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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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“Are you sure you want to go out tonight Princess?” Shego asked loudly as she opened up her suitcase on the big King-sized hotel bed, so that Kim could hear her in the bathroom. “I mean, not that I really care if we run into your ‘little chum’ or not, but, I’m just sayin’…”

“Yes Shego, I’m sure.” Kim bellowed back with just a touch of exasperation. “It’s Friday night and we’re in Paris; I’m going out. Besides, Paris is huge, and it’s not like Ron would be going anywhere we’d be going anyway, so the odds of us running into him are practically nonexistent!”

On top of which, I’m nervous as hell about doing this, so I really need something to keep me occupied until tomorrow… Kim finished in silent thought.

Out in the bedroom, Shego cut her eyes to the ceiling, shaking her head for a moment as she indulged in some muttering of her own—though hers was out loud, if under her breath.

“Says the girl whose sidekick has ruined umpty-dozen villainous schemes through sheer luck alone.” Heading for her carry-on bag where it lay open atop a nearby dresser, she continued in a louder tone; “Ok, fine. Just had to ask. So where do y— the fuck?”

Shego froze, her eyes widening in surprise, and quickly backpedaled two steps, jerking her head to the left and staring at Kim through the bathroom door, which was mostly ajar, only to find that no, she actually hadn’t imagined what she’d thought she’d seen. A second later she stepped over to the doorway and pushed it all the way open, her voice sharp with bewildered incredulity as she asked; “ ‘The hell are you doing?”

Kim looked over her shoulder from where she stood in front of the toilet, brow furrowing in confusion and one eyebrow raised to match the dry, borderline sarcastic tone she responded with.

“Ahhh… going to the bathroom?”

“Yeah, I see that, but how exactly?” Shego swept her left hand up in a haphazard gesture in Kim’s general direction. “I mean, thanks to your ‘fun and games’ over the last few weeks I know you don’t have any extra plumbing you shouldn’t have, and I refuse to accept ‘I can do anything’ for this one, so what the hell’s going on?”

Kim stared at Shego for a long moment, then smirked and snorted as she finally figured out what the bedeviled beauty was raving about.

“Seriously?” Kim grinned as she finished up her business at the toilet. “Miss ‘I wear a catsuit all the time’ really doesn’t know how to pee standing up?”

“No I do not know how to pee standing up!” Shego snapped. “Lacking a dick, it never really occurred to me that I could.”

“Well, y’can. Probably anyway…” Kim was still grinning as she zipped up her cutoff jeans and turned to face Shego again. “Want me to teach you how?”

“Where, in the hell, did you learn how to do something like that?” Shego’s voice was dry disbelief before she shyly added; “And, yes, actually, that is something I’d like to know how to do please.”

Kim gave a soft snort, her smile curling into a lopsided smirk.

“Well, I can show you how, but it takes a little while to get the aiming down, and it’s better if you really have to go the first few times you try it—and if you must know, I learned it from Corscan… and… prrrretty much had the same reaction you just did too, come to think of it.”

“Keh, figures.” Shego gave her head a little jerk, a half smile on her lips as she continued; “Anyway, I don’t have to go right now, and even if I did, I don’t feel like dealing with the mess you seem pretty sure I’ll be making, so… maybe later.”

“Yeah, an open field or the shower is the best place to practice ‘til you get it down.” Kim idly commented while moving over to the sink to wash her hands.

Shego paused on her way out the door, a slight hunch to her shoulders as she gave a little sound of disgust and, more condemnation than question, asked; “You pee in the shower?”

“No, I do not pee in the shower.” Kim’s tone was dry exasperation. “I mean, not normally anyway. Just in this case, that’s the best way to go until you get the hang of what you’re doing.”

“Good to know.”

Shego continued out into the bedroom and collected her carry-on before returning to the bathroom, intending to set up her toiletries, only to find that Kim had already done the same with her own supplies, conveniently placing everything to the left-hand side of the sink—convenient because Shego preferred the other side.

“Lefty are ya’ ?” Shego inquired as she stepped up to the right of Kim and set her boxy, hard-shelled carrier down on the counter, opening it up and starting to set out the modest amount of makeup and other things she’d brought with her—modest of course being a relative term in this case.

Kim pulled a towel off the rack and started drying her hands while she glanced over at what Shego was doing, a soft smile curling her lips a moment later.

“Not exactly; I can use either-or… sometimes I even spread out to both, but for the most part I usually stick to one side.”

“Yeah, me too; except I tend to be a strict righty.”

“Cool.”

Kim finished drying her hands, put the towel back, and then paused as, more to herself than Kim, Shego idly commented; “Ok, that’s just freaky.”

“What?”

Shego glanced at Kim and then held up a clear blue plastic case in her left hand—a case for the exact same type of natural mineral salt crystal deodorant that sat amidst the rest of Kim’s toiletries on the other side of the sink.

“Oh no way, you use that too?” amusement warred with surprise in Kim’s grinning tone.

“Hell yeah.” Shego smirked while setting the case down with her other things. “Like you said, I’m ‘Miss wears a catsuit all the time’, and nothing works better than that stuff for long-term control—plus none of the gunk that comes with roll-ons and sticks.”

“Tell me about it. I started using it all the way back when I first got on the cheer squad. Couldn’t stand the gunky stuff, and… well, y’know; can’t be stinky with a bunch of other girls around, even if you wanted to. Then when I started going on missions it really came in handy, given I’m in those clothes for days straight sometimes.”

Shego smiled with a little nod of understanding, and Kim idly watched her set up her toiletries for another minute or so before giving her head a gentle shake, announcing; “I’m gonna go get ready.”

“ ‘K.” Shego acknowledged offhandedly, more absorbed in her task than not.

Over the next hour or so Kim and Shego played relay-race with the bedroom and bathroom, picking out clothes, showering, getting dressed, and putting on the final touches with their hair and makeup each in turn, with Kim “winning” the race by way of starting first.

