Title: For the Love of Fighting

Author: AppleCore

Fandom: Kim Possible

Pairing: KiGo

Spoilers: None

Rating: PG-17

Disclaimer: Characters and their props do not belong to me, they are the property of Disney, no copyright infringement is intended or inferred. I'm not making any money from them and I make no claim to them whatsoever.

Warning: F/F so if you're under 18 or living somewhere backward, please don't go on!

Feedback: Yes please (I'm a newbie, so be gentle)!

"Sorry, K.P." Ron hung his head.

Kim sighed and winced as Shego pulled the ropes around her wrists tighter. "Don't sweat it, Ron." She muttered.

"There you go, Pumpkin, all trussed up like a Christmas turkey." Shego finished the knot with a flourish and a smirk.

"I think you enjoy tying me up a little too much." Quipped Kim, but Shego had already turned expectantly to Drakken who had now finished positioning an unlikely-looking weapon, like some kind of giant ray-gun, so that it pointed directly at the two incapacitated heroes. He turned to face them with an evil grin.

"This is my Dream Reader machine." He announced with a flourish. "It can see into the deepest recesses of the human mind and display your very dreams, the expressions of your sub-conscious."

"Great." Murmured Shego sarcastically. "That'll show 'em."

"That's enough, Shego." Drakken turned to her. "Do you always have to trash my inventions?"

"I was kinda hoping that it would at least fry them." Responded Shego.

"But this way, we'll be able to see Kim Possible's deepest fears and desires. How can we beat our enemy if we don't truly KNOW our enemy?"

"By kicking her butt?" Shego shrugged and pulled out her nail file.

Drakken sniffed and turned back to his victims. "So Kim Possible, what are your nightmares?"

"Uh," Kim had turned a deep shade of red. "Look, really, they're not that interesting." If she hadn't been tied quite so tightly she would have squirmed. "Really, I can just tell you my deepest fears, there's the one about the mutant snowmen..."

One week earlier...

Kim Possible sat bolt upright in bed, sweating and breathing heavily. For some time now she'd been having... well, naughty dreams, waking up every morning in the aftershocks of orgasm. But this morning for the first time, she remembered her dream lover. Vivid green eyes, raven black hair, a sultry, sarcastic laugh. Pale green skin. "No!!!!" she wailed.

Present...

On the large Dream Reader screen, Ron Stoppable sat at his desk in his underwear whilst Rufus sat beside him eating nacos.

"Oh, Jesus." Muttered Shego, looking supremely bored.

"Yum yum" said Rufus.

"But you've actually DONE that!" managed Kim.

Mr. Barkin handed back a paper with a bright red "F" in the top right-hand corner. "But I haven't even finished the test!" Dream Ron was saying, rising halfway out of his chair, before remembering that he was only wearing his underwear.

"Well, I suppose EVERYONE had those kind of dreams when they were a teenager." Drakken looked unhappily nostalgic.

Several cheerleaders danced across the screen.

"Haven't we had enough of this?" asked Shego.

"Absolutely." Said Drakken a little too quickly. "Enough of the sidekick - who is this buffoon, anyway? Let's find out about the real hero."

"My dreams are completely boring..." Kim stammered as Drakken refocussed the Dream Reader in her direction. "It's not even worth..." her voice trailed off as the screen lit up with a tangle of limbs. "It's just a stupid dream, it doesn't mean..." But no-one was listening.

"Oh, my." Said Drakken uncomfortably as a very recognisable Shego stroked Dream Kim's bare breast, a hand reaching down between her legs. He turned to his workbench, then pretended to examine his fingernails.

"K.P!" exclaimed Ron struggling against his ropes to flash her an outraged look, as Rufus scrambled out of his pocket with an indignant "Hey!", fled up to his shoulder and walloped him over the head.

The dream images were kissing now, even without the sensation of being inside the dream and feeling everything that was happening, delicious warmth was seeping downward and Kim tore her eyes away, wanting to crawl into a hole and die.

