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Green / stupid DA file size limitation breakdown Part 1Author: The Humbug
Disclaimer: “Kim Possible” and all related 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. You can blame the rest of this on me.
Rating: PG-13 for intimations of a physical relationship and blatant, intimate contact between consenting adult females. This should also cover a little harsh language but I have no idea how it will address the issue of four naked women together in a bathtub. Any action or adventure found in this tale is entirely in your own imagination. If this will offend you, please read something else and then seek professional help.
Summary: This is a Kigo pairing and a tale within my ‘Who’s Writing This Crap?’ storyline. Kasy Ann and Sheki Go Possible are the creations of NoDrogs and I dedicate this tale to Mag for her artwork of the same name. That image is to be found at www.deviantart.com/deviation/26937870/ her DA page and is the inspiration for this story.
Green
“WHEEEEEEEEE!”
The slender hand encased within its black glove gripped the handle of the grappling gun tighter as its owner reached the high point in the arch of her swing. This brought the petite form far above her monstrous opponent and well out of reach from its grasping claws. The huge robot cut loose with a din much like two steam locomotives being turned inside out and grabbed for Kim Possible with long, segmented arms.
“Kimberly Ann Possible! Get your scrawny butt down here RIGHT BY GOD NOW!”
With these words Shego spun and kicked the legs out from underneath four of the attacking thugs and they landed hard against the rough-hewn floor of the underground lair. The men were well trained and well armed and had originally outnumbered the independent Global Justice agents nearly seven to one… but none of them were as pissed as Shego was right then. Her fists flared with raging plasma and she gathered her hands together just long enough to condense one of those fields into a sphere; she lobbed it in the general direction of two other charging henchmen and its instability caused it to burst with the force of a concussion grenade and the men were propelled backwards from the blast. They remained on the stone floor where they had fallen, dazed and insensate. With all of the others unconscious and no other foes in her immediate reach, the green and black clad woman lifted her gaze again to a spot some thirty odd feet over her head.
“I mean it! NOW!”
“Aww… you never let me have any fun!” Kim twisted in midair so that her metallic nemesis failed to snag her with its steel talons. The hook on the other end of the grappling tether was anchored deeply into the iron hide of the automaton and its weight of approximately six tons made the traditional ‘David and Goliath’ comparison appropriate. For all their vast difference in size, Kim had managing to cause significant damage to the machine as well as focus its attention away from Shego.
Shego didn’t feel any more relieved.
“Leave it alone and let’s blow this Popsicle stand!”
Kim didn’t answer. With an enormous grin on her face she pulled herself hand over hand, bringing herself ever closer along the stretched tether and on her next pass she brought her legs in sharply, ramming both feet onto the side of the robot’s head. The caricature of a face felt no pain but the ocular lenses rattled within their housing as the robot’s head rang like a massive bell. The robot staggered from the disruption she had caused to its visual sensors and she released the slack from the tether and centrifugal force pulled her back out of reach before it could react. She did all of this without much thought.
A well-seasoned pro while still in her teens, Kim Possible wasn’t even into her mid-twenties yet and still showed no signs of losing her touch. This isn’t to say that she was over-confident, especially since this little adventure was just one of the first since her official return to the heroic life. She had taken a voluntary leave of absence of just over one year from being the premier Independent Operative for Global Justice; her reasons were to recover from a severe injury while in the loving care of her family and friends.
But now she was back in the game… and it was driving Shego crazy.
Global Justice had first learned of this cadre of would-be terrorists and their ‘automaton of doom’ just a short time ago but it had taken hours to learn how serious the ‘master plan’ really was. Tracking them down to their secret lair had taken considerable time, also. While Team Possible hurriedly made baby-sitting arrangements for the twins and cadged a quick ride through the auspices of Wade Load, full details of the thugs’ hidden lair were downloaded into both Kimmunicator and Shegophone alike. When the women had first inspected the secret underground lair Kim had wondered aloud how there could be so many secret underground lairs to be found in the mid-west.
“Cheaper property values, Pumpkin. It’s prime real estate but some loser is always looking to flip something for below market value to make up for some other failed investment,” Shego had opined as the henchmen had first circled to cover the intruders from all sides. “That’s why the Doc and I always stuck around Colorado.”
“I thought that was for the skiing.” Kim grinned and cracked her gloved knuckles in anticipation.
“Oh, well, there was that, yeah…” The former villain nodded thoughtfully and the ladies went to work. That had been almost a full hour ago and now Shego was ready to go home. Her rambunctious wife had other plans.
“No more fudge for you! EVER! Seriously!” Shego’s voice rose harshly in the dim chamber.
“Oh, like I ever get the chance to eat fudge!” Kim avoided yet another claw strike and continued to swing around, firmly anchored to the robot, in a seemingly random pattern. “With you in the house, fudge never survives for very long!”
The emerald glare of the former villain narrowed viscously but not so much that she didn’t see some stealthy movement out of the corner of her eye; there was still one remaining henchman. Spinning around and charging straight at him, the hapless man never even had time to draw a bead on his attacker with his weapon. Closing the gap with a leap, she flipped and landed directly before him and her hands reached out; in less time than it took to say ‘Jack Robinson’ his gun was shredded and his masked helmet was cloven in two, the smoking halves dropping away from where a razor-sharp talon had sliced it clean through with the help of a little tightly focused plasma heat. With one hand still ignited and glowing with green death, Shego doused her other hand and grabbed the shocked man, yanking him closer.
“Why did I have to fall madly in love with the ‘girl who could do anything’? WHY!?” She released an exasperated blast of breath and thrust her pointing finger at the gyrating form overhead; Kim just kept laughing and dodging deathblows from the massive, metallic, menacing monstrosity as she swung around the lair. “She never listens, she never admits defeat!” Shego shook the man like a rag doll.
