Bad as She Wants Me to Be

Chapter 11: All you have to do

Author: RoguesKnight

Rating: M/MA…can language and adult content co-exist with pure fluff in the same chapter? Stay tuned true believers! (Apologies to Stan Lee)

Disclaimer: Kim, Ron, Shego, et al. are not my property. If they were I wouldn't be stuck working security from midnight til 8 am. Damn the fates!

Author's note: Yes I'm still alive and still writing! Thank you to everyone who has reviewed and encouraged me to update and sorry for the delay. Thanks to: Zaratan, Triaxx2, JPElles, shadexxx, seahawk, Harufu, momike, Devinel, campy, oblivionknight7,

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Shego lounged lazily in a comfortable, dark green arm chair in the common room of Dr. Drakken's lair, her slender legs draped over the arm and wondered idly if Drakken would notice if she fell asleep while he was ranting. After all she mused, not a little irritated, It's not like he's said anything new in the past half hour or so. Indeed the entire flight back to the lair had been a combination rant and interrogation about her relationship with Ron; as if it was really any of his business. A dark shadow fell over her delicate features and rousing herself from her thoughts, she glanced up to see Dr. Drakken glowering down at her, his fists resting prissily on his hips. " Can I help you," she asked, sarcasm dripping from every word.

Dr. Drakken's face darkened, almost reaching the color of an overly ripe blueberry and a vein began throbbing in his forehead. " Yes, you can explain yourself.," he fumed, " Starting with why I shouldn't fire you for sleeping with the enemy. God only knows how I've never noticed it before," he threw his hands in the air and once again began pacing the length of the room, " It's so obvious in hindsight, you've been sabotaging my brilliant plans lo these many years just to keep your relationship with the buffoon a dirty little secret! How else could you possibly explain defeat after humiliating defeat at the hands of a mere teenager?"

As the megalomaniac continued his ranting of the humiliating defeats he'd suffered through the years and the injustices they'd done to his name and standing in the evil community, Shego simply rolled her eyes and pressed her lips to a near invisible line to keep from pointing out the real reason Dr. D's plans so often failed was that they were simply whacked beyond belief. " Yo, Dr. D," She interjected into the first pause in Drakken's rant in what seemed like forever, " Let's get some things straight, as per my contract, my personal life is my business and mine alone, or do we need to bring up how a certain blue skinned someone thought pimping me out to finance his schemes would be a good idea?" She let the tiniest bit of venom slip into her voice and narrowed her eyes dangerously in the doctor's direction just to let him know she still wasn't completely over that particular plan. " But aside from that, I'm not shacking up with the buffoon. As I explained on the way back here from the bank, I'm just using him to drive a wedge between himself and Possible. Split the team, and who knows even one of your whacked plans might actually work." Shego fought the heat she felt creeping up her neck and into her cheeks; after all there was no need for Dr. Drakken to know just how much she was enjoying driving that wedge into place. Or that you confessed your love for Ron? a traitorous voice piped up at the back of her mind before it was ruthlessly squashed back into her subconscious. Sooner or later she was going to have to do something about that pesky little voice before it completely ruined her plan.

Dr. Drakken paused, eyeing Shego speculatively and rubbing his chin, " Ah yes…I must admit for a mere sidekick to a genius like myself it is an ambitious plan. After all, how could the buffoon possibly resist your womanly charms?" Was it his imagination or had the muscles in her arms just tensed, best continue before she decided it was time for "Drakken to go ouch". " Alright, I'll accept your claim," he held up his hands, " I'll even chalk Kim Possible's continued successes up to incredible beginner's luck instead of behind the scenes sedition on your part. However, I wish you had chosen to include me in your plan. Perhaps we could have pitted those meddlesome kids against each other had I been allowed to woo young miss Possible while you romanced the Buffoon. I can be quite charming you know." He ran a hand through the oil slick he called hair and flashed her what he considered his best suave grin.

It was all Shego could do to keep herself from projectile vomiting. Drakken and Kimmie? It was too horrible to contemplate. Oooh….my fee just went up to seventy-five percent of today's loot for that wonderful little mental image She shuddered, wrestling with the urge to knock Drakken into the next county for the comment I'm definitely going to need some therapy after that one…no sleep for me tonight. A smile slid over her face as she thought of just what kinds of therapy she could indulge in with sleep no longer an option. " Sorry Dr. D," she said with false enthusiasm, " it was really a spur of the moment decision."

Drakken actually drooped, " Ah, a lost chance I suppose, but no matter. Perhaps your wedge will be enough of a distraction to keep them from foiling my latest master plan. Feast your eyes on this!" He crowed, striding purposefully to the main computer terminal and pulling up a file. On the large screen an image of the moon appeared, with a ring of eight rocket engines encircling the equator, four aimed towards the earth and four pointing away from it. " Still think my plans are whacked Shego?" he asked smugly, obviously waiting for her to admit his brilliance.

To her credit, Shego managed to keep her utter disbelief and dismay off of her face Oh for the love of god she moaned silently again with the moon! One of these day's I'm going to get him into some nice Freudian psychoanalysis to see if we can unearth the root of his obsession with the moon. Pushing herself out of the chair, Shego wandered over to get a better look at the monitor. " So you're what, going to threaten to rip the moon in half? What part of that plan isn't whacked again?"

Drakken grinned evilly, for once actually sending a chill down Shego's spine, " Nothing so childish Shego. It's time to take our game to the next level. Those rockets you see around the moon's equator were once part of a government plan to save the earth in the event of a major asteroid heading our way." He depressed another key on the computer and the image changed to show the eight rockets, this time hauling a large net between them, intercepting a large asteroid before it could collide with the earth and blasting it back into the depths of space. " Apparently," Drakken continued with a droll smile, " One of those asteroid movies, Armageddon or Deep Impact or something panicked someone in the government into coming up with a sort of missile defense net to protect us from such a fate. Unfortunately, they couldn't come up with a net that would actually withstand the rigors of exiting our atmosphere, let alone actually contain a hunk of rock hurtling through space at thousands of miles per hour and the plan was mothballed; with the rockets conveniently being stored here at the Middleton Space Center."

Shego slapped a hand over her eyes, and counted to ten, partially to keep from laughing at the absurdity of the whole plan and partially to keep herself from beating Dr. D to a pulp for wasting her time. " And the fact that the government decided a plan involving these rockets was too stupid to work ensures your success how?" She asked, keeping her hand over her eyes.

