Day 11: Body Worship/Injured Sex

Day 11: Body Worship/Injured Sex

Kim was slumped on the couch, every part of her aching from the mission she'd barely survived. It hadn't been one of her usual fights with Shego—this was different, harder, something that had pushed her beyond her limits. She could still feel the weight of it on her body, the sting of her injuries making it difficult to even breathe normally.

Her parents hovered, as they always did, fussing over her, but Kim just wanted to retreat to her room and forget about the whole thing. But she wasn't alone.

Leaning against the doorway, arms crossed over her chest in her familiar green and black bodysuit, was Shego. For once, her usual smirk was missing. Instead, there was something close to worry on her face. Shego had stormed into the Possible household the moment she heard about the redhead's close call, her voice sharp and demanding, insisting she be let in to see Kim.

"Look, I'm not here to cause trouble," the green woman growled, throwing a glance at Kim's parents as they tried to keep her out. "I just want to make sure Kimmie's okay."

"We appreciate that, Miss Shego," Mr. Dr. Possible said, trying to stay polite but clearly not comfortable with Shego being there. "But Kim's been through a lot. We've got it under control."

The villainess let out a frustrated sigh, her eyes narrowing. "Yeah, Doc, I'm sure you can patch her up with a few band-aids and some chicken soup. But trust me, that's not gonna cut it."

Mrs. Dr. Possible, crossing her arms in a stance that mirrored Shego's, stepped forward. "She needs rest, not more chaos."

Shego's eyes flicked back to Kim, softening just a little. "I'm not here to cause chaos. She needs someone who gets it—who knows what it's like to come back from something like this and feel... safe." She turned fully to Kim then, her voice losing its usual edge. "Isn't that right, Kimmie?"

Kim, still sore and tired from the fight, looked between her parents and Shego. The tension in the room was thick, but all Kim could think about was how much she wanted Shego nearby. It wasn't that her parents didn't care. They just didn't understand. Shego, for all her roughness, knew exactly what Kim had been through.

"Let her stay," Kim said quietly, her voice weak but certain. "Please."

Her parents exchanged a worried look before stepping aside, though her father's voice still held a note of hesitance. "We'll be right downstairs if you need anything, Kim."

Shego smirked, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Thanks, Doc," she said, sarcasm lacing her tone as she followed Kim up the stairs.

Once they reached Kim's room and closed the door behind them, the whole atmosphere shifted. The tension with her parents melted away, leaving just the two of them. It was quiet now, the weight of the day settling heavily on both of them.

Kim practically collapsed onto her bed, her body giving in to the exhaustion she'd been fighting. She winced as she lay back, the aches in her muscles flaring with every movement. Shego stood at the foot of the bed, watching her closely. There was a seriousness in her gaze that Kim wasn't used to seeing.

"You really scared me, Kimmie," Shego admitted, her voice lower than usual as she stepped closer, her eyes scanning over Kim's bruised body. "When I heard... you almost didn't make it."

Kim tried to smile, but it came out weak, her exhaustion written all over her face. "It wasn't supposed to be that bad," she murmured.

Shego shook her head, sitting on the edge of the bed beside her. "You push yourself too hard, Kim. One of these days, you're gonna—" She cut herself off, glancing away, unable to finish the sentence.

Kim reached out, her fingers brushing against Shego's arm. "But I'm still here," she said, her voice soft. "And you're here too."

Shego's tough expression softened even more as she looked down at Kim, placing her hand over Kim's. "I didn't do anything this time," Shego muttered, guilt creeping into her voice.

Kim shifted, biting back a wince from the pain. "You're here now. That's enough."

There was a flicker of something in Shego's eyes—something unspoken. After a moment, she gently took Kim's hand off her arm and stood up, like she needed to keep moving to keep her thoughts in check. "Alright, Princess," Shego said, trying to lighten the mood, "Let's get you comfortable."

Kim watched as Shego moved around her room, grabbing a water bottle, some ointment for her bruises, and a towel. Her usual sarcasm was replaced by something quieter—determination. She wasn't joking around this time.

Shego knelt beside Kim, rolling up her sleeves and gently running her eyes over Kim's battered body. "You're gonna be sore for a while," Shego said under her breath, eyeing the bruises and scratches on Kim's skin.

Kim let out a dry laugh. "Yeah... I noticed."

Shego shot her a quick look, somewhere between amusement and concern, before her expression softened again. "Let me help you, okay?"

