X. Reveal-ations

A/N

Hey there, lovely reader! Based on the title, I bet you can assume what this Author's Note is for. This chapter contains pretty much only adult content, so it's intended for readers 18 and older. If that's you, awesome! Enjoy the read. If not, or it's not your cup of tea, no worries, I am releasing a K+ version.

All you need to know is that this chapter features some affectionate moments between our two favorite villains from the show.

I have listened to Devo all of my life but lately I've been digging the song "Faster and Faster" by Devo… if you wanna check that out. It's from old Drew's beloved favorite album, New Traditionalists.

Yours cruelly,

Alien Mex Fiend

Drakken giggled, a sort of strangely-pitched laugh, one mostly out of nervousness, much to Shego's surprise. His grave visage in the dim, cold light with such an expression was an odd visual. She felt a deep joy in seeing him happy, though. He was almost giddy with delight. He reached out his arms, desiring to hold and embrace her. "Shego, come here! Can I hold you, um, Dumpling? Is that a good pet-name? Can I call you that?". "You have called me that in the past… I'm okay with that… you're adorable." She turned slightly and smirked. He looked up at her and watched helplessly as she sat this time across his lap, wrapping one arm around him. He did not immediately know what to do and fumbled the interaction by fidgeting under her and then holding the sides of her waist. She patted his cheek and nuzzled her nose to his.

She opened her full lips and leaned into him, holding more firmly the side of his face and his shoulder close to his neck. He felt there was nothing he could do but to open his mouth slightly too. He shivered and tensed as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer to him, tightening their embrace. She pushed her mouth into his, pressing her tongue against his and grazing the roof of his mouth. He became slightly alarmed by this and pulled away from their kiss. But Drakken did not let go of her.

"Shego, I'm not all that- well, skilled at this sort of thing."

"You have made out with a woman before, haven't you?", she frowned.

"It's been a while!", he grumbled, looking mad. He looked to the side avoidantly, still offended.

"Calm down, okay? Let's try that again… shall we…?"

She opened her mouth and leaned into his face again. He turned his head more acutely and this time, it seemed his mouth responded the way he would have wanted it to. Her soft, wet mouth pushed into his and he felt his lips pressed against hers more firmly than before. Their tongues felt each other, the sensation caused them both to moan softly. His tongue pressed up against hers, and he decided to just do what came naturally to him. She felt her heart flutter. The satisfaction from that kiss was one to remember. He pulled away from her and wiped his mouth from their spit awkwardly. They both felt a bit numb from how intense it was, slightly out of breath.

"Oh my, it's quite warm in this room, no? Just me?", he asked, smiling, his brow upturned in nervous delight.

"You mean, like, flirtatiously or literally."

"I mostly meant in a literal way. I'm sweating in this damn heat." He shrugged.

"Well… I would have to agree."

Shego sat back down beside him, facing him at an angle. Drakken held the back of his hand against his forehead and pushed back his hair. He was slightly sweating in the stuffy basement air. The stale atmosphere made her own face feel sticky. Moved by the newly uncovered mutual revelation, she decided to play a risky move. She was admittedly practiced and experienced at such things, but with a man like Dr. D... well, he was a whole different thing altogether.

She fanned herself, sighing. The tension in his chest began to burn slightly more than it had been, his face becoming flushed.

"Ughhh. Its so gross in here, I'm freaking melting."

"It's miserable. Look at this glorious mane, ruined, and this basement took it away from me." Drakken chuckled, then took out his hair tie and re-tied it, throwing his head back to re-adjust it. He shrugged. "But we're having a good time, I think."

She smiled coyly; his brief gesture did something for her. She unbuttoned her boot pouch and grabbed a hair tie, tying up her hair and clipping the rest up into a ponytail. She shook her head a little bit, and her flowing locks waved in shiny black ribbons. Shego gave him an amorous look, and even in the dark, grey concrete box they found themselves in, he felt his cold heart flutter for a moment. He looked away and inspected his black leather gloves. Drakken had a sneaking suspicion Shego was up to something.