" Because, Shego," he replied impatiently, " I'm not trying to catch anything with them. In fact, quite the opposite." Another key press, " I'll be using them to push, or pull. Depending on whether or not the governments of the world are willing to bow to my demands. Observe" Drakken stabbed yet another key on the computer and the images on the screen leaped to life, " If the world's leader's refuse to acknowledge me as their superior, I will simply order the four rockets aiming the moon at Earth to push it closer by a few thousand miles. The results will, of course, be catastrophic…the shipping and fishing industries, for example will be completely ruined as the tide loses it's predictability, dogs will howl almost non-stop in suburban neighborhoods…"

A decidedly uneasy feeling settled into the pit of Shego's stomach, " And maybe millions of people along coasts will be killed," she interjected hotly, " or at least left homeless." There was no way he could seriously consider going through with his insane plan. Twisted though he may be, Dr. Drakken had somehow avoided killing anyone so far in the pursuit of world domination, he wouldn't start now, would he? Oh what am I worried about? She wondered, trying unsuccessfully to quiet her unease, It's not like any of his other plans have ever worked. Unfortunately, the reminder did little to calm her anxieties.

Dr. Drakken paused, seemed to consider her words, and grinned, " You forget, Shego, I am a very bad man. It's time the world was reminded of that fact." The grin faded and he shrugged, " Besides, once they recognize the brilliance of my plan and the potential for destruction, who would dare oppose me? You worry too much."

Shego sighed; it was really no use trying to reason with him when he latched onto one of his hair-brained schemes. " Ok," she spread her hands before her, trying to hold onto her quickly evaporating patience, " Let's say that hypothetically your plan had merit. How on Earth do you plan on getting those rockets in place? If it hasn't escaped your attention, that's a massive construction project and even with what we got from the bank today we couldn't afford the air tanks and a construction crew." A wave of relief washed over her, finally a weak spot in his plan.

" True," Drakken conceded, " Hence the syntho-drones. They don't need to breathe or rest and with the enhancements made possible by those super-conducting microchips you stole, even damage from micro-meteors won't pose too much of a threat to their ability to work. The plan is brilliant!" he reiterated.

" Sure, whatever," Shego replied, feigning her usual boredom, " Look, I'm gonna get going…thanks to the Princess, I've got some major home repairs to take care of. Why don't you get to work patching up Mr. Gaping Chest wound over there and I'll see you later." She pointed towards the syntho-drone that had been silently standing in a corner, and with a flip of her raven hair, Shego turned and strode briskly towards the door to the hangar and her waiting hovercraft.

" Yes, yes…that's exactly what I'll do, right after I build two more to replace the ones you destroyed at the bank today. That's coming out of your pay incidentally," Dr. Drakken yelled at her retreating back. When he got no response from his sidekick he sighed and ran a hand through his hair, " Honestly some people have no respect for evil genius at work." He muttered, approaching the syntho-drone, " As much as I hate to admit it, she does have a point. Let's go get you patched up, and then you can go make me a glass of cocoa moo while I work on building our forces." Without a word (big surprise) the damaged automaton followed the blue megalomaniac back towards the lab.

Almost an hour later Shego set her hovercraft down on her front lawn and engaged its cloaking device. Fuming over the fact that what should have been a half hour flight had taken the better part of an hour due to increased surveillance by Global Justice in light of their bank job earlier in the day, Shego failed to notice the fact that her front door had been replaced by a brand new one while she was gone until she tried to open it. " What the…" Before she could continue, the door swung open to reveal a very welcome sight, Ron Stoppable.

" Welcome home," he smiled, grabbing her wrist and pulling her through the doorway, then shut the door behind them and pinned his love against it with a passionate kiss. When air finally became an issue, Ron pulled away just enough to see her clearly, leaving his arms wrapped around her waist. " I've been waiting all day to do that," he admitted shyly, a hint of blush coloring his cheeks.

Shego smiled, fighting an answering blush on her pale cheeks, " Oh, you have, huh? Before or after you thought you'd try kicking my ass at the bank?" She teased, laughter sparkling in her emerald eyes, " And, not that I'm complaining, but how did you get in here?"

Ron's blush deepened, " In answer to your first question….I was thinking about kissing you before, after and during your little….ah…escapade….at the bank." Reluctantly, he released her and fished in his back pocket, " As for how I got in…here…" he pulled out a silver key and pressed it into her gloved palm. " I told Kim that I was going to try and track you and Drakken down…but really I had Wade call in a favor to have the door replaced that's your new key. I didn't want to just leave it under your floorboards like your old spare."

Shego stared down at the key in her hand, touched that he'd go to so much trouble just for her. Maybe you should make him a copy that annoying little voice in her head piped up happily. " Thanks" she said simply, ignoring the voice, " look…I'd kinda like to slip into something a little less work related at the moment, then we can chat. Ok?" She tried a smile and hoped he wouldn't push to find out what had happened to the cash from the robbery. They'd promised to shelve the shop talk when they were together, but it was still new territory.

Ron, nodded in understanding, " Sure Sheena, just don't get too comfortable. We're going out tonight." He smiled enigmatically and made a shooing motion toward her bedroom.

Waves of relief poured off of her He's not going to push it Sheena realized, a happy warmth spreading through her chest at the thought as she automatically headed in the direction of her bedroom This relationship just might work out after all. She was halfway to her room when another thought struck her What's he mean we're going out tonight? She was almost tempted to turn back and get the answer to that question by any means necessary but simply shrugged, " Well it has been….ok…forever since I've been on a real "date"" she muttered, " Who knows, it might even be fun?" A smile tugging at her lips, Sheena continued into her bedroom on her quest for more comfortable clothes Maybe something to drop his jaw in the process? That damn annoying voice piped up again helpfully. With a sigh of frustration, Sheena told that little voice in quite colorful terms what she thought it should do it itself.

