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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 threats of combat violence and intimations of a physical relationship and intimate contact between consenting adult females, as well as one teenage pregnancy. This should also cover a little harsh language now and then. If this will offend you, please read something else and then seek some professional help.
Summary: This is a Kim/Shego pairing fan fiction set in my ‘Who’s Writing This Crap?’ storyline. Kasy Ann and Sheki Go Possible are the creations of NoDrogs. This story was written for Evilcs and is posted with her permission; it was inspired by her and is her award for having captured a screenshot of my Deviant Art page at an amazing 15K page views! Congratulations!

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Anne and Shego missed Kim at her recovery room and the young hero missed them at the waiting room; a few quick calls between the various nurses’ stations left everyone feeling silly. They agreed to meet outside the elevator nearest to the postnatal observation ward. Kim arrived first and was already pacing around in the hall wearing her usual mission-quality footwear over her socks but nothing more than her bathrobe and hospital issue medical gown over her underwear.

Shego freaked out and bolted down the hallway.

“Kimmie! Are you crazy? You’ll catch your death!”

“Shego, I’m fine.”

“And you’re walking! You shouldn’t be walking!” The tallest of the three turned to the oldest still making her way down the hall; Anne didn’t bother hiding her amusement by the time she joined them and Shego continued her impromptu examination.

“Should she?”

“I would have recommended that she wait an hour or two more, but Kim’s post-delivery exam showed no signs of vascular tearing and she’s low risk for hemorrhage.” Doctor voice shifted to mother voice. “Is she always like this?”

“This is nothing. She’s been my shadow for months. I’d do back flips for joy if I felt up to it.” She raised her arms and let Shego get a better look at her.

“How do I look?”

“You’re all gone! No babies!” Ever so tender, the pale green woman felt around Kim’s abdomen. The flesh was slack and the added weight was considerably more than the petite girl usually carried, but the young hero’s body was more recognizable.

“It’s going to be a while before I’m back to wearing the crop top, but if you ever want a quick way to drop a load of weight, I highly recommend having twins.”

“You’re skinny again!”

“Hardly skinny… and now the truth comes out, I suppose?” A smile and wink to prove that she wasn’t being hormonal. “You like fat girls!”

“Hardly fat.” Anne chimed in. “Kim, the weight loss needs to be as gradual as the gain was. Remember what I said about exercise and diet. Nursing will help a lot, too.”

“I will, Mom.”

“She’ll have me to make sure that she follows whatever instructions you gave her.” Shego had not stopped poking and prodding her lover’s partially restored physique. “Kimmie, you’ll be doing those back flips soon enough,” the pale green face looked pensive, “if that’s what you really want.”

“I… haven’t thought much about that yet, but yeah, I think I’ll be happier as my old self. As long as you don’t mind me being like this for awhile.” Now it was Kim’s turn to look pensive, but her lover was all smiles.

“You always look so beautiful to me!” Shego straightened up and kissed her. “Clear down to the bone! How soon do you come home with me? I want you back so badly!”

“Ah, well… I, um… asked Mom about that and…” Daughter and Mother shared a look. “I can go home tomorrow if I keep improving, but…”

“But, what?”

“But we should wait a few weeks ‘til… ‘til we… uh…”

“What? Until we what?”

“S-s-sleep together.”

“And by that, you mean S-E-X?”

“…”

“Kim, Kim, Kim.” The tall woman groaned. “What am I going to do with you?” She focused on the brain surgeon. “Your daughter obviously has a one-track mind because when I said that I wanted her back, I meant back in my life, back in our apartment and back to making a new life with our darling miracles.”

Kim’s blush was on the verge of setting off smoke detectors and her mother had to turn away to keep from laughing. Shego rested her arm on the shoulders of her love and guided the embarrassed young woman down the hallway… but not before glancing at the healer.

“How many weeks?”

“Oh, three would be optimal, given Kim’s excellent condition.” Anne thought back to her own desires after childbirth. “Possibly sooner than that as long as it’s nothing too strenuous. I’ve already discussed with Kim the warning signs of infection or other postpartum challenges.”

“Good to know.” Black glossed lips kissed the top of Kim’s head. “Chances are I’ll be the one having to fend her off.”

“SHEGO!”

“Kim, there are a few excellent pamphlets I could recommend on the subject.”

“MOM! GHAA!”

“Shh, Princess. There are babies here.” Sure enough, they were at the long observation window separating newborns from family and visiting friends. Over a dozen bassinettes could be seen; more than half were unoccupied and none were close to the window so they pressed close to inspect the infants. They didn’t see any green ones. Anne let them search the room for a few seconds before interrupting their quest.

“The girls aren’t here up front. I had them set back to a more private spot for nursing.”

“We get to feed them?” Every part of this sitch was new to Shego; she looked in at the new lives with wonder on her face. “So soon?”

“Their little bodies need lots of protein, so yes.”

“Booyah!” The Possible women were amused at how the former villain bounced up and down on her feet like a child; it was hardly the expected reaction from the one-time holder of ninth place on Global Justices’ most-wanted list and arguably the most dangerous individual on the planet.

“And on that note,” Anne felt that now was the time for discretion. “I’ll leave you two alone.” She pointed to the door into the observation ward. “There’s an intern ready to get you set up and then she’ll give you plenty of privacy. We all know that this is new for you and you’ve got to let it come naturally. Motherhood is different for all women.” She raised her eyes to include Shego. “Don’t rush it and never hesitate to ask for help.”

“I’ll be fine, Mom, really.” Kim pulled Shego close. “We both will.”

“I have no doubts.” The taller redhead enfolded the shorter in her arms. Shego found somewhere else to focus her attention while mother and daughter held each other; nothing could prevent her, though, from once again envisioning what an older Kim Possible might be like after several years of life together.

Kim wiped at her eyes when they broke apart.

“As long as I’m never too old for one of those.”

“Kimmie-cub, you’ll never be too old for one of those. You’ll always be our little girl.”

They separated and Mr. Dr. P strolled back to the elevators, leaving the young women to enter the observation ward together. As promised, there was an intern on duty to escort Kim to the rear of the large room were a simple rocking chair had been placed for new mothers to nurse their children for the first time. Shego made herself scarce for the nonce, preferring to stay in the background with the incubators and other machines while the intern and Kim talked. Only when the woman walked away did the former thief return to her lover’s side.

“She’ll be back in a minute with the babies.” Kim pointed to the rocking chair and several other padded seats nearby. “We’ll sit here while they get fed.”

“I don’t see any bottles.” The pale green woman looked around at the instruments and accoutrements of newborn health care. “You’d figure we’d be tripping over baby bottles in a place like this.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll need a bottle to help feed the babies.”

