Chapter Three: Heartbreaker
The redhead's smile as entrancing. It was causing her will to drain away even as the tide of something mysterious seeped into her, like a shadow seen only in peripheral vision, something ephemeral, a memory half-forgotten.
“Ki-kimmie...” Shego stuttered under the weight of those deep green eyes.
The girl towered above her. Shego could smell the scent of the girl's passion, a strange mix of strawberries and cherry wood. The peacock feather swayed slowly back and forth as if tracing the swirls of desire that seemed to pulse between the two.
“Shhhhhheeeeegggooo,” Kim drew out the name. It was right, it felt right. The woman who lay bound to her bed, arch-nemesis, villain and thief, a beautiful spellbinding myth of the old earth. The sound of her name hissing through the girl's petal lips caused the green goddess to shiver.
The girl daintily perched by her hip, resting her weight on one arm, the feather still waving gently in the air. Shego's mind was awhirl. With the close warmth of the girl, so near, so close, it was hard to think, to formulate any kind of coherency, let alone will.
“Why, Shego?” The girl's dark green eyes trailed a line of intimacy along the woman's form, over her darkly painted lips, her large deep green aureoles, down past the toned belly, the flare of her hips, leaving a trail of pebbled skin where that gaze had touched. It left her swallowing, trying to wet the suddenly parched recesses of her throat.
“Tell me,” Kim breathed as she began to wave the feather above the body restrained on her bed. “Tell me, Sshhheeeegooo.” Almost a whisper and yet, so laden with arousal. It could not be denied, would not be denied.
“A game,” Shego gasped out as the feather's passage wafted across her skin. And yet it had yet to dip upon her smooth crème de menthe skin. “Just a game, Pumpkin.” The feather continued it's dousing of her curves, her eyes following its leisurely progress above her breasts, her belly, her thighs, then retracing it's way, up one arm, back down, across her upper chest just below her neck then the other arm.
“Wanted to see...” Shego stopped for a moment as the long long wispy vanes brushed lightly across a nipple, spiking a light vibration across her thoughts. For a moment, her jaw worked with no sound. “I wanted to see... how long it would take...” As the iridescent feather dipped lower, she had to force out her last few words. “For you to find me!” the words tumbled out in a rush as she fought to repress a moan.
“Oh?” the hero responded with a coquettish tilt of her head. She continued breathlessly. “Really? Not to hurt me? To harm me? Bend me... over...?” Shego could not believe how erotic those purred words were. They floated over her in lazy, hypnotic swirls. At each emphasized word, the feather dipped, lightly brushing her skin, once, twice, thrice.... at the fourth touch, she could no longer restrain the groan that escaped her lips.
“No... no... Kimmie... n-not hurt...” Shego tried to clamp her lips shut to keep her runaway tongue from responding to the girl's ministrations, yet the words continued to be coaxed from her.
“Then what? What made you keep up the game? Ssshheeegooo...” The girl's feather draped across the green breasts, tickling and arousing both, awakening a rushing symphony through her body.
“Tell me... tell me... tell me, Ssshheeeegoo...” In all her twenty-six years, she had never heard her name spoken like a lingering caress. Even the mere sound of it issuing from the girl's lips were like gossamer kisses down the planes of her body, as if Kim was tasting her like a fine wine, rolling her identity over her palate.
“I began to w-watch you...” now that she'd begun speaking, the feather rolled along her skin, teasing, stroking. “I b-began noticing you...” the words started to come without the redhead's coaxing. Something had given way in her head; the words leaked out, a trickle at first, then a torrent, as if to make room for the arousal Kim was pouring into her.
“I was on a stealth run to the Middleton Physics Lab...” The feather began to play around her left breast, then her right, around and around, dancing around her nipples even as they contracted, harder, harder. “I saw you...” Shego hissed as the feather drew across a nipple. “And you... knew... like your aura knew mine...” The woman stopped, her breath hitching as the vaned tip brushed the other nipple.
“Started... wanted to see... if you could find me...” the feather began to drag itself along her ribs, one side, then across to the other. “I saw how... each time I showed, you knew I was there...” The plume drifted lower, along the smooth rolling muscle of her belly. “Got you worried,... got you pissed... wanted to see... how far I could push you, but you suddenly... just... gave up... you stopped looking...”
