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Around The Campfire

Author: The Humbug

Disclaimer: “Kim Possible” and all characters within © The Walt Disney Company and its related entities. Kim Possible created by Mark McCorkle & Bob Schooley. All rights reserved. No profit is being collected from the fiction contained within. The rest you can blame on me.
Rating: PG-13 for combat violence and intimations of a physical relationship and intimate contact between consenting adult females. This should also cover a little harsh language now and then, and the taking of the Lord’s name in vain just once. If this will offend you, please read something else and then seek some professional help. No Pixie Scouts were harmed in the writing of this story.
Summary: This is a Kim/Shego pairing fan fiction and is set in my ‘Who’s Writing This Crap?’ storyline. Kasy Ann and Sheki Go Possible are the creations of NoDrogs. This tale is dedicated to Starvinglunatic who suggested the idea.

Around The Campfire - Two

“I told you to be careful of trip hazards.” The look of righteous satisfaction on Kim’s face was as palpable as the disgust was on Shego’s. The former villain’s face was flushed purple with embarrassment and her ankle was swollen and red.

“It was a root!”

“You should have been watching where you were…”

“It attacked me! And it was huge!”

“Whatever.”

Kim’s tone was as cool as the damp towel she wrapped around Shego’s foot and her touch was gentle… but that didn’t stop Shego from wincing. The girls sat back and worked on getting dinner ready and were not the least bit concerned; they were confident that their Momma’s preternatural healing ability ensured no real damage. Kim straightened and dried her damp hands against the black fabric of her Pixie Scout uniform skirt and then she removed her sash festooned with badges, medals and ribbons.

“I’m going to change out of these wet clothes and into a dry martini.”

“Droll, Pumpkin. Very droll.”

“You, sit! Stay!”

Kim jabbed a finger at the ground. She smirked at the growl that this elicited and sauntered off into the adult’s tent; she and Shego would sleep there while the twins shared their own tent with the supplies. Shego stuck out her tongue even though she knew full well that Kim wouldn’t see it… on principle, you understand… and crossed her arms in the hope that her anger would alleviate the throbbing pain in her foot.

“Momma?”

And her anger immediately vanished… totally, completely, as if it had never been.

“Sheki-weki-bo-beki! Love of my life, song of my heart!” A long arm swung outward, grabbing for the youngster. The girl grinned but jumped clear lest she be grabbed and pulled into a bear hug and be trapped for maybe an hour or more.

“Momma, stop that!” She giggled.

“You will succumb to the dark side, young lady. I have seen it!” Shego winked at her daughter. “What can I do for you, sugarplum?”

“Um… we can fix that, if you want.”

“Fix what, baby?”

“That.” A pudgy hand lifted and the girl pointed at her mother’s foot.

“My foot?” The older woman rotated her heel and a dull pain shot up her leg. “Ow… honey, that’s sweet of you to offer, but it’s not broken and it’ll be all better in a few minutes.”

“Oh.” Sheki scuffed her foot and started to turn away. Shego narrowed her eyes.

“… but I suppose it would heal even FASTER if some experienced Pixie Scout were to tend to it.”

“Yay!”

“No fair!” Kasy looked over from were she was sorting through the packs. “I wanna help!”

“Great… you two argue and I writhe here in excruciating pain.” The former villain let her head drop back and her tongue lolled out.

The girls took this as a sign to get cracking and they ran off in different directions. Shego relaxed, her foot feeling better by the minute as her metahuman system healed the minor damage to her ligament and tendons. She listened to her daughters as they ran around the campsite on whatever errand they felt was necessary in their task, and the call of birds up in the trees, and the babbling of the river behind her. She wasn’t used to such methods of enforced relaxation but she suspected that she could get used to this… not that she would ever admit that to her Princess!

The return of her progeny cut short Shego’s introspection. Her injured leg was raised…none too carefully, but she didn’t let her discomfort show… and she felt something rough and hard being pressed against the flesh. More amused than curious, she did not bother to look down.

“Tell me the truth, Doc. Will I ever play the piano again?”

No answer. The girls worked steadily.

“Ghaa! Gangrene!”

“Momma, it was already green.”

“You have a medical degree now? Make with the splint already.”

“We did!”

“Huh?” Shego finally lifted her head and looked down the length of her body. Sticks had been bundled around her leg from the knee to her heel; it kept her leg straight at the ankle and lengths of torn cloth immobilized the joint and held the whole contraption together.

“That’s it?”

“Uh-huh!”

“Where’d you get the cloth?”

“A hanky!”

“And the sticks from…” She pointed randomly into the nearby scrub. The twins grinned from ear to ear and nodded.

“Where’d you learn first aid like this?”

“Mommy.”

“Did she teach you other stuff?”

“Yes, ma’am. Last week we learned how to make a turkey net.”

“A… what?”

“A turkey net. You stop bleeding with it.”

“You wrap it real tight!”

The light bulb suddenly glowed over Shego’s head.

“A tourniquet?”

“Uh-huh, and make a stretcher out of branches and clothes and make a sling and give someone the highlick…”

“I think you mean the Heimlich, baby.” She cocked an eyebrow. “Ok, so what do you do if someone gets bitten by a snake?”

“Oh! I know, I know! First you…”

“… get them to lie down and keep real still, and…”

“… then you make little X’s over the pu… puc… PUNC-ture marks…”

“… with a razor blade and then you suck out the poison!”

“Very impressive!” Shego nodded appreciatively. “Someone told you all this?

“We got to practice!”

“PRACTICE!”

“You practiced sucking poison from a snakebite?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Who got bitten by a snake?”

“No one.”

“So… who did you practice on?”

“Mommy.”

“You mean that she explained how it’s done?”

“No, we practiced on her.”

Shego looked from one to the other and their expressions were nothing short of complete sincerity. Her daughters had the same earnest expression that her wife often wore and it was starting to make her uncomfortable.

“Ri-ight. Oooh, Kimmie?” Her mate was nowhere in sight. “KIMMIE!”

“What? Huh?” A head of mussy red hair thrust it’s way through the opening of the adult tent. Kim had almost finished changing out of her Pixie Scout Leader uniform when she heard her name being called. She straightened and stepped clear of the tent while pulling her sweatshirt down to the waist of her blue denim cutoffs. Her feet were bare but she carried her socks and sneakers in her hands.

“Whazzup, guys?”

“Pumpkin, the girls are telling me that you showed them how to treat a snakebite.”

“Mmm, yeah.”

“When?”

“A few weeks ago.” Kim set down her footwear. “Why?”

