Author: Lilith (Fairybite, neversaynever)
Email: fairiesbite@yahoo.com

Pairing: Kim/Shego

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: These characters belong to Disney, not me.  No harm intended, no profit made . . . please don't sue.
Distribution: My site, the Collective Worx . . . anywhere else, please ask first.

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up against the wall

Rolling out of a top-floor doorway, tumbling and flipping their way down a fire escape, Kim Possible and Shego fought their way to the ground, completely unaware of anything else around them.

Both women jumped over the railing at the last landing, dropping into the dark alleyway below.  Kim’s landing was imperfect, only slightly, and she wobbled for just an instant.

Shego shoved Kim up against the cold wall, knocking the wind out of her.  She smiled menacingly, unlit hands pinning Kim’s shoulders to the hard bricks.  Before the teen hero could catch her breath, Shego kissed her, hard on the lips.

Too shocked to struggle, Kim’s mouth opened in a gasp, and Shego’s tongue just slid inside.  The villainess pressed their bodies close and took Kim’s mouth like an invading army, sucking and biting at her lips, devouring.  Kim tried to think, tried to surface, but she couldn’t clear her head.  Her heart was still pounding with their fight, pumping adrenaline through her body.  The nature of the attack had changed; that was all.

So, she kissed back, viciously, teeth clashing and tongues dueling until they were both out of breath.  The kiss broke, but Shego didn’t back off; she just stood there, her face less than an inch away from Kim’s, licking her lips idly.  Kim glared.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Shego raised an eyebrow, rolled her eyes, and dove back in.  Apparently she had only been catching her breath.

Distracted, Kim didn’t notice that her zipper was open until she felt a cool, gloveless hand slip over her stomach and into her pants, sliding smoothly under the elastic hem of her white cotton underwear.  She stiffened in shock.

Kissing was one thing, but this was going too far.  She squirmed a little, but did nothing to discourage her opponent.  Shego stroked her neatly-trimmed hair, raking her fingers through it, teasing lower to skate over the outside of her sex.  Kim squirmed even more, trying desperately to move her hips out of the other woman’s reach, but there was nowhere else to go.  Her back was pressed flat against the cold bricks of the building, and the alley was cramped, with no room to maneuver even if she could get free.  Her attempt to inventory these nonexistent options came to a crashing halt as—

Shego’s fingers slid easily between Kim’s labia, exploring what was almost certainly virgin territory.  Virgin . . . and very slippery.  She grinned and murmured against Kim’s mouth.

”Why, Princess . . . you’re just soaked.  Could you be enjoying yourself?”  Kim opened her mouth to deny it, but Shego moved one finger lightly, very lightly, back and forth over Kim’s clit . . . just barely teasing it with her nail.  Kim shuddered deeply and moaned, arching involuntarily, pressing into Shego’s hand.

“There now, precious, I have you . . .”  Shego’s other hand moved to cup one still-clothed breast, gently, as she sped the pace of her fingers, down below.  Her very clever fingers, long and slender.  They dipped in and out of Kim, rubbing and stroking in all the right places.

Then, achingly slowly . . . one, two, three entered Kim completely, reaching up and up further than Kim had ever managed on her own.  Angling themselves to hit the sweet spot, Shego’s fingers pumped in and out of her again, and again, and again.

All thought of fighting back was lost, along with every vestige of control.  Nothing had ever felt like this before; no solitary explorations had come even close.  Kim was electrified, on fire.  All her limbs were burning, heat emanating through her from every place their bodies touched.  She gasped again, unable to catch her breath, her hips rocking to create a counterpoint with Shego’s rhythm.

It wasn’t enough, not quite . . . she felt a rising inside of herself, steady but far too slow.  Whimpering helplessly, she ground down onto Shego’s hand.  She bit her lip to hold in the “please.”

Pressing her advantage, Shego pumped faster, her hand dripping with Kim’s arousal, her thumb rubbing ruthlessly against her clit.  She made a growling noise low in her throat, and bit down on Kim’s neck, sucking there.  Murmuring, “give in, Princess.  Admit it.  You’re mine.”

Crying out, Kim went to pieces; her eyes fell closed in surrender as she came and came, shuddering uncontrollably.

Shego held her there for a long moment, stroking her cheek almost tenderly, until the tremors subsided.  Then she removed her hands, brushed her lips briefly against Kim’s, and disappeared over the low wall at the end of the alleyway.

Kim swayed there for a moment.  Then her knees buckled, and she sank to the ground, her head falling back to rest against the wall.  “That . . . was a hell of a way to win a fight,” she whispered to no-one in particular, and laughed shakily.