Kim nodded, too tired to argue, and let Shego do what she needed. Shego's fingers were gentle as she unbuttoned Kim's shirt, working carefully to avoid aggravating any of her injuries. The room stayed quiet, the only sound the soft rustle of Kim's clothes as Shego helped her out of them.

Once Kim was down to just her underwear, Shego sat back for a moment, her gaze softening as she took in the sight of her. "You're stronger than anyone gives you credit for, Kimmie," Shego murmured, her voice low. "But even you need someone to take care of you sometimes."

Kim's heart fluttered at the words, her breath catching as Shego's usual cocky demeanor softened even more. She had always been the one in control, always the one to handle whatever came her way. But now, with Shego right there, it felt safe to let go—just for a little while.

Shego's hands moved gently as she guided Kim to lie back on the bed, her touch careful, like she knew just how much Kim had been through. Shego didn't say anything for a while, just focused on tending to her. She grabbed the ointment she'd brought over and started rubbing it into the bruises on Kim's arms, her fingers soft but firm. Each movement felt like a promise—like Shego was silently telling Kim that she was there, and she wasn't going anywhere.

Kim closed her eyes, letting herself relax under Shego's touch. She felt the warmth of Shego's breath as she leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Kim's shoulder, then another to her collarbone. The kisses were light, feather-soft, but each one sent a shiver through Kim's aching body. It wasn't just the physical relief—it was the comfort of knowing that someone who understood what she'd been through was there, helping her through it.

Shego's hands worked their way down Kim's arms, then back up to her shoulders. She took her time, pressing slow, soothing kisses against every bruise, every scratch. The warmth of her lips against Kim's skin was almost enough to make her forget about the pain, to let the exhaustion melt away.

"You're safe now," Shego whispered, her voice barely above a breath as her lips brushed against Kim's collarbone. "I've got you."

Kim's breath hitched, the tension in her body starting to ease. She felt the warmth spreading through her muscles as Shego worked her way down, her touch becoming more tender, more intimate. Shego's lips moved down to Kim's stomach, pressing kisses that were just as careful, just as soft. Her hands caressed Kim's sides, massaging away the soreness with slow, gentle strokes.

Kim opened her eyes just in time to see Shego's face, her expression focused but filled with something deeper than concern. It was hard to believe this was the same woman who, only hours ago, would've traded sarcastic barbs with her in the middle of a fight. This side of Shego—the side that cared so deeply—was something Kim had never fully seen before, and it made her heart race in a different way.

"Shego..." Kim whispered, her voice soft, unsure.

Shego paused, her hands resting on Kim's hips as she looked up. "Yeah?"

"Thank you," Kim said, her words barely above a whisper.

For a second, Shego didn't say anything. Then she shook her head, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "You don't need to thank me, Kimmie," she murmured. "I'm here because I want to be."

Kim's heart swelled at the words, the weight of the moment settling in. Shego wasn't just here because she felt obligated—she was here because she cared, in her own way. And that meant more to Kim than she could put into words.

Shego's hands moved back to Kim's thighs, her fingers massaging the sore muscles as she kissed her way down Kim's legs. Her touch was slow, deliberate, worshipful in its own way. Every kiss, every caress, felt like Shego was trying to erase the pain, to remind Kim that she wasn't alone in this.

By the time Shego reached Kim's ankles, she paused, her eyes trailing back up Kim's body as if checking to make sure Kim was still okay. Kim's breath was shaky, her body still sensitive from the day, but she nodded. She trusted Shego completely in this moment.

The green woman's fingers slipped back up Kim's legs, her touch lingering as she reached for the waistband of Kim's underwear. She glanced up, her eyes meeting Kim's, a silent question there, asking for permission.

Kim's breath caught in her throat, but she nodded, giving Shego the okay.

Shego moved slowly, carefully. Her fingers hooked into the sides of Kim's panties and slid them down her legs with the utmost care, making sure not to hurt her. The fabric fell away, and Kim shivered as the cool air hit her skin, her body still buzzing from Shego's gentle touch.

Shego didn't rush. She folded the underwear neatly and set them aside before trailing her hands back up Kim's legs, her eyes never leaving Kim's face. "You're so beautiful, Kimmie," Shego murmured, her voice quiet, full of something soft and genuine. "I don't tell you that enough."

The younger woman's heart fluttered again, a warmth spreading through her chest that had nothing to do with the heat of the moment and everything to do with how Shego was looking at her—like she was the only person in the world.

