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In "A Very Possible Christmas" we learn that Shego has her own single-seat hover-car painted in her colors, with little blue accent lights… It now has a purpose.

Hot Flight

The blinding snow hitting her face was beginning to bring Shego back to reality. The Christmas party with the Possibles in the trash pod had been like a fever dream, except none she'd ever actually had. If she'd not been so relieved at finding Drakken alive, she probably wouldn't have sat through it. That polar bear she'd encountered hadn't given her much hope about the environment...

"Sh-Shego," Drakken said, his teeth chattering. She glanced over her shoulder to where he was hunched and shuffling through the thick drifts behind her.

"If you just walked in my steps you'd have an easier time," she said, though the words lacked her usual bite. She'd had time to dress for the weather. He hadn't. "It's just over here."

She had already donned her goggles and helmet to see through the snow, and the personalized, single-seat hover-car that Drakken had given her for Christmas was parked just behind one more snow drift.

It wasn't until arriving at the car that she realized a small problem. The car was most definitely a single-seater. She was about to climb in and then make a snarky comment about Drakken watching where he put his cold backside, but then realized she wouldn't be able to see if he was in her lap. She grimaced.

"Get in," she said.

"Wh-What?" Drakken asked, his eyes narrowing as his teeth visibly chattered.

"I've gotta see to drive, and unless you want to ride on the rope ladder...there's only one seat. So get in."

Drakken blinked in a mixture of confusion and anxiety, but obliged. Shego wasn't sure why her heart was suddenly pounding as she climbed in after him, pausing to brush the snow off the front of his lab coat so she wouldn't be leaning against so much moisture. This action caused a rush of blood to her cheeks that further confused her, but she frowned and shrugged it off.

When she sat down she felt Drakken tense, unfolding his arms and setting them on the sides of the hover-car as she shifted to find the most comfortable position. Between his legs didn't work, because then her knees were too far forward and hitting the steering column, so she had to be on his lap. She mentally tried to shake off the irrational racing of her heart again as she started the engine and took off.

It was easier to forget the position they were in with the snow hitting her face, until she felt a barely perceptible tremble of Drakken's legs a little over five minutes into the flight. She started to glance back to ask how he was when she realized his hands were hovering up by her shoulders and shaking violently. She shifted to get a better look at him and saw his face was much bluer than normal and his whole frame was shivering from the cold, but his hands still hovered in the open air.

Something in her softened, and she felt a rush of warmth as she realized he could be doing many things with his arms to try to warm up, but out of respect for her he wasn't. She sighed.

"Dr. D. Hold on to me," she called over the wind.

His eyes opened to slits. "What?"

"Hold on to me. It'll help you warm up."

"B-But... Sh-Shego..."

"It's okay," she insisted.

A few moments later she felt his arms circle her waist, and trembling hands dug into her flesh.

"It's okay," she said again, her focus back on flying. "You've gotta warm up."

She was worried by how much he was shivering that he may be developing hypothermia. Despite his cheer at the party, she knew he had been out in the cold for hours before her arrival... And it had been a long walk back to the hover-car. She needed to get him back to a warm climate. Perhaps since the plan had been a bust, she should invite him to her resort...

After another few seconds she was surprised by Drakken's face laying on her shoulder. She glanced down to see his eyes tightly closed and his face appearing almost in pain, but his breath was hot on her face.

Her heart raced again, and as the minutes passed and his shaking grew less violent she became aware that his hands were kneading her waist. She had a flash of panic before realizing…she enjoyed the feeling. And the heat of his breath on her face was welcome.

She swallowed anxiously as his hands surprisingly began to wander, one lower on her hip and one higher on her side, both in positions wholly unnecessary for holding on during a ride or just warming up. Her instinct was to shout at him... But she was bewildered as to why he would do it at all. Unless he was so clueless as to not know how to not touch someone.