“Uh… uh… uh…”
“Do you see what I have to put up with? Do you?!”
“Um…”
“No, I suppose you don’t.” Shego shook her head with disgust and extinguished the plasma field from her other hand, slapping her open palm against the man’s forehead hard enough to ring his chimes and knock him out cold. “I can’t believe that I used to hang with guys like you all the time...” Looking back down the vast central chamber, she noticed the gigantic machine swatting at her petite spouse as if the redhead were little more than an annoying fly. She promptly ignored the unconscious man and cupped her hands around her mouth, yelling up at her wife. “Kimmie, I said get down from there!”
No response was forthcoming.
“I mean it!”
“So not the drama!” Kim landed and came to a full stop on the metallic beast’s chest; she moved quickly and withdrew the lipstick laser from her mission satchel with her free hand. There were already several deep lacerations in the machine’s chest plate that she had sliced open with the crimson beam and Kim was about to add one more to the collection… when she noticed a massive steel claw poised above her, ready to strike. Shego noticed too and she actually became a little paler.
“KIM!!”
Lifting the non-skid soles of her footwear away from the robot, the petite redhead simply dropped and slid free from the chest of the machine to dangle at the end of the loose tether once more. Kim was nowhere near the spot when the claw struck down and sparks began to fly as the robot damaged its own internal workings from the mistimed attack.
Good one, Princess, thought Shego… but no way was she letting Kim distract her.
“If you don’t get down here right now, I’ll… I’ll… I’ll never let you watch ‘American Starmaker’ ever again!” Shego crossed her arms across her chest and stamped her foot. “Ever!”
“… gonna buy me… some bling bling…” Kim kicked away from a nearby wall in time for one of the robot’s claws to impact against it, damaging the talons and rendering it useless as both a weapon and as an ersatz hand. Huge feet crashing down at the end of towering legs, the robot began to lurch around and Kim was again swinging at the end of her anchored tether, a grand smile flashing on her bright face.
“… listen’n to the naked mole rap…!”
“Damn it, Kim… I’M TELLING YOUR MOTHER!!”
“Oooh… Shego… I’m slipping!” Using her full momentum to swing high in the air above the floundering machine, Kim looked down to her wife with an uncharacteristic expression of panic. Shego caught her breath as Kim reached the peak of the arch and opened her hand… and deftly switched her grip on the grappling tether to her other hand with the greatest of ease.
“Never mind!”
“GHAA!” Green eyes blazed as hot as the fiercest plasma field. “That is IT!” She planted her feet firmly and with her plasma fields extinguished Shego held her head up and rammed her fists against her hips. “Kimberly Ann Possible… if you do not come down here RIGHT NOW… there will be no more ‘Empress and the Slave Girl’!”
That got Kim’s attention.
“Oh… nuts. Alright.” Still swinging, her movements were less random now and her attention was fully upon her spouse. “If you’re inclined to listen, I have a plan on how to bring this bruiser down!”
“Bullshit! The plan is that you get down from there and I blast him with a plasma sphere!”
“No good, baby, trust me...” Kim managed to avoid the robot’s remaining claw. Even with as much internal damage as it must surely have by now, the lumbering hulk was still a menace. “I’m the distraction today… if not for me it would have crushed you long ago while you were busy with those henchmen!”
As if to prove her point, Kim gave one last yank on the tether and used the momentum to bring herself up and level with the broad shoulders of the robot, each contoured ledge as broad as a Cadillac. She grabbed the side of the machine’s head and it immediately ceased to stagger about; true enough, now that Kim had ceased to occupy the robots attention, it was scanning the floor for Shego. Feeling suddenly exposed and uncomfortably vulnerable, Shego sprinted across the open space of the demolished lair and skidded to a halt behind a damaged bank of equipment to avoid being noticed. Unable to see her younger spouse, Shego was forced to call out to her from the impromptu hiding place.
“So your idea is what?”
“I keep it busy with a little more ‘webslinging’ and you blast its head off.” Not bothering to wait for a reply, Kim jumped away from the machine. Kicking with both legs and arching her back, she started to whirl faster and faster in a flat arch around the head of the enormous robot. Shego watched as Kim built up more and more speed and, as the tether began to wrap around the sensor package of their mechanized foe, the taller woman had to admit that her bride had a decent plan.
“Pumpkin, did you stop to think that I just might hit you by mistake?” Shego re-ignited her plasma fields as Kim’s tether began to loop around the robot’s head.
“Nope!” The coils built up and the robot clawed blindly for his opponent and Kim slowly drew closer as the tether ran out, coming ever closer to the limit of the robot’s deadly reach.
“Your faith in me is staggering!” The reformed villain took careful aim and prepared to fire.
“Yep!” Speed increasing with each revolution, Kim spun ever closer to the deadly machine. What she could not see was that the two arms of the robot had raised and both the damaged and undamaged claws were poised directly on either side of its own massive head. The arms flexed back and quivered as if they were arrows nocked in a crossbow.
“When would it be a good time for me to do this?” The plasma field grew stronger and Shego started to feel the pain from her own heat as the field began to lose stability. The woman noticed the raised claws but there would be no time or chance to do anything else about them.
“Right… about…” Kim gauged her speed and the closing distance and prepared to let go.
“You’d better be ready to fly, Pumpkin!”
“NOW!”
Several things happened at once. Shego released a plasma blast so powerful that her fingers went numb and Kim released her grip on the tether ONLY once she was certain that the blast was on its way. The robot, blinded yards of coiled tether around its head, brought its arms together in one final effort to crush the nuisance that had been pestering it once and for all. As a result, what systems weren’t fried beyond recognition from the plasma strike were pulverized beyond salvage by the tremendous impact. With no sensors or electronic brain to interpret and process data, the metallic beast stopped moving of its own volition and sagged like a marionette whose strings had been cut; the robot collapsed where it had been standing and fell to the concrete slab below.