When Shego finally emerged from the bathroom, she found Kim out on the balcony, leaning against the railing in a tight, short-sleeved pink belly-shirt that had darker strips of material hemming the sleeves and bottom, a sky-blue and cobalt plaid pleated skirt that fell to mid-thigh, and a pair of cute, blue and pink trimmed frilly bobby socks—all testament to the summer heat Shego assumed, though she couldn’t be completely certain, since Kim’s accessories were equally subdued; a half-dozen thin gold bangles on each wrist, pale pink opalescent nail polish, lipstick and eyeshadow in the same shade, and only a single half-ponytail gathering up the hair on the sides and top of her head.

As Shego joined Kim out on the balcony, she was struck by the impression that the redhead was unusually pensive, and drew breath in a deep near-sigh as she mistakenly assumed Kim was brooding over her decision to tell the buffoon about the two of them.

“Penny for your thoughts…” Shego opened somewhat neutrally, not particularly wanting to open that can of worms again, but not really seeing as to how she had a choice either.

Kim turned her head, only to pause for a moment; a soft smile crossing her lips as she saw what Shego was wearing.

In defiance of the heady heat hanging over Paris, Shego wore tight, bright blue bellbottom jeans, slightly mottled with lightly faded patches in a somewhat “worn in” look, and a formfitting, full-length tan cotton shirt with flaring ruffles at the wrists and down the modest v-neck collar. She’d also done up her (currently) shoulder length hair in a high ponytail that more or less disguised the much longer strip down the center, where her Mohawk had been two days earlier. The final touches were a pair of small, classically tasteful, fat teardrop clip-on earrings with broad borders of deeply embossed gold scrollwork surrounding dark brown cat-eyes, the suggestion of ice-blue eyeshadow, and surprisingly, lipstick in a slightly darker shade of that same color.

It wasn’t the contravention of ambient temperature that brought a smile to Kim’s lips though, but rather it was how the entire look was contrary to Shego’s usual style when going out—almost a borderline disguise making her appear as un-Shego-like as possible without the application of full-body makeup or a wig. Shego had taken unprompted steps to “blend in,” even though Kim knew there was no way they were going to be anywhere near Ron this evening, and that touched the redhead warmly even as the unnecessary caution gently amused her. Of course, that also made her feel even guiltier a few moments later, as worrying about Ron had been the furthest thing on her mind while she’d been aimlessly staring out at the Paris cityscape. No, she’d been fretting over something else entirely, the earlier conversation with Shego having acted as a catalyst to revive other worries, along with memories of discussing them with Monique…

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“Oh-oh; I recognize that look…” Monique asserted firmly as the ongoing lull in her conversation with Kim stretched on.

“Humh? What?” Kim came back to herself with a quick jerk of her head, realizing she’d been staring off into space for at least a few moments now.

“You, girlfriend; you’ve got that ‘I’m-all-broody-and-keepin’-it-bottled-up’ thousand-yard stare again. So, I’mma need my crowbar for this one, or are you ready to spill on your own?”

Kim sighed deeply; all resignation tinged with frustration and possibly just a hint of disgust.

“No, you’re right.” Kim looked down at her lap.

“So what’s goin’ on then?”

“Well, you know the whole sitch with Corscan, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Is it…” Kim looked up at Monique again, meeting her gaze with uncertain eyes, “is it crazy that I still miss her, even with all the things that might be going on with her?”

“Say what?” Monique’s response was dry skepticism.

“Well I don’t mean all the time or anything,” Kim quickly clarified. “It’s just that sometimes I’ll find myself thinking about her, wishing she were here so we could talk about stuff, or that she was around to show me what I should be doing with my training,” Kim’s expression turned sheepish as, in a low mutter, she added; “or even just so we could fuck for a few days straight so that I don’t go completely crazy waiting for Shego to get over her problems. So fucking horny I could bite through a ten-pound weight right now…”

“What was that?”

“Nothing.” Kim shook her head quickly. “So, what’s the verdict Doc? Am I nuts or what?”

“Nah…” Monique waved away Kim’s concerns with a casual grin. “It’s a little messed up, but not really. I mean, let’s look at it objectively,” Monique sat up straight, taking on a more serious tone as she ticked off points on her fingers, “she was this whole, big, important part of your life and she’s only been gone for a short while compared to that; you’re not sure if there’s anything shady going on with her, despite the weirdness of her booking, and even if there is, you don’t know if it had anything to do with you; and last but not least, you haven’t had any kind of closure with her; it’s all still up in the air, despite you and Green-Girl working out your own thing now.” Monique raised an eyebrow as she relaxed into a more mischievous, teasing purr; “ ‘An ‘a course the fact that you still ain’t gettin’ any from your bad grrrl don’t exactly help either!”

“Monique!” Kim actually blushed faintly as she shouted the dry admonition; Monique’s mind reading skills still managed to catch her off guard from time to time.

Monique gave a giggling laugh. “Ah’ you know I’m just tellin’ it like it is girlfriend! But hey, maybe if you’re lucky my own dry spell’ll keep up and I’ll finally break down an’ come on over to your side; then next time you’re in town we can help you relieve all that… ‘tension’, I’m sure’s built up…”

“Not helping Mo!”

The sporadic, irreverent teasing about “converting” out of sheer frustration over her extensive track record of disasti-dates was another thing that got to Kim, albeit with a much more good-natured, if somewhat uneasy, exasperation than actual outright freakiness—though in this case, given Kim’s own levels of frustration were fast approaching meltdown levels, not quite so much with the “good-natured” as with the “exasperation.”

“That’s what you think girl.” Monique shot back slyly, one eyebrow rising in a knowing, self-satisfied expression. “Mind’s not on brooding over missing Miss Big-‘n-Tall anymore, now is it?”

Kim stared at Monique for several long moments, blinking a few times, and then shook her head as a wry smirk curled her lips.

“Ok, guess you’ve got me there.” Kim’s tone was warm, if dry.

“Now, you need to stop worrying about it altogether, because the only thing it proves is that you’re human, that’s all.” Monique sobered slightly, growing more serious as she continued; “However, there is one thing you should be thinking about.”