His touches were gentle, and she bit her lip as she let him continue, her heart pounding all the harder. She found herself putting the hover-car on auto-pilot as she was too distracted to drive, all of her attention going onto how...wonderful Drakken's hands felt, and her confusion over why he was doing it.

If he was choosing then of all times to make a move on her after two years of platonic partnership, she had to wonder why... But she also found it a relief after his shivering, that he was apparently not freezing to death if he had the presence of mind to try to take advantage of her. But with the temperature almost twenty degrees below zero, freezing to death was an actual concern.

Her fears of him actually dying and her confusion over his actions were suddenly all halted as his hand slid up to her breast. She gasped a split second before he did, and his hands left her and gripped the sides of the hover-car, his head leaving her shoulder and leaning back. Shego blinked forward into the driving snow, wondering what had just happened. Drakken wasn't saying anything...but he seemed to have finally realized he'd crossed a line. Though why it took that long to realize, she didn't know.

She swallowed the lump in her throat, wondering if she should just put it off until they reached a warmer climate and then she could confront him, but there was suddenly a pressure beneath her thighs where she sat on his lap. Her face flushed and her heart raced faster. She shifted to look at him.

"Drakken–"

"I'm sorry!"

Shego's mind raced. She wanted to make a joke, or toss an insult at him; something that was safe and would defuse the situation. But they were trapped in the single-seat hover-car, and she in his lap with…with…

"Why are you...?" was all she managed.

Drakken was blinking, his face flushed and his teeth chattering again as he was trying to lean away from her. But she was still trapped on his lap, and there was no escaping the obvious reaction he was having. He looked terrified.

"I, I... I was... It's cold and I..."

His words were quick and anxious, and Shego grimaced even as she felt the pressure beneath her legs increase.

"Spit it out, Drakken!"

"Nngh, it's so cold I was falling asleep and dreaming and I forgot we were actually here!"

The words came out in a frustrated rush, his breath hot on her face for that moment before his teeth began loudly chattering again.

Shego set the hover-car to idle, the snow turning into a soft fall as the vehicle slowed to a stop. She peered at his anxious, angry face and shivering form.

"So...how long have you...?"

Drakken's face fell, and soft, unintelligible mutterings began.

"Dr. D.?"

He didn't look up as he raised his voice.

"Thank you for not killing me, but can we please just go? And forget this ever happened."

Shego couldn't help the smirk that curled up one side of her mouth.

"Kinda hard to forget when I've got your–"

"Shego!"

His eyes were embarrassed, frustrated, and almost hurt as he chastised her, and then his face fell again. She watched him shiver violently for several seconds, his fingers still gripping the sides of the hover-car.

She wondered at her unanswered question and thought back to her vacation which he'd paid for, and every other 'nice' thing he had done for her in the past, trying to pinpoint a time when his feelings might have changed. And he'd admitted blatantly, he'd just been daydreaming about the two of them... But what shocked her most about all of it was...that she didn't mind. In fact, she was missing the touch of his hands…

"So...why didn't you kiss me under the parsley?"

Drakken's eyes narrowed on hers. "What?"

"Parsley. At the party. Calling it mistletoe doesn't change that it was just a piece of garbage."

Drakken blinked at her again, his eyes widening as his confusion grew. She almost hear his thoughts as he tried to determine the motive for her questioning. Shego's heart pounded as she un-clipped the helmet from beneath her chin and pulled it off, followed the the goggles. The icy air stung her face, and her worry for his shivering grew even more.

"Thanks for paying for my vacation, by the way. And for this hover-car."

Drakken straightened up a little, shock entering his eyes amid the other emotions. Shego's heart pounded hard in her chest as she pushed her hair out of her eyes where the wind had blown it, wondering at her own motives.

"Looks like...its uses are more diverse than intended," she said.

Drakken blinked again, a question now in his eyes.

"Your hands aren't going to warm up if you leave them there," she said.

