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This is an alternate ending to 'The Heist' from "Random Tales of Drakgo" by Gothicthundra, written with permission of course. Do read 'The Heist!' It is four chapters of solid gold Drakgo, starting at Ch. 35 of that amazing epic of a fanfic. This AU contains some direct paragraphs of the last chapter of 'The Heist.'

Role-Play

She walked into the small area that was set up as his workspace. He was still awake. She felt a hitch of relief at that. He was rubbing at his face, patches of blue showing under his thin remainder of makeup. His ponytail was visible again, and his mess of hair had returned from its gel entrapment. He seemed to be staring at the necklace, no expression on his face. She walked over, her chest pounding, but she didn't know why. Was it the suspense of getting her head straight? The adrenaline of the evening racing in her mind... Her hand touched his shoulder and he looked up, as if yanked from his own deep thoughts.

"Shego?" asked Drakken. He turned in his seat. "I thought you were asleep."

"I couldn't. There's something I need to ask you," said Shego. Why was her stomach doing flips?

"I know what you're going to ask," sighed Drakken. "It's about the kiss."

"I... Yes," said Shego. She had been about to ask about that as a way to lead to the bigger idea. Her heart beat harder as she began sliding her hand back to where the hair of his ponytail hung wildly over his back, the dark hairs standing out on his white shirt.

"I'm sorry I didn't clear that with you first. I-I've seen it done in heist movies before and it seemed like a good... Shego?" he asked, as her fingers began playing with his hair–something she'd done in the past, so she could play it off. But his eyes took on an entirely different focus and calculation.

"I was just thinking... That wasn't much of a kiss for newlyweds who've snuck off to have some fun..." she took a breath, "...Dr. Lipsky."

Her stomach was continuing its flips and she couldn't even hold her breath for the way her heart was pounding. Drakken's expression hadn't changed from the unreadable calculations she knew he was making about her words. But…just where did she fit into his equation? She let her fingers travel to his hairline, where her nails began scraping gently against his skin, more of the thin makeup scraping off beneath them.

Drakken finally swallowed and cleared his throat. His gaze became cautious. "Are you suggesting...we need more practice, before our next heist?"

He slowly stood up and Shego's hand fell away instinctively at the sudden greatness of his presence filling the small space in front of her. The scent of mint and grease filled her nostrils, and she tried to smirk. The role-play had been an opening... But it wasn't what was on her mind. Drakken didn't really know Sheila, nor did she know Drew… It was too personal. She wanted them to be Drakken and Shego. But did he...? When she looked at his face, it was clear he was waiting for her cue. And was he holding his breath? She drew in hers and her chest fluttered.

"I think we could find it...mutually beneficial, if we were to be a bit more...villainous," she said. She lifted an un-gloved green hand and set it on the white shirtfront of his chest.

She'd done it. She'd made the suggestion. If he was aware enough to catch on... Her heart was racing. And what would he do, if he did follow her suggestive thoughts?

He was looking between her hand and her face, settling on the latter as his eyes narrowed slightly. And then his hand covered hers. He wasn't catching her drift... She could sense the lecture about wasting time coming as he opened his mouth to speak. Impulsively she cut it off before it began by covering his lips with hers.

At first there was no response. It was as chaste a kiss as it had been at the ball. But then...his hand tightened on hers, and she felt fingers ghost over her hip as he began to respond to the press of her lips. Something warm and unfamiliar, but welcome, filled her heart.

Their kiss was cut off as a loud knock came from the apartment door. Shego's hands flared green. Who could possibly be there? She felt Drakken's hand on her shoulder as he stood up and grabbed his jacket, putting the necklace in the chest pocket. Shego was glad she'd stayed in her dress as she followed him to the door, her hands at the ready. His calm demeanor made her more worried than anything. Her mind cleared suddenly; this was obviously the villain they'd done the heist for coming to collect. As Drakken opened the door, several figures stood there, and Shego took a defensive posture as she stood next to Drakken.

"The Chameleon?" asked Drakken as a figure stood when the guards parted.

"In the flesh," came a female reply as a familiar woman in a slinky leopard gown walked into the light. "Nice seeing you again, Dr. Lipsky."

"Ms. Leon?" asked Drakken. He and Shego looked at each other and then at the blonde heiress, holding her precious Debutante. "I'm so confused."

"Good, that's how I wanted it to be. Call me Camille," said Camille with a haughty chuckle. "You passed my test and got the necklace. Good work by the way, framing those two."

"Wait, you already had the necklace, why did you want someone to steal it?" asked Shego. She looked at the woman with a raised brow.

