A/N: This is a rewrite of an earlier work I did call need. I just reread over it and felt I could do better in describing what lead to the current events. I do not own any of these characters, as they are property of Disney and the creators of Kim Possible.
-Clair-
Early afternoon, half a cigarette in his lips, Drakken stood on his bedroom balcony debating weather to finish the last of his vodka and orange juice. He tossed the glass and cigarette over the balcony. He had shed his lab coat for a casual pair of sweatpants and sneakers and a form fitting blue t-shirt. He wondered about her those green full lips and dangerous hips. He had been a villain for over ten years now and had known Shego for six of them. Something had to change as he remembered what happened this morning.
Lately, they had been at each other's throats, arguing to the point that he had to walk away from her during a particularly nasty argument. Before he said something Hurtful but she grabbed his shoulder and in the heat of the moment, he had slapped her hard enough to knock her to the ground, and a produce a little blood at the side of her lip.
He stood there shocked at the sight of her in a heap of limbs and tears on the floor, Drakken felt an icy ball grow in the pit of his stomach, he had done it now. He expected her to stand up and pound the crap out of him. In fact, a darker part of him wanted it, to feel something other than the constant put-downs and antagonism he felt from her, he also wanted to get rid of some of the more intense feelings he felt when he was around her.
She brought this nature out of him. Kindnesses, humanity, hope for a man like him. He was a villain for fates sake he was not supposed to feel these things. Drakken stood his ground with eyes down cast this time he deserved to feel pain for what he had done, he swore to his mother he would never put his hands on a woman especially after seeing his father beat his mother in drunken stupors over the years, he felt worse than shit. He wanted to speak but could not. Shego picked herself up from the ground. She did not hit him she did not yell at him she simply walked away teary eyed and unusually somber, into her room. To the clock on his wall, the incident happened four hours and two minutes ago, to Drakken it was half a bottle of Vodka and a pack of cigarettes later.
Shego had always been there for him even when she did antagonize him. Even when others walked away, she had always been there for him. She had carried him though the best and worst times in their years together. However, about two years ago something changed a sort of tension grew between them she dated less and started to spend time with him. They would have dinner in his private dining room and she would even come with him to his mother's house on the holidays. It was getting to the point they even shared the bathroom at times, without a second thought in the mornings.
He had to do something anything, he resolved himself stood and walked across the hall to Shego's room. He felt dirty but he had to speak to her at least tell her how sorry he was. He had to make it right. He knocked twice and nudged the door open with his foot Shego stood from her sitting position on the bed looking at him apprehensively. He noticed her right hand open in a slight defensive position ready to ignite should he try anything to hurt her again. Drakken saw something in her precious green eyes something he thought he would never see from a woman as strong as Shego, fear Unmasked UN characteristic fear. He felt his heart drop his mouth go dry. In the names of villainy, he had done mean things but in reality, there was no real desire to do permanent harm. This was something on a more human level, the level of a man and woman. He walked towards her slowly hands in plain sight, No sudden movements.
"I'm sorry," he whispered walking towards her he felt her apprehension, he had always been good at reading her moods even when she tried to hide them, years of closeness would do that to two people. She dropped her hand and stood there teary eyed again. She felt silly for acting weak. He brushed a finger across the bruise on her lower lip. He expected her to push him away. She remained silent as he touched her; his fingers tentatively pushed her hair out of her face. He was close enough to see the pulse in her neck and on the edges of noticing her body heat. Shego's eyes were searching his she was so beautiful so vulnerable and in some way forbidden.
The tips of his fingers moved from her lips to the side of her cheeks, her neck, and finally down her shoulders and to her hip. Drakken pulled her to and kissed her softly at first lips probing against lips. Not demanding but enough to let one feel passion behind them. His heart was pounding in his ears he felt like a teenager again.