Drakken continued blinking, and Shego rolled her eyes. She felt like her heart would escape her chest as she shifted further and then closed the small distance between them, placing her lips against his cold ones. He didn't respond at first and she wondered if she was making the biggest mistake of her life. But then she was shocked suddenly as at the same time his hands gripped her flesh again, his tongue sought purchase between her lips.

She hummed in surprise and delight as his mouth skillfully sought to bring her pleasure. One of his arms was wrapped around her back and his shaking fingers gripped her shoulder, while his other fingers kneaded her hip, albeit weakly for being so cold.

Shego broke away from the kiss abruptly to begin undoing her coat. Drakken's teeth chattered as he looked at her.

"Sh-Shego, you...y-you...?"

"This seat is perfect, actually..." she said, feeling a bit of confidence return as she smirked. "Don't tell me you designed it with this in mind?"

Drakken's face colored despite the cold, and then she felt a rush of heat as his expression suddenly became positively devious.

"Yes," he growled.

Shego had but a moment to move her hands as Drakken's shaking ones replaced them. His lips collided with hers and she shifted around until she was straddling his lap. When her coat was loosened she dragged it down over her arms while he shakily pulled down the zipper of her suit. His lips left hers so he could watch what he was doing, but she continued to kiss his icy face, concern mixing with her lust as she realized how cold he was.

"Take your gloves off. My skin is always warm," she said against his lips. His hands shook as he made the attempt and failed, so she helped him, the black leather pieces falling to the floor along with her coat. She stretched her arm back to un-hook her bra and then smirked up at Drakken. He looked between her face and chest and her smirk grew. Her heart pounded as his eyes seemed to ask permission, and she chuckled and lifted her chest toward him slightly.

She shuddered as ice-cold fingers slipped beneath the cups of her bra and began massaging her soft breasts. She rested her arms on his shoulders and pushed her fingers into his icy, snow-covered hair, relishing in the sensations. It hurt from the cold, and she shuddered... But he knew exactly what he was doing with his hands and nimble fingers she'd seen work meticulously on complex machinery. His lips touched her face and she barely felt them for how cold they were.

"Shego, y-you... Th-This..." he stuttered for the cold.

"We need to get you warmed up, Doc..." she said against his face. She tilted her head back to peer at him with a smirk. "So what were you daydreaming?"

Drakken's face flushed and he looked a mixture of embarrassed and devious.

"I want to see what's next," Shego breathed as his cold thumbs ghosted over her nipples. "Tell me what you were thinking."

The nerves began to fade from Drakken's face, and his devious grin grew, revealing his chattering teeth.

"I had a-asked you if you were w-warm e-enough... A-And..."

"And then I would say no. And, why don't you put those skilled hands of yours to use to remedy that?" Shego added so he didn't have to speak so much.

Drakken nodded. "And I-I...was going to ask...if you've tried out the heated seat with massage feature yet?"

Shego blinked. Heated seat? And he hadn't said anything despite the cold? She reasoned briefly he was probably distracted by her sitting in his lap... In fact, the very firm bulge beneath his coat she'd begun gently rocking her hips against would seem to confirm that.

"Where do I turn it on?" she asked.

Drakken nodded over her shoulder, and she turned to look at the dash. She quickly found the control and set it to the highest level, and then...she realized the best heat was going to require the least amount of clothing.

She carefully stood astride him, to his dismay shown through a small cry and his concerned face.

"In your fantasy... I would have told you you're wearing too much, but in this weather I think the coat should stay on," she said as she un-clipped her belt. "But...gonna have to open it up at least."

Drakken's face colored at her very purposeful smirk down toward the concealed bulge, but his shaking hands began un-clipping his own belt.

"Sh-Shego, I d-didn't think y-you–"

"Gotta make sure your gift to me is used for its intended purpose," she said as she slid out of her pants, her skin reacting instantly to the chill of the air. She wanted to chuckle at the way Drakken's eyes widened. First it had been just the hint of her breasts, still mostly concealed by her bra that was trapped by the straps under her sleeves. But now...it was her fully nude lower half.

