Happy birthday bcbdrums! I did the thing (sort of). It's ... a little M rated, maybe, but nothing too explicit. –N
Never in Shego's life did she imagine she'd be having sex dreams about her boss. She jerked awake in a sweat, her heart pounding against her ribcage.
It was that stupid shampoo commercial. Not the actual commercial, per se. It was pretty awful. But Shego had been the one to film it and, well, she was always surprised at how toned Drakken was under his lab coat …
Ugh! Get it together, Shego. She shook her head and slipped out from under her blankets, venturing into the kitchen for water. But she didn't get beyond the entryway.
Drakken stood at the fridge, in long pants, sure, but wearing nothing on top. Shego wasn't sure how long she stood there, but she was still hovering when Drakken turned and saw her.
"Oh, Shego! What are you doing up?"
Shego didn't answer. Instead, she turned and fled back to her room, cursing and leaving a very confused Drakken in her wake.