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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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   For the briefest of instants, as Kim stood floating on the twilight threshold between her utter shock and regaining her thoughts, she… relaxed, ever so slightly into Corscan’s soft warmth, and a small, almost nonexistent groan of pleasure died newly born in the back of her throat as her mind finally caught up to what was happening to her and a cacophony of voices rose up in her head.

   I can’t believe Ron was right, one voice idly commented while another panicked; Oh my god oh my god oh my god; she’s kissing me! Wha’doIdo? Wha’doIdo? Wha’doIdo? Further back, a strangely serene corner of Kim’s mind noted; Wow, this is a really great kiss, while another freaked out in a non-specific manner; Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! But above it all, the loudest voice shouted out; What, in the hell, does she think she’s doing?

   Finally thought sparked action and Kim started to push Corscan away from her in objection, but as she shoved Corscan back—or more precisely, shoved herself away from Corscan, since the big woman didn’t move an inch—the kiss melted away like a warm summer mist as Corscan ended it, and Kim slipped from her arms effortlessly to end up several feet away.

   “Wha— what are you… you don’t mean… you can’t mean!” Kim stammered, still semi-incoherent from the shock.

   “Can an’ do darlin’,” Corscan smiled, “can an’ do. After all, I did say your ass was mine if you lost. Not my fault you didn’t take me at my word.”

   Despite everything she had done over the last few years, putting her life in danger time after time going up against Drakken’s callous disregard for lives, Monkey Fist’s mad obsession and his predisposition to try and hurt her best friend over her, Duff Killigan’s psychotic brutality, and Shego’s infuriating attitude, Kim Possible had never once actually seen red before, but as she stood in front of Corscan sputtering and stuttering word-like sounds in a remarkable impression of Drakken as her mental circuit breakers blew one-by-one in succession, a faint crimson haze descended across Kim’s vision like a mist, and moments later she launched herself at Corscan with a shrieking, primal roar of outrage.

   Unfortunately for Kim, blind, unthinking fury tended to make one… well, blind and unthinking. In this case, it was reflected in the fact that attacking a woman who not more than twenty minutes ago had gotten you to admit you didn’t stand a chance against her physically was rather an exercise in futility. Despite her rage-triggered adrenalin boost, Kim quickly found herself bent over with one arm twisted high behind her back and the other held out to the side while Corscan crouched over her, forcing the side of her face into the mat beneath her. Kim struggled in vain while screaming and growling incoherently, but her temporary energy boost rapidly deserted her, and a short time later she grew still and silent, her face flushed brightly and chest heaving as she panted heavily.

   “So, you calm now?” Corscan asked.

   “No, calm is most definitely not what I’m feeling now!” Kim growled out.

   “Fair enough. Are you in control then?”

   “Yeeesssss, I’m in control.” Kim hissed back through clenched teeth.

   “All right then.” Corscan said as she let Kim go and helped her up.

   Knocking Corscan’s hands away from her, Kim stepped away and glared at her before nearly shouting; “You can’t seriously think that I’d ever agree to… to that! There’s no way I’d ever do something like that!”

   “Well then you should have thought of that beforehand, because that’s exactly what you did agree to. I asked you if there was anythin’ else you weren’t willin’ to do. Twice.” Corscan stated calmly in the face of Kim’s ire.

   “But I never thought… I mean, how could I have possibly… you can’t expect me to… I won’t do that! I won’t! And you can’t make me!” Kim was so angry—and equally mortified—that she couldn’t even bring herself to say what she was talking about.

   “You’re right, I can’t make you do anythin’ Kim—well, I mean, I suppose we’ve established that I actually could, but fortunately for you I’m not a sociopath. But I most certainly can expect you to honor your word. You made an agreement, an’ I do expect you to keep the promise you made. An’ that promise was that for one day, you would do anythin’ I wanted, so long as it wasn’t illegal, wasn’t sure to get you hurt or killed, an’ didn’t involve hurtin’ anyone that didn’t have it comin’. So while it’s true that I can’t make you do it, your obligation can, an’ it will. If you have any integrity anyway.”

