If We Go Down Then We Go Down Together
The heat fogged in a wave between the four walls. Each of them at opposite sides of the room, looking for any weakness or obstruction in the empty, metallic room they were thrown in… their tops thrown as far away as they could toss them. Shego's claws, burning green, couldn't leave a single dent in the metal, but it didn't stop her from trying over and over again. Drakken delicately fingered the wall like a paleontologist, hoping to find a crack or secret panel or some slight relief of the boiling pressure.
After the hours they spent of them overworking and sweating themselves out of their coats and suit tops, they both turned around and shouted out in frustration. Shego had tied her hair up in a tight bun off her neck and still wore her pants, but in her black sports bra the sweat still glossed her skin. Her bangs and loose hair were splayed on her face like moistened veins. Drakken's hair was slick with his sweat, too, but his looked more like an ink blotch bleeding down his head. He still wore his pants, as well, but his chest was bare and gleamed. As their mutual frustrations turned to melancholy… they both glanced at each other in defeat.
They had no clue who put them in this room or where they were, but… when they found out… the two of them would be on America's Most Wanted for murder. If… IF they got out.
Shego was dizzy from the intense sauna and claw workout she gave herself. Her legs wobbled and she collapsed. Dr. Drakken followed her, but more controlled. The whole room was made of metal, including the current threat of a burn on her clothed butt from the metal floor. As she sat and looked over at her boss, she had a really bad thought… they could die here.
She banged her head on the metal behind her and tried to gasp for air. They hadn't said a word to one another since they woke up from lack of air. The humidity was so dry, it hurt to breathe, but even worse not to. She wiped the stinging sweat in her eyes and felt despair hit her. She stomped her feet and started yelling, "IS THIS ALL YOU GOT!? YOU JUST GONNA SWEAT US TO DEATH? AT LEAST BRAG ABOUT IT OR EXPLAIN WHY YOU'RE DOING THIS, YOU AMATEURS!"
Drakken grunted in pain as he peeled his back off the hot metal wall and a loud bang rang out in the entire cube room… it made them both jump away from where they sat. The yellowish tint the room had been, suddenly shifted to a low blue color and the room began to shift temperature. It was fast and it was merciless. The cold made the metal under them crack and click loudly. Shego shuffled away from the wall as she felt the metal bow a bit and Drakken's back collided with hers as he did the same thing.
The heat from their skins smoked from their pores as heat turned to freezing. It was like daggers were shoved into every part of their bodies and both screamed in pain. Drakken, who was used to tortuous pain, moved and grabbed his coat from the corner he tossed it in, and returned to the center and covered his arms. It did little to nothing for the cold. He pushed his back against Shego's and she pushed back, harder. The warmth between them wasn't enough.
Shego lit her hands and rubbed them together until the green was all but black. The hottest flame she could get. Hot weather never really bothered her… but cold… that was her weakness. The black flames smoldered like a lighter running out of fluid. As she growled from her weakness… her hands began to shiver along with her body. She groaned and pushed back on her boss, curling and shutting her eyes tight. A flapping sound cut into her suffering and a blue lab coat flopped into her lap as his shivering voice spoke from behind her, "Put it on… set it on fire… but try to keep warm."
She looked down at the coat and gripped it while moaning out, "Wh-What about you?"
He spoke with an anger that she knew was not directed at her, "J-Just do it, woman!"
She could see her breath, now, as she puffed out her fake laugh, "You d-don't get points for b-being a gentleman b-before you die." She balled up his coat and turned to throw it at the back of his head, "P-Put your own coat on."
He snatched his coat off his head as he turned with anger, "I-If any of us is g-gonna survive… we both k-know it's gonna b-be YOU. Put t-the damn coat on." He tossed it back into her face and her anger flared.
"WE'RE BOTH GONNA LIVE JUST SO I CAN FUCKING KILL YOU AND WHOEVER PUT US IN HERE! SO… PUT YOUR COAT ON BEFORE I PUT IT ON YOU AND SET IT ON FIRE!" she panted out smoke as she sloppily threw the coat back. As she stared daggers at him, he glared back without a single ounce of fear he normally showed when she yelled. It actually pissed her off a little more, but when he huffed out a fog and swept her into his lap while covering her with his coat… she felt the anger fizzle.
His skin was so smooth and warm… his hands were strong and protective… his breath was soft and seductive… it put her into a momentary stasis as he whispered, "You know… not everything I do is meant to degrade you. Good Lord, woman… you are too bull headed. Why can't you just take my kind gesture and… shut up? Why can't I be the one who protects YOU this time?"
With wide eyes, she shifts to look at him. As they look at each other, the mists of their exhalations collide and swirl around in a fading waltz. She saw raw emotion… something she wasn't used to seeing on any man having for her. It brought her temperature up at just his gaze alone. Her uncovered hand cupped his cheek and she could feel the blue skin fill with warmth. Her eyes cut to his lips and back to his eyes. She shifted in his lap and wrapped her arms around his head, but he was already meeting her half way.
The kiss made them both shiver, but not from the cold. It melted away all prior thoughts in a bonfire of skin and moans. His hands seared pleasure into her bare flesh as her own gripped under his jaws keeping him in place as she straddled his hips. Near death adrenaline sending them into a cacophony of unbridled passion. If it wasn't for the reverberating quake of the metal floor, the two would've drowned within one another.
They both broke the kiss to look in the same direction where a new sound distracted them… they both blinked at one of the walls being wide open and showing a path into a jungle as the moonlight shone brightly. Shego licked at the taste of her boss and looked at him. He slowly turned his head back, meeting her eyes and swallowing. She smiled as he blushed a little and she pushed off him while singing out, "To be continued…" She threw his coat at him, one more time, as she marched to get her own top and growled loudly, "Now… let's go and find the assholes who put us in here."
He stood with a frown and slipped his coat on, "They'll wish they never met us."