“How did you show them?”

“Well… first, you get the victim to lie down, and then you…”

“No. I mean exactly HOW did you show them?”

“Oh.” Kim shrugged and stepped closer. She planted her left foot on the ground right next to where Shego sat. “There, on my shin, just above the ankle.”

The pale green woman leaned forward and, sure enough, there was a pair of tiny X marks on the otherwise unblemished skin. The wounds were thoroughly healed and were nothing more than pale lines on the pink flesh.

“Do you mean to tell me that you cut yourself with a razor blade and…”

“Of course not!” Kim was startled at the audacity of the question. “Shego, why would I do that?”

“Hey, I’m just asking! It was sure starting to look that way to me!”

“Well, you just put that thought out of your head!” Kim stepped back and tenderly rested one arm across the shoulder of each grinning child. “That would have been cheating! I’ll have you know that they earned their Sylph Badges fair and square!” She toyed with perfectly formed pale green ears while the girls giggled and fidgeted. “They used the razor to cut those marks on their own. First Kasy…”

“Because Sheki’s a-scared of blood!”

“AM NOT!”

“… and then Sheki. Come on ladies, Pixies don’t fight.”

“Yes, Mommy.”

“Sorry, Mommy.”

“… and then they took turns drawing out some blood before binding the wounds.” Kim beamed with pride but her smile faltered when she noticed the look on Shego’s face. The former villain looked a shade or two paler to the young hero, if that were possible.

“Baby? Is something wrong?”

“I… I’m going to take a little napski before dinner.”

“Do you feel ok?” Kim and the girls watched Shego climb unsteadily to her feet and lurched into the adults’ tent with the split still secured around her leg.

“Ooooh, yeah. I feel fine. The world just made a little more sense a few minutes ago.” The tall woman vanished inside, leaving three puzzled Pixies in her wake.

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The evening meal consisted of a large ham steak and instant mashed potatoes. A brace of raw carrot was served for the vegetable and the river water was cold and pure for drinking. Kim divvied up the camping plates and simple cutlery just as Shego made her reappearance.

“Mmmm. Smells great.”

“We aim to please. Sleep well?”

“Dozed.” There was the faintest glow of sunlight beyond the western ridges and the call of insects had increased tenfold. Night had almost fallen and three or four stars were already visible in the sky. “Enough to work up an appetite!”

“For you, that’s not work. It’s a hobby.”

“Ooo, you so funny.” Still, the former villain quickly scanned the available comestibles. “Too bad we didn’t bring any garlic powder.”

“I brought it, Momma.”

“Kasy-wasy-bo-basi! I love you the mostest because you’re my favorite!”

“Do not listen to her,” Kim cajoled Sheki. “Your Momma’s crazy.”

“Kay!”

“She knows better.” Shego ruffled the hair of her pint-sized doppelganger. “Don’t you?”

“So not the drama.”

“Can I do anything?”

“Really?”

“Well… anything that involves mayhem?”

“Hardly.”

“Looking pretty?”

“Uh, no.”

“Anything else?”

“We could use some more water, please and thank you.” Kim cocked her chin at the collapsible plastic jug sitting off to the side. “That is, if your injured leg will take the long trek clear to the river and back.” The water’s edge was barely thirty yards.

“Splint did the trick, Princess. My ankle feels like a million bucks.” The adults knew that Shego’s healing was the answer… but there was no reason to dwell on that. She gave Kim a subtle wink as she shouldered the jug and sauntered off. The proud redhead smiled to herself and watched the twins bump knuckles out of the corner of her eye.

Dinner was eaten while night fell and the sky shone black and some traditional camping songs were sung under the stars. Kim ignored the request for ‘Free Bird’. Flannel jammies were donned and everyone started looking for ways to stretch the evening out a little bit further while fluffy marshmallows slowly crisped over the campfire.

Shego stared into the heart of the flames, incredulous.

“My own daughter made fire.”

“Yes, she did.” Kim beamed with pride and the twins giggled at how funny their Momma was acting. Sheki looked like her cheeks would rupture from grinning. Kasy was happy for her sister, and just as proud, but also a little worried about her turn coming up tomorrow.

“I mean… she made fire!”

“Yep.”

“With crushed leaves and twigs!”

“Yep!”

“Two sticks and a shoelace!”

“It’s called a bow.”

“I thought you were supposed to rub the two sticks together.”

“Yeah, good luck with that.”

The older woman looked to her redheaded child.

“Can you do that?”

“Breakfast tomorrow, Momma. I’ll do it then.” The girl blushed with anticipation and her mother ruffled the already unkempt hair.

“And she’ll kick booty!”

“Why can’t they just use their plasma?” The woman held up her pale green hands in defense before she was accused of being anti-Pixie. “I’m just asking. It’s a fair question.”

Kim pursed her lips thoughtfully.

“The Pixie Scouts have been around for a long, long time and one of their strengths is resourcefulness.” The redhead blew on her current marshmallow to cool it down enough to touch, gingerly plucking it off her stick before adding another. “Since a lot of outdoor activities are involved, making fire for warmth or cooking or even signaling is an essential skill.”

“So you’re saying that this,” Shego had set down her stick and raised both hands, flexing her fingers slightly as they each burst into scintillating fields of bright green fire, “isn’t a resource?”

“For some people.” Kim smirked. “Some weirdo, freaky people, it is. But you have to understand that not every Pixie Scout can emit plasma radiation.”

“That’s funny.” The older woman frowned and mulled this over. “I seem to recall you making fire for me at home many times and you don’t have plasma powers.”

“Mommy made fire?”

“She sure did.”

“Shego…”

“At home?”

“Uh-huh.” The former villain nodded emphatically while Kim started to blush.

“Shego, this is not the time…”

“When did she do that, Momma?”

“Ooooh, it was late. It was after you girls went to bed.”

Shego kept her face straight and Kim bit her lip to prevent a retort. The girls looked at each other and shrugged; their ‘rents often said silly things that made no sense.

They all returned their attention to the doomed marshmallows and it was only when a few yawns were stifled did they realize just how late it was getting… and the truth was that no one wanted the evening to end just yet. Kim stretched contentedly and felt her bones crackle. She didn’t mind getting older because of her family and the love they brought her, even if it did mean that she was drawing ever closer to a day when she would have to quit her adventurous lifestyle. She looked up at the crystal clear night sky and counted stars until she felt at peace with herself and the world.

“Are we ready to call it a night, gals?”

“Can we have a story, please, Mommy?”

