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A Drakgo fanfic. Read on: AO3 | FFn

A/N: This next one-shot has a few sources of inspiration. First, the prompt from this list: 2. "If I kiss you, will you shut up?" Prompt was recommended by the legendary "Guest" on AO3 (you know who you are!) who specifically wanted French kissy-face, and the story was inspired in part by @lordwiggyton whose recent Mama Lipsky art has had my mind stirring. I'm also submitting this work to the "Hey, Sweetheart" Valentine's event run by @ficwip. It's not the conventional route perhaps, but within the rules? Pretty sure. And last but not least, it's an answer to @kim-possible-prompts's Valentine's Day prompt! (Have y'all noticed I adore answering prompts? lol.) ALSO this is the first of some birthday gifts I have for the incomparable @gothicthundra. Happy birthday, chaos queen. :) Enjoy!

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Shego sighed from her perch at the end of the bed, leaning back and re-crossing her legs as she watched Drakken pace and listened to the same worried ramblings for the third time.

"But what if she never forgives me!" he cried as he wrung his hands.

"Dr. D.... We've been through this," Shego said, glancing down to study her nails. "She's jumped across moving train cars for you. Somehow I don't think finding out you've spent the past twenty years attempting world domination is going to come as much of a shock."

"But Shego..." Drakken said, pausing in front of her.

Shego looked up and took stock of her lover's appearance. He had, at her insistence, gone for black slacks instead of his usual Dockers, a tailored cherry-red dress shirt, and a black silk tie that perfectly accented the rest of his attire. And of course, the gold medal he'd received for saving the world hung heavy over his chest.

Shego wished she were the one going out with Drakken that evening, especially considering the calendar date. But this night had been planned for quite some time.

"She's had faith in me my entire life... How can I tell her it was all for nothing?"

"Drakken—"

"I admit it's past time to tell her the truth, but I just can't bear to disappoint her!"

"Drakken—"

"And then I'll never hear the end of it!" Drakken continued, throwing his hands up and resuming his ambling around the bedroom. "Passive-aggressive cards and letters is all I'll get for Christmas now! And lumps of coal instead of home-knitted sweaters!"

Shego stood up from the bed and briskly approached him.

"Drakken—"

"All the years of silence I left between us so she wouldn't figure it out. All those lost years I could have been close to my lonely old mother. That's what her letters will say, now. Have you ever heard that woman start on a guilt trip? She's an absolute master!"

"Drew!"

This finally caused the mad scientist's jaw to snap closed. He stopped mid-stride and whirled around to face her.

"If I kiss you, will you shut up?"

"Hnn?"

Shego didn't wait for an invitation. She snaked her arms around Drakken's neck and pressed in close before he could protest, and was gratified to feel tension leave his shoulders first and his lips a moment after.

She was far gentler with the kiss than with her words, her lips sliding with soft friction against his until they parted and gave her tongue purchase. She felt his soft exhale through his nostrils against her cheek as his fingers found her waist, and she could feel his hum of satisfaction where their chests were pressed together. His tongue was gentle as it slid alongside hers in caress, and he still tasted of cinnamon from his toothpaste.

Warmth blossomed in Shego's chest at his attentive response, and for the moment the dilemma of the present was forgotten. There was only the gentle pressure of noses fitted together, the give and take as their tongues took turns parting supple lips and exploring the heat and texture of one another. Drakken's body melded hot against hers as his hands slid lower, and her fingers rose to tangle his perfectly slicked-back hair.

It was fortuitous perhaps when Drakken pulled back slightly to stroke the outline of her mouth with the tip of his tongue. It was intoxicating, but the faint distance allowed her other senses a chance to process the sound of approaching footsteps. Not in time to leave her lover's embrace, however, before they reached the doorway.

"Hey, Sweetheart— Drew Theodore P. Lipsky!"

It was Shego who moved first, putting a healthy space between them and leaving Drakken blinking and confused for a moment with his lips still parted before he had processed the voice that had spoken.

"M-Mother!" Drakken cried, darting behind Shego instinctively at the sight of his mother's judgmental expression.

"And no ring on her finger yet! For shame!"

Shego's face flushed as she was sure Drakken's was doing as well. That was a topic she definitely did not want to get into right then, and least of all with Drakken's mother who had her own agenda on the matter.

Mrs. Lipsky had opted for nicer attire for the evening as well, choosing a conservative charcoal sheath dress with a floral teal and peach floral sweater and pearls.

"Dr. D.," Shego said quickly, stepping away from the mad scientist and leaving him looking very exposed as he waved at his mother and attempted a weak smile through kiss-swollen lips. "Shouldn't you and your mother hurry to make your reservation on time?"

"Ahh...y-yes. But first," Drakken said, turning and nearly tripping over his feet as he hurried to pick up his mother's gift from the bed. "Happy Valentine's Day!"

The irritated crinkle at the older woman's eyes softened as her frown bloomed into a smile.

"Roses! And chocolate! Oh Drewbie, you shouldn't have!"

"O-Only the best for you, Mother," Drakken said as he presented the gift with a nervous smile.

"Marzipan! My favorite!" Mama Lipsky said after plopping one of the chocolates into her mouth.

"Of course! Now...Shego was right, we'd best get going," Drakken said. He began looking around for his suit coat, and then stopped short when he found Shego holding it up for him, a smirk on her face.

"Aw, she's so thoughtful Drew!" Mama Lipsky said, smiling fondly at Shego as she closed the chocolate box. "Dear, would you mind putting these in water for me until we get back?"

"Sure," Shego replied, smoothing Drakken's jacket over his shoulders.

She received the flowers from the woman a moment later, who squeezed her hand with a grateful smile before turning toward the door. Without the watchful gaze of older generation, Drakken turned worried eyes back upon Shego. All of his fears from the rambling of before were spoken in the inky blue of his irises, and Shego was tempted to give him a shove toward the door as a way of telling him to knock it off. Instead, she leaned in to let her lips graze his ear, speaking so softly she could hardly hear her own voice.

"She'll always have faith in you. Besides, you saved the world. You've accomplished more than she could have ever dreamed. Have some faith in her."

