Light
Ron stretched out on the living room couch utterly fascinated with the sight before him. Shego laid on top of him, one hand wrapped behind her to embrace her beau. The other hand was raised slightly in the air, bathed in an emerald glow. The light was enough to illuminate the dark room.
Middleton is currently experiencing a blackout, striking as the couple were binging their favorite show. Ordinarily, Ron would break out the family sized pack of emergency candles he bought at Smarty Mart, but before he could get up from the couch Shego lit her palm.
Seeing her power up close like this always transfixed Ron. The plasma roiled and curved on her skin as if it was dancing. He laid there quietly and admired her powers.
"What are you, a moth?" Shego teased. Ron glanced down, meeting her eyes sheepishly and realized how long he just stared at her in silence. "Sorry, sorry. It's just so pretty!".
"Tsk" she replied, secretly happy at the compliment. "Are you only figuring that out now?". Shego turned in her lover's arms and faced him. She re-wrapped her arms around his neck. With one hand still lit Ron could feel the familiar warm tickle on his neck. Ron placed his hand at the small of her waist to hold her.
He smiled in response to the question. "You've always been pretty Sheila. You can't blame me for taking it in."
Shego rolled her eyes and snorted at the corny reply and buried her face into the crook of his neck. Planting a kiss on his collar bone she whispered "Good answer".