“Story, please?”

“I’d like a story, too, Pumpkin.” Shego shrugged at the look she got. “What?”

“I’ll make you three a bargain… I know two stinky munchkins with boogery teeth. If they were to…”

“We don’t stink, Mommy!”

“And we’re not boogery, either!”

“Boogers are gross!”

“Stinky and boogery, Princess? Man, that’s harsh.”

“… if they were to go and brush their teeth while Momma gets my Pixie Log…”

“Kimmie, if we’re talking about logs, remember that Fort Necessity is just over thataway.”

Kim glared and the twins giggled.

“Watch out for that big root.”

“… then I can document the girls work towards their badges before I read the story.” The twins stopped giggling and ran off to get the toothbrushes and toothpaste, leaving Kim and Shego seated by the fire’s warm glow.

“Nuts.” Shego stood and moved towards the adults’ tent. “They didn’t even hang around for my ‘We don’t need no stinking badges’ retort.” She located the Log and handed it to the Pixie Scout Leader; Kim managed to finish recording the various badge certifications for her Scouts before they scurried back to the fireside… and without getting too many marshmallow smudges on the page. Shego settled back into her original spot and was gratified when the girls plopped themselves right down beside her. Kim plucked a single sheet of paper from the log book and scooted closer to the fire to better read the tiny words and long arms enfolded the twins, pulling them in tight against their Momma.

“How about a poem tonight?”

“BOOOO!”

“Hey, this is a good one!” The redhead was almost rocked back on her fanny from the unified protest. Ghost stories were usually on the agenda but the girls tended to have bad dreams after hearing those. “It’s getting late and it’s a short one and it’s kinda spooky…” She let her words trail off, hinting at just how spooky the poem really might be. The three campers seated across from her glanced at each other with varied levels of expectation on their faces before nodding their approval.

Shego gave a grandiose gesture.

“You may proceed, Pumpkin.”

Kim made them wait while the sounds of nature pressed in on them from the darkness of the forest, and the rush of white water at the base of their campsite created a shield of sound that barricaded them from the rest of the world beyond. The petite redhead finally raised her eyes and let the light from the dimming fire illuminate her face from beneath, creating an unearthly glow. She growled at them in a muted cackle that made her three loved ones clutch at each other a little tighter before she began to read her poem; Kimberly Ann Possible had shown a definite knack for vocal mimicry over the years.

“Up the airy mountain… down the rushy glen… we daren't go a-hunting… for fear of little men…”

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“Now I see why you don’t read ghost stories.” Shego massaged the knots from her arms where her daughters had clutched at her in fright. “It hurts too much.”

“They’re usually ok, I just wanted them to get a good nights rest.”

“That’s not gonna happen now!”

“Well,” Kim cringed slightly, her hands up defensively. “Two comic books shouldn’t take all THAT long to read!”

It wasn’t quite as late as the girls stayed awake on average… certainly not as late as their parents were used to staying up… but it had been a long day with a long hike carrying heavy packs along steep terrain, followed by more fresh air than any of the four were used to. Back at home they might have wasted hours more sitting in front of the computer or television but they were over-tired and steadily losing ground from the peace and relative quiet. As close as the tents were, the wind in the trees and the nearby river made enough noise that the structures might as well be fifty feet apart for as little as they could hear each other.

“First of all, my darling, they’re not ‘comic books’.” The taller woman cringed. “They are graphic novels. And second of all, those two will take any excuse to not go to bed.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“I mean, we could initiate regular beatings if it would make you feel better.”

“Maybe.”

The voice sounded a bit hollow to Shego and the former thief paused in her nightly ablutions. She resumed after hardly a moment and they undressed the rest of the way in relative silence. They took off their boots but kept them handy beside the zippered flap just in case there was a late call of nature. The night had been warm enough that the earlier change to sleepwear was a smart one so there wasn’t much undressing to do, really.

So Kim found herself thinking. She was pulled from her reverie by the sound of Shego’s voice.

“Earth to Kimmie.” Shego was hovering near the petite woman’s shoulder so Kim didn’t turn around to reply.

“Mm? Sorry, what?”

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“Am… am I firm enough with the girls?”

“Huh?”

“The girls.”

“Those girls?” Shego raised her arm and pointed in the general direction of the neighboring tent. Kim nodded even though she still wasn’t looking at her mate.

“Yes. Because I worry that I’m too strict sometimes. That I get too bossy during times like now, with the Pixie Scouts, or when we train with them at home, or letting them stay up too late, or…”

“Kim, I wasn’t serious about the comics.”

“Kay.”

“Baby, I was just messing with you.” Shego looked very closely at her. “You’re bugging.” It wasn’t a question but Kim answered it anyway.

“Yeah.”

“Need a minute?”

“Yeah.” The redhead slowly toyed with the laces of her hiking boots while she sat on the padded floor of the domed tent and faced the opaque wall. During the down times, the quiet times, a subtle change came over Kim Possible that only her closest friends and family knew to watch for. She became introspective, and for someone who spent most of her time outrunning her own thoughts, she could get very somber when the inner voices finally caught up with her.

Such moments came and went casually these days and, sure enough, that old empty feeling evaporated as soon as Kim glanced up and saw the two-fingered rabbit ears being added to her silhouette.

“Nice.” She turned around in time to catch Shego hurriedly drop her hand and go back to fiddling with the electric lantern.

“What? I want to be able to see, is all.” The pale green woman had long since changed into her least sexy pair of flannel PJs, the dark green and black pattern depicting her wife’s signature style. The mass of flowing black hair seemed to merge with the shadows and fill the spaces that the lantern’s light did not reach.

“Thanks.”

“For what?”

“You know.” The hero bit her lip and blushed but the larger woman just shook her head in apparently confusion.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, sugar britches… but if we don’t hurry up and get in bed then we’ll be the ones up all night!” Shego frowned and rolled her eyes. Kim’s smile was tired but happy and she turned fully around to make the final preparation for bed. The only task remaining was to unroll their sleeping bags and get comfy. Shego played it cool but was nonetheless gratified to see that it was a very different Kimberly Ann Possible that untied the roll of fabric and shook the layers free. Those moments of introspection made her nervous… but she had learned long ago to stay close but let her angel deal with them on her own.

“Hm!”

Shego looked up at her spouse. The tent wasn’t tall enough for either of them to stand fully upright; she herself was forced to kneel upon entry. Kim, however, was standing up as best she was able with her compact fists planted against slender hips and glaring down at the floor of the tent.

“What?”