“Why? Why continue the game...? C'mon,... why?” Kim began drawing patterns up the woman's calves, beyond her knees, higher. Shego's hips jerked as the vanes stroked the inside of her thighs.
“Couldn't...” Shego gasped as the feather stroked up one leg, inside and out, then the other. “Couldn't stop! Tailed you... for months... wouldn't leave me... alone...” Shego looked up at the redhead, her eyes pleading, begging. “Thought it... dreamed it... wouldn't... leave me... Ah!” The last was torn out of her as the feather brushed up her centre, between her legs, her heaving core.
“And you saved me,” the red head breathed. “Why? Why did you save me...? Shhheeego...” The feather was swirling a diminishing spiral, her loins the centre of that maelstrom, slowly, slowly, closer, closer, closer... Her passion leaking out from her. Shego's panting breath was the only sound in the room, the beating of the wings of her desire seeking release.
“Couldn't... let ... it happen...” Jade eyes lit onto deep green and a spark grew. Shego shut her eyes. Was it now? It had to be now. Would she cling to it? Protect it? In the confusion of her beating heart, a frisson vibrated through her mind and she finally, after all the years, all the yearning and the subterfuge, she, the most wanted woman in the world, let go. She shut her eyes against the truth of it. “Couldn't live... without you...”
The feather stopped. The weight lifted off the bed. The warmth receded.
No.... no... Kimmie, please.... please.... I-I need.... The words jumbled in her reeling mind, lodged in her throat. Her heart hammered harder now. Felt as if the light was fading. The girl leaving, getting farther. Had she lost? Was it not to be? Was she cursed, as she'd always thought?
Suddenly, the weight returned. Skin, smooth and supple rested upon her chest, arms. Close. Intimate. She opened her eyes slowly, afraid of what she might find.
Kim Possible, teenaged, globe-trotting, world-saving hero, leaning down, her arms on Shego's chest, hands on the woman's collarbones, deep green staring into her own jade eyes, filling her vision, a vision of.... what?
“Thank you...” Kim's breath whispered across Shego's lips, warm and enticing. “Thank you..., thank you...” As she continued, she left light touches of her lips on Shego's cheeks, pressing closer, more intimately, zeroing in.
“Thank you...” The tip of her nose. Shego's arms contracted, still bound.
“Thank you...” The corner of her mouth. Her stomach began to vibrate with the song Kim was murmuring.
“Thank you...” Her bottom lip. Her eyes fluttering closed.
The last “thank you” is muffled as Shego finally captured Kim's lips with her own. The kiss wasn't rough. It wasn't fierce. It wasn't eager. It wasn't even heavy.
It was intense.
Kim withdrew and opened her eyes, the awareness of her perky breasts pressed against fuller mounds. Shego's luxuriously eyelashed lids remained closed. Kim began trailing her lips and tongue slowly down arch of the woman's neck, her hands rising to cup the bosom that heaved beneath her weight. Shego marvelled at the teen's skin sliding along her own as the girl shifted lower, the hands kneading, caressing in powerful strokes up and down her ribs.
Shego's body arched and twisted at the sudden tingling surge that coursed through her, the delectable pooling in her lips, her chest, her most private part when the lips found a nipple. They licked, they pressed, they teased, they bit. Through the raging storm of pleasure, she was only vaguely aware of the hero's lithe body pressed against her own, a warm touch of passion trickling down her thigh, a searing heat that seemed to communicate with the other burning between her legs, twin suns revolving in harmonious gravitation.
Something hot and slick pushed up against the mound of her sex, forcing out a shuddering moan from the green woman's engorged lips.
“Did you like my little smiles, Shhheeeggoo?” The scent of Kim's voice tormented her. “They were... just for you.” Shego shuddered as the redhead's body pushed up against her and Kim's sighing voice faltered.
“Did you like how I... arched my back? How I... turned my hips?” The heat of the girl's low purr prickled the skin of her chest as the hero lay her head down and flicked her agile tongue.
“How about my... hot pants, did you like... those?” Shego mind was incandescent, with a singular coruscating comprehension dawning on her consciousness, the motion and pressure of the hero feeding that understanding, feeding it, nurturing it, bringing it to a monstrous maturity that frightened and tantalized the comet enhanced beauty. “The... skirts?” She wanted to hold her princess close, closer than anyone ever before, but the restraints were driving her to the brink, to the edge of blissful insanity. Even the strands of hair that tickled her ribs tormented her sensitive skin.
