A/N: A Shorter one for some fluff fun.

Break Time

Shego crossed her arms and leaned against the large monitor in the lab as Drakken talked to the henchmen. It was a surreal feeling to see familiar faces in this setting. She'd become so used to it just being she and Drakken around the lair she'd almost worn casual clothes to the lab. She was glad she had remembered they were starting that day, which meant Drakken had been giving them a tour all morning while she signed for the shipment of what he needed for his stalled projects.

Drakken's speech began about rules, regulations, and standards...and he was grinning in a very mad scientist level of joy only he could pull off.

She blinked and shook her head slightly at registering how normal this seemed...as if the last few months were some illusion and they were about to plan on taking over the world. She was certain she would be processing it easier if not for the speech. In the past she'd managed to tune out most speeches Drakken gave about these generic topics, to just his familiar rumbling voice.

It suddenly wasn't as easy.

She chalked it up to the lack of speeches she'd been hearing over the last few months. There was also the fact she had been paying closer attention when he spoke to her. Whether consciously or subconsciously she didn't know, but it was making her regret it now. She wondered if she could sneak away or focus on not listening, but the speech was wrapping up quicker than normal. She looked up to see him glancing at her and she felt her face go slightly warm as she stood up straighter. He skipped over at least three minutes' worth of words she was sure, and she noticed his arms had unfolded from behind his back and he looked...less intimidating than when he had started out.

"You've all heard it before, are there any questions?" sighed Drakken.

Shego moved closer to him as he spoke, if nothing more than to show she was listening. She watched Davis's hand shoot up.

"Yes? Davis?" asked Drakken.

"So, are we really going legitimate now?" asked Davis. There were a few nods to the question.

Drakken sighed and Shego wondered if she'd missed his clarification already.

"Yes. We are officially legitimate," Drakken responded.

"My mother's going to be so proud," whispered one of the henchmen. There was chatter among them.

"Yes, yes. All the mothers with all the pride," Drakken said dismissively, returning focus to where he'd been headed. "This does mean we have to have a contract meeting as there are a series of new guidelines to follow. Now, we have gone over the tour, tasks at hand, duties applicable to each of you...which is not anything different than what you are used to."

"Hey Boss, what about the top level of this place?" asked Lucius.

"That level is strictly off limits unless a deadly emergency happens," stated Drakken.

Shego nudged him, which earned her a raised brow.

"Cleaning," she whispered. Drakken nodded.

"Ah, yes. Save for cleaning... Hector," called Drakken. Several of the henchmen shifted so Hector was seen. "You alone are in charge of cleaning the upper levels."

"Me?" asked Hector. He looked at the other maintenance henchmen. "Alone?"

"Yes," Drakken sighed. "I think you can handle it."

"Don't annoy the plants," Shego added, reminding herself to have she or Drakken address the attack foliage.

"The plants have free reign of the upper floors and are completely self-reliant—" Drakken's speech was cut off.

"You're welcome," smirked Shego. Drakken narrowed his eyes at her before grumbling and turning back to the henchmen.

"Don't annoy Shego's minions," finished Drakken. Shego fought a smile at the sentence. "Any questions will have to wait until later. Shego and I will be out this afternoon."

"Something big and important?" asked Mitchell. The henchmen looked at them curiously.

"My hunger," said Drakken. "Ah, that reminds me. Davis!... Shego— Thank you."

Shego handed him the folder from behind him, allowing him to continue.

"Here are your expenses for stocking the food supplies for both the upper floor and the staff kitchen. I will leave you to sort that out, but when you return have Hector bring up the requested list." Drakken handed the folder to Davis. Shego saw Hector's confusion and Davis nodded. "On that note, since the kitchen has not been stocked as of yet, today and today only... Lunch will be out of lair and used with the expenses."

"There's a map in the folder," Shego added. "Try not to get lost in Greece, we won't come find you."

Drakken nodded at Shego's words.

"You are dismissed," Drakken finished. "You may use the day to familiarize yourself with the lair and settle in. Have a good lunch."