Shego felt again the release of tension from Drakken's frame as she adjusted the medal over his tie. She smirked again when he pulled away, the light of hope having returned to her lover's eyes.

"Coming, Drewbie?"

"Yes...yes, Mother," Drakken said and turned to go, confidence back in his stride.

Shego tilted her head down to smell the flowers as the two left. It was a strange new world they'd found themselves in since the invasion, but, some things would always be constants.

"Now, Drew, on the phone you'd said there was something you wanted to tell me...?"

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Full Disclosure

A Drakgo fanfic. Read on: AO3 | FFn

A/N: This next one-shot has a few sources of inspiration. First, the prompt from this list: 2. "If I kiss you, will you shut up?" Prompt was recommended by the legendary "Guest" on AO3 (you know who you are!) who specifically wanted French kissy-face, and the story was inspired in part by @lordwiggyton whose recent Mama Lipsky art has had my mind stirring. I'm also submitting this work to the "Hey, Sweetheart" Valentine's event run by @ficwip. It's not the conventional route perhaps, but within the rules? Pretty sure. And last but not least, it's an answer to @kim-possible-prompts's Valentine's Day prompt! (Have y'all noticed I adore answering prompts? lol.) ALSO this is the first of some birthday gifts I have for the incomparable @gothicthundra. Happy birthday, chaos queen. :) Enjoy!

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Shego sighed from her perch at the end of the bed, leaning back and re-crossing her legs as she watched Drakken pace and listened to the same worried ramblings for the third time.

"But what if she never forgives me!" he cried as he wrung his hands.

"Dr. D.... We've been through this," Shego said, glancing down to study her nails. "She's jumped across moving train cars for you. Somehow I don't think finding out you've spent the past twenty years attempting world domination is going to come as much of a shock."

"But Shego..." Drakken said, pausing in front of her.

Shego looked up and took stock of her lover's appearance. He had, at her insistence, gone for black slacks instead of his usual Dockers, a tailored cherry-red dress shirt, and a black silk tie that perfectly accented the rest of his attire. And of course, the gold medal he'd received for saving the world hung heavy over his chest.

Shego wished she were the one going out with Drakken that evening, especially considering the calendar date. But this night had been planned for quite some time.

"She's had faith in me my entire life... How can I tell her it was all for nothing?"

"Drakken—"

"I admit it's past time to tell her the truth, but I just can't bear to disappoint her!"

"Drakken—"

"And then I'll never hear the end of it!" Drakken continued, throwing his hands up and resuming his ambling around the bedroom. "Passive-aggressive cards and letters is all I'll get for Christmas now! And lumps of coal instead of home-knitted sweaters!"

Shego stood up from the bed and briskly approached him.

"Drakken—"

"All the years of silence I left between us so she wouldn't figure it out. All those lost years I could have been close to my lonely old mother. That's what her letters will say, now. Have you ever heard that woman start on a guilt trip? She's an absolute master!"

"Drew!"

This finally caused the mad scientist's jaw to snap closed. He stopped mid-stride and whirled around to face her.

"If I kiss you, will you shut up?"

"Hnn?"

Shego didn't wait for an invitation. She snaked her arms around Drakken's neck and pressed in close before he could protest, and was gratified to feel tension leave his shoulders first and his lips a moment after.

She was far gentler with the kiss than with her words, her lips sliding with soft friction against his until they parted and gave her tongue purchase. She felt his soft exhale through his nostrils against her cheek as his fingers found her waist, and she could feel his hum of satisfaction where their chests were pressed together. His tongue was gentle as it slid alongside hers in caress, and he still tasted of cinnamon from his toothpaste.

Warmth blossomed in Shego's chest at his attentive response, and for the moment the dilemma of the present was forgotten. There was only the gentle pressure of noses fitted together, the give and take as their tongues took turns parting supple lips and exploring the heat and texture of one another. Drakken's body melded hot against hers as his hands slid lower, and her fingers rose to tangle his perfectly slicked-back hair.

It was fortuitous perhaps when Drakken pulled back slightly to stroke the outline of her mouth with the tip of his tongue. It was intoxicating, but the faint distance allowed her other senses a chance to process the sound of approaching footsteps. Not in time to leave her lover's embrace, however, before they reached the doorway.

"Hey, Sweetheart— Drew Theodore P. Lipsky!"

It was Shego who moved first, putting a healthy space between them and leaving Drakken blinking and confused for a moment with his lips still parted before he had processed the voice that had spoken.

"M-Mother!" Drakken cried, darting behind Shego instinctively at the sight of his mother's judgmental expression.

"And no ring on her finger yet! For shame!"

Shego's face flushed as she was sure Drakken's was doing as well. That was a topic she definitely did not want to get into right then, and least of all with Drakken's mother who had her own agenda on the matter.

Mrs. Lipsky had opted for nicer attire for the evening as well, choosing a conservative charcoal sheath dress with a floral teal and peach floral sweater and pearls.

"Dr. D.," Shego said quickly, stepping away from the mad scientist and leaving him looking very exposed as he waved at his mother and attempted a weak smile through kiss-swollen lips. "Shouldn't you and your mother hurry to make your reservation on time?"

"Ahh...y-yes. But first," Drakken said, turning and nearly tripping over his feet as he hurried to pick up his mother's gift from the bed. "Happy Valentine's Day!"

The irritated crinkle at the older woman's eyes softened as her frown bloomed into a smile.

"Roses! And chocolate! Oh Drewbie, you shouldn't have!"

"O-Only the best for you, Mother," Drakken said as he presented the gift with a nervous smile.

"Marzipan! My favorite!" Mama Lipsky said after plopping one of the chocolates into her mouth.

"Of course! Now...Shego was right, we'd best get going," Drakken said. He began looking around for his suit coat, and then stopped short when he found Shego holding it up for him, a smirk on her face.

"Aw, she's so thoughtful Drew!" Mama Lipsky said, smiling fondly at Shego as she closed the chocolate box. "Dear, would you mind putting these in water for me until we get back?"

"Sure," Shego replied, smoothing Drakken's jacket over his shoulders.