Shego crossed the distance to the base of a nearby wall and glared upwards.
“Why did you wait to let go!?”
“Well… I wanted to make sure you’d hit the target!” Kim had flown through the air and had grasped at the wall with all of her strength, desperate not to drop away. Her ears were still ringing from the explosion and the force of the blast at her back had driven the air from her lungs and left her a little dazed as she slowly climbed down to the floor of the lair. She looked up and grinned as Shego’s scowl deepened.
“And you did! Great job!” Kim stretched her limbs to work out the aches in her strained muscles.
“You are in such trouble when we get home!”
“Yes, my Empress.” Kim looked up at her coyly.
“Cut that out, I mean it!” Shego felt her anger withering beneath the emerald gaze, so much like her own. Why had she been cursed with loving a woman with as much stamina as she had, and who seemed to have more energy at the end of a mission than when it began? Even now, Kim was moving closer to her.
“My Empress is displeased…”
“Kimmie… Kim, you stay right where you are!”
“Allow this unworthy slave to give my Empress pleasure.” She was almost purring.
“Oh, no! No! Don’t you come near me with that look in your eyes!” The mighty Shego actually took a few steps back.
“Let me show my Empress how we pleasure ourselves down in the slave quarters…”
“Ghaa!” Shego bolted and Kim was close on her heels. It took the redhead almost five minutes to catch her wife and it took almost another half hour before they vacated the lair.
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“Princess, you’re being awful quiet back there. Are you Ok?”
“Oh, yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Not sore, are you?”
“Oh, not any more. I didn’t hit the wall all that hard.”
“No, doofus…” Shego giggled. “I meant from afterwards!”
“Well, I wouldn’t be so tired if you hadn’t made me catch you first!”
“If it makes you feel any better, you gave me such a going-over that I wish my seat had a little more padding!”
The hover sled was one of the smaller models, with barely enough seating for two and very little room for additional supplies. Its greatest value was in being available at a moments notice and Team Possible had been given carte blanche access to it by Global Justice. Shego was by far the more accomplished flier of the two and was in the front seat with Kim belted in behind her. The flight out had been long and they were not quite halfway home.
“So what are you doing?”
“Well… I’ve used the Kimmunicator to draft a report of our mission. I’ll hand it over to you later for your review and input before we forward it on to ‘GJ’. I went ahead and let ‘GJ’ know that they can send in the ‘Cleaners’ and I also called Monique and let her know how late we’d be getting home.”
“Oh. Ok. I thought I’d heard you talking to someone and I knew that it wasn’t me.” Shego smirked. “How are the girls? Did they run Auntie Monique ragged?”
“No, she says that they were as good as gold.”
“Hm… we’d better make sure that our fire insurance is up to date.” Silence, without a direct response to either attempt at humor. “Pumpkin, are you sure you’re Ok?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“You really are being vewy, vewy qwiet back there.”
“You’re flying.”
“So?”
“You don’t like to talk when you’re flying.”
“What? Kimmie, I’ll talk to you!”
“I don’t want to bother you.” You could have hung a coat on the heavy sigh that followed.
Oh, for the love of… Shego never could predict when the mood pendulum would swing back in the other direction. It was a fact only known to Shego and a young man named Ron Stoppable that the famous ‘girl who could do anything’ tended to crash hard after the adrenaline wore off.
“Kim, I could do this with my eyes closed. What time will it be when we get back?”
“Late. Almost Midnight.”
“Too late for much of anything, huh?” Neither woman was much of a night owl since the birth of the twins; each was more than happy to schedule their waking hours around those of their daughters Kasy Ann and Sheki Go Possible. “How about a long soak in the tub before bed? You know that it takes me forever to relax enough for sleep after a few hours of flying, so does that sound Ok to you?”
“Spank’n!” Kim’s pleasure was palpable, making the older woman smile in relief.
“So just sit back and listen to some music ‘til we get home.”
“No thanks.” Kim always hated feeling useless. It made her feel like baggage.
“Kim, I know for a fact that you’ve got some tunes stored on that thing! Make yourself comfortable.”
“But you can’t be comfortable.”
“But YOU can! Don’t deprive yourself just because I’m occupied!”
“But…”
“Your Empress commands it!” Shego was not able to turn around in her seat but she heard movement from the back and felt a brief stroke, a mere tug, against her long hair as her Princess reached forward and brushed it gently with the palm of her hand. Kim was silent for the rest of the flight and Shego increased their speed a little to shorten the ride home.
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There was only one downstairs light on at the Possible residence when the hover sled settled onto the grass of the spacious backyard. Careful not to crush any toys or Kasy’s tricycle, Shego landed the vehicle and let the steady hum deteriorate into a faint whine as internal dynamos slowed to a halt. She popped the canopy and waited for Kim to clamber over the rim of the hover sled before raising herself from the cramped seat and following her wife down. She actually stumbled in the last rung of the tiny ladder.
“Shego, are you alright?” Caught off guard by this uncharacteristic display of imbalance, Kim’s green eyes held no small amount of concern. The older woman frowned and ran her fingers through her mass of black hair, scratching at her head before answering.
“Pumpkin, I’m just dead on my feet, is all.” In the meager light from the new Moon, Shego’s greenish white face almost seemed to glow. Its light caught her eye and she turned to smirk at the younger woman. “That reminds me, did Wade finally manage to alter those files?”
Kim’s initial reply was a scowl.
“Yes… after he released a special ‘worm’ through the Intranet. Every digitally recorded image of the north rim of the Plato crater taken after that day will appear to be normal.” Her expression softened. “Anything else will look like a badly faked photograph.”
“So it’s our little secret.” Shego giggled.
“You are such a romantic goober.”
“But I’m your goober!” She leaned against Kim and the hero pretended to ward her off.
