A/N: much love too bcbdrums for editing!

Domestic

Drakken hummed away as he flipped through his latest scribbles. He'd gotten a few solid hours sleep without any mental interruption, so he was in good spirits. He grinned at his blueprints, or rather the copy of blueprints of a building that would aid him in getting his newest key to success: underwater turbines. Far too many people knew where their lair was now and before he could confidently go forth with world domination. He needed a new secure location. He heard the lab door open and continued to hum away as he made a list of things he needed for a new lair.

"Morning, Shego," he said in a sing-song tone.

"Uhg, can you not. I'm having flashbacks to Dr. Bubblegum," scoffed Shego as she came in wearing sunglasses and a black and green dress.

"Shego, what are you wearing?" asked Drakken with a raised brow as she sat in her usual chair and drank from a bottle of water.

"Clothes. I hope." She suddenly looked at herself and sighed in relief. "Yeah, clothes."

"Yes, but... You're wearing a dress...and heels...in the lab," said Drakken, standing and gesturing to her attire.

"Listen, I barely made it back from Morocco," groaned Shego as she rubbed her head. "Junior invited Adrena to his birthday thing, and well, it got way out of hand."

"Shego, are you hung over?" asked Drakken as he approached her and crossed his arms.

"Uh, no," said Shego. Drakken kicked a metal trashcan and she groaned. "Fine. Yes, uhg. It'll be gone in an hour tops. Just, pretend I'm not here."

"Shego, the lab is no place for heels and dresses," whined Drakken. "It's a safety hazard."

"Dr. D. In the last two weeks, I've had yet to actually DO anything in here. Is today any different?" She made a lazy hand gesture as she swung her legs over the arm of her chair and grabbed her magazine.

"...Well...no," said Drakken as he sat back down and slumped in his chair. "I'm mostly trying to get everything figured out for a new lair."

"So," Shego shrugged, "I don't really have to change then."

"I suppose not," Drakken glared. "It's highly unprofessional, Shego."

"Friday morning I walked in on you drinking milk from the container in your pajamas," smirked Shego as she lowered her sunglasses down her nose. "Do we really want to talk professional?"

"First, I wasn't on the clock. Second, I had no idea anyone was going to be up at that hour. Third," said Drakken with a glare, "It won't happen again."

"Pft, sure," she rolled her eyes and put her sunglasses back on. "I'm not trying to make a big deal about it. Do you have a problem with what I wear?"

"I…I don't care what you wear," scoffed Drakken. He made a vague hand gesture towards the center of the lab. "Wear a dress if you don't care about lab safety."

"Fine. I will," said Shego, flipping a page. "Wear pajamas. In fact I don't care if you run around in boxers."

"I will," retorted Drakken as he began scribbling his list.

"Well?" Shego was leaning on her palm and smirking at him.

"Well, what?" glared Drakken as he looked up at Shego, his good mood starting to sour.

"...Ohm," Shego seemed suddenly unsure of her own thoughts as she shook her head. "So, casual wear around the lair's not a problem?"

"Sure, I don't care," said Drakken as he resumed writing.

"That's a nice...outfit," said Drakken as Shego walked into the lab the next morning.

"Thanks. I got it in Morocco," smirked Shego as she waved an arm under her black and green capette and took a seat. "The heels were a steal. Literally. I was not paying 1500 dollars when I could just walk out in them."

"Ridiculous. For heels?" scoffed Drakken, but then he smirked. "Well then show them off all you want. A "walk and nab" deserves attention."

"I know, right?" she grinned. Drakken saw her look at him longer than normal.

"Yes, Shego?" He felt a little uncomfortable.

"Nothing. Just, wondering how comfortable that coat is when you're writing," she grabbed her file and looked at her un-gloved nails.

"I'm fine," stated Drakken, though he did notice suddenly how heavy his sleeve was against the desk.

"'Morning."

Drakken jumped as Shego's voice came from behind him, causing him to drop the milk.

"Morning, Shego," groaned Drakken as he picked it up; only a little had spilled.

Drakken sat down at the small table in the shared kitchen. It was only he and Shego who used this one, and he hadn't expected her to be up.

He felt suddenly uncomfortable as he tightened his robe over his sleepwear. He became even more uncomfortable at the fact Shego, who normally wore a robe or layered attire, was only wearing a night shirt and shorts. He felt like he should say something, but she seemed un-phased by how either of them appeared, so he let it go.

Shego sat across from him with a cup of coffee and gave a tired smirk.

"Those the boxers you spoke of?" Her cheeky expression suddenly made him less uncomfortable as he rolled her eyes. "Are those skulls?"

"Yes they are," said Drakken. He looked at the clock on the wall. "I think I'm going to get dressed and head to the lab."

"Why not just wear that?" shrugged Shego. Her eyes seemed to have a glint of mischief. "I'm wearing this."

"No you're not," he snapped with a more authoritative tone than he had intended. Her eyes shot open.

"Wow." He internally groaned at the devious grin on her face. "Why's that Doc? Too much of a distraction?"

"No... It's just— Shorts aren't exactly…" He knew she was going to spin this, so he narrowed his eyes. "I'm letting casual clothes slide, but pajamas are out of the question. The last thing anyone wants is the henchman making excuses to parade by the lab to gape at you and not get their work done."