She received the flowers from the woman a moment later, who squeezed her hand with a grateful smile before turning toward the door. Without the watchful gaze of older generation, Drakken turned worried eyes back upon Shego. All of his fears from the rambling of before were spoken in the inky blue of his irises, and Shego was tempted to give him a shove toward the door as a way of telling him to knock it off. Instead, she leaned in to let her lips graze his ear, speaking so softly she could hardly hear her own voice.

"She'll always have faith in you. Besides, you saved the world. You've accomplished more than she could have ever dreamed. Have some faith in her."

Shego felt again the release of tension from Drakken's frame as she adjusted the medal over his tie. She smirked again when he pulled away, the light of hope having returned to her lover's eyes.

"Coming, Drewbie?"

"Yes...yes, Mother," Drakken said and turned to go, confidence back in his stride.

Shego tilted her head down to smell the flowers as the two left. It was a strange new world they'd found themselves in since the invasion, but, some things would always be constants.

"Now, Drew, on the phone you'd said there was something you wanted to tell me...?"

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KP Prompt #6

Valentine's Day!

What are the gang doing for the big day? Who is going out with who? Who is boycotting the holiday? Who is sending secret letters and flowers and chocolates?

Write/draw/create anything you want to honor our favorites on the most romantic day of the year! Tag this blog in your posting so we can find it and reblog it!

Have fun!

Bringing this blog back. Let's see what happens! :)

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KP Fic Prompt #4

This prompt is based on something already going on in the Kimmunity.  We’re going a little NSFW this time.  The prompt is:

☆ A character accidentally sees another character naked. ☆ 

Any characters, any sitch.  No rating rules!  No deadlines!  Have fun!

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A wonderful thank you and round of applause to those who have answered the previous prompts!  If anyone wants to go back to do the old ones, it is never too late!  There are no deadlines on creativity!

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hiatus.

You may have noticed a lack of new posts already, but since three of the prompts have received zero responses, this blog is being put on pause for the time being...  If people comment/message saying they will answer the prompts, I’ll keep adding new ones.  I’m still active on my main.

Thanks to @jennaanneg @simplyshelbs16xoxo @ahmedmootaz @magicflyingspud @bcbdrums @gothicthundra @midnightcaptions and @duckymoose-deactivated20200531 for actually answering prompts!!!  If you answered and I didn’t tag you, let me know and I will!!!

In the meantime... LOOK a new and more niche prompt blog: https://drakgoprompts.tumblr.com/post/622988980887093248/drakgo-prompt-1

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Decisions, Decisions (a Kim x Yori fic)

@kpficprompts I did Prompt #4 I think? The walking in on naked thing, and came up with this Kim/Yori piece. Hope you folks like it.

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It’s so stupid. Kim doesn’t even know if this classifies as a fight — the subject is stupid. There is probably some kind of underlying tension Kim is too agitated to parse.

“Kim, you are so tense,” Yori raises an eyebrow. “If you really want to jump in the river, jump in the river.”

“It’s shallow,” Kim snips.

“Oh my god fine,” Yori growls. “Walk in slowly, you know put your feet in for a while and once you are used to the cold you can - ”

“Like this?”

“ - yes, Kim, like that. What are you, five?”

“Twenty.”

“Kim.”

Kim stands ankle deep in this shallow stream in some random suburban town Kim can’t remember the name of. Some old retired scientist lives out here and of course, Doctor Drakken had to make the move to harass him to manufacture some evil, evil plan.

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KP Fic Prompt #5

Missing Scene! Any episode, any sitch. Write us the scene that never was, and has always bugged you due to its absence.

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12,000 words? When you answer a prompt, you answer a prompt!

Here we go! At long last, after about a month of writing through quarantine, I have finished a small Fan-Fiction of mine regarding the aftermath of ‘Emotion Sickness’. Many thanks to @bcbdrums who encouraged me to write this and to @kpficprompts for actually providing the prompt.

I had quite a bit of fun writing this, though as always, I still struggle a bit with how to end things and on what note to end things. Still, more notes inside.

In which Drakken figures out that having a plan is not as useful as having teeth and a hammer.

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Come In

You know… I don’t do Kim x Ron enough… but KNOW I love them so… in response to the “Walking In on Naked” prompt @kpficprompts … here it goes

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Kim cringed at the loud beating music. She could barely hear Wade over the volume as she looked for Ron. Global Justice had finished hauling off their latest criminal, Giggling Glen. Kim let out a deep sigh and shook her head. Ron was right, there new age villains we’re both insane and loosing their touch. Sophomore year of college and most of their missions as of late had been… as Monique and Ron called them… Millennial Villains. Far more hostile and using a self-riotous noble platform for evil. Giggling Glen was more a cyber villain, trying to be a wannabe Joker from the comics. Attempting to counter… in his mind… government tracking of personal information… by hacking servers and tracking down agents to erase them.

Kim’s argument about how he was apparently doing the same thing he felt so passionate about had earned a Giggle bomb in the face before she took him down. She looked at the glitter remnants on her front, the dye was thick and sticky. They we’re both lucky that bomb making wasn’t Giggling Glen’s forte and he’d forgotten any explosives to back it up.

She heard grumbling as she approached the men’s room and saw Ron angrily coming out and trying to pry the sticky substance from his new favorite dark blue mission coat. Kim hoped it didn’t come out if she was being honest. While Ron had faded out of his grunge look he’d been trying. There was something about his whole mad science inspired grunge motif that bothered her.

“Who Kim? Who turns slime, glitter, and wax into a bomb… a crazy person that’s who,” grumbled Ron, “What happened to good old fashioned robots, exploding golf balls, and heck… Monkey Ninjas. You might tear a few things, loose some pants… but nothing was sticky and smooth all at once… The texture makes me uncomfortable.”

Kim laughed as her boyfriend pouted. He’d made it very clear over the last few years just how much he missed the old high school era villains. It wasn’t that they didn’t stop them from time to time… but sometimes that felt more social than stopping evil if she was being honest.

“Come on. Global Justice booked us rooms locally this time,” smiled Kim, “Did you pack a change of clothes or do we have to stop somewhere?”

“No, I packed some,” sighed Ron as he grabbed her hand, “After that weekend stuck in the Turkish mountains… I learned my lesson.”