"Okay, these have to go."

She kicked off her boots and flung her gloves to the side. He unzipped his boots as well and placed them aside, revealing black socks with stars and astronaut wolves. She expected nothing less. Rolling up his sleeves undoing part of his collar, he relaxed. "Much better."

"Not really," she said, tugging on her collar and a little click was heard as the clasp released. She then unbuttoned the top of her suit. She sighed in relief, about to unzip the top panel.

"Whoa, Shego! I'm right here, arrughh." He shielded the side of his eyes in somewhat feigned frustration and discomfort.

She ignored him and slowly, sensuously, unzipped her top, closing her eyes and sighing. Teasing was her forte. Her chest heaved as it emerged from the new opening, her cleavage sparkling softly in the dim light. Her lips parted, releasing a silent gasp. The black, fitted brassiere that adorned her endowed bust was nearly fully visible beneath. Her tone arms shifted to allow the suit to fall off her shoulders.

"SHEGO! Please!"

"Drakken, Drakken. I think you know what I'm doing." She rolled her eyes playfully. She spoke with such a frank, teasing tone, and it made him feel a certain way. "I want you." She held the suit's two top panels open, leaning her chest closer to him. The weight of her words hit him like a ton of bricks. He slowly turned to her and gazed flatly at her face, then his eyes fell to her greenish-fair flesh, and they lingered on her shapely bust, barely contained in that racy black garment.

"Well- that's- I-"

"Do you like what you see, Doc?". Her seduction was more direct this time…

"Um- yes, yes. Yes I do. Absolutely-", he gulped, holding his hand to his lips and stroking his ponytail sheepishly. She pressed her breasts into his side matching his eye level. "You... can hold me... if you want...", she looked into his eyes, "Go ahead, I don't bite- well, most times...", she chuckled. His body cringed.

Her voice whispered and lingered around him like heavy, aromatic smoke. Her finger traced the line of his labcoat's front panel slowly. "Hehehe... Drakken, come on. You haven't done this kind of thing very often, well, probably ever. It is what it is.", she said. He pulled on his collar, partially theatrical affectation, and genuinely because of the atmosphere. "I- I don't know Shego. I don't want to rush into anything. I'm already quite-", he caught his breath, swallowing. "Overwhelmed."

"Hmmm... Come on. I want to show you how much I care for you. And I want you to show me how much you care for me… Besides, what do we have to lose?" she hummed, caressing his face.

"Everything!".

"What?". Shego pulled away from him.

"Shego, everything would change, everything! I don't want to lose you. We've always just been- professionals. I knew you would probably stick around for money at the very least. And that was some reassurance to me. But, WAIT! I know now we have feelings! But this would make everything different."

She twisted her mouth in confused annoyance. "Just professionals? You are not "professional." He narrowed his eyes at her. "I would've left long ago. I found that in reality, I really don't mind, at this point we're going to stick together anyway. You have already pissed me off so much over the years. You are- a lot. But you know what? There is something to that. We put up with each other, and I think…" she crawled back closer to him and hugged his torso, "...we're all we have...just the two of us." She was being surprisingly genuine.

There was a still silence where only in the background air ducts and electrical gauges hummed as they looked into each other's eyes wistfully.

"We can make it if we tryyy...", he sang, snickering to himself, breaking their standstill, "...just two of us!". Shego giggled, "...building castles in the sky!", smiling widely.

"Aw. See that? That's what I'm talking about! That right there, Drakken. When you're not obsessed with trying to take over the world and I'm not being, well-".

"A bitch?"