Kim looked pointedly at Shego and it made her feel confused.

“What’d I say?”

“Um, well, maybe I could arrange for you to help next time, but we didn’t have the chance today.”

“I want to feed them, too!”

“I’d need to express some milk first.”

“Huh?”

“There’s this, um, pump thing. You know?”

“Princess, I’m not following you.” Shego shook her head in frustration.

“Shego, we’re here so that I can nurse them.”

“I got that part.”

“And…?” Kim made prompting motions with her hands, trying to coax her partner into comprehension.

“And… why can’t I help?”

“There won’t be any bottles this time.” The teen chose her words carefully, speaking slowly and evenly.

“Then how will…”

“Judas Priest, Shego! With THESE!” Kim pulled apart the belt of her robe and hooked her finger at the loose neckline of her medical gown. She held the cheap fabric away from her chest and tilted forward so as to give her lover a peek.

“Holy crap! Where’d you get those?”

“They’re mine!”

“Huh-uh! No way!” Shego bent low to inspect the precious orbs. “No way did Kim Possible ever pack a rack like that!”

“It’s not like you haven’t seen them recently!”

“Apparently not recent enough! It hasn’t even been a week since you checked in here and now you’re ready to work for Hooters!”

“Maybe! And maybe not.” The petite girl sighed and gave an embarrassed grin. “Mom warned me that it won’t last long but I might not be quite as… as…”

“Delicate?”

“Thank you. Not as ‘delicate’ as I used to be.”

“Booyah!”

“Just don’t get your hopes up. And what’s with you not knowing what I meant by nursing?”

“Can we drop it, please? We’ve all had a long day, Princess.” A dusky bruised color that in most folks would mean congestive heart failure slowly suffused Shego’s neck and face. “I’m tired and bugging just a little right now.” She held up her hands defensively. “I… just… totally spaced out on the nursing thing. It’s not something that I remember us ever discussing and not something that I ever imagined you doing.”

The feelings faded as her angel guided her down onto one of the closer chairs.

“It’s ok. This just means that you get to ride shotgun this time.”

“Please and thank you, Kimmie.” She breathed easier and relaxed while the mother of her children settled into the rocking chair. “But this doesn’t make me your sidekick.”

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Noises from the opposite corner of the ward made them look up; the intern was wheeling a wide bassinette over and positioned it a few feet from the private area. She as aware of Shego’s presence and had apparently seen them enter together, but of the babies’ appearance and their obvious resemblance to the pale green woman, the intern remained professionally blasé. Her attention was split equally between the new mother in the rocking chair and the silent passengers in the bassinette; as soon as she made certain that the new mother was suitable prepped, one of the babies was gently handed over.

“What’s her name?”

“Sheki Go Possible!” The name was boldly written on the chart but that wasn’t the point. Kim sat back and positioned the child for nursing while the intern handed the second baby to Shego.

“So this would be…?”

Shego couldn’t speak and Kim came to her rescue.

“Kasy Ann Possible!”

“If you’re comfortable, I’ll leave you two alone.”

“Yes, please and thank you.”

Kim exchanged smiles with the intern as the woman moved off. She let her recent training and the advice from her mother substitute for experience as she guided the baby’s mouth for a secure latch, but also listened to her instincts. This was as natural as a sitch could be, she knew, and was confident that she would not fail the evolutionary chain. Shego just sat there and cooed over the baby in her arms. Arms that were strong enough to fell anything that walked on two legs, even if the hands weren’t emitting deadly plasma hot enough to turn steel into slag, supported the infant’s head and back as if the child were made of glass.

“Oh, Kimmie. Look what you did!”

“What WE did.”

“Oh, no. This part was all you. Look at them!”

“Is she asleep?”

“She’s so CUTE! Damn it, she’s frelling perfect!” Long fingers stroked smooth skin, unblemished and the same color. The wisps of fiery hair were featherlike and the face was still puffy with the fading trauma of childbirth.

“She’s hairy!”

“What?”

“There’s all these tiny hairs on her face.”

“Doy! She’s a mammal. We have them, too. It’s just more obvious on babies. They’ll mostly disappear.”

“Little eyes, little mouth, little ears! Oh, Kimmie she’s so pretty!”

“You’re starting to worry me.”

“Can we keep them?”

“Ok, now you’re just being silly.” Kim repositioned the child in her arms; the infant she held was identical to the other in every way but one. Everything that Shego had said to describe Kasy would stand equally for Sheki… perfect and beautiful in every way. Sheki’s hair was black peach fuzz with green highlights, nothing like hers or anyone else in her family, not on either side. It was like holding a ‘Baby Shego’ and something about that seemed so very right to her. The newborn fed steadily, her own inborn skills coming to the fore, and the sensation Kim felt was unusual to say the least.

“… look what you did…”

“Are you going to cry?”

“No! Maybe.” Shego looked down at the little sleeping baby. “I think so, yeah.”

“I was so scared that our sitch with Gemini might have hurt her. I mean them.” Kim blinked. “I’m still absorbing the fact that there are two of them!”

“Same here, either them or you or both. With Gemini and having twins, I mean. That son of a bitch.” Shego was steaming. “If he’d hurt either of you, I’d have killed him.”

“If he’d have hurt these two, I wouldn’t have blamed you.”

They both looked up and beheld each other, carefully holding their precious bundles but each focusing entirely on the other. They had been foes, enemies, rivals and ultimately lovers and partners in a relationship that would never… could never be fully explained or catalogued beyond anyone but themselves… and at this moment reached a new level of that pairing that neither could have envisioned until right now.

“Sheila…”

“Please don’t call me that. That life is dead and gone.”

“Shego, I can’t describe exactly what I’m feeling but I know that I don’t want it to end. Ever.” Kim let the child suckle at her breast and regarded the woman sitting across from her. “I swear to you that I will be the best mother that I can to these girls. I… I’ll need help, because this is the first time in my life that I have no idea what I’m doing!”

“Princess, I…”

“No, please.” Kim swallowed her anxieties. “Let me get this out. I know that I’m always saying that I can do anything and that I usually run off on my own to handle the sitch. What I know about this sitch,” she gently shifted the bundle in her arms, “is that I can’t, that I don’t want to, handle this sitch without you. I want the four of us to be a family! If what we’ve had up to now was as wonderful as it felt, I want it even more now that we have them with us.” Hormones or not, she sniffled and had no free hands to do anything about the tear that crawled down her cheek. Neither did Shego; she didn’t sniffle but her eyes were just as wet.

