“Did you see the look on that big guy’s face after I swiped his belt?” Kim said, laughing as she flopped onto the sofa, “When his pants fell, I thought he was going to die of embarrassment!”
“Yeah, and what about that one woman…?”
“The one who was all like: ‘Don’t think we’re gonna take it easy on you…’?”
“Yeah,”
“What happened to her?”
“Into the trash can!”
“You threw away a perfectly good policeman!?”
“I sure tried, but she didn’t go all the way away.” Shego looked disappointed, “Her belt got caught. Last I saw, the skinny cop with the blonde hair was trying to pull her out.” The pale woman tossed the briefcase onto the coffee table, “I haven’t had that much fun since I beat up the twins at our last family reunion.”
Kim looked up in astonishment, “Twins?”
“Yeah, I have twin brothers”
“That is ferociously weird!” She grinned at the pale woman’s puzzled expression and continued, “I have twin brothers too! Jim and Tim, scourges of Middleton and all that is holy. Although,” and a frown creased her forehead. “The last time I saw the little tweebs they tried to put my Cuddle Buddies into low earth orbit…”
“Tweebs?”
“Uh-huh,” the red head held up one hand, “twin…” she held up her other hand, “dweeb…” She finished by bringing her hands together. “tweeb.”
Shego laughed, “I like that, I’ll have to spring it on the Wees next time I see ‘em. Meanwhile, why don’t you take first crack at the bathroom and I’ll fix something to eat. Your choices are pasta or chicken.”
“Whichever is easiest for you, lately all my meals seem to come with a big size option.”
Kim started toward the bathroom feeling warm and comfortable inside. Something about the green skinned woman made her feel good. Fighting along side her had been like dancing the Tango. Stimulating, exciting, complicated and somehow very sexy. Fighting against her had been exhilarating too! She was so strong and skilled. It had taken all of Kim’s concentration and some serious improvisation to put the raven-haired thief on her back foot. Kim hadn’t felt this good since she was training with the chief.
Memories slammed into her mind like a physical blow: Stick fighting with the chief… Lingering touches… The urgent caress of strong hands... Bodies pressed against each other, wrestling... Naked bodies pressed together covered in sweat... Hot breath on her shoulder… The first kiss… Fear and desire churned inside her, the past rose up around her and she was confused by her surroundings… She stumbled into the wall.
“Kitten…? Kitten…? Are…”
“…you Okay?” The chief bent down and grasped her hand, pulling her easily to her feet. The touch sent tingles up her arm into her chest. She could feel her nipples crinkle and a blush spread from her chest through her entire body.
“No need to be embarrassed” the chief said gently. Kim imagined that the contact lingered longer than necessary. “It was a difficult move and you nearly accomplished it on your first try!”
She was afraid to speak, afraid that if she spoke she would betray the true reason for her embarrassment. The chief’s eyes were full of approval but Kim longed to see something else there. She wanted the chief to see her as more than just another kid in the training course. Kim found herself staring at the chief’s lips and wondering if they would be as soft as she dreamed.
She had been having disturbing dreams about the chief lately. Dreams of kissing and being kissed, touching and being touched, confusing images of heat and color that left her frustrated and a little ashamed upon waking. The chief was standing so close to her… If only she could make the chief really look at her, see her as the mature woman she felt like instead of a silly fifteen year old girl.
Kim’s hand reached for the chief’s shoulder. Her mind was screaming at her to stop but her body acted with a mindless determination and pulled her closer. Her eyes closed, her mouth parted…
“Snap out of it!” The chief’s sharp words cut through her mental fog and brought Kim back to reality. Her face was scant inches from the chief’s, her hands grasping the broad shoulders and there was no approval in those brown eyes now. Strong hands encircled her biceps, “This room represents the battlefield Miss. Possible, and you just lost a battle with yourself.”
“OH…! Oh… NO…!” Kim’s mind whirled in agony, she wasn’t showing maturity, and she was acting like a silly girl. “I’m sorry…! I don’t know…” She tried to break herself free but the hands held her captive. “IdontknowwhyIdidthat… Ohmygod…” She closed her eyes. The chief was going to send her away. She started to explain that she was sorry, and that she would never lose control again, that she would do anything to continue the training but when she opened her mouth she discovered that the chief’s lips were just as soft as she had imagined.
Kim had practiced kissing with Ron a few times and it had been pleasant enough but this was completely different. Kim felt this kiss throughout her entire body, in flowed through her like electricity from her mouth to the tips of her fingers and toes. She trembled in fear and delight and warmth spread through her belly. When the chief released her, Kim backed away from the older woman in astonishment.