“Hm!” Kim growled down at the sleeping back between her bare feet. “I can’t believe I did that!”

“Did what?”

“So stupid! And for a Pixie Scout Leader!”

“Kimmie, what?”

“Oh, Shego… I seem to have forgotten your sleeping bag!”

“Uh-huh.” The long-suffering look of disgust on Shego’s face did not match the warmth building in her chest. “Oh, darn.”

“Wherever will you sleep tonight?” The redhead had a little fun with the sitch and bit her finger while holding the back of her other hand against her brow. She brightened. “Hey! I have an idea,” she snapped her nimble fingers but Shego was already speaking.

“Wait, lemme guess… we could share your sleeping bag.” Her Pumpkin was obviously feeling much better. Now the only question was how much shenanigans were possible with their daughters less than ten feet away.

Anything’s possible for a Possible. The pale green woman wasted no time slipping her long, powerful legs into the quilted cocoon.

“Great idea, Princess!”

“But,” Kim looked thoughtful, “it’ll be so hot.” She spread the collar of her pajamas wide as slender fingers traveled down the hem unhooking one button after another. “I’d better get out of these heavy jammies so that I don’t sweat all over them.”

“Lord, you sound just like some of those stupid fan fictions we found… on… the… Inter…net.” Her mind went blank, overpowered by the sight that met her eyes.

Kim had untied the drawstring of her flannel bottoms at the same moment that she shrugged off the top, letting both fall to the tent floor. Firm shoulders, slender below her fiery red hair were exposed, as were the delicate breasts perched high on the narrow torso. The rosy skin was practically flawless as it shone golden pink by the light of the simple camping lantern and the healthy flesh glistened down the length of flat stomach and down to another dusting of hair, just as fine and just as fiery.

“… thank you God…”

The words might have been spoken aloud. She wasn’t certain. It didn’t matter because standing here before her was Shego’s own personal muse and inspiration, her little Aphrodite, her reason for living and the cause of her redemption. She stopped breathing as those deceptively strong arms lifted and brushed that tight mane of fire back from Kim’s cheeks and neck. This brought the delicate breasts up and out, thrusting them forward as if to further announce their presence. Narrow hips, subtly curved, swiveled while shapely legs folded and the petite woman settled down onto the tent floor beside the occupied sleeping bag.

“I’ll just slip inside here with you… and tuck us in.”

Shego drew a ragged breath and Kim made sure to rub every inch of her body down the length of her mate’s long form before stopping. The smaller woman twisted and lay on her side, reaching around the flannel-draped body of her wife until her tiny hands met at the older woman’s back and pulled them both close. She broke into an enormous grin that didn’t keep her from planting a smooch on black glossed lips.

“Hey.”

“Hey, yourself.” Shego leaned into the embrace appreciatively. “Quite a show.”

“Thank you!” The redhead wriggled and brought a dusky bruised flush to Shego’s face.

“Pu-pu…” The taller, more voluptuous woman glowered and started again. “Pumpkin, I want to thank you for letting me have the girls today. You know,” those black lips brushed across the soft skin of Kim’s chin and neck. “For letting me be their buddy.”

“No big. There should never be a doubt that we share them equally.”

“I had an idea of something that we might do together before we turn in. A mutual distraction, you might say.”

“You don’t say!”

“I do say. Interested?”

“Definitely interested.” Kim’s eyes widened as Shego reached back and felt around in her pack.

“I gotta warn you…we’ve never done this before.”

“Now I’m intrigued!” Kim craned her neck to get a better look at whatever it was that her wife was digging out of her pack; the older woman’s shifted from reserved to mischievous as she rolled back around to face the hero.

She was holding two magazines wrapped in clear protective covers.

“Care to read a graphic novel with me?”

Kim blinked… and then laughed.

“Sure! Whatcha got?”

“We’ve got ‘Awkweird Stories’ and ‘Tales of the Freaky Deaky’.”

“Not your everyday comic books, huh?”

“Nope. Definitely private stock.”

“How about ‘Awkweird Stories’?”

“Excellent choice!” Shego slipped the magazine from its bag and lay back onto the quilted fabric of the sleeping bag. She held her other arm outstretched so that it could be easily wrapped around the smaller, naked form of her wife once the redhead snuggled in close.

“What’s the story about?”

“It’s about an adventurous woman who goes hiking alone in the wilds of Colorado… and then finds and helps a wounded alien whose spaceship crash landed nearby.”

“Is the alien female?”

“Yep.”

“Is she green?”

“Yep.”

“Does the hiker have red hair?”

“Unfortunately not, but we’ll ignore that part.”

“Please and thank you!”

They settled in tighter against each other, both taking turns reading from the dog-eared and cheaply published pulp magazine, with its lurid artwork and gratuitous depictions of human-alien eroticism. Regardless of the quality, they became absorbed in the ill-crafted story with its half-baked presumptions and glaring inconsistencies… and loved every bit of it. They had been reading silently at their own pace for awhile when Shego noticed gentle hands working at the buttons of her pajama top.

“Baby, what are you doing?”

“Alien women don’t wear flannel jammies.”

“Am I to assume that you aren’t interested in the story anymore?”

“I don’t understand your attempts to communicate with me, alien woman, but allow me to express my feelings for you in the universal language of love.”

“Strike that. I can see that you have become far too engrossed in the story.”

“Oh, look, they have boobular chesticles where you come from!”

“You’re incorrigible!”

“…bubububububububub…”

“Ghaa! That tickles!” Shego strugged to keep her voice low as Kim attacked her chest. “You’ll wake the girls!”

“…bubububububububub…”

“I should tell your folks what a little perv you are.”

“What?” Kim lifted her head and her eyes glittered in the light of the electric lantern. “Are you afraid that I might bite you in my sleep?”

“Biting I can handle. The problem is that you like to chew!”

“So not. Now hold still… I can’t get this drawstring… there! Got it!”

Shego deftly collected the magazines and carefully returned them to their protective sheathes and set them aside. She had just enough time to wonder how her darling Princess would manage to get her pajama bottoms off... when they suddenly were. The electric lantern was turned off and they snuggled together with the fabric of the tent doing little to mute the sounds of the land outside. The night had cooled but their flesh was warm and they were more than comfortable in each other’s embrace.

“Kimmie?”

“Mmm?”

“You fart in this sleeping bag and you’re dead.”

To Be Concluded… eventually!

Author’s Notes: The brief excerpt from ‘The Fairies’ by William Allingham was used without permission; the poem is short and cute but it didn’t feel right to include the whole text here.