“I still don’t know how they set you’re coordinates that far off,” remembered Kim, “But you did make new friends before I tracked you down.”

“I did… I should call them,” shrugged Ron as they left the loud club and headed towards there waiting ride.

A very big improvement now that they worked for Global Justice. They never had to rush from one place to another based on favors for rides. Most times they had their own vehicles or on occasion… such as being in Japan… they had lifts to hostels, pods, or hotels. Kim hoped for an actual room this time, she wasn’t keen on trying to change or shower in a tiny bathroom pod after their evening. She smelt of booze and sweat… The booze courtesy of where she’d been tossed into a liquor shelf at the club from one of Giggle Glen’’s lackeys.

Kim tossed her shirt in a bag and tied it shut. She had nod idea if any stains would come out or not but she knew she didn’t want to smell it. She looked around the room as she dug out clean clothes from her travel bag and sighed. It was a massive room with a large bed, a couch, a small kitchen, and came with complementary wine and chocolate. She wasn’t really interested in either. She looked at the bed again and its massive size.

“We didn’t need our own rooms,” muttered Kim. She blushed at her own words as she headed towards the bathroom.

She’d be lying if she hadn’t hoped they’d only booked one room this time. Though, the one time they had, she’d corrected it and gotten them two. It had been their first Global Justice assignment and Kim and Ron had barely started their Freshman year at college. Neither of them had felt comfortable with it as they hadn’t discussed their relationship moving up a step. Kim rolled her eyes as she grabbed her bathroom bag. They still hadn’t. Between going to two different schools across the country, missions, and vacations being more spending time with the family… the only time Kim thought to talk about it we’re in situations like this. Yet, she felt awkward asking her boyfriend about it… it aggravated her actually. She and Ron have and still did talk about everything… but that.

Kim opened the bathroom door and walked in still in deep thought about how to approach the topic when her mind went blank. She looked ahead of her and froze. She hadn’t opened the bathroom door but the door to the attached room. Ron’s room. She could have easily turned around and ran back to her room, but that was not the case. Ron stood directly in front of her and clutching his clothes in front of him. Clearly he’d just come out of his shower by the dripping of moisture from his hair.

“Kim!” yelled Ron as he tried to cover himself. His eyes shot open and he turned quickly away only to hit the table.

The scene that transpired was the epitome of the moments she knew Ron hated and always found himself in. Pant-less, knocking things over, and in an uncomfortable situation. Kim went to move forward to check on him, but it became blatantly clear why Ron had turned away so fast. She yelped as she realized she was only carrying her clothes and a bathroom bag. She’d left her soiled clothes in the bag to foil the smell. Her hand quickly grabbed the knob and she sprinted back into her room and closed the door taking deep breaths. She felt the heat on her face start to settle down at the idea they had both been in the same predicament… and they we’re probably equally embarrassed.

Her back rested against the door as she thought about the scene. It took her a few more breaths for it to click that she had just seen Ron naked for the first time. The image of the shower water on his skin made her blush for a whole different reason. She shook her head and tried to clear her thoughts and focus on her own shower waiting for her.

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When I tell you that a story got away from me… this is what I meant. I created too much background for just two characters to see each other naked. Lol

Will I continue this past it’s ending? No.

Am I proud of the AU OOC monstrosity I created?

Yes.

Anyways, this is for @kpficprompts 4th entry (in case you ignored that link up at the top). Enjoy.

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Drew Theodore Lipsky stared up at the rather run down apartment complex he had just moved into. The paint job looked like an Easter Egg sneezed all over it. The walls were pink and the banasters were purple, turquoise, and green. If he hadn’t just gotten a job in the city working for one of the most influential labs in the entire world, he may have just turned around and ran back to the cab.

He looked down at the copy of his lease, that reeked of cigarettes, then back up at the building. He sighed out and moved to the single glass door. The doorway to that door was riddled with mailboxes on both sides of the frame. He reached into his pocket and took out the rusty key and jittered it into the only key-slot to get into the building. Drew cringed at the sandpaper feel of the key scraping as he turned it, but the door loosened and he pulled it open.

The smells of urine and smoke gagged him immediately. The distance static of all the tenants on the first floor hummed in his ears as he rushed to the stairs just before him. He began the climb and his mind wandered.

Drew was a doctor of neurorobotics. He had wanted to drop out SO many times, but… his love of knowledge and yearning of creating made him stick with it. 10 years to be exact. The doctorate he obtained was probably the hardest thing he ever had to do, but… his hard work paid off. He was now a citizen of Go City, in a rather financially acceptable apartment only a block from Vigor Laboratory, the lead in robotics in the country, doing what he always wanted to do.

He remembered his internship in Japan was the whole reason he was now the lead designer in the AquaTwilight deep ocean explorer. His research on the pressure capacities of certain metals single-handedly made the creation of this automaton plausible. He was now in charge of testing the AquaTwilight with every known problematic variable it could run into within its journey. With the combined strength of the medusa-laced kevlar cabin and the acidic-yarn aluminum made pixel camera, they could dive down to the Earth’s core if needed. It could with stand an atomic explosion, so he wasn’t a tad bit worried.

Drew cleared the stairs to the third floor and his mind shifted to another thought… his apartment tour. He had a roommate; that he knew to be true, but he never got to meet him. The landlord told him that his roommate was a shut in, yet had paid rent 3 years in advance. The only complaint the landlord had ever had about the tenant was they never left. When he had moved all his stuff in, the roommate’s door was closed and they never once came out. Drew was fine with that… he wasn’t so good with people, anyways… but still… how rude.

He stared at his door’s number and frowned a bit. All the numbers were hanging down from their initial position and looked to spell ELLO. The number was supposed to be 3770. He shook his head and unlocked the door and slipped inside.

Though the building looked like a hot mess, the apartment was not. It was spacious and well lit. The living room wide, having two couches and a recliner around a well polished coffee table that all seem to face the 50 inch television mounted strongly against the wall with an entertainment center that held two box receivers, a well placed speaker system, and countless DVD’s and CD’s.

The large glass door just on the other side was nearly blacked out by the large hanging blinds that swayed to the breeze of the air conditioner vents.

