Disclaimer: I'm not an owner, I'm just a random shipper.

Epilogue

"Mmmmm." Shego woke up to what had become her favorite sensation to wake up to, over the years. Arms around her middle. Bare breasts pressed against her back. Two legs tangled together with her own two. A face buried in her hair. Breath on the back of her neck. "MmmMMmm."

She could tell from the pattern of the breathing that her bedmate was still asleep. She knew from experience that any attempt to move would change that in an instant, so she remained where she was, just basking in the sensations. Heaven on earth.

Eventually, the breathing pattern changed. Shego slowly, ever so slowly, turned over, and faced the woman of her dreams. And nightmares. But mostly dreams. "G'moring, my beautiful wife. Happy next-day anniversary."

Betty smiled the smile of a person perfectly content with all facets of life, and scooted in to give Shego a soft, slow, surprisingly chaste kiss (considering that they were lying naked, in bed, with their nipples touching each other). "Good morning, my even more beautiful wife. Happy next-day anniversary."

They lay there staring into each other's eyes and cuddling, an activity ranked high on the list of favorites for both of them. The opportunities were rare. Betty was as much a workaholic as ever. Running an international crime-fighting association was a 24/7 job, sometimes literally. If there was one thing Shego didn't like about their seven-year relationship, it was watching Betty work herself to death, sometimes going weeks at a time without eating or sleeping properly. However, Betty had made one thing clear to her subordinates, painfully so in one particular case: There was one week a year during which she was not to be disturbed. No matter the crises, you DO NOT contact her on the week of her anniversary.

As the cuddles and caresses slowly began to escalate, as was so often the case, Shego was working her way into being 'in the mood', when she saw that familiar look in Betty's eye. Oh, no. Not this again.

"Shego, can I ask you something?"

Shego groaned. She knew what was coming. Betty was so tenacious, her instincts were strong, and she simply could not drop an idea, not even for her own benefit.

"No."

"But I have to know."

"I've told you before."

"I need to hear you say it again. Swear to me you're not lying."

Shego sat up and looked at her wife with all the sincerity and honesty she could muster. "Okay, fine. I'll tell you one more time. Now, look me in the eye, and know that I'm telling the truth. I'm Shego. I never lost a fight on purpose in my ******* life. Got it?"

Betty stared into Shego's eyes for a long while. "Okay." She finally said. "I believe you." She hugged Shego's head to her ample chest in reward for her honesty.

Of course, Shego thought as she gleefully pressed her face further in, in this case, you and I may have different ideas of what it means to win.