to reined in as Kim drew her closer. When the girl dropped her braids and switched her grasp to holding Shego’s waist once more, the pale woman reciprocated. What she didn’t expect, and what almost threw her off her rhythm completely, was when Kim slid her hands down the small of her back and even lower, not just resting them on her butt, but firmly grasping the taut curves of her ass with widespread fingers and pulling her tight against her hips, completely without hesitation and unconcerned by all the people around them watching.

A second later, Shego found her voice, half-growling; “I thought I told you to watch the hands.”

Kim quirked an eyebrow, a faint, challenging smirk on her lips as, in a breathy, heated tone, she shot back; “If you wanted me to watch my hands you wouldn’t have painted those shorts on.”

Shego’s mind stalled for a split-second, unsure she’d heard Kim correctly, then, once she’d finally processed the words and energetic hunger in the redhead’s tone and gaze, she felt a hot flush sweep across her body, leaving all the previously pleasantly firm, tingling parts of her anatomy stiff and throbbing in its wake.

Despite the unforeseen excitement flooding through her, Shego made one last halfhearted attempt to fight, pulling back slightly, but Kim kept her hold while moving with her, and Shego could tell that she’d have to make a noticeable effort, whether verbal or physical, to extricate herself from the situation—an effort she found she had no real desire to make. Instead, Shego sank into what was happening indulgently, returning to the smooth rhythm and movements she’d previously established with Kim.

“Sure you haven’t bitten off more than you can chew Kimmie?”

“Try me.” Kim’s smile was equal parts sin and challenge.

The right side of Shego’s mouth twitched, and she lifted an eyebrow slightly with the smirk. A moment later she slowly bent her knees, Kim’s fingers slipping off her ass and trailing up her back as she went down on her haunches again, her compressed thighs and calves spread wide as she twisted her hips while swaying from side to side, the tight material of her shorts digging into her groin and hard, pulsing clit delightfully as she ran her hands down Kim’s sides and shapely legs, all while looking up into Kim’s eyes ardently from where her face hovered at waist height.

When Shego rose to her feet again, she slowly trailed her fingers along the back of Kim’s legs, tracing her calves, the back of her knees, and her thighs before, much to her annoyance, she found that the girl’s heavy denim miniskirt seriously hampered her ability to squeeze Kim’s ass the way the girl had done to her.

“Having trouble are we?” Kim smirked as she duplicated Shego’s maneuver, unmindful of what anyone might see because she was wearing a skirt. Unlike the pale thief however, Kim stayed down longer, stroking both the outsides and soft, silky insides of Shego’s curving, muscular thighs, sending tingling shivers racing through her as the sultry redhead traced her fingertips along the lines of definition there.

Determined not to be outdone, Shego stepped in closer to Kim when she came up again, shifting and bending her knees as she crouched slightly, sliding one knee slightly between Kim’s legs while she easily supported her weight with her strong thighs. Before she could do anything more than wrap her hands around the girl’s narrow waist, Kim met Shego’s gaze knowingly and slid her right thigh forward, smiling wickedly as it settled into the taller woman’s crotch snugly.

“Looking for something like that are we?” Kim rumbled over the music as she pulled Shego closer to her even as the other woman did the same.

“Yeah, exactly like that…” Shego rumbled back, leaning back from Kim as she rocked her hips from side to side a little in time with the music, pressing herself into the girl’s thigh and revealing her excited state to Kim without a doubt, her hot, hard clit a firm point of contact as she twisted back and forth, rising waves of sensation rolling up into her head from it.

Kim just smiled as Shego began riding her thigh in outright dirty dancing, the other woman leaning back even further so she could pump her hips up and down in slow, languorous movements while she held the redhead’s waist tightly for balance, her stomach a rippling display framed by Kim’s hands gripping her waist with equal security.

As Shego stroked herself against Kim through the tight fabric of her shorts, she felt her pleasure mounting in electric shivers and jolts of tingling, quivering sensation shooting through her. The girl’s burning, sultry gaze emanating from fern-green eyes that were fully aware of what Shego was doing further buoyed her excitement, as did the display of sensuous movements coming from the redhead’s hot, hard, athletic frame, clearly meant to inflame the passions of the pale beauty before her.

Despite the rising heat within her, Shego couldn’t help but notice the same skirt that had frustrated her earlier efforts at turnabout with the girl was now inhibiting Kim’s ability to emulate the position Shego held, and she smiled slyly as she taunted in a breathy voice; “Bet you wish you’d worn something other than that skirt now, don’t you?”

It only occurred to her afterwards that given what she’d seen from Kim so far tonight, the girl might be entirely willing to alleviate the problem with a quick push and shove, not caring who saw what, and a paradoxical shiver of excitement and anxiety shot through her over the thought of Kim’s all-but-bare flesh rubbing against her leg for all to see. What she got was something entirely different however.

“Not really.” Kim smiled a mildly amused, knowing smile. “I’ve got all kinds of options…”

With that, Kim smoothly extricated herself from Shego with a skill most would envy, slowly turning as she danced, drawing Shego’s well-formed arms around herself once she had her back to the taller woman. Her smile twisting sinfully, Kim pushed her ass back further, making firm contact with Shego’s crotch even as she guided the other woman’s hands over the attractive lines of her lean, shapely stomach.

There, ride that for a while… The unspoken message was as clear as day to Shego, and she acquiesced to it without hesitation, another wave of heated excitement rising through her as she pulled Kim tighter to her, enthusiastically pressing herself against the firm curves of the girl’s tight little ass all but wantonly.

As the duo rolled their hips in undulating waves, looking like a pair of upright snakes with their fluid, sinuous movements, Kim delayed her forward movements just enough that Shego was almost, but not quite, pushing her with her own hips, while on the back sway, she reversed the process, almost, but not quite, pushing Shego back with her ass, the perfectly coordinated movements ensuring Shego always had a nice, firm surface to grind her hot, throbbing clit against. On top of maintaining the difficult timing required for that rhythm, Kim was also able to shift her shoulders back and forth as she danced, rubbing her upper back across Shego’s tightly bound breasts, eliciting more sharp, electric thrills of sensation from her rock hard nipples and the sensitive flesh of her twin mounds, despite the layers of material between her and the redhead.

While Kim gave her what came very close to, if not the, ride of her life on a dance floor, the competing excitement of passionate arousal, physical sensation, and exhibitionist thrill coursing through her, Shego still kept enough sense of mind to continue running her hands over the girl’s delectable stomach and sides, stroking her smooth, silky skin with hedonistic excess, her widespread fingers tracing the lines of surging muscle as Kim’s own hands ran up and down her forearms gently, sometimes stroking, sometimes guiding, but always warm and soft against her skin.