In Sheena's living room, Ron sat on her green leather sofa, gingerly pressing his fingers to his lower lip; it still was a little sore from being split during the confrontation at the bank but he smiled anyway, a little pain was well worth kissing Sheena. " You're in trouble Stoppable," he murmured to himself, glancing down at the two hand sized scorch marks on the couch, it didn't take a genius to figure out the cause, " Granted, it's not like you helped her escape or anything…but the law still wouldn't look too favorably on his knowing where a wanted fugitive was and not turning her in.". He dropped his head back against the soft material, completely understanding the anger and frustration that must have caused Sheena to damage her couch. If only things were different He mused absently Of course, if things were different, she probably wouldn't be interested in me…oh well…when life gives you lemons…yadda…yadda…yadda Which, in fact, was the point of taking Sheena out tonight. It had taken some serious thinking, and he'd had to pick up some more Bueno Nacho to bribe Rufus into staying home, but he'd come up with a plan to give Sheena an almost normal date night…well as close to normal as he'd ever come when it came to their relationship anyway. " Oh well…who knows…maybe she'll have fun without resorting to violence for once." He said to the ceiling, unaware that the object of his thoughts had returned to the living room and was leaning against the doorframe that lead to the front door and hall.

" Stranger things have happened," Sheena agreed, smirking as Ron nearly jumped a foot into the air. " Of course," She added, the smirk transitioning to a seductive smile, " If violence does come into play, I'll just have to take time to nurse you back to health." The look in her eyes clearly suggested just what that therapy would entail more eloquently than words ever could..

Ron gulped, somehow managing not to pass out at the sight of his girlfriend. She was wearing a pair of black jeans that hugged her form so tightly he was tempted to ask if she'd just painted them on, and a pale green spaghetti strap tank top, low cut enough to show off a fair amount of cleavage. Whatever I did in a past life to deserve this he wondered as his vocal chords struggled to work I am definitely going to have to figure out how to do it again. After about five minutes of silent, not quite slack jawed staring, his voice decided to make a reappearance, " Ready to go?" he asked as coolly as possible as he pushed himself up from the couch. He might have pulled it off too, had his voice not decided to crack at that precise moment. Oh, the fates were cruel indeed.

Sheena smiled, doing her best to ignore the sudden herd of butterflies doing the cha-cha in her stomach. Oh get a grip She commanded herself You commit crimes for a living, one little date is nothing to get nervous over Unfortunately for her, the butterflies refused to listen. " Whenever you are," she answered, a slight blush coloring her pale green cheeks, " I'm guessing you've stashed a rocket ship capable of interstellar flight somewhere around here that I haven't noticed? I mean I'm not exactly the least recognizable person in the world." Especially after this afternoon she thought a little guiltily. Not that she would have been able to talk Dr. Drakken into putting his plan on hold for the sake of her social life, but she hoped with all her heart that it didn't end up ruining whatever Ron had planned for the evening.

Ron laughed, " No, not quite," he admitted walking over to his love and dropping a quick kiss on her lips, " And don't be so down on yourself gorgeous. Besides, there are still places on this planet that people are so out of the loop that they wouldn't recognize you." Before she could argue the point, Ron grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the house and onto the front porch. " Wait here," he smiled, " Oh, and if you happen to have an extra motorcycle helmet laying around anywhere you might want to grab it." With that, he took off around the side of the house.

Sheena watched him go with a longing smile, wondering just what in the world Ron had up his sleeve and pulled a small remote from her pocket to deactivate her hovercraft's cloaking device and lower the boarding ramp. Whatever Ron had in mind for their date, she had a feeling that she was genuinely going to enjoy herself. Years of life as a professional criminal had trained her to be both quick and quiet, skills she called upon now as she dashed into her ship, retrieved a green motorcycle helmet from a storage locker and raced back to the same spot Ron had left her in on the porch. By the time he'd pushed his bike out from behind the house, she'd even re-cloaked the ship. " Took you long enough," She smirked, pretending to examine the nails on her right hand, holding the helmet easily in her left, " I was starting to wonder if you'd gotten lost."

Ron smiled, shaking his head in amusement, " Yea, yea…coming?" he asked, pulling his own helmet on and kicking the motorcycle to life. He got his answer a moment later when Sheena locked her house and vaulted from the front porch onto the seat behind him in a single leap. " Show off" he muttered, knowing full well that she couldn't hear the comment over the roar of the engine. Ron waited until Sheena's slender arms slipped around his chest, pressing her tightly against him, before gunning the engine and heading for the road. Unfortunately for the lovers, the sound of the engine made talking on their trip a non-issue, and Ron had to keep his eyes on the road to avoid hitting anything, he was distracted enough just by how tightly Sheena was holding on to him as it was. Had either of them thought to look behind them, they might have noticed an all too familiar figure following them in a little red corvette, a look of shock and outrage clearly written on their face.

Three and a half hours later, Ron and Sheena arrived at their location. " You've got to be kidding be," Sheena said as she pulled off her helmet and ran her fingers through her raven locks, disbelief clearly coloring her voice as she stared at the entrance to J.P. Baerymoore's Pizza Party-torium. " A kid's restaurant?"

Ron just laughed, he'd had a feeling her reaction would be somewhere along those lines, " No, not just a kid's restaurant," he corrected, climbing off the motorcycle and offering his love a hand, " THE kid's restaurant. Not that it looks like we'll have to worry about too many munchkins," he added glancing around the nearly deserted parking lot, " Besides, Kim avoids this whole chain like the plague and no one in their right mind would think that you'd ever go to a kid's restaurant in Upperton of all places."

" Good thing no one's ever accused you of being in your right mind," Sheena teased, a small smile playing across her lips. As much as she hated to admit it, Ron had a pretty good point, and besides it was hard to be too upset at his choice of venue when he was so obviously excited about it. Doing her best to keep her reservations to herself, Sheena followed her almost bouncing with joy boyfriend to the restaurant's entrance Here goes nothing She steeled herself as Ron opened the door and the stench of burnt cheese assaulted her nostrils.

" Ahhhhhhh!" Ron sighed happily, holding the door open and ushering his love in ahead of him, " Is there any better smell known to man?"

Sheena paled, well more than she was naturally, and turned to glare daggers in his direction, " Listen and listen good Stoppable, if you ever, and I do mean ever, decide to get me perfume and I end up smelling like that" She waved a hand to indicate the restaurant, " I swear to you, no one will ever find your remains." Taking in the shocked and slightly frightened expression on the young man's face, she headed for the counter and the overly perky teenage girl waiting there. God, I really hope that smile on her face isn't genuine She thought, a note of dread crawling into her consciousness.

