A/N: Hi. I've been here the whole time, what're you talking about? *shifty eyes*

Below is the third and final installment to the elongated "one-shot" of Kiss with a Fist by Florence and the Machine. It gets a little steamy, but nothing detailed enough to garner a 'M' rating. So proceed freely knowing good ol' PG-13 lovin' lies ahead.

Disclaimer: I do not own Drakken or Shego.

My black eye casts no shadow

Your red eye sees no blame

Your slaps don't stick

Your kicks don't hit

So we remain the same

Blood sticks, sweat drips

Break the lock if it don't fit

A kick in the teeth is good for some

A kiss with a fist is better than none

- Kiss with a Fist, Florence + the Machine

Drakken let out a strangled cry of pain and disbelief. The distinct metallic taste of blood coated his mouth as Shego's fist withdrew.

"WHAT THE H – " Drakken screamed. He felt an unusual pull at the corner of his top lip, and he was sure it was split. Before he could complete his outcry, Shego's fist came at him again. This time he dove out of the way.

"Shego," he gasped, "what're you doing?"

"You wanted to learn how to fight, Drakken," Shego growled, lunging after him. "You never know when your assailant is gonna strike!"

She went to punch him again, but Drakken rolled out of the way and her claws connected with the soft floor mats. There were a few more aggravating moments where Drakken merely evaded Shego's advances, leaping and somersaulting out of her path. She was too mad to accurately time or aim her hits. She opted to not use her plasma, either. She didn't want to actually hurt him, just beat him up a little for making her feel hurt and insecure.

Shego let loose a scream as Drakken ducked and ran from another assault of hers. "WILL YOU FRIGGIN' FIGHT ALREADY?!"

The sheer ferocity of her voice made him freeze. He watched – as if in slow motion – Shego run towards him, fist curled, drawing back, preparing for another blow. Is that what she wanted? She really wanted him to fight her? She wanted him to really hit her? When he had asked her to teach him how to fight he hadn't meant her!

He didn't know if he could do that . . . but he also didn't want her to hit him again.

"She-Shego," he whimpered.

But she didn't hear him, she continued to fly towards him, teeth bared and eyes wide with fury. Drakken felt his hands curl into fists, and came to rest in front of his face. He closed his eyes tightly, held his breath, drew his right hand back, and thrust it forward. He felt it connect with something soft, smooth, and firm. He withdrew quickly. When he didn't feel Shego's hands on him, he cracked an eye open.

The sight before him made his stomach drop.

Shego was picking herself up off of the floor, her hand cupping the left side of her jaw. She wore a dazed and stunned expression. Eventually her eyes found Drakken's, looking at him in disbelief.

Drakken gulped. He had just hit a woman! Not just any woman – Shego! A woman physically capable of ripping him limb from limb; a woman unbound by the scruples that would keep her from doing so.

"She-Shego," he whimpered again, "I'm sorry. I – " He stopped short again, noticing the crazed smile crossing over her face.

"Don't be sorry," she breathed.

She was slack jawed still, her hand holding her assaulted cheek. Her fiery green eyes darted across his face. She actually looked impressed, pleased. Drakken felt his shoulders tense, unsure of what to expect.

As before, Shego lurched forward without warning, her nails bearing down on him. Drakken yelped, and stepped back, his arms flying up to protect himself. Without realizing, his vines burst forward, wrapped themselves around the airborne Shego, and hurled her across the gym.

"HEY!" she yelled indignantly once she was back on her feet. Her arms were taut at her sides, fists clenched tightly. "We didn't say anything about powers!"

"We didn't say anything about actually fighting each other!" Drakken countered. "I just wanted a lesson!"

"Learn by doing, Dr. D!" Shego roared, her hands igniting in fluorescent green plasma.

Drakken gulped and took a couple cautionary steps back. Shego let loose two fiery blasts, and Drakken dove out of the way. He looked over his shoulder at the new smoldering, gaping halls in his lair's wall, and growled.

"That's coming out of your paycheck I hope you know!"

He turned his head and yelped as he was bull-rushed by a flash of black. He grunted as Shego's petite, yet dense, body slammed his back into the floor. She pinned him down with her legs and punched him in the face for a second time – same spot.

Dimly, Drakken's mind flashed back to his formative years where Lee Jepson, the elementary school bully, would hold him down in a similar fashion and wail on him. He got angry. He didn't want to be someone's punching bag again, and his right arm flew up and smacked Shego in the side of her head. The force dislodged her, and she rolled off to the side, clutching her ear.

Drakken got onto his knees, and a vine slipped out from under his shirt, and wrapped itself around Shego's ankle. The plant snapped like a whip and flung Shego across the gym, into the far wall. Shego landed with a groan. She was vividly reminded of when Warmonga threw her through a door . . . and that cold pit resettled in her stomach at the thought. Shego brought herself to her hands and knees, fighting the reemerging feelings of hurt and disappointment. Shego decided to mask them, as she usually did, with anger. After a few breaths, she looked up. Drakken had gotten back onto his feet; the vine still hovered by his side. Shego picked herself up, and faced him. Her hand was still gently rubbing her ear, and Drakken felt his resolve falter.

"Are you alright?" he asked, the vine drooping a little.

"Yes," Shego snarled, dropping her hand.