Slim arms slid under Shego's, the slim hands gripping the older woman's shoulders from underneath, hooking onto her to leverage her passion even higher.
“Ah! God yes! I- Unh! Loved it!” she cried out, as if the shouted words could relieve the tension in her constrained limbs. Her body moved of its own accord, her hips moving to a rhythm all their own. Even as they thrust upward the redhead pressed downward building a tectonic pressure known since the beginning of time. She wanted to pull the restraints off and wrap the girl in an embrace, yet her mind could no longer command her body, the mental faculties having been circumvented and deflected by the rising tide of pleasure.
Shego's skin began to glow. She didn't even notice in the dim light, but the hero did. Even as she moved atop the woman, she stared in fascination as the light green skin began to shimmer. Before her very eyes, specks of light began to rise from the woman, glittering for a few seconds before fading, floating higher and higher. Even as Kim pressed against her, sheets of pleasure overlaying her mind, the glow became more and more pronounced. As the pleasure mounted, higher and higher, deeper and deeper, the glow began to pulse in time with the flex of their hips.
Soon, the red head's eyes rolled up and closed, as the pleasure began to over take her, her gasps and moans echoing, harmonizing, merging with the woman's. Around them a light green corona expanded. The glowing wisps increased in number as Shego suddenly clamped her teeth shut, her muscles pulling taught, her body straining against the hero even as the redhead gripped the woman, her hips jerking feverishly. Her gasps breathed across the woman's heaving breasts. The luminous specks began to swirl above them, faster and faster.
A whine began to emanate from Shego, a rumble deep down in her belly. Her head jerked back and forth, denying the destination even as the girl drew her toward a cataclysmic destination. A tingle, almost painful in intensity, began at the base of her spine; the sound of Kim's guttural groans as the redhead neared her orgasm pushed her over the edge.
An undulating roar ripped itself out of her even as she convulsed, the red head clutching the glowing woman, sparks soaring from their bodies. Even as the two woman shuddered in unison, the room filled with streaks of light, swirling in a lightstorm of passionate cries.
After an eternity of tremors, the light slowly flickered, dimming, then winking out, heaven leaving two sweat slicked bodies, gasping for breath. Shego felt Kim slowly turned her head, sliding her hands a top her chest. It took Shego several more minutes to recuperate.
“I... Kim...” Thoughts, images, feelings were burgeoning back into her post-orgasmic brain. Restrained tears began to leak out of her eyes.
“Shhhh...” Kim said, shifting a finger against her smeared lips. “Shhh... I wanted to... be with you. Did you know? For how long? And now... now I am.” Kim's smile was small, and sweet. Shego blinked at the innocent purity of it.
“B-but... I...?” Shego's mind still swam. What was Pumpkin saying?
“Oh, I know. I tried to deny it. So ferociously wrong and sick,” the words roll off the hero's tongue in a tremulous purr that spiked her heartbeat. “Dated practically everyone I could think of to take you off my mind. But it didn't matter. It didn't change. Only one thing.” Kim brushed a sweat soaked lock from Shego's forehead gently, “I didn't know how you felt. But now... now I know.”
“Princess, I don't know... you're still a minor, I didn't mean for this to happen,” Her thoughts still seemed to be a little jumbled, like massive monoliths, tumbled about by the wash of passion along the plains of her mind.
“Shego,... I turned eighteen three days ago.”
The woman's eyes narrowed as she forced her mind to work, attempting to ignore the lithe form pressed against her. Her eyes widened for a moment. “Wait, you're telling me...” she stopped, not willing to believe it. But when Kim smirked, that old curl of the lip that Shego knew so well during their long clashes across the globe, she knew.
“I am a Possible,” was all Kim said.
“Huh. So devious, Kimmie...” Shego said, a smile that began playing across her lips. “That's such a turn on. But just one thing, Pumpkin...” Shego's two index fingers suddenly glowed brightly as she slid the flaring fingers expertly across the ropes holding the cuffs. Kim yelped as she sat up and turned, rolling the redhead to lie across green thighs. One arm gently and firmly cradled her even as the other flicked flames through the ropes restraining the woman's legs.
“Did you plan for this?” she whispered as she leaned down, the thief stealing a kiss from the hero. A long, deep, mesmerizing kiss.
“Something... to be said for ad lib,” the redhead replied breathlessly.