A/N: Well I've been concerned I couldn't write Drakgo anymore, as every recent attempt since January has failed utterly. But then my friend split-n-splice drew some amazing art for me (find it on tumblr at midnightcaptions) and I gathered up my inspiration to write a tiny ficlet to go with it. The title is a nod to one of her amazing WIPs I've been privileged to read actually; she gets it.

Gonna rate this short one a soft M. Be warned, slight mature content. Enjoy!

Evil Starts Eventually

Drakken held his eyes closed as he reluctantly swung his legs out of bed to begin the day's evil plotting and lingered there as he took in the feeling of the cool of the floor beneath his toes. Though his skin was bare from said toes to his head, he wasn't chilled; he was warmed both from the light of the sunrise streaming in through the window and from recent, pleasant memories which sent thoughts of evil far from his mind.

Images and feelings swam in the darkness behind his tired, heavy eyelids, and he kept them closed and let the reminiscence take over. Laughter, raven hair falling all around him, and green skin pressed against his while love was whispered in his ear, softly and secretly for only his hearing.

He smiled at the recollection and was further warmed when he felt the tickle of tousled hair pressing against his cheek, followed by a hand that caressed his jaw for a moment before falling against his chest, and another hand on his leg as his beloved crept near to lean against him, stretching briefly like a cat as she stayed semi-reclined in the bed. He leaned lightly into her nuzzling touch and set his arm around her, his fingers weaving into her impossibly luxurious hair after a moment. He took one indulgent glance at her perfect, nude form, and then closed his eyes again and let his mind go blank as happiness encompassed him.

"Hmmm." Her soft sigh of contentment finally broke the silence of the morning as they rested in the peace of one another.

His lips, chapped from too many kisses, finally parted as her own pressed against his jaw.

"Are you going to tell me you love me again?" he asked through a smile.

Her response was to lean against him more heavily and place a tiny kiss on his neck that awoke every nerve in his body.

"Mmh...that wouldn't be very evil of me," she replied softly, her lips brushing his jaw as she spoke.

The rays of the sun brought a light to the room that heightened all of Drakken's senses, the pulsing warmth in his heart more than any other. He opened his bleary eyes and held Shego's arms to guide her as he slowly lie back down, she moving over him to nestle on his chest with her legs between his.

"You were plenty evil last night," he quipped after a moment.

She chuckled, her fingers tracing his collarbone as he held her around her back, his fingers idly massaging her flesh through her ripples of hair.

"Was I? Do I need to balance it out with something sweet?"

He was about to say she'd whispered more than enough affirmations to him through their love-making, but green eyes suddenly fixed upon his stayed his words. Her hand cupped his cheek as she smiled down at him, and it was already enough; the words weren't necessary, but still they came.

"I love you, Drakken."

It took his breath away. Everything about her always did.

He felt lost in a dream as her hair fell around them again, her knees moving to be astride his hips as she shifted to make their cuddling even more intimate. And he closed his eyes and let the bliss take him as he drew her near until their lips met in the first of what he knew would be many kisses that morning. Evil could wait a little longer.