Shego stood facing the screen, her back to Kim, Ron and Drakken. She watched silently, her arms across her chest, unmoving as the two figures on the screen drove one another to even wilder heights of passion.

'She's not gonna be happy about this.' Thought Kim, 'She's probably disgusted, how will I ever face her in a fight again?' She glanced frantically at the screen, 'Oh god, not that  bit!'

Finally the screen began to fade out, but that didn't make Kim feel any better. Ron was completely silent, shaking his head mutely. Drakken had found something to distract him on the Dream Reader's control panel.

Finally Shego turned and looked Kim directly in the eye. There was no anger or disgust in her gaze, just a wry smile and a quirked eyebrow. "Well, well, Princess." She smirked as she walked past her, towards the door.

"You think you're all that!" echoed behind them from the smoking ruins of Drakken's lair.

"So... er... Kim, does this mean..."

"Shut up, Ron."

"But... I, er... um..."

"Don't want to talk about it, Ron."

"Okay, K.P. It's just that..."

"Ron!"

Five weeks later...

"Hey Wade, what's the sitch?" Kim was relieved by the interruption to her history class.

"Some serious drama downtown, K.P., a secret lab in an abandoned warehouse has been broken into. There are security alarms going off all over the place."

"A secret lab? What are they making there?"

"Don't know, K.P., but what ever it is, someone evil wants it."

"I'm on it, Wade." She ran down the hall toward Ron's math class, coming to a skidding halt near the door. 'Math test!' She chewed her lip for a moment, weighing up her options. 'Better leave him to it, he's failing math.' She took off back down the hall.

Duff Killigan! He had hold of one end of a shiny mechanical device and Drakken held the other end. Kim guessed that whatever it was, it had been made in the secret lab. They tugged the thing back and forth between them, alternately grunting "Mine!", "No, mine!"

Kim leapt into the fray, wrenching it away from both of them. "No, MINE!" she said, whisking it away from their reach.

"Och, you annoying little twat!" snarled Killigan, reaching for his three-iron and a handful of golf balls.

"SHEEE-Go!" roared Drakken.

"Hey, Kimmie, long time no see!"

Kim turned just in time to duck as a ball of green plasma flew over her head and smashed into the wall behind her. She tucked the shiny gadget under her arm and leapt out of the way as a golf ball exploded where she had been standing. She turned to face Shego head on. "Shego!" she tried to snarl convincingly. In reality she really would have rathered be anywhere else. If it wasn't bad enough that she had one arm incapacitated, she suddenly felt swamped by self-doubt, remembering her humiliation.

"I really have missed you." Shego smirked. Her gaze destroyed any hope Kim had of pretending the entire embarrassing Dream Reader incident hadn't taken place.

'Okay', she thought, 'Bring it, then!' She launched a swinging highkick at Shego's head, but the villain dodged back and came in low so quickly that Kim was barely able to deflect her. Kim sprang out of the way of a plasma ball and came down on the raised end of a plank of wood, seesawed over a pile of plastic sheeting, on the other end of which stood Shego. The henchwoman went flying upward, but managed to land a few metres away with catlike grace.

"Nice, Pumpkin, very nice!" she taunted.

"Why do you do that?" asked Kim, feeling rather emboldened by the small victory.

"What's that?" asked Shego, moving closer, the ever present smirk on her face.

"Call me pet names, like Princess, or Kimmie, or Pumpkin?" Kim braced for the thief's attack.

"It's because... well..." Shego appeared to stutter and look sheepish, but her eyes glinted with mischief. "I've kind of been secretly crushing on you, for like, ages..." She wasn't able to say anything further as Kim launched a pre-emptive strike, the furious foot missing her by mere millimetres. Even then, she was barely able to react in time to dodge a series of equally furious blows, as she was nearly convulsed with laughter.

"Fuck you, Shego!" hissed Kim through her teeth, so angry she couldn't open her mouth for fear of screaming. "I am NOT crushing on you. It was just these stupid nightmares that I kept having... that I don't have anymore." She punctuated her final statement with a kick, which Shego dodged easily, then caught her leg around the thigh.