“Kimmie, I swear to you now that I will do anything and everything in my power to keep our girls safe. You, too.” The weight of the child in her arms gave Shego a strength that she’d never felt before. “I want nothing more… Hell, I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want to be a family with you and these love bunnies. If you can ever forgive me for what I had to do with…”

“There is nothing to forgive.”

“But…”

“These are our children, yours and mine. Shego, I need to hear you say it.”

“But…”

“It’s the only way that we can truly be their parents. Equally and together.”

“…”

“Say it. For both of us.”

“They are our children.” Shego waited for a bolt of lightning to strike her. After a few seconds, she guessed that no higher authorities objected. “I promise to do my best, too, to be a good mother. I’m not so sure that they won’t be able to tell who’s better at it…”

“Shego!”

“Kim, chill. I said it and I meant it. It’s just that I never expected to be a mother and all evidence shows that I can’t bear children.” It would always sting to hear those words. “It was a factor that I’d written out of my life, so be patient with me while I learn to accept that dreams really do come true.” This time she did sniffle, and Kim handed her a tissue from a nearby tray.

“Oh, baby, of course!” Nothing more was said for a bit as they each measured the endless possibilities of their new universe. Kim waited until the child at her breast started fussing to say anything.

“I wonder what it’ll be like.”

“What specifically?” Shego moved to the edge of her chair so that they could better exchange infants; Kim accepted the tiny redhead while former villain prepared to burp Sheki.

“These two having two mothers.”

“It’s been done before, sweetheart.”

“Not around Middleton!” Kim inspected the tiny face of Kasy and wondered why the red hair didn’t look more out of place with the pale green skin

“You might be surprised.”

“I suppose.”

“Will they call us both ‘Mommy’?”

“Actually, I thought that I’d be Mommy and you’d be Momma.”

“Kind of a minor distinction, don’t ya think?”

“It sounds good enough to me.” The redhead made a coughing noise and Shego watched as Kim’s head sank down and saw the narrow shoulders quiver.

“Kimmie? What’s wrong?” Curiosity turned to brief worry when there was no immediate answer, but the reason became clear when Kim raised her head; the teen had been chuckling and the laughter had caught in her throat, making it impossible to talk. Kim’s grin was huge and her emerald eyes sparkled.

“What’s so funny?”

“‘Love bunnies’?”

“Yeah! So?”

“That’s hilarious!”

“Watch it!”

“Shh, Shego. You’ll upset the babies.” Kim bent low and mock whispered to little Kasy. “Mommy and Momma just wuvs their wittle wuv bunnies!”

“You better stifle that, Pumpkin, or ‘Momma’ is gonna pound your fat ass!”

“Give me a few weeks to get back in shape and you’re welcome to try!”

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“No.”

Kim blinked in confusion and looked down the length of the sofa. She had been sitting at one end and talking for the last hour, dressed in her pink sweater and jeans, barefoot with her legs drawn up and sipping tepid cocoa, facing her wife and daughters as they reclined together at the opposite end of the sofa. The girls were leaning back against their Momma’s long body and had been listening raptly for the entire time… but were now shaking their heads in unison and with mutual expressions of doubt.

Shego’s brow furrowed and she gently guided their heads around to see them better.

“What do you mean, ‘no’?”

“I don’t buy it.” Sheki took her final sip off soda and passed the glass to her sister.

“Me, neither,” said Kasy, polishing off the rest and setting the glass down.

The taller woman swung her legs down off the sofa and faced her daughters full on. Shego’s mouth hung open for a few seconds before she found her voice.

“But… but… but…”

“It’s the truth!” The older redhead finished for her spouse.

“Thank you, Pumpkin. And it is!”

“Pixie Scout’s honor!”

“What do you mean, you don’t buy it?”

“It makes no sense, Momma.”

“None whatsoever.”

“The old story sounds more feasible than this one did.”

All Kasy got was Kim’s blank look.

“Oh, Mom, you remember. It’s the one where the evil Blue Troll…”

“… had the Emerald Witch enslaved by a magic spell and…

“… he made the witch bite you, but that made her become good…”

“… and she magically turned into Momma while it made Mommy…”

“… pregnant with us.”

Kim’s smile was broad as she stretched out her leg and tickled the bottom of Shego’s own bare feet with her toes.

“That was a good one, wasn’t it?”

“Frelling-A.” The pale green woman drank from her own soda. “I don’t think that we ever had to think so fast in our lives.”

“So what’s the sitch, munchkins? You two stinkers have been pestering us for days about when you were born.” Kim regarded her progeny. “What’s so hard to believe?”

Kasy held out her slender hands, counting off a point with her fingers.

“For one, teen pregnancy.”

“Mm, yeah? What about it?”

“You didn’t make it sound so bad.”

At one end of the sofa, the former villain had the equivalent of a petit mal seizure; she screwed her eyes shut and clapped her hands to the sides of her head.

“GHAA!! Kimmie! Crazy talk!”

“Shego! Shego, it’s ok! She didn’t mean it.” Cushions were grabbed and thrown at the twins, catching them mostly about the head. “You did NOT just say that!” She gestured at the despondent woman rocking back and forth. “Just look what you did!”

“… happy place, happy place…”

“Sorry!”

“But it’s true.”

“Exactly how did I make teenage pregnancy sound ‘not so bad’?!”

Kasy continued to count off points with her fingers, but it was Sheki that spoke first.

“You finished your education and…”

“… graduated with honors. You also…”

“… got a job working with ‘GJ’ along with…”

“… Momma catching bad guys.” The girl cocked a thumb at Shego; the former villain was hugging herself and still rocking back and forth.

“… happy place, happy place…”

“Everything turned out great for you.”

“You always make it sound like the end of the world.”

Kim took a very deep breath and let out very slowly.

“I… had the benefit of… an amazing support system. Most girls don’t. My life was never the same after that.” She caught herself, knowing how that could be interpreted. “It wasn’t terrible, but I was way too young and immature for that kind of responsibility.” She leaned up and scooted closer, taking them each by the hand. “Being a mother has been the best thing that could ever happen to me… just not that early, not so soon. Please promise me that you won’t…”

“Mom, please! We already had ‘The Talk’, remember?”

“You already had us make that promise.

“To you and Momma, both.”

“We won’t break it.”

“We’re good girls.” They were both nodding in unison. The mother gave their hands an assured squeeze.

“You don’t have to tell me that. I know you are, so does…” Kim looked past her daughters at the figure behind them. “Shego? SHEGO! It’s ok, we’re good now.”

The older woman removed her hands from the sides of her head and opened her eyes.

“We’re good?”

“Yep.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yep.”

“No more crazy talk?”

“Nope.”

