A/N: (If you don't want my personal life details you can skip this and go straight to the fic.) Life has been crazy ever since my birthday, and it's only getting crazier. Weird health issues, NEW JOB, going on a year now without WIFI... Life is strange. But still good.

Anyway, trying to get the OTP back into my brain and if you know me, you know of course it's gonna be something small and fluffy for split-n-splice, just because.

Gonna call this one an M-rating for some very deliberate implications.

Heat

It was the heat that woke him.

Drakken rolled over to put his back to the window, as he did every morning, and mentally cursed his stupidity at having a high window carved out in the lair that couldn't be easily covered. Of course, he denied its bothering him each morning to Shego when he inevitably crept nearer and nearer to her, forcing her toward the edge of the mattress as the sun encroached on their cozy sleeping space. She loved to tease him about it, and he resolutely made excuses each time, even though they both knew the truth of it.

A few days prior they had been so tired from their latest caper, that when the sun began forcing him onto her side of the bed she hadn't protested even when he'd been pressed up against her, the heat a strange mix of unpleasantness and comfort in their exhaustion-induced brain fog. They had lain together in their self-made sauna until there was no more room in the bed to escape the blazing rays, but rather than start the day, they had luxuriated in a bath until the weariness from the prior day's events had waned. And then they'd made other use of the bath.

Sometimes, Shego often reminded him, part of being evil was taking a day off.

That morning however, his mind was alert and there was no confused enjoyment of the warmth. As he felt the sun at his back he hesitated in scooting toward Shego's side of the bed, knowing that would herald the complaints. His annoyance at his sleep being interrupted had his mind spinning over possible solutions to the problem that never went anywhere, such as having the henchmen install curtains.

"And then you'll complain there's no light and it's claustrophobic," Shego told him the last time he brought it up.

He continued the imaginary conversation in his head, the urge to move growing stronger as he felt his back beginning to burn through his tank top even before the sweating could begin, so hot was the summer sun. But then his attention was arrested as a familiar but unexpected sound reached his ears.

He opened his eyes to find Shego sitting up in the bed, the blankets on her side tossed back, and a brush being run through her raven hair. Her face was turned away from the light, and the dawn's rays shone brightly on the silky locks, revealing just how thick her hair was with each pass of the brush. Drakken was transfixed as every now and then an iridescent green glimmer could be seen fleetingly from where they were hidden among the jet-black tresses, illuminated by the blazing of the sun.

Gradually his gaze drifted from Shego's hair to her face, her eyes closed against the early morning light, and then down to how his old AC/DC t-shirt she wore. It was too large on her of course, but somehow the way the baggy shirt hung off her curves and barely covered the tops of her thighs only made her look sexier.

As he gazed at the woman that had chosen him, he felt a different kind of warmth begin competing with the torturous blaze at his back. When he did scoot closer to her, the effort not removing him from the sun as she was blocking him, he set a hand on her knee and she opened her eyes and turned to look at him.

"Why are you brushing your hair now?" he asked.

"Uh, cuz it's a rat's nest, doy," was her reply. "Unless you forgot, we took the day off yesterday and I wasn't exactly focused on how my hair looked."

Drakken thought back over their rather single-minded activities throughout the day prior. He remembered how in one moment of ecstasy, Shego had tossed her hair back and it had still fallen over her shoulders, sticking to the sweaty skin of her forehead, arms, and chest as they...reveled in their recent victory. He'd not noticed her hair becoming tangled, but only how it enhanced her natural beauty.

"It looked beautiful," he said languidly, idly caressing the soft-skin of her thigh.

She blinked at him in surprise until her expression softened.

"Yeah, well... The longer I leave it like this, the harder it'll be to brush later."

Drakken heard her, but his hand had begun wandering. He hadn't had any other intentions when his fingers slipped beneath the hem of the large t-shirt she wore, but discovering there was nothing beneath it sent his mind back to the events of the day prior, and forward to potential activities for that day.

"Shego, when you finish, what do you say to a trip to our lair in Alaska?"

When he looked back up at her face, he grinned as she seemed to be trying to ignore the now-deliberate actions of his fingers on her soft, sensitive flesh as she continued running the brush through her hair.

"Why?" she said, her breath hitching slightly.

"Because I need another day off... But away from this heat," he said pointedly.

Shego looked thoughtful, her smirk growing as she flinched when his feather-light touch beneath her shirt became ticklish.

"It's a date," she said, leaning down to place a quick peck on his lips before flipping her hair over her other shoulder to work on it from a new angle. She flinched again when Drakken's gentle caress turned into a very deliberate grope, and he smirked devilishly at the reaction it drew from her.

"Besides..." he continued, finally sitting up and tossing the blankets away in one swift, desperate move as he scooted out of the scorching rays of the sun and into the small patch of shaded relief on her side of the bed. He took a moment to catch his breath, setting his forearms on his bent knees as he tried to get air flowing over every part of his skin.

"Hmm?" Shego said, raising her brow. Drakken's gaze followed the flowing lengths of her hair and again remembered what it had looked like the day before, cascading over her bare shoulders like a waterfall as they made waves together.

He smirked at her. "We'll be making plenty of our own heat."