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Kim was being weird. The first time, Shego hadn’t been sure; she’d thought the girl was just having an off day or something. The second time, maybe a fluke. But by the fourth time, there was no doubt about it; Kim was definitely being weird.
Shego couldn’t put her finger on exactly what it was, but she was sure that something was going on. Kim got caught off guard more easily, and she seemed distracted when Shego taunted her. Sometimes, when they fought, Shego got the sense that Kim was intentionally drawing it out. It was annoying because, even if she had fun messing with Kim, she would rather get it over with so she could go back to mocking Drakken or relaxing at a spa. So she was getting really tired of Kim dragging things out.
After fifteen or so times, Shego was seriously fed up with it. And then Kim landed on top of her, straddling her waist…and didn’t move. She just hovered there. Being weird. Shego sighed, deciding this was as good a time as ever. “Okay, Cupcake, what’s your deal?”
“My deal?”
“Yeah, your deal. You’ve been acting weird for weeks, so what—” She was cut off abruptly as Kim leaned down and pressed their lips together. It took a few seconds for her mind to catch up to what was going on. Kim was kissing her.
In an instant, Shego shoved Kim off and sprang to her feet. “What the hell was that?”
Kim looked up at her from her place on the floor. “A kiss,” she answered quietly. Yeah, no shit.
“Why?”
Kim got to her feet, looking into Shego’s eyes earnestly. “You already know.” No, she really didn’t. “Shego, I know you’re feeling this too. You’re the only person who ever gives me a good fight, and you have all those pet names for me, and…” She trailed off, suddenly hesitant. “You do, um, like women, right?”
“Yeah.” And suddenly all the pieces came together. I know you’re feeling this too. Kim was interested in her.
Shego wasn’t stupid. She knew she was hot; she took good care of her body, and she had no problem showing it off. If Kim was starting to question things, Shego was a pretty obvious choice. An attractive older woman, who gave her the thrill of a good fight and constantly teased her? Yeah, in Kim’s place, she probably would’ve gone for that too.
For the first time, she tried to look at Kim like that. Tried to imagine kissing her, or being in bed with her. And she immediately felt dirty, just from thinking about it. “Look, Kimmie, I’m flattered…but you’re just a kid.”
Kim glared defiantly. “I’m fourteen.”
“And I’m twenty.”
“So? It’s only six years.”
Shego shook her head, trying to be gentle. How had she never seen this before? Her archenemy was just a teenager. Right now, Kim was a scared, vulnerable kid, and Shego was many things, but she wasn’t cruel. “Kimmie, those six years make a big difference.” How could she possibly explain this in a way that Kim would understand? She glanced around the lair, and realized that this was definitely not a conversation to have in public. “Here, come with me.” Shego offered a hand to pull Kim with her, and the girl latched on, immediately squeezing tight. Shego realized her mistake and tried to free her hand, but Kim wouldn’t let go. Way to give her false hope.
Shego brought her to a large supply closet, where there was space for both of them to sit. She managed to keep couple feet between them, in spite of Kim’s attempts to stay close. “Kimmie— Kim. Listen, I’m trying to help you here. We’re in totally different places. I graduated college. I have a full time job. And you’re still in high school.”
“But I beat you at your job! We’re as close to equal as you can get.”
Kim’s lip was trembling like she was about to cry, and Shego’s heart ached for her. She couldn’t imagine what that was like, being attracted to her enemy and being turned down like this. In Kim’s place, she would’ve felt humiliated. Ashamed.
“I know it doesn’t make sense right now, but come find me when you’re twenty, and tell me if you still think this could work. Okay?”
“Why not when I’m eighteen?”
Shego actually winced. Poor girl… “You should never be with someone who’s waiting for you to turn eighteen just so you’re an adult. You don’t want to be with anyone who’s using you for sex.”
Kim’s eyes were overflowing with tears. “You wouldn’t.” Against her better judgement, Shego pulled the girl close, and held her while she cried.
“You should find someone your own age, Princess. Someone who’s in the same place as you.”
“No one is,” Kim sobbed. “No one but you.” Shego rubbed Kim’s back as the girl sobbed in her arms. Right now, she felt older than ever. Here she was, trying to steer Kim in the right direction. Trying to steer a kid in the right direction. Trying to keep her from doing something she’d regret. And, as much as she was emphasizing her age to Kim, she didn’t feel old enough for this.
Kim suddenly shoved her away, her eyes still filled with tears. “Just give us a chance,” she pleaded.
“I’m sorry, Princess.”
“You really are evil.” The girl got to her feet and slammed the door open, and she ran like the idea of staying near Shego was unbearable.
“You’ll thank me for this one day,” Shego whispered into the empty closet.