“Good.” She visibly relaxed. “Plasma-resistant chastity belts are hard to find.”

“Momma!”

“I’m just saying…” The older woman snagged a magazine from the floor and let the pages fall open at random.

Kim knew that she would need to provide additional assurance for her mate before the woman would truly calm down; Shego trusted the girls as much as Kim did but ‘Momma’ tended to be a bit reactionary and paranoid when it came to their daughters. The jarring sound of a car horn disrupted the conversation and the twins burst into action; each flipped and tumbled away from the sofa, scrambling for coats and purses. Shego looked around at the activity with bemusement and Kim checked the clock to verify the time.

“What’s the sitch?”

“Dinner and movie night at the Mall.”

“… with Alexaaaaaaaaander!” Kasy added from the foyer.

“Kas, you are SUCH a poopie-head!”

“He’s your booooooyfriend!”

“Turd!”

“Sheki, language. Kasy, don’t tease.”

“Sorry, Mom.” Kasy gave her sibling a playful nudge in the ribs to show that she’d been joking.

“Yes, ma’am.” Sheki stuck out her tongue at her twin but flashed an embarrassed smile to prove that she wasn’t really upset.

“You two sit in a completely different row on the other side of the theatre from that boy!”

“Shego!”

“He’s a menace!”

“Baby, we love that boy. He’s not a menace, he’s always been a perfect gentleman around the girls, all three of them know the proper way to behave and we’ve talked about this!”

“No need to shout.” Shego rolled her eyes as the twins giggled and Kim shook her head in feigned disgust; they did love that boy, as much as if he were their own, but the former villain’s overprotective side wore many faces.

“Anyway, who’s driving?”

“Bon-bon.” They lost themselves in the flurry of motion of their offspring ‘til both girls were prepared and ready to leave for the evening; the adults remained on the sofa as the youngsters reached the door.

“Make sure that you listen to Aunt Bonnie and do everything she says, please and thank you.”

“Mom! We’re not babies anymore! We’re…”

“… fifteen and almost grown up!”

“Believe me, I know. See the gray mixed in with the red? Humor me, ok?”

“We will.”

“Then have fun.”

“Spank’n!”

“Thanks, Mom!” They each kissed their mother’s cheek in turn.

“You’d better hang on a moment, ‘cause you know your Momma’s gonna want…”

“Hey! Where’s my kiss!?”

The twins were quick to return to Shego’s side but it would never be fast enough when a kiss was at stake; strong arms lashed out and hooked the waistband of Sheki’s skirt and Kasy’s belt before they were able to close the distance. She tugged them forwards and pulled them down on top of her and shifted her arms to pin them against her sides. What proceeded was one of the fiercest hugs that could ever be bestowed upon one human being by another.

“I love you SO MUCH!” Ribs protested against the crushing power. “You two be careful and watch out for freaks. If anyone screws with you…”

Kim’s half-hearted admonition of ‘language’ went unheard.

“… then you make with the plasma and tell ‘em that you’ll burn their wee-wee’s off.”

“EWW!”

“GROSS!”

Kim saw little cause in salvaging the sitch.

“Don’t forget to be proper ladies around Alexander, either.”

The girls were halfway out the door when they turned back to their parents.

“There was one other thing.”

“Hm?”

“About the story.”

“And that was…?”

“Momma acting all…”

“… cutsie an’ stuff!”

“That was wack.”

“Wiggity wack.”

“Hey!” Shego’s eyes flew wide open and she sat up.

“Really! Who’d believe that?”

“As if!”

“And wanting to hold babies?”

“What’s up with that?”

“So not!”

“OUT!” Their older parent growled and thrust her finger towards the front door. “Out! Get out of my house!” The girls were laughing mischievously and they pulled the door shut behind them. The adults sat in silence, lost in their own thoughts, as they listed to the sound of car doors being opened and closed, and of the vehicle backing out of their driveway and taking to the street. Shego let a corner of her magazine droop, all the better to see her Princess.

“So what do we do now, old woman?”

“Old? Who’s old?”

“Well, I don’t mean to be crude, but you ain’t getting any younger.”

“Old, my ass!”

“… and the rest of you.”

“I am NOT old.” Kim breathed on her nails and buffed them on her sweater. “And neither is the hawt young thang I’m married to.”

“How long they gonna be gone?”

“At least three hours.”

“So… what do we do now?”

“I dunno.” Kim lazily twirled an errant lock of red hair around her finger. “What do you wanna do?”

“I dunno.” Shego frowned and dropped her magazine. It slid to the floor and she looked around the living room. “Watch TV?”

“Naw. Howzabout a movie?”

“Naw.”

“Howzabout THE movie?”

“Naw.” Emerald eyes narrowed. “Hungry?”

“Sure. For what?”

“That place still open where I got you that burger?”

“You mean that triple-decker with cheese, onions and barbeque sauce?”

“That’s the one.”

“Mmmm. Sounds great, but baby, that’s an awful lot of burger for a little girl like me!”

“We’d have to work up an appetite first.”

“I think that we can manage.” Kim stretched and purred. “Get over here.”

“I would,” the older woman massaged her sides. “Except for that old injury I got when I was kicked into an antenna. It hurts when it’s raining.”

“Shego, it’s a beautiful evening!”

“It’s gotta be raining somewhere. You get over here!”

“No, you.”

“You!”

Kim snarled and leaned forward, grabbing Shego by the ankles.

“I said, come here!” Lithe, strong muscles flexed and the former villain felt herself being pulled inexorably towards her spouse. Shego clutched desperately at her magazine in mock terror as slender arms tugged on her legs; it wasn’t that often that Kimmie initiated sexual playtime, but it always meant something special and rambunctious.

“Help!”

“You love it.”

Shego threw her arm across her face just as the redhead began pulling the older woman’s jeans off.

“Somebody save me!”

“Get over it.”

“I’m about to be molested and ravaged by a sexual fiend!”

“Hey, I’m buying you a burger.” Kim had the jeans of and balled them up; they were tossed into a corner and the younger woman set her sight on the black lace panties her mate favored. Shego found it hard to look indignant as her breath quickened in anticipation.

“So that’s all I’m worth to you? A burger?”

“No. I think of you as an appetizer.” Slender fingers hooked the elastic waistband and deftly peeled the thin fabric away.

“Puh- please and thank you, Kimmie.” She felt lips bushing the inside of her thighs while the fingers continued to probe and fondle and forewarn of excitations to come.

“… don’t… ngh… don’t tear them… they were a gift from… from you…”

“Shush.” Nevertheless, Kim Possible carefully set the fragile item aside. “Appetizers don’t talk.”