Ron seemed to have cheered up once more by the time he reached the counter, all evidence of being cowed by Sheena's threat hidden behind a wall of bravado. " Good evening Miss," he greeted the cashier/hostess, " We'd like your largest pepperoni pizza, twenty dollars in game tokens, and a cozy little booth for two in your non-smoking section." If his demeanor seemed odd, the cashier/hostess didn't say anything about it as she rang them up and dropped a bag of tokens into Ron's hand before leading them to a booth that appeared to be no different than any of the others and informing them that their pizza would be out shortly. " So, what do you think?" Ron asked as the younger woman walked away to greet the next patrons.

A million responses flew through Sheena's mind, most of them hurtful or otherwise inappropriate, and she let her gaze drift over the restaurant as she frantically sought an answer that wouldn't offend Ron since he'd obviously taken great pains to share something he treasured with her. She realized with a start that it really wasn't so bad, there were few small children around and the ones that were present were actually behaving themselves and not tearing all over the place like wild little monkeys Oh…I'd better not share that with Ron She thought, allowing a small smile to play over her lips He'd be scared of kids for the rest of his life Kids…she quickly pushed those thoughts aside and brought her gaze back to her date. " I think…." She hedged, letting him dangle just a little bit longer, " I'm going to get more tickets than you at the whack-a-mole" She finished with a grin, deftly swiping the bag of tokens from the table and running towards the game, careful not to mow any small children down in the process.

" Hey!" Ron shouted after her fleeing form, popping himself out of the booth and giving chase, a rather dopey grin plastered on his face. She doesn't hate it! I rock hard! he congratulated himself silently. " I'll have you know that I'm a master whacker" he said when he finally reached the game and picked up a mallet. A moment later the words registered in his mind and he blushed a deep crimson under Sheena's amused gaze.

" I'm sure you are Ron," She chuckled darkly as she bent over and slipped two tokens into the game, " And if I find out that you're thinking of anyone other than me while practicing your craft, oh venerable master, you're going to envy these moles." Almost more quickly than the eye could follow, she deftly nailed two of the plastic rodents. There were no more words as the two young lovers concentrated on outdoing each other at the game. True to her boast, Sheena managed not only to earn more tickets from the machine than Ron did, but she had set a new high score for the game as well. " You know "master"," She teased, waving her string of tickets triumphantly over her head, " I could teach you a thing or two when it comes to whacking." The look on Ron's face was priceless and Sheena laughed, grabbing his hand and pulling him on to the next game before he had recovered enough to think of a come back. What do you know She mused, I'm not totally hating this like I thought I would. Must be the company.

As Sheena dragged him towards the Skee ball set-up, Ron felt the first twinges of worry work their way into his consciousness. He'd planned on impressing her with his amazing gaming prowess…now it looked like he'd have to pull out every trick he knew and maybe even make some up on the fly if he even wanted to compete. Just my luck to get involved with someone even more competitive than Kim He groused, watching as Sheena's first ball went easily into the one hundred point cup.

The night wore on in much the same vein, mostly with gaming victories for Sheena on the games of skill, though Ron did manage to pull in a few on the straight out video games, causing Sheena to fall back on the stand-by excuse that her poor performance was the controller's fault. Between games, or whenever they needed a break from the stiff competition, they would wander back to their booth and snag a piece of pizza or two. Pizza, Sheena was reluctantly forced to admit, that wasn't actually bad or obviously burned anywhere despite the pervasive burnt cheese aroma. Sadly, all good things must come to an end and before they knew it, an announcement was being made that the restaurant would be closing in ten minutes and for anyone interested in redeeming their tickets to make their way to the prize counter. " You know," Ron said, carefully wiping his mouth with a napkin and setting it on the now empty pizza tray, " most of the stuff there is junk…but we do have all of these tickets…want to see if there's anything worthwhile?"

Sheena smiled, " Sure…I guess there's no harm in looking at least." In truth, she'd had her eye on a cheesy looking plastic ring with a flashing LED light in place of a jewel all night. Sure it was silly, but it seemed to fit the night perfectly, granted, at a twenty-five ticket price it was grossly overpriced but then again, when would she need the ridiculous pieces of paper again? Besides, she and Ron had won one hundred and fifty of the damn things. " I'll meet you over there," she said, pushing her way out of the booth and heading over to the prize counter.

Ron couldn't believe how free and happy Sheena looked, her sheer exuberance throughout the night had been contagious and he couldn't help but wonder what he'd done to unearth such childlike joy in her. " Course it could probably have something to do with never having been here before in her life and still kicking my ass nine times out of ten," He muttered, clearing the table and setting the tray on top of a nearby trash can. Still, if that's what it took to bring out this side of her, it was well worth the price. " See something you like?" He asked, sneaking up behind her at the counter and actually making her jump with a squeak. Must not laugh he commanded himself Laughter is a quick road to the ER

" It's silly…" Sheena blushed once she'd recovered, " but…." She pointed to the LED ring, her blush deepening.

Ron grinned, she was right, it was silly, but then he'd been eyeing the twenty-five ticket bottle of bubble solution next to it, so he had no room to complain. " Of course it is," he agreed gamely, " but that's the point, isn't it?" It was their turn to step up to the counter. " I'd like the bubble solution on the middle shelf, in a green bottle if possible," Ron told the attendant, " and we'll take one of those nifty flashy rings right next to it for the lady." He added, tearing off fifty tickets and handing them to the tired looking young teen.

" Whatever," the attendant said, taking the tickets and quickly plopping the prizes up on the counter.

" Here you go," Ron grinned, grabbing Sheena's hand and slipping the ring onto her ring finger before she could object or protest that she could do it herself. It was only after noticing a shocked and longing look in her emerald eyes that he realized he'd put the ring on her left hand. Ooohh boy he thought, trying to keep as calm as he could This isn't too awkward. Before he could think of anything to say, he was saved by a sudden crack of thunder. Glancing out the nearest window, all he could see was a wall of water pouring onto the ground. " Look, why don't you wait while I go get the bike and bring it around to the curb?" he placed the remaining tickets in her hand "There's no need for both of us to get any more soaked than we absolutely have to." Without giving her time to answer, he took off for the door.

