KiGo CoL Finale

Shego looked fierce in her sleek and slim green and black dress.  She mingled with the guests and laughed at their idiotic jokes.  Still this was her art gallery and this was "her" idea.  Shego spied her amber haired lover across the room, admiring a portrait.  Shego eased passed several guests and thanked as many as she could.  Shego didn't care for the public attention.  Truth be told, she would rather be with Kimmy up in the loft or the studio.  Shego enjoyed the company of her beloved more than anything.  They would spend hours in the loft on the couch, looking over New Athens.  Kimmy was so warm and snuggly, and the she felt so right, laying on Shego's lap.  Shego couldn't help but sometimes cover her little Princess in kisses, getting lost from the rest of the world.  Just like that last day . . . .

Yesterday (GP- Duh)

Kim looked at the painting in several different angles, trying to best make out what it was.

"The word you're looking for is unfinished, honey."  Shego said drying and putting the last of the plates away. Kim looked at Shego and then at the painting and then shrugged, giving up the fight to make her brain figure out what was going on in her girlfriend's head.  She plopped down on the coach and waited for Shego.  Shego dried her hands, sat on her stool, took out her pain and brush, and continued where she left off.  Kim looked over at Shego, who was painting with big but calm strokes.  She was about the protests but decided against it.  Kim got up from her comfy spot and and walked over to Shego.  She leaned against her back, her bosom pressing up against the jade skinned goddess.  She couldn't help but blush a furious emerald as her felt her lover's now plump and firm bosom pressing against her.

"Honey, there are children watching, and what would the neighbor's think."  Shego said, trying her very hardest to focus on her work.

"The child is nine months away, the neighbors are two floors beneath us, and GP is in Japan helping another couple.  So is it just me or is it hot in here."  Kim said, giving Shego little pecks down her neck.  Shego could feel her rational mind slowly slipping away.  Kim could feel Shego's body getting hotter and hotter, and it made her smile.  Kim pulled away and ran over to the couch.  Shego breathed and looked over at the couch, which was littered with Kim's clothing.  Kim stuck a bare leg in the air.

"Coming?" Kim asked.

"I will be."  Shego said.  Kim's head popped up.

"You're so perverted."  Kim said sticking her tongue out.

"And your so preggers."  Shego said as she moved in on Kim.

The Next Scene contains large amounts of KiGo . . . and extreme snuggling and is very mature . . . sex . . . NOT!
-GP

Present (GP- Cuz I am not all about writing ero stories)

Shego walked over and hugged Kim from behind.

"Hey there."  Shego said.

"Aloha you."  Kim replied.  They exchanged a short but passionate kiss.

"This is the one you were working on isn't?"  Kim said, admiring the painting of a amber heart in encased in a green backdrop.
  
"Yes."  Shego said, holding Kim tight.

"Does it have a name?"  Kim inquired.

"I named it Color of Love."  Shego said.

"That's ridiculous."  A voice said.  Kim and Shego whirled around to find GP behind them.

"GP!"  They both exclaimed, giving the writer/advice guy/whatever he was a hug.  Once again, he reeked of yuri and pocky.
  
"Any who, that's a terrible name, so mushy and lovey-dovey.  KiGo is better."  GP said.  Kim and Shego looked at each other.  They liked it.  They turned back to GP but he was gone .  . . as usual.

"How does he do that?"  Kim asked.

"He is weird."  Shego replied.  Kim looked at Shego and kissed her on the cheek.

"Let's go home."  Kim said.

"I love you."  Shego said.

"I know."  Kim said.

"No let me show you."  Shego said.  She pulled Kim into a Bridal kiss, with a warm that could be felt through the whole gallery.  A pure warm and calm love.  Like the first warm wave of summer that graces the beach.  Or the first warm breeze of Spring.  Or the first warm ember of a fireplace in Winter.  Or the warmth of family in Fall.  Or the first firework of the New Year.  Of the first warm gaze of a new born child, it's first steps.  Warmth so powerful and true, some would wonder if another love could compare to it.  Kim could feel this warm burning in her, likewise with Shego.  Kim did not care for the title of best kiss or most powerful love.  Shego was her goal, her destiny.  Shego could give a shit about pure love or true desire.  Kim was all she could hope for or need.  That is the Color of Love.
-KiGo