"There's a lot of denial there, Kimmie."

Kim ground her teeth. "I'm not even into girls, and if I were, I'd never crush on someone like you!"

"And that's some more." Shego grinned. She swung the redhead back against the wall, trapping her with her own body. "But aren't you just..." Shego's voice dropped to a purr. "...A little curious about the possibilities!" She pressed sensuously against her.

Kim gasped. Dream memories swamped her and her head spun a little. She fought the treachery of her own emotions and snarled back at Shego. "Cut it out, Shego!"

"Are you absolutely sure about that?" drawled Shego, leaning in very close to her. Their lips brushed and Kim was now fighting a losing battle.

"No!" she groaned as their lips met again and Shego was kissing her. She tried to pull away, but the villain held her securely. She began to lose the will to fight as the kiss deepened, and a flickering tongue explored her mouth. The scent of Shego so close to her was dizzying, the sidekick's hand on her head became a caress, and suddenly she was making no attempt to break away. Instead she leaned in to the kiss and reciprocated. For long seconds it continued until Shego gave a little moan and froze, before quickly pulling away. She stared at Kim, the smirk no longer on her face, just something akin to open-mouth astonishment.

Then Kim blinked.

Shego leapt backward, releasing her and landing some metres away. She had the shiny silver device in her left hand. "Yoink!" she smirked, maddeningly.

"Shego," Kim spat. "You... what did you think you were..." She raced after her but Shego was away, leaping to take hold of a rope dangling from  Drakken's hovercraft, which hummed over a large hole in the ceiling.

"I'm sorry, Princess, but I think it's probably best this way. You know, the whole bit about you're good... I'M EVIL! Doy!"

Kim watched her scramble up the rope, chest heaving with the after-effects of the kiss, as well as fury. She didn't notice as Duff Killigan sneaked out of the back door, rolling a parting-gift toward her - which came to a stop, unnoticed, by her feet.

The golf ball exploded and Shego leapt down from the ceiling again, sweeping Kim off her feet by the waist to land unharmed a short distance away.

"Jesus Christ, Kimmie, are you trying to get yourself killed?" She said before leaping back up to the ceiling again and disappearing.

Kim stood still in shock for a few seconds. That had so not been what she'd been expecting. She'd just been saved by Shego. She'd just been kissed by Shego. Who was tricking her to get the shiny thing. Then she'd been saved by Shego. Her mind went in circles for a little bit then she pulled herself together. 'Don't think about it,' her brain advised, shutting down on all the various implications and consequences firmly.

"Uh...Wade?" she asked, flipping open her Kimmunicator.

"Hey, K.P., what's the sitch?"

"They got away, Drakken and Shego, with the shiny thing - what is it anyway? Did you find out?"

"No joy there, K.P. I'll try and track it." He took a sip of his drink.

"Let me know as soon as you have anything." She demanded.

"I'm on it." Wade signed out.

Kim sighed and walked slowly from the warehouse.

"What the hell is that thing, anyway?" asked Shego irritably, flicking a finger along it's shiny side.

"A gift wrapping machine." Drakken rubbed his hands together with glee.

"A gift wrapping machine." Shego repeated. "Tell me again. What do you need a gift wrapping machine for?"

"Why, there's Christmas and..." he trailed off as his sidekick rounded on him with a furious glare. "And... I just didn't have one already." He snapped.

"You didn't have one." She repeated. "YOU DIDN'T HAVE ONE?" She raised a plasma filled hand furiously. "I went through all that so you could get a new... toy? What about destroying the Earth?"

"What about your birthday?" he bickered. "And you went through all that? What all that? I thought you could kick Kim Possible's ass! In fact, I thought you LIKED fighting Kim Possible!"

"I DO NOT like..." Shego seemed momentarily stumped. Then she turned on her heel and stormed from the main lab.

The dreams returned. Every night Kim awoke with memories of deeper and deeper  depravity with Shego. The feeling of being kissed by the villain returned at odd moments, like when she was sitting in class, or cheerleading. Wade called with fewer problems: her situation wasn't helped by the fact that things were quiet in the criminal world. She needed a mission to distract her.