Shego would have been content to pursue the heated, erotic indulgence of physicality for who knows how long, her dark, feline eyes closed as she concentrated solely on the pleasure of contact with the young woman in front of her, so supple and taut and strong and soft all at once, but after a few minutes, unaware of exactly what was going on until it happened, Shego found her left hand rising in unconscious obedience to the guidance of Kim’s hand on her wrist, stroking gently up the girl’s stomach until, with a startling suddenness, she found her fingertips slipping under the edge of Kim’s cutoff top, sliding up and around the girl’s small, pert breast until it was in her hand, the shockingly hard, prominent nipple tipping the nubile mound nestled in the crook of her middle fingers.

Still running on impulse for a moment, Shego instinctively squeezed the warm, yielding flesh beneath her hand, kneading it gently as she softly pinched that impossibly long, hard nipple between her fingers. A split-second later Shego’s eyes flew open as her awareness finally caught up to what she was doing, and she stiffened and stalled momentarily, almost resulting in a catastrophic and clumsy failure of her dancing before she—barely—managed to recover in time, albeit shakily.

As soon as she regained a modicum of composure and dancing rhythm, Shego slid her hand out from under Kim’s top, returning to the girl’s tight stomach with only a hint of reluctance and incongruous haste in the movements of her arm and the touch of her hand. A few moments later, when Kim’s gentle fingers tried once more to guide her hand up under her top, Shego failed to comply, instead maintaining her position on the girl’s stomach.

Kim attempted to lead Shego’s hands back up to her nubile young breasts twice more before she finally acknowledged that the older woman’s reluctance was real instead of imagined, and although Shego couldn’t see it, Kim grinned in wry amusement as she raised her right hand up and back over her shoulder, gently grasping the back of Shego’s neck as she twisted to look back and up at her from her lower position, her voice full of sin and teasing laughter as she taunted; “I thought you were supposed to be a Bad Girl Shego. What’s the matter?”

“I am a Bad Girl,” Shego growled back over the music, her hands still tracing the lines of Kim’s stomach without rising any higher, “but I’m not a Bad Girl who particularly wants to be a Registered Sex Offender thank you very much, which is entirely possible in this State if I get caught doing that to you!”

Kim laughed and straightened her legs slightly, adjusting her position so she could rub the taut curves of her ass against Shego’s groin even more firmly as she rocked her hips back and forth. “And what exactly do you call that?”

“A good argument for my lawyer given that we’ve both got clothes on.” Shego grinned ruefully as, in a rhyming cadence, she couldn’t stop herself from adding; “If she did not touch the clit, you must acquit!”

Kim rip-snorted into an appalled chuckle and grin. “Oh god that’s awful!”

“Shorts and skirt; there is no hurt!”

“Alright already! Enough with the bad puns! I get it, I get it!” Kim laughed. A moment later she turned around, moving back slightly while remaining in Shego’s arms, looking her in the eyes as she said; “Well then, if we can’t get down and dirty, I guess we’ll just have to get down.”

Shego raised an eyebrow, a faint, amused smile on her lips to match her “oh really?” expression as she recognized the shift in the heat Kim’s gaze held, and despite the waves of arousal and ebbing pleasure throbbing through her from her aching breasts and clit, she let the redhead slip out of her grasp freely as Kim took a full step back from her, her sexual fervor transforming itself into an entirely different sort of heat as she anticipated what was coming, recognizing the signs in Kim as easily as if they were her own.

Kim smiled a challenge as she broadened her stance, and a moment later she started moving in time with the beat once more, using movements that were no longer languorously seductive and sensual—though they still held a considerable amount of attraction by dint of their fluid athleticism and ability—but rather sharp and precise; a stylized display of skill, movement, and rhythm to stand as testament of her dancing ability.

There were a few shouts and claps as Kim wound down to bouncing, bobbing, and swaying back and forth in place, looking at Shego invitingly. Shego grinned back indulgently and took a step back, her powerful legs rising and falling as she stepped out several flash moves while her arms sawed and snapped through the air, all of the complex moves, turns, and spins never once giving even a hint of being anything other than completely controlled and balanced at all times, while the last remnants of her sexual arousal slipped away into the background, replaced by the excitement of competing with one of the few people she knew could match her.

It was a good thing the crowd had already formed a loose, open circle around the pair in admiration of—and voyeuristic arousal from—their earlier display of more cooperative skill, because even as Shego finished to greater adulation from the women around them, Kim launched into a more elaborate counter, this time using broader, sweeping movements that had her sliding back and forth across the rapidly widening area with high kicks and complex bends and spins that almost had her bent parallel to the floor at times.

This time it was most definitely recognizable applause that greeted Kim as she wound down her set, and all eyes flashed to Shego, who was already in motion, the first of the pair to break into true acrobatics, executing several Capoeira-stolen single-arm handstand and side-stand crossover style kicks used in popular breakdancing, her pale, curvaceous legs scything through the air in near blurs at times, and ending with a full tightly-tucked back flip she made look impossibly easy.

Applause competed with the music for volume, and only died down as a broadly-grinning Kim really got into her next series of moves, her arms and legs flashing as she added elaborate handstands and flips to her complex pattern of sliding, twisting, snapping movements, drawing as much on her cheerleading abilities as her dancing now, and flashing the crowd—as well as Shego, not that the pale woman really noticed, as wrapped up as she was in the contest now—considerably as her miniskirt rode up to her hips and stayed there, leaving only her sturdy purple thong as cover—such as it was. She was lucky her cutoff top was just tight enough to remain in place around her firm breasts; without that tension, she would have had the same problem there as well.

Shego smirked as Kim finished, ignoring the applause as she concentrated on the beat, throwing herself into a circling display that chewed up the entirety of the now over fifteen feet of open space surrounding the pair, becoming a pale blur at times as she broke from complex pro-level dance moves to flips and spins that had more to do with Olympic gymnastics than dancing, though they blended perfectly into her exhibition of dance prowess.

Kim tracked Shego easily as the woman danced around her like a dervish, turning in place and keeping time to both the beat and Shego’s movements until, by unspoken agreement, they came together in the center of the floor, Kim joining Shego as they both danced together now instead of in turns, each woman spinning and turning and twisting around the other in what would have been an impossibly perfect display for any normal dancer without extensive choreography and practice, breaking apart and circling in acrobatic flips and tumbles and whirling, elaborate steps before coming together again, weaving their movements together flawlessly whether they were cooperative or confrontational; an unbelievable tapestry of skill and ability that had the crowd around them amazed and awed by it.

Across the club, up in a raised booth, the DJ was finally able to get a clear look at the dancing duo now that there was such an unusually large open area around them, and for a brief moment she thought it might be a fight, but as she was reaching for the walkie to call in the bouncers, her mind finally caught up to what she was seeing, and her hand hovered over it forgotten as her eyes grew wide and her jaw literally dropped. A few seconds later she shook her head sharply and scrambled through her tracks, frantically searching for something to compliment the insane display of skill she was seeing.