   “But… but…” Kim couldn’t believe that she was having an ethical argument about having sex with someone—some woman—she’d only known for four days—let alone that she somehow seemed to be losing that argument. Desperate, Kim’s mind latched onto one specific thing in Corscan’s statement. “Wait! Ha! That’s it! Illegal; I don’t have to do anything illegal! And I’m only sixteen, so I can’t do this because I’m underage, so there!”

   “Not in this State.” Corscan replied calmly.

   “Wha-hunh?”

   “You really need to read up on your laws Kim. The age of consent’s only sixteen in Georgia. An’ it’s only sixteen where I’ll be taking you this Friday to collect. An’ even if it weren’t, well, fourteen in Canada, fifteen in France, sixteen in most of Australia… I could go on, but you get the point. You want off on a technicality then you’ll have to do a whole lot better than that. An’ just in case you do think of it, I already got myself tested for STDs an’ have medical proof that I’m clean, so you can’t get me for ‘doin’ somethin’ guaranteed to get’cha hurt’ either.” Corscan concluded with an infuriating smile.

   Despite her anger Kim couldn’t help blushing at the implications of Corscan’s conclusion, but still she forged ahead, trying a different tack. “Look Corscan, I guess under different circumstances this might be flattering, but even if I were the kind of girl who would think it was… even if I would do something like that, I’m not… I mean I don’t like… so even if I would, I can’t, y’see?”

   “So we’ve reached the ramblin’ stage, have we?” Corscan replied. “Well Kim, you might make the choice to go back on your word, but that’s what it’ll be; your choice, because contrary to what my numerous detractors would have you believe, I’m not a vicious, sadistic bitch, an’ I would never have gone down this road if I didn’t know you were… open, to the possibilities, at the very least.”

   Kim’s eyes narrowed sharply. “What the hell are you talking about?”

   “I’m a woman of many talents Kim, but most of them, I’ve had to train an’ work at very, very hard in order to develop them as well as I have. But there’s one thing I’ve always been good at, one thing I see as my own unique talent, an’ that’s readin’ people. Even when I was little I could tell things about people just by watchin’ them. As I got older an’ developed that talent through experience an’ trainin’, it just got better an’ better. In another time an’ place, I’d have probably gone to Quantico an’ be working for the FBI as their top profiler now.”

   “What does that have to do with me?”

   “It’s got everythin’ to do with you darlin’, an’ the signs I’ve been readin’ since we first met. The way you reacted to my presence; a slight dilation of your pupils, the way your breathin’ increased an’ your nostrils flared just a hair when you caught my scent, the faint blush reaction you had when I stroked my fingertips down the palm of your hand an’ across your fingers after we shook hands, the way you looked at me an’ away while we talked, the way your body language was while we were together—especially when we were alone—an’ the way it changed when I altered my own to test your reactions,” Corscan paused for a moment before continuing, “an’ the way that, just for a moment, you almost melted into me a few minutes ago before your conscious mind caught up to your reactions. You are definitely open to the possibilities.”

   “You don’t mean… I mean you can’t mean… you think that I’m…” Kim was so flabbergasted that she couldn’t speak. Of all the arrogant, egotistical, stuck-up, conceited… who the hell does she think she is? Kim raged in her head, flushed and almost trembling with anger once more, and very hard pressed to keep in control.

   “You’re crazy lady.” Kim growled out as she stalked over to her backpack and snatched it off the floor roughly. “Absolutely, completely crazy. And there’s no way in hell I’m talking about this any more; I’m going home now, and you can take your ‘insight’ and obligations and shove them, because this is never going to happen in a million years.”

   Corscan watched Kim as she walked toward the exit. “Your choice to break your promise Kim, an’ you’ll have to live with it, but I won’t take no for an answer right now.”

   Kim turned and glared at Corscan. “Is that a threat?” she almost snarled.