Shego shifted, positioning herself between Kim's legs with the same careful grace she'd shown all night. Her hands slid up the redhead's thighs, her fingers brushing against the soft skin in a way that made her lover's breath hitch. The anticipation was building, but Shego was in no hurry.

"Relax," Shego whispered, her voice soothing as she leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to the inside of Kim's thigh. "I'm going to take care of you, Kimmie."

Kim let out a soft sigh, her body melting into the bed as Shego's lips moved higher, her kisses growing slower, more purposeful. Shego was taking her time, drawing out every moment, making sure Kim felt every touch, every kiss.

Shego's lips moved with deliberate slowness, trailing kisses along the inside of Kim's thighs, her breath warm against Kim's skin. Each touch felt more intimate, more personal, as she worked her way closer to the younger woman's core. The anticipation built with every second, every soft kiss that made Kim's heart race.

When Shego's mouth finally reached her, Kim let out a soft gasp, her body trembling as Shego's tongue slid over her in a slow, careful stroke. Shego was gentle, her movements unhurried, as if she wanted to savor every moment. It wasn't just about pleasure—it was about taking care of Kim, about showing her just how much she meant to her.

Kim's breath hitched, her hands gripping the sheets as Shego continued, her tongue moving in long, slow strokes that sent shivers up Kim's spine. The sensation was overwhelming, but in the best way possible. Shego's mouth worked carefully, never rushing, her tongue flicking over Kim's sensitive folds with precision and tenderness.

Shego's hands gripped Kim's thighs gently, holding her in place as she continued her worshipful exploration. Every flick of her tongue, every brush of her lips, was soft but intense, and Kim could feel the tension building in her body. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her breathing ragged, but she didn't want Shego to stop. She didn't want this moment to end.

"Shego..." the redhead breathed, her voice trembling as the pleasure built inside her, slow and steady. She felt completely at her lover's mercy, and it was both exhilarating and comforting. The way Shego was taking her time, making sure Kim felt every second of it, was something Kim had never experienced before.

Shego's tongue flicked over Kim's clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through her that made her hips lift off the bed. Kim moaned softly, her body reacting to the overwhelming sensation. But Shego stayed in control, keeping her movements slow and steady, building the pleasure in layers. It wasn't rushed, it wasn't frantic—it was deliberate, careful, like Shego wanted Kim to feel every ounce of care she was pouring into this moment.

"Let go," Shego whispered between soft kisses, her breath warm against Kim's skin. "Just let go, Kimmie. I've got you."

Kim's body responded to the command, her muscles tensing as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable peak. She could feel herself on the edge, teetering between holding on and giving in, but Shego's voice, her touch, made it impossible to resist. She trusted Shego completely in this moment, more than she had ever trusted anyone.

And then, with one final stroke of Shego's tongue, Kim's body gave in.

The orgasm hit her in waves, her entire body trembling as the pleasure ripped through her, each pulse of it stronger than the last. Kim's breath came in short, desperate gasps as she gripped the sheets, her hips jerking uncontrollably against Shego's mouth. Shego didn't stop, her tongue moving gently, drawing out every last bit of Kim's release with careful, worshipful strokes.

Kim's entire body shuddered as the last wave of pleasure coursed through her, her muscles relaxing as the intensity finally began to fade. Shego slowed her movements, her touch growing softer as Kim's body came down from the high. She pressed a final, tender kiss to Kim's thigh before pulling back, her gaze filled with affection as she looked up at her.

"You're okay, Kimmie," Shego whispered, her voice soft and soothing as she gently massaged Kim's thighs. "I've got you."

Kim's chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, her body still tingling from the intensity of her release. Shego moved up the bed, her arms wrapping around Kim as she pulled her close, holding her with the same tenderness she had shown all night. Her fingers gently stroked Kim's hair, her touch comforting as Kim's breathing slowly returned to normal.

Kim nestled into Shego's embrace, her body completely relaxed, every ounce of tension gone. Shego's presence was grounding, her touch soft and full of love. For the first time that night, Kim felt truly safe, wrapped in Shego's arms.

"Thank you," Kim whispered, her voice weak but full of gratitude as she rested her head against Shego's chest. "For everything."

Shego pressed a kiss to the top of Kim's head, her arms tightening around her. "I told you, Kimmie, there's no need to thank me," she murmured. She paused, her voice growing even softer. "I... I love you."

But Kim was already asleep, not hearing the soft words spoken for the first time in the green woman's life since her parents death.