“Are you sure that you really want to get in the tub so late?” The black and olive drab color scheme of Kim’s mission clothes made her all but invisible in the dark but her hair shone like copper in the moonlight.
“My body is exhausted but my brain is still working overtime and my reactions are still in flight mode. Trust me, a hot bath with a hot woman are just what the doctor ordered.” Nonetheless the former villain let her spouse give her a little guidance and support when they walked to the rear deck and the screen door. The glass displayed an equal part of both dining room and kitchen and the single lamp was suspended over the broad countertop that usually served as breakfast table for the Possible family… and occasionally a recreation spot for the adults. Right now it was being used for something much more mundane. Kim walked across the wooden deck and raised her small hand to rap on the stile.
“Wait, Kim, you’ll freak her out!”
“I called ahead, remember? And she had to have heard something when we landed.”
“Maybe, but do you remember how she jumped when we came home late that other time?”
“Yes, but that was because you held your glowing hand under your face and grinned through the window like an evil spectre!” Kim completed her action and knocked. “That would freak anyone out!”
“Oh, yeah. Heh…” Shego grinned and Kim frowned at her but the figure seated at the kitchen counter simply raised her head and stood; the dark skinned woman calmly walked to the patio door and admitted them entry.
Monique smiled as Kim walked through the doorway and gave her a hug.
“Hey, Sista Girl!”
“Hey, White She-Devil!”
“Monique…” Shego stayed in the background and only entered after the younger women moved apart.
“Hey, Green She-Devil!”
It was Shego’s turn to frown as Kim and her friend giggled at the former thief’s expense and bounced around like they were still in high school. Pretending to be disgusted, the tall woman strode past them and headed for the kitchen; she opened the refrigerator and grabbed two apples while her wife joked and talked with Monique back in the living room. Their conversation became clearer when they, too, entered the kitchen.
“… didn’t give them a bath, so they fussed a little.”
“That’s Ok.” Kim nodded. “At their age we don’t bathe them every night because it would make their skin too dry.”
“So after that we colored a little and we danced to some of their children’s music. That tired them out a bit. Then we watched a little TV. Not too much, but I think that the ‘Mr. Sit Down’ song has been permanently engraved in my brain!” The young black woman smiled. Shego flinched a little as she finished her first apple and Kim rolled her eyes; only Kim knew why Shego hated to watch Mr. Sit Down.
“So they went down Ok for you?”
“Ain’t no thang, baby girl.” Monique made a show of inspecting her manicured nails and buffing them across her collar. “Auntie Monique had eva’thang nailed down. Two nursery rhymes and they were out like a light.” She cocked her hip and struck a pose of supreme confidence. The same age as Kim and just a little taller with a fuller figure, Monique had chocolate brown skin and rich ebony hair that glowed with life. She and Kim had been friends for years despite the difference in color and the fact that while Kim’s decision to take an after-school job had been by choice, any hopes for extra money made it a necessity for Monique. A common ground was reached when Kim was hired to work for Monique in a subordinate position at their favorite clothing store.
Now that all three women were in the kitchen, Kim’s eyes lit upon the paperwork resting on the counter next to a glass of iced tea and one remaining peanut butter cracker.
“Ooo… is that the Manager’s Exam for Club Banana?” Kim’s eyes lit up. “You finally asked to take it?”
“Yeah, and it’s finished. I turn it in tomorrow.” Monique grinned nervously. “And hope for the best.” Kim wasted no time in closing the gap between them and placing her hands on her friend’s shoulders. Shego watched hem closely but remained silent as she finished her second apple.
“You will absolutely perfect as manager! You can’t possibly fail!”
“Maybe, but can I borrow your ‘anything’s possible for a Possible’ motto when I hand it over to my boss?”
“Better still, I nominate you for membership in the Possible family! All in favor say ‘aye’.”
“Aye!” Monique smiled and rolled her eyes.
“Aye!” Kim winked at her and waited… and then waited some more. Finally she looked around her friend at the lounging figure of her wife where Shego leaned against the counter in apparent boredom.
“Shego?”
“Oh, for crying out loud…”
“Shego!” Kim stared hard from beneath lowered eyelids.
“You are such a goofball, Princess.” The older woman looked at Monique meaningfully. “They’re all goofballs. You don’t want to be a member of this family.”
“Shego… your Empress commands it.” Kim’s stare softened as her spouse blushed a deep, bruised color.
“Ok! Ok! Aye!” Shego moved to the sink and wiped apple juice from her gloves before stomping past them and off into another part of the downstairs. Kim looked back to her friend.
“Let me get my purse and I’ll give you a ride home.”
“Uh, Kim… about that.” Monique turned away to collect her paperwork. “I’m not going straight home yet.”
“Oh. So where would you like me to take you?”
“No where. I um…” The dark girl started to look flustered and she kept nervously brushing away strands of hair that did not exist. “I already have a ride coming to pick me up.”
Kim smelled a sitch. She crossed her arms and tilted her head in inquiry.
“Really…?”
“Mm, yeah.” The young woman avoided making eye contact, pretending instead to be absorbed in inspecting her purse.
“Anyone I know?”
“Well…”
An electronic chirping filled the air and Kim whipped out her Kimmunicator faster than you could say ‘Pavlov’.
“You’re up late, Wade. What’s the si…”
“Sorry, Kim. That’s mine.” Brow furrowed and with an embarrassed grin, Monique withdrew a small device of her own. It was deep red with silver accents. “He, uh, dubbed it the ‘Monigraph’.” She thumbed the activation switch and spoke into the small machine as Kim looked on in thinly veiled shock.
“Hey, Wade.”
“Mr. Big to Foxy Mama… come in Foxy Mama!” It helped a little that Wade Load’s voice had deepened substantially now that he was a little older. That and a growth spurt in the last two years had made the five-year age difference between the young genius and Monique a little less obvious.
