A/N: WOO my 60th Little One! And my...139th Drakgo fic, and my 142nd KP fic overall.

Just a little something, inspired by the headcanon of split-n-splice and by a stunning piece of her art. I hope this does her brilliant ideas justice. I left things vague though in regards to one detail specifically that I think only she will notice. Enjoy.

Like Old Times

Drakken's mind wandered as he traversed the stone staircase, minding his step as he descended in the semi-dark of his favored cave lair. Shego was nowhere to be found in the lab, the work floors, or the living area, which left only the beach if she hadn't taken off on some private excursion.

She was often absent of late, and he was at a loss as to know why excepting that she might be disappointed in the lack of evil productivity. If it was that, he was certain he could think of something to give her a morale boost. Perhaps a simple theft at a top secret lab, not for anything he needed but simply for evil's own sake. If her absence was due to some other reason, however...

He didn't want to think about that. He didn't want to consider any other possible reason she may be electing to spend less time with him. Those thoughts only led to a spiraling of worry and insanity that he needed to keep a tight lid on, for both their sake.

He arrived at the doors at the bottom of the staircase and found them unlocked. They slid open at his approach and he was blinded by the streaming in of the noonday sunlight. He held up a hand to shield his eyes but was already feeling encouraged as he stepped sightlessly out onto the rocky beach of the volcanic island. The doors being unlocked could lead to only one obvious conclusion.

Sure enough, he'd not gone far before he saw the telltale sun-lounger, a glass of something dark in the cup-holder, a folded towel at the foot of the chair, and the woman he loved reclined upon it. His brow rose and he grinned at the sight of a rarely seen deep blue and teal floral bikini, faded from the years but no less becoming, and he tried to keep his steps silent upon approach to take in the view for as long as possible.

He was about ten feet distant when Shego startled slightly, evident first by the slight turn of her head in his direction and secondly by the way she quickly tossed the towel up with her foot and held it over her chest and midsection and raised a glowing hand.

"Oh, it's just you," she said with a slight frown, making no move to lower the towel as the green fire went out.

Drakken briefly feigned a pout in greeting as he paused. "I was enjoying the view."

"Pfft, yeah right," Shego replied, sitting up to face him but still not lowering the towel nor raising her sunglasses.

Drakken's grin only faltered slightly as he continued his approach. Shego's body bore battle scars just as his did from their years of villainy, in addition to evidence of her motherhood. She may have been embarrassed by all of it, but she only became more physically appealing to him as the years passed.

"What are you doing?" she questioned when he stepped behind the lounger to kneel in the sand. He slipped his arms around her and under the towel, his hands folding atop her abdomen.

"Just enjoying you."

Drakken forced himself to keep breathing, knowing Shego could respond in a number of ways. Another disparaging comment about her looks could follow, or she could shove him off altogether and send him back inside, only adding to his confusion about her frequent absences. What she finally said however warmed his heart more than the sun possibly could.

"You could change into those old green flame swim trunks and give me something to enjoy," she quipped.

Drakken held her tighter and set his cheek against hers.

"I could give you something to enjoy right here..." he replied lowly, barely withholding a lusty growl. Her sun-warmed hair was hot where his chin rested on her shoulder, and sweat had begun to bead at the back of his neck under his collar. "Or...I could change, we could go for a swim...and then I can give you something else to enjoy."

He refrained from adding, 'like old times,' and hoped she would either remember, or simply take his words at face value. Shego shifted in his arms to look at him, and at the familiar look of mischief in her eyes, every worry he'd been harboring melted away. She was just Shego, and was still more than his every dream come true.

"You've got a deal," she said, and as he stood up to hurry inside she rose with him, letting her towel fall as she smirked at him. "I'll get the tacos."