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Around The Campfire

Author: The Humbug

Disclaimer: “Kim Possible” and all characters within © The Walt Disney Company and its related entities. Kim Possible created by Mark McCorkle & Bob Schooley. All rights reserved. No profit is being collected from the fiction contained within. The rest you can blame on me.
Rating: PG-13 for combat violence and intimations of a physical relationship and intimate contact between consenting adult females. This should also cover a little harsh language now and then, and the taking of the Lord’s name in vain just once. If this will offend you, please read something else and then seek some professional help. No Pixie Scouts were harmed in the writing of this story.
Summary: This is a Kim/Shego pairing fan fiction and is set in my ‘Who’s Writing This Crap?’ storyline. Kasy Ann and Sheki Go Possible are the creations of NoDrogs. This tale is dedicated to Starvinglunatic who suggested the idea.

Around The Campfire - Two

“I told you to be careful of trip hazards.” The look of righteous satisfaction on Kim’s face was as palpable as the disgust was on Shego’s. The former villain’s face was flushed purple with embarrassment and her ankle was swollen and red.

“It was a root!”

“You should have been watching where you were…”

“It attacked me! And it was huge!”

“Whatever.”

Kim’s tone was as cool as the damp towel she wrapped around Shego’s foot and her touch was gentle… but that didn’t stop Shego from wincing. The girls sat back and worked on getting dinner ready and were not the least bit concerned; they were confident that their Momma’s preternatural healing ability ensured no real damage. Kim straightened and dried her damp hands against the black fabric of her Pixie Scout uniform skirt and then she removed her sash festooned with badges, medals and ribbons.

“I’m going to change out of these wet clothes and into a dry martini.”

“Droll, Pumpkin. Very droll.”

“You, sit! Stay!”

Kim jabbed a finger at the ground. She smirked at the growl that this elicited and sauntered off into the adult’s tent; she and Shego would sleep there while the twins shared their own tent with the supplies. Shego stuck out her tongue even though she knew full well that Kim wouldn’t see it… on principle, you understand… and crossed her arms in the hope that her anger would alleviate the throbbing pain in her foot.

“Momma?”

And her anger immediately vanished… totally, completely, as if it had never been.

“Sheki-weki-bo-beki! Love of my life, song of my heart!” A long arm swung outward, grabbing for the youngster. The girl grinned but jumped clear lest she be grabbed and pulled into a bear hug and be trapped for maybe an hour or more.

“Momma, stop that!” She giggled.

“You will succumb to the dark side, young lady. I have seen it!” Shego winked at her daughter. “What can I do for you, sugarplum?”

“Um… we can fix that, if you want.”

“Fix what, baby?”

“That.” A pudgy hand lifted and the girl pointed at her mother’s foot.

“My foot?” The older woman rotated her heel and a dull pain shot up her leg. “Ow… honey, that’s sweet of you to offer, but it’s not broken and it’ll be all better in a few minutes.”

“Oh.” Sheki scuffed her foot and started to turn away. Shego narrowed her eyes.

“… but I suppose it would heal even FASTER if some experienced Pixie Scout were to tend to it.”

“Yay!”

“No fair!” Kasy looked over from were she was sorting through the packs. “I wanna help!”

“Great… you two argue and I writhe here in excruciating pain.” The former villain let her head drop back and her tongue lolled out.

The girls took this as a sign to get cracking and they ran off in different directions. Shego relaxed, her foot feeling better by the minute as her metahuman system healed the minor damage to her ligament and tendons. She listened to her daughters as they ran around the campsite on whatever errand they felt was necessary in their task, and the call of birds up in the trees, and the babbling of the river behind her. She wasn’t used to such methods of enforced relaxation but she suspected that she could get used to this… not that she would ever admit that to her Princess!

The return of her progeny cut short Shego’s introspection. Her injured leg was raised…none too carefully, but she didn’t let her discomfort show… and she felt something rough and hard being pressed against the flesh. More amused than curious, she did not bother to look down.

“Tell me the truth, Doc. Will I ever play the piano again?”

No answer. The girls worked steadily.

“Ghaa! Gangrene!”

“Momma, it was already green.”

“You have a medical degree now? Make with the splint already.”

“We did!”

“Huh?” Shego finally lifted her head and looked down the length of her body. Sticks had been bundled around her leg from the knee to her heel; it kept her leg straight at the ankle and lengths of torn cloth immobilized the joint and held the whole contraption together.

“That’s it?”

“Uh-huh!”

“Where’d you get the cloth?”

“A hanky!”

“And the sticks from…” She pointed randomly into the nearby scrub. The twins grinned from ear to ear and nodded.

“Where’d you learn first aid like this?”

“Mommy.”

“Did she teach you other stuff?”

“Yes, ma’am. Last week we learned how to make a turkey net.”

“A… what?”

“A turkey net. You stop bleeding with it.”

“You wrap it real tight!”

The light bulb suddenly glowed over Shego’s head.

“A tourniquet?”

“Uh-huh, and make a stretcher out of branches and clothes and make a sling and give someone the highlick…”

“I think you mean the Heimlich, baby.” She cocked an eyebrow. “Ok, so what do you do if someone gets bitten by a snake?”

“Oh! I know, I know! First you…”

“… get them to lie down and keep real still, and…”

“… then you make little X’s over the pu… puc… PUNC-ture marks…”

“… with a razor blade and then you suck out the poison!”

“Very impressive!” Shego nodded appreciatively. “Someone told you all this?

“We got to practice!”

“PRACTICE!”

“You practiced sucking poison from a snakebite?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Who got bitten by a snake?”

“No one.”

“So… who did you practice on?”

“Mommy.”

“You mean that she explained how it’s done?”

“No, we practiced on her.”

Shego looked from one to the other and their expressions were nothing short of complete sincerity. Her daughters had the same earnest expression that her wife often wore and it was starting to make her uncomfortable.

“Ri-ight. Oooh, Kimmie?” Her mate was nowhere in sight. “KIMMIE!”

“What? Huh?” A head of mussy red hair thrust it’s way through the opening of the adult tent. Kim had almost finished changing out of her Pixie Scout Leader uniform when she heard her name being called. She straightened and stepped clear of the tent while pulling her sweatshirt down to the waist of her blue denim cutoffs. Her feet were bare but she carried her socks and sneakers in her hands.

“Whazzup, guys?”

“Pumpkin, the girls are telling me that you showed them how to treat a snakebite.”

“Mmm, yeah.”

“When?”

“A few weeks ago.” Kim set down her footwear. “Why?”

