A/N: I can't think of titles. Forgive the cheesiness and slight lack of connection.

Unabashed fanservice for my friend split-n-splice, inspired by her stunning art: midnightcaptions. tumblr. (c)om/post/188382550425/hey-dont-know-if-youre-busy-with-requests-or

Strong T rating on this one...

The Right Tool

Shego grinned appreciatively from her position leaning against the massive tool chest as Drakken wriggled further beneath the hover-car raised on car jacks. At the moment she could only see his lower half, and with no judging eyes around she stared freely at his rear end, hugged tightly by the green jumpsuit as he lie on his belly cursing about a flimsy screwdriver.

"Why is this type of screw even here!?" Shego was able to make out after a string of nonsense syllables that made her cringe and smile at the same time. She pushed the folding garage creeper back and forth idly with her foot as she watched the man struggle.

"Uh, Dr. D.? You built it... And I told you, that's not the problem anyway," she finally replied, knowing if he got too frustrated she would lose her show. "But somebody doesn't want to listen to the voice of experience..."

Drakken wriggled out from under the hover-car, grunting until his scowling face appeared, amazingly un-smudged for how long he'd been under there.

"Oh, because you're a mechanic?" he retorted as he tossed the screwdriver across the floor in his annoyance.

Shego stopped the wayward object with her foot, and then before bending to pick it up she pushed the creeper toward him. Drakken's eyes widened as it slowly rolled his way, and he stared at it as if it was a foreign object.

"You had this the whole time!? I've been skinning my elbows crawling around under there!"

"Your elbows are inside that jumpsuit," Shego said plainly, and then hummed. "Green is a good color on you."

"Har-har," he said, missing her subtle flirting.

"I've been telling you it's the seal on the oil filter. It's nothing serious," she said, spinning the screwdriver between her fingers.

"And you know this how?"

"Because I did more in Team Go than push moral boundaries when fighting crooks," she replied.

Drakken rolled his eyes and put the creeper in place, lying back on it to examine the telltale gasket under the hover-car. Shego grinned again as this time it wasn't his rear, but his front she was getting an eyeful of below the belt through the slightly-too-snug jumpsuit. And it was abundantly clear that being angry had had a particular effect on him.

"I'll show you pushing moral boundaries..." Drakken muttered, clearly not intending her to hear, and Shego's brow rose as her smirk grew.

"Oh really? And just how are you going to—"

"That's it! Ah-haha, I'll have it fixed in a jiffy!" Drakken cried, sliding out from under the hover-car. In a flash he was on his feet in front of her, and before Shego knew what had happened his lips were warmly pressed against hers, his hand gently drawing her chin toward his. "Thank you, Shego!"

The screwdriver clattered to the floor. She was left blinking in shock as he grabbed some tools from the chest, and then set them down again to stop and re-tie his hair which had become a bit unkempt during his endeavors. She stared dumbly as he shook out the dark locks and then pulled them back into the tight ponytail, rambling about some distributor selling him substandard supplies, and then he grabbed the tools again and slid back under the hover-car.

Shego leaned heavily against the tool chest as she felt heat rise under her collar, her ogling having backfired, and then after a moment she pushed away from her perch to go climb into the hover-car itself, feeling like her legs might suddenly fail her.

She listened to Drakken continue to ramble on without really hearing him as she debated a course of action. She could find a way to act on the heat burning even more strongly in her veins for his impulsive kiss, or she could go take a cold shower.

"Shego?" Drakken's addressing her suddenly caught her attention.

She looked down to see him leaning up on the creeper just finishing re-tying his hair a second time, his gloves discarded on the ground beside him. Her eyes widened against her will as he unzipped the jumpsuit down to his waist and pulled the green sleeves off to reveal his dark blue t-shirt stained in sweat at his chest and arm pits. She stared at the toning of his biceps as he tied the sleeves of the jumpsuit around his middle, and then her eyes strayed below his waist again.

"Is it hot in here, or is it just me?" he asked, wiping his brow with the back of his hand.

Shego grinned as all thoughts of a cold shower fled her mind.