   “Nope. I just won’t accept an answer until you’ve had some time to think about this. Even if you hadda jumped into my arms eagerly I’d’a still made you wait. I don’t want you decidin’ this on a spur of the moment emotional reaction, I want you to think about it seriously before you decide what you can an’ can’t live with, one way or the other. So I will be callin’ you Thursday to confirm our… date, for Friday—or not, as you choose.”

   “Well you don’t need to bother, because my answer will damn well be the same damn one I’m giving you now!” Kim shouted before whirling and storming out the door.

   “Talk to you soon Kim.” Corscan said as the door was closing behind Kim.

   Out in the hall, Kim spun around in time to catch a last glimpse of Corscan between the closing doors, calmly watching her go with a soft smile on her lips, before the doors slid shut with a muted hiss. Desperate for some kind of release, Kim threw back her head and screamed her frustration out at the top of her lungs. Lowering her head and turning away from the door, Kim saw the guard she had missed as she was coming out staring at her nonplussed. Given the mood she was in, Kim didn’t react well at all.

   “What are you looking at?” Kim snapped.

   “Ahhh, nothing, nothing at all ma’am. I’m supposed to escort you to the plane when you’re ready to leave.” The guard replied.

   “Well, get on with it then.” Kim growled.

   “Right this way ma’am.” The guard responded, turning and heading up the hallway. A second later Kim followed along behind him.

   A half-hour later Kim was in the air and pacing up and down the aisle of the Excalibur jet, still too worked up to think straight, let alone sit still. She spent nearly the entire rest of the flight pacing and muttering and fuming to herself between short bouts of sitting and trying to calm down before shooting to her feet once more and beginning the process all over again. It was only as the flight was nearing Middleton that her anger had finally burned itself out to the point where she could sit and stew quietly.

   Once on the ground, the drive back to her house was thankfully quiet and uneventful, and Kim had finally relaxed to the point where she was able to remember to thank Raoul for the ride before she headed inside. By then it was nearly ten o’clock at night, and Kim went around the back so that she could come in by the kitchen and scavenge up some leftovers before heading upstairs.

   Coming in the back door, Kim took off her jacket and hung it up before setting her backpack on the kitchen table and heading for the fridge to see what her options were. Bending over, Kim loaded up on fast-food containers, Tupperware, and saran wrapped dishes. Then she lugged the pile over to the counter next to the microwave before turning and getting a tray to take everything up to her room on.

   As Kim was preoccupied with heating her dinner, she failed to notice her mother come into the kitchen still wearing her hospital togs and reading a medical journal, so the first sign of her being there was Ann warmly saying; “Hi Kimmie, looks like it’s a late night for both us girls, eh?”

   “Hunh? Oh, hi mom. Yeah, I guess so.” Kim answered idly, still staring at the microwave as if to urge it on in heating her food.

   “So did you have a nice day at school today?” Ann asked.

   “Humm? Yeah, I guess so. Ron got in trouble again and Mr. Barkin came down hard on him this time. He got a week’s detention and a ton of extra homework for the next two days.”

   “Awww, the poor dear. I think anyway. I assume it was just his usual antics, right Kimmie?”

   “Yep. He tripped in the cafeteria and sent a tray flying into one of the seniors and… well, let’s just say they’ll probably still be scraping mozzarella off the walls at the end of the week.” Kim replied.

   “Well, as long as it wasn’t really his fault I can sympath—” Ann’s voice cut off abruptly before she continued in a sharper, worried tone. “Oh my word! Kimmie, what happened to you?”

   “Hunh?” Kim turned to see her mom staring at her with concern, the medical journal hanging forgotten in her hand. “What do you mean mom?”

   “You’ve got a long contusion on your cheek, and, are those bruises all across your stomach?”

   “Oh, that.” Kim said with chagrin. She had actually been so distracted by what had happened with Corscan that she’d forgotten all about her collection of injuries. “No big mom, just the same ol’ same ol’.”

   “Well ‘same ol’ same ol’ ’ or not I want you to come over here so I can check you for a concussion, since I’m sure you didn’t see anyone for it, now did you?”

    “Mom, I’m fine, really.” Kim groused.