The hardwood floor looked polished and waxed all over the space and even reached over to the medium sized kitchen area. There was a bar-like table island just on the outskirts of the kitchen area. There were four stools neatly pushed underneath the front of it. The wood was only a few shades lighter than the hardwood, but matched the surface of the island. That, contrasted with the darkened marble of the kitchen counters, made the island look like an oasis in the desert.

Just around the corner of the kitchen, away from the small five stairs up to where the living quarters were, was the door that led him to actually signing the lease to this place… a small guest room with nothing but two walls, floor to ceiling, covered with shelves of books and a window nook tunnel lined with cubbies with flowers and little knick-knacks. It was big enough for him to scoot in and sit cross-legged… but it was the view the window gave that really sold him. Go City was nothing to look at when you’re too busy trying to get a cab or just trying to live, but… when you see it from a top of a hill in a tacky apartment building… it was breath-taking.

The night was when the view made the never sleeping city look like the cave of wonders. Lights of all colors bled into the darkness with spotlights swaying to the stars. Wave after wave of splendor that made Go City an ocean of light.

Drew sighed out of his thoughts and looked over at his roommate’s door. Closed, as usual. He cleared the steps up in one bound and moved to his left towards his door. He passed the single bathroom, in between their two rooms, and the small closet they kept the toilet paper and other amenities.

His room wasn’t small, but wasn’t huge either. His bed practically took up the majority of the space. His mother was insistent that he take the king sized bed his father had once owned and even though he fought her about the size of the bed… he actually liked all the space.

He had two closest in his room. One was a deep walk-in closet that he hung all his button up shirts, jackets, and work pants in and on the floor were his organized spots of shoes. He had his dress shoes and multiple types of boots and running shoes. In the corner was his umbrella and at the very back wall he had his ironing board and iron safely tucked away.

The other closet was just a shelf with a door on it. He put his deodorant, cologne, watches, and other knick-knacks in it. It actually helped keep the top of his dresser drawer cleaned off which was perpendicular to where the closet door was located. The 4'7" tall dresser was pressed against the wall just beside the entry door and pressed in the corner of the wall. The dark wood complimented the tracing of the dark wood of the room and the cream colored carpet laid throughout the floor.

Beside his huge bed was a very small nightstand with a flat-screen alarm clock with big red numbers and a flat, disk-like contraption he used to charge his phone. He dug it out of his pocket and placed the smart phone on the charging bay. Nothing happened and he groaned out as he forgot it didn’t charge with the case on. He undressed the phone and tried again… the phone made a happy chime as he tossed the case on a shelf underneath the top and he flopped on top of his bed that had the only two windows in the room right above it. As he closed his eyes, he could hear the faint hiss of the city life just outside the walls. He started work in two weeks, so he had a chance to get to know the place rather well.

He didn’t drink, do drugs, dance, or try to have sex with anything that showed him interest… he was a very boring person. He never kept a partner long because of how boring and dedicated to his work he was. He was told that by all of his potential mates. He grumbled to himself and took one of his many pillows and placed it on his face. He didn’t need sex to feel fulfilled, but… having someone to hold in bed or cuddle up to when he couldn’t sleep… he found he yearned for that more than anything. Then the thought of having to chat up someone made his stomach drop. Yearning was all he was ever going to do, it seemed.

A sudden thump and crashing noise just outside his door made him jump out of his thoughts and bed. It was a very heavy thump and he remembered he had a roommate. He rushed and pulled open his door and looked around… he saw nothing. He looked a few more moments before just shrugging it off and going back inside… until a pale, lean and fit, woman stepped out from the bathroom door with long shiny black hair and not one single bit of clothing on rubbing the side of her head and cringing in pain.

Drew inhaled his gasp and held it as he saw her breasts gleaming from the perspiration and the messy bush of hair covering her pubic mound. Her towel was gripped in one of her hands but looked to be too short. She was the most stunning woman he had ever seen this close without having to push the play button. She slowly turned her head and they piercing green eyes met his… she looked just as surprised as he was. The water droplet slowly cascaded down her cheeks and delicately dripped down off her chin. They stared at each other for years… that’s what it felt like… until his mind screamed at the top of its metaphoric lungs and Drew bolted back into his room.

He stared at the back of his door with his heart thumping against his rib cage while his lungs desperately gasped for air. He waited for the woman to scream… kick down his door… call the police… anything except what she did. The soft knock made him jump back as a venomously sweet voice spoke behind the door, “Hope you enjoyed the show, dude. Next time, you’ll pay full price.” AND THAT was how he met his new roommate.

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Saturday morning started off awkwardly for him. He snuck out of his room as if trying to hide from the police. The bathroom, just a few feet down from his door, was probably the most extravagant room in the apartment. It was one spacious hunk of a room. Probably the same size as his room with the closet space added. The tile was a scaled with warm grey stone and complimented the walls that were just a tad shade darker. The sink was black and grey granite marble with a copper faucet. There was a long mirror that stayed with the length of the sink and had two hidden doors on the other side of it. They opened like a kitchen cabinets. One side was filled with his roommate’s personal things and the other side had his.

The shower was a walk in and every single wall sprayed you. The windows of the shower were like the windows in an interrogation room. They were mirrored on the outside, but you could clearly see through them on the inside.

The pressure of the water was probably the best he’s ever had in any location he has ever lived at. Any harder and it would feel like you were getting hosed by a S.W.A.T. team. The far corners had durable and sizable shelves for shampoo and soap. His roommate’s stuff was organized on the middle shelf with a lime green loofa hanging off one of the generic pump shampoo bottles.

The toilet was nothing fancy. There was a shaggy black top to it that matched the bath mat around the front of it.

As he finished urinating, washing his hands and face, then flossing and making sure his face wasn’t fuzzy… he looked at himself in every mirror in the room and paused. The thought of his roommate’s very naked body plagued him and he shook it out of his head… making room for the panic of what if she’s out there waiting for him. He swallowed nervously before pep talking himself and exiting.