“And that would be?” The change in Monique’s demeanor made Kim just a bit wary, if not outright nervous; she recognized the signs that her friend was about to confront her with something she might have overlooked, or might not want to hear, or both.

“When exactly you’re going to tell Shego about this.” Monique’s voice turned sharply stern; “Because you are planning on telling her, right?”

Kim instinctively drew breath to ask why she should tell Shego, then figuratively bit her tongue and sighed instead, knowing full well the answer.

“Yeah, I guess I do need to tell her, don’t I?”

“Damn straight.” Monique agreed while nodding sagely. Her firm tone softened a moment later as she cautiously inquired; “So, how do you think she’ll take it?”

“Honestly? I’ve got no idea. Before we got together, I’d’a said ‘flip out, go nuclear with the flaming green death, and head off to fry Corscan, me, or both of us’… but now? I mean, she said she was ok with ‘sharing’, so long as she was getting what she wanted, but that was right after she found out how I felt… no telling what kind of frame of mind she was in after that shock. And on top of that, after living with her for nearly three weeks now, I can say with all certainty that Shego is both exactly and nothing like what I expected her to be, if that makes any sense at all. I really have no idea how she’ll take it… whatever the hell it is, since I’m not even really sure myself,” Kim sighed again, then sarcastically grumbled; “and of course not knowing what the real story is with Corscan makes it all soooo much easier.”

“Well, what can I say Kim? No one ever said life was easy…” Monique responded sympathetically, then, with conviction, added; “But I’m here for you girl, and if I know anything about you, I’m sure you’ll get through it all just fine…”

“Thanks Mo…” Kim gave her friend a warm, appreciative smile.

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“Kimmie?”

The hanging query brought Kim back to herself; she’d drifted out for a second again—at least, she hoped it was just for a second.

Taking a deep breath, Kim steeled her resolve and forced herself to ask a question that was likely to lead places she really didn’t want to go with Shego, but that she knew had to be addressed despite those reservations.

“Shego…”

“Yeaaaah?” Shego hazarded cautiously; she was hardly blind, and Kim’s uncertainty was screaming “incoming unpleasantness” loud and clear to her intuition.

“Does it… does it bother you when I talk about Corscan?”

The hell? Shego raised an eyebrow ever so slightly as the thought echoed through her head. To say the question threw her would be an understatement. It was definitely not even close to what she’d been expecting—well, technically she hadn’t really been expecting anything specific, but nevertheless, this wasn’t even in the general area of nebulousness she’d vaguely thought it would be in.

“Ahhh… noooo, not… reeeealy.” Shego finally responded. “Whyyyy?”

“Well, it’s just… I mean, things are going pretty good with us, right?” Kim bit her lower lip for a second. “I mean, working through everything and all… opening up… getting closer. I know it’s only been a few weeks, but so far we at least seem to work, right? At the very least…” Seemingly unsure of what to do with her hands, Kim fidgeted unconsciously. “So… I just mean; I don’t how happy I’d be if my girlfriend kept talking about her not-quite-ex-not-quite-current-possibly-but-not-necessarily-evil-mastermind-who-may-or-may-not-have-been-trying-to-manipulate-her is all… especially if that not-quite-ex-not-quite-current-possibly-but-not-necessarily-evil-mastermind-who-may-or-may-not-have-been-trying-to-manipulate-her was the first person she’d ever had sex with too…”

Shego silently blinked three times in succession while her overloaded brain played catch-up with Kim’s rapid-fire ramblings—and astonishingly precise spur-of-the-moment repetition—then, suddenly, she snorted into a broad grin and chuckle that took considerable effort to keep from becoming outright laughter in the redhead’s face.

“Wanna give that another try, this time in English?” Shego snorted again and raised her palms in a placating gesture, quickly amending; “No, no, sorry. Sorry. It’s just that that was some random mouthful there Princess… Where exactly did all of that come from?”

Once more drawing a deep breath, Kim forced herself to tell Shego everything she’d told Monique—though it took nearly every ounce of willpower she had to make it all the way through to the end without faltering, and even then she was only able to hint at the fact that she wouldn’t exactly say “no” to “blowing off some steam” were Corscan around to do so with.

“I see.” Shego’s unusually placid response came after several long, silent moments spent staring at Kim, her pale, exotic features all but expressionless.

I see? I see? That’s all you’ve got to say? Kim shouted in her head, but managed to keep from blurting out loud. Even so, despite her best efforts to keep calm, enough of her anxiety bled through to her voice that her subsequent reply had the snap of a demand to it, if only just.

“That’s it?”

“Well, what do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know… Tell me how you feel… tell me what you think… tell me I’m crazy; tell me you’re pissed; tell me something anyway! Talk to me!”

Shego sighed softly. “Look, Kimmie, I’ll admit that maybe I’m just a little bit more bothered by this than I thought I would be, but even so, I can’t really complain. I mean it’s not exactly like you’re not doing some compromising in all of this, so the least I can do is try and meet you halfway, right? Besides, I’d have to be a total dumbass not to expect you’d still be thinking about her; it’s only been a few weeks after all, and you still don’t even know what the deal is with her yet, so its not like you can really move on or anything, even if you wanted to.”

Shego paused for a moment, then gave a warm, sly grin, lightheartedly adding; “And hey, given the absolute worst case scenario I have to worry about is ‘sharing’ you, what with the total Twilight Zone you ‘I can do anything’-ed your way into regarding sex and relationships, it kinda takes away a lot of the tension I might otherwise be feeling, y’know? I mean, I might have competition, but the fight’s fixed so I can’t lose… that’s not too bad a deal if you look at it the right way.”

Shego’s grin twisted to an outright smirk, laughter in her teasing tone as she concluded; “Don’t get me wrong Princess; I’d much rather win, and I’m certainly going to try if it comes down to that, but I’ll take a tie over a loss any day of the week.”

Kim looked up at Shego for a few moments and then gave a soft smile, her big fern-green eyes shimmering warmly. “Thanks Shego.”

“For what?” A faintly raised eyebrow accompanied the question.

