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E.T by Katy Perry

Two days had passed since the mission. My wounds had healed, but my ribs were still in the process. During those two full days, I had to take sleeping pills just to get some shut eye. Thoughts had been pestering me constantly, and I was starting become insomniac, and I knew that if I didn't confront my problem head on, it would continue to get worse. So here I was, in my car, in front of her house.

"Come on...lets do this!" I inhaled deeply and nodded confidently to myself. Just as I opened the door and set one foot out, I noticed a familiar looking car. My nose flared in anger and I narrowed my eyes, glaring when I saw Daniel exit his car and walk up to the Possible residence.

I watched as the front door opened by Kimmie's mom who happily let the man inside. Anger boiled up inside me and I quickly grabbed my sunglasses and a hat to hide most of my identity, and pulled up my gloves with it's claws filed to a point. The next thing I knew, I was striding angrily towards the driveway with my right hand flared up with the angry flames of my plasma powers and I automatically threw it at Daniel's car. It smashed right through his backseat window, setting the car alarm off, but I didn't give one single damn.

I walked around to one side and smashed in the windows with a satisfying clash and shatter. The glass fell inside in car and I just laughed as I bent down to slash his tires. As I walked casually to the front of the car, I let my claws drag themselves against the sides, screeching against the metal and leaving marks as if it was keyed. The sound was as loud as nails on a chalk board, but instead of making me cringe up, I grinned. Boy was this guy in for a surprise! I kicked in his headlights, releasing all of my anger out on the vehicle.

Suddenly, over the wailing siren, I heard a shout coming from the house. Daniel was coming towards me and I gave him the finger before taking off at top speed. He wasn't as fast as I was and I lost him easily, leaving him to cry over his wrecked car.

After I came back around for my car, I saw that Daniel was no where in sight and his car wasn't either. I smirked, coming up with a conclusion that he had it towed away. I drove to Arty's bar after that, craving something to drink and to make up for the time I haven't seen the old man.

He was happy to see me again, feigning being hurt because I hadn't shown up for a week. He got me to talk about where I had disappeared off to, but I managed to avoid any questions about Kimmie. But I did tell him that I was going through a rough time, turning my one drink into two and then two into four. Arty, being the wise old man, gave me some advice and heard me spout out my problems while still be vague about who was the cause. I wasn't ready to tell him everything yet.

"You just gotta take your problems head on!" he told me as I downed half of my fourth drink.

I nodded, suddenly determined. I didn't feel so much down in the dumps anymore, now I felt more confident.

"I get you, Arty," I said, giving him a toast.

He chuckled and took my glass and I glared at him. "All right, I think that's enough for you now. I'll call you a cab."

I waved my hand dismissively, standing up. "If I can stand, I can drive!"

I struggled to stay upright, but ended up stumbling back in my drunken state. I bumped into someone who shoved me back, and I turned around at them, giving them a deathly glare.

"Yo! Watch it!" the man growled at me.

I snarled at him and was about to jump at him, but someone grabbed my arm. "Alrighty, time to go home now!"

I snatched my arm away without breaking the glare with the man. "Come on, Arty, you're the one who told me to face my problems, and here's a fat one!"

The burly man snarled. "Why you-"

"Whoa there guys!" Arty said, stepping between us and the man's buddies held him back too, but we continued glared at each other over our friends' shoulders.

Arty got a good hold my arm this time an manage to drag me outside where a cab was already waiting. I blinked in confusion, amazed at how fast time flew. It was already night and the fresh air smacked me in the face. It was a dramatic change from the stuffy, cigarette and alcohol filled one in the bar.

"Man, why do you always have to ruin the fun?"

"I didn't mean to handle your problems with a fight," he said. "Not everything can be resolved in a fight."

I sucked my teeth. I haven't had a fight in a while now and I was just itching for some action.

"Whatever old man," I huffed, opening the backseat of the cab. "I got some bigger problems to solve."

He gave me a smile and shut the door for me once I had gotten seated. "Go get some rest now."

I waved at him as the taxi drove after I gave him directions...but the directions did not lead to my apartment.

Quietly and skillfully, I slipped into the darkness of the room, my eyes carefully scanning for any obstacles. Being sneaky while drunk was not easy, even if you're a skilled thief for years. The spinning room was not very cooperative, but the feeling gave me a carefree and confident filled one. I felt more daring when I was drunk to be honest.