She stared silently at him. He instantly regretted what he had said so thoughtlessly. Shego then began laughing very loudly and wildly, absolutely losing it in reaction to an amusing but bold insult. "AHAHAHAHAHAHA! I- I- WHY WOULD- AHAHAHAH!". Her laugh was so derisive and haughty. Her hands fell squarely on his wide shoulders with a clumsy weight. He couldn't help but glance quickly down at her bouncing chest and with embarrassment towards himself silently relished at the salacious sight in motion so close to him.

What is happening?

Suddenly she snarled, "Don't you ever say that kind of shit about me again!" Shego ignited one of her powerful hands. He shielded his face defensively. She gripped his shoulders harshly and pulled him to her, shaking him up. She glared into his surprised face, her hands pulling his tunic angrily. " Who the hell do you think you are?!". The grey area between her being threatening and jocular following these revelations seemed less ambiguous but never clear. "SO-rry!" He spaced out completely the moment she aggressively straddled him, pushing him down a bit with her pelvis. He winced momentarily as his head snapped to the side. She released his coat from her hands, shoved him, and put her hands on her hips, still straddling him.

At last, his often befuddled, convoluted mind came upon an obvious, but startling revelation: He really liked when she was like this. A lot.

Suddenly his eyes were completely wide open, more than before, the scar under his eye pulling his cheek on one side, making it more conspicuous than usual. His hands darted behind her to the back of his knees. She was right where she shouldn't be.

"Oh!", she said, a little surprised. He knew that she knew.

"Argh! NO- no- no- NO! Shit!", he cried in frustrated terror, his embarrassment was beyond almost anything he had experienced. His heart beat so fast he thought he would pass out at any moment. She was pushed away by him quite suddenly as his knees bent inward forcefully. But she still tried to relax a little bit into his lap, just as she began to settle, he flipped forcefully sideways, trying to avoid the obvious. His face was completely flushed, and his mouth turned into a frowning grimace. The more he resisted his own desires and urges the worse it got. He fought to turn completely sideways under her legs, in a vain effort to cover himself, groaning fretfully. "Get off of me!" he growled, humiliated, trying to push her away with his arms. She resisted his efforts and pulled off of him just a little bit.

Shego pulled her shoulders up and squinted her eyes shut, trying not to laugh or say the wrong thing. Completely cool as always, she lifted him upright again and straddled him again slowly. His body reacted with a shudder, wishing desperately she hadn't situated herself there. Their bodies were just too close now. She hugged his shoulders and comforted him with an understanding chuckle. He continued to become more nervous but was slightly grounded by her reaction to him. "Aww-haw-haw...Drakken... it's alright, it's alright," she, cooed, trying to comfort him, albeit not without some patronizing. She tried to soothe his anxiety, patting him on the back of his head, and stroking his ponytail. He avoided her eyes and held his forehead, his brow upturned with stress.

"Shego- I can't help it. I must be enjoying myself a bit too much, hmm?" he said regretfully. "No, no... just as much as you should be. I knew that it would happen..." she replied seductively, with a frank smirk, her tone of voice taking its familiar edge.

He held her to him and kissed her firmly, engaging in a slow, passionate moment. She kissed him back, softening her body. "You um… like when I get like that?", she smirked. "Um… Shego- I guess I always sort of liked it… kind of… it depends, really. I kinda dig it sometimes. Sometimes it does something for me", he said, holding her slim waist. "Fair enough. Now let's get back to it, stop avoiding it, please, Drakken. "

"Should we be- taking things slower, Shego?" he asked. There were some reservations he had, as one part if him wanted one thing, and the other already felt a strange anxiety over possibly regretting the boundaries they were crossing.

"Well, that depends. I'm certainly enjoying our time together, I'm so glad we talked…". Shego kissed him on the cheek and smiled, looking into his eyes.

"I do to. I would never have imagined. It's just that-well- clearly there's no going back."

"Nope. But its been so long since I've been that excited just to kiss someone…".

He went blank, seemingly reset to his state of confusion. "What am I supposed to say- to you?", he cocked his head to the side, "Am I going to... are we going to..."