“How did you show them?”

“Well… first, you get the victim to lie down, and then you…”

“No. I mean exactly HOW did you show them?”

“Oh.” Kim shrugged and stepped closer. She planted her left foot on the ground right next to where Shego sat. “There, on my shin, just above the ankle.”

The pale green woman leaned forward and, sure enough, there was a pair of tiny X marks on the otherwise unblemished skin. The wounds were thoroughly healed and were nothing more than pale lines on the pink flesh.

“Do you mean to tell me that you cut yourself with a razor blade and…”

“Of course not!” Kim was startled at the audacity of the question. “Shego, why would I do that?”

“Hey, I’m just asking! It was sure starting to look that way to me!”

“Well, you just put that thought out of your head!” Kim stepped back and tenderly rested one arm across the shoulder of each grinning child. “That would have been cheating! I’ll have you know that they earned their Sylph Badges fair and square!” She toyed with perfectly formed pale green ears while the girls giggled and fidgeted. “They used the razor to cut those marks on their own. First Kasy…”

“Because Sheki’s a-scared of blood!”

“AM NOT!”

“… and then Sheki. Come on ladies, Pixies don’t fight.”

“Yes, Mommy.”

“Sorry, Mommy.”

“… and then they took turns drawing out some blood before binding the wounds.” Kim beamed with pride but her smile faltered when she noticed the look on Shego’s face. The former villain looked a shade or two paler to the young hero, if that were possible.

“Baby? Is something wrong?”

“I… I’m going to take a little napski before dinner.”

“Do you feel ok?” Kim and the girls watched Shego climb unsteadily to her feet and lurched into the adults’ tent with the split still secured around her leg.

“Ooooh, yeah. I feel fine. The world just made a little more sense a few minutes ago.” The tall woman vanished inside, leaving three puzzled Pixies in her wake.

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The evening meal consisted of a large ham steak and instant mashed potatoes. A brace of raw carrot was served for the vegetable and the river water was cold and pure for drinking. Kim divvied up the camping plates and simple cutlery just as Shego made her reappearance.

“Mmmm. Smells great.”

“We aim to please. Sleep well?”

“Dozed.” There was the faintest glow of sunlight beyond the western ridges and the call of insects had increased tenfold. Night had almost fallen and three or four stars were already visible in the sky. “Enough to work up an appetite!”

“For you, that’s not work. It’s a hobby.”

“Ooo, you so funny.” Still, the former villain quickly scanned the available comestibles. “Too bad we didn’t bring any garlic powder.”

“I brought it, Momma.”

“Kasy-wasy-bo-basi! I love you the mostest because you’re my favorite!”

“Do not listen to her,” Kim cajoled Sheki. “Your Momma’s crazy.”

“Kay!”

“She knows better.” Shego ruffled the hair of her pint-sized doppelganger. “Don’t you?”

“So not the drama.”

“Can I do anything?”

“Really?”

“Well… anything that involves mayhem?”

“Hardly.”

“Looking pretty?”

“Uh, no.”

“Anything else?”

“We could use some more water, please and thank you.” Kim cocked her chin at the collapsible plastic jug sitting off to the side. “That is, if your injured leg will take the long trek clear to the river and back.” The water’s edge was barely thirty yards.

“Splint did the trick, Princess. My ankle feels like a million bucks.” The adults knew that Shego’s healing was the answer… but there was no reason to dwell on that. She gave Kim a subtle wink as she shouldered the jug and sauntered off. The proud redhead smiled to herself and watched the twins bump knuckles out of the corner of her eye.

Dinner was eaten while night fell and the sky shone black and some traditional camping songs were sung under the stars. Kim ignored the request for ‘Free Bird’. Flannel jammies were donned and everyone started looking for ways to stretch the evening out a little bit further while fluffy marshmallows slowly crisped over the campfire.

Shego stared into the heart of the flames, incredulous.

“My own daughter made fire.”

“Yes, she did.” Kim beamed with pride and the twins giggled at how funny their Momma was acting. Sheki looked like her cheeks would rupture from grinning. Kasy was happy for her sister, and just as proud, but also a little worried about her turn coming up tomorrow.

“I mean… she made fire!”

“Yep.”

“With crushed leaves and twigs!”

“Yep!”

“Two sticks and a shoelace!”

“It’s called a bow.”

“I thought you were supposed to rub the two sticks together.”

“Yeah, good luck with that.”

The older woman looked to her redheaded child.

“Can you do that?”

“Breakfast tomorrow, Momma. I’ll do it then.” The girl blushed with anticipation and her mother ruffled the already unkempt hair.

“And she’ll kick booty!”

“Why can’t they just use their plasma?” The woman held up her pale green hands in defense before she was accused of being anti-Pixie. “I’m just asking. It’s a fair question.”

Kim pursed her lips thoughtfully.

“The Pixie Scouts have been around for a long, long time and one of their strengths is resourcefulness.” The redhead blew on her current marshmallow to cool it down enough to touch, gingerly plucking it off her stick before adding another. “Since a lot of outdoor activities are involved, making fire for warmth or cooking or even signaling is an essential skill.”

“So you’re saying that this,” Shego had set down her stick and raised both hands, flexing her fingers slightly as they each burst into scintillating fields of bright green fire, “isn’t a resource?”

“For some people.” Kim smirked. “Some weirdo, freaky people, it is. But you have to understand that not every Pixie Scout can emit plasma radiation.”

“That’s funny.” The older woman frowned and mulled this over. “I seem to recall you making fire for me at home many times and you don’t have plasma powers.”

“Mommy made fire?”

“She sure did.”

“Shego…”

“At home?”

“Uh-huh.” The former villain nodded emphatically while Kim started to blush.

“Shego, this is not the time…”

“When did she do that, Momma?”

“Ooooh, it was late. It was after you girls went to bed.”

Shego kept her face straight and Kim bit her lip to prevent a retort. The girls looked at each other and shrugged; their ‘rents often said silly things that made no sense.

They all returned their attention to the doomed marshmallows and it was only when a few yawns were stifled did they realize just how late it was getting… and the truth was that no one wanted the evening to end just yet. Kim stretched contentedly and felt her bones crackle. She didn’t mind getting older because of her family and the love they brought her, even if it did mean that she was drawing ever closer to a day when she would have to quit her adventurous lifestyle. She looked up at the crystal clear night sky and counted stars until she felt at peace with herself and the world.

“Are we ready to call it a night, gals?”

“Can we have a story, please, Mommy?”

