A/N: Well, I hit severe writer's block and I'm trying to force things out now. This is an excerpt from a longer fic that otherwise is just in my head. This is rated M. I repeat, this is rated M for mature content!

Chilly

The icy chill of the morning air over her cheeks was what caused Shego to wake. As she blinked into the gray light the air even chilled the surface of her eyeballs, and she hastily closed her lids over them again. It even seemed that her eyelashes were cold, and she wondered what the temperature of the air was.

She couldn't feel the end of her nose for how chilled it was, and she pressed it into Drakken's chest where he still slept soundly. Her shoulder was cold too, and she slid her fingers out into the icy air to tug the blankets up higher, and then pulled her cold hair over her exposed cheek. Her teeth wanted to chatter in the chill that had woken her so early, but she clenched them in resistance. In addition to the cold, she was suddenly aware of how tired she was. She wasn't about to move her face to check the time on the small bedside alarm clock, but she was certain from the gray light that it was too early. Unless the light was simply a result of the storm clouds that had sent snow unrelentingly to the ground since the night before.

Whatever the reason, she only wanted to warm up and get back to sleep. She pressed nearer to Drakken and burrowed deeper beneath the blankets, her mind falling blank... Until it wasn't. Her ankle still throbbed from her fall the day before, and the coddling she had received from Drakken's mother wasn't helping the situation. She was already uncertain about the trip to Drakken's childhood home, but Estelle's fawning was too much for her on a regular day. Now that she wasn't able to walk, it would be even more-so. She hoped the hour was as early as it felt, because she hoped to stay in bed as long as possible to avoid the coming smothering.

Just then, Drakken shifted. She held still, hoping he would remain asleep and that she could enjoy at least another hour of peace. But his shifting continued and something hard and familiar pressed against her middle. Her face flushed despite herself; she should have been used to it, after over a year of being with him. But never knowing which mornings were going to produce that result caused her blush. Also, his continued shifting.

She remained still despite the heat that was flushing her face, like daggers against the chill of the air. But Drakken finally blinked tiredly and with a bit of disorientation into the guest room they were occupying. She watched him glance around to find his bearings before looking down at her. His brow furrowed lightly.

"You all right?" he asked through a yawn.

"Cold," she responded, the telltale chatter of her teeth betraying her.

His yawn settled into a mischievous grin. "Well, I know a foolproof way to warm up."

He slid over her and between her legs, his cold dry lips fastening to hers. Shego's breath caught at the intensity of the kiss, and she pulled the blankets up higher over Drakken's back and held them there with her arms around him. His fingers wove into her hair on either side of her head and he began trailing kisses over her cheek toward her ear. She glanced over at the alarm clock and saw that the time was just a trick of the cloud cover.

"We only have an hour before breakfast..." she said, gasping as he began sliding his clothed nether regions against hers with very deliberate purpose.

"We have an excuse..." he murmured, his breath gratefully hot against her skin. Her brow rose, but he continued. "I am spending quality time with my bride..."

Shego smirked. "I haven't been a bride for months."

"We never said the honeymoon was over..." he said, kissing the other side of her neck as one of his hands went between them to undo the buttons of her pajama shirt. His fingers were icy against her skin, and she shuddered.

"We took an entire month... Just how long do you want this honeymoon to last?"

He grinned happily at her before kissing down her chest. "Oh, at least a year..."

Shego chuckled. "If that's the case, you've been slacking some mornings."

Drakken leaned over on his side and she knew he was tugging off his bottoms. She held the blankets down over her bared chest, her skin already responding to the cold.

Drakken's grin grew more wicked. "Oh, I can remedy that."

She laughed as his head vanished beneath the blankets and then felt her own bottoms being removed. And then his warmth was gratefully covering her again as his hands and lips attended the flesh of her chest. She held the blankets up with one set of icy fingers, while the others moved to undo his shirt buttons. He wasn't wrong about this warming them up...

"But we only have an hour..." she protested practically. She had no basis for suspecting his mother would walk in on them, but it was a fear she had been wondering since before their arrival at the house.

"Mmh... If we're very loud, I think everyone will get the idea."

Shego's jaw dropped. "D-Drakken..." she stuttered from the cold, rather than shock.

"Besides, my mother would only be more excited over the prospect of—"

He stopped short, and suddenly intensified his attentions to her chest. She pulled the blankets higher, almost covering his head as her expression fell to melancholy.

Almost a full year of trying had resulted in nothing. And Drakken knew she dearly wanted a baby... He was the more optimistic of the two of them, as it was beginning to seem impossible to her. Their last conversation about it hadn't ended well, and he was trying not to bring it up anymore for her sake. It had been an honest slip in that moment, but the thought had been brought to the front her mind.

Of course, Drakken's increased amorousness was helpful in shifting the topic out of her thoughts. And she knew he was doing it to make her forget, and she was grateful.

He shifted and his foot bumped her injured ankle, and she hissed in pain. His eyes flew up to hers in worry.

"Sorry!"

"Mmh," she muttered, biting back the deeper hum at the pain the innocent bump had caused. "Come here."

His smile returned as his warmth fully covered her. She slid her arms under his shirt and around his back, and he shuddered at the touch of her icy fingers.

"You...going to leave your bride freezing like this?" she quipped, her lips still shaking from the chill.

His smile grew as he leaned on his elbows and his fingers wove into her hair again, one of his cool palms resting on her flushed cheek. He kissed her sweetly as he completed their union, and her breath caught. He really was right... Months later, and still each time was like they'd never left their honeymoon bed.

"Let me know when you're warm enough," he whispered.