"Ah, so it is distracting," said Shego. She held up her leg. "Too much skin?"

"Yes," said Drakken. He crossed his arms and cleared his throat. "I may be immune to you. They are not."

"Ah. The immunity," nodded Shego as she put her leg down and her smirk faded. "Suppose you're right. Uhg, like I want to add to Smith's fantasies."

"Exactly," said Drakken as he walked out the doorway. He doubled back. "Who's Smith?"

"So then I just walked out with it," said Shego casually as she lounged in her usual chair in Drakken's office.

"Yes, cakewalk getting the water turbines…" nodded Drakken. He sighed. "Shego. Question."

"If it's about the band shirt you're wearing, yes, I think it's lame," responded Shego as she examined a button on her tank top. Drakken scowled. "What?"

"First off, you made a big deal about me wearing a polo and not understanding casual wear? That wasn't the question. The question is...why am I painting your toenails?" asked Drakken as he did just that as her feet hung over his arm rest.

"I did loan you a few grand... And I didn't feel like going to Greece for my normal spa session... AND those shoes show off my toes more than I planned... So, yeah," said Shego. Drakken glared at her and she grinned. "Friendship."

"Why is it you can use that for this, yet when I asked you to go to pick me up ONE thing, you said I couldn't use that excuse?" he asked as he continued painting her nails. "Also. Why purple?"

"You wanted me to go to that nerdy shop and get you some stupid game. Yeah. No. Not happening," scoffed Shego as she grabbed a magazine. "Purple because I have this dress I want to wear this weekend and it has purple in it, so yeah."

"Is it the black and green one with the purple stones on the belt?" asked Drakken with a sigh.

"Yeah it is..." Shego put her magazine down and looked at him.

"I don't think this is the right color purple," said Drakken as he held up the bottle.

"How do you know about that dress...? I just got that dress," glared Shego. Drakken looked up.

"You circled it six times in the same magazine I got your green dress out of," said Drakken. "I just thought that one wasn't as nice as the green one."

"Yeah well the green one wasn't on sale," shrugged Shego, she raised a brow, "Are you reading Villainess Style?

"Can we not..." Drakken was cut off as Lucius and two other henchmen came into the doorway. They too were dressed in casual clothes, save for their usual head gear.

"Dr. Drakken. Kim Possible is breaking into the lair," said Lucius, just as the sirens went off, "Now."

"Well, what are you doing here, go put up the defenses," responded Drakken as he and Shego jumped up.

"Guess she got wind of the turbines," growled Shego. She froze then and looked at herself.

"It was only a...matter..." Drakken looked at Shego and then to himself. He hung his head. "Shego."

"Before you start, I am aware of how unintimidating wearing jeans and a tank top are," snapped Shego as she kicked off her heels and they both began racing down the hallway. "You get your coat. I'll grab my suit."

"This is exactly why casual week is not conducive to villainy," whined Drakken as he sprinted to his room and Shego to hers.

"Neither is your arch-nemesis knowing your address," yelled Shego as she came out of her room, her jacket unzipped and hopping on one foot trying to get her boot on.

"Yeah, well, I'm working on that," said Drakken. He nearly tripped shoving his boot on as he fiddled with his belt. Shego attempted to help him. "Damn it. This is the one that gets stuck."

"Will you hurry up, the last thing we need—"

"Whoa."

They both looked up to see Kim and Ron standing in front of them.

"KP, I think we're interrupting something."

"I'll say," said Kim, a cocky smirk on her face.

"Kim Possible!" snapped Drakken as he tied his belt together in a quick effort and Shego zipped up her top.

"Sorry to get in the way of your fun, but we'll be taking those turbines back," said Kim, her arms crossed.

"Kill joy," snarled Shego, her hands flaring.

"Henchman," bellowed Drakken. His face fell as he watched them stumbling down the hall attempting to get their own attire on properly. "This is just great."

"Way to go Dr. Drakken," grinned Ron as Shego and Kim fought, he held up a hand. "Up top."

"...Sure," Drakken grinned evilly as he punched Ron.

"Not cool!" yelled Ron as he and Drakken began to fight.

"It's nothing personal Shego," said Kim as she kicked Shego, "but maybe next time you want to have a peaceful afternoon...don't steal from the federal government."

"You are WAY off base, Princess," snapped Shego as she swiped under Kim's legs. "You just caught us—"

"In an almost-compromising situation?" smirked Kim. She winked and Shego tossed a plasma blast at her. "Someone's still tense."

"Oh my god," growled Shego as she tackled Kim.

Drakken sat with an ice pack on his eye and head tilted upwards. Despite the side-kick's buffoonery...he really did know how to punch pretty hard. Drakken smirked; he'd gotten in a few good hits himself.

He glanced over at Shego, who had Kleenex in her nose and was still lying on the kitchen floor where she and he had staggered after the fight. The ice that she'd casually just let fall on her was now melted in a pool around her. Drakken looked at his feet. He had one boot on and the other was somewhere down the hall. He hadn't even put his gloves on before Possible had showed up.

"Shego," sighed Drakken.

"No more casual week," she stated with a deep exhale.

"Yes," Drakken groaned in response.

"Agreed," was the only response before the two fell silent.

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