She was NOT out there… he thanked God. He moved to the kitchen where he decided he wanted an omelette. He got out his eggs, his mother had groceries brought to the place two days ago, and some cheese. Then he pulled out some bacon then plucked a pepper from the pantry THEN all the spices he needed to give it a kick… also, he wanted some toast.

He got the ingredients chopped, buttered, and beaten as the pan had a chance to heat up. The stove and oven were the electric, glass top and it heated the pan quick. He decided to cook the bacon first. He slipped the four strips into the pan and it began to hiss and crackle. As he let the strips cook, he added the peppers and seasoning to the eggs and mixed it a bit before going back and flipping the slices. The smell began to fill the kitchen. He moved down the counter and got out the toaster and started the first two slices. When he moved to go back to the pan, his heart nearly jumped out of his chest as his roommate, clothed this time in baggy black sweat pants and tight lime green tank top, standing close to the pan sniffing the air in delight.

He calmed himself and moved to his pan to flip the bacon. The woman didn’t move but didn’t crowd him, either. He sighed and asked, “Would you like some? Making an omelette with peppers and bacon with toast. I could make you one, if you like.”

He heard the rip of the fridge opening and turned his head to see her pulling out her carton of orange juice. She looked over at him with a smile and he snapped his attention back to the bacon and her voice reached him, “Yes. Please. I’ll even share some of my juice with you.”

He have a nod as he placed the fully cooked bacon onto a plate lined with papertowels to seep the grease out. He started the first omelette for her. He let the eggs and peppers bubble before crumbling two bacon strips over the top, “Would you like cheese?”

He heard her pop the P in her “Yep” and he took the bag of shredded cheddar on the counter and sprinkled it in. He watched it melt as he used the spatula to test if he could get it under. His roommate’s voice cut in from the island, “Sorry about last night… I forgot you moved in.”

He swallowed and poked at the pan. He cleared his throat and spoke through his obvious embarrassment, “There’s nothing to apologize for. I just hope your head is alright.”

He felt the heaviness of the room lift when she chuckled, “I just hope the sink’s ok.”

He found himself smiling as he folded the omelette and flipped it over. He waited a beat before turning around to look at her, “I’m Drew.”

It could’ve been the clouds moving away to let the sun shine through, but… when she smiled… the room got brighter, “Shay.”

He turned back around and flipped the omelette as Shay spoke again, “So, Drew… what do you do for a living?”

He took a plate he set out and placed the omelette upon it just as the toast popped. Just in time, he sang in his head, as grabbed a butter knife from one of the pull drawers and took the toast out to start to butter, “I am a doctor of neurorobotics.”

As he spread the melted butter over both slices, he heard her sing, “Wooow. So… you’re the guy who’s gonna build Skynet?”

He cut her toast in half and placed the slices all around the plate and laughed. He brought her the plate and she was still smiling up at him. He shook his head and cleaned the pan to start his omelette. He moved to add the bread into the toaster as he spoke out, “And what is it that you do, Shay?”

He could hear metal on porcelain as she spoke, “I~… teach English online to four different countries; Japan, South Korea, Taiwan and China. My room is my office.”

As he listened and wanted to tell her he could speak Japanese, but he just watched the eggs solidify and was quite impressed by her career. His thoughts were cut off as she chuckled through her chewing, “You thought I was some kind of porn star, huh?”

He snapped a look over his shoulder with his brows frowning hard, “Of course not. Until last night, I didn’t even know you were a female. I just thought you were some depressed shut in.”

He could hear her swallow the food, “Ouch… In my defense, every single time you’ve come to see the apartment or even move in… I was doing class.”

He flipped his omelette and nodded. It made complete sense. She was teaching four classes. That had to be busy work. One more flip and his toast popped up. He plated his food and went to butter his toast as she hummed, “This is so goooooood. Your cooking almost makes up for the fact that you’ll create the artificial intelligence that will destroy all of humanity.”

He turned and laughed. She held up a glass of orange juice and placed it right beside her. What… What was happening? She began eating her food and he had time to process what just happened. They… They were talking normally. He hasn’t talked to a woman in 6 years when Amy dumped him for some rich snob.

Talking with Shay was easy. Well, she made it easy. As he sat beside her, he watched her happily filling her face with his cooking and he couldn’t help but remember he had saw her naked not but a few hours ago. Her body popped into his head and he snapped his attention to his food… his face was on fire so he knew he was blushing.

“Got a girlfriend or boyfriend?”

He chewed his bite once a looked over at her, “Neither. You?”

She took a swig of her juice, “Don’t have time. Barely get enough time to go out and find someone. Just to warn you, I do occasionally drink and SOMETIMES bring home fuckboys… sometimes girls if the place I’m at is too grimy.”

He was finding this a little uncomfortable, but he ate a bite of his toast and tried to be nonchalant, “So… you’re bisexual AND bilingual. My… you must be popular.”

He noticed she stopped moving and he slowly looked over to her. She had a strange face that was a mixture between amused and offended, “I’m sorry… I’m not used to having a roommate with a brain AND a sense of humor. Forgive me if I just sit here and take it in.”

He scoffed out a laugh, “I can also cook, clean, and sew.”

He enjoyed watching her face twitch as she shook her head in amusement, “Why aren’t you someone’s wife… you’re amazing.”

He rolled his eyes and moved back to his plate as she laughed and did the same. They sat in comfortable silence of eating until she spoke again, “When do you start the big job?”

He drank the last bit of his juice and licked his lips, “In two weeks.”

She got up out of her stool and went to the sink. As she cleaned the plate, she spoke loudly over the rushing water, “Wow. You are a BONE-ified over-achiever, aren’t you? What do you say I take you out on the town to show your around. I have two classes today, but I’m free tonight. You interested?”

He nibbled his toast, nervously, but nodded, “Sure. Any particular dress code?”

She turned around, amusement still on her face, “You sweet summer child… I’m not taking you ballroom dancing or to an opera. Just put on some decent pants and a shirt. I’ll meet you in the living room.”

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Drew did nothing all day. He answered a few emails and looked through his social media pages until he was officially bored. He decided to slip into the special room. He walked inside and just looked around at the different books. He was afraid that they were all going to be romance novels and young teen books, but there were biographies and historic books along with many of the classic literature books. The paperback books all looked old and used while most of the hardbacks looked untouched and new. He also found that the entire library was in alphabetical order by author’s last name. He… was quite impressed.