The End

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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 threats of combat violence and intimations of a physical relationship and intimate contact between consenting adult females, as well as one teenage pregnancy. This should also cover a little harsh language now and then. If this will offend you, please read something else and then seek some professional help.
Summary: This is a Kim/Shego pairing fan fiction set in my ‘Who’s Writing This Crap?’ storyline. Kasy Ann and Sheki Go Possible are the creations of NoDrogs. This story was written for Evilcs and is posted with her permission; it was inspired by her and is her award for having captured a screenshot of my Deviant Art page at an amazing 15K page views! Congratulations!

Extra Onions / Three

Anne and Shego missed Kim at her recovery room and the young hero missed them at the waiting room; a few quick calls between the various nurses’ stations left everyone feeling silly. They agreed to meet outside the elevator nearest to the postnatal observation ward. Kim arrived first and was already pacing around in the hall wearing her usual mission-quality footwear over her socks but nothing more than her bathrobe and hospital issue medical gown over her underwear.

Shego freaked out and bolted down the hallway.

“Kimmie! Are you crazy? You’ll catch your death!”

“Shego, I’m fine.”

“And you’re walking! You shouldn’t be walking!” The tallest of the three turned to the oldest still making her way down the hall; Anne didn’t bother hiding her amusement by the time she joined them and Shego continued her impromptu examination.

“Should she?”

“I would have recommended that she wait an hour or two more, but Kim’s post-delivery exam showed no signs of vascular tearing and she’s low risk for hemorrhage.” Doctor voice shifted to mother voice. “Is she always like this?”

“This is nothing. She’s been my shadow for months. I’d do back flips for joy if I felt up to it.” She raised her arms and let Shego get a better look at her.

“How do I look?”

“You’re all gone! No babies!” Ever so tender, the pale green woman felt around Kim’s abdomen. The flesh was slack and the added weight was considerably more than the petite girl usually carried, but the young hero’s body was more recognizable.

“It’s going to be a while before I’m back to wearing the crop top, but if you ever want a quick way to drop a load of weight, I highly recommend having twins.”

“You’re skinny again!”

“Hardly skinny… and now the truth comes out, I suppose?” A smile and wink to prove that she wasn’t being hormonal. “You like fat girls!”

“Hardly fat.” Anne chimed in. “Kim, the weight loss needs to be as gradual as the gain was. Remember what I said about exercise and diet. Nursing will help a lot, too.”

“I will, Mom.”

“She’ll have me to make sure that she follows whatever instructions you gave her.” Shego had not stopped poking and prodding her lover’s partially restored physique. “Kimmie, you’ll be doing those back flips soon enough,” the pale green face looked pensive, “if that’s what you really want.”

“I… haven’t thought much about that yet, but yeah, I think I’ll be happier as my old self. As long as you don’t mind me being like this for awhile.” Now it was Kim’s turn to look pensive, but her lover was all smiles.

“You always look so beautiful to me!” Shego straightened up and kissed her. “Clear down to the bone! How soon do you come home with me? I want you back so badly!”

“Ah, well… I, um… asked Mom about that and…” Daughter and Mother shared a look. “I can go home tomorrow if I keep improving, but…”

“But, what?”

“But we should wait a few weeks ‘til… ‘til we… uh…”

“What? Until we what?”

“S-s-sleep together.”

“And by that, you mean S-E-X?”

“…”

“Kim, Kim, Kim.” The tall woman groaned. “What am I going to do with you?” She focused on the brain surgeon. “Your daughter obviously has a one-track mind because when I said that I wanted her back, I meant back in my life, back in our apartment and back to making a new life with our darling miracles.”

Kim’s blush was on the verge of setting off smoke detectors and her mother had to turn away to keep from laughing. Shego rested her arm on the shoulders of her love and guided the embarrassed young woman down the hallway… but not before glancing at the healer.

“How many weeks?”

“Oh, three would be optimal, given Kim’s excellent condition.” Anne thought back to her own desires after childbirth. “Possibly sooner than that as long as it’s nothing too strenuous. I’ve already discussed with Kim the warning signs of infection or other postpartum challenges.”

“Good to know.” Black glossed lips kissed the top of Kim’s head. “Chances are I’ll be the one having to fend her off.”

“SHEGO!”

“Kim, there are a few excellent pamphlets I could recommend on the subject.”

“MOM! GHAA!”

“Shh, Princess. There are babies here.” Sure enough, they were at the long observation window separating newborns from family and visiting friends. Over a dozen bassinettes could be seen; more than half were unoccupied and none were close to the window so they pressed close to inspect the infants. They didn’t see any green ones. Anne let them search the room for a few seconds before interrupting their quest.

“The girls aren’t here up front. I had them set back to a more private spot for nursing.”

“We get to feed them?” Every part of this sitch was new to Shego; she looked in at the new lives with wonder on her face. “So soon?”

“Their little bodies need lots of protein, so yes.”

“Booyah!” The Possible women were amused at how the former villain bounced up and down on her feet like a child; it was hardly the expected reaction from the one-time holder of ninth place on Global Justices’ most-wanted list and arguably the most dangerous individual on the planet.

“And on that note,” Anne felt that now was the time for discretion. “I’ll leave you two alone.” She pointed to the door into the observation ward. “There’s an intern ready to get you set up and then she’ll give you plenty of privacy. We all know that this is new for you and you’ve got to let it come naturally. Motherhood is different for all women.” She raised her eyes to include Shego. “Don’t rush it and never hesitate to ask for help.”

“I’ll be fine, Mom, really.” Kim pulled Shego close. “We both will.”

“I have no doubts.” The taller redhead enfolded the shorter in her arms. Shego found somewhere else to focus her attention while mother and daughter held each other; nothing could prevent her, though, from once again envisioning what an older Kim Possible might be like after several years of life together.

Kim wiped at her eyes when they broke apart.

“As long as I’m never too old for one of those.”

“Kimmie-cub, you’ll never be too old for one of those. You’ll always be our little girl.”

They separated and Mr. Dr. P strolled back to the elevators, leaving the young women to enter the observation ward together. As promised, there was an intern on duty to escort Kim to the rear of the large room were a simple rocking chair had been placed for new mothers to nurse their children for the first time. Shego made herself scarce for the nonce, preferring to stay in the background with the incubators and other machines while the intern and Kim talked. Only when the woman walked away did the former thief return to her lover’s side.

“She’ll be back in a minute with the babies.” Kim pointed to the rocking chair and several other padded seats nearby. “We’ll sit here while they get fed.”

“I don’t see any bottles.” The pale green woman looked around at the instruments and accoutrements of newborn health care. “You’d figure we’d be tripping over baby bottles in a place like this.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll need a bottle to help feed the babies.”

