Author's Note: Hi everyone! So, it's been like what - Seven years or something since I've written a fanfic? Haha. Well, my best friend, known on here as xXxKimPossiblexXx, and I, have been going through a Kim Possible revival phase. We are re-watching all of Kim Possible! Also, we just found out about this awesome Kim Possible convention that is happening in June called the Kimvention, to celebrate the 10th year anniversary of KP. You should look it up if you haven't heard of it. Anyway, xXxKimPossiblexXx (Caroline) and I are Drakken/Shego shippers to the max! So, this story is (obviously) a D/S fic. It is set right after the last Kim Possible Episode: "Graduation." Expect about one new chapter a week. Enjoy! (This is rated T now, may go up to M.)

Dedication: This story is dedicated to Caroline, because we met on here YEARS ago when we were just kids watching KP, and we have been best friends ever since. We even live in the same city now. :)

Chapter One

Drakken went to his room and sat down on his bed. His heart was aching. What is wrong with me? Drakken thought to himself, resting his head in his hands. Shego was normally harsh, but it never hurt him this badly until now.

They had just returned home to their lair in the Caribbean. Drakken and Shego had been at an awards ceremony, where Drakken had received a medal for helping Kim Possible save Middleton, and potentially the world. During the ceremony Shego had looked at Drakken, while wearing that beautiful green dress of hers. She had genuinely smiled…

Drakken thought back to the moment after Shego smiled at him, when his stomach did a somersault and his heart filled with butterflies. His flower vines had responded to his subconscious thoughts, wrapped around his beautiful sidekick, and pulled her close. After a second of looking surprised, Shego had relaxed in his clutches, smiling gently at him. His insides calmed, and a warm feeling took over. He had had the urge to kiss her right then and there, but stopped himself. He'd waited for the limousine ride to do that.

Sliding his hand into hers on the ride back to their hotel, he'd looked at her, inquisitively. He'd liked her for years, but never dared make a move… was she really feeling this too? Mustering up the courage, Drakken had leaned in tentatively, and placed a small soft kiss on Shego's lips. She responded by touching his face with her hand, pulling him in closer. The relief of not being rejected was wonderful, and all the little butterflies he had felt earlier that night reappeared. This kiss deepened, and Shego's arms had found their way around his neck. Just minutes later, he had been on top of her in the limousine.

Drakken's heart skipped a beat sitting there in his room with his head in his hands, when he vividly recalled the little moans of pleasure and anticipation Shego had made in the limousine, while he kissed her eagerly as far down her chest as her dress would allow. It shouldn't have happened, he thought. It shouldn't be real. I loved that. "Why do we always have to fight?" he said aloud to himself, "And over stupid, stupid things, too." The vision of the past few day's events faded away and Drakken found his hands to be damp where his face had been. He quickly wiped away the few tears left on his face, angry at himself for being so sensitive about his feelings for Shego. Collapsing back into the warm comforts of his bed, he sighed heavily.

The reason he was in his room in the first place was because of a fight about their relationship, and where it was headed. Earlier that day, before they checked out of their hotel, things had gotten heated again. Drakken couldn't exactly remember how it began; he had been packing his things getting ready to leave, and Shego, being as organized as she was, had already checked out of her room, and was sitting on Drakken's hotel bed reading a magazine, waiting for him to finish his packing. The next thing he knew, he was on the on the bed with a nearly naked Shego, and they were caught up in a very passionate make out session. This time, Shego had taken the lead, stripping his shirt off, and kissing his chest, making her way hungrily down to his pants. It was only when she unbuttoned them that Drakken froze up.

"Oh come on, Dr. D," Shego teased playfully, "Don't tell me you've never been laid before."

"Of course I have." Drakken had retaliated, looking somewhat wounded that Shego would even consider that he might be a virgin.

"O…kay…Then what is the big deal?"

"Shego…"

"Yeah?"

"I just…I don't think that…I mean….What does this mean to you?"

"Are you serious?" Shego's mood was ruined, and she removed her hand from Drakken's pants button.

Drakken remembered Shego looking extremely annoyed at him, as he replied, "I just…I don't want to do this right now."

At this point, Shego had grabbed her shirt and pants and was dressing herself, slightly embarrassed, but covering it up with anger.

"How old are we, TWELVE? Gosh, Drakken. You are totally a virgin."

Drakken became angry at this, and he had raised his voice a little louder than he would have otherwise liked to.

"Shego! I am being serious here. I honestly want to sit down and talk feelings with you, before we do something we can't take back, and you can't even respect that?"

"I don't do feeling talks, Dr. D."

"I've noticed. You're cold-hearted and hurtful. I don't know why I ever liked you, or even why I've kept you on as my employee all these years." As soon as Drakken had said this, he wished he could have taken it back.

"The fact that I even let you kiss me, that doesn't say anything to you?" Shego paused, as if expecting a reply, but got nothing. "What do you take me for, some kind of whore?"

"Well, you have been with a lot of guys, haven't you?" Drakken normally would have felt nervous asking this, but at that particular moment he was so wound up in the argument he didn't think twice.

"Excuse me?" Shego raised an eyebrow, as if she had misheard, though she hadn't.

"I said, have you or have you not slept with a large number of men?"

At this comment, Shego had lit up her plasma, blasted a hole in the wall by Drakken's head, and angrily stormed out of the hotel room.

Drakken rolled over and buried his face in his pillow, the memories of that morning's mishaps fading away. It was evening now, and he didn't have a clue what Shego was up to. He had heard her arrive shortly after him, but they avoided one another all afternoon, and Drakken had had enough of the tiptoeing around, so he had decided it would be best to resign to his bedroom.

Being alone for hours didn't help his anxiety, however. It seemed like with every minute that passed, a new memory of Shego was manifesting in front of him, making him relive it another time.

He could still taste Shego's lips on his, and smell the lavender scent of her long, silky hair. He could still feel her slender fingers trailing down his chest, and the tingly sensation of her nibbling on his neck, playfully.

He could still see deep into her eyes if he thought about it - and oh God – those eyes. He had actually got to gaze into them, and for once, she was looking right back, smiling.

He felt sick. He wanted to talk to her about everything, but she had made it clear she didn't want to talk. Maybe I really was careless with what I said, Drakken thought, biting his lip anxiously. I have no clue how to talk to her, or how to fix this.

Author's Note: Chapter two will be up soon. Please Review, so I know people are reading, and it will encourage me to write more. :) Thank you! -Aleego