Perhaps it was the underlying sense of competition rolling off the two women that influenced her choice, or maybe it was the semi-regular stolen-from-martial-arts dance moves and acrobatics the pair was using, but when the DJ’s fingers closed around a certain track, her features split into a broad grin over the perfection of providence that she’d brought it with her, and she quickly queued up the song and set it a few seconds in so there wouldn’t be a stall with the slow intro. A few seconds later, when the current song reached a good break point, she stabbed a button and flipped the tracks…

Out on the dance floor, the sudden, somewhat jarring transition to Fatboy Slim’s dance remix of Kung Fu Fighting almost threw Kim and Shego, but they quickly recovered from the stall, and then, as they both recognized the song, twin amused, ironic smirks blossomed across their features. When they came together again a few seconds later, grasping each other’s right wrist as they danced, humor flashed in their eyes, and they could each tell what the other was thinking without speaking, though Shego pulled Kim in close just for confirmation.

“Wha’d’ya say Kimmie; rock their worlds?” Shego grinned mischievously, keeping her gaze locked on Kim’s bright fern-green eyes as they whirled around one another.

“Rock their worlds.” Kim’s grin was just as impish as she shot back her affirmation along with a single sharp nod. A moment later the pair flew apart as they released one another, flipping and whirling away from one another until they reached the edge of the broad, open ring of clapping, shouting spectators all around them.

As they settled for a moment, the pair gazed at one another from across the space separating them before, in unspoken union, they charged one another full tilt, meeting in the center of the circle with an explosion of movement as Shego launched into a spinning aerial reverse roundhouse, her powerful leg blurring in a pale arc as it scythed through space high above Kim while the redhead performed the exact same move as a low sweep, both women launching the attacks with only instants to spare avoiding the other’s strike.

As Shego landed with deceptive ease, balanced in a broad crouch on her curvaceous legs, the powerful muscles flexing to effortlessly absorb the impact, she tensed every other muscle in her body as well, and it was a perfectly chiseled green-alabaster statue that met Kim as she shot up from the floor, her hands flashing as she launched a barrage of blindingly fast, liquid-supple strikes at Shego, each one met by a blocking green-ivory arm while Shego answered with strikes of her own, to be equally met with blocks from a lightly tanned arm in return.

The frenzied blur of strikes, blocks, and counters went on and on for several long, intense seconds, both women grinning ear to ear as their hands and arms flashed back and forth with unbelievable speed and precision, until, finally, they locked up both arms and paused briefly, staring deep into each other’s eyes before they pushed each other away into a curving, fluid back handspring. As they came up from the tumbling move they kept mirroring one another, swaying and bouncing in a few dance steps before executing twin butterfly kicks to the right, the elaborate, windmilling maneuvers carrying them several feet before they landed with graceful ease.

From there the duo continued in a blended display of fighting skills, acrobatics, and, to a lesser degree, dancing that had the crowd on the edges of their proverbial seats, the complex exhibition slowly but surely overawing them into amazed silence over its unbelievable flowing grace and unbridled precision; it was like something out of a blockbuster Hollywood movie.

For their parts, Kim and Shego were deeply immersed in something they’d never quite experienced with one another before. Two years of fighting each other had given them the ability to read one another’s actions on an almost instinctual level, their adversarial familiarity making every tensing muscle and shift of balance a virtual neon sign announcing their intentions. But now, instead of trying to mask those signs and signals or use them for feints and subterfuge, they sent them freely, the uncanny awareness granting them an almost psychic ability to move in perfect harmony with one another, every strike and block and counter and evasion anticipated as if they’d choreographed it beforehand.

On top of that, despite the underlying thrill of competing with one another, trying to outdo one another, each pushing the other to greater and greater heights, it also held a cooperative effort, understanding, and trust; they weren’t actually fighting, as much as it seemed they might be, and that allowed them to do things they never would have done had it been real, using elaborate, flamboyant moves and evasions that would have left them wide open to attack had they been foolish enough to try employing them in a real fight, performing them solely for the delight of execution and the elation the freedom to do so brought.

All of that granted Kim and Shego an unprecedented amount of enjoyment as their bodies came together and broke apart in unspoken understanding, straining, pressing, reaching, exerting themselves faster and further and harder until they reached near frenzied heights of exertion, always pushing, pushing, pushing until, at last, nearly three minutes later, they burst into one last, frantic, glorious climax of activity that was so unbelievably fast and complex almost no one in the crowd could follow it as anything other than a whirling blur of pale tea-green and darker tan arcs, highlighted with slightly more stable grey, black, dark red, and blue smears.

When the final furious flurry ended, Kim and Shego dropped out of the air and landed crouched so low to the floor they were almost laying on it, each with one beautiful, curvaceous leg extended out to the side and the other coiled beneath them, leaning forward deeply on one strong, bent arm while the other was flung back and out to the side, their passionate, exhilarated gazes locked on one another’s smoldering green eyes. A moment later the intense looks of concentration that had slowly replaced their earlier grins over the course of the… was it really even a contest anymore? dropped away, the broad, brilliant smiles of pure enjoyment resurfacing with the relaxation the finale brought.

A moment later, as the music gradually faded away, Shego saw Kim shake her head slowly, her smile twisting with amused aggravation as she softly muttered; “Bitch.”

Shego immediately snorted and had to fight to keep from laughing as she and Kim got to their feet, knowing exactly what had prompted the amiably envious insult. Unlike Kim, who was breathing heavily—albeit in a controlled manner—and covered in a faint sheen of sweat, Shego was barely breathing hard at all, and at worst she could only be described as looking faintly damp.

Stepping in closer to Kim, Shego’s lips curled in a lopsided smirk as she took the redhead by her trim waist, smugly replying; “You know it Princess.” before she pulled her tight and kissed her full on the mouth with a smoldering enthusiasm that would have gone long and deep, had it not been for the sudden burst of thunderous applause that erupted from the crowd around them, drowning out the music with its crescendo.

Suddenly blushing a darker shade of green, Shego looked up and around at the shouting, clapping, whooping throng that she had somehow forgotten ringed her and Kim, an almost bashful expression on her face as she accepted the accolades of their teaming admirers along with the smiling redhead.

“Not used to being the center of attention are we?” Kim smirked as she glanced at Shego for a moment before giving a little wave of acknowledgement to the crowd.

“Not unless I’m blowing something up, no. It’s been a while…” Shego shifted, not quite uncomfortable, but not entirely sure of herself either. Despite the fact that a big part of her enjoyed the abject admiration radiating from the crowd, it also stirred up memories. Memories she’d put behind her a long time ago.

“Well, let’s get you out of the spotlight then Shy Girl.” Kim smiled as she wrapped her right arm around Shego’s waist and guided her towards the bar. “I need something to drink anyway.”

“I’m not shy.” Shego grumbled as she allowed herself to be led through the path that opened up for them in the crowd.