Kim looked pointedly at Shego and it made her feel confused.

“What’d I say?”

“Um, well, maybe I could arrange for you to help next time, but we didn’t have the chance today.”

“I want to feed them, too!”

“I’d need to express some milk first.”

“Huh?”

“There’s this, um, pump thing. You know?”

“Princess, I’m not following you.” Shego shook her head in frustration.

“Shego, we’re here so that I can nurse them.”

“I got that part.”

“And…?” Kim made prompting motions with her hands, trying to coax her partner into comprehension.

“And… why can’t I help?”

“There won’t be any bottles this time.” The teen chose her words carefully, speaking slowly and evenly.

“Then how will…”

“Judas Priest, Shego! With THESE!” Kim pulled apart the belt of her robe and hooked her finger at the loose neckline of her medical gown. She held the cheap fabric away from her chest and tilted forward so as to give her lover a peek.

“Holy crap! Where’d you get those?”

“They’re mine!”

“Huh-uh! No way!” Shego bent low to inspect the precious orbs. “No way did Kim Possible ever pack a rack like that!”

“It’s not like you haven’t seen them recently!”

“Apparently not recent enough! It hasn’t even been a week since you checked in here and now you’re ready to work for Hooters!”

“Maybe! And maybe not.” The petite girl sighed and gave an embarrassed grin. “Mom warned me that it won’t last long but I might not be quite as… as…”

“Delicate?”

“Thank you. Not as ‘delicate’ as I used to be.”

“Booyah!”

“Just don’t get your hopes up. And what’s with you not knowing what I meant by nursing?”

“Can we drop it, please? We’ve all had a long day, Princess.” A dusky bruised color that in most folks would mean congestive heart failure slowly suffused Shego’s neck and face. “I’m tired and bugging just a little right now.” She held up her hands defensively. “I… just… totally spaced out on the nursing thing. It’s not something that I remember us ever discussing and not something that I ever imagined you doing.”

The feelings faded as her angel guided her down onto one of the closer chairs.

“It’s ok. This just means that you get to ride shotgun this time.”

“Please and thank you, Kimmie.” She breathed easier and relaxed while the mother of her children settled into the rocking chair. “But this doesn’t make me your sidekick.”

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Noises from the opposite corner of the ward made them look up; the intern was wheeling a wide bassinette over and positioned it a few feet from the private area. She as aware of Shego’s presence and had apparently seen them enter together, but of the babies’ appearance and their obvious resemblance to the pale green woman, the intern remained professionally blasé. Her attention was split equally between the new mother in the rocking chair and the silent passengers in the bassinette; as soon as she made certain that the new mother was suitable prepped, one of the babies was gently handed over.

“What’s her name?”

“Sheki Go Possible!” The name was boldly written on the chart but that wasn’t the point. Kim sat back and positioned the child for nursing while the intern handed the second baby to Shego.

“So this would be…?”

Shego couldn’t speak and Kim came to her rescue.

“Kasy Ann Possible!”

“If you’re comfortable, I’ll leave you two alone.”

“Yes, please and thank you.”

Kim exchanged smiles with the intern as the woman moved off. She let her recent training and the advice from her mother substitute for experience as she guided the baby’s mouth for a secure latch, but also listened to her instincts. This was as natural as a sitch could be, she knew, and was confident that she would not fail the evolutionary chain. Shego just sat there and cooed over the baby in her arms. Arms that were strong enough to fell anything that walked on two legs, even if the hands weren’t emitting deadly plasma hot enough to turn steel into slag, supported the infant’s head and back as if the child were made of glass.

“Oh, Kimmie. Look what you did!”

“What WE did.”

“Oh, no. This part was all you. Look at them!”

“Is she asleep?”

“She’s so CUTE! Damn it, she’s frelling perfect!” Long fingers stroked smooth skin, unblemished and the same color. The wisps of fiery hair were featherlike and the face was still puffy with the fading trauma of childbirth.

“She’s hairy!”

“What?”

“There’s all these tiny hairs on her face.”

“Doy! She’s a mammal. We have them, too. It’s just more obvious on babies. They’ll mostly disappear.”

“Little eyes, little mouth, little ears! Oh, Kimmie she’s so pretty!”

“You’re starting to worry me.”

“Can we keep them?”

“Ok, now you’re just being silly.” Kim repositioned the child in her arms; the infant she held was identical to the other in every way but one. Everything that Shego had said to describe Kasy would stand equally for Sheki… perfect and beautiful in every way. Sheki’s hair was black peach fuzz with green highlights, nothing like hers or anyone else in her family, not on either side. It was like holding a ‘Baby Shego’ and something about that seemed so very right to her. The newborn fed steadily, her own inborn skills coming to the fore, and the sensation Kim felt was unusual to say the least.

“… look what you did…”

“Are you going to cry?”

“No! Maybe.” Shego looked down at the little sleeping baby. “I think so, yeah.”

“I was so scared that our sitch with Gemini might have hurt her. I mean them.” Kim blinked. “I’m still absorbing the fact that there are two of them!”

“Same here, either them or you or both. With Gemini and having twins, I mean. That son of a bitch.” Shego was steaming. “If he’d hurt either of you, I’d have killed him.”

“If he’d have hurt these two, I wouldn’t have blamed you.”

They both looked up and beheld each other, carefully holding their precious bundles but each focusing entirely on the other. They had been foes, enemies, rivals and ultimately lovers and partners in a relationship that would never… could never be fully explained or catalogued beyond anyone but themselves… and at this moment reached a new level of that pairing that neither could have envisioned until right now.

“Sheila…”

“Please don’t call me that. That life is dead and gone.”

“Shego, I can’t describe exactly what I’m feeling but I know that I don’t want it to end. Ever.” Kim let the child suckle at her breast and regarded the woman sitting across from her. “I swear to you that I will be the best mother that I can to these girls. I… I’ll need help, because this is the first time in my life that I have no idea what I’m doing!”

“Princess, I…”

“No, please.” Kim swallowed her anxieties. “Let me get this out. I know that I’m always saying that I can do anything and that I usually run off on my own to handle the sitch. What I know about this sitch,” she gently shifted the bundle in her arms, “is that I can’t, that I don’t want to, handle this sitch without you. I want the four of us to be a family! If what we’ve had up to now was as wonderful as it felt, I want it even more now that we have them with us.” Hormones or not, she sniffled and had no free hands to do anything about the tear that crawled down her cheek. Neither did Shego; she didn’t sniffle but her eyes were just as wet.

