Kim Possible Porn Story: Two Gravities Chapter 4

Kim Possible Porn Story: Two Gravities Chapter 4

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Two Gravities

Chapter 3 (part 1)

Pressing her forehead against the wall tiles, Shego caught her reflection mirrored across the ebony surface. Awash in the green haze of the steaming water that rained down through her hair, down her shoulders and stinging the abrasions and bruises that ran the length of her sides, she slapped her palms hard against the wall, curling her fingers into tightly frustrated fists.

Damn, damndamn you, Shego, her words were nearly lost in the soft patter of water against the warm floor. Just watch the girl fucking walk away. Brilliant idea, right up there with letting her beat you like a piata, one hand uncoiled to press against ribs that ached with the showers heat, and the phantom crush of knuckles. A sharp breath slid past her teeth as she increased the pressure, trying to feel just how bad the damage was without looking. God knows her nearly albino complexion did wonders at hiding the mottled purples, browns and greens that scored her sides. The raven haired woman hissed involuntarily as her questing fingers brushed against a particularly tender spot.

Shego spit out a bit of errant water and toggled the temperature dial up a few degrees with her other hand. She turned, resting her back against the cooler wall tile. Her waist length hair, pressed flush by the downpour, covered her in a velvet curtain that hid her self-recriminations as she turned over the last few parting minutes under the bridge in her mind.

–im, Kim?

The woman in question stifled a groan at her handlers impeccable timing. Yeah, what is it, her response was a little slow in coming. Trouble with the Hench goons?

What? Ah, no. But, at this rate youve already missed your ride. I know you said you were taking care of something, but its been more than ten minutes since I lost your tracking signal in the aqueducts. At this rate, you wont make it in time to catch the next train either.

Yeah, I ran into a pretty big speed bump down here, I dont think Ill be up to dealing with both Hench Co and old drama. Not tonight. If something goes down, shes just going to have to deal without me. I wasnt really looking forward to seeing her so soon anyway, Kim rubbed at the purpling blotch on her forearm where shed taken the brunt of her opponents first blow. It was probably going to look and feel a whole lot worse in the morning, but the redhead was just grateful shed taken the hit there instead of to the temple where it had been aimed. This was just inconvenient, that would have probably been fatal.

If you say so. Its all the same to me either way. You know how I feel about the 33s, Wade reminded his lone employee. So, I take it youre heading home then, he conjectured, changing the topic.

Um, in a bit. Probably, the couriers words were just this side of uncertain, and her handler easily picked up on it.

KP?

Its nothing. Ill call you when I get in, or if the Blues show up, she finished mentally. Kim cut her side of the connection. She didnt feel up to talking with her boss any more just now. Instead, she refocused her attention on the faint outlines of the woman leaning against one of the pillars a few feet away, to the eyes she couldnt quite make out, but could feel still focused on her nonetheless.

As if on cue, the faintly mocking voice that Kim had heard often enough in the last half hour to easily recognize rang out, breaking the silence left when the redhead turned off her earpiece. So, sounds like you make a habit of breaking and entering, if youve got Jack Hench breathing down your neck; and here I thought what we had was special, the voice came out mock hurt.

And what would that be exactly? The thing where you stand there and I break half your ribs, Kim replied just as sardonically.

Please, you barely managed to tag me. Youre the one who kept getting tossed ass over elbows.

The Head of security for Lipsky Industries was met with a resounding snort of disregard. Ive had worse, believe me.

Oh, Ill bet. Found yourself on your back more times that you can count. That right, Princess, the pale womans voice lilted across the short distance that separated them, all but lost in the darkness.

Shego felt the younger womans gaze boring into her, even if she could only just make out the outline of the redheads face. She smirked, sure that shed just won a point in whatever this was that the fight had dwindled into. She found over the years that sometimes it was just as satisfying to win a verbal war as it was to pound your opponent into gibbering submission with your own two fists. Finding a grin eating its way onto her face, Shego quashed it as her thoughts wound their way back to the reason she was here in the first place, and not lounging on her couch with a stiff drink and maybe catching up on one of her shows. The throbbing pain that accompanied each breath she took told her which of the two ways to spend the evening was more promising. She fished into her pocket for her cell phone. There had already been more than enough fun for one night.

Yeah not nearly as much as you have.

The pale haired woman was concentrating on getting the phone out without adding considerably to the gnawing pain in her side that she nearly didnt hear the weak comeback that fell wholly ineffectual.