Not that Sheena was actively paying attention at the moment anyway. She was vaguely aware that it'd started to really pour if the sound of the rain on the roof was any indication, but her gaze was fixated on the ring on her hand. If only… before the thought could go any further, she ruthlessly quashed it. Yes, if life were different, maybe it wouldn't be just a cheap plastic ring he'd put on her finger, but wishing things were different didn't make them so. " It was just an accident" she told herself firmly, " He was just being silly and grabbed the wrong hand…it didn't mean anything." Unfortunately that didn't stop her heart from aching with the wish that he had meant something by it. She was pulled from her musings by a rather plaintive request of " Kitty! Mommy, kitty!"

Turning to the sound of the request, Sheena caught sight of a small girl, not more than two years old with big green eyes and mousy brown hair pulled into pig-tails, holding onto the hand of a tired looking older woman with one hand and pointing to a black an white stuffed cat on the top shelf of the prize counter with the other. The older woman met Sheena's eyes with a small smile and turned her attention to her daughter " We don't have enough tickets sweetie…but look, you can get some candy down here, see…five tickets…would you like some candy Heather?"

" Not candy," the toddler said defiantly, her big green eyes beginning to water, " Kitty!" With that, she stuck her free thumb into her mouth, clearly indicating in her own small way that the conversation was over.

Sheena felt something tug at her heart watching the interplay between mother and daughter, and surreptitiously stole a glance at the price of the stuffed cat and rolled her eyes when she saw that it was one hundred tickets. Please she thought, annoyed at the ridiculous pricing Like it costs them even a dollar to make the thing. She cleared her throat, catching the mother's attention, " She really seems to want that cat," Sheena observed drily.

" Oh yes," the other woman replied, smiling weakly, " She loves cats, unfortunately she can only have stuffed ones because she's allergic to real ones." She turned her attention to her daughter again briefly, " Sweetheart, you have stuffed kitties at home…we'll see them in a little bit…ok.?" If the toddler's body language was any indication, she was not ok with that arrangement.

" Look," Sheena ventured, " I've got a hundred tickets left over, and to be honest, I've got everything I want," she waved her left hand, indicating the LED ring, " She's more than welcome to them. I'm certainly not going to have any use for them."

"I couldn't," The other woman began " It's…very kind of you to offer….but…"

" I insist," Sheena countered, waving the counter attendant over, and plopping the remaining tickets into his hand, " We'll take one of those little black and white cats for the little cutie here," she informed him, an edge to her voice suggesting that he'd better be polite about it.

" Sure," the attendant replied happily, proving that he wasn't too stupid to pick up on the menace in her tone, " Here you go sweetie,." He added, leaning over the counter to place the cat in the outstretched arm of the now beaming little girl.

" Kitty, kitty, kitty!" The little girl sang happily, twirling around in a tight circle, and bringing a smile to Sheena's face.

" Say thank you to the nice lady," the girl's mother admonished with a smile of her own.

Almost immediately, the little girl ceased her spinning and dizzily stumbled over to Sheena, wrapping her arms around Sheena's leg and beaming up at her, " Thank you!"

Sheena felt heat creeping up her neck and into her cheeks as she carefully disentangled the child from her leg, " You're welcome. Make sure that kitty is a good kitty for you," she instructed gently, giving her a gentle push back towards her mother and waving as the pair walked towards the front door. Out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of Ron, and from the knowing smile on his face she could tell that he'd witnessed almost the entire interchange. " Not a word," She growled, a deep blush blossoming across her cheeks, " I not sweet. I just didn't want to have to put up with a kid throwing a full-blown temper tantrum while I waited for you to come back. That's all."

" Of course," Ron agreed gamely, his grin widening as he handed her a helmet, " Wouldn't dream that you were going soft or anything." The glare she shot his way did nothing to lessen the grin, " It's really coming down out there," he said, a crack of thunder choosing that moment to emphasize his point, " and I don't know about you, but I don't really relish the thought of trying to drive back home in that on a motorcycle. I spotted a hotel on the way here that's pretty close, what do you think?"

Sheena smirked, " I think," she replied, slipping the helmet on and heading for the door with Ron in tow, " that I get the shower first when we get there."

" Couldn't we just share?" came Ron's somewhat plaintive and muffled reply as he plopped on his own helmet and followed her out into the storm. If she made any reply, it was drowned out by the sound of rain bouncing off of his helmet and yet another thunderclap from over head. If she's got a problem, you'll just have to convince her otherwise a little voice piped up in his head, sending a few suggestions as to how he might accomplish that feat. Beneath his helmet, Ron grinned, it may be more fun if she decided to argue. Climbing onto the drenched seat, he waited until he felt Sheena's arms slip into place around his chest before carefully kicking the motor into life and heading out. Unnoticed by either of the occupants of the motorcycle, a certain red corvette parked at the far end of the lot purred to life and slowly made its way out after them as they passed.

Ten minutes later, a thoroughly drenched and cold Ron and Sheena made their way into the lobby of the Upperton Marriott and approached the concierge desk, shivering and looking for all the world like a couple of drowned rats. " Good-evening…ah…Rose," Ron carefully cradled his helmet under an arm and reading the nametag on the jacket of the botoxed, blond woman behind the desk who was looking at the pair with undisguised disdain, " We'd like a room if you have any open. You may not believe it to look at us, but it's raining cats and dogs out there." He tried his most charming smile, and through some trick of fate managed to keep his teeth from chattering.

" I'm sorry," Rose replied snootily, " We aren't in the habit of renting out rooms by the hour here." Her cold blue eyes were firmly fixed on Sheena's rain logged tank top, " Might I suggest the No-Tell Motel down the road."

Beside him, Ron felt Sheena stiffen and reached out to give her hand a gentle squeeze as much to keep her from attacking the woman as to keep himself from doing the same. " I think I'd like to speak to your manager," he stated evenly, a hard edge creeping into his voice, " Now."

There must have been something dangerous that passed through Ron's normally happy-go-lucky brown eyes because it took Rose three attempts to successfully grab the phone behind the counter and she couldn't hide the quaver in her voice as she spoke, " Mr. Jones, could you please come to the concierge desk as soon as possible, there's a gentleman here who'd like to speak to you."

An awkward silence fell over the hotel lobby as the three awaited the arrival of the manager. Finally a portly man wearing a charcoal gray suit and wire rim glasses entered from a door behind the concierge desk. " Good evening," he said warmly, taking in Ron and Sheena on the other side of the desk, " I'm Mr. Jones, the manager on duty tonight, how may I help you?"

