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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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Shego leaned back against the door to her suite once it swung shut behind her, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath before releasing it in a long sigh. She did not relish the idea of Kim figuring out the truth about her home, and fervently hoped the redhead would either fail to do so or at least forget about it, as the case might be—though in all honesty, despite those wishes, Shego had little doubt Kim would solve the puzzle eventually, since the girl was already so close to recognition that it was bothering her.

Sighing again, Shego opened her eyes and pushed off the door, giving her head a little shake while heading for the bedroom. Looking back on it in hindsight, it had been such a frivolous, childish, embarrassing thing to do, but at the time she’d been young and giddy with freedom and riches beyond anything she’d thought possible, drunk on the boundless possibilities of her new life. So she’d made some choices that were… whimsical, in retrospect. Now those choices were apparently coming home to roost—or more accurately, given the embarrassment this was sure to cause her when it finally came out, coming back to bite her in the ass.

“Oh well, nothing to do about it now…” Shego muttered in resignation as she passed through the open door to her bedroom, heading directly for the chair in front of her queen’s dresser and sitting down so she could take off her boots. A short time later Shego had stripped off both her hiking boots and the cotton socks beneath them, wiggling her toes for a few moments before getting up and depositing the socks in her dirty clothes hamper on the way into her closet, where she put the boots back with all her other countless pairs of footwear.

Looking around for a moment, Shego selected a loose, sleeveless, powder blue shift of soft, thin linen from her various nightgowns and then left the closet, tossing the garment on the enormous four-poster bed that took up a noticeable portion of the nearly twenty-foot square bedroom. Yawning deeply, Shego unbuttoned her overalls and let them fall to the floor in a heap before stepping out of them neatly, hooking her foot into the material and kicking them up and over to land in the open hamper by the closet. A minute later her balled up t-shirt and grey cotton briefs joined them.

Lacing her fingers together, Shego reached up toward the distant ceiling and stretched like a tea-green panther, her spine an arching bow and every inch of her taut musculature trembling. Dropping back down to her heels, Shego nonchalantly wandered out of the bedroom, through her suite’s living room, and into the bathroom, where she used the facilities before washing up, brushing her teeth, and then brushing out her long, luxuriant, midnight green mane with several hundred strokes of the brush.

Sighing softly, Shego turned out the lights and returned to her bedroom, where she put on her shift and then crawled into bed, giving a big, sleepy yawn as she wiggled around and curled up beneath the covers, settling into the firm mattress and pillows with a contented sigh. A few minutes later her eyes slid open and she growled softly. Despite being pleasantly warm, comfortable, and dead tired, she couldn’t get to sleep; her mind wasn’t cooperating.

Kim Possible was, presumably, less than thirty feet away from her, in her home, getting ready for bed or, more likely, putting her things away like she said she was planning on doing—in her home!

What the hell was I thinking? It’s bad enough that I’m getting into some kind of relationship with my teenage archrival, but to bring her here? Am I completely batshit crazy or what? We’ll be killing each other inside of a week! There’s no way this is going to work! And now she knows where I live! Gaaahhh!

Shego rolled over and twisted around, trying to quell her churning thoughts unsuccessfully. After twisting and turning some more, she flipped over and stuck her hand out from under the sheets, her power igniting as she fired a continuous finger-thick beam into the fireplace, twisting the lime-green energy to intense heat and raking it over the small pile of split logs therein. A moment later she cut off the beam and dismissed her power, pulling her hand back under the covers as she stared at the flickering yellow-orange flames dancing up from the brightly burning wood.

Sighing, Shego let the gently wavering flames and soft crackling and snapping sounds lull her into a more relaxed state, and finally, entranced by the display, her troubled mind began to slow and unwind. Eventually her eyelids grew heavy and started drooping, her breathing deepened, and she slid into a deep, deep sleep, a faint smile on her lips as her last thoughts turned unexpectedly—and by next morning, unremembered—to Kim and her reactions as she’d toured the house.

