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Heading home, my arm had been sore ever since I’d been injected by whatever Professor Dementor pierced me with. I’d felt a bit dizzy afterwards, but other than the soreness it hadn’t affected me much. So, I’d thought nothing of it, choosing not to tell Wade about it.
Unlocking the front door of my new apartment, I unload all of my gear by the edge of the door.
After graduation and the Lorwardian invasion, I felt that full independence would help me become a better agent. That was also a new development, I’d signed a contract with Global Justice as a field agent. I’d been excited at first, I got the title and actually got paid. But now, I was just exhausted. Along with the title and the pay, came tons and tons of paperwork and hindering bureaucracy.
Entering the bathroom and discarding my mission clothes in the hamper, I step into the shower. Turning the water to the highest setting, I relax my muscles and let the water wash over me. Small nicks and cuts burn at first, but in the end every injury acquired today is soothed under the scalding hot water.
I stand there for another five minutes before I start with my shower routine. All in all it takes me almost an hour to finish. Wrapping myself in a towel, I head off to my room.
Entering the dark room, I pause at a standstill. I notice a dark shadow sitting on my bed, legs folded.
“Hey, Princess,” a low and rather sensual voice pipes up, “hmm, if I knew it was going to be this type of visit I would’ve been more prepared.” The voice chuckles.
Dropping my shoulders, I switch the light on. “Shego.” I say bluntly. “What do you want— pretty cute outfit, by the way.” I blurt out suddenly. Pausing, I decide to completely ignore whatever the hell that was.
“Thanks,” Shego seems to pause too, probably wondering if it was some sort of trap, “the cyclops told me she wanted me to join you on some mission? I thought she’d told you?” She wonders.
“Mission? No. I haven’t heard of any.” I state, wondering what mission warranted Shego’s help? Apparently one serious enough for Dr. Director to talk to Shego before me.
“Nice towel, Cupcake. Though, I thought you’d be more of a pink and frilly type, but boy, does black suit you well.” She leers.
That’s when I remember my state of undress. Blushing, I suddenly and without thought blurt, “definitely looks better on you. Especially that catsuit you wear, sometimes I wonder how I even get through a mission when you have it on— OH, MY GOD! Why did I say that?” I whisper the last part, absolutely mortified.
“Well, well, well, Princess. I didn’t know my suit had such an effect on you. I would’ve put it on instead of this crop top and jeans.” Shego says, standing up from the bed and taking a step closer.
“The crop top is definitely a second favorite, I mean look at those—mmmm.” I clasp my hands onto my mouth as I feel my face turn 50 shades more red. “Ok. Honestly, I don’t know why I keep blurting those things out! It’s like I have no control— Professor. Dementor!” I yell out.
“Huh?” Shego says, taking a step back. “You’ve lost me, Princess.” She furrows her brows.
“Professor Dementor— he,” I drop my towel as I don on some underwear, “he jabbed me with something earlier today. I’m guessing it’s the reason for what’s wrong with me.” I ramble on as I slide on some pants and put on a shirt.
“Umm… Pumpkin. Not that I didn’t mind the show, but a lil’ warning would be appreciated next time.” Shego says, a heaviness to her voice.
Turning to look at her, her face is a deep shade of green I’ve only ever seen in emeralds. “Huh?” OH, MY GOD!!! I was naked in front of Shego! Dementor is SO dead! Looking away shyly, “oh, sorry.” I apologize as I basically all but sprint out of my bedroom door.
“Don’t be. Really, there’s no need.” Shego claims, following closely behind. All of a sudden, she grabs my arm pulls me towards her and against the wall. “Nice tattoo, baby. Who’s the green for?” She whispers in my ear. One hand pinning my arms against the wall and the other holding my hip.
“You…” I say as a small moan escapes my lips. I feel her teeth graze my pulse point, making a shiver run down my back. “After the Lorwardian Invasion, I knew— I knew…”
“As much fun as this is, I’d rather we do this when I know you’re not being mind-controlled or something.” Shego says, pulling back. “But, you know me Pumpkin, can’t let a good tease go to waste.” She says chuckling, moving towards the door. “I’ll wait for you by my car, it’s the green Porsche.” And with that she leaves with a wink.
Sinking to the floor, I take in shallow breaths of air. Being around Shego is as hypnotizing as it is disorienting. Taking time to catch my bearings I stand up and head to the dining room. There, I pick up my Kimmunicator. I exit my home with a shuddering breath, remembering how I’d almost told her.