Behind Closed Doors

Disclaimer: Kim Possible and all related characters are the property of someone who is not me

Warning: KIGO and spoilers (is there really anyone reading KP fanfics who cares about spoilers?)

This takes place after the events of the show. Only major difference from canon is that Kim and Shego got together at some point and Kim/Ron never happened.

"SHEGO!" Dr. Drakken screamed at the top of his lungs, pounding his tiny fist on the black and green door he knew his ex-villainous sidekick to be behind. "SHEGO!"normally yelling and pounding on doors for Shego was something no sane, or insane, man would do if he desired to live a long and healthy life. "SHEGO!" but this was an emergency and Drakken needed his sidekick immediately. "SHEGO!" had Drakken not been yelling and pounding on the door he may have overheard the quick conversation that went on in the area beyond the door and the stomping that approached the door when it was over.

"WHAT!" the door was replaced by a furious looking Shego who had decided to attempt to match the volume of her employer. When the door was suddenly opened Drakken's fist was already in mid swing. Luckily for him he managed to stop himself just shy of from hitting his employee in the face and was spared the pain such a mistake would have cost him.

"Shego! I'm glad you are here. You see, I need-" Drakken cut himself off when he noticed Shego's attire. Instead of the black and green cat-suit the woman usually dressed in, she had on a pair of black shorts and a purple t-shirt. Not only was the t-shirts colour wrong for the pale green woman but the shirt appeared to be a few sizes too small. Not only that, but Shego's normally perfect hair was amiss, and what little lipstick remained on her face was badly smudged, and were those... bite marks! Clearly something odd was going on. "Um, Shego?"

"What" Shego's voice had dropped to a dangerous level when she noticed that Drakken's eyes were moving down her body. Looking down at herself she cursed silently when she noticed that in her haste to get Drakken to stop making noise she had accidentally grabbed the wrong shirt.

"W-Well it's that you umm...l-look...ah..." Drakken stopped himself when he realized that there was no way he could finish that sentence without receiving large amounts of pain.

"It's not important. Now-"

"Do you have company over Shego?" Drakken became bolder since Shego had not threatened him yet. "If so I would like to meet him. You know I consider us an evil family, even if I have gone legit, and I wont have someone joining our family without meeting them first," not knowing that he had met the so called him before, many times in fact.

Shego took a large, slow breath. She was so very close to just blasting Drakken with her plasma and being done with it, but no. 'You can't kill him Shego, he's not worth wasting your pardon.' Spoiled princess, things I do for you, Shego internally raged.

"Drakken. What. Do. You. Want!"

"Well, now that you mention it..." Drakken failed to notice the twitch of repressed rage from Shego and showed her the source of his problem. "I can't get the lid off this pickle jar." Shego looked back and forth between Drakken and the jar a few times before simply turning away and closing the door.

Deciding that he would need to be more authoritative if he wanted this problem to be solved, Drakken stood up straighter and puffed out his chest. "Shego! I am your boss and I demand you open this door right now." There was a brief pause before the door opened slightly. "Good. Now open this jar." There was a flash of green from behind the door before the jar was blown to bits covering Drakken in pickle juice.

"Anything else I can do for you?" Shego didn't even wait for his reply, which was little more than a scream as he ran away as fast as he could.

Sliding back into bed Shego was greeted with a soft kiss which she quickly returned. "What did he want?" the question was softly asked; the person asking it could tell that Shego was angered by the "business meeting" she had just endured.

"Pickles."

"Again? Wasn't that what he wanted after the Attitudinator incident?"

"Yeah, I'm going to have to start pre-opening the jars for him." There was a moment of silence, as Shego calmed down, before she spoke again, "You still in the mood?"

"Would you be upset if I said I wasn't?" Shego's bed-mate replied.

"Nah, nothing kills my sex drive faster than speaking with Dr. D. Besides, It's getting late and you should be getting home."

"Awww I didn't know you cared so much. Is the big bad villainous Shego going soft?"

Shego opened her mouth to reply with her usual sarcasm, but stopped herself and instead replied with, "Only for you, Princess." she punctuated this with a quick kiss.

"Hhhmmm" the other person hummed in enjoyment of Shego's remark and kiss. "You know, I'm going to be home alone tomorrow, want to keep me company?"

"I'd Love to Princess. Speaking of your home, how are the repairs coming?"

"Almost done thanks to generous donations."

"Told your parents who it was that made the donation yet?"

"Not yet... thanks, again"

"Don't mention it. Little more then pocket change for me anyways."

"I'm surprised that you were allowed to keep your money considering how you made it."

"I wasn't. They took almost every cent I owned, but they couldn't even touch anything that belonged to Sheila Gordon... or Shelly Godfrey... or Sheena Goodwin, Shelby Gomez, Sheri Goti ..." Shego had been counting the names off on her fingers stopping when she had run out. "Wow Princess, I would never had expected you to be into that," she remarked after contemplating her raised fingers.

"Into what?"

"Polyamory. Including me that's eleven women you're dating."

"B-but... they're all you-"

"Now Princess there's no reason to deny it and for the record I'm OK with it. Just, please let me know if you plan on sleeping any of the others."

"Shego!"