Shego uncrossed her arms and turned to head to the stairs first, the henchmen now conversing with each other and looking at the other folders they'd been given earlier. She turned to look at Drakken who was still at his workstation, talking to a few of their hired hands. Shego rolled her eyes as he gave her a dismissive wave to convey he would be up shortly.

"Pfft, yeah right," Shego muttered as she entered the elevator.

The light summer breeze came off the patio where Shego had left the sliding door open after finishing her lunch. She flipped the magazine page as she curled up on the couch, already having kicked off her boots completely, but not bothering to change as she was certain Drakken was going to be adamant about working hours again...if only to keep the henchmen focused. She heard one of the patio chairs begin to slide across the ground outside and the light obstruction across her magazine made her sigh.

"You'd better not be trying to take up roots where you're not supposed to," she called casually. She saw the silhouettes blocking out the light quickly vanish. "Put the chair back."

She smirked as she heard the chair slide back to the outdoor table.

That's what I thought.

She knew Drakken was still peeved about how much control she had over his plant creations, but his comment in front of the henchmen had pushed that concern aside. Even if he was still annoyed or jealous, he had accepted it. She couldn't figure out why such a simple thing made her feel...content. She flipped the page of her magazine, barely focusing on the Who Wore it Best article. The sound of the elevator doors made her eyes drift to the robot clock on the wall. Drakken had been down there for nearly half an hour chatting with the henchmen. She rolled her eyes as she heard him rifling in the kitchen for the food she'd put in the refrigerator.

She listened to the lack of faucet and flipped the page.

"Drakken—"

"I'm getting the water!" was his hastened response. She snickered.

She had meant to inquire what had taken him so long, but the reaction had made the thought leave her mind completely. She could hear him grumbling as he ate his sandwich, and she raised a brow at the fact he'd yet to join her in their living space. She was halfway through the article she was vaguely reading when he finally did. He leaned over the back of the couch over her shoulder.

"It will be nice to eat things other than sandwiches and stale bagels," he mused.

"Nothing was stopping us from going to get groceries." Shego flipped another page.

"We were going to go yesterday but someone declared they're never leaving the lair again," said Drakken as he stood up.

"Yeah well, that was sleep deprivation and mild trauma talking," she smirked. "I'm over it. We should go out for dinner tonight."

Drakken had moved towards the other end of the couch as he paused.

"I was planning on working on the ring again," he responded. Shego looked over at him. "Now that the supplies are in and Davis will be bringing food..."

He trailed off and he stepped away from the couch as if he was suddenly unsure of joining her. Shego's brow furrowed at this and at his words. What she had been hoping for was perhaps a date evening since their last one felt like months ago... Her brow knitted at the realization it had been a month. Despite the overwhelming urge to be angry and selfish, she sighed and flipped the page instead.

"Sure," she said.

She watched Drakken stiffen out of the corner of her eye and fought a devious grin. She flipped another page slightly more aggressively than the last.

"Ohm...but I will make you dinner," Drakken sputtered. Shego bit her lip to stop her expression.

"Okay." She dog-eared a page she didn't even look at. She saw Drakken's hands move frantically.

"And this weekend, why don't we go out to a nice dinner...anywhere you choose." He sounded panicked now.

"Mmhmm." She wanted to laugh at his overreaction.

"Shego," he whined.

She snorted.

"What?" She looked at him. His expression was somewhere between annoyance and mild panic.

"Shego. I need to work, so being mad at me for doing so—"

She cut him off with a head shake.

"I never said I was mad." She flipped a page again as she resumed her reading.

"You're not?" he asked hesitantly. She saw him get closer to the couch.

"Not really... Slightly annoyed... But I expect this weekend will make up for it." She gave him a smug smile and went back to her magazine.

"Why do you get such joy out of making me flustered?" Drakken huffed.

"You're cute when you're flustered," she teased. She watched him blush slightly at her words, only adding to her amusement. "And I like to see how far you'll go to appease me for no reason."

He rolled his eyes and Shego snickered and leaned on her arm against the couch and stared at a particular garish outfit on the page.

