A little M-lite. –N

Was that chlorophyll running down his back? Shego ran a finger down Drakken's spine as he made to pull his shirt on for work, tracing the green lines that had only recently appeared and making him shutter. "Shego, that tickles!"

"Sorry," she said, but she was smirking. "You know your plants are showing through your skin?"

He sighed and tugged the shirt over his head. "Yes. I know."

The sour note in his voice made her frown. "Why is that a bad thing?"

"I didn't say it was." He turned around to face her.

She took both of his hands in hers. "Dr. D."

"Alright, fine. I don't like it. I just … it's something I have to get used to."

Shego stood on her toes and pressed a kiss to his lips. "I can't tell you how to feel about it. But I kind of like it."

"You … like it?"

"Mmhmm. You saved the world with these flowers. And their part of you, and I love every part of you." She grinned shyly then and said, "And it doesn't hurt that you're a little green now, too."

He laughed. "Mmm. I do like the color green," he admitted.

"So maybe, after work, we could study those plants a little more? See how far down they go?" Her hands drifted onto the seat of his pants, and she squeezed.

"Oh yes," Drakken said, his lips now dangerously close to Shego's. "I think I could do that."