"Easy. I get the insurance money and I get my necklace, everyone wins," said Camille with a grin. "Perhaps I should explain. Daddy's cutting me off, so I need to make my own way when he finally cuts the final card. What better way than villainy? Truth is, I don't know which villains to choose. Everyone has the misconception I'm an idiot. So I want clever friends in the villain world. A heist seemed like the perfect way to weed out the losers. So I invited every villain I'd heard of to try to steal the necklace. Made it nearly impossible to steal, then let the dominoes fall. Pretty neat, eh? I cooked it up myself."

"That's vastly overcompensated and pointless," said Drakken. Shego snorted.

"Your kind of people," responded Shego. She raised a brow. "So now what. We give you the necklace and we get a laser? How did you get that?"

"Oh, I didn't," said Camille. Shego glared. "I didn't think you'd two be the ones to pull it off. My bet was on the usual suspects... Good move by the way. I didn't think the science-y villains had much game in it. I mean if you can get jewelry, what more do you need. Right?"

"So, you have no trade?" asked Drakken. Shego was waiting for the signal to start fighting.

"No, I do. I have a list of all the contacts from the ball…and what I thought the big guns requested," said Camille. She snapped her fingers and one of her bodyguards opened up a box. "Some sort of material mesh that's supposed to be impenetrable... Whatever it is, it doesn't break easily. No idea why... But if you want the laser, I just need a few more days."

"I'll take it," said Drakken. Shego looked at him with wide eyes. What was he doing?

"Really? Okay," said Camille and the box was handed to Shego, who placed it down in annoyance.

"Here you are," said Drakken, pulling a necklace out of his right pocket and handing it to the guard.

"This went better than I planned," said Camille with a laugh. "This villain thing is a cake-walk. Nice meeting you. I hope to see you at villain socials. That's a thing, right? Come Debutante, we have an insurance check to spend."

"What was that?" asked Shego as Drakken closed the door. She glared. "All that work for some fabric... She gets the necklace and the insurance money, and we get...a box of fabric? Yo, Drakken? Are you listening?"

"I have a use for it," said Drakken, looking at the box. "Now. Before we were interrupted..."

"Forget it! I want to talk about how we just got screwed," said Shego, her eyes narrowing. What had she been thinking? This was Drakken. "You know what, I'm going to bed. What a pointless... Huh?"

She'd been so upset she had almost missed Drakken pulling the sparkling necklace from the pocket of his jacket, and it was only when she felt the weight of the gems on her chest and the deftness of his fingers fastening the jewelry behind her neck that she realized what was going on.

"Did you think I wouldn't make a second one in case this happened? There's your necklace."

He took a step back, his gaze uncertain. Shego blinked at him in surprise and looked down at the necklace.

"My...?"

When she looked back up a second later, she caught a glimpse of his face falling as he turned back to the workstation. Her mind raced back to the moments before the heiress had arrived. He had started to kiss her back, to touch her... Maybe she wasn't the only one who wanted...a night. Her heart resumed its pounding as she approached him.

"Drakken."

When he turned around, her hands were already lifted to place on his shoulders, and his eyes widened at her sudden closeness. She hesitated at his seeming change of mind, but the memory of his lips against hers emboldened her.

"My necklace?" she asked.

Something flitted through Drakken's eyes, and then he rolled them, avoiding meeting hers.

"What, do you think I'd wear something like that?"

He looked hesitant again and seemed about to turn away. She placed her hands on his shoulders again and let her fingers press into the flesh beneath his shirt.

"What a nice honeymoon gift, Doctor. I hope that's not all you have for me," she said with a smirk, hoping the tremor in her voice wasn't noticeable.

Drakken's lips parted as his eyes widened with the same calculation as before, but more uncertainty. Afraid of losing the moment, she leaned forward and kissed him again. This time she didn't have to wait as long for his lips to answer hers, and for his fingers to ghost over her hips. The warmth began to return to her chest, calming the pounding of her heart, but then suddenly his lips left hers.

"Shego?"

The question in his eyes spoke of the same nervousness she felt. He seemed to want her too. But what would stepping over that line mean?

"The night doesn't have to be over," she said softly, sliding her fingers down over his chest again until they found the buttons of his shirt. Her heart racing again, she began to unfasten them.

Drakken's heart thudded so loudly he was sure Shego could hear it. He was struggling to process what was happening. He wasn't dreaming, he was certain of it. And despite all the wine Shego had consumed, she was in complete control of her actions. But she…she wanted him?

She was silent, her brow furrowed ever so slightly as her fingers worked at the buttons of his shirt. He dared to let his hands rest over her hips as he tried to figure out any ulterior motive she might have. But try as he might...all he could think was that she wanted him. Just as he wanted her. Her actions brought back every thought he had just been struggling to bury and deny.