   “Kimmie. Sit.” Ann said firmly.

   Kim sighed and headed over to the chair Ann had pulled out in front of her and sat down. “Fine mom, but I’m telling you I’m ok.”

   “I’ll be the judge of that Kimmie.” Ann replied, pulling out her penlight before continuing; “You know the drill.”

   Ann checked Kim’s pupils, felt around her head for any irregularities and discovered the other knots Kim had collected, along with reminding Kim they were there with pain sharp enough to make her wince with a sharp “Ow! Mom!” and finally she carefully examined Kim’s swollen cheek before taking a more general look at Kim’s heavily bruised stomach, poking and prodding at it in several places and eliciting more complaints from Kim.

   “Well, it looks like there’s nothing wrong with you but some superficial damage Kimmie. Are you sure you haven’t got any sharp or tearing pains in your stomach or difficulty breathing?”

   “No mom. I know what a broken rib feels like, remember?” Kim grumbled.

   “Well when you get a medical degree of your own you can diagnose yourself young lady, but until then I want you to get yourself checked out by a professional when you get hurt like this. You can’t just ignore these things and take risks with your health Kimmie.”

   Kim sighed and said “Sorry mom, I will.” contritely.

   “Now, how did all this happen anyway? Did you get into another fight with Shego, or was it that nasty little monkey man this time?”

   Kim snorted; it was funny how her mom could tell who she’d been fighting by how badly injured she came away from it. Too bad this time she was wrong. After what had happened with Corscan, Kim almost wished she had been fighting Shego or Monkey Fist; at least all they wanted to do to her was kill her.

   “No mom, it wasn’t either of them. Just a little fight; no big.” Kim answered.

   “Well, ok, just so long as you aren’t hurt. Although those bruises are pretty extensive Kimmie; I think you should use the liniment I made you this time.” Ann replied.

   “Awww mom! I hate that stuff! It smells horrible and it’s all greasy and makes a total mess out of my pajamas!” Kim ranted.

   “Now Kimmie, I know you’re a fast healer but if you don’t listen to me you’re going to be stiff and sore all the way into next week, and I don’t want to have to deal with how cranky you’ll be if you are. Now be a good girl and use the liniment, ok?”

   Kim sighed again and grumped; “Ok, fine mom, I’ll use the stinky stuff, but I don’t have to like it.”

   “We all have to do things we don’t like at sometime or other Kimmie.” Ann smiled and kissed Kim on the top of her head. “And it’s really for your own good. Now, I want you to make sure you get enough sleep too; I want you in bed no later than one o’clock, you hear me young lady?”

   Kim was distracted and irritated by the eerie and unsettling relevance the first half of her mom’s statement could be related to what had happened with Corscan earlier this evening, and it took her a moment to figure out her mom was waiting for an answer.

   “Ok mom, I’ll be in bed by one, I promise.”

   “Ok Kimmie, good night. Oh, and I probably won’t see you in the morning because I have an early shift in the ER, so you have a good day at school tomorrow.” Ann replied with a smile.

   “Ok, good night mom.” Kim replied as her mom left the kitchen.

   After her mom left, Kim spent the next ten minutes heating her food and trying to put all thoughts of what had happened between her and Corscan out of her head, and mostly succeeded in the latter goal. After loading her tray up with everything plus a handful of forks and spoons, Kim scooped up her backpack and hung it from her arm before taking the tray and heading up to her room.

   Once Kim set the tray down on her desk she quickly shut the door and pulled her homework out of her backpack, setting it aside before digging deeper and taking her wet mission clothes out to put them in her hamper. Then she unlaced and opened up the shoes before putting them in front of it to dry out. Finally, she peeled off all her school clothes down to her underwear and socks, and slipped on some loose sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt. After all that, she had just returned to her desk and was sitting down to enjoy some food when her Kimmunicator chirped insistently from inside her backpack.

   “Gahh!” Kim protested in frustration before getting up again and digging it out. Stabbing the receive button as she sat down once more, Kim said “Sitch me.” tersely while reaching for a bowl of spaghetti and a fork.