I could see her form sleeping away on her bed and I walked over until I was standing next to her bedside. Her red hair was spilled all over the pillow like lava and her sleeping face seemed so content, giving no sign was shown on her face any stress or frustration that I was going through. How was it that she was able to sleep like a baby when I had been spending all my hours awake and tired, but never being able to sleep? Summoning my courage again I leaned over slightly to wake her.

"Sleeping Beauty, wake up."

I shook her slightly and she groaned, turning over on her side. She stretched her body and I saw her tank top ride up to the point I saw her stomach. I gulped. My fingers twitched to touch it, but I held back the urge, swallowing hard.

"Come on Kimmie," I tried again, trying not to look down at her toned stomach again. "Kimmie!"

Growing impatient, I plucked her forehead and she furrowed her eyebrows, squinting her eyes open. They shot wide open when she saw me and sat up quickly in her bed.

"Ow!" she hissed, grabbing her ankle that she must have moved by accident. Turning back to me, she opened her mouth again, but I placed my hand over it.

"Shh!" I hushed her.

She pulled my hand away and glared. "What are you doing here?!" she hissed in a whisper.

"I need to talk to you," I whispered, squinting at her and mad that she wouldn't stop moving along with the room.

"By sneaking into my room at night like this?" she sniffed the air for a moment. "Are you drunk?"

"I wouldn't say drunk...just...slightly intoxicated."

She stared at me, watching my carefully. I glared at her and the room. "Will you stop making the room move?" I growled.

"Shego, the room isn't moving..."

I gave her the dumb look. "Yeah it is," I threw my arm out to prove my point, nearly losing my balance. "It's making me sick."

"Maybe you should sit down," she suggested.

"Mmkay..." I mumbled. Sitting sounded good. I was tired of standing anyways. I sat down on her bed with a sigh, blinking my eyes to try and focus them.

"Damn..." I muttered, suppressing a hick up.

"You're really out of it," she told me, and I looked over to her.

Her face was coming in and out of focus, and the room was spinning even more violently. I kind of felt like this was all just a dream. Maybe it was.

She said something again, but I couldn't make out what it was so I looked at her confusingly. "Whaa?"

Her lips moved again and I could only stare at them in daze. Damn those lips... She snapped her fingers in front of my face, waving her hand, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from her lips that were moving again, probably saying my name.

A scent invaded my senses, and I inhaled it deeply, sighing contently. Strawberries. I think this is a dream. Why else would I be here sitting next to Kimmie on her bed? Hell, if this was a dream, then I wouldn't have to worry about what I was going to do or expect. I grinned sloppily, and saw Kimmie's confused face turn into confusion.

"Shego?" her voice echoed.

"What?"

She said something that I couldn't make out again, only pieces of her words. It was becoming frustrating.

"Shego...drunk...you...I..."

I tried to make sense of her words, but it wasn't working no matter how hard I tried. Dreams were so hard to control.

"Shego-"

"You talk too much."

Not wanting to hear another word from her, I crashed my lips against her own, stunning her. There was nothing for me to be worried about anyways, it was a dream after all. She tried pushing me off, but I refused to move. My vision was becoming even more blurry and I lost all rational thought and even forgot the reason why I was here.

"Get off me!"

She was pushing harder this time, but when that didn't work, she slapped me. That only messed up my focus even more instead of making me sober. "How many times are you going to slap me like that?"

"Get a hold of yourself, Shego!"

I glared at her, rolling on top of her until I straddled her hips. I knew that she wouldn't be able to toss me off now especial with an injured ankle. I watched her eyes, trailing down to her lips. She was blushing furiously that I could even see it in the dark. She was cute when she blushed.

"Shego-"

I kissed her.

And I kissed her roughly.

I felt her body go rigid under me as I moved my lips against her unresponding ones. I needed her to respond. My stomach had violent butterflies fluttering around and I knew that if she didn't respond they would keep flying. I flicked my tongue at her lips that earned a whimper from her, sending a shiver through my body. I wanted to hear that again. I flicked my tongue at her lips again, trying to force them open to grant me entrance, but I was pushed away again and I growled.

"Shego!"