" I just wanted you to know that my fiancée and I were out celebrating our engagement this evening when we got caught in the rain," Ron raised Sheena's left hand, letting the two behind the desk get a quick glimpse of her ring before kissing her hand and lowering it again. Thankfully he managed to avoid pressing the "stone" and setting off the LED light. " And we were looking for a room for the evening," he continued, glaring at Rose for a fraction of a second, " however, someone, seems to believe my fiancée is nothing more than a prostitute. So, I'd just like you to know that we're officially crossing your hotel off the list of potential places to get our business on our honeymoon and furthermore, we're going to spread the word to our friends and ask them to do the same. Just thought you'd like to know that." Without another word, he turned and headed back towards the entrance, a speechless Sheena following him in stunned silence.

They were stopped just before they reached the door again by a slightly out of breath Mr. Jones, who'd obviously run from behind the counter to catch up with the couple. " My apologies sir," he said surprisingly sincerely, " I assure you the matter will be properly addressed," he sent a withering glare over his shoulder towards the concierge desk before continuing, " Let us make it up to you. I believe the honeymoon suite is currently unoccupied. Perhaps you'd change your mind after seeing how lovely the view is from there this evening…on the house of course."

Ron turned to regard Sheena thoughtfully, carefully keeping his face neutral. " What do you think sweetie? I mean it's still coming down pretty hard out there, do you want to try and find that….what did she call it? Oh yea, No-Tell Motel. Or would you like to take Mr. Jones up on his very generous offer?"

" Well, it does seem like a very nice hotel from what we've seen so far," Sheena conceded, " Architecturally speaking anyway." She paused, pursing her lips and placing a slender finger against them as if seriously thinking it over before turning to Mr. Jones and favoring him with a brilliant smile, " We'll accept your offer Mr. Jones," She said pleasantly, " I'm sure the vast majority of your staff are wonderful and polite people like yourself."

" Excellent," Mr. Jones said, his relief nearly palpable, " I'll just get the keycard for the honeymoon suite and escort you up there personally. If you'll please follow me." With that, he turned and headed back towards the concierge desk, Ron and Sheena following quietly behind.

Out in the parking lot of the Upperton Marriott, the red corvette slid into a parking space next to Ron's motorcycle, the driver's side door flashing open for an instant as the occupant climbed out, and then slammed shut just as quickly as he headed for the hotel. Senior Senior Junior hadn't been able to believe his own eyes when Shego had left her house in the company of Kim Possible's sidekick. He'd returned to her house himself to try once again to convince her to go out with him only to see that the reason she'd shut the door in his face was that buffoon. His disbelief had only increased when he saw just where the two had spent their evening. How he wondered, stepping through the sliding glass doors of the hotel could she possibly want to be with Possible's little boy toy when he could offer her so much more than the buffoon ever could? His luck had taken a turn for the better, however, when he'd seen the hotel they obviously decided to seek refuge from the storm in. The Upperton Marriott, was one of the few "clean" businesses quietly owned by the Seniors for money laundering purposes, though that didn't mean it didn't have other uses as well, as Shego and the buffoon were about to find out, the hard way. " Ah, hello Rose," He greeted the woman behind the concierge desk, " It's been too long since I've been out here. You're looking lovely as ever." He paused as Rose visibly preened under the praise, " Tell me, have a young blond man and a woman with long dark hair come in tonight?"

Rose's smile immediately vanished, " Unfortunately yes." She looked at him, stricken with the thought that her tone might have offended the owner's son, " Are they friends of yours Mr. Senior Junior?"

" Sort of," he hedged, " could you tell me what room they're staying in this evening?"

Rose snorted delicately, " The honeymoon suite. They claim to be celebrating their engagement and raised enough of a fuss with Mr. Jones when I suggested that they find a hotel that better suited their "situation" that he offered to let them stay for free tonight." She rolled her eyes, " Personally I think they made the whole thing up."

An engagement, eh? Senior Senior Junior thought Well, then they should celebrate in style, shouldn't they?. " Really? I always wondered how long it would take the two of them to realize they were right for each other," he lied, pasting a false smile firmly in place, " Please, send a bottle of the best champagne to their room. But just let them believe it's on the house; a toast to their future happiness."

" You don't want them to know who sent it?" Rose asked surprised.

" No, no," He placed his hand against his chest, mock modestly, " I wouldn't want to spoil their "alone time" by having them come back down to thank me or anything. You know how couples can be." He winked conspiratorially, " But perhaps I'll catch up with them tomorrow. I'll be taking my personal room here tonight" He began heading for a bank of elevators when he suddenly turned around to face the desk once again, " Oh, and when you send the champagne up, please make sure it goes up on one of the "special" carts." With that he turned once more and continued on his way.

Ron had to admit that the honeymoon suite did indeed have an impressive view, even if all he could see at the moment was the torrential downpour outside and a few lights in the distance. Mr. Jones had let them into the room, set the key card on a desk near the door and quickly left after apologizing once again for the rudeness of the concierge. " So," he said with slightly forced casualness, across the room and examining a fireplace set into the wall, " Do you think this actually works or is it just for show?"

"We are on the top floor," came the reply. There was something in Sheena's tone that was just a little bit off, and Ron turned to find her sitting on the queen sized bed and staring at the flashing LED light of her ring thoughtfully, " it's probably gas powered considering there isn't any wood in here."

Ron ceased his examination of the fireplace and pried his shoes off before wading through the almost ankle deep carpet to the bed and sat beside his love, taking her hand in his and giving it a gentle squeeze, " Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, letting the concern he felt fill his voice.

Sheena turned her head just enough to study his face, her emerald eyes tinged with red from unshed tears, " It's silly really," she replied, wiping at her eyes with her free hand and forcing a laugh, " Just there was the little girl in the restaurant and then our cover of being engaged….and of course, this" She held up her left hand for emphasis with a shaky smile, " It's all things that I told myself that I could never have and that I didn't want, and I'm starting to realize just how big a lie that was."

There was only one thing Ron could think to do at that point; he wrapped Sheena in his arms and held her as close as he could, allowing her to take comfort and support from his silent embrace as she dealt with her personal demons. The moment, however was interrupted all too soon by a knock at the door and a call of "Room service!"