“For understanding.” Kim’s smile grew to a broad grin as she stepped in and gave the older woman an affectionate hug.

Shego initially returned the gesture, but after a few seconds her body language stiffened and she grumbled; “Ok, that’s enough of that Pumpkin.”

“Hmmm? What’s the matter? I thought you liked hugs…” Kim teased with a playful grin, leaning back to meet Shego’s gaze without releasing her.

“Not when they’re all gratitude-ie and I didn’t do anything to deserve it…” Shego mumbled while squirming slightly in Kim’s grasp.

Kim’s grin broadened and she squeezed Shego so hard the pale beauty wheezed a little before the redhead finally released her and stepped back.

“God you’re silly…” Kim laughed.

“Yeah, I’m a real barrel of monkeys…” Shego looked down and to the side with the self-conscious mutter, but quickly recovered her usual aplomb as she lifted her head a moment later and loudly declared; “Anyway, if you really wanna go out then let’s get out of here already. I’ll get the concierge to rent us some bikes and we can have dinner in the hotel restaurant while we wait for them.”

“Ok, let’s go.” Kim agreed amiably, falling in step with Shego as they both headed inside.

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“Ummm, Shego? We need to leave now.” Kim said, a slight tone of urgency in her voice as she spoke loud enough to be heard over the club’s pounding music.

“What? But we just got here; we’ve only been dancing for a few minutes. What’s wrong?” Shego all but hollered back.

“Yeah, I know, but can we just go please? Let’s find another club; maybe that one you told me about over on Sienne Street.” Kim responded.

Really looking at Kim now, Shego noticed the worry the redhead was trying to conceal. Her eyes were focused and scanning the dance floor intently, as if she were tracking someone or something, and her body language had gone from mostly relaxed to somewhat tense; poised to move, but not so much so that it looked like she was preparing to spring into action or anything.

Tensing herself, Shego looked around while demanding; “What is it Kimmie? Is your sidekick here? Or someone else we know? Or who’d know us?”

Glancing at Shego, Kim saw how she was amped up now and quickly answered; “No, no, it’s nothing like that—well, not exactly anyway. Look, can we just go? Please?”

Looking back to Kim, Shego’s eyes narrowed slightly and she said; “Not until you tell me why you suddenly wanna jet outta here, no.”

Kim’s downcast sigh was lost in the music. A moment later she looked up at Shego and answered; “All right, all right, but you’re not going to like it.”

“Just tell me.”

“You see that hot looking Latina over there? The one with even more hair than you usually have?” Kim asked.

Shego looked over to the side of the club that Kim had indicated with a slight twist of her head, and after a minute or so nodded and said; “You mean the one in the leopard skin go-go boots, with the huge store-bought rack and that nice J-lo ass?”

“Yeah, that’s the one.” Kim confirmed.

“So, what about her? Do you know her? Because I sure don’t…”

“Yeah, you could say that. So, can we get out of here now?”

“Sure Princess. You bolt now and I’ll get our coats and meet you out front; wouldn’t want her to see us leaving together…”

Kim sighed again, looking at the floor uncomfortably. “It’s… it’s not that Shego… she already saw me with you earlier, before I knew she was here.”

“Well if it’s not that then why the hell do we need to leave? If you don’t want to talk to her believe me, you won’t have to; I’m pretty sure I can take her.”

“You’re not going to let this go, are you?” Kim said miserably.

Shego sighed and answered; “Look, if you really want to go we can go, but I don’t have to like it. We promised to be honest with one another, remember? Just tell me what the hell is going on and I’ll be happy, ok Princess?”

Looking up at Shego once more, Kim reluctantly replied; “Ok, fine, but like I said, you won’t like it.”

“Just tell me.”

“Well, it’s just that…” Kim trailed off, then continued in a rush; “that’s one of the women I slept with when I was with Corscan. Twice.”

Shego raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

“Slept with. We slept with her. Well, actually, there wasn’t much sleeping going on; she was pretty enthusiastic all night long.”

“Ohhhh-kay. And so you want to duck out of here why? I mean if she’s seen us then what’s the big deal? It’s not like you haven’t made it perfectly clear you like sex, a lot, and with some of the things you’ve been torturing me with you can’t possibly be embarrassed over seeing her, so what is it?”

“Well, like I said, she was very enthusiastic with us. And ahhh… she just gave me the high sign a few minutes ago when she saw me before I got back to you.”

“High sign?” yet again, a sable eyebrow arched inquisitively.

“As in; ‘wanna go to bathroom for a quickie with me?’ That sign.”

“The hell? There’s a signal for that now?”

“Errrm, yeah?”

“And she gave it to you.”

“Yeah.”

“So do you want to?”

“What do you mean?”

“Fuck her. Do you want to go fuck her?” Shego asked bluntly.

“Shego, I’m here with you.” Kim answered firmly.

“That isn’t an answer. Tell me the truth; do. You. Want. To. Fuck. Her.”

Kim looked torn, and then, after a long time, muttered something Shego couldn’t hear over the music.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you there Kimmie.”

“Yes! Yes I want to fuck her, ok?” Kim said, loud enough for Shego to hear but pitched harsh and low so no one else could. “I went from getting laid five nights a week for nearly five months straight to nothing but my hands and imagination for over a month now. I’m so fucking horny I could probably fuck you unconscious twice and still be up for more, ok? But that doesn’t change the fact that I’m with you now and I’m goddamn well going to give you the time you need to figure out your little problem like I promised you I would. And I am not going to go have hot bathroom sex with some woman I spent a few nights with before we got together just because you haven’t finished doing that and I’m still not getting any from you, no matter how good she looks or how much I want to, all right? Until we work things out between us I am not going to do anything that could screw us up, and believe me, this is fucking guaranteed to screw us up, even if you are about to tell me to go do it and you do think you’re ok with it, got it? So it’s not going to happen! Now can we please just get the fuck out of here now?”