Kim just kept smiling. Once they reached the bar she ordered a Virgin Mary and then looked at Shego, who took a second before she asked for a Jamaican Banana.

While the bartender started gathering ingredients, Kim raised an eyebrow, looking at Shego and commenting; “I thought you said you didn’t drink.”

“Noooo,” Shego smirked wryly, “I said I didn’t get drunk. On top of which, with my metabolism a little bit of rum is just flavoring to me. I’d have to drink ten of those things just to start getting a buzz on.” Shego paused for a moment, then added; “Actually, I’d have had to drink ten of them before. I’ve got no idea how many it would take now. Probably need to shotgun a whole bottle or something like that…”

Shego grinned with just a hint of goofiness, and Kim snorted softly, but before she could say anything else, the pair had to spend the next several minutes fending off small groups of admires until they got their drinks and were finally able to take refuge at a secluded table in one dark corner of the room.

“That was really fun,” Kim said, looking out at the dance floor while shaking her head absently, “but I forgot how much of a pain in the ass dealing with the fallout is if you’d rather be doing something else.”

“Yeah, it was fun…” Shego murmured, more to herself than Kim, then took a sip of her drink through the bendy-straw rising from it. Swallowing, she raised an eyebrow a hair and gave a soft, amused smile as she continued in a louder tone; “So, this sort of thing happens with you a lot, does it?”

Kim took a drink of her Virgin Mary before answering; “Not a lot, no, but often enough—” Kim paused, looking into Shego’s dark green eyes with a smile, “—at least, when I’ve got someone who can keep up anyway.”

“Well I can certainly do that Pumpkin.” Shego’s purple-painted lips curled into a feline-smug smile.

“Don’t I know it…” Kim murmured, taking another drink. “So, you just come to dance or is there anything else that brought you down here?”

“Mmmmh—” Shego released her straw and swallowed, looking slightly puzzled. “What do you mean?”

“Well, you don’t want to play,” Kim smiled wickedly as she hooked the toes of her right foot around Shego’s ankle and ran them up the back of her regretfully leather-clad calf, “and you don’t want to get hammered,” Kim sighed wistfully, “so there’s no way I’ll be able to take advantage of you,” Shego’s eyes widened in surprise; the girl had to be joking. That was a playful smile, right? “So I was just wondering if there was anything else you wanted other than some ‘good clean fun’?”

“No… No… not really.” Shego took another sip of her drink to cover up being thrown just a bit. “I mean, my guys don’t have anything new, and I haven’t heard back from Neon Spyder or Big Daddy yet, so there’s nothing there…” after a few quiet moments Shego looked up and hesitantly ventured; “I guess if you wanted we could talk for a bit.”

“Talk? Talk about what?” Kim raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

“Oh, you know, current events, how you’re enjoying your vacation, whether or not you’re going to move in with me or not…” the last part came out in a quick rush that was nearly one long word.

Kim sighed, her expression sobering. “Look, Shego, I told you yesterday that I didn’t know yet, all right?”

“But you said you’d give me an answer after this trip! How much longer can you possibly stay down here anyway?” Frustration edged Shego’s voice.

“I said that I’d try to have an answer for you by the time I got back, not that I would.” Kim corrected firmly. “I mean come on Shego, it’s kind of a big deal even if it weren’t for the reasons you want to do it for. You throw those in, however much they might make sense, and it’s going to take me a while to figure it all out, ok? You’ll just have to be patient…”

“Patience is not real high on my list of virtues at times Kimmie…” Shego grumbled before taking another sip of her drink. A few moments later she looked up with a soft smile. “So, you think I’m making sense, do you?”

“A certain ferociously crazy kind of sense, but yeah…” Kim’s wry smile was a teasing match to her twinkling eyes.

“Well then, here’s some more. Don’t you want to be able to go out whenever you want without worrying about anything? Shopping, sightseeing, more dancing?” Shego rested her hand on Kim’s, a sly smile on her lips as she added; “You know you’re legal everywhere in Europe, right?” A second later her demeanor shifted as she all but whined; “C’mon Kimmie, move in with me, please?”

Despite the remarkable similarity Shego’s expression bore to Kim’s puppy dog pout, the girl shook her head resolutely. “After twelve years of listening to Ron’s whining if you think that’s going to work you are sadly mistaken. I’ll have an answer as soon as I have an answer Shego; that’s the best I can do.”

“I’m not—” Shego cut off into a disgusted sigh. “Fine, fine… whatever.”

Kim tossed back the rest of her drink and then stood up, taking Shego by the hand and tugging her arm. “C’mon, don’t be such a grumpy Gus. Let’s go dance some more.”

Shego gave a brief, single shake of her head, her lips twitching faintly, and then took a long pull off her straw before finally standing and allowing Kim to drag her back out onto the dance floor, radiating an air of mostly feigned annoyance and reluctance as she went.

Despite her attempts to maintain it, Shego’s assumed demeanor quickly fell away as she couldn’t help the pleasure she took from dancing with Kim from showing. The physicality of, and, admittedly, her arousal from, the activity were just too enjoyable for her to have done otherwise.

It was around a half-hour later, while they were coming back from the bathroom after their third break, that Kim looked out through the milling throng of patrons and, for the briefest of instants, saw something through a chance gap in the crowd that caused her heart to jump up into her throat even as she froze in utter shock.

No, it can’t be! The frantic denial and utter confusion ripped through her head like a whirlwind, but she knew it was; what she’d seen had been crystal-clear for the brief moment she’d seen it, and it hadn’t been her imagination—there was no reason for it to be her imagination; she was the most relaxed she’d been in days. Or at least, she had been.

An eternal second of fighting her shock and icy panic later, Kim managed to snap out of her stunned state. The instant she did, she stepped forward, reaching out and grabbing Shego by the arm with both hands before forcibly yanking her back into the corridor they’d just exited, eliciting a startled exclamation from her as she did, and then spinning around and throwing her up against the wall before stepping in close, pressing against the taller woman to keep her from moving.

“I told you I’m not going to—mmmph!” was all Shego had time to get out before Kim slipped her right hand over her mouth.

For a moment the pale thief considered a variety of responses ranging from shoving Kim off her to stomping on the girl’s instep to even biting her hand, but before she could make up her mind, the redhead’s intensely preoccupied, anxious—no, despite being controlled, it was nearly terrified—state finally registered on her, and she forgot all about resisting, instead trying to turn her head so she could attempt to look for whatever Kim was all but frantically scanning the crowd for.

After thirty seconds or so, Kim turned her gaze to Shego, removing her hand from the other woman’s mouth as she quietly but forcefully said; “We’ve got to get out of here, now!”

“What’s going on? Why are you freaked out? What did you see?” Shego’s low voice was no less intense as she let Kim drag her further down the hallway by the arm.

“There’s no time to explain!” Kim shot back before pulling up in a sudden stop at the end of the hall, right before the fire doors, cursing vehemently as she did.