"Now when you rush back to the lab in a..." Shego trailed off as Drakken's face came into view.

Drakken had finally sat on the couch, which she hadn't noticed at first, but she did now only because he'd placed his head slightly on her lap. His hands fidgeted in his own lap and he was looking towards the blank television with his shoulders slightly tensed. Shego blinked at this, the realization that his expression was that of a person attempting not to get caught while doing something against the rules. His eyes glanced up at her and then swiftly away, his fingers now tented together and then folding and unfolding.

Shego felt her face grow warm as she had to stop herself from snorting with genuine laughter at his juvenile antics, as if he was a teenager being flirty with a crush versus the grown man who had once been attempting to hostilely take over the world. Shego put her magazine on the end table and went to move to make them both more comfortable. He sprang up as if he'd been blasted. It was the same facial reaction to when Flower had pulled her into his lap.

"I should be—" he began. It stopped as her hands grabbed his shoulders so he couldn't fully leave the couch.

"Relaxing," she sighed as she shifted on the couch before pulling him back down. "Geesh, can you not act like we aren't in a relationship and just calm down?"

She felt his shoulders untense as she put her legs on either side of him and pulled him back so his head rested slightly below her chin. He was still slightly stiff as if he was hesitant to lean fully back. She rolled her eyes and was about to chastise him for it when she remembered a foggy memory and smirked instead. Her fingers began kneading gently around his neck. His body went rigid at her touch before she felt him finally let his full weight rest on her. Her slight massage slowed to fiddling with the clasp of his jacket.

"I thought you said you were going to wear the black one more," she said, her voice slightly teasing.

"I don't see a green dress," he said in slight amusement.

"Well maybe if we were going out to dinner tonight," replied Shego, unhooking the jacket clasp to resume her mild massage.

His hands stopped her and she sighed, expecting some sort of response about the lab or to remind her of going out this weekend instead—something to ruin the calm relaxing moment they were having regardless. He sat up and turned to look at her, his hands still holding onto hers. Her scrunched up expression softened at the questioning look he was giving her. She was just about to ask what the problem was when he moved closer to her, his mouth silencing any questions she was going to ask.

She took a deep inhale through her nose as she yanked her hands from his to slide around his neck. There wasn't a single hesitation as he took the lead in their spontaneous kissing session. She briefly wondered if her tinkering with his coat had sent the wrong signals...which she shooed away from her thoughts as she was getting much more welcoming signals then previously. The act of him deepening the kiss emboldened her as she slid her hand down the back of his now-loosened lab coat to knead at the muscles on his back. Her other hand clenched into the front to prevent him from overthinking and ending the session.

His kissing was just drifting to her neck when there was a loud crash outside the patio door. They both shot up to see Hector with too many bags of groceries in his arms, swatting at plants as they attempted to either help or attack him.

"Hector!" yelled Drakken.

Shego watched the henchman drop the bags and hit the window with his face before fleeing from the flowers and covering his eyes.

A few seconds passed in silence, and Shego sighed and sat up, the flowers picking up the spilled items and placing them back in the bags, signifying Drakken's mental focus had drifted. She opened her mouth to ask if he was going to deal with Hector and the henchmen when he again stopped her question with a kiss. She raised a brow and pulled away.

"Aren't you going to run off to the lab?" she asked. Drakken's shoulders fell slightly and his brow furrowed.

"I was rather enjoying the current activity," he stated. He began to pull away. "You're right, I should go threaten Hector not to spread gossip among the workers... I don't know why you wanted him to be the one to clean the upper floors out of all of them."

"Honestly, I just forgot the names of the rest of the maintenance henchmen," shrugged Shego. Her grip tightened around Drakken as he went to pull away. "Unless..."

Shego waited for him to get her suggestion on finishing their small make-out session before he ran off. It took him much longer for that to click than she wished it would, but the devious grin on his face was a good answer nonetheless. She snorted as he resumed kissing her neck rather than saying anything.

She wasn't about to complain, that was for sure.

All right, looks like the henchmen are back... Poor dudes have no idea the chaos about to unfold.