"I think it's about a four-point-nine." Remarked Ron, putting the new Buenos Nachos Naco-Burger back on the table. "Needs more hot sauce." Rufus took a huge bite, shrugged, then wolfed the entire thing.

"Four-point-nine." Murmured Kim.

"Are you actually paying attention here, K.P?" Ron asked. "Because this is a very important day. The new Naco Burger could potentially be the greatest..." he trailed off. Kim wasn't listening. "Earth to Kim!" he called, waving a hand in front of her eyes.

"Wha... what?" she asked, focussing back on Ron.

"Where the hell were you?" he asked. "In fact, where the hell have you been for the past few weeks?"

Kim rubbed her hands over her eyes. "I've just been... well, thinking about missions." She blinked. "Or the lack thereof." She added hurriedly. "Things have been so quiet lately. Have all the bad guys gone on strike or something and no-one told me?"

"It has been quiet." Ron agreed. "A little TOO quiet!" He quipped.

"Of course." Kim said suddenly.

"What?" Ron was confused.

"You're a genius, Ron." Kim sat upright, pulling out her Kimmunicator.

"Well we knew that already." He puffed out his chest with pride. "But what did I do this time?"

"Hey K.P. what's the sitch?" it was Wade.

"Wade, things have been too quiet lately. There's something major going on, I can feel it."

"What kind of something?"

"I don't know. Last time they were this quiet, everyone had joined together to help Gemini."

"You think Gemini's back?" Wade chewed his pizza nervously.

"I just need you check things out, Okay?"

"I'm on it." Wade signed off.

Wade couldn't find anything about Gemini, but he did find strange activities occurring at a sub-alpine hideaway owned by Lord Monty Fiske. Several helicopter-loads of suspicious materials had been delivered, coded conversations had been taking place between there and several other places around the world.

"It may not be anything, K.P.," cautioned Wade.

"I'll check it out anyway." Kim breathed a sigh of relief. A good battle with Monkey Fist was exactly what she needed to clear the cobwebs - and Shego - from her mind.

"It's about one hundred metres upslope from here, Miss Possible." The hardened fighter pilot saluted her over his shoulder.

"Thanks for the lift, Colonel Jones." Kim grinned at him.

"It's all I can do after you saved my hometown from that snow-ray last year."

"Just doing my job, Colonel." Kim looked out the window at the frigid landscape. "Ready Ron?"

"Are we ejecting?" Ron asked apprehensively.

"Yep." Said Kim and pulled the lever. The two seats leapt from the aeroplane and then began to hurtle downwards at a mind-bending pace.

"Whoa, K.P!" wailed Ron.

"Pull your chute, Ron." Kim reminded him.

Rufus leaned out of Ron's pocket, reaching over to pull the chute for him.

Thud. Thud.

"C'mon, Ron." Kim was on her feet, detaching from her parachute harness.

"I'm right with you, K.P." Ron replied, tripping over his. "Tell me, why does Monkey Fist have a secret hideaway in a sup-alpine location? Surely bananas don't grow in this cold, and..."

Kim tuned out momentarily, focussing her binoculars on the complex upslope. She couldn't see any guards, but there were sure to be monkey ninjas everywhere.

"...Senor Senior Sr. has it right, tropical island: sand, sea and surf! Doncha think K.P?"

"Absolutely." She answered. They crept upslope, finally reaching the compound perimeter. Still no guards. Kim led them around the side wall, searching for a way in, finally finding a ventilation  shaft that could accommodate them in single file.

"...Whereas if you're going to be evil, you might as well just do something dramatic - I mean who cares about what's hot right now if you're trying to destroy the world - like an underwater lair..." Ron was still on his topic.

Rufus nodded enthusiastically. "Underwater!" he agreed.

"Ron, I really think..." She was taken from behind by several furry shapes. "Maybe now's not the best time for lair musing!"

