A/N: I know I fell off the birthday fic bandwagon in a horrible way this year, but I've had this one pre-written for like eight months. For gofordrakgo, a 100-word story in honor of the alphabet drabbles. (I still remember our conversation where you came up with those.) And hopefully a fitting sort of capstone with my chosen theme. Hope you enjoy.
Lexicon: "The vocabulary of a person, language, or branch of knowledge"
"It is still only experimental Shego, but I speculize..."
Shego cringed.
"That syntho-plasma three-point-oh will be so powerful, so...terrorific..."
Her brow furrowed, her skin prickling in irritation.
"That the new drones will reign such carnagation..."
She stood with a low growl and approached him.
"That the world will flex to my...Shego?"
She cut off Drakken's string of nonsense with a kiss, her lips pressing against his forcefully as he tried to continue. When he acquiesced to her touch she relented, gazing at him critically.
Drakken smirked knowingly. "That was...wowful."
"Rrgh!"
She kissed him again.