A/N: This is part of a larger story I'm working on, in which a married Shego and Drakken end up at the same resort as James and Ann for a vacation. This fits into my headcanon.
I wrote this to accompany another fan art I drew, in response to a request on Tumblr. You can see it there. Not my favorite of my own art, but well there it is. Enjoy the story!
Drakken shook his hair out one last time after setting the blow dryer down and took up his comb again. The shower had been refreshing, but it hadn't eliminated the aches in his joints and muscles from the arduous hike. He rolled his shoulders back slowly, feeling the movement of each ligament as his body complained against being used past its usual limits.
Drakken smirked as he flipped his hair from one shoulder over the other, continuing to run the comb through the lightly damp strands.
It had been worth it. To see James Possible panting from exhaustion, clearly in far worse shape than he was—and definitely in no condition to be pleasuring his wife that evening—Drakken could deal with a few days of soreness.
He set the comb down and tied his hair back with the green elastic Shego had given him and stood back from the mirror in their resort suite, setting his hands on his hips. Was it just him, or had he gained some muscle in the four days they had been at the marriage retreat? He smirked lightly. If so, it would only please Shego. It never fully left his mind that she was attracted to the muscular type.
"Drew?"
Drakken took a breath in through his nose as a smile curled his lips upward. Shego rarely called him by his real name; partially because she had formerly used it to mock him and he only associated it with failure, and partially because it was just strange on her lips. He had identified with 'Dr. Drakken' for so many years, just as she had with 'Shego,' that their real names were something special. To hear her say it now arrested his attention.
"Mmh?" he acknowledged, giving himself one more glance in the mirror. His skin seemed to be almost glowing through the white t-shirt he wore, and he hurriedly tucked it into his jeans before heading out the open bathroom door.
"I know you wanted to do more...'upstage James Possible' tonight, but I'm too tired after that hike."
Drakken had pulled a button-up shirt from the closet and was putting his arms through the sleeves when he turned back toward his wife with a raised brow. She hadn't changed for dinner since her shower before him, only donning a simple spaghetti-strapped dress that barely hit her knees due to her nearly six-month baby bump. He thought about the dinner that was scheduled at the resort that evening—a relaxed, romantic night of dining and dancing after the day's taxing activities—but considering Shego's condition, and his own aches...he realized they may in fact have finally reached their limits.
"Will it really matter if we don't show up?" Shego continued, suddenly reaching out to steady herself on a bedpost while her other hand moved to her belly.
"Are you all right?" Drakken asked on reflex, leaving his shirt half buttoned as he hurried toward her.
"I think so..." Shego said, blinking in confusion. She moved her hand slightly as her brow rose. "I...I think she kicked."
A soft, awed smile slowly took over her face, though her brow still twisted in worry. There was a long pause through which Drakken watched her concentrated expression. But whatever movement the baby had made didn't recur as Shego's focus came back to the conversation.
Drakken finished buttoning his shirt as he stood in front of her, his eyes lingering on the swell of her belly. He couldn't help the bubble of joy that rose within him as he thought about the new frontier they were embarking on. There were still days he marveled that she had chosen him to pursue a future with when she could have had her pick of anyone.
"Well?"
Drakken was pulled from his thoughts and recalled Shego's request. He watched as she ran her fingers through her hair and tossed the long tresses back. He quirked a smile.
"Let Possible have the dance floor," he said in reply. In truth, he felt instant relief throughout his being at the idea of an evening in. They hadn't had a week so packed since finding out Shego was pregnant, and he didn't want to admit he was hitting his limit.
"Besides..." Shego continued, glancing off as she side-stepped away from the bed and lightly crossed her arms. "As much as I'm enjoying all the mocking fuel they're giving us, I thought the point of this week to forget everything."
Drakken blinked as he took in her posture and replayed her words in his head. The point of the vacation had been to forget about the world and its stressors; to just focus on each other and the future they were heading into. And he suddenly wondered...in his desire to shut down the unwelcome intrusion of Possible, had he not been paying enough attention to Shego?
His immediate panic faded as he realized that wasn't likely. Any instance of humiliating Possible had been a brief plus, as nearly every moment of every day had been spent with Shego. But...as he looked at her downcast eyes and where she glanced at him with the slightest embarrassment, he realized she clearly needed more from him.