“Kimmie, I swear to you now that I will do anything and everything in my power to keep our girls safe. You, too.” The weight of the child in her arms gave Shego a strength that she’d never felt before. “I want nothing more… Hell, I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want to be a family with you and these love bunnies. If you can ever forgive me for what I had to do with…”

“There is nothing to forgive.”

“But…”

“These are our children, yours and mine. Shego, I need to hear you say it.”

“But…”

“It’s the only way that we can truly be their parents. Equally and together.”

“…”

“Say it. For both of us.”

“They are our children.” Shego waited for a bolt of lightning to strike her. After a few seconds, she guessed that no higher authorities objected. “I promise to do my best, too, to be a good mother. I’m not so sure that they won’t be able to tell who’s better at it…”

“Shego!”

“Kim, chill. I said it and I meant it. It’s just that I never expected to be a mother and all evidence shows that I can’t bear children.” It would always sting to hear those words. “It was a factor that I’d written out of my life, so be patient with me while I learn to accept that dreams really do come true.” This time she did sniffle, and Kim handed her a tissue from a nearby tray.

“Oh, baby, of course!” Nothing more was said for a bit as they each measured the endless possibilities of their new universe. Kim waited until the child at her breast started fussing to say anything.

“I wonder what it’ll be like.”

“What specifically?” Shego moved to the edge of her chair so that they could better exchange infants; Kim accepted the tiny redhead while former villain prepared to burp Sheki.

“These two having two mothers.”

“It’s been done before, sweetheart.”

“Not around Middleton!” Kim inspected the tiny face of Kasy and wondered why the red hair didn’t look more out of place with the pale green skin

“You might be surprised.”

“I suppose.”

“Will they call us both ‘Mommy’?”

“Actually, I thought that I’d be Mommy and you’d be Momma.”

“Kind of a minor distinction, don’t ya think?”

“It sounds good enough to me.” The redhead made a coughing noise and Shego watched as Kim’s head sank down and saw the narrow shoulders quiver.

“Kimmie? What’s wrong?” Curiosity turned to brief worry when there was no immediate answer, but the reason became clear when Kim raised her head; the teen had been chuckling and the laughter had caught in her throat, making it impossible to talk. Kim’s grin was huge and her emerald eyes sparkled.

“What’s so funny?”

“‘Love bunnies’?”

“Yeah! So?”

“That’s hilarious!”

“Watch it!”

“Shh, Shego. You’ll upset the babies.” Kim bent low and mock whispered to little Kasy. “Mommy and Momma just wuvs their wittle wuv bunnies!”

“You better stifle that, Pumpkin, or ‘Momma’ is gonna pound your fat ass!”

“Give me a few weeks to get back in shape and you’re welcome to try!”

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“No.”

Kim blinked in confusion and looked down the length of the sofa. She had been sitting at one end and talking for the last hour, dressed in her pink sweater and jeans, barefoot with her legs drawn up and sipping tepid cocoa, facing her wife and daughters as they reclined together at the opposite end of the sofa. The girls were leaning back against their Momma’s long body and had been listening raptly for the entire time… but were now shaking their heads in unison and with mutual expressions of doubt.

Shego’s brow furrowed and she gently guided their heads around to see them better.

“What do you mean, ‘no’?”

“I don’t buy it.” Sheki took her final sip off soda and passed the glass to her sister.

“Me, neither,” said Kasy, polishing off the rest and setting the glass down.

The taller woman swung her legs down off the sofa and faced her daughters full on. Shego’s mouth hung open for a few seconds before she found her voice.

“But… but… but…”

“It’s the truth!” The older redhead finished for her spouse.

“Thank you, Pumpkin. And it is!”

“Pixie Scout’s honor!”

“What do you mean, you don’t buy it?”

“It makes no sense, Momma.”

“None whatsoever.”

“The old story sounds more feasible than this one did.”

All Kasy got was Kim’s blank look.

“Oh, Mom, you remember. It’s the one where the evil Blue Troll…”

“… had the Emerald Witch enslaved by a magic spell and…

“… he made the witch bite you, but that made her become good…”

“… and she magically turned into Momma while it made Mommy…”

“… pregnant with us.”

Kim’s smile was broad as she stretched out her leg and tickled the bottom of Shego’s own bare feet with her toes.

“That was a good one, wasn’t it?”

“Frelling-A.” The pale green woman drank from her own soda. “I don’t think that we ever had to think so fast in our lives.”

“So what’s the sitch, munchkins? You two stinkers have been pestering us for days about when you were born.” Kim regarded her progeny. “What’s so hard to believe?”

Kasy held out her slender hands, counting off a point with her fingers.

“For one, teen pregnancy.”

“Mm, yeah? What about it?”

“You didn’t make it sound so bad.”

At one end of the sofa, the former villain had the equivalent of a petit mal seizure; she screwed her eyes shut and clapped her hands to the sides of her head.

“GHAA!! Kimmie! Crazy talk!”

“Shego! Shego, it’s ok! She didn’t mean it.” Cushions were grabbed and thrown at the twins, catching them mostly about the head. “You did NOT just say that!” She gestured at the despondent woman rocking back and forth. “Just look what you did!”

“… happy place, happy place…”

“Sorry!”

“But it’s true.”

“Exactly how did I make teenage pregnancy sound ‘not so bad’?!”

Kasy continued to count off points with her fingers, but it was Sheki that spoke first.

“You finished your education and…”

“… graduated with honors. You also…”

“… got a job working with ‘GJ’ along with…”

“… Momma catching bad guys.” The girl cocked a thumb at Shego; the former villain was hugging herself and still rocking back and forth.

“… happy place, happy place…”

“Everything turned out great for you.”

“You always make it sound like the end of the world.”

Kim took a very deep breath and let out very slowly.

“I… had the benefit of… an amazing support system. Most girls don’t. My life was never the same after that.” She caught herself, knowing how that could be interpreted. “It wasn’t terrible, but I was way too young and immature for that kind of responsibility.” She leaned up and scooted closer, taking them each by the hand. “Being a mother has been the best thing that could ever happen to me… just not that early, not so soon. Please promise me that you won’t…”

“Mom, please! We already had ‘The Talk’, remember?”

“You already had us make that promise.

“To you and Momma, both.”

“We won’t break it.”

“We’re good girls.” They were both nodding in unison. The mother gave their hands an assured squeeze.

“You don’t have to tell me that. I know you are, so does…” Kim looked past her daughters at the figure behind them. “Shego? SHEGO! It’s ok, we’re good now.”

The older woman removed her hands from the sides of her head and opened her eyes.

“We’re good?”

“Yep.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yep.”

“No more crazy talk?”

“Nope.”