“You there, Foxy Mama?”
Kim had turned a bright crimson as a direct side effect of her amusement and embarrassment for her friend and from the general lack of oxygen as she clamped her hands over mouth in a desperate attempt not to laugh. Monique just let her head drop and she raised the device to her mouth and replied.
“Foxy… Mama here.” She sighed.
“Has Operation Pixie Wrangler ended?”
“Yeah.”
“Great! Then Operation Late Night At The Movies can commence! I’ll have a ride out in front of their house in three minutes.”
“Great.” A dull thumping behind her alerted Monique to Kim having fallen to her knees in the living room and had taken a throw pillow from the couch and jamming it over her own face. Just at the edge of the shadows stood Shego, apparently having just returned from wherever it was that she had stomped off to. She glared at the two in bafflement as Kim tentatively pealed the pillow away from her face and Monique returned her communications device to her purse.
“Do I even want to know?”
“Uh…”
“… heh… not really… heh.” Kim coughed out the words.
“Ok.” Comfortable to just let the mystery remain so, Shego reached down and assisted Kim to her feet, pressing a wad of something into the petite redhead’s hand in the process. The wad crinkled.
“Thanks, baby… heh…” Kim wiped at her eyes and slowed her breathing, her expression having switched from humor to joy. “I think it’s great if you two are seeing each other. Have a great time and thanks for taking good care of our little angels today.” Kim handed the wad over to Monique. “Here.”
“What…?” Monique saw the numerals on the bills in her hand and her dark eyes sprang wide open. “Hey, Kim, no. I can’t take this.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s far too much, that’s why not! We’re friends, and friends…”
“… still pay their friends for services rendered. A licensed and bonded professional would cost a fortune, and there wasn’t any time to get them over to the ‘GJ’ daycare this morning.”
“’GJ’ has a daycare now?”
“Sure do. Anyway, with Ron out of town this week…”
“He’s getting hisself some Bon-Bon! Monkey-style!”
“Shego, we don’t know that!” Kim turned to stare at her spouse, the taller woman doing a little bump and grind to the amusement of their friend and babysitter. “Anyway, there’s no one that we’d rather have looking after the girls than their Auntie Monique, so this has been earned and is well-deserved.” Kim waved her hand in the general direction of the cash. “So please take it.”
“Kim, this would choke a mule!”
“So? Club Banana’s exclusive label can’t be that much cheaper with a manager’s salary or discount. Buy something nice… or several things.”
“But Kim!”
“If you don’t take the money, I’ll have to resort to force.” Kim raised her hand and snapped her fingers. Monique narrowed her gaze and was about to ask what that meant when she felt a strong hand lower onto her shoulder and give a firm squeeze.
“Youse want I should break her legs, Boss?” The threat might have held more menace if the former villain had not winked at her or the grip on her shoulder suddenly become a deep massage to her collar bone.
“That depends on her.” Kim’s emerald eyes sparkled and her grin was maniacal.
“Kim…”
“Please.” Monique promptly forgot what she had been about to say and looked at Kim in shock; the ‘please’ had come from Shego. They shared a thoughtful look before the dark beauty sighed and shrugged.
“Oh… alright! Besides, my ride is probably waiting out there for me by now.” She smiled and calmly placed the money in her purse. “Thanks, guys. I really mean it.” Her hosts escorted her to the front door; sure enough, there was a non-descript vehicle idling at the curb just one lot up the street.
“See you later?”
“Count on it!” Kim gave her quick peck on the cheek. Even Shego moved in to lightly stroke their guest’s arm with a gloved hand.
“Anytime.” Shego released Monique’s arm and stepped back to resume her hovering.
“And good luck on the manager’s exam!”
Monique thanked them and made her way towards the waiting car under the vigilant watch of Team Possible. Only when they were certain that everything was copasetic and the car drove off did Kim close the door and drag her yawning wife towards the steps. Shego made her stop just long enough to turn off the kitchen light.
“Wasn’t that Mrs. Load’s car?”
“Yep.”
“Going to fill me in on the details?”
“Nope.”
“Whatever. I get to use the bathroom first, then.” Together they half carried, half dragged each other upstairs... but only after Shego ate Monique’s remaining peanut butter cracker.
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They were as silent as church mice. They remained as still as stone and moved not a muscle; to do so would have made them too conspicuous and they couldn’t have that happen, at least not yet.
Their time would come.
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Kim risked a quick peek in at the girls and had to restrain Shego from going in. Both wanted to see, to touch, to hold their darling children but the girls would NEVER want to go back to sleep if they knew that Mommy and Momma were home. Shego stumbled off to the master bedroom while Kim started the water in the bathtub. Having already disrobed, she sat nude on the edge of the tub and lost herself in thought as the steaming water filled the basin.
The porcelain bathtub was not overly large, big enough for two to shower in intimacy or cuddle together with scant room to spare, but what held Kim’s eye this night was its color. As with many features of their modest home, the tub was green, a bright shade of lime to be precise, as was the soap dish mounted on the tile wall. The predominance of green throughout the house was Shego’s doing and Kim didn’t mind in the least. Green was the color with which her wife most closely associated herself and was also the one color, usually with black as a balance, that she was most comfortable with if not actually her favorite. Other than being able to select a perfectly coordinating outfit at Club Banana, Kim was happy to leave the interior decoration to someone else.
A light rap on the door from outside in the hall brought Kim out of her woolgathering. She turned off the water and stood.
“Come on in.”
“You decent?” The door opened slightly and Shego peeked inside. Her shoulders and arms were bare.
“Is that want you want?” As innocently as she could, Kim leaned against the sink and struck a provocative pose.