She kissed me!
Her hand found its way to her lips in disbelief and she backed away slowly until she came in contact with the wall.
She KISSED me!
Kim fled.
The chief’s voice followed her, “Kimmie! Ki…”
“…tten, what’s wrong?”
Kim looked up into concerned emerald eyes; her insides were churning. Memories of the chief were still dominating her mind and her conscience was screaming that she had done something terribly wrong. She tried to control her emotions, to push her memories of the chief back down into the dark part of her soul where they dwelled but the darkness was out of control again overpowering her. She felt like she was in the middle of retribution, balanced on a razor’s edge between good and evil. It was a heady feeling; a moment of clarity when she could affect destiny. It was a place of power. But the power was a dark fire that threatened to consume her. She loved the feeling of power but it was so sweet and intoxicating she feared she would never be able relinquish it. In the past she had turned to Ron for physical release of the emotions, and while it didn’t permanently exorcize her demons, it at least allowed her to control them for a while.
The pale woman’s eyes reflected a small portion of the conflict in Kim’s soul. The euphoria and sexual tension of their battle still lurked behind those emerald orbs. Kim pinned the woman with her eyes and forced her to meet the penetrating gaze. She reached up to the pale thief, eager to drink in the flavor of her skin and sip the wine glass of her mouth.
Her hands caressed the pale neck and shoulders, opening the shirt enough to access the hollow of her throat. While Kim’s mouth eagerly suckled the smooth skin of the older woman’s neck, her hands deftly opened and discarded the pale woman’s shirt. Touching the cool skin was not enough, she needed to feel bare skin on her own stomach and breasts, so she backed up for long enough to pull the crop-top off and discard it.
Shego still looked surprised and the girl felt a moment of stark fear, had she misjudged the desire? Then the pale thief reached for her and Kim relinquished control of her demons. She leapt onto Shego, wrapping her legs around the thief’s waist and her arms around her neck. She tangled the fingers of her left hand into the pale woman’s raven mane and let her right hand roam over her body. Suddenly they were falling and her lover was moving away from her.
She cried out in anger and frustration. Her flailing arms encountered the head of her paramour and pulled it insistently toward her crotch with a feral moan. But the other escaped. She opened her eyes to find the woman kneeling next to her looking puzzled.
“What are you waiting for?” Kim growled. She grabbed a pale green hand and tried to bring it between her legs but the woman resisted.
“This is wrong.”
Kim reached for the older woman and grabbed her leg, “C’mon! Don’t tease me!” She pulled herself up and pressed her face against the toned stomach of the pale thief. “Don’t you want me?” She began kissing and licking the woman’s belly. Her hands busy removing the thief’s belt and opening her pants.
Shego pushed the girl away again, “Stand up, Kitten.”
“Don’t you like me?” Kim grabbed Shego’s arm and pulled herself up to stand pressed against the green body. Once more her hands began to caress the exposed flesh and her tongue found smooth skin to taste. She began to grind her pelvis against the older woman’s hip.
Shego slapped her.
The astonished girl took a few steps back. “YOU BITCH!” The words exploded from the red head, and she began to flail wildly at the older woman. Shego caught her wrists with one hand and restrained the girl in a tight clinch. The young woman struggled for a moment and suddenly began crying. “You don’t like me.” She sobbed.
“I don’t know you.” Shego replied.
“Why’d you hit me?”
Shego didn’t have an answer for that one, or at least she didn’t have an answer that she could put into words. When the girl had first come on to her, she had been flattered and pleased but something in the way the red head was behaving was demeaning. Her kitten was acting like a dog in heat. “You scared me; you weren’t acting like a person.” The pale woman led the sobbing girl over to the couch, “I don’t know what you need kid, but it isn’t sex.”
“It helps.” She whimpered between sobs.
“Helps with what?”
“It helps me burn away the demons.” Kim whispered.
“Well, tonight we’re going to try something different. Tonight I’m going to hold you while you cry.” For nearly forty minutes, Shego held Kim on her lap and comforted the crying girl. The red head’s tears flowed freely and sobs shook her body like small earthquakes. Periodically the disorientated young woman muttered, “I’m not going back to the chief, you can’t make me, I’m not going back.” Shego wasn’t sure who the girl was talking to but if this “chief” had anything to do with the kid’s emotional state, he was a right bastard.
When Kim wound down and fell into an uneasy sleep, Shego laid the red head in her own bed and sat back to think over the night’s events.