“What?”

“They’re wired! If we open them everyone in the whole fucking place will know!”

“So?”

“So A, I don’t want to cause a panic, and B, we need to go quietly, not announce it to the whole fucking world!” Kim snapped, looking around fretfully for another option and finding nothing. A moment later she stared at Shego pointedly for several long seconds before harshly demanding; “Well? Do your thing already!”

“What makes you think I can do anything?” Shego snapped reflexively, and Kim glared at her. A moment later Shego shook her head, rolled her eyes, and muttered; “Fine!”

Shego reached down and squeezed the top and bottom of her belt buckle with her thumb and ring finger while pushing on the left side with her index finger. A second later she pulled it open partially, revealing a small compartment from which she slipped several slender tools into the palm of her hand using her fingertips. After that, she closed the compartment with a soft click and crouched down in front of the door, examining the mechanism carefully.

“Ok, keep watch and stand in front of this side.” Shego demanded in a distracted, low voice, concentrating on what she was doing. Behind her Kim nodded silently and moved to the side, looking up the corridor anxiously while taking occasional glances behind her as she silently urged Shego on.

For her part, Shego summoned her power, focusing and forcing it into the miniature titanium probe between her fingers, charging the slender shaft with the sharp, thrumming rush of both a cutting edge and unimaginable heat. A moment later Shego used the probe to slice open the housing of the door’s mechanism along its outer edges, faint wisps of smoke dissipating from the cuts as she sliced through the thin stainless steel like a scalpel cutting through warm butter.

Bending down the thin square of metal, Shego exposed the simple electronics inside the housing. After about twenty seconds, she bit her lower lip lightly and carefully burned out a tiny transistor before cutting a pair of wires, one running from the lock to the tiny circuit board, and the other running away from it and into the wall. Then she burned part of the plastic covering away from the end of the wall-wire and the middle of a third wire before using a pair of slender, miniature pliers to wrap the wall-wire around the exposed third wire.

After a final examination, Shego dismissed her power and stood up, holding her tools loosely in the palm of her right hand as she confidently pushed the door open partway, turning her head to look at Kim—and to glance up the hall and make sure no one was looking this way—as she said; “Come on, let’s go.” before slipping out into the alley behind the club.

Kim took one last glance up the hall and then quickly joined Shego, pushing the door fully closed behind her as soon as she was outside.

“Want me to weld it shut?” Shego commented sarcastically as she returned her miniature tools to her belt buckle. She was surprised by the serious, considering expression that crossed Kim’s face for a moment before the redhead finally shook her head. “No, can’t seal a fire door shut.” Kim muttered regretfully. Regretfully!

“All right then…” Shego shook her head slightly, following along as Kim headed up the alleyway cautiously. “Now, why the hell are we out here in this stinking, garbage-cluttered crap-hole anyway?”

“Because I saw my Nana in there.” Kim’s voice was low and matter of fact, but Shego didn’t miss the edge of fear in it.

“Oh, ok, I gue— wait, what? You mean the old lady? The reason you came down here in the first place? That Nana?”

“Yeah.”

“What, in the hell, would your little old Nana be doing in there? You sure you weren’t just imagining things Possible?” Shego’s irritation was plain to hear.

“Yes I’m sure!” Kim snapped, low and harsh, carefully peering around the corner of the building before moving down the side alley towards the street. As she went, Kim quickly sketched out the details of her recent problems with her Nana to the pale woman as she trailed along behind her.

For her part, Shego had to fight the urge to say; There; see? All the more reason you should move in with me. Then you won’t have to worry about things like that or anything like this happening! Despite her strong desire for Kim to accept her offer, sometimes Shego actually did know when to keep her big fat mouth shut, and attempting to convince Kim now, let alone trying to use the current situation to do it, definitely qualified as one of those times. She knew Kim, and she knew the girl did not react well to fear; she’d most likely grow stubborn and unwilling if she caught even a hint of Shego trying to use this to her advantage. So instead, Shego kept silent on that front, taking another track entirely as they came to the mouth of the alley.

“All right, street looks clear of little old ladies Pumpkin; you’d better get going before that changes.”

Kim looked over in surprise, her brow furrowing with confusion. “What, you’re not coming?”

Shego raised one sable eyebrow slightly, a faint, wry smile on her lips as she responded; “You want to run the risk of getting spotted with me out in the open Kimmie? I’ll stay here and keep an eye out for anyone tailing you. Not… entirely sure what I can do if I spot anyone, given that I know you wouldn’t be too happy with me if I blasted a family member, but I’m sure I can come up with something if I have to…”

“Oh, yeah. Ok, thanks Shego. I’ll call you when I get back, all right?”

“Yeah yeah yeah,” Shego looked up the street again to hide her smile, “just get out of here already.”

As soon as Kim left the shelter of the alleyway, heading away from the club as swiftly as she could without looking conspicuous, Shego quickly examined her surroundings more closely, and after a few brief moments she confirmed her initial intuition that they were wanting. There was no cover for at least twenty feet back, and even if she didn’t care that anyone passing in front of the alley could see her, there was also the fact that her view of the street in front of the club was severely restricted by a variety of factors from where she was standing.

Looking up and around, Shego was about to summon her power so she could climb the wall next to her when she paused instead, her eyes narrowing slightly as she squinted in the gloomy lighting, gauging the distances to the roofs on either side of her. A moment later her lips twitched with a brief grin as she thought; Ahhh, what the hell…

Acting on impulse, Shego looped her braids around and over her opposite shoulders so she wouldn’t risk killing herself on them, then crouched low to the pavement, her powerful legs bulging as she coiled them beneath her, balancing with the fingertips of her extended right hand while she tensed in readiness. A second later she uncoiled like a spring, leaping up into the air towards the far wall of the alley like a great, pale panther, covering over twenty feet of total distance as she twisted and drew her legs up to kick off the wall eighteen feet up it, sailing back and up another twelve feet with ease, putting her chest-level with the lip of the low wall around the club’s roof.

With an ease that was almost surreal, Shego reached out with her strong arms and grabbed the top of the wall, yanking herself over it with her legs split to either side like she was jumping a vaulting horse, there to sail nearly ten feet before she landed in a low, perfectly controlled crouch, the gravel crunching under her heavy boots as she did. A second later she looked up as a huge grin split her face from ear to ear.

That was fucking amazing!

Shego momentarily forgot why she’d even jumped up to the roof to begin with. Her unnatural strength for her size and weight had always allowed her to perform jumps and leaps that would have been impossible for any normal person—clearing twice her height straight up was her usual limit—but this… she’d known she was much stronger now, but until this very moment she hadn’t really tested the capabilities of that strength other than how it applied to combat. What she’d just done… it had been like something out of all the wire-effects movies that were coming out of Hollywood nowadays thanks to the Matrix trilogy. It was just so easy.

