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In With The NewAuthor: 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. You can blame the rest of this on me.
Rating: PG-13 is my basic rating for occasional combat violence and intimations of a physical relationship and intimate contact between consenting adult females. This should also cover a little harsh language now and then. If this will offend you, please read something else and then seek professional help.
Summary: This is a Kim/Shego pairing fan fiction and a New Year’s Eve story set in my ‘Who’s Writing This Crap?’ storyline. Kasy Ann and Sheki Go Possible are the creations of NoDrogs (it is with great respect that I make mention of them). Anna Lipsky is the creation of Yuri18 (poet and aspiring author, check her out at DeviantArt). Special Note: Yes, I am still using the wrong first name of ‘John’ for Dr. Mr. P.
In With The New
The week prior…
Chaos and destruction as far as the eyes could see; such was the ruin that used to be the living room of the Possible residence. Shredded paper in every color conceived by marketing firms across the globe were littering the floor, and the brave remains of pre-folded cardboard parcels bore testament to the acts of atrocity committed here this morning. The snow and ice just beyond the windowpanes made the yard outside look like a barren wasteland, but the interior of the house was cozy and warm.
“Sweetheart, why did you buy them that?”
“It looked so adorable in the shop window, I just had to get it for them!”
The furry body of a massive brown teddy bear sat in the living room looking in the general direction of the tree, the ornamental lights twinkling in the glassy orbs of the beady eyes. Resting at an impressive five feet tall when seated, the bear towered over two tiny girls, themselves less than three feet tall. Wearing her cowboy hat for protection, Sheki was poking at the bear doubtfully with her six-shooter. The ottoman was ample cover for Kasy as she watched from a safe distance, a plastic arrow with a rubber suction-cup carefully nocked in her little bow.
“’Get it’? Show me the receipt.”
“Kimmie, it was figure of speech.”
“You stole it.”
“I did not!”
“The receipt, please.”
“I… must have thrown it away.”
“They already have so many stuffed animals…”
“Says the woman who still keeps her old Panda Roo beside her marriage bed.”
Kim sighed and hid her mirth; the holiday was going very well and she would not have soured it for anything. In truth she was not angry, but she did love to ‘tweak’ her mate when the other woman was accidentally exposing the childish side of her personality. This facet of the mighty Shego was rarely witnessed and it only ever happened when their children were involved and usually when only the four of them were together.
The slender redhead leaned back on the sofa and watched as her daughters did their best to either communicate with ‘Fuzzy’ or to determine if he was a threat. Kim was still wearing her pajamas on this festive morning and her robe was loosely belted about her waist. Pink bunny slippers completed the ensemble and she let slip a grin as her mate filmed the children with her new camera.
Shego was wearing something far more revealing and meager underneath her own robe, long and flowing and woven of black silk that contrasted with her bare limbs and face. Her hair was as black as the robe but greenish highlights made it stand apart from the garment. She was smiling as she captured for posterity the negotiations between toddler and plush. Kasy walked around the ottoman to join her sister. They both started poking the large toy, making it sway backwards several inches.
“This will end badly.”
‘Fuzzy’ rocked forwards again and over-extended his center of gravity; he collapsed onto the twin girls and buried them underneath his capacious body. The three year olds were nowhere to be seen and Shego lowered the camera and started forward.
“Baby, they’re Ok.”
“But, Kimmie…”
“They aren’t hurt; just leave them be.” Knowing that children judge most of reality by the reactions of their parents, Kim knew that if the girls saw evidence that they were supposed to have been hurt, they would behave as if they really were hurt and begin crying. Shego bit her lip and looked pensive but kept back.
In less than five seconds the tiny girls were crawling out from beneath the massive bear and looking at their mothers for support. One was calm and smiling and the other was fidgeting and barring her teeth in a worried attempt to smile, but the girls gave that the benefit of the doubt. Kasy gave ‘Fuzzy’ a timid kick and Sheki stuck out her tongue at him.
“See?”
“One day I’ll tell them how their Mommy left them alone to defend themselves against a bear and then we’ll see who gets set out on an ice floe in her declining years.”
Shego checked the camera to make certain that the brutal attack had been recorded before setting down the technological gift. She dropped beside Kim on the sofa and looked around at the scene of devastation, lifting her legs up onto the cushions and pulling her larger body over the lap of her wife.
