They never talked about it. They never once spoke of what they were doing. In fact, they had pretty well gone back to their normal behavior (where he rants and she pretends to listen- where he plots and she mocks). That is until their blood boiled from the other person's idiocy and tensions were so high that the only way to make it go away was by losing themselves in each other. Shego would be lying if she said she didn't find it all incredibly sexy. It was secretive and fun and what made it better was that there were no labels. No talking meant no feelings. They could have their fun, and when they were done, they'd go back to their usual daily activities. Nothing had to change.
Their last argument was about his scheme to make all other geniuses stupid to make himself seem smarter. He had dragged her here to Montana, and for what? She knew it would fail before they started, and she rightfully told him that. And now here she was in his cabin with his hand over her mouth to muffle her moans so that the henchmen didn't hear them.
When they were finished, Drakken stayed on top of her, trailing kisses down her neck and to her collarbone when he felt a sting in his neck. "Ow, what the-"
Shego's eyes grew wide as she saw what he didn't. Her hands had ignited without her permission. She quickly withdrew the plasma. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."
He playfully pouted. "Since when do you not have control over your powers?"
She smirked. "Oh, I'm very much in control, Doc." She flipped them so that she was now on top. Her hair dangled over his naked body, and she pinned his hands to his sides. This time she was in control, and she felt his need for her at his waist. She smirked again as she kissed him, and their tensions were once again released.
…..
Drakken jumped in the hovercar as they escaped the Possible clan. Shego glared at him and smirked. "Hey Doc, uh, why are you wearing a barrel?"
"Huh?" Drakken looked down and blushed. "Oh, I- uh-"
Shego giggled. "What's the matter? Was the cowboy suit not ridiculous enough?"
"Nygh! Shego!" He crossed his arms over his chest. "The trojan horse took my pants," he mumbled, but he knew she heard him when she busted out in uncontrollable laughter. "Argh! Just drive, Shego!"
She wiped a tear from her face as her laughter died down. "Oh, man, how did I miss that?"
Drakken frowned. "Shego, stop mocking me or I will-"
She raised an eyebrow. "Or you'll what, Doc? Roll over me with that thing?"
"Ngyh!" He shoved her shoulder playfully, but he shoved her a little too hard, causing her to steer too far to the left. Before she knew it, there was a big bang as the hover car crashed into a tree. Both Drakken and Shego fell to the ground, bits and pieces of the hovercar scattered around them.
"What the hell did you do that for?" Shego crossed her arms. "Now how are we supposed to get home?"
He groaned. "I'm fine. Thanks for asking."
She rolled her eyes. "Yeah well now we're stuck in the middle of nowhere!"
"No we're not! We're-" he stopped and looked around. He frowned when he realized she was right. They were in the middle of nowhere. Not a single road, crosswalk, or building was in sight. They had crashed into a forest, and he honestly had no clue which direction was what. Shego's face softened as she laughed again, causing Drakken to frown at her. "And what about this is so funny?"
"We're stuck in the middle of God knows where, and you have no pants." She crossed her arms over stomach as it ached from her laughing so hard.
"Nygh! Shego! This is not a laughing matter!"
She cleared her throat. "Yeah, yeah, it was just-" She eyed him up and down, and that barrel around him had her erupting in laughter again. He crossed his arms and groaned.
…
Drakken and Shego had walked for miles. It was now pitch dark outside, and he was getting tired. Shego had insisted she knew the way to the next town over, but Drakken was beginning to doubt her. He was covered in sweat, and he was panting. "Shego, I'm about to die."
She shrugged. "Lose the barrel."
He glared at her. Of course she was in perfect shape and had no issues walking this long, but he felt like an elephant was sitting on his chest. "Why would I lose the barrel?"
She rolled her eyes. "You're carrying extra weight. Take it off."
"But I have no pants!"
She smirked. "Nothing I haven't already seen, Doc."
Drakken blushed. This new development in their relationship threw him for a loop. They never talked about it (everything always went wrong when they talked), and he wasn't sure how he felt about this no strings attached thing they had going on. On one hand, he knew he had feelings for her, and the sex made those feelings resurface in a way he was really trying to avoid. On the other hand, everything about it was magical and wonderful, and dammit, he would take her any way he could have her. If that meant disregarding his own emotions so that he could have that sweet pleasure, then so be it. She was intoxicating, and he loved every minute of it.
"Fine," he mumbled as he tried to wiggle himself out of the barrel. He struggled, but his arms were stuck, and he suddenly felt like he couldn't breathe. "Shego! A little help here!"
She chuckled. "Nah. I kind of like this view. Very entertaining."
"Nygh! Argh! Shego!" Drakken squirmed, but he made his situation worse as he got his hand stuck inside the barrel. She sighed as she blasted him, causing the barrel to break into pieces around him. He fell to the ground, but he was free of the barrel. He frowned. "You could have just lifted it off of me."
She shrugged. "And where would the fun in that be?" She looked down at his boxers and smirked. "Yellow really isn't much of your color, Dr. D."
He blushed. "Ngyh! Just lead us to the nearest town, Shego! We'll have to get a hotel tonight and call Hank in the morning to come get us."
"Yeah, yeah," she mumbled as she started walking again.
He blindly followed her, and they were silent for a few moments before he spoke again. "Are you sure this is the correct way?"
She ignited her hands. "If you question me one more time, I swear."
He smiled nervously. "Just checking."
….
It was one in the morning before they reached the nearest hotel. Shego had to make some threats to get them this room, but they finally made it. After Drakken took a much needed shower, his legs nearly gave out as he collapsed onto the bed. Shego had been sitting on the bed flipping through a magazine, but she put it down once he was next to her. She smiled when he looked up at her. "What?" he asked.
She shrugged. "I told you I knew the way."
He rolled his eyes. "Are you really not even phased by how much walking we did? My legs feel like jelly."
She sunk down in the bed so that she was lying next to him. "I'm tired, but no. I don't feel like I'm going to die."
He shook his head in disbelief. "Remind me to have you show me your workout routine when we get home."
She giggled. "Oh trust me, you won't be walking for a few days, Doc." He grinned at her as he closed his eyes. Sleep would come easy to him. On impulse, one of his hands snaked around her waist as he started to doze. "Uh, Doc. What are you doing?"
His eyes shot open. Shit. They weren't in a relationship. Just because they had had sex a couple of times (okay, it's been more than a couple but he definitely wasn't counting; that would be weird.) doesn't mean that he could treat her like a girlfriend. She wasn't one, and he had no idea why his subconscious was trying to treat this like something it wasn't. "Uh, sorry, I was just-"
Her smirk told him that she wasn't angry. "Just go to sleep, Dr. D."
He nodded. "Right. Goodnight, Shego." It didn't take long for him to drift off.
…..
Drakken awoke when he heard the birds chirping outside. It may be morning, but he felt like he had been hit by a semi truck. All that walking took a massive toll on him. When he opened his eyes, he felt his heart pound loudly. Shego's hair was sprawled out over the bedsheets. She was snuggled up against his body, and her head rested on his bare chest as she slept. He smirked. So much for not cuddling.
He took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. He wanted to savor this moment as he knew that when she woke up, she would return to her normal bitterness. He repositioned so that his body was closer to hers, and he stroked her hair gently. He closed his eyes again and let himself fall back into a blissful sleep as he held her.