Shego shook her head and forced herself to focus; she had a job to do. A moment later she hopped—hopped!—ten feet over to land in a crouch on top of the four-foot high wall surrounding the club’s rooftop. From there she ran along the nine-inch wide cap-stones until she reached the center of the wall, crouching down again and settling in like a perfectly sculpted green-alabaster gargoyle to watch the street from her bird’s-eye view.

Despite the fact that Shego had considerable patience when it came to the actual execution of a job (if necessary), between this not actually being a job and the excited little voice in her head urging further exploration of her newly discovered prowess, after about ten minutes of watching the street below she was starting to get restless, her thoughts shifting more and more to the conclusion that Kim had been imagining things. She was just about to call it a wash a few minutes later, when she glanced up the street and then did a double take, her eyes widening slightly as she saw the vaguely familiar figure of an old lady heading up the sidewalk at a casual but determined pace.

Well I’ll be damned… Squinting, Shego tried to remember the old woman from over a year ago. Her hair was done up in a bun and she was wearing a little old granny dress with a sweater on over it, despite the muggy warmth of the early Florida night, but Shego wasn’t sure she recognized her or not. Then again, how many little old ladies were there in this part of town anyway? Let alone on this very street…

Given that it had been so long since Kim had left, and that the old woman was headed in the opposite direction she had gone, at least Shego knew she didn’t have to figure out anything to distract her, but her own interest prompted her to try and get a better look so she could be certain this really was Kim’s Nana and not some random retiree.

Sprinting along the top of the wall, Shego effortlessly vaulted over to the next rooftop before she realized that the angles would make it all but impossible for her to get a better view of the old woman from this side of the street. Glancing across the street, she hesitated. At least seventy feet, a jump that would have taken everything she had before and would have most likely ended in a messy, barely controlled landing.

Ahhh fuck it… The flippant thought shot through Shego’s head even as she shifted and ran full-tilt across the roof in a broad ‘U’, arcing in from the edge and then straight out towards it again. Mere inches away from hurtling off a twenty-four foot drop onto the not-so-cold but definitely hard concrete below, Shego crouched and leapt all in one fluid motion, launching herself in a high, impossible broad arc that carried her across the space below, her pale, strong body held ramrod-straight and tumbling in a single, almost lazy-looking flip before she landed on the distant rooftop in a hard, skidding, but still controlled crouch.

“Awww sweet!” Shego was wearing a broad, shit-eating grin again as she uttered the soft but intensely elated exclamation, and it remained as she rose to her feet and proceeded to sprint across the rooftop, jumping over a side street to the next one when she reached the edge.

The new terrain was significantly cluttered compared to the other roofs, and as Shego bounced and hopped over various obstacles she realized she was drawing even with the old lady across the street, so when she quietly jumped to the next roof, this one with only a short two-foot high retaining wall around it, Shego crouched low and all but silently navigated the gravel surface with quick, smooth movements.

Just as Shego was about to overtake her target, the old woman stopped suddenly, and acting solely on primal instinct, Shego froze and sank as low as she could to the roof, twisting her head and looking over the retaining wall with nothing more than a single dark green eye. Her instinctual action came just in the nick of time, as eerily, the old lady turned her head and scanned the far side of the street—including the rooftops—intently. Shego felt the fine hairs on the back of her neck stand up as those sharp, uncompromising green eyes focused on the rooftop she was on for several interminable seconds before finally moving on.

Eventually Nana Possible—Shego was sure that’s who it was now—returned her attention to the street and started walking again, and Shego let out the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding in a quiet sigh of relief. Getting spotted by a little old lady with glasses and a hearing aid would have been a blow to her ego she never could have lived down, no matter who that little old lady was.

Shego slowly, cautiously rose up into a low crouch, squatting on the roof and watching as Nana Possible walked up the street with her casual but surprisingly ground-covering strides, keeping track of the old woman until she turned a corner two blocks away and vanished from Shego’s line-of-sight. After a minute or so, just to be certain she was clear, Shego slowly stood up and stepped back from the edge of the rooftop.

“Well, looks like you were right Kimmie; the old broad is gunning for you something fierce.” Shego grinned wryly. “Good thing for you you’re leaving tomorrow, because I get the feeling that’s one granny that always gets her way eventually.”

With that, Shego set out for a parking garage roughly four blocks over and two down, where she’d left the black Carrera GT she was renting while she was in town. However, she took a much more direct route to her destination than using the streets, doing a remarkable impression of Peter Parker when he first discovered his powers in Spider Man as she went, grinning like a schoolgirl while running across rooftops, leaping across streets and alleys, and springing over every obstacle in her path with enthusiastic, acrobatic ease, her exhilaration bubbling over from time to time in the form of laughter and wordless shouts and whoops of enjoyment.

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Kim woke up bright and early the next morning, literally before the crack of dawn, having gone to bed relatively early the night before, since she’d gotten back far earlier than she’d expected. She also awoke well rested and refreshed, all her dancing—especially with Shego—having tired her out enough that she slept easily and deeply despite the scare she’d suffered. Of course, that same activity—again, especially with Shego—caused her to wake up as horny as an alley cat in heat, but she was able to cram those urges into a dark corner in the back of her mind as she quietly got up and slipped into the bathroom, getting ready for the day to come as unobtrusively as she could.

By the time Kim had showered—not without undue effort to avoid it turning into anything more than washing up—gotten dressed, gathered up all her clothes (except for what she was going to wear on the trip home) and packed them into her suitcase, made herself a simple breakfast, and sat down at the kitchen table to eat it, she could hear other people getting up as well, and it wasn’t long after that that she heard her father say something undecipherable to Ron as he passed the living room on his way to the bathroom. A few minutes later a bedraggled-looking Ron wandered into the kitchen in a sleepy haze and sat down across from her at the table, his forehead thunking into the tabletop moments afterward, a muffled groan of aggravation echoing up from him.

“Rough night there Ron?” Kim took another big spoonful of her cereal, grinning as she chewed crunchily.

“Unglahhh… how do you do it Kim? How do you stay out all night and still get up so early in the morning without feeling like something Rufus coughed up that time he had the stomach flu?” Ron’s thick voice was muted but understandable as he spoke into the tabletop, still not raising his head, while behind him, the aforementioned naked mole rat sprang up onto the counter and began getting himself a bagel and some coffee.

Kim snorted softly and took another bite of her cereal, one side of her mouth curling higher. Swallowing, she finally replied; “I can do anything…” Kim paused, then slyly added; “Of course, in this case, it helps that I got back at around ten-thirty and was in bed just a little after eleven.”

Ron rolled his head to one side and craned his neck back so he could open one bleary eye to peer at Kim for a moment before asking; “Why that?” Over on the counter, Rufus paused in the act of cutting his bagel in half, looking over in curiosity.

Kim’s expression sobered, and she looked around carefully before answering in a low voice; “Because Nana followed me to the club, that’s why.”

