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They say, whoever they are, that being a teenager is confusing. For Kim Possible, this was particularly true. She'd always been perfectly competent, and incredibly confident, even when the odds were against her. Of course, like all heroes, and heroines, she though the latter was a dumb term, she had the area she was terrible at. Superman had it easy, he just had to be Geologically aware. Her weak spot was relationships. She'd heard them described as having one of two things going. Sex, and Roses. Sex was just that, a relationship based purely on a physical attraction. Lust often faded, but sometimes gave way to love as well.

Roses was romance. Romance could wither or blossom like a rose, needing care, and careful feeding to live. Kim had always dreamed of the latter type of relationship, striving for it with all her choices. Each in turn had failed, and after the third, Kim had begun to believe it was her fault. In truth it was, expecting more than the boys she dated were able to give. Now dating Ron, she had what she wanted. A true romantic, though he'd never, ever admit it.

That wasn't all though. She had found herself inexplicably attracted to someone, who she couldn't understand her affections for. Shego had been an opponent for a long, long time, and now she was a lover. They were still enemies, still rivals, still fighting. But at night, when Ron had gone home, and Drakken couldn't remain awake, Shego would leave, and arrive to be with Kim. It was passionate, and raw, and real.

Ron took her out, wrapped her in softness, and kindness, and tenderness, and wouldn't think of doing more than kissing her until she did something. He took her to the opera, to plays, and museums. He was the perfect gentleman, everything she had wanted, and been searching for. Even if he did tend to use coupons when he could.

Shego would never dream of going to an opera, or museum, unless she was stealing something. She loved plays, but lived for the fights, sleeping through the romances. Shego's idea of a date was a couple hours at the spa, having a long massage. Or giving one.

Ron couldn't bring himself to bare his soul. He still turned away when Kim changed her clothes. He did everything in his power to protect her honor from himself. Kim knew he didn't trust himself to stop if she asked, even if she knew she wouldn't.

Shego knew she would stop in an instant, and knew Kim would never ask. She stared openly, breathing deep with each movement, sometimes mirroring such movements herself. She enjoyed undressing Kim as much as she enjoyed being undressed.

Ron knew how to tease, how to suggest, and torment her with promises of things to come, that never would. Shego's idea of foreplay was to tear a shirt open. Ron carressed. Shego brushed. Ron watched for signs. Shego merely forged ahead.

Kim sighed, and curled up within her blankets. She couldn't understand how it had happened, but she found herself caught.

Between Sex, and Roses.