A/N- Holy god. Can this be? I've actually wrote something again. I never thought I would see the day. Welllll….if I get some nice reviews, I'll write more. Got me? Love, Zero.

"Hey, Princess." Shego said when she noticed I was awake. I stared at her across the bedroom. She was putting on her favorite black blazer with a white shirt, that never went completely over her stomach. Her Jeans were ripped. She looked like a rock star, as usual. I pulled the black sheet over my chest, so my bra was no longer exposed. Shego smiled at me.

"Hey." I said quietly, tired. She shrugged into her blazer, and waltzed over to the bed. I sat up to greet her with a kiss.

"Sleep well?" She leaned into me, slowly puling my bra strap over my shoulder, then…

"Shego, cut it out." I said sternly, pulling the strap back up and rolling so that my back was facing her.

"Come on. You're being a tease."

"How am I being a tease?" I ask, baffled.

"That little blue bra, it's so cute. I just want to get my hands into it." She purred, leaning into the bed more.

"I told you I'm not ready yet."

That's the only problem with Shego and I. Sure, we fight a lot. But before me, she was a serious playgirl. She was out every night, often with girls. But I've refused to sleep with her yet. It's been five months. Part of me thinks she's dying sometimes. Since we live together, we're alone every night. Every day. But, it's never anything I worry about. Mostly, our make-out session just escalates, and before I know it I'm on my back on our living room floor, pants down, shirt up. I do a lot to stop it, too. Kick, punch, scream, bite, cry. But in the end, every time, Shego gets off me, screams for a minute or two, and acts like it never happened. Then the evening moves on. It's almost too casual sometimes. But whatever, It's not her decision to make. I'm sorry I'm a virgin?

At this point, Shego stands, and walks out of the room. Probably off to make breakfast or something. I watch her go, and realize I should probably get dressed before anything unsavory happens. After throwing on a green top and some shorts, I left the room in search of Shego. She was probably angry with me, as usual. When I found her, she was cooking eggs silently in the kitchen.

"Shego?"

"What?" She snapped.

"The way we do things is so…consistent," I say sheepishly, "But when it happens, we'll both know it's the right time. I want it to be perfect."

"Is there a wrong time? If it's with me, it should always be right!" She barks at me, finally meeting my eyes.

"There IS a wrong time! And the wrong time is whenever we fight!"

"Oh, please. We never fight."

"We're fighting right now!" I yell in frustration. She looks at me for a second, then back at our breakfast, which is starting to burn.

"So, if we stop fighting-"

"Then maybe for two seconds I'd feel better!" I interrupt. She's looking at me now. I wonder if she'd actually stop fighting me to get what she wants. I cringe at this, my thoughts betraying me. What if that's ALL she wants? I regain my composure just in time to hear Shego murmur,

"Okay."

I gaze at her for a few moments before saying aloud in disbelief, "That's it?"

"What?"

"You're not going to fight me anymore? Fighting is what we do." I say this almost sadly.

"Hell no! You and I will always fight. But I can let you win a few arguments for now." She smirks and looks in my eyes again. I walk up to her and hug her.

"What's this for?" She smiles at me, and her eyes are wide. When Shego makes this expression, I know she's genuinely happy.

"I just love you, okay?" And I kiss her.

"I love you, too, Princess." She pats my head and I leave her to go into the TV room. And I can feel her eyes on me the whole time.

Wow. This took an unpleasant amount of time to write. And it's only part one. I hope you guys like it.

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