For a second Ron’s eye widened in shocked surprise, while Rufus’ jaw gaped and he staggered back on shaky hind paws, lightheaded and on the verge of fainting. A moment later Ron shot upright, fully alert now as he shouted; “What?” A split-second later he winced and hunched his shoulders, looking to the left before repeating in a lower but no less intense tone; “She what?”

Kim waited a few moments, listening carefully, and then looked around again before quietly answering; “She tracked me down to the club somehow Ron. It was a few hours after I left, but I know for sure that it was her. If I hadn’t gotten lucky and spotted her first she would have caught me there for sure. Fortunately I was able to sneak out before she did.”

“Whoa.” Ron leaned back in his chair, looking flabbergasted, while Rufus reached out with his right foreleg to lean up against the toaster. “So, do you think she knows?”

Kim shook her head. “I doubt it. I mean, there were a few other clubs in the area, and she couldn’t be sure I was there since she didn’t see me. Odds are she didn’t even know what kind of place it was until she went in anyway.” Kim gave a faint wince and shiver of mortification over the thought of her Nana in a lesbian club. Still, it was her own fault for trying to follow Kim around, so Kim didn’t intend to lose any sleep over it. “I’d just like to know how she managed to track me down.”

Ron pondered for a moment, while behind him Rufus went back to preparing his bagel, and then offered; “Well, she has lived here for over a year now, and she’s a lot more active than your average granny. Considering all the cool stuff she’s done in her life, it isn’t that much of a stretch to think she could track you down.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Kim perked up a little.

“Well, I’m awake now.” Ron said, standing up and heading for the cereal cupboard.

Roughly fifteen minutes later, while Kim was rinsing off the dishes she, Ron, and Rufus had used, James walked into the kitchen looking freshly washed and moderately alert for the early morning hour.

“Mmmm, is that coffee I smell brewing?” he asked with a grin.

“Yeah dad, Rufus put it on a while ago.”

“Morning Mr. Dr. P.” Ron added right on the heels of Kim’s answer.

“Morning Ronald.” James answered, not even raising an eyebrow at the thought of drinking coffee prepared by a naked mole rat—or at the very least, this particular naked mole rat, who was even now pushing a mug over to the coffeemaker for James as he crossed the kitchen floor.

“Hey dad?” Kim waited until her father looked over with an inquisitive hum before continuing. “Do you think I have enough time to go do my workout?”

“Hmmm… I’m not sure Kimmie.” James filled his coffee cup and blew on the contents gently before taking a careful sip. “When would you be getting back?”

Kim glanced at the wall clock; it was just a little before seven-twenty. “Well, if I hurry I should be able to get back by ten.”

“I don’t know, that’s cutting it awfully close… and wouldn’t you like to spend some more time with Nana before we leave? We won’t be seeing her again until Christmas after all…”

“I’ll be seeing her at lunch dad,” Kim hedged, before segueing into her puppy dog pout as she finished; “and I really don’t want to throw off my new routine.”

“Welllll… young people do need their exercise after all… I guess it would be all right then.” James grudgingly conceded, though with good humor. “You just make sure you’re back by ten sharp, ok Kimmie-cub?”

“Ok, thanks dad.” Kim gave her father a kiss on the cheek before turning to Ron. “You coming?”

Ron sighed, standing up with a hint of reluctance while Rufus leapt from the counter to his shoulder. “Yeah, I guess so. Just lemme get changed…”

“Hurry up then; we’re on the clock.” Kim shot back, vanishing up the hallway to her room, and Ron groaned softly and headed for the living room to grab some fresh clothes to put on.

The teens left Chez Leisure shortly thereafter, and spent a little over two hours training—far more so Kim than Ron—and talking about last night’s adventures—far more so Ron than Kim—before returning to the retirement community just in time to get cleaned up before having one last big lunch with Nana Possible and the rest of the family. After that they set to work loading the car in preparation for leaving—and certainly not because they wanted an excuse to be brusque if they were cornered by Kim’s Nana one last time before they left.

In due time the family was gathered around the minivan, reluctantly—even Kim, despite the strain Nana’s concerned prying had put her through—bidding their goodbyes to Nana Possible as their visit with the beloved old lady drew to a close.

“Now you remember to be careful on your adventures Kimberly Ann.” Lynn said as she embraced Kim warmly, and Kim smiled indulgently as she responded; “I will Nana.” Lynn hugged Kim tight for another moment before moving back so she could look her in the eyes while holding her shoulders tenderly. In a low, caring voice she added; “And if you ever feel you need to talk to someone, I’m always just a phone call away, day or night, all right?”

Kim nodded solemnly, unwilling to trust her voice in the face of the sympathy and concern in Lynn’s warm green eyes, and a moment later the two broke apart as Lynn turned to give her final goodbye to the twins.

The lingering goodbyes finally finished with the family pulling away from Chez Leisure in the minivan, everyone but James, who was driving, waving goodbye to Nana Possible as she slowly dwindled from sight in the distance behind them.

Eventually, everyone settled in for the long drive home to Middleton—a much more difficult trip given they pretty much exhausted all avenues of conversation within the first few hours of driving, since they’d already either talked about or actually been with each other for most everything they’d done over the last week—leaving Kim more or less alone with her thoughts despite the other people in the vehicle and the distractions of stale, rehashed conversation and the twins’ annoying idiosyncrasies.

Inevitably, as much as Kim would have preferred otherwise—and as much as that aversion made her feel guilty—those thoughts drifted to Shego and what had happened last night, which led to both confusion—in the form of ceaseless, cyclical brooding over her request—and frustration—as thoughts of their time together and the possibilities of things to come sparked her itching desire to life once more.

Sighing, Kim resigned herself to a long, rough trip home as she looked out the window, aimlessly staring off into the distance as she tried to organize her muddled thoughts and feelings.

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Sighing deeply, a whining, miserable edge in the mournful sound, Lynn waited for the latest handful of painkillers she had taken to kick in. Hiding the pain and limited range of motion of her aching bones, swollen joints, and overtaxed muscles from her family over the last few days had been both emotionally and physically exhausting, but now she could finally sit down and rest in the warm sunlight as the fiery orange orb slowly sank in the west, unconcerned that her wrinkled face showed how haggard and worn she was.

Of course, her greatest pain wasn’t a physical one, but rather the deep sense of sorrow and failure she felt over not having been able to get Kimberly Ann to open up to her. She had so wanted to help the girl with her problems. All the more so now that she knew just how deeply involved her granddaughter was with Corscan; far more than she’d expected—despite her own past, she’d been just as idealistically presumptuous about Kimberly Ann as anyone else. But in the end, she’d failed. Despite her own considerable, deeply personal experience with the fear, shame, and deception that seeped into every aspect of life for someone living with what Kimberly Ann was, and despite bringing every ounce of determination and ability she possessed to try and break through that shell of dreadful deception, she simply lacked the aptitude to do so. All the insight in the world mattered not if you didn’t possess the skills to exploit it.

