Note: This story takes place immediately following the end of "5 Times Kim Got a Present". You don't have to read it first, but it's a pretty quick story. :)

This one is Kigo from the start.

Kim smiled as she sat across from Shego. The waiter came to take their order, and when Kim looked to the woman with a slight shrug, Shego easily picked up on the hint and ordered for both of them. Lobster for them both, although Shego requested a glass of lemon water for Kim and wine for herself.

As the waiter left, and a silence descended, Shego cleared her throat. "I see you're wearing the dress."

Kim nodded. "And the jewelry. And the perfume. I'm only sorry I couldn't bring the roses with me."

Shego chuckled. "They'd fare much better in water than in the wine."

"Can I ask you about... all this?" At Shego's nod, Kim considered her first question. "How did you manage to get into my room?"

"You leave your bedroom window unlocked, Kimmie. Very unsafe."

"I live on the second floor, Shego."

"I can jump really high, Kim."

Kim laughed. "How did you know my perfume?"

"You must have had it on a few times when we fought. I'm very sensitive to smells, so I was able to match it later."

The drinks arrived and Kim waited until Shego had her first glass of wine before she continued asking all the things she'd been wondering about for the past four weeks.

"And the dress? How did you know my size?"

"I guessed, based on your shirt size."

"You sent me the shirt, too?"

Shego took a sip of her wine. "Hm, yeah. That's what started all this."

"How did you even find the shirt? They stopped making it six months ago."

"Yeah, I know. I sort of threatened the designer a little. Or a lot." Kim smirked. "She said she knew your order and she cut you another one." Shego took another sip of wine, longer this time. "Then, when I saw that you liked it, and you didn't know who it was from, I realized I could sneak you other things."

Kim absorbed that for a while. And then: "Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why did you do all this?"

Shego shrugged. "Because I can?"

Kim raised an eyebrow, not believing that.

"Because I wanted to."

"Why?"

"Because I could."

"Shego -"

"No, I mean it. I just liked knowing that I could give you these things. Make you happy, a little. I wasn't going to tell you who it was. I was going to... well. Anyway."

"Why did you tell me?"

Their food was brought to the table, and Shego took the opportunity to down half her glass of wine and ask for more. She then took a moment to explain lobster to Kim, and the easiest way to go about eating it, and when to use the butter.

Kim gave her a few minutes to eat, but when Kim had taken four bites and Shego was staring at her plate with her fork in her hand, she repeated her question, bringing them back to the earlier conversation. "Why did you tell me it was you?"

"I just wanted to be honest."

"I'm glad you told me."

Shego looked up, surprised by Kim's immediate response. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. This is a date?"

"If you want it to be."

"I think I do. But we should probably try again, after this, you know. Just to make sure."

Shego smiled, her first full grin of the evening. "I think I can manage that."

"Now, I'm not complaining," Kim said, as they walked together, enjoying the late night quiet of the streets of downtown Middleton. Kim had picked up her car from the valet, as had Shego, but both had left them in a nearby parking garage and chosen to simply walk for a while.

"But what's with the suit? The last time I saw you all dressed up, you were wearing a dress."

The woman began to toy with the fedora in her hands, debating an answer. "You don't like it?" she asked, stalling.

"I never said that. I just wondered if there was a reason."

"I was going to be a man."

"Excuse me?"

"When I met you at the table. I was going to try pretending to be male, at first. I thought you might be more at ease. But then, I couldn't figure out a good time to tell the truth, so I figured I might as well start with it in the first place."

Kim mulled this over. "How?"

"What?"

"How were you going to do it? Pretend to be a man, I mean."

Shego eyed her carefully, looking for a sign that she was being made fun of. "You really want to know?" When Kim nodded, Shego sighed. She buttoned the top two buttons of her shirt, pulled a black tie from the pocket of her jacket and knotted it expertly, tucked her braid up under the fedora as she settled it on her head, and straightened her suit jacket. Hunching just slightly, she shoved her hands in the pockets of her slacks and, lowering the pitch of her voice, asked, "What do you think?"

While the voice would have come across on the higher spectrum for a male, it was definitely passable, and if Kim hadn't known it was Shego at the table, if the woman had worn the hat and kept the same mannerisms she had suddenly adopted here, Kim might have indeed been fooled into thinking she was having dinner with a man. Not that there were all too many pale, faintly green-skinned people running around Middleton, but the dim lights in the restaurant might have kept that clue hidden.

"That's pretty good," she acknowledged, "but there's one problem."

Shego frowned. "What's that?"

Kim reached up and removed the fedora from Shego's head, letting the braid fall down her back. Losing the male alter-ego, the older woman stood at her normal height and exuded her usual confidence. Shego in a suit and tie was strikingly attractive, Kim realized in an instant, but then remembered Shego was waiting for a response. "The only problem is, I know you too well. It might have taken me a little while, if you were trying to hide, but I think I would have figured out it was you before our dinner arrived."

"Really?"

Kim smiled and loosened Shego's tie slightly before handing the woman her hat back. "Yep." When Shego accepted her hat, Kim snagged her free hand and threaded her fingers through Shego's grasp before she could register what was happening.

Frozen for a second, Shego nonetheless smiled and squeezed her companion's hand. "And you still would have stayed?"

"I'm here, aren't I?"

They began walking down the street again, hand-in-hand this time, both women smiling to themselves. When they got back around to the garage where they had parked, it was nearing midnight.

"I should be going." Shego walked the redhead to her car. "I had a nice time tonight."

Shego smiled. "Yeah? So did I, Kimmie."

"As much as I do like you in a suit, Shego... next time, you wear a dress, okay? Maybe Friday?"

When it occurred to the woman that she was being asked for a second date, she couldn't stop the laugh of happiness if she'd tried. "Yeah. Yeah, Friday is good."

Kim opened her car door, then turned and quickly placed a kiss on Shego's cheek. "Good night."

"Good night, princess."