Kim stood outside the door, leading to Drakken's layer. It wasn't the main entrance, but one she had been through many times in the past year. Smoothing down the green material of her dress, the young hero knocked on the sand colored door. After waiting a minute or so, the redhead let herself in. With the door shut firmly behind her, Kim took in the familiar décor.

The floors and woodwork were all done in ebony, including the furniture in the kitchen. In the main living room, there were two large armchairs and a long couch, seated around a coffee table. Each one was upholstered in rich black leather. Beneath the furniture there was a thick throw rug of dark green, which bare tows could be buried in. Along the wall that separated the kitchen from the living room, was a fully stocked bar. The top of which was a dark green and black granite, which matched the counter tops in the rest of the apartment's rooms. To the right of the bar was the doorway to the kitchen. To the left of it stood a wrought iron spiral staircase, which lead up to the master suit.

As Kim's gaze landed on the bottom step, she practically jumped, as a pail foot in a dark strappy high heel landed on it. The college sophomore followed the foot up to find Shego smiling at her, as the woman hooked the second of a pair of dangly silver earrings into ear. The redhead gasped at the sight of Shego in a long, curve hugging, midnight blue dress.

"Hey, Kimmie." The raven-haired woman greeted, her eyes traveling the length of Kim's lithe figure.

"Wow." Kim blinked. "Hi."

The older woman chuckled slightly, as she descended the final stair, and walked to where the twenty-year-old stood. With a soft smile, the pail woman brushed a red corkscrew curl away from Kim's sparkling green eyes.

"Did you have any trouble getting past the security systems?" Shego asked.

"No." The young woman responded, still lost in the sight of the woman in front of her.

"Good. I wouldn't want my Princess getting hurt. Especially not tonight." Shego cupped Kim's cheek with one hand, wile snaking the other arm around the girl's slender waist. Leaning in, Shego gently captured the pair of glossy pail pink lips, with her own, before murmuring against them. "Not on our first anniversary."