"Oh come on. I thought you had 'game'!", she said sarcastically.

"This is different!", he shouted with impatient frustration, his hands balled into fists "Just tell me!"

"Quiet down, Drakken! Look, you can hold and touch me… I would love that..". She kissed his cheek and snaked her arms around his neck.

"That doesn't tell me anything!", he angrily replied. he was not in his element, quite clearly.

"Well... you could get your hands and raise them up and then stretch them towards my breasts... Then you go 'hur-dee-dur! Yeee-ah!', and give them a feel and a squeeze if you want, tell me 'doo-dee-doo ree-ow! So sexy Shego! Myerghhh! Hawhawhaw!' And then-."

"ENOUGH SHEGO! I'm not THAT clueless." he growled. She rolled her eyes and pulled her suit down her shoulders a bit more, placing her hands on the sides of his ribs. She almost presented her chest and body to him. He became flushed in the face again, bewildered by her advances and by romantic encounters as a whole. One look and introduction to him, and anyone just about could tell he almost certainly had no experience with women. Interestingly enough, he was only mostly aware of this fact himself.

Her body was something he hadn't failed to notice, he just chose not react to it. She was simply not even a consideration, much less an option to him. But here she was, practically making him engage in sensual foreplay. He admired her form from afar, when she walked, when she hovered as he worked, when she fought his foes, and even when she ridiculed him. What she now offered was to allow him to indulge in her beautiful body, offering him the erotic pleasure of experiencing her intimately. He didn't want to admit it to himself so distastefully, but he really fancied her shapely, womanly figure, especially her wonderfully busty top-half. Her curvaceous, ample rear-end and thighs also enticed him very much, actually, much more, but when it came to this uncharted territory, he decided to leave her glorious rump alone for now. He knew that what differentiated him from his peers in his community was that he chose not to entertain such perversions, and even if he did, he kept it to himself.

He took a deep breath as his gloved hands with their pointy fingers reached her very close bosom. He was shaking quite visibly. She took charge, kissing him sideways on the lips and gently grabbing his narrow wrists. She placed his rigid hands on her plush breasts, pushing into his palms, squishing herself on him. His hands relaxed at last, and he began to explore her voluptuous chest slowly. "Ohhh hohohh! Ohhhhh…. Just... perfect... you're so... soft... hmm hmm hmmm. Oh! So wonderful!". He was profoundly pleased with her, her chest was just delightful to him. "You're so funny, " she snickered. She let herself be vulnerable with him, while she had no problem with sexual affection and pleasures, he was simply different; and simply weirder than anyone else. "Hmmm... Not so bad, right? You can do a little more than that... or not Drakken, "she whispered. Her lips did not leave his as her words brushed across his lips. Her desire grew as she felt the smooth black leather of his gloves caressing her soft, tender flesh.

He suddenly focused very intently, his hands pausing, as though thinking, and planning ahead strategically. He leaned into her and held her tightly to him with one arm. He pushed down one of her suit's sleeves and felt her strong arm over. She got out of the other one herself and allowed the rest of it to fall down to her waist-belt. He wrapped his arms around her and felt her soft skin all around him, leaning his face into her lush cleavage. She took a deep, wavering breath and sighed, her face flushed, excited by this. He resumed caressing her, feeling her over and smiling in delight as she giggled and held him. "Ah, yes... Shego! Ah-ha-ha!"

"Ohh! That- that feels nice...". She reached behind her, arching her back, pulling the band of her bra outward. Her sensual sighs were incredibly tempting, entirely tantalizing.

He grabbed her arms gently, with urgency but without frantic energy this time. "Bit by bit, I have to get used to things. I can only handle so much, all in good time, dear."

"Well okay Druh-eww, geez." she said, shrugging as she stopped from going through with her torrid act, lifting her hands up as if to surrender. "For SHIT'S sake-" he began to yell, then paused, settling, "Don't get too frustrated, Shego. I will go at my own pace."