He eventually just slide into the small tunnel and laid on his back. The warm sunlight radiated its warmth against the cooled hardwood floor and seemed to give life to the small plants on the shelves. He stretched out, feeling the coolness of the air hit is exposed belly. It had only been a day and… he loved it here.

As the sun set, he decided to get ready for his Saturday night out. He moved to his room to get a change of clothes ready and saw that Shay’s door was still closed. He got to his room and the large red numbers of his digital clock told him it was 6pm. He got his towel and laid out his outfit for the evening on his bed.

The shower looked complicated, but it was the easiest turn of the knob he ever experienced. He kept his towel on top of the toilet, folded. He took off his clothes and stared at the big door. When he got in, it was just a simple twist and everything shot on. The water wasn’t too hot and hit every angle on him. He washed his face thoroughly before getting everything else scrubbed. The bath mat on the floor allowed him to keep his grip as he scrubbed his feet before his bits came next.

The water rushed against his ears as he rinsed his hair out. When all the suds were out, he flinged his hand through his hair to dry it a little bit before turning and opening the shower door without looking. His foot dropped to the memory foam mat outside the shower door when he looked up and his whole body froze. He didn’t hear the door open but he could see a shocked Shay staring right at his very naked body.

They were both stuck in limbo until Shay finally snapped out of it and muttered an apology before slamming the door shut. He was in a state of shock before he stepped out of the shower, completely, and started laughing hysterically. What were the odds? He dried off as fast as he could, brushed his teeth, and found himself staring at his reflection before laughing again. After a while, he sighed sadly before looking down at his freckled arms… tonight was going to be either canceled… or one awkward tour.

He looked at himself in the mirror and made a meh face. He wore his dark blue Dockers with his white Pasadena Buck shoes. He had on a white T-shirt that said “This is where it’s AT-AT”. It had the four legged bot in a side ways ball cap and a gold chain around its neck with a huge golden money sign pendant. He looked comfortable, but… he also looked too comfortable?

He groaned loudly and looked at the clock. It was going to have to do. He put on his black, minimalist leather Fossil watch then grabbed his wallet and phone off the nightstand and took a huge, deep breath at his door. He chuckled to himself, nervously, as he said to himself… now they’re even. They’ve both seen each other naked and… now they can BOTH be awkward weirdos for this outing (if she even bothers showing). With a huff through his nose, he opened the door and stepped outside.

His eyes found her on the couch in the living room. She wore a black speghetti strap tube top with a chibi Cthulhu and its face tentacles encased around the world its hugging as it drools happily on it. She had ripped up, faded tight blue jeans on with black and white Vans on. Her hair was in a long braid and draped over her shoulder and she had black lipstick that matched her polished fingernails. She looked exactly like the girls in high school that all the boys wanted… it was kind of intimidating.

Shay got up off the couch and gave a whistle, “You clean up niiice.”

He have a smirk, “I was about to say the same about you.”

They hopped on the bus and were pleasantly surprised at how empty it was. They sat relatively in the middle and side by side. He felt like an idiot since there was no one on the bus, but… she didn’t seem to mind as she looked down at her phone, “Okay… so, we’re going down town first. They have a small free folk festival there. The big concert isn’t until 9 so we can scope out the vendors and have a little fun. It’s not the WOW tour you were looking for, but… it won’t be boring.”

He smiled and nodded, still looking down at her phone before she realized he was staring at her. He leaned back and made a face. She laughed at herself and looked straight as she kicked one of her knees up, “Look… I-I’m really sorry about the shower thing. I didn’t hear the shower so I just went in like normal.”

He laughed and that made her look over. He looked around the bus before whispering, “I think that makes us even.”

Shay made a noise with her lips, “I think I got a better look at you than you did of me.”

Drew hummed and tilted his head with a smile, “I… ehhh… I got a pretty good look. We’re even.”

She shook her head in his periferial and swiped her phone screen, “Well… Here’s to new beginnings.”

He looked over at her as she raised both her hands with the phone and she took a selfie of the two of them.

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Downtown was full of people. The vendor’s tents were every few feet and were selling everything from essential oils to leather goods. The food smelled amazing. Shay dragged him into tent after tent looking at shirts, homemade pottery, and even crystals and rocks. She was so good with talking to the people that he felt comfortable enough to join in. He learned all the different ways of extracting oils. He learned that honeysuckle was his favorite smell. He also learned that it’s best to have a low temperature on the pyrography pen when designing on leather. All because Shay was there.

They chowed down on barbeque, fried corn on a cob, and a rainbow shaved ice. They shared a beer then bought organic smoothies to wash the taste of the beer out of their mouths.

She pulled him in a closed tent where there was nothing by black light and a small line to what looked like a tattoo artist. He baulked a little, but she reassured him it was just body paint. When they got up to the artist, Shay asked him about body marbling. The man brightened up and yelled for his husband to get the buckets ready.

When they walked out of that tent, Shay’s bare arms was covered in trippy waves of lines and color that looked like she was made of bright green and black marble. They glowed under every black light they passed by, which was a lot… he just noticed.

Drew looked down at his own arms and rotated them in all different kind of directions. His was mostly deep blue with black lines here and there and a mixture of white. He looked like an exaggeration of water, he laughed at himself… but it looked really cool.

An announcement was made about the concert starting and they both headed that way. There were no seats, just a grassy hill and a stage out in the middle of the field. As everyone stood around, Shay stuck up conversations with the people close to them. He had drowned out most of the convo as he was slowly building up the need to get the hell out of the crowd. He didn’t mind clusters of people… until he was in the middle of the human sea.

“Are you two… together?” His ears finally able to hear something other than the pounding of blood. He looked at Shay as she shook her head, “Just roommates.”

He just noticed the surrounding people all smiling and looking at the two of them. One of the young guys, shaggy dirty blonde hair with golden brown eyes, say comedically, “… and they were roommates!”

There was a big laugh from the group and one of the sweet looking young girls leaned over to talk to Shay and the question was clear, “What do you look for in love?”