As Shego dropped her hand, Drakken brought his up to his jaw and lips. Now that the danger seemed to be gone, his adrenaline was wearing off and the throbbing in his mouth and cheek were not as easy to ignore. He felt a small whimper ripple in the back of his throat as the ache settled deep into his teeth. He looked back up at Shego and saw that her face had settled into a deep, dark scowl.

"WHAT?"

Shego didn't answer. Instead she averted her gaze and began stalking across the gym towards Drakken. He flinched as she breezed by him, again the malice seeming to waft off of her like a violent perfume. She didn't spare him a glance and he watched how her shoulders and back seemed to grow even more tense with each step she took.

"What did I do?" Drakken cried after her. Shego stopped short of the door, but didn't turn around to look at him. Her fingers twitched at her sides.

How could he be so dumb?

She spun on her foot and stormed over to Drakken. Once in range, she raised her hand and slapped him so fast - so hard - that it didn't register. All Drakken knew was that one moment he was looking at Shego, the next his head was spun to the right, and the strange numbness that precedes intense pain was spreading across his face. To him, a slap seemed much more personal than a punch. As if the reason Shego had been so moody lately had been balled up in her fist, and now hitting him with an open hand was a way of opening up.

What did she want?

He felt a few small streaks sting on the apple of his cheek; she had taken special care to claw at him, as well as slap. He felt tiny droplets of blood begin to surround his eye. He squeezed his eyes shut as the stinging pain mounted. He was trying so hard to keep calm. His entire body quaked from the inside out and his hands curled into taut fists at his sides. Drakken's eyes snapped open, and before he could really consider the ramifications of his actions, he punched Shego in the face.

She cried out and stumble back, clutching her right eye. Instantly, Drakken recoiled.

"Shego!" he gasped. "I'm sorry! I – I don't know what came over me!"

He went to take cautionary step forward to inspect the injury, but was immediately tackled to the floor. Drakken tensed as he waited for the abuse to begin, but it never came. Belatedly, he realized that the only pressure he felt – besides being pressed against the floor – was on his mouth. He could feel his split lip being pulled open again, and he carefully peeked through his closed eyelids. What he saw made his eyes snap open in shock.

Shego's green eyes, fiery with determination, were boaring into him, her lips pressed fully and unapologetically on his. She gave him a look that dared him to try and stop her. Shego slipped a hand underneath Drakken's head and closed her eyes as she stretched her lips across his, forcibly deepening the kiss.

Finally, Drakken ceded. He slackened under her, closed his eyes, and did his best to catch up with her mouth.

"This . . . is nice," he thought. He was still confused, unsure of how or why she would go from wanting to beat the snot out of him to kissing him like this. "Is this what she wanted?"

Shego pressed the length of her body against his, giving Drakken the confidence to wrap his arms around her and hold her securely. Apparently, this is what she wanted. Had he read her wrong all along? Was that demure smile at the awards ceremony more than he dared to believe? She flew to space to rescue more than her employer? He felt her tongue run along his bottom lip. Drakken obliged, opening his mouth against hers. As their tongues tangled between them, Drakken pushed away from the floor, rolling Shego onto her back.

Not that she would tell him this, but Shego was privately ecstatic that he took some level of initiative. She wrapped her legs around his hips, crossed her ankles together, and held onto him even tighter, enveloping his mouth hungrily. She had needed to do something. The discomfort was too great to bear. She couldn't muster up the vulnerability to verbally tell him, "I want you. You hurt me, but I still want you." She decided it was easier to bypass the emotional conversation and get straight to the fun stuff. Again, not she would tell him this, but she was absolutely relieved that he pawed at her body and kissed her as feverishly and unrelentingly as she did him. She could feel her right eye throb, beginning to swell up, but she really didn't care. She got what she wanted.

Shego gave a small jump and gasped into Drakken's mouth as his hand purposely groped her right buttock, using the leverage it gave him to grind against her pubic bone. Shego groaned and pulled his head closer to hers, pushing her tongue as far as she could into his mouth. She was delighted that he seemed as undone as her, but she was ever so slightly unnerved by how confidently and unapologetically he was handling her. She didn't think he had much experience . . .

"Stop thinking about it, and just enjoy," a voice that sounded suspiciously like her own whispered in the back of her head. Drakken kissed her deeply, and then took his hot mouth to that spot on her neck between her jaw and jar. He tongued it, and then sucked hard. Shego gasped, arching her back instinctively. She felt her nipples pulling hard at the tight fabric of her sports bra.

The need to remove clothes became and be touched more became overwhelming. Breathing raggedly, Shego pulled Drakken's face back up to hers and began to devour it again, opting for actions instead of words to get her point across.

Who needed words when you had fists and lips?

Almost an hour later, Drakken and Shego found themselves lying next to one another, staring at the ceiling above Drakken's bed. Both breathing heavier than normal, bemused and befuddled expressions covering their faces. The red comforter that covered their naked bodies was singed and smoking; a great many leaves an flower petals were strewn around the room.

It was by no means a conventional start to a relationship, but neither did conventional very well.

A/N: I do have a couple other plot bunnies up my sleeve, so keep a sharp eye out. Thank you for reading, please leave a review :)

(For inquiring minds, I will be updating Red and Black in the next month or so)