“Oooo…” The tall woman opened the door wider and stepped inside, having eyes only for the petite redhead as Kim twirled a lock of hair around her finger. “Shit. I wish I wasn’t so tired right now.” Shego had also shed her uniform and stood before her slender wife as naked as the day she was born; Kim freely admitted to herself that it made her heart beat considerably faster. She tested the clear water with her small hand.
“Bubble bath or not?”
“Not. I want to see you.” Even in her exhausted state the woman radiated lust; Kim could feel it from several feet away.
“Want to do something in the morning before we take little Abbott and Costello to the park?”
“Eh.” Shego shrugged and moved closer. “Not sure yet. Let me sleep on you.”
“’It’, baby. Let me sleep on ‘it’. Like that song by Meatloaf.”
“No. You.” She was towering over Kim now. “Let me sleep on you.”
“If you do that, I won’t be able to… mmmmmm…” There were no words to match their actions as the pale green woman reached out and encircled Kim’s lithe form within her strong arms, pulling their bodies together in less time than it takes to draw breath. Shego leant down and claimed the redhead’s mouth, her mate relinquishing it freely but only long enough to reclaim the territory and stake a claim of her own across silken, black lips. Their chests pressed tight against each other, hard ribs and muscle sorely testing the soft tissues beneath. Shego could feel a heartbeat not her own hammering a staccato rhythm into her bosom, while Kim marked time to the resonant pounding of the other’s heart against her sternum.
Shego didn’t realize that she was seated on the knitted toilet seat cover until she felt the cool touch of the water tank on her back and the hot pressure of her wife in her lap. Kim’s face was somewhere near her neck and hot breath burned a veil down her spine. Kim was facing her spouse and her trim thighs were wrapped around Shego’s own and her voice was ragged.
“Wow. You really are tired.”
“Mm… what? Why?”
“You normally take. When you’re tired, you give.” Shego cringed but Kim felt it and her small, firm hands were suddenly at pale green cheekbones. Nimble fingers lifted the strong chin and the older woman looked up into depthless eyes. “Hey, it’s Ok. You never take more than I’m ready to give, Ok?”
“…ok…”
“And like you’re always telling me, you don’t have to be so strong all the time.”
“But I’m the mighty Shego…” Kim felt the larger woman cling to her like a child and her protest was plaintive. “I have to be strong.”
“No you don’t.” Kim gingerly lifted herself from atop her wife’s lap and bent to guide the pale green woman up and over to the tub.
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Together the silent pair crept through the upstairs hallway and past the bathroom. They paused briefly to listen to the incomprehensible sounds they heard from the gap at the bottom of the door but soon moved on towards the stairs and the treasure that they knew was hidden on the first floor.
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“… so what you’re saying is that I’m undermining my self-esteem by trying to hold myself up against a immeasurable standard?”
“mnht”
“Ok, well, then let’s see who we know that I can compare myself with.” Kim leaned against the warm green porcelain and thought. “There’s Monique and Bonnie and Doc Betty and Vivian… not to mention you… all of whom have more up top than I have.” Kim sighed. “I mean, why wouldn’t I feel self-conscious?”
“llgh”
“Well, Monique never flaunted them specifically but I had to watch Bon-Bon bounce her way through cheerleading for five whole years.”
“bmmh?”
“I… uh… didn’t really watch her bouncing too closely…”
“nns”
“Anyway, Vivian has a great pair but no one ever took her seriously. On the other hand, Doc Betty could make even a flak jacket look sexy.”
“mrn rror mnghr”
“Why do you always have to mention my mother?”
“mmrnm nnhlg tss”
“Well, yeah, she is my mother. It only stands to reason that I’d be built like her.”
“uhnn”
“Are you kidding? She’s beautiful.”
“rmhn hllnr”
“Justine? Yes, I’m bigger than she is.” Kim glanced down. “At least.” She looked again. “Barely.”
“sssl mnghr”
“She’s no raving beauty but when she smiles her whole face lights up… yeah, you could say she’s pretty when she lets herself relax.” Kim rolled her eyes. “Ok, so you’ve made the point that being small…”
“llgh”
“Ok, sorry… that being ‘delicate’ doesn’t make a woman less attractive. But give me one example of bigger NOT being better.”
“ghnmh”
“Eww! Ok, great way to kill the moment! Sure, if you put it that way, DNAmy is packing more than you and I are, combined.” Kim shuddered and this sent out a thousand tiny ripples across the surface of the bathwater. “I have to concede that she is the perfect example of bigger NOT being better.”
“nghl”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Isn’t it the French that say the perfect breast size is one that can fit in a wine glass?”
“mmhsmm”
“What?” Kim frowned. “I didn’t get that, baby.”
“What I said was…” Shego raised her face away from Kim’s chest. “I don’t give a tin shit what the French think because for me the perfect breast size is one that I can fit in my mouth.” The former villain looked back down at the exquisite body resting beside her. “Oh, look. There’s another one right next to this one.” Shego inhaled and blew softly across sensitive skin and smiled at the involuntary reaction that occurred; Kim moaned and drew in a sharp breath of her own. “And it looks glad to see me. I think I’ll talk to it for awhile.” Shego lowered her head to Kim’s chest once again and resumed her ministrations. Kim writhed and purred.
“… please and thank you…”
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Having secured their prizes, the two stealthy thieves climbed the stairs and were prepared to return to their original starting point. It was late and they were tired but the light leaking out from underneath the bathroom door was not to be ignored. Creeping forward, one reached up to carefully turn the brass knob while the other pushed open the door. The hinges were well oiled and made no sound.
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“The water’s getting cold.” Kim reclined against the green porcelain with her eyes closed. Her breathing was in synch with the pale green form lying beside her.
“Did you want to get out?” Shego’s eyes were also closed and she could feel the call of sleep at the corners of her mind.
“Not yet… can you do that thing with your plasma?”
“As my Empress commands.” The water glowed green for a few seconds and then the light subsided, steam rising from the surface once again.