Shego watched Kim with a soft, amused little smile as the girl wound down and stood flushed and breathing heavily from her impassioned tirade. Then the pale beauty snorted quietly in the back of her throat and said; “Y’know Princess, that has got to be equally the nicest and single most fucked up thing anyone has ever said to me. C’mon, let’s get outta here before you blow a fuse or something.”

“Shego!” Kim grumped as the taller woman draped an arm across her shoulders and began walking her towards the coat check.

“So… ‘hot bathroom sex’, eh?” The sly inquiry came only a few moments later.

Kim groaned and muttered; “Oh god no.”

Grinning broadly, Shego responded; “Oh god yes.”

“You’re never going to let me forget I said that, are you?”

“Wha’s’a’matter Kimmie, you no likey ‘hot bathroom sex’ anymore?”

“O-ho-ho-hooo noooo… please stop.” Kim moaned.

“What, stop saying ‘hot bathroom sex’?”

“Yes please.”

“But I think I’d like ‘hot bathroom sex’ Kimmie. I mean, you did, didn’t you?”

“Ok, that’s it,” Kim growled as they arrived at the coat check. “You wanna play it that way fine. Tonight’s the night!”

Shego’s eyes widened in abject horror as her most primal instincts kicked in and screamed to her exactly what Kim meant, as if she could read the feisty redhead’s mind perfectly.

“Wait a minute; there’s no need for that! I’ll stop! I’ll stop!” Shego pleaded as she held up her palms in a desperate, placating gesture.

“Nope, too late Shego; you crossed the line!” Kim said with a serious stare.

“Please Kimmie! It wasn’t that bad! Have a heart; you can’t do this to me!”

“Sorry Shego, my mind’s made up!” Kim resolutely responded as she got their coats from the girl at the desk.

“Oh god no…” Shego groaned as she took her coat from Kim while slowly dragging her left hand down her face in mournful despair.

“Oh god yes; Karaoke night, here we come!” Kim cheered.

Shego gave a long, whining little cry in the back of her throat, her exotic features twisting with torment in the face of Kim’s gleeful, merciless declaration. Sometimes her big fat mouth got her into far more trouble than it was worth. Heading out into the warm Parisian night alongside Kim, the girl’s arm wrapped firmly around her waist, Shego contemplated not for the first time—though certainly the most seriously—taking a vow of silence for the rest of her life.

Finally, she sighed and muttered; “If you can’t do the time, don’t do the crime…”

“What was that?” Kim asked.

“Nothing, nothing… let’s just get this over with…” Shego replied as they reached the motorcycles they’d rented, now resolved to stoically meet her oncoming doom with as much dignity as she could muster.

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Somehow, despite receiving absolutely no help from Shego, Kim managed to find an English Karaoke club in the middle of Paris in under an hour, and it was only a short while later that the older woman found herself being dragged up on stage in a feat of “I can do anything” that Drakken hadn’t been able to achieve in over a year of weekly wheedling, whining, pleading, and outright ordering. Of course, Drakken was also working under the handicap of being (justifiably) afraid of imminent, flaming green violence if he pushed Shego too far, but the feat was still fairly noteworthy even with Kim’s advantage in that regard.

Not particularly wanting to deal with a grumpy, recalcitrant Shego all night long, Kim selected her first song with every ounce of sly cunning she could muster, taking a risky gamble in the hopes it would pay off the way she thought it would instead of blowing up in her face, as she knew it certainly could.

Fortunately for Kim, the playful ploy played out just the way she hoped it would, with Shego giving her a clear, but clearly wryly amused, “Oh no you di’n’t…” look as the wailing, driving guitar licks to The Donnas’ “Fall Behind Me” began rhythmically thrumming out of the club’s sound system. With one sable eyebrow arched dryly, Shego was still shaking her head by the time the chorus rolled around, but she had a twisted smirk on her pale blue lips as she grabbed the other microphone and met Kim line for line, her dark green eyes mirroring the teasing challenge flashing in Kim’s as she added her passable singing voice to the mix in near-perfect harmony.

“You’re gonna fall behind me; you’re gonna cry and beg for mercy; ‘cause you’re not ready baby; and you got nothin’ on me! …and you got nothin’ on me.”

The duo maintained that sense of playfully competitive energy all through the short song, and Shego carried it on into her own selection, George Thorogood’s “Bad to the Bone,” which she considered completely predictable, but still too good to pass up given how Kim had started out—and she was right; Kim could barely contain her abashed humor during Shego’s performance, made all the worse by the pale beauty’s overblown swagger and posing during the song, hamming it up with an eminently appropriate smug confidence.

Shaking her head at the end of it all, Kim followed Shego off stage as they abandoned the microphones to the next performer in the queue, heading for the bar to get something to drink while they awaited their next turn—which came much sooner than expected; their performance had scared off all but the bravest—or most oblivious—patrons waiting to sing, so they were back on stage in seemingly no time at all.

This time Kim picked something just for fun, Vitamin C’s “Vacation,” but Shego had apparently become infected by a growing sense of silliness—or trying to get a measure of admittedly good-natured revenge on the teenager, as the case might be—and chose, of all things, RuPaul’s “Supermodel,” which she performed with shamelessly over-the-top mincing, sashaying, and pantomime worthy of the diva drag queen herself.

The flamboyant show had the desired effect, whether Shego sought mischievous vengeance or merely to entertain, all but incapacitating Kim as the teenager struggled to keep from laughing herself silly or splitting her head in half with her broad, uninhibited grin. She managed, though it was touch-and-go all the way through, and as they descended into the now much larger, vigorously applauding crowd around them, it took considerable effort on her part to speak without erupting into giggles, which would have completely destroyed the serious, confrontational air she wished to project.

“So that’s the way you want it, eh?” Kim couldn’t help grinning, but she tried her best to make it a demanding grin.

“Hey, if I’ve gotta be here and I’ve gotta do this, then I’m gonna do it…” Shego shot back, somehow managing the exact same attitude as Kim even though there was laughter in her voice and a lighthearted smile on her lips.

“Of course you realize, this means war…” Kim had to bite her tongue to keep from cracking up over the Looney Toons line, raising one cinnamon eyebrow in the best sternly challenging manner she could manage given her obvious good humor.

