For GothicThundra, who just requested, "All the kisses." So I picked a fluffy one. Hope you like it. –N

For most of Christmas day, Shego and Drakken had been separately interrogated by various members of his family. What was married life like? How was the honeymoon? Were there kids in their future? "We all thought Drew would never get married," Drakken's cousin Isabelle told Shego.

At last, Shego managed to sneak away to where Drakken was being told, "You gotta hold on to that one, seriously," by one Motor Ed.

"Can I see you for a second?" Shego asked, already pulling Drakken by the hand. He followed her to the fireplace, away from the crowd. "Are you ok?"

"Just missed you," Shego said, tugging at the ends of his sweater. Mama Lipsky had knitted it the year prior, an itchy orange-brown pullover with a poorly-stitched dog in a Santa hat on the front.

Drakken's eyes lit up. "Really?"

"Yes, really," Shego said with a grin. They were married, had now been together for years, but Shego would never get over the love in Drakken's eyes when he looked at her, the happiness that came over his features when she walked in a room.

"In that case," Drakken snatched a piece of mistletoe from the mantle and held it over their heads.

Shego rolled her eyes. "You're such a dork," she said, but she was already going in for a kiss, pulling him gently by the collar of his sweater. Drakken grabbed Shego by the waist and pulled her in closer, deepening the kiss until they heard a, "Woo! Go Drew!" They both pulled away and glared at Eddie, who only winked at Drakken. Without another word, Drakken took Shego by the hand and pulled her into the foyer, where they could make out in peace.