   “Hey KP, what’s up?” Ron said as the Kimmunicator lit up with a view of him in his room, lolling on his chair with an enormous and enormously messy pile of homework on the desk in front of him.

   “Oh, hey Ron.” Kim said as she rested the Kimmunicator against her computer monitor so she could have both hands free to eat. Then she grabbed a roll, ripped it in half, and dug into her spaghetti with a now ravenous hunger. After wolfing down several mouthfuls Kim finally looked up at Ron while grabbing a glass of milk and taking a drink.

   “Woah, KP, what happened to you?”

   Swallowing, Kim grimaced and said; “Got into a fight, remember?”

   “Well yeah, I know that Kim, but I mean the side of your face looks pretty bad there; must hurt like heck. Guess you were right about it being hard if she got a few good shots in on you. So, how are we going to be getting our new transport anyway? Will Wade be handling all the details or are we getting some kind of direct line to someone in the company?”

   Kim grimaced again and said; “We’re not getting anything Ron.”

   “Hunh? You mean she stiffed us? I knew something was up with her the minute Rufus freaked out on her, but this is low! We ought’a see if Wade knows a good lawyer, because you can’t let something like that slide; we had a verbal contract with her! Well, I mean, you had a verbal contract with her, but still; she owes us! Errr, you.” Ron griped enthusiastically while Rufus nodded and chattered “Uh’huh. Uh’huh.” in the background.

   “No, Ron, she didn’t stiff us.” Kim said grimly while shaking her head reluctantly, and then quietly muttered; “She doesn’t owe us anything.”

   “Wha’d’ya mean KP? If you fought her tonight then…” Ron trailed off. “No way. No way! She won?”

   “Yeah Ron, she won.”

   “But… how?” Ron asked in disbelief. “You’re Kim Possible! You’ve taken down Shego and Monkey Fist and Killigan and Drakken and… well, ok, so even I could take down Drakken, but those other guys, they’re hardcore.”

   “She was better than all of them put together Ron, so I lost, ok?” Kim said with irritation.

“But… but… you’re kidding me, right Kim? She wasn’t really that good, was she?”

   “Yes Ron, she really was.”

   “Oh wow. That’s… that’s harsh. Wow… I can’t believe you lost.”

   “Yes Ron, I lost, ok, can we change the subject now?” Kim growled.

   “Oh, yeah, sure KP, no problem.” Ron answered. “So, what’re you doin’ for her?”

   Kim choked on her milk and coughed several times as she misheard Ron’s question as “When are you doing her?” Finally she got control of herself and said “What?” sharply.

   “Doing for her; weren’t you supposed to do something for her if you lost? Like a favor or something? Did she tell you what it was or is she just going to hang on to it ‘til she needs you for something?”

   “Oh…” Kim said. “Well, don’t worry about that Ron. It’s not important.”

   “Oh come on Kim, you can’t just drop a bomb like that on me and then leave me hanging like this. C’mon, tell me; what did she want you to do? Tell me! Tell me! Tell me! Please?”

   For a few seconds Kim actually considered telling Ron what Corscan wanted her to do, but she just couldn’t. Between what it was, what she’d said, and the fact that she’d kissed her it was just too embarrassing and awk-weird. So instead she said; “Look Ron, it wasn’t something I could do, ok? And I really, really don’t want to talk about it, so could you please just leave it alone?”

   “Yeah, sure Kim, no problem.” Ron said once he saw how serious Kim was about the subject. “So, you ready for that history quiz Barkin’s giving us tomorrow?”

   Kim sighed and replied; “I will be. Look Ron, you have no idea how much I’d love to spend a few hours unwinding talking about stuff with you right now, but my mom wants me in bed by one tonight, and I’ve still gotta eat, do all my homework, and put some liniment on, so I really don’t have any time to, sorry.”

   “Ewww, the stinky stuff? You really got beat that bad Kim?” At Kim’s look Ron rapidly added; “Never mind; forget I said anything. Ok, I guess I’ll let you go then Kim. You get to bed early like your mom wants ok? She’s one smart lady that Mrs. Dr. P.; gotta listen to her.”

