A/N: Still in the realm of, 'how much fic can one piece of art inspire?' So, apologies to those who are bored of it. Also, it probably isn't evident to anyone except split-n-splice, but I've been trying to write these from the perspective of HER characterizations of Drakgo. Though this one feels like a slight blend of hers and mine... Do check out her stories if you haven't already!

Reminder of a soft Mature rating. This one a little less soft. Enjoy!

Give the World

The sunset streamed brightly through the western-facing window, causing Drakken to close his eyes as he sat on the edge of the bed. It had been too long a day, but a successful one, his latest scheme going off without a hitch and with the added bonus of embarrassment to Kim Possible when he and Shego had escaped with the stolen goods. They had laughed together over the clang of the teen's grappler sliding off the hover-car, and their shared mirth had led to impromptu passion, the vehicle being set to autopilot as they fell into a scandalous make-out on the way back to the lair.

Upon arrival things had escalated into even further lascivious behavior of the sort that made Drakken disable the security cameras before they had reached the bedroom. Not too long afterward, they were both exhausted and content, with Drakken debating between simply collapsing as the glow of the sunset was encouraging him to do, or getting back to the lab to continue work on the plan. He knew however, that he should be focusing on evil, and with a sigh he made to rise...until he was halted entirely by a soft, nuzzling touch at his cheek.

It was all he could do not to melt at feeling of the hand possessively atop his thigh, another dragging lazily down his chest, and long locks of hair tickling his arm as Shego moved nearer. He was drawn to her like a moth to flame, and before he knew he'd done it he'd shifted back onto the bed, his legs half-folded under him as Shego shifted and put her knees on either side of his.

"Where do you think you're going?" she finally murmured, tossing her mass of hair to one side and raking her fingers through it. Drakken sat captivated for a moment by her incomparable beauty before he shook himself of it.

"I was thinking...it's time to get back to evil," he replied with a soft smirk.

"Oh, my thoughts exactly," she said, and in the next moment she had risen up on her knees, the lowest part of her midsection now at Drakken's eye level and demanding attention.

His own breath faltered when he set his hands on her thighs and ran them up slowly, his fingers seeking as always to memorize every curve. He felt a thrill as he heard Shego hiss and looked up to see her biting her lip. He leaned forward and kissed just below her navel, sighing happily. It didn't stop insecurity from invading his mind, however.

"Shego...am I evil?"

It had been the wrong thing to say. Her next sigh was not pleasured, and she sank down to sit atop his legs, still close but with the small spell of the moment broken. He wondered if he should remove his hands, but feared that would be the final severing of what they had shared. He left them atop her thighs.

"We've been through this, so many times. Yes Dr. D., you're evil. Very evil. Like I said, was hoping you'd get back to some evil."

Drakken looked at her annoyed and slightly...hurt? expression as he considered a response.

"Am I evil enough?"

Shego tossed her hair again, seeming to be gathering her patience amid disappointment.

"What do you mean?"

Words suddenly failed him as she shifted nearer again, her sun-warmed skin pressing softly to his as she set her arms around him and brought their chests together. His mind ceased its distracted racing as he stared into her eyes, watching his with all attention. His jaw worked silently for a moment, something nonsensical finally croaking out before his lips instinctively moved to match the approach of hers.

He reeled from what her kiss did to him, but regained just enough presence of mind as they lie down to mutter, "Stop seducing me, woman."

"It's what you want," she whispered in his ear as he hungrily ran his fingers over her bare flesh, her own resting in his hair as she nestled into him.

"But do you?" he blurted out before he could stop himself, his subconscious taking charge for a split second.

Shego leaned up slightly to look at him again, slight hurt and annoyance back in her features.

"Drakken, how many years has it been now?"

The years, months, days, and even hours raced through his mind. He could tell her down to the minute they'd met, if he wasn't worried it would sound a little obsessive. But before he could decide how to answer, she was speaking again.

"It's not just what you want," she said pointedly, lying down to posses him again with every limb touching him. "It's what I want too."

Rays of the sunset split through the room then, shining in a golden halo over her as she smiled down at him, making her appear far more angelic than her recent and apparent soon to be repeated actions in the bed.

"I want to give you the world," he blurted out again, something within him still arguing against the truth she presented.

Shego smirked. "You already rocked mine once tonight."

Drakken pursed his lips as his face darkened slightly, and she laughed at his reaction.

"I've got all the world I want, Doc," she added, snuggling happily into him again.

The pull of her scent, the assurance in her voice, and her demanding presence overwhelmed the remaining insecurity in his mind. He wouldn't stop trying to give her the whole world for anything, but for the moment...he would be content the one she was giving him.