"Yeah, oh-kay! I'm trying to be more- chilled out. Try to take more action, I mean, you're all talk most of the time."

"AHCH! I know! I would try to do more if I knew you wouldn't-".

"Get angry and beat you up?".

"Well... yes!", he shrugged, cringing at himself.

"I always kinda had the idea you liked it when I got a little angry", she teased seductively.

"Not when you give me third degree burns, Shego! I'm not trying to die, you know."

"I won't do that. Come on Drakken, we're past that now. I'll tell you if I don't like something, so just go for it if you want to."

"Well then!," he said, putting his hands on his hips. "We shall see..." He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "I think I would like to get my mitts on that lovely toosh of yours! Hehehe," he chuckled. Shego shook her behind teasingly. He embraced her to him quickly, as his two hands slid down from the small of her back to her full behind. She was slightly startled by a firm, harsh grasping of her. "Har har har har...", he growled. She giggled. He leaned his head on her shoulder, nuzzling her neck and kissing it, while massaging her buttocks. He felt hot in the face, sighing as he tried to slow his mind desperately. She chuckled, gasping softly in pleasure as he continued to grasp the back of her thighs and her hips. She began to become aroused and flushed in the face.

"Don't think I haven't noticed how you taking sneak-peeks at my rear-end over the years. Subtlety is not your strong suit." she re-centered herself on his lap, firmly grinding on his lap briefly. "Umph! Oh, I love it...", he sighed. She gave him a soft kiss. "Shego, I am not a subtle man, everyone knows that." She opened her eyes and made an expression of annoyance. "Yeah, that's for damn sure."

Shego hugged Drakken tightly to her and pulled his upper body into a passionate kiss on the mouth. Her tongue slid into his mouth and flicked against his. She held his broad shoulders in her hands, and clutched them, full of desire for him. In the tightness of the embrace, she deliberately pressed her front against the center of his embarrassment. A tiny wavering sigh escaped her smiling lips in the middle of their kiss as she herself became stimulated in doing so. "Ohh…". He groaned with his eyes wide open, and sharply drew air through his clenched teeth. She smirked, softly encouraging him with her graceful hips, gently riding and grinding on his lap. She nuzzled her nose to his. He felt himself burning and burning, seemingly without any signs of stopping, against the dense fabric of his attire pushing down on his arousal.

He raised half of his brow, "ERGH! Why- why are you doing that?! YOU'RE MAKING IT WORSE!", he shouted as he grabbed her shoulders. "Quiet Down! And… Yeah. Isn't that kinda the point?", Shego raised an eyebrow condescendingly. "Auugh! Don't give me that shit, Shego. I'm not particularly experienced in these sorts of things. I'm too- right now- to deal with-", he silenced himself, frustrated. She engaged him in another passionate kiss, continuing to put a pleasurable push on his covered member, purposefully squeezing him between their bodies. He let out a strange, angry-sounding whimper.

"Ask yourself... do you like it? Isn't it making you feel good?" she asked, wrapping her arms around his neck and shoulders. She rolled her eyes and shrugged. "Well obviously you do like it. You said it yourself Dreeuw," she raised an eyebrow, "and this speaks for itself," she remarked with a sultry smirk, softly teasing that sensitive part of him with rather invasive fingers. It was a light touch, slow and graceful, and in disbelief he swallowed sharply.

He cried out with a high-pitched gasp, as his eyes snapped to her hand touching him. "AGHH! OF COURSE I DO!" he exclaimed, raising his fingertips to his mouth, "And don't call me Drew! You are just…", his voice faded, losing his train of thought as he tried to release his anger. "Don't be angry. There's no reason to be angry, that's not how you react to feeling this way..." she sighed. She hugged him, burying her head in the crook of his neck, her lips brushing against it. Her soft breath snuck under his collar and gave him chills. She softly kissed his neck and caressed his shoulders. She looked up at his face, "Stop shouting. Do you want me to keep going?"