“Bring it on Princess, bring it on…” Shego’s smirk was nothing if not supremely confident.

By the time they got back on stage, Kim had figured out a game plan. After seeing what Shego was capable of from the first two songs, Kim doubted she could beat the older woman if she just fought fire with fire. Despite the… whimsical, mood Shego seemed to be in, she was also plainly in “game mode,” and unlikely to concede to anything so straightforward. No, Kim knew she needed to do something… unexpected. Take Shego off guard and she just might be able to get to her.

Of course, the plan Kim had come up with to accomplish that twist required her to do something she’d never really done before, something she was really going to have to push herself to do, but it was just so perfectly likely to catch her pale companion by surprise and hit her hard that Kim couldn’t resist, no matter how difficult it was going to be to force herself to do it.

Kim took a deep breath to steady herself as she programmed her selection into the Karaoke machine, then looked up at the crowd before turning to Shego, a knowing, wicked smile on her face as she hit the button to play her song. A moment later, the laidback intro to “I Want it My Way” by the Oh Boyz began sliding out of the speakers, and Kim licked her lips once before gathering all her willpower and throwing herself into the song completely, taking the egotistical lyrics and singing them with an unbelievable air of smug jackassery; arrogant, conceited confidence rolling off her in waves as she strutted and posed and turned the song into a satirical, self-directed character-assassination for anyone who knew anything about her—and even more so for Shego, given their… working, relationship.

Shego’s eyes widened in surprise as Kim’s overblown performance began, and she fought, snorting, grinning, and chucking, all the way up until Kim sang; “If that makes me selfish as you have accused, let me just say this: I don’t like to lose!” before losing it completely, all but doubling over with laughter and almost, but not quite, reduced to tears by the time the song finally drew to a close.

“Oh god… I did not… not expect that…” Shego panted loudly, so she could be heard over the applause.

“So, ready to give up?” Kim bellowed back.

“Oh no…” Shego shook her head vigorously, quickly recovering her composure. “You might have me on the ropes, but I’m not down for the count yet!”

“Ok…” Kim left the simple acknowledgement hanging in the air as she handed the microphone to Shego and moved aside for her.

After staring at the feisty redhead for a long moment, the hint of a wry smile on her lips, Shego turned to the Karaoke machine’s interface and began scrolling through song lists with focused intent, until, about two minutes later, she settled on something that gave her a malevolently wicked smirk.

Heh heh heh… two can play at this game Kimmie… the sly thought slid through Shego’s mind as, unable to resist, she glanced over to Kim and mouthed the words; “Gotcha Princess.” before turning back to the interface and quickly punching in her selection, grinning like the cat that ate the canary all the while.

When the opening to Aqua’s “Barbie Girl” started blaring out of the speakers, Kim’s eyes widened at least as much as Shego’s had over Kim’s selection, if not more—it may have been an older song, but between cheerleading meets and being a teenage girl, Kim had heard it so many times she knew exactly what it was, and she couldn’t believe Shego had chosen it.

As she watched the performance unfold, that sense of disbelief only grew, along with an equally prevailing mirth—admittedly abashed, groaning, face-palming, incredulous mirth, but no less powerful for all that. The vapid smile; the vacant eyes; the cheerfully mindless expression; the stiff, doll-like movements; they were all just so contrary to Shego’s usual image and demeanor that Kim couldn’t help being overwhelmed by the absurdity of it all, especially when taken in conjunction with the lyrics. By the time Shego finished singing and put down her microphone, Kim was shaking her head in rueful resignation.

“Ok, I give up; you win. There’s no way I can top that.”

Shego grinned, nodding her head at the concession. “That’s the problem with fighting villains Kimmie; whatever it takes to win, and we don’t fight fair.”

“Yeah I’ll say!” Kim smirked wryly, shaking her head again.

With Kim’s surrender, Shego proved gracious in victory, suggesting a conciliatory duet of “Free Your Mind” by In Vogue at their next turn on stage, which gave Kim a momentary pang of regret that Monique wasn’t there with them, as it was one of her friend’s favorite songs. After that, they went solo again with Kim doing “Come Clean” by Hilary Duff and Shego dialing back her extravagance just a little with a slightly more reserved, but still fairly flamboyant—and sexy—performance of “Lady Marmalade.”

By that time, no one else was willing to go up on stage after the pair, and the crowd was howling for more, so, inspired by Shego, Kim took another turn with Avril Lavigne’s “Sk8ter Boi,” only she playfully changed all the references in the song from male to female, which only served to confirm the crowd’s suspicions about the pair after Shego’s previous song, and had them cheering and clapping all the more for it.

When Shego’s turn came around again, she discovered something in the song lists that she hadn’t expected to see, and, unable to resist, both for reasons she couldn’t explain and because she really liked the song, she surprised both Kim and herself by changing up gears to something markedly different from her earlier selections; a soft, soulful rendition of Annie Lennox’s “Love Song for a Vampire.”

At first, the crowd was thrown by the change of pace, but then, perhaps because of it, reacted with strong favor—though it was respectfully subdued until the dark-haired beauty finished her enthralling rendition, bursting into vigorous applause only after the very last note had faded to silence. Off to the side, Kim had to clear her throat a few times and quickly blink misty eyes back into focus as Shego took an uncharacteristically bashful bow. Once again the older woman had managed to catch her off-guard, however unintentionally, and the raw, emotional power of Shego’s performance had touched her all the more so for it.

As soon as she recovered, Kim headed up on stage again. As she approached, Shego made a show of rolling her eyes and shaking her head dryly, a faint blush on her cheeks as, over the crowd’s appreciation, she loudly grumbled; “So are we done here yet or what?”

Kim had to bite her tongue to keep from giggling and shaking her head at the façade, but lost the war over the smirk on her lips as she answered energetically; “How ‘bout we give them one more for the road first?”