"Shego?" he asked again, a dozen questions burning in the single word. He watched her expression seem to harden before she met his eyes. And then it occurred to him… Maybe she was as worried about hurting their friendship as he was. He watched her take a tense breath before she spoke.

"If you don't want–"

He cut her off with a kiss, his fingers tightening into the flesh at her hips. He felt her frame tense in his arms, and then relax as she kissed him back with fervor. His heart raced as she finished his buttons and began pulling his shirt from his waistband. He hoped the kiss was answer enough, to whatever questions she had. Her actions were certainly answering his.

As her hands un-tucked his t-shirt after freeing his shirt, he slid his hands up her back until finding the zipper of her dress like before. He opened the dress swiftly, surprising her yet again as she pulled away from the kiss. He saw her flushed face beneath the faint remnants of makeup, and the nervous excitement in her eyes.

"Just...where did you learn to do that?" she asked a bit breathlessly.

He grinned enigmatically, and then boldly declared, "On my wedding night, Mrs. Lipsky."

He leaned down to softly kiss her neck as his fingers began exploring the flesh of her back, the dress beginning to fall away as the fabric was naturally pushed aside. The gasp that his touch elicited from her sent his blood racing, and confidence rose in his chest. He had few qualms about bringing his fingers to her shoulders and beginning to trace them beneath the neckline of the garment, where it had been previously taped before she removed her makeup.

Another gasp left her lips as he kissed her shoulder where seconds before dark green fabric had concealed pale green skin. Her hands had gone beneath his t-shirt and were roaming up the warmth of his stomach and chest. He idly wondered how much of the role-play she would want to carry into the night. He also wondered how much of her sudden interest in him was because of their game, and how much was actually in him. But he forced the thought away for fear he would ask too many questions and discover that her interest was solely in the farce. She wanted him now… And whether for just that night or for longer, he was ready to accept the gift she was offering.

Her hands traveled around and dug into the flesh at his back as he continued feeling along the edge of the V-neck of the fabric over her bosom. He started to pull away to look at her, but then suddenly her lips were kissing up his jaw, then his ear, and then almost biting his neck for how fierce she was in her affections.

"Drakken..." she whispered, her breath hot on his ear. Warmth rushed through him from head to toe. Maybe it wasn't the role-play... His breath caught on the hope of it. Maybe...it was him!

The fresh happiness and confidence gave him the courage to begin peeling down the front of her dress, revealing the lacy black undergarment he'd deliberately avoided looking at when he'd had the chance before. Her soft flesh under his fingertips was like heaven, and he still wasn't convinced it was real until he took a step back to fully take in what his efforts had yielded. Beneath the sparkling diamonds of the necklace, Shego's chest heaved with quickened breaths, the last element of modesty an attractive black lace undergarment that was designed to entice. He was glad he'd not looked at it before.

His reason quickly flying away, he was about to reach for her chest when his arms were forced down as Shego began yanking the shirt from his back. He helped as soon as he was able to focus back in, and then together they pulled his t-shirt up and over his head, both garments tossed carelessly aside. His second attempt to reach for her was barred by her pressing her body against his in a fierce hug, followed a split second later with a passionate kiss. He clung to her and kissed her back, his mind floating away as if in a dream at the incredible feel of her. It was more wonderful than he'd ever imagined. Granted, he usually tried not to imagine it.

When Shego pulled away for air he dipped down to kiss at her neck again, ignoring the slight taste of makeup.

"Can we...take this to one of the bedrooms?" Shego asked breathlessly.

Drakken felt a new race of heat at the suggestion, and he grinned wickedly. A second later, Shego gave a small cry as he swept her up off her feet and began carrying her away to the bedrooms in their rented apartment lair.

"What are you doing?" she asked through a gasp.

He cleared his throat and glanced away with a blush. "It's customary to carry the bride over the threshold," he said.

Only in my wildest dreams...

Shego's heart raced with excitement, but worry had seized her mind as well as she watched Drakken begin to step out of his pants. She had peeled out of her dress and was laying back on the bed in the darkened room as she stared at him, his grinning face illuminated by the moonlight from the window. He seemed to be fully invested in the fantasy. But she was concerned... What if he thought of it as more than just a night to meet mutual needs? Even though the role-play had been about their being newlyweds...something about his mentions of it unsettled her. Though it shouldn't, as it indicated that he felt as she did... It was just a night.

When Drakken's eyes found hers the touch of uncertainty was back, and she quickly adopted a seductive smirk.