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Shego groaned and twisted around, away from the irritation trying to pull her from her warm, peaceful state of slumber, but a few moments later it came again. It wasn’t the first few, faint and easily ignored, nor the second set, less so, but rather the third; unwanted noises from the immediate vicinity and, just at this very moment, a soft prodding at her foot. Eventually, as much as she tried to ignore it, the repeated intrusions both audio and tactile managed to crack her unconscious state enough to register in her now conscious, if somewhat sluggish, mind.

“Shego, I’m not joking; I wouldn’t have come in here if I could help it, but I’m starting to get a headache. I really need something to eat and I can’t find anything in your kitchen but juice and vegetables, and gnawing on a carrot just isn’t going to cut it.”

Shego’s eyes snapped open and she jerked upright as adrenalin flooded through her, first at recognizing Kim Possible’s voice and then, a split second later as the memories of yesterday rushed back to her, when she was filled with dread over visions of untold chaos and disarray resulting from a starving teen’s hunt for sustenance in her previously pristine kitchen.

“Hmmh, wha?” Shego blinked in the dim light provided by the few gaps in the heavy drapes covering her windows, focusing on Kim standing at the foot of her bed in blue shorts and a short sleeved white belly shirt with a big red heart on it. “What do you mean you can’t find anything to eat? There’s tons of food down there.”

“The only thing I could find aside from the vegetables was some canned salmon and tuna. And cat food. I found cat food too.”

“Well then why the hell didn’t you make a sandwich or something?” Shego growled while pulling herself over to the side of the bed and sliding her curvaceous legs out from under the covers, slipping her feet into a pair of fuzzy blue slippers.

“Because there’s no bread anywhere, that’s why. I looked in the fridge and the freezer as well as the breadbox too.”

Shego opened her mouth to retort as she stood up, then paused, giving the faintest of sighs instead, realizing that Kim was right; there wouldn’t be any bread in the house until tomorrow when her staff brought it, since she’d specifically told them not to get any until she and Kim arrived, fearing it would go stale in the interim. Still, she knew there should be enough cereal to choke a horse downstairs.

“All right, all right, I guess it’s my own damn fault for not actually showing you where things were last night… or getting up early… or whatever.” Shego grumbled, heading around the bed and towards the door.

“Sorry Shego; I tried to wait as long as I could. If it weren’t for the headache I can feel coming on I’d have let you sleep. I even thought about opening up that huge, dusty box of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups you’ve got in there, but that much sugar and chocolate with nothing else would probably mess me up even more than the headache would.” Kim turned and hastily preceded Shego out into the living room.

“Yeah yeah yeah, I—” Shego cut off suddenly, her eyes going wide as another spike of panic shot through her. Snapping her head up and rushing after Kim, she demanded; “You didn’t open it, did you? Tell me you didn’t open it!”

As Shego grabbed her by the arm and turned her around, Kim almost—but not quite—slapped her hand away and dropped into a ready combat stance, though it was a close thing. After a moment reining in her instincts, Kim processed the pale woman’s anxious question and hesitantly responded; “Ummm, no? I told you I didn’t…”

Shego sighed in relief, murmuring; “Good, good.”

“Ummm… what’s… the big deal Shego? Are they leftovers from one of Drakken’s crazy schemes or something?”

“Hmmm? What? No, of course not.” Shego straightened and took a step back, attempting to assume a dismissive, nonchalant air. “There’s no way I’d bring some cockeyed concoction of Drakken’s into my kitchen.”

“Then why the meltdown?”

“I did not melt down!” Shego snapped defensively.

“Oh really?” Kim raised an eyebrow along with her dry response.

Shego growled and ground her teeth together. This was rapidly turning into a nightmare for her. “It’s nothing, really.” A moment later she sighed dejectedly as Kim kept staring at her with inquisitive eyes and an unconvinced expression. There was no way she could escape this trap she’d sprung on herself with her hasty overreaction—at least, not without some seriously stubborn stonewalling and misdirection that she, strangely enough, didn’t feel like undertaking.

After a few more moments grappling with the dilemma, Shego realized that was both because she knew Kim was bound to find out eventually, and because she wanted to tell her for the same reason you ripped off a band-aid quickly instead of pulling it off slowly—and perhaps, perversely, that she also wanted to see how Kim reacted. Besides, she’d admitted she was still a virgin to the girl, how much worse could this be?

