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Edge of Desire by John Mayer

When I got out of the shower, I noticed that I had forgotten to take my clothes with me. Guess I got too distracted from teasing Kimmie. But as I wiped away the fog from the mirror, I found myself smirking. This was just another opportunity to tease her again.

I left the bathroom with my towel hugging my body while my hair was dripping on my shoulders. Kimmie looked up from her book she was reading on the bed and just as I thought, she blushed. The redhead glared back at the book much to my amusement.

"You're such a kid, Kimmie," I said, carelessly tossing my towel on the chair, leaving me nude. "We're both girls."

"At least warn me!" she exclaimed, and by the sound of her voice I could tell that she had seen me for a split second. "I could have given you your clothes you know!"

"Huh, wasn't thinking," I lied as I began dressing.

"Wasn't thinking?" she echoed, then scoffed.

I chuckled. The situation reminded us of the time when Kimmie didn't lock the bathroom. When I was finally dressed, I grabbed my wet clothes I had temporarily hung in the bathroom.

"Give me your wet clothes. I'm going to put them in the dryer."

Kimmie put her book down and went to gather her clothes. "I'll do it," she blushed.

I raised an eyebrow then I caught sight of her wet bra in her arms. I laughed. "You really are a kid!"

"Shut up!"

In the basement, it was a lot cooler as we finished stuffing our clothes in the machine. We were both silent, listening to the rattling of the machine.

"So uh," Kimmie began. "Why didn't you blow dry your hair?"

I blinked at her sudden question and slicked back my still wet hair unconsciously. She was intent on making conversation, I thought, well at least we won't have to be in awkward silence.

"It's not good to always use heat products, so sometimes I let it air dry."

"Oh," was all she could say.

So much for a conversation. The machine rattled in the silence as we watched it circle round and round, flipping and turning. I felt a drop of water trickle down my neck, and I hastily wiped it away because of the itchy feeling it left behind.

Finally tired of the silence I broke it once more. "I'm bored. Wanna go out with me?"

She looked at me in surprise, blushing. I rolled my eyes. "Not that kind of go out! I mean the go out as in hang out doy!"

"Ri-right! I knew that!" she stuttered, and scoffed.

"Whatever," I said, heading up the stairs with her in tow.

When we headed outside, we noticed that night had finally fallen. Streetlights were glowing through the darkness, occasionally shining down on us as we passed. When I looked up at the sky and found that I couldn't see the stars, but only the moon. Of course that was to be expected of a city.

"Where are we going?" she asked me.

"I dunno."

"Then why did you ask me if I was coming?"

I shrugged, not really sure why I did. I didn't really care if I went alone or not, so why? Why did I ask her to come with me?

She stayed silent after that and we just walked down the streets of Go City. I hadn't been here in a long time, but I still remembered every street and every shop I used to visit. Go City brought back bittersweet memories as I continued walking, still unsure why I had asked Kimmie to come along with me.

"Wanna get some ice cream? There's a little shop that has some great ones," I suggested, and she agreed.

I took us to a little ice cream shop that I used to go to a lot when I was younger, but those were the years before when Team Go had been created. The shop was as little as I told her, squished between two large buildings that towered over it like bullies on a playground. The classic little bell jingled as we entered the place, our noses instantly greeted by the sweetness and our cheeks patted lightly with cool air. Music played in the background, a song that was unfamiliar to me as were the faces that occupied the store at this time.

Spinning stools were seated before the bar-like-counter that also acted as a display to the many ice creams. The shop had changed a lot since I had last seen it. The walls that used to be baby blue with silly drawings of ice cream with happy faces and toppings like cherries dancing away to avoid being placed on the cold cream, were now colorful with designs swirling and twisting with realistic ice creams scattered about. Everything was so new and refreshing to me that it reminded me painfully of how fast time flies.

"Welcome to Ivy's Ice Cream! Have a seat and I'll take your order," the young girl behind the counter said cheerfully, her happiness was reflecting the shop. Her eyes seemed to linger on my skin, but I ignored her, heading to the counter to take a seat.

"I'll have Ivy's Envy with oreo toppings," I said, remembering I would always order that whenever I used to stop by.

"Oh, great choice!" the girl said, and slid open the cabinet to scoop up the mint ice cream.