"I think you've been working too hard during this honeymoon, Doctor," she said perhaps too quickly. The look in his eyes didn't change, but his eyes traveled over her form and she watched his breath catch. She was glad that she did in fact have an affect on him. And the vision of his broad chest and muscled arms were causing her skin to tingle in a way she'd rarely felt. "Time to take a break."

Drakken's eyes found hers again, and he bit his lip as he sat down on the bed next to her. Still clad in their undergarments, the small remaining barrier did little in preventing her heart from pounding. He moved nearer and she leaned back on her elbows as he set one arm on her other side, leaning over her. He moved near as if to kiss her and then stopped, and she was suddenly transfixed by his eyes. They weren't hesitant, or concerned, or any of the things she was used to seeing in him. It was just him looking at her.

"Yes, Dumpling," he said in acquiescence and with a broad smirk.

He kissed her, and she melted into his touch. Her arms moving around his neck felt like rubber as she let herself be swept away. What was she feeling? She didn't even know. She just knew she never wanted his lips to leave hers, and she tried to show him through her return kiss.

After a time she was aware of his hands on her hip, her stomach, and her covered breast. Never breaking the kiss, she found the strength to pull her arms away from him to hasten the removal of the last bits of clothing between them. Her lacy black garment came off in a hurry and she was certain the pounding of her heart was audible as she quickly slid the matching panties down her legs and kicked them off.

When she met Drakken's eyes again, the uncertainty was back. Panic took hold as he wasn't looking at her body anymore, but at her face.

"Shego–"

She cut off his words with a fierce kiss, throwing her arms around him and pressing her bare chest to his. He couldn't get cold feet! Not when they'd already gone so far. The mere though of him leaving caused an ache in her heart that was also unfamiliar, but it was too painful to bear. She pulled him with her as she lay down on the bed, her hair finally falling free of the up-do she'd had in it at the ball.

Drakken continued kissing her as his hands held her shoulders, and after several seconds she took one of his hands and began pushing it downward. She felt his breath hitch, but he didn't resist the suggestion, and finally she felt his palm ghost over her nipple while his fingers explored the tender flesh of her breast. She nearly gasped from the relief the touch brought, but then suddenly it was gone, along with his warmth. She nearly cursed at him until she saw he'd only sat up to slide his boxers down his hips. Her eyes widened and her throat went tight at the sight of him fully nude, and fully ready for her.

His next glance was shy, and she lifted her eyes from where she was ogling to fully meet the look. She reached for his shoulders again and gently pulled him down. This time he climbed over her, and she spread her legs wide for him. She was still feeling a warmth like she'd never felt just at the slightest of touches, but as he gently lay his body down against hers the warmth ignited into flame. She gripped his arms in attempt to bring him nearer, but then she understood his purpose as one hand lightly caressed the soft skin of her breast again. She draped her arms over his back and let her head fall to the pillow, his feather-light touch sending lightning to her nerve endings like she'd never thought possible. And then his lips joined his hand.

"Oh! Drakken..."

Shego was already gasping his name as he tenderly explored the offering of her body. He'd never imagined himself brave enough to kiss her breast, but once when his lips had left the supple skin her hands had pushed his face back down. He readily accepted the invitation. So it was with the gentle wandering of his hands and lips that he gained confidence, each touch seeming to bring her pleasure as she gasped beneath him, his name falling breathlessly from her lips with increasing frequency. Her hands roaming his back and arms had a similar effect on him, and he still couldn't get over the fact that she wanted him. He could have lost himself in the bliss of the moment as it was, but then her arm stretched down and her fingers dug into his rear, guiding him purposefully. His face flushed but he was eager to oblige.

"Oh... Drakken..."

Her call to him that time was needy, but he was lost in another world as slowly he sank within her, as deep as he could. After a few blinding moments of pleasure in the new sensation, he was aware of her fingernails sliding on his scalp while her other arm wrapped around his back. Her legs were suddenly doing the same, her heels resting atop his rear. Slowly he lifted up, sliding out, and then at the same measured pace he pressed back in.

"Ohhh..."

Her moans and sighs of pleasure were all he needed to drive him past any doubts and uncertainties he was having. It was his name that left her lips and hit his ear with her heated breaths. He let himself fall into the blinding joy that was making love to Shego.

That single thought almost caused him to falter in the rhythm he'd settled into. He was...making love...to Shego. He lifted his eyes from the pillow to look at her face. Her eyes were tightly closed, and there was a mixture of yearning and pleasure in her smile and in the way she would pause to bite her lip to hinder a particularly loud cry.