" Do you think you could get that Ron?" Sheena asked softly, " I don't want anyone to have to see me when I'm such a mess." She reluctantly freed herself from his embrace and pushed herself off the bed, heading in the direction of the bathroom.

Ron smiled, watching her for a moment, " Sure, though I still think you're beautiful." The comment earned a smile as she disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door. They're probably trying to convince us that this is an acceptable place for a honeymoon he reasoned, rising from the bed and walking to the door I'd probably feel bad about deceiving them if that bitch hadn't damn near called Sheena a whore to her face. He opened the door to find a cart, topped with a bucket containing a bottle of champagne, a vase with a single red rose, and two champagne flutes. " Uh," he rubbed the back of his neck in confusion, " I think you have the wrong room. We didn't order anything."

" It's compliments of the hotel sir," the young room service employee said, brushing a strand of blond hair back behind her ear, " and congratulations on your engagement."

" Thanks," Ron replied, blushing. He hadn't exactly been thinking when he'd come up with that cover, but rather had just run with the first thing that popped into his mind. The funny thing was that the thought didn't bother him that much. " Here," he pulled his wallet from his pocket and handed the young woman a twenty as she wheeled the cart into the room. Sure he was over-tipping, but then he was getting the room and champagne for free, so he figured in the long run it helped balance things, " Keep the change."

" Thank you sir," the young blond replied, her eyes widening in shock, " have a wonderful evening."

Ron grinned, fighting the urge to make some wildly inappropriate comment, and waited until the young woman had left the room before calling " It's safe to come out now Sheena." He was struggling with the cork when he heard the bathroom door open. " How're you feeling?"

" Much better, thanks," She answered, crossing the room and pointing a slender finger at the cork, " Watch out." A thin beam of plasma jetted from her finger and blew the cork free of the bottle. Smiling, she took the bottle from Ron and filled each glass with the amber liquid, " Sorry I kind of broke down there….I guess I'm still getting used to this whole being in love thing." She took a glass and lifted it invitingly.

Lifting the other glass, Ron gently clinked it to hers and smiled, " I understand. It's still pretty new to me too…but, I do love you Sheena, with all of my heart. And if all of this is something you'd like…" he trailed off, blushing a deep crimson and taking a sip from his cup. Amazingly, he managed not to choke.

Sheena, on the other hand, wasn't so lucky. " Was that a marriage proposal? Are you proposing to me?" Her eyes were wide with shock and it was a miracle that she hadn't shattered the champagne flute considering how tightly she was suddenly holding onto the glass.

Ron smiled, " Maybe we could think of it as betrothal? I mean, I don't think either of us is ready for a formal engagement; let's not kid ourselves, there's still some major obstacles that we're going to have to figure out a way around before too long. But, who knows…maybe someday?" He averted his eyes and quickly downed the rest of his champagne, anything to keep her from seeing the hope there.

Sheena smiled softly, " I like that idea Ron. And you're right, we are going to have to get past some major hurdles before we could get to that point…but, just so you aren't too nervous; someday I'm going to say yes." She almost told him about Dr. Drakken's knowing about their relationship, but held back. No need to ruin a wonderful evening. She downed the rest of her drink and captured one of Ron's hands with hers, gently pulling him towards the bed. " Make love to me?" she asked softly.

Ron's eyes widened momentarily at the vulnerability he heard in her voice, " I thought your first plan for the hotel room was a nice warm shower?" He blushed, barely managing to set his glass back onto the cart before being pulled completely out of range.

Sheena smiled knowing she'd win him over anyway, " The shower can wait." With that she pulled Ron to sit on the bed and captured his lips with her own, teasing them with the tip of her tongue until he opened his mouth in a low moan. A moan that was quickly echoed by one of her own as Ron's hands slipped under the back of her shirt, massaging the small of her back and pulling her closer. The warmth from his hands seemed to spread throughout the rest of her body, chasing the remaining chill of the rain away along with any doubts she had about the rightness of their relationship. " Now, isn't this a much better way to get warm than a shower?" She teased, breaking the kiss and smiling.

" If you aren't the one who got their lip split open earlier," Ron replied, laughter dancing in his eyes, " then yes." He stuck out his lower lip in a mock pout to underscore his point.

Sheena fought the urge to laugh, leave it to her Ron to inject silliness into an otherwise serious situation. My Ron She thought happily I like the sound of that. " Poor baby," She purred, " Don't you know that a little pain can be a good thing?" Before Ron could reply, she leaned forward and caught his injured lip with her teeth, biting firmly enough to draw a hiss of pleasure from him, but gently enough not to break the skin again.

" Point taken," Ron replied, his breath hitching when she released his lip. Questioning with his eyes, he dropped his hands down to the bottom of her tank top; when he caught her fractional nod of approval, he drew the damp material away from her skin and over her head and tossed it clear across the room to land in front of the fire place. " We can use it to dry our clothes later," he explained before she could ask. If she had any objections to that, they were quickly pushed from her mind as Ron pushed her gently back onto the bed and knelt between her knees, slowly kissing every inch of her skin as he slowly moved from the top of her pants towards her supple breasts.

A deep growl worked its way from Sheena's throat, equal parts pleasure and frustration as Ron continued his exquisite torturous journey over her skin, leaving no centimeter un-kissed. Damn she swore mentally, feeling her nipples, and certain lower places, tighten almost painfully I've created a monster. She really couldn't complain though, as she felt Ron's mouth finally claim her right nipple, his teeth holding it lightly while his tongue danced over it in short, quick, flicks. " I take back every thing I ever said about you being slow…" she managed to get out breathily, arching up and pressing her breast more fully against his mouth, " you're a quick learner…" Further words were lost in a moan as he moved his mouth to her left nipple and began the process over again.

When Ron felt her hands wind their way into his hair and urge him further up her body, he did the exact opposite, retracing his path down her body with kisses and causing another moan to escape from Sheena's mouth. Reluctantly it seemed, her hands released their grip on his hair and Ron pushed himself away from the bed slightly, his hands deftly unfastening the button on her jeans and beginning to roll the rain soaked denim away from her body. Her hips lifted slightly to allow him to slide the pants the rest of the way down her body and he tossed them almost perfectly next to her shirt in front of the fireplace. Turning his full attention back to his love, his eyes widened in shock as he took in the skimpy black g-string that barely covered her. Well he mused, waiting for his heart rate to slow to a safe level That explains how she got those on in the first place. Not a whole hell of a lot of material to get in the way of the jeans.