"I'm going to take off my coat," he said hesitantly. "Oh! Fun… sounds about right…" she replied, leaning back. "And for Pete's sake, take off your gloves!" she added, twisting her face in confused frustration. He looked at her with annoyance, offended by her again. "You really don't know what to do with yourself, do you? You haven't had too many opportunities, have you?..." she sighed, shaking her head dismissively. "I- Well I think I must have been... too busy". He frowned. He removed his gloves, then grabbed her hands gently. She took them in her own, patting them gently as she gazed into his eyes. He felt her soft, warm skin in his hands and chuckled, pleased. Their hands were the same size, which he found somewhat embarrassing. Shego also noticed this upon holding his hands in hers without their gloves, but was not put off by it, as this was just another one of his many quirks. And, evidently, it seemed not to correlate to his manhood…

He admitted to himself that he was trying to buy time; in addition to the fact that he felt some disrobing might loosen him up. Also, he reasoned, this was definitely part of a sexual encounter. Now whether she was going to be particularly into what he had to offer was yet to be revealed.

Drakken knew better than to entertain the delusional notion that he was an attractive man; he was almost average at best, if not repulsive overall. He was... an acquired taste, he reasoned. Blue skin was not on most women's lists of desirable traits, neither were a lot other things he was... However, Shego did seem to have an attraction to him, didn't she? Perhaps her desire for intimacy with him could provide some much-needed confidence boosting.

Unfortunately, it didn't.

He behaved quite awkwardly throughout the entire time he removed his labcoat. The black collared shirt he wore underneath it was covered in sweat. The oppressive air in this basement obviously did him absolutely no favors. He unbuckled his waist-belt belt and underneath it was a normal belt, which, upon reflection, seemed like a bizarre fashion choice. Both of their attire choices were bizarre, anyway.

"Enough of this overthinking!" he grumbled out loud.

"Wait, even your brains talk too much?".

Drakken scoffed. "Yes. Yes they do. A scientist is always in deep thought," he responded flatly, smirking as he folded his coat and belt and put them next to his boots. He caught a quick glance of the key symptom of his urges and desires, sticking up through his trousers, and felt almost humiliated. All these years of holding back, well, totally ignoring his feelings and fleeting fantasies of her, ultimately failed. And it manifested in a substantially physical way for him as a man.

But it wasn't a failure, was it? Those times she would so brazenly tan and recline nearly naked right next to him, her playful but cruel teasing, those dresses she would try on and wear even when it was just them... all those hints and blatant flirtations. In hindsight she knew… but he did not. He had just thrown them out the window. After all, she had her pick of many men, preferring super buff and handsome fellows, and even more so ones with a lot of money. (He... had money... most times.) Shego definitely had a type- and they had her.

While Drakken cared for her very much, and even expressed affection in his own weird way, he shrugged at the idea. And, in a rare case of being emotionally grounded in life, he constantly chose to pay her no real mind. She was always messing with him and giving him shit, so how were her genuine feelings towards him meant to be noticed? He now knew she had become attracted to him over time, and in hindsight he could kind of see it. But now it was here, her desires were right in front of him, happening, expressing themselves in her kisses and touches. He had no idea she was waiting, even if only for a few months, to share these intimate pleasures and closeness with him.

Shego reintroduced her curves to his lap. "Drakken, your reaction is completely normal, I'm just going to take it as a compliment, if anything. It means-".

She felt up her own body, her hands cupped her breasts, moving on to trace down the curves of her stomach and waist, then finally down the lines of her hips with a slight bend. His eyes followed them.

"-this is doing it for you.". She leaned herself closer to him.

"Yes, yes, you definitely got it... I can't believe... Shego, my partner in crime, my sidekick, my friend, my right-hand woman, my- et cetera, et cetera... thinks of me ?!". He gestured to himself.