A lot worse you idiot! You know that…

Sighing again, Shego all but mumbled; “I keep them there so I’ll have a way to tell when I’ve hit rock bottom, ok?”

“Ahhh, excuse me?” Kim was more confused now than before.

Shego growled and then very carefully annunciated; “If I ever open that box it will be to eat every last thing inside it. This I know. If that happens, I will then hopefully recognize that I’m in a very bad place emotionally.”

“What does a box of candy bars have to do with you being in a bad place?”

“Because I have a problem when it comes to what and how much I eat, ok?” Shego shouted, throwing her hands up in the air. “Or at least I did. Do! I don’t know…” Frustration gave Shego’s voice a plaintive quality, despite the aggravated tone. Steeling herself to continue, she grated out; “I was fat, ok? When I was a kid I was one of those pudgy little butterballs that couldn’t go more than a half-hour or so without sucking on some kind of sugary sweet! There, are you happy now? Even after I got my powers it took years to lose the weight—with exercise and watching my diet—and I have to watch myself all the time to make sure I don’t slip back into those old habits! That box is the enemy, there so I can look it in the eye every day and remind myself that I will not give in to those temptations any more! That I have and will continue to overcome them! And the day I see the bottom of that box will be the day I know I’ve hit rock bottom, just like a drunk at the bottom of a bottle. Do you get it now?”

“Oh, ok. I guess that makes sense then.” Kim turned and started heading for the door again.

“Wait, that’s it? That’s all you’ve got to say?” Shego’s eyes widened and her eyebrows rose, surprise evident in her voice.

Kim paused and looked back, a faint smile on her lips. “What do you want me to say Shego? That I’d have never guessed? That you look great now? I think you already know that. That I think it’s great you were able to do all that? Somehow I don’t think you’d have taken any of those well with the mood you’re in right now, so I kept my mouth shut.”

Shego followed along after Kim as the girl resumed heading out of the room, irritably demanding; “Wha’d’ya mean ‘mood’? I’m not in any ‘mood’!”

Kim’s smile twisted deeper. “That mood, right there. You’re looking for a confrontation Shego, and I’m not going to give you one.”

“I am not!” Shego snapped.

“Not playing Shego…” Kim responded in a singsong tone, turning at the end of the hall and heading for the stairs, leaving Shego grumbling and muttering under her breath as she trailed along behind her. Halfway down the stairs Kim had to bite her tongue to keep from laughing when she happened to make out an equally grumpy and petulant “not fair” from the string of otherwise unintelligible rumbles coming from behind her.

A few minutes later the pair entered the kitchen, whereupon Shego immediately stalked over to the second upper cupboard on the left and yanked open the door.

“There, see? Cereal in spades.” Shego shot Kim an irritated look.

“Ummm, actually, noooo… no I don’t.” Kim responded as she walked over to stand peering up into the cupboard, looking at a series of large, semitransparent, milky white Tupperware jugs filled with various substances. “I thought that was cooking stuff or something.”

Shego gave her head a little shake and snapped her hand up to point at each of the containers in turn. “Oatmeal, cream of wheat, Red River cereal, polenta, cream of rice…”

“Ohhhh-kay. I recognize oatmeal out of all that.” Kim looked down and away as she added; “And if there’s smoke detectors anywhere around here, you don’t want me trying to make oatmeal either.”

Shego smiled and gave a soft, amused huff, shaking her head again, gently this time. “All right, fine.” Shego grabbed a container from the cupboard. “You go set the table with stuff from the left-hand corner right there and then come back when you’re done. A glass for juice and a medium sized bowl…” Shego took a few steps towards the stove before suddenly stopping and looking over her shoulder as she added; “Oh! And bring me back a big orange and something for yourself from outside too.”

Turning away again, Shego missed Kim smacking herself in the forehead with the palm of her right hand, shaking her head and softly muttering in a disgustedly annoyed and embarrassed tone; “Awww son-of-a… I forgot about the fucking fruit trees!”

Sighing, Kim went into the dining room to set the table. By the time she got back with Shego’s orange and a nice apple for herself, Shego had a medium sized pot on the stove and was nearly done cooking the cereal, thanks to exposing the water to a few seconds of her power to bring it to a boil in mere moments.

