Love Thy Enemy

Chapter Two

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked slightly as I slid into Shego's lair from the open sun roof.

"Nothing that concerns you, Red." She said, spinning around in her swivel chair tinkering with some device set on her desk.

"Is that so?" I tensed into fight mode, watching her body language, anticipating an attack.

"Why so jumpy?" She laughed, taking a swig from a bottle of...Petrone?
Was she drunk?
She spun around in her chair once more, giggling a little.
Well, this was certainly unexpected.

Where was the virulent woman I had come to burn for?

"Uh, Kim?" Ron's voice garbled through the communicator, "You need backup?"
I have a derisive laugh. "No. She's tipsy. Not anticipating a problem."

"If I had known you were going to drop by, I would've sobered up. Put on something sexy." She gave an exaggerated wink and spun around once more in the chair.
This wasn't even a fair fight.

What.
She would've put on something sexy?
Oh?
I could see her now in my head, impassioned and exquisite, making her way to me in nothing but miles of supple, beguiling skin, smooth as glass.

I scolded myself mentally. "This is neither the time nor the place. Come to think of it, the person also will damn me."

"Shocking as this may be, I've cut off Drakin. I'm bombing his lab. What a piece of.... Ssshhhit." She slurred, waving her wrench at me, emphasizing her words.

Technically building a bomb would be categorized as something I would be inclined to halt, but since it's target was Drakin, I couldn't exactly complain. It was a moral grey area. I had fantasized about blowing up his lab many times.

I had also fantasized about Shego laying me out on a table and doing evil deeds to my private parts but that wasn't going to happen either.

Right. That was only mildly disappointing. After all, I was a hormonal teenage girl. It's to be expected.
I jerked out of my thoughts and noticed something peculiar.
Shego wasn't in her regular black and green suit. She sat in black satin bed shorts and a matching top. Now that I had noticed this, I couldn't help but notice how high up her thigh the shorts hem hit or the way the flimsy black satin sat on her shoulders.

Shit. I was fucking gay.
Still not the time for internal searching.

I swallowed the lump in my throat before asking "So is this bomb intended to kill Drakon?"

She though for a minute, her head cocked to the side. "I'm pretty neutral about either situation. He doesn't die: he's angry and miserable and defeated. He dies? Not going to be worked up about it. Win win."
I cracked a smile.

"I'm not any less evil, ya know." She assured me, gesturing at me with her wrench.

"Right. Of course. Well, let's not kill him. It's better to watch him suffer. Also it's less illegal." I said, still unable to keep my eyes from drifting to the muscles in her thigh or the loose blouse.

"Let's?" She inquired with an amused look in her eye. "So we're a team now?"

"I guess so." I would very much like to be on her team.

"We need to make a plan, an official type plan. Preferably when I'm not wasted." She nodded her head as to convince herself of this idea also.

She stood up, and stretched like a cat. A peak of her midriff was visible as she stretched.
"Red, if you're trying to be discreet about checking me out, you're not doing a very good job." She smirked as my face burned all the way up to my ears.

"You wish." I countered, covering my embarrassment, or giving a feeble effort.

"Maybe I do." She winked. "I would've made a move long ago if we weren't mortal enemies."

I stammered like a moron.

"Of course now we're on the same side. Fighting evil and whatnot." She continued pacing towards me.

She placed herself inches from my body, I was almost sure she could hear my rapid heart beat.

"Cat got your tongue?" She teased, raising a well defined eyebrow.

"No!" Was my brilliant response. Ron chose that specific moment to radio in that lunch was almost over.

"See you around, Red." She sauntered down the hall and out of my sight.

Jesus Henry Christ.