Nice, I almost nodded off in my old age, waiting for you to clear the gunk outta the pumpkin youve got sitting on your neck, and thats the best you could come up with? Shego grit her teeth as she finally worked the phone free. The woman narrowed her eyes in the direction of the cumbersomely thin pockets she couldnt actually see, one of the few disadvantages of the nearly skin tight uniform she sported. She normally kept her phone in one of the inside pockets of the leather jacket she wore over her suit, but shed been royally pissed off at getting called in and had left the jacket in the passenger seat of the coupe when shed stormed out of the car, intent on turning a few morons inside out. Shit, just thinking back on it was enough to get her blood boiling.

The pale womans ire didnt go unnoticed when the light from her phones display illuminated her face in the gloom. The scowl slowly deepened as her gaze flicked to the screen, and more importantly, the garbled text that flickered and fuzzed around a series of hairline cracks running through the center of the display. Muttering a curse under her breath, she hit the speed dial and held the damaged phone up to her ear.

There was a garbled tone and then the phone cut out completely, either there was no signal or there was more damage than just the cracked screen. Shego tried again just in case, but she didnt even get the little crackly tone. Disgusted, she barely held herself from chucking the broken cell against the nearby pillar.

It was little surprise then when light laughter reached out across the space between them, trying the very last of the raven haired womans patience. The couriers unintentional nudge was all it took for the phone to achieve flight. A dull little thunk and curse of pain told Shego shed scored another point.

Damn it, you were aiming for my head! Whats your problem, the redhead cursed futilely in the direction the projectile had come from.

Nothing. Just making sure your gourd isnt going all soft and mushy inside, Shego let the rest of her frustration bleed away, deciding that the night was pretty much a wash at this point. If her night wasnt going to get any better, why should she be the only one to suffer. Shed never considered herself a generous person by any stretch of the word, and this was the extent of sharing that she felt comfortable with.

Im pretty sure somethings wrong with you, you know that?

Hmm, coming from you Princess, that just might be a compliment.

A few feet away, Kim rubbed her bruised arm where the phone had struck, thankfully a little closer to her hand away from the painful swelling. Strangely, this wasnt the first time someone had chucked a cell phone at her. It just happened to be the first one that hit home. It was infinitely preferable to being hit by one of the CB radios the Blues used to carry around, and far better than being pistol whipped. Kim rubbed her arm a little more then reached for her KPS. Now that she didnt have to worry about the acerbic woman calling backup, she could get moving again and take her time getting home without a hassle.

This has been fun and all, but I think its past my bedtime. Maybe we can play again some other time, Kim grinned, sure she couldnt be stopped again.

Where do you think youre going, Pumpkin?

Well, since youre so not going to be giving the Blues or that idiot Hench the sitch, the courier drove home her point with the resounding crunch of plastic as she ground the other womans cell phone against the concrete beneath her sneaker, Im taking off. The arm hurts something fierce and I kinda need it in my line of work, so I think its time to call it a night. Giving the ruined cell phone a final stomp, Kim turned toward the light at the end of the bridge that shed been heading for before shed been waylaid by the persistent security officer.

Shego winced at the sound of her phone getting worked over. Sure, shed thrown it in the first place, but that didnt mean that it didnt bother her when the girl summarily crushed it. It had been a fairly new model, not cheap, and she knew that her insurance plan didnt cover the abuse it had just undergone, despite the fact that it had probably been irreparably damaged even before being used as a makeshift missile. Arent you forgetting something Pumpkin? Think Im gonna let you walk away just like that? I dont need any cops to do my job for me!

Shego caught another round of that too damn happy laughter as her answer, and ground her teeth. Ha, ha You think Im joking? Ill show you where you can stick that arm of yours you keep whining about! The pale woman took a few steps toward the shadow she could barely make out slowly moving away. With the third and fourth step, she felt burning daggers slip between her ribs and almost dropped to her knees. It was a lost cause at this point, and she knew it, even if she wasnt willing to admit it, especially if she wasnt. All she could to was hurl insults and empty threats at the thief whod gotten away. The only thing Shego had to show for the encounter was the faint taste of embarrassment, potentially cracked ribs, an all to familiar bitter taste in her mouth, and one busted to hell phone.

Shegos stomach chose that moment to growl, reminding her that shed missed dinner too. Damn it.