“Mmmmmm… perfect.” The reheated water sluiced through what little space could be found between their bodies, hot and soothing. Together they rested, weightless, careless…
“Tubbies?”
Two pairs of emerald eyes shot open and were greeted by two more matching pairs. All breathing ceased within the confines of the bathtub as little Kasy Ann and Sheki Go Possible smiled at their mothers in expectation. Sheki’s long black hair flowed over her pink nightshirt and her twin’s pink pajamas clashed with the unruly mop of Kasy’s red hair. They looked from one parent to the other as they waited for an answer.
“Tubbies, Mommy?”
“Momma, tubbies?”
“Uh… Kimmie?”
“Hm?”
“I’m not having a dream, am I?”
“Nope.”
“Major bustage?”
“Yep.” Kim resigned herself and returned her daughters’ smile, albeit with a shrewd cocking of her eyebrows. “What are you two doing up?”
“NUTTIN!!” Kasy had lung power the likes of which no one had ever heard before and she wasn’t afraid to use it. She bounced up and down on her bare feet, a bundle of energy.
“Nothing, Mommy!” Sheki’s confirmation was no less fervent for its lesser volume.
“It is very, very late and…” Kim felt movement. “Shego, they’ve already seen you.”
“But I could hold my breath until…”
“Hi, Momma!”
“MOMMA!!”
“Nuts.”
“I told you.” Kim looked back to her girls and ignored the larger woman that was vainly attempting to hide behind her smaller body. “It’s late and Auntie Monique tucked you in a long time ago.”
“Not sleepy.” Sheki answered and Kasy nodded in affirmation.
“Have you two been downstairs?”
“…”
“Come on, guys. You know you’re not supposed to…”
“Kim, what’s in their hands?” This would have been equally ignored had not Kim immediately noticed that, indeed, each three-year-old had her right hand drawn behind her back. As the young mother of two rambunctious and active children, Kim was used to having her daughters push the limits of their freedom and her patience but her girls were good girls and usually well-behaved.
“Ok, guys.” Shego raised herself up a little. “What’s in your…”
“Shego, wait.” Kim was afraid that the wrong question might cause the children to lie reflexively. She did not respond to her wife’s impatient stare but instead thought of another way to address the sitch. In her most motherly voice, she asked her question carefully. “Kasy, what does your sister have in her hand?”
“Huh? Kimmie, what’s…”
“COOKIE!” Kasy’s grin could not have been wider and Sheki didn’t seem the least bit upset.
“What kind of cookie does she have?” Kim didn’t expect a very detailed answer but after a few seconds of childlike deliberation Kasy answered that question as best she was able; the little redhead withdrew her own cookie out from behind her back.
“LIKE MINE!”
“Indoor voice, please.” Her soft tone matched her expression.
“Yes, Mommy.” Happy to be so helpful, Kasy moved closer to let her mother clearly see the oatmeal raisin cookie. Sheki removed her own cookie from hiding just long enough to confirm that yes, they were of the same type before tucking it back behind her nightie. Neither girl looked guilty or anxious and Kim had learned what she needed to know. She left her spouse’s side and leaned over the edge of the tub, resting her chin on her arms and facing her children directly.
“Do you remember what we talked about? About staying in bed? About taking sweets without asking?” Their expressions changed and it was apparent that they finally realized they’d been equally busted. Without having to say another word, each little girl walked to the counter and reached up on tiptoes to set their cookies beside the sink. Shego had never seen children so young actually look contrite.
“Sorry, Mommy.” Sheki only had eyes for her little green feet. Kasy seemed to feel much the same.
“Sorry.”
“Ok, then. We’re all good, right?” The twins wasted no time bouncing to the tub and jamming their little faces right up against Kim’s own.
“A’ITE!”
“KAY!”
“Hey… how come whenever you caught me stealing something you hauled me off to jail?” Shego pouted. “This is so not fair!”
“Tubbies?” Sheki could barely see over the green porcelain rim, even when she pulled herself up with her little hands. Kim didn’t see a way out but to acquiesce.
“Ok. Tubbies. Take your clothes off.”
“YAY!”
“Kim, what are you doing?” Shego raised herself up completely into a sitting position.
“They’re already up and you know they won’t go to bed now unless we give them a bath. They love the water as much as you do.”
“But… but…” The shock on the pale green face was uncharacteristic.
“Just for a few minutes and then we’ll all go to bed, Ok?” Kim glanced at Shego and wondered why the other woman was covering her breasts and had drawn her legs up tight to her pelvis; she seemed almost embarrassed at her nudity.
“… oh, alright…”
“TUBBIES!” The twins wasted no time in removing their clothes… although Sheki had a little trouble tugging her nightie over her mass of hair. She wandered blindly in a circle until Kim reached out and gave her a hand. She was about to lift the little girl up and into the water when the girl stopped her with a frown.
“I do it!”
“Baby, let Mommy help you.”
“I do it myself!”
“ME, TOO!”
“Alright!” Kim leaned away from the edge and held up her hands. “Have it your way!” As one, the children giggled and scrambled up to the top of the rim. Kim watched closely to be certain that no one slipped and fell but was proud to see that her fears were unfounded.
“Hey.”
“Hm?” Kim looked to the other end of the tub where Shego had deposited herself.
“Good one with the questions, there.” The pale green woman smirked and winked at her.
“I have my moments.” Kim winked back. Shego looked away and focused on her daughters’ attempts to scale the basin. They had been successful in reaching the summit but were now faced with lowering themselves into the water. The drop was a little farther than their comfort level allowed for and neither was as graceful now as they had been before. Shego kept one arm still covering her torso and extended the other towards the children; with one long finger, she poked Kasy in the butt.
“OW!”
“Look at this. This is ridiculous.” She pinched the green flesh.
“MOMMA! OW!” The cry was from supreme annoyance, not from pain.