“Ghaa, get off me, you load!”
“Should we clean up yet?” Shego ignored the ‘load’ comment and claimed a cheekbone with her lips.
“Nah, after breakfast.” Kim shifted to make herself more comfortable.
“What are we having?” The pale green woman nuzzled Kim’s neck.
“Scrambled eggs.”
“What, no pancakes?” Now Shego was blowing in Kim’s ear and running long pale fingers through the short red hair.
“Well, I was going to make pancakes but someone used up all the syrup last night.” It had been easier to ignore Shego’s amorous actions at first but now the woman was practically draped across her body. Kim brushed the long black hair from her eyes.
“What are you doing?”
A strong hand gently cupped a fair cheek and brought Kim’s head around. Shego was there with a feral look on her face.
“I wanted to thank you again for the negligee.” Shego peeled back just enough of the robe to expose the jade green lace. “I love it.”
“I knew that you would. I expect to see you in it later tonight.” Kim moved her lips close and they kissed.
“Yes, mistress.” The seated embrace lasted for a minute and when they parted the former villain wore her best attempt at the ‘Puppy Dog Pout’.
“Why didn’t you put on the one that I bought you? Didn’t you like it?”
“Baby, I love it!” The rosy blush lent credence to the claim. “It’s beautiful and it makes me feel sexy.” Kim purred against her mate and gave herself a little hug.
“Then why aren’t you wearing it?” Shego poked her long finger through the loose fabric of Kim’s robe and pajamas and only felt firm flesh beneath. “I mean, don’t get me wrong; mission clothes, nude…” Emerald eyes inspected Kim’s current attire. “Even frumpy you are the sexiest thing around, but I wanna see some skin!”
“Baby, not in front of the children!”
“You are so uptight. Quick, while they’re watching television!” In her wildest dreams Shego would have never engaged in openly erotic activities with the girls present, but hinting that she might was perfect for driving her lover nuts.
“Shego, do you realize that the girls are at their most formative stage right now? If they see us prancing around in our underwear all day, they’ll start asking some pretty serious questions; questions that I’d rather they not be thinking about yet.” Kim evaluated the look on Shego’s face. “You stopped listening after I said ‘prancing around in our underwear’, didn’t you?”
“Hmm? Sorry, Princess, what?”
“I can’t talk to you!” Oddly enough, Kim lifted a green hand to her lips and brushed it against her mouth
“And another thing, Pumpkin; do you always have to wear the baggiest night clothes you own? You always complain about your ‘attributes’ but then you go and put on this sack!” Shego huffed. “I swear that unless you gain about five pounds, the neighbors are going to start asking about the strange new man in my life.”
“Oh, no, you didn’t!” Kim whirled and grappled, pinning Shego to the cushions with a roar; the warrior smirked up at her.
“Kimmie, not in front of the children!” Two soft giggles drew their attention to the floor. Kasy and Sheki were pointing to the adults with glee.
“Mommy an’ Momma’s fightn’ ‘gain!”
The girls bounded over to the sofa and leapt up onto their parents. Shego was the closest and they converged on her; Kim thought briefly to call them away because she feared that the taller woman might not appreciate being jumped on this early in the day or that her garb wasn’t suitable for horseplay. Kim was glad to see that her worry was misguided; the warrior was giggling and tickling her offspring as they climbed all over their Momma.
Shego whispered something their ears and the girls scampered across the cushions to hug their Mommy.
“Now, what do we say for such wonderful presents?”
“ANK YOO!”
Shego leaned back without even smoothing down the wrinkles in her silk robe or inspecting the outfit beneath for tears; other than the embrace of her spouse there was nothing that she loved more in this world than contact with her children. She watched as the woman who bore these twins, a woman just a few years her junior and once a former rival and nemesis, laughed and held Sheki upside down while the little raven-haired child screamed with delight and Kasy impatiently waited for her turn.
These three were her world and woe to anyone that would take it from her.
“Did you get nice things from everyone?”
Excited nods and smiles confirmed that they had and the girls were off of the sofa and back on the floor, readily pointing out what they had received and who it came from, regardless that the adults had already watched each package being torn asunder just minutes ago.