Shego’s resigned sigh was lost in the ebbing applause. “All right, fine. Let’s get this over with…”

Kim kept grinning as she and Shego went through the song lists together, trying to find something suitable, and even Shego couldn’t resist smiling as they settled on “All the Things She Said” by t.A.T.u. The crowd ate it up, cheering and whooping all through the performance, and gave the duo a long, loud ovation at the end of the song, which quickly turned to equally vigorous protests as they realized the two women intended that to be their final performance for the night. Kim and Shego didn’t have to quite fight their way free of the stage, but there was opposition enough that Shego was muttering threats of lime-green mayhem near the end of it—threats that weren’t entirely facetious either, despite the hint of a smirk on her lips as she grumbled them. Even so, the pair managed to extricate themselves from their newfound fans long before it came to that…

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Kim smiled as she and Shego walked down the street, their arms wrapped around each other’s backs and holding each other’s waists. Despite Shego’s sporadic griping and grumbling, Kim could tell that under it all she’d really had a good time tonight, and the teenager was happy she hadn’t really put Shego through the hell the older woman claimed it to be.

After casually threading their way through a maze of narrow, winding, old-world Parisian back streets, the pair came out onto the comparatively wider main thoroughfare the parking garage they’d left their rented motorcycles in was on. About a minute later they were coming around a bend, with the parking structure just up the way from them now, when Kim felt Shego tense up slightly beside her.

“Something wrong?” Kim asked, looking up at her companion’s pale face in the dim lighting.

“Ahhh… yeah, you could say that Kimmie.” Shego responded guardedly, her eyes shifting back and forth intently while she turned her head just a bit so she could see more of the street.

“What is it?” Kim asked, looking around and seeing nothing more than a few people on the street with them and some parked cars.

“Five miles of bad road…” Shego muttered, stopping by a small shop with a deeply recessed doorway and quickly guiding the redhead into the alcove. Taking Kim by the shoulders, the pale woman enigmatically insisted; “Listen, I want you to stay out of this Princess, do you understand me? Don’t get involved, because it won’t end well if you do, ok? It’s my problem and part of the life I lead; just let whatever happens happen.”

“What’s going on? What are you talking about Shego?”

“Please, just trust me Kimmie. Stay here and don’t get involved.” Without another word, Shego let go of Kim and headed up the street, quickly vanishing from sight.

Kim hesitated for just a moment, astonished by the undertone of desperation and pleading she was all but sure she’d heard in Shego’s voice, then gave her head a quick little shake to snap out of it, stepping out of the alcove immediately afterward. She turned just in time to see two men in long overcoats crossing the street, their attention fixed firmly on Shego and heading straight for her with aggressive postures and a rushed pace just shy of a run.

Kim frowned, her brow furrowing as she took several quick steps up the street, heading after Shego. Before she closed even half the distance, the man on the left reached the sidewalk in front of Shego and spoke to her in a loud, demanding tone.

“[French: Stop Mademoiselle! You are the wanted super-criminal Shego, are you not? By article fifty-seven of the international accord of Global Justice, I exert my authority to exercise your arrest for crimes too numerous to list. You will surrender yourself to us at once!]”

Kim stopped in her tracks as if pole-axed. She had trouble following the man’s rapid-fire French—both from how fast he was speaking and the fact that it wasn’t the “technically proper” French she’d learned in school last year—but she caught the gist of what he said, along with the reference to Global Justice, and suddenly the situation was something she had absolutely no idea how to deal with.

While Kim stood stunned by welling confusion and indecision, Shego responded to the Global Justice agent; “[French: Cha’, right! I’m not going down without a fight pal, so bring it on!]”

With that Shego crouched and broadened her stance while igniting her power, summoning the dull hum of a medium kinetic enhancer around her hands.

The agent didn’t bother responding, but rather pulled out a bulky looking cylinder with a handle and snapped his arm down, extending a foot-and-a-half long telescoping silver rod with a rounded tip from the device. A moment later the mechanism emitted a rising, high-pitched whine and the agent sprang forward, sweeping the weapon up at Shego in a broad arc while tiny lances of dark blue energy danced up and down its shaft.

Shego swayed back from the strike with contemptuous ease, letting it pass mere inches from her, then bent back in and caught the agent’s arm just above the elbow as he tried a backhand strike with the weapon. As soon as she had control of his arm, Shego slammed three quick left jabs up into the agent’s side, hammering his exposed ribs and impacting the body armor she’d known was there by the way he’d moved and how his clothes hung on him.

Despite the armor, Shego’s empowered fist drove the air out of the agent’s lungs with ease, stunning him with the force of the blows. Taking advantage of his staggered state, Shego gripped his arm tighter and slapped her other hand down on his shoulder before spinning around in a tight circle, dragging him along for the ride in a stumble that ended with her sending him flailing face first towards the brick wall off to the side them, where he smashed into it painfully before sliding down and to the side, flopping onto the sidewalk in a crumpled, insensate heap.

Behind Shego, things were happening much too fast for Kim. She desperately tried to think, to puzzle out a solution to the situation she found herself in, but all her instincts and emotions kept seesawing back and forth from one course of action to the exact opposite. The part of her that was coming to care for Shego so much more deeply than she would have ever imagined screamed at her to help the woman, while her older, more deeply ingrained urge to do what she considered right demanded she help the Global Justice agents capture her. It was made all the worse by both her powerful sense of loyalty and guilt yo-yoing from one option to the other as well, tearing at her with an almost physically painful strength. The violent conflict within Kim paralyzed her with indecision, so that all she could do was watch helplessly as things kept unfolding in front of her.

As Kim looked on, the second agent was already moving to attack Shego before she even finished dealing with his companion. He closed with her in a quick but controlled rush, striking out using a right palm strike that seemed to have remarkably little force behind it. Shego had just started to block when her eyes widened and she gasped, noticing at the last possible moment the heavy gloves the agent wore, shot through with a pattern of metallic strands and small nodules and giving off a faint blue-white glow.

Yanking her arm back clumsily and wrenching herself to the side, Shego barely managed to stagger out of the way of the attack. Even as she reeled back the agent pursued her relentlessly, lashing out cat-quick with his gloved hands, simply trying to make contact with some part of her while his darting strikes kept her off balance.