" Problem?" Sheena's voice seemed to float to his ears full of dark amusement.

It took two tries before Ron found his voice, " No. No problem. How beautiful you are just always catches me by surprise, no matter how aware of it I am." He glanced up along her body to catch her eyes and smiled, seeing the slight flush in her cheeks at his words.

" Show me," she whispered, laying her head back and closing her eyes in anticipation.

That was all the encouragement Ron needed. Sliding the flimsy undergarment down her slender legs and letting it drop to the floor, he lowered his mouth to her, lightly flicking his tongue over her entrance with short, teasing motions that made her gasp and arch her hips closer to his mouth. Ron's hands found her hips and pressed them gently back to the bed, establishing the fact that he was in control before lowering his mouth to her once more and slowly dragging his tongue over her clitoris.

Sheena's hips strained to buck beneath her lover's hands as she felt an orgasm surge through her body. " Ron…" she gasped, " Ron…" There was no way he could have missed the effect he was having on her, was he just going to keep driving her crazy with that wonderful tongue of his? She had her answer a moment later when she felt his tongue plunge into her fully, and his hands slid from their restraining position on her hips to pull her more firmly against his mouth. "Ron…." She moaned, waves of pleasure crashing over her as his tongue continued its exploration " Ron…please…I need all of you"

Ron smiled and released his hold on her before sliding up onto the bed to lie beside her. " You have all of me Sheena," he whispered brushing a raven lock away from her delicate earlobe, " anytime you want. All you have to do is ask."

For what seemed like the thousandth time, Sheena felt her cheeks burn. He's lucky he's so good in the sack She groused, flipping over and tugging at the bottom of Ron's shirt which he readily let her remove Otherwise there's no way he'd get away with all the teasing and making me blush. As she lowered her mouth to Ron's chest, she was interrupted by that little nagging voice that had taken up residence in her head You know he'd still get away with it. You love him, and you would regardless of his skill in the sack. the voice paused the fact that he's a certifiable sex god is just a bonus, and you know it. Sheena didn't bother to pay any attention to the voice, instead focusing on driving Ron as crazy with need as he'd driven her; her mouth found its way up to the pulse point in Ron's throat and she bit down on it firmly while sliding a hand to rub his length through his jeans, making him moan and press up against her hand.

Ron shuddered, feeling her tongue dance over the sensitive skin on his neck, and then there was of course the divine torture her hand was visiting upon him. He could feel himself straining against the rain soaked material of his jeans and underwear, yearning to have it replaced by her warmth, until he thought he'd break in half. " Sheena…" he groaned, " don't tease….just take me.." His words were drowned out by an almost animalistic growl that tore its way from his throat as she increased the pressure of her mouth on his neck.

Sheena pulled away, smiling like the cat who ate the canary, and stared into her love's flushed face for a moment, as though she were giving the matter deep and serious thought. That'll teach him to tease me she thought wickedly triumphant. " Are you sure," She teased, continuing to rub his member through his pants, adding just a little more pressure, " Really sure?" She was sure that she knew the answer to the question but she was honor bound to torture him just a little more, if for no other reason than to remind him not to tease her so successfully in the future.

" Yes…." The word was little more than a moan, as Ron arched up against her hand once more.

There were no more words as Sheena slid off the bed and unfastened his pants, tugging on them impatiently as she waited for him to lift his hips to help free them. Once his pants landed on the floor in front of the fireplace beside her clothes, his underwear were the next to go, pulled from his body so suddenly that his erect member sprang up and smacked against his abdomen. She had to stifle a giggle as she straddled his waist and slowly lowered herself fully onto him, actually thankful that he'd taken his time to tease her as she as wet enough to take his length without any pain. " You know I love you," She whispered, lowering herself until she was laying on top of him and staring into his warm brown eyes, " Right?"

Miracle of miracles, there was enough blood left in Ron's brain to not only understand the question but to also formulate a responses, though it was a close call. " I know, and I love you too," he answered, bringing a hand up to softly caress her cheek. He pressed his hips up to her, grinding firmly and was rewarded with a deep moan and Sheena's hands digging into his side before he withdrew slightly, only to plunge once more into her warmth.

" Oh…oh ..god.." Sheena panted, pressing back against Ron, determined to keep him buried in her as deeply as possible. She lowered her lips to his, slipping her tongue into his mouth, probing tenderly until his tongue responded. A simple kiss quickly became a battle for dominance between the tongues, and their hips responded the tension, picking up the pace.

" Sheena…" Ron gasped, breaking away from the kiss and deftly rolling them over so that he was on top and gazing down into her beautiful green eyes. " I…I'm..going to…"

" Please…" She replied, feeling herself tighten around him almost painfully in anticipation. Once more she leaned up and captured his injured lower lip between her teeth with a low growl. It was apparently more than Ron could handle and Sheena was dimly aware of his crying out her name as he spilled himself inside of her, triggering an orgasm of her own that left her seeing spots of light dancing before her eyes and struggling just to catch her breath.

" You were right," Ron smiled, pulling himself from within his love and laying beside her, sliding his arms around her slender form and resting his head against her shoulder, " That was a much nicer way to get warm than a shower."

Sheena chuckled, " I'm always right," she replied, lifting one of his hands from her stomach and kissing it lightly before setting it back down and snuggling into Ron's warmth. " And don't you forget it."

" Yes ma'am," Ron answered, his breath sending shivers through Sheena's body, " We should probably hit that shower and get cleaned up, huh?"

" In a minute," Sheena replied sleepily, " can we just stay like this for a little bit first?" The tentative question was answered by a contented sigh from behind her as Ron snuggled closer to her body. Sheena smiled to herself, as her eyes drifted shut, they'd shower later, but for now it just felt so wonderful to be wrapped up in the arms of her love that she didn't want to lose that feeling.

Unfortunately for the couple on the bed, they had been so wrapped up in each other that neither had noticed a small recording device extend from the bucket containing the champagne bottle. A recording device that had captured everything that had transpired between the two of them and was now retracting into the body of the champagne bucket and powering down.