“Story, please?”

“I’d like a story, too, Pumpkin.” Shego shrugged at the look she got. “What?”

“I’ll make you three a bargain… I know two stinky munchkins with boogery teeth. If they were to…”

“We don’t stink, Mommy!”

“And we’re not boogery, either!”

“Boogers are gross!”

“Stinky and boogery, Princess? Man, that’s harsh.”

“… if they were to go and brush their teeth while Momma gets my Pixie Log…”

“Kimmie, if we’re talking about logs, remember that Fort Necessity is just over thataway.”

Kim glared and the twins giggled.

“Watch out for that big root.”

“… then I can document the girls work towards their badges before I read the story.” The twins stopped giggling and ran off to get the toothbrushes and toothpaste, leaving Kim and Shego seated by the fire’s warm glow.

“Nuts.” Shego stood and moved towards the adults’ tent. “They didn’t even hang around for my ‘We don’t need no stinking badges’ retort.” She located the Log and handed it to the Pixie Scout Leader; Kim managed to finish recording the various badge certifications for her Scouts before they scurried back to the fireside… and without getting too many marshmallow smudges on the page. Shego settled back into her original spot and was gratified when the girls plopped themselves right down beside her. Kim plucked a single sheet of paper from the log book and scooted closer to the fire to better read the tiny words and long arms enfolded the twins, pulling them in tight against their Momma.

“How about a poem tonight?”

“BOOOO!”

“Hey, this is a good one!” The redhead was almost rocked back on her fanny from the unified protest. Ghost stories were usually on the agenda but the girls tended to have bad dreams after hearing those. “It’s getting late and it’s a short one and it’s kinda spooky…” She let her words trail off, hinting at just how spooky the poem really might be. The three campers seated across from her glanced at each other with varied levels of expectation on their faces before nodding their approval.

Shego gave a grandiose gesture.

“You may proceed, Pumpkin.”

Kim made them wait while the sounds of nature pressed in on them from the darkness of the forest, and the rush of white water at the base of their campsite created a shield of sound that barricaded them from the rest of the world beyond. The petite redhead finally raised her eyes and let the light from the dimming fire illuminate her face from beneath, creating an unearthly glow. She growled at them in a muted cackle that made her three loved ones clutch at each other a little tighter before she began to read her poem; Kimberly Ann Possible had shown a definite knack for vocal mimicry over the years.

“Up the airy mountain… down the rushy glen… we daren't go a-hunting… for fear of little men…”

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“Now I see why you don’t read ghost stories.” Shego massaged the knots from her arms where her daughters had clutched at her in fright. “It hurts too much.”

“They’re usually ok, I just wanted them to get a good nights rest.”

“That’s not gonna happen now!”

“Well,” Kim cringed slightly, her hands up defensively. “Two comic books shouldn’t take all THAT long to read!”

It wasn’t quite as late as the girls stayed awake on average… certainly not as late as their parents were used to staying up… but it had been a long day with a long hike carrying heavy packs along steep terrain, followed by more fresh air than any of the four were used to. Back at home they might have wasted hours more sitting in front of the computer or television but they were over-tired and steadily losing ground from the peace and relative quiet. As close as the tents were, the wind in the trees and the nearby river made enough noise that the structures might as well be fifty feet apart for as little as they could hear each other.

“First of all, my darling, they’re not ‘comic books’.” The taller woman cringed. “They are graphic novels. And second of all, those two will take any excuse to not go to bed.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“I mean, we could initiate regular beatings if it would make you feel better.”

“Maybe.”

The voice sounded a bit hollow to Shego and the former thief paused in her nightly ablutions. She resumed after hardly a moment and they undressed the rest of the way in relative silence. They took off their boots but kept them handy beside the zippered flap just in case there was a late call of nature. The night had been warm enough that the earlier change to sleepwear was a smart one so there wasn’t much undressing to do, really.

So Kim found herself thinking. She was pulled from her reverie by the sound of Shego’s voice.

“Earth to Kimmie.” Shego was hovering near the petite woman’s shoulder so Kim didn’t turn around to reply.

“Mm? Sorry, what?”

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“Am… am I firm enough with the girls?”

“Huh?”

“The girls.”

“Those girls?” Shego raised her arm and pointed in the general direction of the neighboring tent. Kim nodded even though she still wasn’t looking at her mate.

“Yes. Because I worry that I’m too strict sometimes. That I get too bossy during times like now, with the Pixie Scouts, or when we train with them at home, or letting them stay up too late, or…”

“Kim, I wasn’t serious about the comics.”

“Kay.”

“Baby, I was just messing with you.” Shego looked very closely at her. “You’re bugging.” It wasn’t a question but Kim answered it anyway.

“Yeah.”

“Need a minute?”

“Yeah.” The redhead slowly toyed with the laces of her hiking boots while she sat on the padded floor of the domed tent and faced the opaque wall. During the down times, the quiet times, a subtle change came over Kim Possible that only her closest friends and family knew to watch for. She became introspective, and for someone who spent most of her time outrunning her own thoughts, she could get very somber when the inner voices finally caught up with her.

Such moments came and went casually these days and, sure enough, that old empty feeling evaporated as soon as Kim glanced up and saw the two-fingered rabbit ears being added to her silhouette.

“Nice.” She turned around in time to catch Shego hurriedly drop her hand and go back to fiddling with the electric lantern.

“What? I want to be able to see, is all.” The pale green woman had long since changed into her least sexy pair of flannel PJs, the dark green and black pattern depicting her wife’s signature style. The mass of flowing black hair seemed to merge with the shadows and fill the spaces that the lantern’s light did not reach.

“Thanks.”

“For what?”

“You know.” The hero bit her lip and blushed but the larger woman just shook her head in apparently confusion.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, sugar britches… but if we don’t hurry up and get in bed then we’ll be the ones up all night!” Shego frowned and rolled her eyes. Kim’s smile was tired but happy and she turned fully around to make the final preparation for bed. The only task remaining was to unroll their sleeping bags and get comfy. Shego played it cool but was nonetheless gratified to see that it was a very different Kimberly Ann Possible that untied the roll of fabric and shook the layers free. Those moments of introspection made her nervous… but she had learned long ago to stay close but let her angel deal with them on her own.

“Hm!”

Shego looked up at her spouse. The tent wasn’t tall enough for either of them to stand fully upright; she herself was forced to kneel upon entry. Kim, however, was standing up as best she was able with her compact fists planted against slender hips and glaring down at the floor of the tent.

“What?”