Shego jerked and stumbled back and side to side repeatedly, just barely keeping one step ahead of the agent before finally recovering enough of her balance and stance to start dodging with something approaching more of her usual grace, even hazarding a risky slapping deflection block to her attacker’s forearms from time to time.

“God damnit! Since when did they start issuing SHOC gloves to you Global Jackoffs as standard equipment?” Shego growled as she kept up her defensive retreat, circling the Global Justice agent so she wouldn’t be forced out into the street or backed up against the wall or a parked car.

“Since we started dealing with so many freaks like you!” the sneering agent responded unexpectedly, his heavily accented voice tight with disgust.

Shego’s eyes narrowed to slits and she growled her outrage while pushing her power up to a heavy kinetic enhancer, aggressively lashing out at the agent every chance she got now instead of just evading, turning the fight into a full-on deadly dance where the first one to make a mistake would be the loser.

Because Shego’s attention was entirely fixed on the agent she was dueling with, only Kim noticed a third man running down the street from the direction they had come from, obviously another Global Justice agent who’d been on point rushing back to help his companions. Kim opened her mouth to shout a warning to Shego, but before she could, the storm of conflicted emotions and drives within her rose up and choked off the cry, so it died stillborn on her lips.

Still unaware of the approaching threat, Shego snarled as the agent she was fighting finally slipped up. Taking full advantage of his off balance stance, she swept the back of her energy-enshrouded hand up into his forearm, her kinetic enhancer shattering bones and blasting his arm out to the side despite the weak strength of the strike.

Screaming, the agent looked down as Shego stepped into the opening and crouched low in front of him, raising her widespread hands and holding them a short distance from his midsection. To his credit, despite the pain and impending doom, the agent frantically tried to slap his out-thrown right hand down on Shego’s head instead of freezing up, but his attempt came far too late as the pale villain smiled up at him in cruel victory, lime-green energy welling out of her hands as she did.

Behind Shego, the third agent skidded to a halt a few yards away from Kim, ignoring her completely as he helplessly watched the inevitable play out in front of him. Shego’s power cascaded up from her hands and slammed into his stricken companion’s torso, blasting the agent off his feet completely and sending him flying up into the air in a high arc, long streamers of dissipating lime-green energy trailing from his body as he sailed through space. Shego straightened from her crouch while tracking the agent’s flight, oblivious to the man behind her as he reached into his overcoat and pulled out a bulky, ugly looking automatic.

Kim’s eyes widened as the agent trained his gun on the center of Shego’s back, the green-hued woman still distracted as she watched her victim plummet back to earth and slam into a parked car off in the distance, his limp form smashing in the windshield and front roof before sprawling unconscious in the indentation, as if he were relaxing in an improvised recliner. Air streamed into Kim’s lungs in a deep gasp and her stomach knotted with dread as she saw the agent’s hand tighten, realizing he was going to shoot Shego with no warning.

“Shego!” Kim screamed at the top of her lungs, hurling herself across the intervening space between her and the agent. The loud cry startled the man, but failed to divert him from firing, the thunderous sound deafening to Kim as she plowed her shoulder into his flank in the exact same instant he pulled the trigger, sending him stumbling off to the side while his gun spat fire into the night.

In the distance, Shego took a staggered step forward as she felt something tug at her left side forcefully, a spray of something or other pulling her shirt and jacket away from her in a yanking snap. Puzzled, she looked down, only to see that there was a huge hole torn in the side of her shirt, with the tattered edges covered in wet crimson. Her brow furrowing in confusion, Shego turned slightly so she could see the hole more easily in the dim lighting, but it wasn’t until a wave of cold swept through her that she finally figured out what the fist-sized mass of bloody, perforated flesh under her shirt was.

“Oh, shit.” The flat statement fell from Shego’s lips as she brought her left hand up and covered the deep crater in her side, gripping her flesh tightly in an effort to stop the gouts of blood that were welling up through the shredded tissue. A moment later the pain finally got through the shock and Shego almost lost control of her power, but she clung to it stubbornly even as she forced herself to keep turning, lifting her gaze once more and searching for the threat behind her.

Meanwhile, Kim had forgotten the agent as she stood staring in shocked horror, her attention fixed on the small hole in Shego’s side and the huge spray of blood and gore that had erupted out of her front. The agent hadn’t forgotten her however, and even as Shego figured out what was going on and turned, he lashed out with his gun in a backhand blow that caught Kim along the left side of her face with the barrel, sending her sprawling to the sidewalk, stunned from the impact.

Shego blinked as she saw Kim go down, and the light seemed to dim a little as she started raising her right hand towards the agent. Her eyesight blurred slightly and she felt surreally lightheaded, darkness gathering at the edges of her vision while she watched Kim push herself up from the sidewalk and turn a dazed expression on the man standing next to her. As Shego’s arm finally came up in line with the agent, time seemed to slow for her, the moments stretching out into eternity as everything happened at once.

While she curled her fingers and felt her power swell, building up in preparation for release, she saw the agent bringing his gun up, aiming it not at her, but rather angled down at the still vulnerable form of Kim! Her eyes widened as the grim-faced agent’s arm slowly rose, racing against the lime-green energy just now starting to lance out from her hand.

Shego’s lungs pulled in air far too slowly for her to give true voice to the scream of denial howling through her head, and her rage and desperation poured out into her power, twisting it to its fullest intensity as a secondary pulse swelled out of her hand and raced up the length of the initial bolt, its searing power slashing through the intervening space with a dull roar that carried the promise of savage destruction.

In front of Shego, Kim’s eyes widened in fear as she saw the agent looming over her with his gun pointed at her head, the image so razor sharp and crystal clear to her that she could see the individual tendons tensing in his hand as his finger started curling against the trigger. The gun’s barrel seemed to swell, growing larger and larger until it filled her vision completely, the cold black abyss of that inky cyclopean eye promising to be the last thing she ever saw on the face of the earth…
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