"Shego...?"
Her eyes lifted slightly, and he saw a brightness start to shine through the uncertainty. When she spoke she attempted to maintain some of the usual flippance to her tone, but what was deeper cut through the superficial.
"Well, I... I was thinking about some names. If you wanted to—"
"Shego!"
His lips were on her neck before his hands had even made it to her waist. As his arms circled her and slowly drew her to himself, he felt her fingers begin pushing into his hair that he had clearly wasted time combing. The softest hum of happiness left her lips, and he lifted his to meet hers in a warm kiss. When he opened his eyes and saw the moisture shining in hers, tears began to prickle in his own.
He kissed her again as mentally his entire focus shifted. He couldn't care less who else was or wasn't at the resort that week. Every moment from then after would be about him, Shego, and...their family.
Ann Possible dropped her purse on the desk in the resort suite before taking her coat off.
"Well honey, guess the excursions finally got the better of ol' Drew."
Ann closed her eyes and shook her head. She smiled and rolled her eyes once before turning to where her husband was divesting himself of his sport coat and tie, they having left the evening of dinner and dancing early. They hadn't even danced much, their feet among other body parts far too pained from the long canyon hike earlier that day.
"One point for you," she said with a gentle smirk.
Her husband's brow twisted and fell, and she chuckled.
"I think he's proven any points that need proving," she continued. "How about you be the bigger man and just leave him be?"
James looked thoughtful, but as he opened his mouth to speak, Ann went on.
"Besides, they have their first baby coming. Don't you remember how we were with Kim?"
James nodded thoughtfully as he sat on the bed, stretching his legs out and taking the pressure off of his feet. Ann, having hung her wrap on the back of the desk chair, sat next to him and did the same. The instant relief on her feet told her the day had been too long, and she pushed her heels off, ready for nothing but sleep.
"We didn't have a clue!" James answered thoughtfully, one of his brows quirking up in that way she still found cute.
"Exactly," she said, nudging him slightly before rising to undress. She watched as understanding rose in his eyes and his good humor fully returned.
"I hope he remembers everything he did this weekend before asking us for advice," James said a bit smugly.
Before Ann could reply, a small 'thump' sounded from the other side of the wall behind their bed—the wall between their room, and Drakken's and Shego's. Ann and James blinked at each other in unease, and a moment later the sound of soft, feminine moans confirmed what Ann had been thinking.
Her face warmed and she watched her husband's visage darken in irritation.
"James—"
"Skipped dinner just to save up?" James called loudly to be heard through the wall.
Ann rolled her eyes and resumed changing. She was over the week of petty competition between the men, and all she wanted after a shower was to get off her feet and sleep. Yet she listened in curiosity to the pause in the sounds from behind the wall. And then...
"Bold of you to assume this is round one. Or two!" Dr. Drakken's voice called back in annoyance.
Ann's brow rose, and she watched James's face fall in dismay for a moment before his frown deepened.
"One quick call and I can get my hands on a sonic disruptor that—"
"I already brought my shrink ray! See how you enjoy the rest of the retreat from a jar!"
"If you think—"
"Shut up!"
The last voice was Shego's, and Ann wondered if the younger woman was speaking to her own husband, or to James.
"Honey," Ann said in a hush, drawing her husband's focus.
James straightened in determination. "You're right. We can do better than them anyway."
As he set his hands on her hips she leaned away. "Not with that attitude we won't."
James blinked in surprise and dismay at her resistance, but then he sighed. However he was pushing her last nerve.
"If you think for one second I'm going to have competitive sex—"
"No... No, you're right," James sighed, and Ann's ire fell away at his—finally—obvious understanding. He smirked lightly as he finished. "We won't stoop to their level."
Ann glanced over his shoulder toward the wall, and listening she realized the soft moans had resumed, albeit softer. Her brow rose and she nodded slightly.
'Considerate.'
"Something tells me they're on their own level," she said with a thoughtful grin.
James lifted a brow in question, and she stepped out of his grasp and crossed the room to the bathroom, determining to shower.
"Think about it," she said.
Her last sight before closing the door was her husband's single quirked eyebrow. After so many years, he was still cute. She felt fairly confident in the thought that in an equal number of years, thinking about one another, Shego and Drakken would feel the same.