“Ok, set those down here.” Shego gestured to the countertop next to her when she noticed Kim was back. “Now, there’s a crock of honey, brown sugar, and a small shaker of cinnamon third door to the left; bring those to the table along with the milk—it’s the silver pitcher in the fridge, second shelf. And get some juice for yourself too…”

“Ok.” Kim completed the first task without difficulty, but ran into trouble on the second when confronted by the nearly dozen jugs of juice in the fridge. “Ahhh, Shego? What exactly is all this stuff anyway?”

“Hmmm?” Shego looked over to Kim. “Oh. Lessee, we’ve got apple juice, orange juice, pineapple juice, grape juice, carrot juice, strawberry juice, blueberry juice, fruit punch, lemonade, and V8.”

Kim’s eyes grew steadily wider at the long list. “Wow, you really weren’t kidding when you said you like to drink a lot of juice, were you?”

“Nope.” Shego went back to her cooking. A few moments later she heard Kim ask; “Do you want me to get you something while I’m here?”

Shego paused for a second, then said; “Yeah, gimme some pineapple juice.”

“ ‘K.”

By the time Kim was done, Shego had finished cooking the cereal, and handed the pot to Kim as the girl was standing around idly watching. “Go slop that into the bowls and I’ll finish up here.”

While Kim went off to the dining room, pot in hand, Shego grabbed a sharp knife from a nearby rack and deftly cored and sliced up Kim’s apple before peeling her orange and breaking it into its individual segments. Putting the fruit on two small plates, Shego was finished by the time Kim returned.

“Rinse the leftover crap outta the pot and then come eat…” Shego commented as she passed Kim on her way to the dining room.

Kim nodded and quickly complied, returning to the dining room just in time to see Shego finish sprinkling a light dusting of cinnamon over the thick, creamy white paste in her bowl to go along with the honey she had drizzled on top of it.

“So, what is this anyway?” Kim asked as she sat down and started spooning some brown sugar onto her own cereal.

“Cream of wheat.”

A short while later Kim looked up with a slight smile, saying; “Humh, this stuff is pretty good.”

Shego smirked slightly as she met Kim’s gaze. “For flavorless mush you mean.”

“There’s flavor.” A moment later Kim’s smile deepened slightly. “Not much, but there is flavor. It’s subtle. The fact that it has a nice texture and it’s hot helps too.”

“M’yeah.” Shego took a drink of juice. “Once we get some bread we’ll add toast and jam for a little more variety, or maybe I’ll make some muffins.” Kim giggled slightly, and Shego shot her a look. “What?”

“Nothing.” Kim grinned broadly. “It’s just the idea of you baking muffins of all things really doesn’t seem to fit.”

“Yeah, well, get used to it Princess. I’m the only reason my brothers and I weren’t half starved, malnourished skeletons or fat tubs of lard while we were growing up. The only thing I don’t do is cakes…”

Kim cocked her head slightly. “Ummm, why, and, why?”

“Last to first, because that’s the only thing my idiot brothers wanted for dessert. Ever. You try baking cakes every few days for five years of your life and see if you ever wanna do it again. As for the other…” Shego paused, a far-off look in her eyes. A moment later she sighed and looked out the archway to the flowers in the greenhouse. After a while Kim didn’t think she was going to say anything further, but finally she turned back and spoke again, her tone reserved and almost… somber.

“How much did Hego tell you about us last year anyway?”

“Not that much. He told me how you got your powers, and how you formed a superhero team to protect Go City, but that was about it. I mean, aside from some general stuff about Go Tower and Aviarius.”

“Humph. The old ‘fate knocked hard’ speech I assume?” At Kim’s nod Shego scowled and muttered; “Yeah, I figured.” Shego’s expression didn’t quite soften, but rather shifted to one of carefully controlled neutrality as she took another drink of her juice. “See, the thing he never mentions is when a chunk of space ice the size of a Volkswagen Beetle drops out of the sky and slams into the earth, the impact tends to blow the crap out of a lot more than the tree house it hits.” Shego gave a melancholy smile. “Now we all managed to survive the hit despite being at ground zero because, well, you know…” Shego held up her hand and flared her power for a few moments, waving her fingers gently. “The same—” Shego’s voice caught, “the same can’t be said for our mom when the blast wave leveled our house.”