Kim sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the door. She was in a small bedroom somewhere on the second floor. She had tried to kick her way out for several minutes, then used every gadget she was carrying. Her lipstick laser hadn't even made a scratch on the heavy grey material. Now she sat and tried to compose her mind.

First priority: get out of this room.

Second priority: find Ron.

Third priority: stop Monkey Fist.

She glared at the door and cocked her head, listening to see if she could hear any noises that might give her a clue as to where Ron was being held. Nothing. The walls were as thick as the door.

Suddenly there was a click and hum as the door came to life. It slid inches to the left and a figure slipped through before it closed again.

Kim leapt to her feet and dropped into a fighting stance. "Shego! What are you doing here?"

"Some stupid plan of Monkey Fist and Dr. D's." Shego shrugged, looking unimpressed.

"They're working together?" Kim asked.

"Yeah, you know, take over the world kind of stuff." She glanced down at her nails then looked back up at Kim. "The real question is, what are YOU doing here, Princess?" She smirked. "I mean, not what are you doing here in the sub-artic - of course you'd find your way here with all these evil plans a-brewing, but what are you doing getting yourself locked in this room? Surely those little trained apes didn't beat you into submission." She raised an eyebrow and shot a heavy glance at Kim as she said the word 'submission.'

Kim ground her teeth. "They took me by surprise."

"Hmm." Shego leaned back against the door. "Or maybe you knew I was here all along, and couldn't resist..."

"That's really enough, Shego!" Kim was sick of the innuendo.

"I thought it was only just beginning, Pumpkin." Shego took a step toward Kim.

"Oh, no." Kim put up both hands. "I'm not falling for that again!" She told her, backing away. But even as she said the words she remembered the kiss and her heart began to beat faster.

"There's no shiny gift wrapping machine to snatch this time." Pointed out Shego.

"Gift wrapping machine?" asked Kim suddenly.

"Yeah, don't ask!" Shego rolled her eyes. "My point was, maybe there's nothing to fall for this time." Shego grinned. "Here we are, just you and me, cosy little room. I turned the internal sensors off, you know."

"Too cosy, Shego." Kim's throat was dry as she struggled to maintain her objections. "Even if it's not a trick, I don't... want you." She had backed up to the window sill on the far wall. Shego was only paces away from her. Kim willed her further forward despite herself, a flush growing in her cheeks.

"Yeah, sure Kimmie, we both know what you want." Shego drawled.

"It's so not true!" Kim hoped she was being convincing, because her mind would not allow her to contemplate what might happen if she wasn't, although her body was straining against her control, wanting it so badly she thought she might explode.

"Really true or just kinda true?" asked Shego, wavering slightly.

"Really true." Kim replied adamantly, managing to mask the quaver of doubt in her voice. Shego shrugged with a frown. "Well, if you say so, then I'll just leave." She turned to go, and Kim's heart involuntarily plummeted, she suddenly couldn't breathe.

"Fuck." Swore Kim and shot her hand out, taking the thief's arm and stopping her. When Shego turned back there was no sarcasm in her smirk as Kim kissed her.

They grabbed at one another, drawing into a bone-crushing embrace. Kim briefly  tried to fight her off again, but was completely unable to maintain  it. Shego's hands moved to either side of Kim's face as the hero let her own smooth down the curves of the villain's back.

Shego gave a little moan, like the one she had made that day in the warehouse, but she didn't pull away this time, instead kissing Kim more deeply. She moved a hand to cup Kim's breast and smiled into the kiss at the little gasp the hero emitted.

"Oh, Kimmie," she whispered.

They manoeuvred backward to the bed, Shego unceremoniously dropping Kim on it and then spreading out above her, catlike. She loved the look in Kim's eyes as the redhead gazed at her. So sultry and hot, but just ever so slightly shocked at the same time. She knew she probably had one exactly like it on her own face as Kim levered a leg under them and flipped Shego onto her back, rolling on top of her and silencing any objections with more kissing. Hands stroked her through her catsuit, one hand found her breast and palmed the nipple as lips and teeth found her neck. If Shego had actually had any kind of cohesive plan in mind coming to Kim's room like this, this would not have been it, she considered briefly, but she was finding it very hard to change the situation - or to think anymore for that matter.