Of course, she could have confronted Kim directly instead of going about it in a circuitous, subtle manner. Instead of using carefully couched hints and suggestions, she could have asked her outright. She could have done even more than that. She could have told her everything, all the secrets, everything that was hidden in the shadows of the world, and even the secret truth about Kimberly Ann herself. She knew it all after all. Or at least, she knew enough of it. Forty-five years was a long time, but even with all the amazing changes in the world, she still knew enough of it.

Lynn would have preferred to think that the reason she hadn’t done any of that was because she knew it would have been better for Kimberly Ann if she chose to open up willingly, but despite that being true, it wasn’t the truth of her reason. Instead, it was the two things that she had lived with for the majority of her life: fear, and to a lesser extent, regret.

Despite the great trials and tribulations she was sure were to come for Kimberly Ann when she found out the truth, despite her fervent wish to help the girl with her problems, to comfort her, to give her the benefit of her experience, and despite how great her love for the girl was, she just couldn’t bring herself to betray Corscan again. To let her down once more when she knew how very much her granddaughter meant to Corscan—or at least, how much the potential Kimberly Ann represented meant to her. She just couldn’t hurt her again, even if that meant failing in her responsibility to her granddaughter, and the conflict tore her up inside.

Of course, it also didn’t help that Lynn still believed in what Corscan was doing, even though it was affecting her and her family in such a personal way. She hadn’t left Corscan because she’d lost faith—no, never that—she’d left because of her own weakness. Her fear. She’d let it rule her; let it destroy her happiness.

It was her fear that was stopping her now too. Fear had always been her greatest enemy, lurking in her heart and the dark, shadowy corners of her mind, insidious and all consuming, always there trying to drag her down no matter how many times she fought it—and fight she had, all her life. But no one could win against an enemy that was always there, always ready to drag you down when given the opportunity to do so, and despite her phenomenal, almost superhuman willpower, her fear had shackled her desires more times than she liked to admit—and to her great shame, this was one of those times.

If she told Kimberly Ann everything, then what would the girl think of her? The accusation, the sense of betrayal; she couldn’t bear to see that in her granddaughter’s bright fern-green eyes, couldn’t bear to see her beautiful face twist with rejection and loathing. She’d fallen to fear of judgment and rejection from her loved ones before, throwing away something she never should have because of it, and this was no different; she was just so weak! The shame of her shortcomings tore at her heart.

And of course, there were the sinister whispers in the back of her head that were complete paranoia; whispers that she knew were naught but dark nightmares and utter nonsense. But whispers she couldn’t silence, because a small, oh so very small part of her knew that despite how completely foolish they were, despite everything she managed to get out of Kim that told her Corscan was doing exactly what she’d said she would, in the manner she’d always intended, even after all these years, those fearful whispers were possible. Highly unlikely… nearly improbable… but still possible. Lynn knew.

Corscan was like a force of nature at times, perhaps because of her unique genesis, perhaps not, and that included retribution if her ire was roused to its full heights. Her wrath and the vengeance it brought were legendary. Or at least, they would have been, had anyone or anything ever survived to tell the tale. As it was, only the shadows knew. But in those dark, hidden circles of the world, the fearful whispers of that potential for chilling, merciless reprisal were spoken with the same awe one might grant the fires of Pompeii or the depredations of Vlad Tepes. And she valued loyalty above all other things. Saw it as one of the few saving graces of humanity. If Lynn betrayed her again by disrupting her plans for Kim, how great might her anger be? Enough to wake the dragon? And if so, what might that mean for Lynn? For Kim? For her entire family? For the world itself?

Bah! Stop thinking such foolish nonsense! Lynn once more dismissed her absurd doubts, but they remained in the back of her mind, cold and clammy and slithering likes snakes, always reminding her of her own pitiful weakness and shortcomings, of how weak she was that she couldn’t even stop thinking of something so absolutely irrational.

As the sun sank behind the skyline of the city, shrouding her in long shadows and a hint of the coming chill of night, Lynn sank into the cold place inside her, quietly sobbing from all the many pains tormenting her as tears tracked unnoticed down her seamed, weathered face.

I’m sorry Kimberly Ann; so very, very sorry I didn’t have the strength to help you more… I tried; I tried as much as I could! I hope you can forgive me…

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Kim had weathered the storm of her conflicted thoughts, emotions, and numerous frustrations for several hours now, but after the brief respite of stopping for supper, when it was time for her to try and get some rest before her shift driving began, those selfsame thoughts running around her head—and the fact that this time, instead of driving away from the setting sun, they were chasing it, thus keeping everything brightly lit—made it considerably difficult for her to fall asleep. Once she finally did manage to drift off, her sleep was restless and disturbed until finally, an hour after he was supposed to, Ron pulled over and gently shook Kim into a state of wakefulness that was almost worse than when she’d gone to sleep; a gritty, worn-down haze dulling her senses and making her feel all-around crappy.

When they set out again after fueling up the minivan—and with Kim having purchased a highly-unusual-for-her six-pack of Red Bull and a package of no-name double-fudge brownies—it took a while for Kim to get back to her usual self, despite the sugar and caffeine rush, but once she did, all she had were her thoughts of Shego to keep her company in the quiet, dark silence of the long night’s drive.

Kim spent hours turning everything over in her head without coming to a conclusion. Shego was right. Shego was crazy. Then again the whole idea of even trying to have some kind of relationship with the woman was crazy. But she already knew that. And she wanted it… didn’t she? Shego wanted it… didn’t she? Fight Shego on this because she was afraid of what might happen? Fight her on it because of some foolish stubbornness to have things her way? Concede to the other woman’s wishes because Shego had already done the same in such big ways for Kim? She ended up driving two hours past when she was supposed to stop for breakfast just because she wanted the extra time to think. Not that anyone complained, since no one else had managed to sleep well either, so the extra rest was appreciated.

After breakfast, and despite her churning mind, Kim finally crashed, her vitality depleted and boredom and anxiety grinding down her emotional energy until she fell asleep for several hours, only waking up when her father pulled into a truck stop for lunch. This rest was only slightly better than the one she’d had yesterday, but it rejuvenated her enough that she was fairly alert and didn’t feel like sleeping again any time soon. After she got out and about, stretching her legs and having a good lunch, she actually felt pretty good. And, as much as it surprised her, she also realized she’d come to a decision.

For the next two hours Kim buried her head in her Kimmunicator, using it to surf the net, reading and researching until, at about three in the afternoon, she put the device away and took a deep, calming breath, organizing her thoughts and preparing her battle plan.

“Mom, dad?” Kim’s hesitant, questioning tone drew the attention of Ron in the seat beside her and the twins in the row behind her as well as that of her parents. “I’ve got something I need to ask you…”

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