Kim’s eyes widened in shock. After a few moments of awkward silence she finally managed to stammer; “Oh… Shego… I didn’t… I’m so sorry.”

Shego swallowed before giving Kim a vague smile, responding in an assumed casual tone. “It’s ok Princess; it was a long time ago and nothing to do with you.” Giving a soft sigh, Shego looked off into the greenhouse again. “Anyway, after that things didn’t exactly get better. Our father…” Kim was surprised at the bitter, sneering twist Shego gave the word, “well, mom was dead and we weren’t, on top of which, we were all freaks now. Kids with super strength, the ability to shrink down smaller than a toy soldier, and fire explosive blasts from their hands, along with a pair of toddlers that could multiply into an entire daycare’s worth in a matter of seconds. I guess it was just too much for the fucker, so he took the easy way out.”

Shego shook her head gently, and then turned back to Kim, taking a few bites of her cereal and another drink before resuming her tale.

“From there things went from bad to worse. See, pops had already alienated himself from most of the family by marrying our mom—or rather, ‘that damn slant cunt’ as they liked to put it—then we add in offing himself in a Catholic family, and top it all off with us being a bunch of freaks… didn’t exactly incline them towards taking us into the fold. But, we were still Gos, however much they hated to admit it, so they couldn’t just leave us to the system—on top of which, Grampa Torin wouldn’t let them. He might have needed to distance himself from his son and us because of the family, but it was just an act, so he looked out for us as much as he was able to.”

Shego ate a little more of her breakfast while Kim kept silent, not trusting herself to speak right now and not wanting to say anything that might cause Shego to end her story prematurely.

“So trust funds were set up and lawyers recruited to manage them and us, which in turn began a never ending stream of private caretakers for the poor little orphans. The ones that actually cared about us couldn’t hack the stress, and the ones that were only in it for the money had no reason to care about us beyond keeping us in one piece and out of trouble, so we were pretty much on our own despite the minders.”

“Hego and Mego were boys—worse, boys with super powers—so they didn’t think about things like eating right and taking care of themselves—on top of which, Hego started the whole ‘destined hero’ crap pretty quick, so that gave them something to obsess about. The Wegos were too young to really know how to take care of themselves, let along how to do it right. So, I ended up having to do it all. I kept them in line—well, as much as anyone could—I made sure they got enough sleep and exercise and washed regularly and brushed their teeth and ate decent food. I pretty much took care of everyone while our ‘minders’ collected their checks.”

Shego looked up at Kim, a rueful smile on her lips. “You think going to school while saving the world in your spare time is hard? Try raising a family on top of all that.” Shego paused, then added; “Of course, we were local, not global like you, but believe me, we made up in volume what we lacked in travel time.”

Shego took another bite of her cream of wheat. “So, there you have it, the fantastic origin story of my leet cooking skills.”

Despite what her churning emotions were urging her to do, Kim knew that sympathy and sadness were precisely the last things she should show right now. With the two of them only a first few steps into exploring their relationship, there was absolutely no way Shego would take either of those well—as a matter of fact, Kim was actually pretty amazed Shego had even told her the story to begin with. So instead, Kim fought her instincts and steeled herself by drawing upon her boundless willpower, forcing a faint smile and raised eyebrow while speaking in a dry, amused tone.

“Leet?”

“Hey, I’m not that old.” Shego growled, returning to her breakfast.

Kim forced a laugh, then realized with a start that she’d forgotten all about her own now barely warm breakfast while she’d been caught up in Shego’s story. Quickly digging in, Kim concentrated on eating and letting go of the melancholy she felt. After a while she looked up and asked a question that stemmed partially from curiosity, but mostly from wanting to move on from Shego’s tale smoothly.

“So, what are we doing today? Anything?”

Shego twitched a faint smirk and looked up, draining the last dregs of her juice while watching Kim. “I’ve got a few ideas if you finish settling in quick enough, yeah.”