The review of the presents gave the parents a few extra minutes to hold each other close and just watch the little miracles dance around the floor. Eventually the girls wandered over to the television where the annual holiday parade was being shown and plopped down to watch the colorful floats. With little effort, Shego flipped her spouse and reversed their positions on the sofa.
“Shego, will you please let me up?”
“Nope, nothing doing.”
“I need to fix breakfast!”
“Muwa ha ha, you’ll never get away, Kim Possible… blah, blah, blah…”
Shego repeated the words that she and her former employer had used so often in the past but Kim had to giggle at how absurd they sounded when spoken in jest. Kim knew that a valiant escape was warranted and, careful not to strain her back muscles under the weight of the larger woman, she gripped Shego tight and heaved them both up off of the sofa.
“Oh, yeah, you know that I like it rough…”
“Sorry, your vile attempt at a ‘trap trap’ has failed.” Kim flopped the long form over her shoulder and carried the pouting woman into the kitchen with her.
“Curses, foiled again!” Depositing the frustrated woman into a kitchen chair, Kim ran her tongue along the ridge of a pale green nose and tenderly stroked her wife there, and there…
“Chill, evil one. Your punishment will come soon enough, maybe as early as nap time.”
Kim left the pouting woman to start breakfast. She removed the carton of eggs from the refrigerator and pulled out four. She paused thoughtfully before removing the other six that had been in the box. With a quick flexing of her wrists, Kim began to juggle ten Grade-A large eggs.
Shego watched the supreme display of dexterity with awe, the old therapy exercise almost having been forgotten, before she recognized it for the distraction that it was. She growled and stood up from the chair.
“Come on, Princess. Please put it on for just a few minutes!” Shego shadowed Kim as the redhead slowly reined in the eggs and finished gathered the rest of the tools and ingredients for their morning repast. “After breakfast we’re taking the girls to your parents house, and then they’ll want to play in the snow when we get home and by then we’ll be too tired to fool around! Please?”
Kim shook her head and laughed in amusement.
“You never used to whine, you know that?” She watched her wife frown and scuff her bare feet and cross her arms as she snorted and huffed. “It really defeats the whole ‘gonna conquer the world’ theme.”
Seeing that she needed a new plan of attack, Shego changed the subject as Kim broke a few eggs into a bowl and proceeded to mix them by hand.
“Princess, there’s a perfectly good mixer right behind you.” Still eager to tweak, the emerald gaze sparkled. “Not still afraid to use one, are you?”
“So not; Home Economics class was a long, long time ago.”
“Then why don’t you use it more?”
“Doy! You tried to kill me with one! A big one!” Kim smirked. “Besides, who needs fourteen variable speeds to beat a few eggs?” There was silence from the far side of the room and the redhead turned. Shego was looking hard at the floor and her pale lips formed a rigid line. Taking a breath, Kim walked to her.
“Sorry, baby. No hard feelings. I shouldn’t have brought it up.” Kim pulled herself up and kissed a pale cheek. Her wife’s only response was to lean into the kiss; otherwise she kept her thoughts to herself.
The closest that Shego would ever come to true shame was when she was reminded of the few times that she had placed her angel in very real danger. The frequent death traps aside, Kim Possible was expected to escape from most challenges. There were a few traps over the years that were actual doomsday plans, however, and these were a sore point for the warrior. A few moments of silence reigned before she returned to the present.
“So, who’s coming to the New Year’s Eve party?”
“The usual suspects. It’ll be great!”
For the past several years and for the entire duration of Kim’s partnership with Shego, holiday festivities and family events were held at the home of Dr. John Possible and Dr. Anne Possible, Kim’s parents. They loved to entertain the extended family and all of the friends, but Kim had convinced them to allow her to host this year’s end of the year bash. Shego had been hesitant, mostly for Kimmie’s sake, and had become openly hostile when the idea was first presented but cooled down a bit as the date drew close.
“My folks will get here early to help us. They have a few friends from the space center and the hospital coming over, as are Monique and a few of my single friends from school.” Kim could see that her wife was listening in spite of herself. “The married ones all have their own parties.”
“Meh, screw ‘em…”
“Doc Betty will be here and she’s bringing little Daniel.”
“So Eddie’s coming?”
“Yep, I hope so.”
“Weird… who else?”