Her eyes opened then and looked straight into his. The blush on her face darkened, and for a split second she looked almost guilty. But he didn't have a chance to analyze her expression as she pulled him down into a kiss.

Shego kissed Drakken with fervor, her heart pounding harder for the look in his eyes. Any shield of their earlier game was gone, and it was just him looking at her. And looking at her in a way no one had looked at her before... She wasn't sure what it was in his eyes, but it scared her at the same time it sent more of that indescribable warmth through her. So she'd hidden from it in the kiss. But it found her there as well, in the way his lips tenderly caressed hers.

The panic that he was going to think more of what they were doing, than just a night of meeting needs, seized her like fire. But...as he kissed her with such gentleness, and...and something else, the warmth began to override the panic. Maybe that feeling was what she had been craving after all.

She let go the reservations she still held and let herself fall into the sensation. Drakken's lips traveling to her cheek and trailing tiny kisses beneath her eye suddenly felt so right. Her arms around him felt like they belonged there and always had. And she was thoroughly enjoying her part in the rhythm they had found, even glad to bring him mutual enjoyment for what he was bringing to her.

She had been so right to take the chance with him on an evening.

She was floating contently in that indescribable warmth, when Drakken suddenly shifted and increased speed she felt a new wave of heat flooding her senses.

"Oh, Drakken... Drakken!" she gasped in a mix of need and awe as he sent her floating into a new world of pleasure. His face was next to hers in the pillow. Other than occasional gasps and hisses he had been silent, but suddenly now, he was groaning. The cries and grunts leaving his lips were feral, like she'd never heard from him, and he seemed to lose control of himself as the action of his hips became more instinctive. And if it was instinct, it was a good one, as suddenly she found herself crashing through a barrier and leaping from a precipice. The pleasure he'd brought her was already indescribable, but all coherent thought left her as she fell into the sensations that were so euphoric it was hard to believe they were real. And through the ecstasy, all she could think of was Drakken in her arms.

"Shego... Shego..."

Her name came first as a grunt from his lips, and then it was adoring. As Shego listened she began to fall from the high, a fear coming over her. The way he said her name...didn't sound like the distraction of their earlier role-play. Nor did it sound like the acknowledgement of a single carnal night. It sounded deeper-meaning...

She fought herself on giving in to whatever it was in his voice drawing her, and every feeling the night had brought, explainable and questionable. Because if Drakken was reading too much into the night...

What would be wrong with that?

He was kissing her neck above where the heavy gems of the necklace still sparkled, trembling as his weight settled atop her. She wrapped her arms more tightly around him, not bothered by the sweat and the smell of salt mixing with his usual musk. It felt so right to hold him...despite the alarms ringing in her head that it was too close.

You could have more than just tonight.

She relaxed a bit on that thought. As long as Drakken understood... It was just them making their own rules, whenever either of them felt the need... She could certainly do that again. She had never, ever felt...the way he had made her feel. And from the way he said her name, he was sure he would be up for it again too. Yes, as long as he understood...then it didn't have to be just one night.

Shego's silence had Drakken worried, but all he knew to do was continue kissing her. He was falling from his high and quickly into panic, the gravity of what he'd allowed himself to do closing in around him like a vise. What if Shego got pregnant? What if one or the other of them had some condition they didn't know about? What if... What if he'd disappointed her, and this was all he would ever get? What if she didn't really want him after all?

He didn't know how long the tryst had lasted, but they were the most glorious minutes of his life. And he didn't want the moment to end, especially if it meant unfavorable answers to his unspoken questions. So he kissed her neck instead, hoping that he hadn't misunderstood... Hoping that the way she had moaned his name had been from genuine interest, and not simply lust.

Her arms tightening around his back gave him hope, but her silence was still concerning. He decided then not to say anything that might push his luck and ruin the moment. He still didn't know what had happened on the dance floor, when her head had rested so perfectly on his shoulder and then she'd abruptly moved away. She had made this invitation to go to his bed, and had pushed it when he tried to shy away... So for the moment, he decided to accept it for what it was. A night... The best night. The ball fantasy of Drew and Sheila had long since been pushed back, his private fantasy of Drakken and Shego having fully taken its place the moment she'd moaned his name in the lab. No, he wouldn't push his luck. But he would hope, with the memory of his name on her lips.

He feared parting from her would break the spell, so he instead snuggled down to sleep. To his delight, her fingers scraped against his scalp while her legs hooked over his. And then she turned her head and lazily dragged her lips across his. His panic abated and he kissed her back. If it was all he had...he would take that night.

It was with each of their lips tiredly seeking purchase, that entwined together, they fell fast asleep.