   “Yeah Ron, she is.” Kim said with a smile. “And you get to bed at a decent hour too; Barkin won’t like it if you fall asleep in class tomorrow, and you’re in enough trouble with him as it is, ok?”

   “Ok Kim, see you at school tomorrow.”

   “Ok Ron, goodnight.”

   “ ‘Night.”

   After Ron ended the call, Kim went back to eating. Once she filled up it was almost eleven o’clock, and Kim set the rest of her food aside to snack on while she got down to doing her homework and studying for the history quiz tomorrow. By the time she finished that, she had also finished the rest of her food. Looking up at the clock, Kim saw that it was nearly quarter after twelve, and she was surprised that she was actually starting to get a little tired.

   “Guess mom was right.” Kim sighed.

   Getting up, Kim collected her dishes, quietly took them downstairs, and set them in the sink to soak. Then she went to her bathroom and hunted down the liniment bottle where she had stuck it deep in the back of the cabinet under the sink. Before leaving, Kim looked at the tub longingly; she wanted to take a nice hot bath, but she knew that she’d fall asleep if she did—and that it was pointless anyway, since she’d have to wash again for sure after using the liniment. Sighing, Kim grabbed a towel and returned to her room instead.

   Once she was in her room, Kim tossed the towel on the chair and shut her door again, but didn’t bother locking it. She hadn’t seen hide nor hair of the tweebs since she’d gotten home, and they usually weren’t too active after eleven or so on a Monday night either, so Kim was fairly sure that there was no chance they were up late making trouble, and both her mom and dad were in bed, so there was no reason to lock the door.

   After setting the liniment bottle on her desk, Kim took off all her clothes, dumped them in the hamper and then laid an older pair of pajamas out on the bed before picking up the liniment bottle again and shaking it for a ridiculously long time. Sighing again, Kim realized what she was doing and finally bit the bullet. Uncapping the bottle, Kim poured a liberal puddle of slightly thick, greenish liquid into her left hand and then set the bottle aside. With a sharp intake of breath Kim slapped the slimy mess on her upper stomach and began to rub it across and into her skin while her eyes started watering over the reek the liniment gave off.

   It took Kim nearly ten minutes to cover all her injured areas in a liberal coating of the disgusting substance, and by the time she was done a pale greenish film shot through with tiny lighter flecks glistened over nearly all her body except her hands, feet, and head. Her hands were practically the color of Shego’s with the accumulated buildup of greasy substance on them, and it took Kim another few minutes to scrape them clean with the towel. Then she carefully put her pajamas on, went back to her bathroom to dump the towel and put the liniment bottle back, and then thoroughly washed her hands.

   Returning to her room, Kim got into bed with a groan both over the sharp stink she was now giving off and from pain. Once more her mom had been right; she was finally starting to stiffen up from her injuries. Propping herself up with a few pillows, Kim checked the volume on her alarm clock MP3 player before turning it on, setting the play timer for forty-five minutes, and making sure the alarm was set. Leaning back, Kim thought about trying to read for a while, but decided that she was too tired and distracted by her aches and the stink to bother.

   As Kim lay there, she started to get pleasantly numb and warm from the liniment coating her body, and she snuggled down into her bed with a happy sigh, followed by a big yawn. Tomorrow would be a new day and she could forget all about crazy women kissing her and wanting to have sex with her.

   Oh god no. Kim thought to herself as she realized what she had just done. And she was right, once the thought slipped out it was like a cork popping off a champagne bottle; all the thoughts and images of what had happened with Corscan earlier tonight came frothing up and overflowing into her mind.

   Yet again Kim started hopelessly trying to figure out ways she could have dealt with Corscan’s fighting style while at the same time random thoughts about the other things Corscan had said and done wandered through her head. Fortunately for Kim, she really was exhausted from her injuries and exertion earlier in the night, so it was only about a half-hour until she drifted off into a deep sleep, despite her endless circling thoughts.
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