I heard Kimmie giggle, and I raised an eyebrow at her.

"What?"

She just smiled, her eyes wandering. "Oh nothing...just irony."

Oh, now I knew what she meant.

"Just because I'm green doesn't have any relation to the flavor I choose, Princess. I feel highly offended."

Her green eyes just sparkled with a teasing manner. "You? Offended? Okay, who are you and what have you done with Shego?"

I huffed, turning in my seat with my chin held high and my arms crossed.

"Aw, I'm sorry Shego."

"Here you go!" the girl said, handing me my ice cream. I handed her the money and licked my mint ice cream in front of Kimmie who laughed.

"I'll have the Marry Me Mango," Kimmie told the girl who set off to get the order.

After Kimmie had gotten her order and paid, we set out into the night, heading wherever the breeze took us. We passed late night open stores and occasionally stopped to adore the latest fashions in the windows. Hanging out with Kimmie like this reminded me of the time when I was 'Ms. Go.' It was...a love hate memory when I remembered how we used to go to the malls together and watch movies like two best friends. And that time when I had almost told Kimmie...that. I was lucky that her sidekick had turned me back just before I told her, because I know that I would never be able to live normally if I ever did.

"Oww!" Kimmie groaned, snapping me out of my memories.

"What's wrong?"

She was clutching her head, squeezing her eyes shut. "Brain freeze!"

I laughed and ate some of my ice cream. "Don't eat so fast, doy!"

She pouted and I just laughed, continuing our walk. Live normally...I thought as I gave Kimmie a sidelong glance. Was this called living normally? Was hanging out with your enemy and calling her your girlfriend in front of your family living normally?

As we continued our walk, there was this one couple who were linked arm in arm, so absorbed in each other's company that forced Kimmie to move closer to me in order to avoid bumping into them. When our shoulders bumped, I looked down at her and she blushed, muttering an apology. With a ghost smile I draped my arm around her shoulders, holding her close to me.

"Can't have you bumping into anybody, now could I, Mangos?"

Her blush grew. "Mangos? Great, another nickname!"

I tossed my head back in laughter and took a lick at my ice cream as I winked at her. "I think it's a cute name!"

"Sh-shut up!" she exclaimed, shoving her ice cream in front of me to avoid eye contact.

I opened my mouth and bit a chunk of her melting ice cream and she gasped in disbelief.

"You didn't!"

I licked my lips and hummed in delight. "Mmm! I did!"

She made a move to get a taste of my ice cream, but I pulled it back in time and instead of her capturing a taste of my ice cream I let her capture the taste of my lips.

We stood there lip locked for a whole second, neither of us or our lips moving. My eyes were half opened to see her reaction, and it was the kind you would expect from Kim Possible. Wide eyed and shocked.

She tried to pull away from me, but I held her closer. She began pushing at me, and I knew that she was uncomfortable this time, so...I let her go. My heart thumped and I wondered if I had crossed the line. I was only joking and hopefully she knew that I was and wouldn't take it too seriously. We both knew that there was no need to pretend to be girlfriends since my family wasn't around, but I had still kissed her anyway. Not because I had to, not because I was forced to, and not for a show or cover up.

Just as soon we had broken apart, she did something I would never forget.

It had all come too quick for me to process anything. All to quick to realize what had just happened. A stinging sensation had burned on my cheek and my head was turned at the force. My eyes widened in shock, my feet suddenly took a step back.

She smacked me.

"Shego..." she said, a drop of her melting ice cream sliding down the cone and onto her hand.

"Why? Why are you..." she suddenly paused. And then, she whipped her head up and my heart had stopped.

Tears were glittering in her eyes, gritted teeth and furrowed eyebrows dawned her features as she yelled, "Why are you doing this to me?!"

Kimmie smacked me... the words echoed in my head, stinging as hard as the slap.

She dropped her ice cream began running away from me like she was a track star, leaving me here alone with my melting ice cream slowing slipping from my hands as if it were literally Kim slipping from them. I wanted to yell out to stop her, to make her come back. I wanted to apologize and I wanted her to forget what had just happened even if I didn't want to. But I couldn't. My words were at lost as if my tongue had been cut, my stomach felt empty just as my heart, and my body was suddenly stiff and cold even though it was a summer night.

Kim Possible had smacked me.