Dialing the water off, Shego blew out a breath and pushed away from the wall. Padding carefully across the slick bathroom floor, she pulled out a towel from the heated drawer on the far wall. Working at drying her hair, she walked over and stood in front of the glass paneled space heater to drip dry by the large frosted window that overlooked the lake behind her house.

Ten minutes, and a change into comfortable sweat pants, later found the pale woman digging around her walk-in closet for a first aid kit once shed already torn through a dozen cabinets with no luck. Why isnt anything ever where you leave it? The statement was not lost on the woman as she knew full well just how orderly she kept her living space. It was due in no small part to her reasoning that the cleaner she kept it, the less actual cleaning she ever had to bother with. It was a sound theory, and one that in most cases continued to hold true, save for the few occasions when she misplaced something and ended up pulling everything apart in a single-minded quest for some random trinket or the few times that shed had one too many drinks and lost the TV remote, or the keys to her car.

It was probably no small coincidence that she found the sought after item in the last place she thought to look, which happened to be under her bed, and in hindsight made a good deal of sense, if only to her.

Figures. Outta the one thing I actually needed, the little white box went arcing across the bedroom and through the open door of the closet. Shego ran a hand through her hair as she cast around for something that she could use as a makeshift bandage to tape her ribs. She just knew it was going to be a bitch to get to sleep tonight. The raven haired woman had a habit of curling up on her side, and that just wasnt going to be happening this time. Not without an abundance of painkillers to knock her out, or something equally strong.

Making her way out into the living room, Shego eyed the recliner across from the flat screen. If she slept there, it would be much easier to keep from rolling onto her sore ribs. Another glance went to the wet bar near the island in her kitchen. She kept it stocked, but more for a sense of completeness than entertaining any guests. She didnt do parties, and until tonight, shed been sure that no one even really had access to her contact information either.

Involuntarily, those thoughts pulled her eyes to one of the three photos in the whole house, a small black frame that rested on a shelf near the entertainment center. She couldnt make out any real details from across the room, but neither did she have a need to; it was the last remaining picture of her parents when theyd still been together. Most of the time, Shego hated that picture and the fake happiness that it represented.

Frankly, even still, years later, she considered her parent’s separation a turning point in her life. She’d been old enough that they hadn’t had to worry about custody battles, but she’d still felt that they’d been forcing her to choose sides. Shego loved them both to death, but their divorce had driven a wedge through the whole family, and now she couldn’t even remember the last time they’d all spoken, much less gathered together. Just thinking about it dropped a heavy weight in her gut. The whole mess had been rough going, and she knew it was the reason she was still single. After all, she had enough of a time just dealing with her boss’s problems without having to worry about coming home to more.

That got her thinking about the little incident with the redheaded prowler. Shego had made sure to give the security footage a quick skim once she’d gotten back from her little stint in the canal, and sure enough, the redhead had indeed been scurrying around inside the building. The head of security had followed the younger woman’s trek up until she entered one of the labs on the seventh floor. Unfortunately, there were no cameras inside any of the labs, and the time stamp showed that the woman had been inside the lab for just under two minutes, not a whole lot of time, but more than enough to get away with any number of things.

Not that Shego really knew what her boss was actually up to in the majority of his experiments. It wasn’t in her job description, and she’d had a feeling ever since she started working for the eccentric multi-millionare, that sometimes less was more, and the less she knew, the better. Plausible deniability was an asset in her opinion, especially when dealing with the law enforcement in this city. She’d been a firm believer of it ever since entering the private security sector. It was far easier to get along with the city’s task force, the so called ‘Blues,’ when you could deal with perpetrators, private citizens or otherwise, without leaving tell-tale marks for the cops to drag you in for questioning about.

She’d had her fill of that bureocratic crap in the three years she’d spent in that damn uniform, and eventually the internal politics had spoiled the rush for her. Well, that and groundless allegations that sparked an internal investigation. So she’d gotten a little out of hand escorting perps in for holding, it wasn’t like she’d been taking bribes. Shego’s face soured as she recalled coming in to work one morning to find her desk cleared out and a stack of discharge papers waiting for her. What a fucking slap in the face.

God, now she did need that drink.

Decided, she went to the little glass refrigerator under the sink on the right hand side of the bar in search of a suitable lullaby. She would worry about what to tell Lipsky in the morning.

End part 1

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