“Good.” She visibly relaxed. “Plasma-resistant chastity belts are hard to find.”

“Momma!”

“I’m just saying…” The older woman snagged a magazine from the floor and let the pages fall open at random.

Kim knew that she would need to provide additional assurance for her mate before the woman would truly calm down; Shego trusted the girls as much as Kim did but ‘Momma’ tended to be a bit reactionary and paranoid when it came to their daughters. The jarring sound of a car horn disrupted the conversation and the twins burst into action; each flipped and tumbled away from the sofa, scrambling for coats and purses. Shego looked around at the activity with bemusement and Kim checked the clock to verify the time.

“What’s the sitch?”

“Dinner and movie night at the Mall.”

“… with Alexaaaaaaaaander!” Kasy added from the foyer.

“Kas, you are SUCH a poopie-head!”

“He’s your booooooyfriend!”

“Turd!”

“Sheki, language. Kasy, don’t tease.”

“Sorry, Mom.” Kasy gave her sibling a playful nudge in the ribs to show that she’d been joking.

“Yes, ma’am.” Sheki stuck out her tongue at her twin but flashed an embarrassed smile to prove that she wasn’t really upset.

“You two sit in a completely different row on the other side of the theatre from that boy!”

“Shego!”

“He’s a menace!”

“Baby, we love that boy. He’s not a menace, he’s always been a perfect gentleman around the girls, all three of them know the proper way to behave and we’ve talked about this!”

“No need to shout.” Shego rolled her eyes as the twins giggled and Kim shook her head in feigned disgust; they did love that boy, as much as if he were their own, but the former villain’s overprotective side wore many faces.

“Anyway, who’s driving?”

“Bon-bon.” They lost themselves in the flurry of motion of their offspring ‘til both girls were prepared and ready to leave for the evening; the adults remained on the sofa as the youngsters reached the door.

“Make sure that you listen to Aunt Bonnie and do everything she says, please and thank you.”

“Mom! We’re not babies anymore! We’re…”

“… fifteen and almost grown up!”

“Believe me, I know. See the gray mixed in with the red? Humor me, ok?”

“We will.”

“Then have fun.”

“Spank’n!”

“Thanks, Mom!” They each kissed their mother’s cheek in turn.

“You’d better hang on a moment, ‘cause you know your Momma’s gonna want…”

“Hey! Where’s my kiss!?”

The twins were quick to return to Shego’s side but it would never be fast enough when a kiss was at stake; strong arms lashed out and hooked the waistband of Sheki’s skirt and Kasy’s belt before they were able to close the distance. She tugged them forwards and pulled them down on top of her and shifted her arms to pin them against her sides. What proceeded was one of the fiercest hugs that could ever be bestowed upon one human being by another.

“I love you SO MUCH!” Ribs protested against the crushing power. “You two be careful and watch out for freaks. If anyone screws with you…”

Kim’s half-hearted admonition of ‘language’ went unheard.

“… then you make with the plasma and tell ‘em that you’ll burn their wee-wee’s off.”

“EWW!”

“GROSS!”

Kim saw little cause in salvaging the sitch.

“Don’t forget to be proper ladies around Alexander, either.”

The girls were halfway out the door when they turned back to their parents.

“There was one other thing.”

“Hm?”

“About the story.”

“And that was…?”

“Momma acting all…”

“… cutsie an’ stuff!”

“That was wack.”

“Wiggity wack.”

“Hey!” Shego’s eyes flew wide open and she sat up.

“Really! Who’d believe that?”

“As if!”

“And wanting to hold babies?”

“What’s up with that?”

“So not!”

“OUT!” Their older parent growled and thrust her finger towards the front door. “Out! Get out of my house!” The girls were laughing mischievously and they pulled the door shut behind them. The adults sat in silence, lost in their own thoughts, as they listed to the sound of car doors being opened and closed, and of the vehicle backing out of their driveway and taking to the street. Shego let a corner of her magazine droop, all the better to see her Princess.

“So what do we do now, old woman?”

“Old? Who’s old?”

“Well, I don’t mean to be crude, but you ain’t getting any younger.”

“Old, my ass!”

“… and the rest of you.”

“I am NOT old.” Kim breathed on her nails and buffed them on her sweater. “And neither is the hawt young thang I’m married to.”

“How long they gonna be gone?”

“At least three hours.”

“So… what do we do now?”

“I dunno.” Kim lazily twirled an errant lock of red hair around her finger. “What do you wanna do?”

“I dunno.” Shego frowned and dropped her magazine. It slid to the floor and she looked around the living room. “Watch TV?”

“Naw. Howzabout a movie?”

“Naw.”

“Howzabout THE movie?”

“Naw.” Emerald eyes narrowed. “Hungry?”

“Sure. For what?”

“That place still open where I got you that burger?”

“You mean that triple-decker with cheese, onions and barbeque sauce?”

“That’s the one.”

“Mmmm. Sounds great, but baby, that’s an awful lot of burger for a little girl like me!”

“We’d have to work up an appetite first.”

“I think that we can manage.” Kim stretched and purred. “Get over here.”

“I would,” the older woman massaged her sides. “Except for that old injury I got when I was kicked into an antenna. It hurts when it’s raining.”

“Shego, it’s a beautiful evening!”

“It’s gotta be raining somewhere. You get over here!”

“No, you.”

“You!”

Kim snarled and leaned forward, grabbing Shego by the ankles.

“I said, come here!” Lithe, strong muscles flexed and the former villain felt herself being pulled inexorably towards her spouse. Shego clutched desperately at her magazine in mock terror as slender arms tugged on her legs; it wasn’t that often that Kimmie initiated sexual playtime, but it always meant something special and rambunctious.

“Help!”

“You love it.”

Shego threw her arm across her face just as the redhead began pulling the older woman’s jeans off.

“Somebody save me!”

“Get over it.”

“I’m about to be molested and ravaged by a sexual fiend!”

“Hey, I’m buying you a burger.” Kim had the jeans of and balled them up; they were tossed into a corner and the younger woman set her sight on the black lace panties her mate favored. Shego found it hard to look indignant as her breath quickened in anticipation.

“So that’s all I’m worth to you? A burger?”

“No. I think of you as an appetizer.” Slender fingers hooked the elastic waistband and deftly peeled the thin fabric away.

“Puh- please and thank you, Kimmie.” She felt lips bushing the inside of her thighs while the fingers continued to probe and fondle and forewarn of excitations to come.

“… don’t… ngh… don’t tear them… they were a gift from… from you…”

“Shush.” Nevertheless, Kim Possible carefully set the fragile item aside. “Appetizers don’t talk.”

The End