I cut her off again, her words muffled in my mouth. She squirmed under me and laid more of my weight on her to keep her still. She pushed me harder again and I was actually and finally thrown off of her. I landed beside her, confused and trying to clear my head. She scrambled out the bed, wincing when she placed too much weight on her injured ankle.

"Get a hold of yourself!"

"I'm perfectly fine!"

"No you're not. I could taste the alcohol when you kissed me!"

I licked my lips, furrowing my eyebrows. Huh, I could too. She eyed me carefully when I got to my feet.

"I'm fine see-"

I clutched my head, feeling the room spin again. I held an arm out to find something to grab onto in case I fell, but something caught onto my instead. Kimmie held me up on my feet when I felt myself tilt forward. My legs felt wobbly and all my weight forced her backwards. She thumped her back against the wall and I ended up leaning into her. The close body contact gave me a shiver that I couldn't hold back.

The scent of strawberries filled my nose so heavily it made my eyes flutter shut. I could smell it in her hair and I couldn't resist the urge to nuzzle my nose through her flaming strands. I felt her body go rigid against me and when I exhaled, she shivered.

"Shego," she said.

"Yes?" I dragged the word out like a snake surrounding its prey.

"I..."

Her next words wavered when I kissed her neck with her hands halfheartedly pushing against my shoulders. She tried pushing me away again, but it was useless when I left a trail of more kisses. I caressed her arms, dragging my hands slowly to her forearms until I held her hands that were still on my shoulders. Pulling them away from that spot, I held them against the wall as I kissed her jawline. I could see her biting her lip through my half lidded eyes as I continued my task. She was suppressing a moan.

Kisses from her jawline went to her cheek. Kisses from her cheek went to the corner of her lips. Kisses from the corner of her lips halted there until my lips hovered over her own, just centimeters apart. I gazed into her eyes that opened themselves up, confused as to why I had stopped. It was up to her.

She stared back at me with her eyes half closed as if in a daze. When the curtains of window blew aside to let the light of the moon in, I could see that her eye color had darkened with a look. A look that betrayed all rational thoughts.

Then, she closed the gap between us.

I felt an explosion of happiness blast inside me as her lips moved roughly against my own. This had to be the best dream I ever had. She moaned into my mouth and we parted for a split second for air -the worst second of my life- feeling our breaths collide hot and heavily before our lips crashed together again. My mind went blank and all I could think of was kissing her even more. I kissed her harder, wanting more to satisfy this hunger, and she was kissing me back just the way I wanted her too. The way her soft lips felt against my own was like all the chocolate in the world was mine. I felt like I was in heaven as electricity shot up and down my spine.

I released her hands, wanting to feel her and parted for air. She was panting from the kiss, and I bet, her mind was just as fuzzy as my own. I placed kisses randomly on her neck, and she moaned again, arching her body against mine. When I felt the warmth of her body radiate off of her, all I could think was: Damn. My hand slipped up shirt, feeling her toned stomach. It jumped at the sudden touch and she shivered when I continued grazing her skin.

She didn't have solid abs like I did, but whenever she breathed, they tensed and I could feel them faintly. My hand was teasing her with my nails lightly grazing her skin that jumped at my touch. I move my lips over to her bare shoulders that revealed themselves to the world in her tank top.

She moaned again when my lips made contact with the new skin. Her body was warm, getting hotter by the minute, and I knew that it wasn't the weather's fault. Her skin tasted so damn good. It only made me hungry for more.

"Shego..."

At the sound of that name coming her mouth, I bit down hard on her shoulder and her body arched as a gasp escaped at the pain. Her hands grasped suddenly hard at my hair as my teeth deepened themselves into her skin until I pulled away, inspecting my mark.

"Mine," I whispered.

I wasted no time to move back up to her and kissing her roughly on the lips again, feeling her arms wrap themselves around my neck to pull me closer. I let myself mold into her, feeling the strands of her hair get tangled in my grasp. My hunger wasn't even close to satisfied. I wanted more. I needed more.

I needed air.

I pulled away reluctantly, panting. My body was growing tired suddenly and from the lack of air. My vision was becoming even more fuzzier, and I could barely keep my eyes open anymore.

"Kimmie..."

I stared into her eyes, battling for focus, trying to fight for consciousness, but I lost the battle.