Kim found the zipper in the collar of the suit and began to pull it down as Shego found enough strength to sit them up and remove Kim's top. White sports bra met black, and then they were gone too. Kim's fingers curled around one of Shego's nipples and she moaned and writhed, heat flooding between her legs. The lips were back on her neck again, and were working their way lower. By the time they met the gently squeezing fingers, Shego was already feeling almost incoherent. Teeth grazed the nipple and she gave another moan. Suddenly she wanted to push Kim off, get up and run out of the room. This was Kim Possible she was on this bed with. She was a hero, Shego was a villain. And just exactly how old was she anyway? She was just about to manage it when a hand slipped inside the lower half of her suit and found a bare thigh in a soft caress.

"Uh, Shego?" Kim asked. "Do you think..."

"Think not talking right now." Managed Shego. Whatever they could say to one another right now would probably only end what was happening, and she was beyond being able bear that.

Kim's only response was a grin and then the hand moved higher, making contact with some key and by now quite heated and sensitive parts of Shego's anatomy.

"Ohhh." She groaned and Kim began to stroke her, sweeping off the bottom half of the catsuit as she did so. Shego grabbed her jaw and brought her lips back up to her own and kissed her hard.

Kim's fingers pressed inside and Shego gave a little cry, biting down on the hero's lip, gasping as they drew slowly back out, pressing and exploring before sliding back in again. Kim leaned back down to her neck, biting again and Shego clung to her shoulders, thrusting back against her, losing control. Lips were on her nipple and the fingers were deep inside her, stroking and finding the places that she needed them most. Her body was writhing in such intense pleasure that she thought she would pass out. "Oh Jesus, Oh, Kim!" she cried, arching her back as an orgasm tore through her.

Shego barely allowed herself a heartbeat to catch a breath before throwing Kim off her and onto her back. She kissed her fiercely as her hands fought with the waist band of Kim's cargo pants.

Kim kissed her back, already so hot from the past few moments that her hands were shaking too much to help with the pants. She had no idea what had come over her, what was happening to her, all she knew was that she couldn't keep her hands off the green skin, couldn't comprehend anything but that Shego had succeeded with the pants. The intoxicating mouth left hers and kissed down her body, even as a hand came up to her nipple. Kim arched her back, wanting the mouth lower even faster than the rapid pace Shego was moving. Finally she felt warm breath on her clitoris and a warm tongue licked the inside of her labia. The breath she didn't know she'd been holding exploded out in a soft cry. Shego moved to the other labia, flicking unbelievably gently across Kim's clitoris as she did so. Kim came with a shudder, but Shego was not finished. She settled into soft licks, teasing the now overly sensitive areas.

Kim thrust rhythmically with her hips, her breath completely gone now, but her body still responding. Impossible sensations gripped her entire body, the finger that had been gently dusting her nipple had moved up her neck to her cheek and Kim turned, taking them in her mouth. She sucked on them, groaning, then they were gone. She felt them pressing gently against her opening and thrust violently against them, momentarily dislodging Shego's mouth.  The villain made a tiny noise of protest before settling back in again. She gently nuzzled Kim's clitoris as the fingers pushed inexorably in, finding soft places inside and stroking gently.

Kim had no idea that she could feel this way, that her body could bear this level of ecstasy. She panted Shego's name over and over and locked eyes with the green ones watching from above her pubic bone. When she came again her consciousness faded for a moment and she collapsed back, drawing Shego away from her and up with a instinctive movement. She held the villain full-bodied against her, their lips panting against one another's.

Shego began to chuckle. "Oh Princess." She breathed. "Now I know why I like fighting you so much."

Kim grinned. "I like fighting you, too!" She pushed the villain off her, each locking eyes from either side of the bed. "Now how about I kick your ass and then I can get out of here."

"You can try, pumpkin." Shego licked her lips and raised a glowing hand.

The End.