Kim smirked. “Would… ‘already’, be quick enough for you?”

Shego’s eyebrows rose slightly. “Seriously?”

“Yep. I unpacked everything last night and put it all away before I went to bed.”

Shego snorted softly. “Well in that case, lemme make a few calls after we clean up here and I’ll see what I can set up. You think you can be ready to leave in an hour or so?”

“Should be able to, yeah. So what are we going to be doing?” Kim stood up and started to collect her dirty dishes as Shego did the same with her own.

“Not entirely sure yet. Depends on what’s available. We’re going somewhere anyway; I wanna get your ‘cultural studies’ out of the way as soon as we can so we won’t have that hanging over our heads all the time. I figure by the end of the week you’ll have seen about everything there is worth seeing here, more or less anyway. On top of which, you’ll have enough airtime by then that you can get your full pilot’s license too.”

Kim paused for a moment on her way to the kitchen, then continued as she asked; “So you were serious about all that were you?”

“All what?” Shego put her dishes in the sink and then gestured for the ones in Kim’s hands, adding them to the pile once Kim handed them over.

“The whole ‘cultural studies’ thing. I figured I’d end up having to bug you about that in order to get it done.”

Shego grinned wryly as she grabbed the sink’s heavy-duty spray nozzle and started rinsing off the dishes one by one, handing them to Kim so she could load them into the nearby dishwasher. “And I figured you’d start bugging me about it if we didn’t really do it. Since I don’t particularly want to have to deal with that, the only other choice is to actually do it, so, we’re going to.”

Kim snorted. “So you’re preemptively heading off an argument then?”

“Can’t be an argument if there’s nothing to fight about Pumpkin.” Shego paused, her lips curling slightly. “Besides, it was my idea and I said we’d do it…”

Kim smiled faintly herself and continued loading the dishwasher in amused silence. Shortly thereafter Shego handed Kim the last dish and dried her hands while the redhead put it in the waiting rack. As Kim closed up the heavy-duty machine Shego took one last look around the kitchen to make sure everything was in order, then turned to her and said; “All right, let’s get ready. I’ll buzz you on the intercom when it’s time to go. Figure an hour just to be safe, but it might take a little longer.”

“Ok.” Kim was about to turn and head for her rooms, but paused instead, asking; “What should I wear anyway?”

“I don’t know… something casual, comfortable. Whatever you want. With decent shoes; we’ll be doing some walking no matter where we end up.”

Kim nodded and was halfway to the door before Shego added; “Oh! And a hat… Or some sunscreen… It’s going to be a nice day according to the forecast and the summer sun here is stronger than you’d think.”

Kim stopped and looked back, a faintly worried expression on her face. “I didn’t think to bring any sunscreen, and the only hat I own is a baseball cap. Somehow I don’t think that’s gonna cut it.”

“Oooh… well, lemme think.” Shego headed towards the exit and Kim fell in alongside her. “I don’t use sunscreen myself, and honestly, there’s no way in hell any of my hats will fit you unless we tie them on with a scarf. Damn…”

Shego shook her head and fell into silence as they walked up the corridor, her brow faintly furrowed as she considered the dilemma. A moment later she shook her head again and dismissed the problem, decisively declaring; “We’ll pick some up sunscreen for you on our way through town.”

“Ok.” Kim responded, then, as they came out into the main hall, hesitated for a moment before adding; “Ummm, Shego?”

Shego glanced at Kim with a vaguely suspicious look over the hesitant tone, then cautiously hazarded; “Yeeeeah?”

“I’ve always wondered… I mean I’ve seen the sunlamps set up in Drakken’s lairs from time to time and knew they were yours, with the piles of fashion magazines near them and all, and I know you take a lot of vacation time on him, it’s just… well, I mean… it’s not… like… I’ve ever seen you… tanned… or anything…” Kim trailed off; unable to continue as her worries over insulting or aggravating Shego grew too strong.

Shego snorted and then chuckled softly. It was turning out to be quite a day for her “dirty” little secrets.