“Bonnie’s coming and she’s bringing Alexander.” Kim chuckled as Shego’s eyes popped wide open and she almost brightened… almost.
“So the buffoon is going to be here, too?”
“No eggs for you.”
“Damn ‘Breakfast Tyrant’.” A gleam shone in her eyes as a new plan of attack presented itself. As soon as Kim’s back was turned, the pale woman moved to the center of the kitchen. Shrugging off her robe, she posed in all her glory wearing nothing more than a smile and the sleek gift that her loving spouse had purchased for her.
“Oh, Kimmie…”
The greatest independent hero that Global Justice had ever known sensed the danger in those words.
“I’m not turning around.”
“Oh, but Princess, you really should.” Shego moved for her own pleasure, well aware that all Kim could do was hear her enjoying the sensations she gave to herself. “I look so… mmmm… very good.”
“Not gonna do it.”
“Pumpkin… this is for you. All for you.”
“Uh, uh. I’m strong, see?” Kim continued to mix the eggs, but her hands were noticeably shaking and a bead of sweat appeared on her brow. Shego could sense that her wife was weakening so she prepared to move in for the kill.
“We’re all alone in here, just you and I. You know that you want me, and that you cannot resist my charms.”
“Ok, now that’s taking it a little too far, isn’t it?” Even so, Kim slowly began to count down from one hundred in her mind, desperate to regain control as she set the frying pan on the stove and switched on the burner.
“All you have to do is turn around and take me.” Shego went for the final push. “Just turn around… and…”
There was a jab into her exposed posterior.
“Momma?”
Shego froze, the blood turned to ice in her veins and suddenly wanting to cover the exposed skin that her flimsy negligee failed to do more than highlight. Kim dared to turn around and saw her wife, a creature of unearthly beauty and animalistic passions being flanked by their twin three-year-old daughters. Kasy poked the pale green rump again.
“Momma?”
“Shego, your daughter is talking to you.” Empathetic to the sitch, Kim was nonetheless committed to let Shego sleep in the bed she had made for herself. The tall woman remained stock still except for a hard swallow before answering the little girl.
“Y-yes, baby?”
“Momma? You have a big butt.”
Kim’s own emerald eyes widened as Sheki nodded in agreement at her sister’s assessment of their mother’s backside. The tiny girl with the long black hair moved beside her red haired twin and also poked Shego.
“I like Momma’s big butt.”
“Uh, huh… we like Momma’s big butt.”
Shego’s pale green face became a dusky purple bruise and she narrowed her eyes across the room at her twitching wife. Kim’s own face was slowly turning red and tears streamed down her cheeks.
“Kimmie…” the word was loaded with warning.
“…”
“Don’t you dare...”
Little Sheki wandered around to where Kim stood and firmly tugged on her Mommy’s robe for attention.
“Mommy?”
“Yes… sweetheart…?” The words were forced out in a high-pitched squeak.
“Momma has a big butt.”
Kim didn’t respond, simply turning away and grabbing the edge of the counter top for support. Seeing that there was no hope, Shego exhaled.
“Oh, go ahead, Princess, before you have a stroke.”
“BWAHAHAHAHAH!”
Kim fell to the floor, howling with laughter and rolling. The twins watched in idle confusion as their Momma slowly walked out of the kitchen; they were back at the television and Kim was still rolling around on the kitchen floor by the time that Shego returned after having changed into her frumpiest set of night clothes.
“I’m calling Drakken and inviting him to next week’s party if you don’t shut up.” Nonetheless the pale green woman pushed the ratty sleeve of an old tattered bathrobe up her long arm as she took the mixing bowl and poured the eggs into the heated pan for her indisposed wife.
“BWAHAHAHAHAH!”
To Be Continued…
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I'm glad that you liked that line... it was a great, little idea that I just HAD to get down on paper. How embarassing!
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It's soooo funny!!! Yeah, it was an awesome idea!
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:laughs:
Ok, it was pretty adorable to start, I was gearing up for some nice post-Christmas WAFF, but then all of a sudden the kitchen scene comes up. That was -great-!
Now I'm just waiting for Kimmie to start in on Shego. On to part 2!
^_^
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The kitchen scene ("Momma? You have a big butt.") had actually been floating around in my head for a while. I'm glad I got the chance to use it!
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