"I'm getting cold here, Doc," she said, fully removing the clothing.

He scrambled then to get his coat open and fumbled with his belt, his cold fingers slowing the process. Shego reached to help him and then paused, considering...

Instead she ignited her hands, startling him a moment as he looked up in fright. But she had schooled her face to calm, even tenderness to assure him all was well. His sudden heaving breaths slowed as he managed to get his belt open and shivering, undid the button and slid his zipper down.

Shego moved her hands nearer as he hesitated, looking up at her uncertainly. But she was resolute. "I've always wondered if this was a good cure for hypothermia."

"I-I don't have...hypothermia."

"You won't when I'm finished," she answered with a smirk.

Drakken's shy smile followed and he pulled his boxers down just enough, hissing slightly at the chill against the sensitive skin that had been revealed. Shego blinked, startled at the sight before her, and then mentally rolled her eyes at herself. She shouldn't have been surprised at his size, since she felt it through the heavy coat.

She shifted closer to him, preparing to sit down, but his shaking fingers suddenly gripped her hips and stopped her. She looked at him in surprise, but his devious look returned and he licked his lips slowly.

A soft 'oh' escaped her lips as her eyes widened, and she felt a fresh flush of excitement race across her senses just at the look. She took another step forward as he tugged gently on her hips, and let his chilled mouth meet her hot arousal. It was her turn to be nervous, as suddenly...there was no turning back. Not that there was before, but now... She brought a glowing hand down near his face, and moved her other near one of his hands to help warm him as he began suckling, his tongue a warm contrast to his icy lips.

Both of his hands moved then to firmly grip and knead her rear, pressing her closer into his face. He looked up at her, and the honest question in his eyes took her breath away. He wanted to know if he was pleasing her. She moved both hands back to gently hover next to his, and by the light in his eyes she knew it was a help. His eyes closed and she focused on the sensations he was stirring in her, his tongue moving in slow swirls, then gentle flicks, and slow presses. After only a few minutes she found her own legs shaking, and not from the cold.

"Drakken..." she breathed, setting her hand on his wrist.

His eyes opened again in question, and she grinned as she began to sit down. He smiled at her as her eyes met his, her grin now devious. She didn't want to scare him so let her glow go out as she reached beneath, her hand finding the soft skin that was slightly chilled on the surface but with heat very near. She guided the swollen tip to her entrance and as Drakken gasped, she let go to let her body do the rest of the work.

They never broke eye contact as she sank down, his hands gripping her rear more tightly as the new sensation was brought to him. She sucked in a breath at the feeling as she settled down, rocking her hips slightly. Her knees touched the back of the seat next to his hips, and she could feel already that the heated seat was working, as well as the massage feature.

"Shego..." he whispered, one cold hand sliding up beneath the back of her top. She lit one hand again and set it over his cold one at her rear while her other arm looped around his neck. His eyes were awed, questioning, and filled with a hesitant joy.

She grinned and set her forehead against his as she began gently rolling her hips back and forth.

"This is a great gift, Dr. D." she chuckled. He gave a breathless, stutter-broken laugh, his breath coming out in a puff of steam around her. And then their lips met again.

After a few minutes the snowflakes hitting Shego's chilled thighs reminded her of where they were. She pulled her lips from Drakken's warming ones and reached back behind her, adjusting a few settings on the dash.

"What are you doing?" Drakken asked.

The hover-car began to move at a slow pace, and Drakken blinked at the snowflake-filled air they were floating in.

"Re-programmed the auto-pilot... We've got nine hours until we hit Florida."

Drakken's thoughtful grin turned devious again as Shego's arm returned to around his neck.

"Oh I have plans for those hours."

Shego chuckled. "Me too..." His lips met hers again, and she was relieved to find he was no longer shivering as violently, and responding more and more to her affections. She pulled her lips from his to smile into his eyes.

"Merry Christmas, Dr. D." she breathed.