“Well, aside from enjoying the sun just because it feels good, I am tanned Kimmie.” Shego smirked at the expression on Kim’s face, responding to the question before Kim could voice it. “Yes, seriously. Y’see Pumpkin, this would be yet another case of the joys of having a screwed up physiology thanks to the weird powers you have. When I ‘tan’, I don’t get darker, I get lighter.”

“Really?” Kim’s amazement echoed through the main hall as she began mounting the stairs.

“No, I’m lying.” Shego quipped dryly.

“Well then what— I mean, if you don’t mind me asking… how do you usually look? I mean, if you weren’t… tanned, or whatever.”

Shego gave a soft, amused huff. If I minded I’d have told you to go fuck yourself when you first asked Princess. A second later Shego snorted sharply and smirked to herself. Which… actually might have resulted in something entirely different than expected given your attitude towards certain things now… Shaking her head at the thought, Shego finally answered the question.

“Pretty dark Kimmie. Pretty green. You ever see a She Hulk comic?”

Kim shook her head in the negative, responding; “No, but I saw the Hulk movie.”

“Enh, close enough.” Shego smiled as they reached the top of the stairs. “Lemme guess; your little chum drag you to that one?”

“Yeah, pretty much.” After a momentary pause Kim continued; “Well, I guess that explains a few things then.” Shego looked over with one eyebrow slightly raised and Kim elaborated; “There were a couple of times over the years that I thought you looked a little greener than usual, but you were always back to normal by our next run-in, so it didn’t seem like a tan. Now I know it was actually your ‘tan’ starting to wear off.”

Shego nodded idly and started heading for her room, with Kim keeping pace alongside her. Walking down the balcony, a sly smile crept across Kim’s lips as she reached out carefully and tried to lift up the hem of Shego’s shift. “So, do you have like, reverse tan lines or something?”

“Hey, watch it!” Shego growled as she smacked Kim’s hand away before the girl got very far, prompting a giggle from the redhead. “And no, I do not have ‘reverse tan lines’ thank you very much.”

“Oh, so you tan in the nude, do you?” Kim’s smile shifted to suggestively enthralled for a moment, then suddenly vanished, replaced by a slightly nauseated expression. “Ewww! In front of Drakken?”

Shego blinked for a second, her mind stalling as it processed the statement, then her face screwed up with disgust and she shivered and shuddered almost violently, hunching her shoulders as she shouted; “Gaaah! Why the hell did you put that in my head?” Shego shivered again. “Oh god! No! No I do not fucking tan in the nude and especially not in front of Drakken! Gaaah!”

With a shake of her head and a last thrashing and twitching across her shoulders, Shego finally managed to regain control of herself, though she continued scowling. Straightening, she turned that displeased expression to Kim and grated out; “Thanks. Thanks a lot. I am so going to return that favor once I think of something just as bad to mess you up with.”

“Hey, I’m sorry, all right?” Kim looked honestly penitent as she raised her hands helplessly. “It’s not like I wanted that in my head either.”

Shego shook her head again and drew a deep breath, releasing it in a long sigh. “Anyway, no, I don’t have any tan lines. It’s some kind of full-body process. As long as I get enough sun, all of me lightens, even the parts that are covered up while I’m getting it. That’s why I don’t need to tan every day despite being covered up most of the time. Once I get to the point I am now, I can maintain it with just a few hours a week.”

“Now, I’m going to go get ready…” As Shego turned and stalked off, Kim heard her mutter; “Maybe try and find some brain-bleach too…”

Given she shared the sentiment to some degree, the comment failed to arouse any humor in Kim, who turned and headed down the hall to her rooms in order to get ready herself.

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Notes: A few things I really should have put at the end of the last chapter but forgot to.

First, the address for my deviantART account, where you can find a few really crappy pictures of Shego’s house and some floor plans as well:

http://lord-kellendros.deviantart.com/

Second, the address to the devART account of the only person who’s produced multiple RoD fanart to date:

http://josh84.deviantart.com/

And last but not least, for any other artsy types out there contemplating fanart of their own, well, that’s fucking awesome for one, and, should any of you hypothetical artists put accuracy to source material high on your list, I’ve prepared an “artists reference pack” that should give you a good idea of what’s in my head, so just send me a message over at FFN, the KP Slash Haven, or devART if you want it.
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