“Hm!” Kim growled down at the sleeping back between her bare feet. “I can’t believe I did that!”

“Did what?”

“So stupid! And for a Pixie Scout Leader!”

“Kimmie, what?”

“Oh, Shego… I seem to have forgotten your sleeping bag!”

“Uh-huh.” The long-suffering look of disgust on Shego’s face did not match the warmth building in her chest. “Oh, darn.”

“Wherever will you sleep tonight?” The redhead had a little fun with the sitch and bit her finger while holding the back of her other hand against her brow. She brightened. “Hey! I have an idea,” she snapped her nimble fingers but Shego was already speaking.

“Wait, lemme guess… we could share your sleeping bag.” Her Pumpkin was obviously feeling much better. Now the only question was how much shenanigans were possible with their daughters less than ten feet away.

Anything’s possible for a Possible. The pale green woman wasted no time slipping her long, powerful legs into the quilted cocoon.

“Great idea, Princess!”

“But,” Kim looked thoughtful, “it’ll be so hot.” She spread the collar of her pajamas wide as slender fingers traveled down the hem unhooking one button after another. “I’d better get out of these heavy jammies so that I don’t sweat all over them.”

“Lord, you sound just like some of those stupid fan fictions we found… on… the… Inter…net.” Her mind went blank, overpowered by the sight that met her eyes.

Kim had untied the drawstring of her flannel bottoms at the same moment that she shrugged off the top, letting both fall to the tent floor. Firm shoulders, slender below her fiery red hair were exposed, as were the delicate breasts perched high on the narrow torso. The rosy skin was practically flawless as it shone golden pink by the light of the simple camping lantern and the healthy flesh glistened down the length of flat stomach and down to another dusting of hair, just as fine and just as fiery.

“… thank you God…”

The words might have been spoken aloud. She wasn’t certain. It didn’t matter because standing here before her was Shego’s own personal muse and inspiration, her little Aphrodite, her reason for living and the cause of her redemption. She stopped breathing as those deceptively strong arms lifted and brushed that tight mane of fire back from Kim’s cheeks and neck. This brought the delicate breasts up and out, thrusting them forward as if to further announce their presence. Narrow hips, subtly curved, swiveled while shapely legs folded and the petite woman settled down onto the tent floor beside the occupied sleeping bag.

“I’ll just slip inside here with you… and tuck us in.”

Shego drew a ragged breath and Kim made sure to rub every inch of her body down the length of her mate’s long form before stopping. The smaller woman twisted and lay on her side, reaching around the flannel-draped body of her wife until her tiny hands met at the older woman’s back and pulled them both close. She broke into an enormous grin that didn’t keep her from planting a smooch on black glossed lips.

“Hey.”

“Hey, yourself.” Shego leaned into the embrace appreciatively. “Quite a show.”

“Thank you!” The redhead wriggled and brought a dusky bruised flush to Shego’s face.

“Pu-pu…” The taller, more voluptuous woman glowered and started again. “Pumpkin, I want to thank you for letting me have the girls today. You know,” those black lips brushed across the soft skin of Kim’s chin and neck. “For letting me be their buddy.”

“No big. There should never be a doubt that we share them equally.”

“I had an idea of something that we might do together before we turn in. A mutual distraction, you might say.”

“You don’t say!”

“I do say. Interested?”

“Definitely interested.” Kim’s eyes widened as Shego reached back and felt around in her pack.

“I gotta warn you…we’ve never done this before.”

“Now I’m intrigued!” Kim craned her neck to get a better look at whatever it was that her wife was digging out of her pack; the older woman’s shifted from reserved to mischievous as she rolled back around to face the hero.

She was holding two magazines wrapped in clear protective covers.

“Care to read a graphic novel with me?”

Kim blinked… and then laughed.

“Sure! Whatcha got?”

“We’ve got ‘Awkweird Stories’ and ‘Tales of the Freaky Deaky’.”

“Not your everyday comic books, huh?”

“Nope. Definitely private stock.”

“How about ‘Awkweird Stories’?”

“Excellent choice!” Shego slipped the magazine from its bag and lay back onto the quilted fabric of the sleeping bag. She held her other arm outstretched so that it could be easily wrapped around the smaller, naked form of her wife once the redhead snuggled in close.

“What’s the story about?”

“It’s about an adventurous woman who goes hiking alone in the wilds of Colorado… and then finds and helps a wounded alien whose spaceship crash landed nearby.”

“Is the alien female?”

“Yep.”

“Is she green?”

“Yep.”

“Does the hiker have red hair?”

“Unfortunately not, but we’ll ignore that part.”

“Please and thank you!”

They settled in tighter against each other, both taking turns reading from the dog-eared and cheaply published pulp magazine, with its lurid artwork and gratuitous depictions of human-alien eroticism. Regardless of the quality, they became absorbed in the ill-crafted story with its half-baked presumptions and glaring inconsistencies… and loved every bit of it. They had been reading silently at their own pace for awhile when Shego noticed gentle hands working at the buttons of her pajama top.

“Baby, what are you doing?”

“Alien women don’t wear flannel jammies.”

“Am I to assume that you aren’t interested in the story anymore?”

“I don’t understand your attempts to communicate with me, alien woman, but allow me to express my feelings for you in the universal language of love.”

“Strike that. I can see that you have become far too engrossed in the story.”

“Oh, look, they have boobular chesticles where you come from!”

“You’re incorrigible!”

“…bubububububububub…”

“Ghaa! That tickles!” Shego strugged to keep her voice low as Kim attacked her chest. “You’ll wake the girls!”

“…bubububububububub…”

“I should tell your folks what a little perv you are.”

“What?” Kim lifted her head and her eyes glittered in the light of the electric lantern. “Are you afraid that I might bite you in my sleep?”

“Biting I can handle. The problem is that you like to chew!”

“So not. Now hold still… I can’t get this drawstring… there! Got it!”

Shego deftly collected the magazines and carefully returned them to their protective sheathes and set them aside. She had just enough time to wonder how her darling Princess would manage to get her pajama bottoms off... when they suddenly were. The electric lantern was turned off and they snuggled together with the fabric of the tent doing little to mute the sounds of the land outside. The night had cooled but their flesh was warm and they were more than comfortable in each other’s embrace.

“Kimmie?”

“Mmm?”

“You fart in this sleeping bag and you’re dead.”

To Be Concluded… eventually!

Author’s Notes: The brief excerpt from ‘The Fairies’ by William Allingham was used without permission; the poem is short and cute but it didn’t feel right to include the whole text here.