"...Look, I know how to please," She straddled him deeper, holding his shoulders, "and hopefully, to love. I'll show you the best I can, anyway. If you'll allow me to."

He shuddered slightly. "You are already great at loving, in um... your way, darling. I promise. And I suppose I have always loved you." She hugged him tightly. "Oh, Drakken." Her hug seemed to last for a blissful eternity. She took a deep breath, and exhaled softly, her body slumping a little as she did so. He had rarely seen such vulnerability or sincerity from her, and he valued it more than anything else. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that she had never believed she could love, until now…

She held him and looked deeply into his eyes, she leaned into him and started sharing a sweet, deep kiss on the mouth with him. He felt as though he was constantly melting over and over in her embrace as she locked her lips with his. Drakken was overwhelmed with emotion, and he sighed softly into her lips.

"Mmmph! Sooo... do you want me to do something for you, with, or... to...?", he questioned, searching for a hint as to how to proceed with their encounter. "You can start by taking off that- long sleeved shirt, for one. Eugh, must be so uncomfortable," she smiled suggestively, "I haven't seen you very often in anything less than in your usual dark blue number. But… I'd be lying if I said I wasn't excited to see more…", she pat his face.

He was pleasantly taken aback. "Hmm, you have only seen me a few times in anything else. I think I've seen you sneak some peaks at my goods, but I probably misinterpreted that... I know I look, kinda "eeehh!"", his face twisted and he gestured with one hand, "but, you seem to really like me…," he trailed off. Shego sheepishly frowned, blushing, and pushed her cheek to his, nuzzling him. "I dunno, you're not bad under all that. I liked what I saw. I like the way you look, Drakken, I think you're pretty handsome…" She held his waist tightly, looking into his concerned eyes. She kissed him on the cheek. "Especially-" she reached behind him and eagerly goosed him, "-that! Mmmn!". He jumped. "You vixen! ... heheheh!" he gave a nervous but cheeky grin.

He unbuttoned most of his shirt starting from the top. Shego finished the rest of it, taking over the task to enjoy it. He let it fall off of his arm and shoved it aside. He sighed in relief; at last! He could breathe. She hugged him tightly and kissed his collarbone. "I think you're pretty fine, Drakken," she sighed, holding his chest.

He wasn't meek in build; he had a formidable stature and was fairly strong, when he chose to be, anyhow. He had broad shoulders and chest, a proportionally smaller waist, strong arms and stocky legs, but that was it. Shego did not like slight men, nor rotund ones. He had some slight padding on his figure, but he wasn't fat by any means. She liked this softer dimension to his body. She thought sometimes about what it would be like cuddling with him. Sometimes, her mind would even conjure fantasies of intimacy with him that she didn't know what to do with. She assumed he was huggable and comfortable... and maybe... easy to get physical and be intimate with. He flexed himself backwards, stretching out with a strained groan. He tensed up and then released this tension, sighing with relief. She watched him closely, becoming more excited herself. She really did like him, definitely more than just her eccentric partner in evil… and certainly more than a friend…

A/N

Well, I think this one is a bit too long, but… the more Drakken and Shego shipping the better! ;) As it turns out, I started writing this fanfiction back in April of 2023. Honestly, I am glad I am finally finishing this up. I know there are other writers on here, talented people that I enjoy the work of, that write the affectionate moments between these characters much differently. I think I wanted my interpretation to be a slow burn, it took a long time for them to get here, but they sure are happy they engaged each other in these things. I hope it was worth the wait! I did not want to write straight-up erotica without a plot, I wanted their time together to be purposeful and almost poetic. That's pretty kewl to me.

I think there is a lot to say about people who put sexuality into their fanfictions, but to me, it is an expression of an ideal, and I wanted my writing of them together to be just as detailed and thoughtful as it should be. The next chapter is gonna be even more fuego, so stay tuned readers! :)

Yours cruelly,

-Alien Mex Fiend