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"Watch out Kim!"
Teen heroine Kim Possible ducked just in time to avoid Shego's foot, the plasma wielder landing and quickly rolling into a battle stance. "Stop that rocket Ron" Kim ordered her sidekick, "Shego's mine."
Shego took a swipe with her glowing fists but Kim anticipated it and stepped out of reach. Her blood was pumping as she studied Shego's posture. She had fought many villains but only felt this kind of thrill around Shego.
"Running away? I thought you wanted to play with me princess?" Shego taunted.
Kim took up her own martial arts stance and the two began fighting in earnest, kicking and punching and dodging each others strikes while trapezing around the lair. Kim ducked under a punch, grabbing the wrist as she went and emerged behind Shego where she quickly wrapped her other arm around the woman's body to complete the hold.
"Couldn't resist copping a feel?"
Kim blinked and realized it wasn't Shego's shoulder she'd grabbed to restrain her body, it was one of her generous breasts. Thanks to the distraction Shego was able to break free and knock Kim back.
Pushing her advantage Shego lit up her hands and took several swipes, forcing a disoriented Kim to back away clumsily and nearly fall from a ledge. Catching her by the collar Shego pressed herself against Kim's back while holding her over the chasm. The feeling of Shego's breath on her neck was electrifying and Kim's heart rate rocketed.
"I can't blame you" Shego whispered, "I've been wanting to find out what's under your shirt too." Shego's hand snaked up her waist but before she could follow through on her threat Kim executed a back flip that put Shego on the defensive again. They continued to fight until the lair began to shake and alarms went off.
Shego frowned, "That's my cue to leave. It seems like Drakken's rocket isn't going to go very far today."
Grabbing a fabric office chair Shego ignited it and then kicked it forward to cover her escape. Rather than avoiding it Kim ran straight ahead, jumping over it at the last moment and tackling Shego to the ground. "You're not getting away this time" Kim declared as she held down the villain.
"Mmm, you're pretty aggressive about this Kimmie, are you sure you don't want to finish this somewhere more... intimate?" Shego wiggled to emphasize how tightly Kim had pushed their chests together. "Oh, and you might want to check the ceiling too" she added.
Kim spared a glance upward and saw that the beams where on the verge of collapse, they both needed to get out here soon. Taking advantage of the lapse Shego pressed her lips to Kim's and the younger girl momentarily forgot everything she was supposed to be doing.
Slipping free Shego raced toward the exit. "See you again soon" she called back.
Looking dumbfounded at where Shego had escaped she felt a tug on her arm. "Come on KP, we've got to get out of here before the whole place comes down" her boyfriend Ron insisted.
Inside the small plane carrying them back to Middleton Kim was deep in thought. Every time she was with Shego her heart pounded. She just couldn't get the older woman's flirtatious words out of her head.
But she was in a happy relationship with Ron, or was she? While their relationship was not totally unphysical it was always Ron who had to initiate things and even then Kim usually turned him down. Could she be in denial about her true sexuality?
The more she thought about it the more certain she became that she had a different destiny. She was simply meant to be with Shego, not Ron. Kim called to the seat behind her "Ron, can we talk?"
"What is it Kim?" came the chirpy reply.
Taking a deep breath Kim turned to face him. "I've been thinking, about us. I think we might have different goals in our relationship, different things we want that aren't entirely... of the same sort. I think we might, well, be more suited to other people and we should spend some time apart so we can get that sorted out. But afterward we'll still be Team Possible, alright?"
Ron gave no answer so after a moment she turned back to face the front, not noticing how shell shocked he was at her declaration. From her seat she couldn't see him staring vacantly at the back of her head for the rest of the flight back.
Ron slumped against the door of his locker as he joylessly gathered up the books he would need for his first class. On the way to school he'd been thinking of the things he could say to Kim that might change her mind. Nothing he thought of sounded right to him so it was just as well that he hadn't seen her in the halls yet.
"Hey there Ron, are you ok?"
Ron looked up to see Tara, one of the schools pretty blonde cheerleaders. Today she had matched her normal pleated skirt with a fuzzy pink sweater that was pulled tight by the straps of her backpack. Past her smile there was a subtle look of concern written on her face.
"You just look like you lost something important, that's all" she elaborated.
Ron tried to smile back "Yeah, um, Kim and I sort of broke up." Tara responded with a muted gasp and Ron continued "Kim said she had some other things she needed to work on. I guess that's important and stuff."
Tara laid a hand on his arm in support. "That's so sad. You two seemed like such a perfect couple. And even before that you where best friends for like forever." Tara rubbed her thumb across his skin in a soothingly gesture "Are you sure you're going to be alright today?"
"Um yeah, I just need a little, I mean I'm just... I'll be fine" stammered Ron but he could see that Tara wasn't convinced. Pulling his arm away he held up his hand and pointed at his chin "This guy's strong enough to handle anything."
"Oh you big silly, you don't have to pretend to be tough" Tara exclaimed as she embraced him in a crushing hug. Ron froze when he become aware of just how they where pressed together. His hand was trapped in between her warm and ample boobs as she snuggled into him and buried her head in his neck. With her mashing them into his own chest and encircling his fingers he was being given a very detailed demonstration of the size and contours of her breasts.
However the most pressing concern Ron faced was lower. He was very anxious about where her bare legs kept swaying and brushing against him while she held on to him tightly. As discretely as he could Ron made the awkward shift to angle his hips away from her. He couldn't let Tara to make contact with the wrong place and discover the very ill-timed boner he was trying to wish away.
And she wasn't making it easy either. She rubbed the back of his neck in sympathy and lightly swayed side to side in their embrace. The motion only served to roll and knead her breasts more into his unintended touch, the sweater's loose knit fabric allowing for many points of skin to skin contact. Ron groaned internally thinking of how much he'd love to take advantage of the situation if he wasn't so uncertain about the reaction he'd get.
Finally she released him and Ron took the opportunity to quickly pull away, only for Tara to reach out and take his hand with both of hers. Turning her eyes down to where she had anchored him her demeanor changed as she shifted nervously from one foot to the other.
"You know Ron if it's ok maybe we could meet up later. I'd be happy to talk about things or even just listen if that's what you want. We don't have to go anywhere or do anything; we could just hang out, you and me, no pressure or anything." Tara fidgeted with his hand as she looked up and waited for his response.
"That ah, sounds sort of nice. So maybe we'll talk later, ok?" he answered with an awkward smile.
Tara's own smile widened and she managed an "ok" of her own. "Well we've got class now, so...later" she explained as she slipped her fingers from his and began stepping away. Finding something inside herself she abruptly came forward again and planted a quick kiss on his cheek before scurrying down the hallway.