“What, pray tell, are you doing?” Kim’s brow furrowed in bemusement.
“They look like little green dinner rolls.” She prodded the chubby buttock again and Kasy yelped.
“MY BUTT!”
“You try it.” She cocked her chin at Sheki who was in the same position as her sister. Kim couldn’t help herself.
“Mommy! Ow!”
“Geez, you’re right.” Kim lifted her other arm and pinched both of Sheki’s butt cheeks at the same time. “Though it’s more like a pair of un-ripened tomatoes or something.”
“Or two fat little Brussels sprouts.”
“Ow! Stop, Mommy!”
“Momma!” Twin pairs of chubby legs kicked and slid against the smooth walls of the tub while two grown women amused themselves at the expense of their daughters. Kim was the first to tire of the entertainment.
“We’d better help them or they’ll hang there all night.”
“I suppose.” Together and with no small amount of squirming from the girls, each child was pried away from the rim of the basin and gently lowered into the water. Kim and Shego received matching glares, as neither child seemed to want anything to do with the adults now that everyone was together; Kasy and Sheki remained in the center of the bathtub equidistant from either parent and massaged their prodded keisters.
“Oh, I suspect that you’ll live.” Shego spoke to them both. Kim noticed that the woman still seemed a little uncomfortable. “Who wants bubbles?”
“PEES AN ANK YOO!” The buttock torture was forgotten and joyous smiled reigned.
Shego was the closest to the bubble bath and she twisted around to snag it from the small shelf near her back. She waited until Kim had seated each child between them and had passed out washcloths before squirting a liberal portion of the liquid into the hitherto clear waters and then used her long arms and hands to swirl the substance into a hefty torrent of bubbles. The girls were now facing each other with one parent at their back, safely nestled in the crook of their mothers’ crossed legs. It was true that the twins seemed to love being in the water as much as Shego did and Kasy immediately bean slapping her plump hands down on the foamy surface.
Kim was about to comment on a familiar pattern having re-asserted itself when Sheki began fussing and wiping at her eyes in distress. It seemed that Kasy’s splashing had done some harm.
“Ow… Mommy! Soapy, Mommy! Ow!”
“Let me see, baby… “ Kim gently pulled Sheki backwards to stare upside down at her pale green face. “Oh, yes, you’ve got a little soap in your eyes. Mommy’ll fix that.” She didn’t even need to look as she reached up behind her and grabbed her washcloth that was still wet from before any soap had been added to the water; Kim tenderly cleaned away the offending soap and Sheki stopped fussing. “Is that better?”
“All better! Thank you, Mommy.” Sheki waited until Kim leaned down and gave her an upside down kiss before straightening back up to resume her play in the bubbles. Kasy had never ceased to splash everyone with suds.
“Kasy Ann Possible, you stop that right now!” Shego almost reached to grab the child’s hands. “You got soap in your sister’s eyes.” The adult probably would have physically restrained the little girl had she still not been preoccupied with keeping herself covered. Her words were heated, however, and the look on her face was hard. “This is a bathtub and not a swimming pool.”
“Shego.”
“We’ve told you a million times…”
“I’m sorry, Momma!” The tiny redhead seemed to wither and she stopped playing.
“Shego, she got the message. She said that she was sorry.” Kim spoke calmly and looked pointedly at her mate. “Just enough, remember? Not too much.”
“I…” Whatever Shego had been about to say vanished when she noticed the posture of the child on her lap; Kasy seemed very uncertain of what was going to happen next and her plump little arms were held tight to her sides. Shego sagged and closed her eyes for a moment before speaking. “Momma didn’t mean to sound mad, sweetheart.” She bent forward and rested her chin on the head of her daughter. “Momma just wants you to play nice and gentle in the tub.” She tugged playfully at the child’s perfect little green ears. “I didn’t mean to talk nasty. Ok?” Kasy looked up at her.
“Kay, Momma!” The nod was earnest and without fear.
“Hey.”
“Yes, Momma?” The little eyes were bright and clear.
“Can Momma please have some sugar?”
The child wasted no time in standing up and tottering around to give Shego a big smooch, giggling the whole time, which tends to make smooches rather messy. Shego’s giggling didn’t help. The older woman waited until her daughter had sat back down before flicking a wad of suds at her wife.
“Hey… thanks.”
“For what?”
“Reining me in. I didn’t mean to snap at her like that.”
“I know that.” Kim smiled.
“Really, I didn’t.”
“And I mean really, I know.” Kim flicked a wad of suds back at her.
“You’re so much better at this than I am.”
“Shego, stop it. That’s so not true.”
“Well, you’re certainly smoother at it.” Something grew a little tighter within her, not unlike a clock spring. “Believe me, they can tell the difference.”
“Girls!” Kim’s voice was louder and both children reacted; Kasy looked up and Sheki looked back, both in silence and with equal expectation. Kim continued. “Who’s the bestest Momma?”
Both pointed to Shego.
“Is she… pretty?”
“No, Mommy.”
“Is she… beautiful?”
“No.”
“NO!”
“Kim?”
“Well, then, what is she?” Kim’s smirk was Shego-rific. The girls threw their hands in the air.
“Hawt!
“She’s hawt, Mommy!
“HAWT!”
“Show her some love, why don’t you?” As one, they stood and grappled with the pale green woman. Kim idly ignored the hugs at the other end of the tub and wrung out her washcloth; she waited until things were quiet before looking over and inspecting her family.
“Are you Ok? Your eyes look a little red.”
“I must have gotten some soap in them.” Shego clutched the plump forms tighter as she loosened back up inside.
To Be Continued...
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I am pleased that you like it. Thanx!
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That's too bad. I like women, they're pretty cute for the most part.
And yes, Shego is HAWT!
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Thank you! Let's just say that I was inspired!
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Thanx! I hope you enjoy Part II!
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