Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possile. Sue me Disney, go ahead. Zues and Thor owe me favors...
Ron sat on the edge of his bed, thoroughly exhausted. He had to nearly tie down Kim to keep her hands out of his pants on the flight back home. Kim and Shego had finally struck a deal earlier, Shego would stay behind at the lair and 'convince' Drakken to figure out an antidote to whatever had thrown the girls sex drive into overload. Ron'd had a beast of a time convincing Kim to stay home but he painted a fairly vivid picture of a probe containing him and probably Shego being launched into a black hole. That had done the trick.
Ron stripped down and took a long cold shower, trying to ease the bruises, scratches, and bites Shego and Kim had left across his body. When Ron got back into his bedroom he saw a sight that would make a lesser man run in fear, Shego stand in the middle of his room.
"Sup?" Ron asked, gripping the towel around his waist tighter.
"Mixed bag of news. One, whatever caused... earlier," Shego started with a blush, "Is currently incurable. Either Princess and I will shake the effects off on our own or we'll be spending a goodly portion of the rest of our lives really, really horny."
Ron tried to keep from showing how much his own sex drive seemed to enjoy that idea. He'd either end up with a plasma ball to the gut or tied down and used. And given how sore he was from earlier, neither seemed too great an idea. "So, you and Kim..."
"Even without the slut-candles' effects I've thought she was hot for a while. Why do you think I spent so much time around her when my personalty got flipped?" Shego started
"I had a couple of theories but I kept my mouth shut, mostly for survival reasons," Ron said moving to his dresser, pulling out a pair of lounge pants and a t-shirt.
"Smart move. Just because you have a tree trunk between your legs doesn't mean I won't give you a burn for stepping out of line," Shego said, holding up a lit hand and smiling slyly.
Ron, now pulling on his sleepwear, felt a bit of confidence come. "Ok. Little quid pro quo. I'm curious about you. You don't have to answer any questions you don't want to but since I've seen you naked I'm curious about you."
"Ok. What do you want to know? One wrong question though," Shego said lifting her hand and igniting it again, "And Princess is going to find herself single."
"Right. Why don't you start?"
"Coward," Shego smirked. "Ok, how long have you and Princess known eachother?"
"Since our first day of pre-k."
"Okay, your turn."
"What made you turn to the dark side? A side from the fact they have cookies and Hego's an asshat,"
Shego laughed at Ron's assesment of her brother before her face turned serious, "I saw the law fail when we, Team Go that is, practicly gift wrapped a villain for the cops. Maybe someday I'll tell you more but it's still too painful to talk about what came next."
Ron sat next to the emerald woman sitting at the foot of his bed and put an arm around his shoulder and squeezed gently. "I'm not going to force anything Shego. Aside from the fact you'd fry me eight ways from Tuesday, the most important part in any relationship is trust. I trust you'll tell me when you're ready."
"And if Drakken manages to un-nympho us?"
"Then I'd ask you if you'd still want to be friends. I didn't like hanging while you were Miss Go, my reasons being a mix of dislike for Barkin and fear you were trying to steal Kim away."
"Young nubile cheerleader. Can't blame my bubble headed alter ego for trying."
Ron's eyes go kinda blank for a moment before he says, "No, I can't. I do believe it's your turn to ask me a question."
"Say Drakken can't fix Kimmie and I, would you go into an envious rage if she and I spent time together?"
"Not so much, as long as you aren't going to try and keep Kim to yourself."
"I can share. Miss Go would have too if you'd have said something."
"Now I feel even worse for dropping the ugly mind-fucking helmet,"
"Don't be. I did hate being her honestly," Shego said as she laid back on Ron's bed. "Your turn."
"Would you consider quitting as Drakken's henchwoman and working with Kim and I?" Ron asked.
"I just might. Might cause you two some troubles, my jacket's almost as thick as your cock."
"Global Justice owes Kim a few favors still. They'll probably erase your record and put you on probabtion with Kim or I as your handler."
"Handler? Sounds like an S&M term," Shego said with a smirk.
"Given time I could hand make a bunch of the gear needed. Blindfold, ballgag, hancdcuffs, just about anything we'd need."
"Reeeaaally? I'll give Lipsky my two weeks notice in the morning."
"Before or after I make breakfast?"
"You cook well?"
"I once turned the high school cafeteria into a five star restaurant."
"Hmmm, good in bed and can cook. Drew's getting two minutes notice instead."
"Until then Shego, take the bed. I'll sleep on the couch."
"Suddenly don't want me?"
"Taking more will power than you can imagine not to jump you right now but it wouldn't be right. We're not in our right minds and Kim isn't here. Earlier wasn't cheating since she was there, now it would be."
"Fine. But you better call Kimmie over first thing in the morning."
"Was planning to. We need to discuss how... we are going to work," Ron said grabbing a pillow and extra blanket from his closet.
"If worse comes to worst, I'll steal you both," Shego replied with a playful smirk.
"We'll burn that bridge when we come to it. For now, I need sleep. Good night Shego."