Shay scoffed at the question and shook her head, “I don’t look for love… I look for release. A little fuck and thank you, next.”

Drew’s brows slanted in worry at her answer as all the people whistled and hollered childishly. He had no idea why he spoke, but there was no way of stopping it, “What good is release when you get no closure in the end?”

Everyone looked at him like he just pissed on their shoes, but it was Shay’s face that had his full attention. She squared up to him then leaned forward, “What? What are you talking about?”

He mimicked her movements and fully forgot that other people could hear, “How is letting someone slam themselves into you until THEY climax and pass out all while leaving you frustrated and unfulfilled so you take care of yourself possibly what you’re looking for? You desrve better than that. Why WOULDN’T you be looking for love? Love isn’t just sex… it’s so much more. It’s intimate touches, deepened kisses, and intellectual pillow talk. NOT TO MENTION that the whole goal of making love is that BOTH find their culmination. Why are you downplaying love like it’s a bad thing?”

It was suddenly her against him and there was no escape. He swallowed as she stepped closer and spoke in a hushed snarl, “I’ve done the whole LOVE shit thing… and it broke my heart and left me for a blonde bimbo with huge tits. I just need the release.”

He pressed closer and whispered just as harshly, “You’re not the only one who’s had their heart broken. You’re too young to act like love has abandoned you. Anyone who would choose a big boobed woman over you wasn’t worth you time, anyways. Try being dumped because your personality was too bland then come and talk to me about shitty love.”

There was a collective buzz of humming around them, but all he noticed was that Shay’s face relaxed. He sighed out and pulled the seam of his shirt down nervously. Shay licked her lips and spoke softly, “You got dumped because you were boring?”

The crowd around them started laughing. There was a booming voice coming from the speakers all around thanking everyone for coming. He cut his eyes away from her towards the stage… his chest still tight. The light tug of his hand made him look back over at her and she was talking as loud as she could, but he couldn’t hear her or understand her mouth moving. He cringed at how loud the speakers were then gestured to her he couldn’t hear.

She pulled him close and put her mouth right on his ear as she said, “I just met you and I don’t think you’re not boring.”

He felt his body tingling at the warmth of her breath on his ear. He angled his head right and spoke to her ear, “Thanks, but you don’t have to lie. I really am pretty dull.”

He felt her cheek brush against his own as she moved away from him to look him in the eye. She had a sad, sympathetic look on her face as her nose bumped gently against his as the deafening noise of the music began to play and their marbled colored arms glow as the stage blared out in black lights. She shook her head and he read her lips, “No… You’re not.” Just as she pulled him close and cleared the rest of the distance, herself.

Her lips were so soft like velvet pillows; warm and gentle against his own. Nothing around him mattered anymore but that feeling. He put all his focus into holding her… savoring the connection that deepened the more they embraced. When she broke the kiss, it was only to get air as her painted hand cupped his cheeks, caressing him before pecking a few times before he swooped in and began kissing at her neck. She arched into it then wrestled him back into a kiss with tongues and vibrations. Her grasp of his scalp mixed with nips at his lips made him more aware that she was pressed too close to not feel how turned on he was.

His hands was on her exposed sides as she pulled away. He was panting and so was she, though he couldn’t hear it… it was obvious. She rested her forehead on his with her eyes closed as the music thundered louder. Her blaring green eyes popped back open and met his curious gaze. He felt fire sweep down his body at how primal she looked. It only took a few moments for her to look around before grabbing his hand and pulling in through the crowd.

It was like moving through room temperature honey, but they eventually got out of the crowd and towards the streets. While they stood at the bus stop, the frantic energy from before seemed to have worn off on both. His ears were ringing and burning. He stretched out his jaw to get his ears to pop but all he did was yawn. He was very wrong about the wearing off part because Shay pushed him into the corner of the shelter and started another kissing match.

How long had it been since any kissed him like this? Her mouth was so eager but her tongue so shy. He kissed her back with brisk suction and frustrated moans that she matched while clenching the front of his shirt. As the bus pulled up, the two broke apart in a daze and paid their toll. It was a bit more full, this time, as they made their way to the back. There was a single seat open and they were more than willing to take it. He sat in it and pulled her into his lap. She sat long ways over his legs and dipped into a kiss.

They ignored all the stares as he fingered some of the loose thread of her torn jeans. She kissed the side of his face and nibbled on his ear before whispering, “I told you you weren’t boring.”

She pulled away to look at him. She was caressing his face, again, and he smiled. A feeling of just wanting to pleasure this practical stranger took over his body but he needed to be smart. This was his roommate… if he were to do anything to compromise their relationship… they could be butting heads like petty rams. He leaned towards her and spoke with a hushed voice, “Shay… I…”

The woman was not stupid… she must’ve read his mind by interpreting his facial expressions. But, even as she says, “It’s okay Drew.” he could feel her pulling away and see the disappointment on her face.

He was so damn dull. He made out with her all the way to the bus and flaked out. It was the right thing to do… so why did he feel so shitty about it. Before he could think about it, his voice whispered out, “I’m sorry, Shay. You mean too much to me just to be some horny hookup.”

His hand was still hooked around her leg to keep her from falling and he stared at it until her hand cupped his cheek. It tilted his head back and her lips were back on his… but weaker; gentler. It was a brief kiss and ended with a warm smile from her.

When they got off the bus, the urgency had all but died. They moved inside and got to their apartment ELLO door and moved inside. Neither said a word, but a heaviness was upon them. He stopped in the middle of the kitchen and living room to look down at his arms. Much like doing the right thing and stopping the whirlwind of desire… he regretted doing it.

He flicked his gaze up to seeing her stare at her arms, too… but it was her sad looking face that made his chest tighten. Was it really the right thing? It seems that rejecting her advances had just done the exact thing he was afraid having sex with her was going to do. He literally just met her. He thought not sticking his penis in her would be the right course. The stress of it all was building and his ears clogged as if back at the concert. He needed to break this or it was going to eat him alive, “Did I do the right thing?”

He saw her stop and looked back at him with shock. He took a few steps but not enough to get too close and let all his anxiety spill, “I thought that if we had sex that it would be detrimental to our roommate relationship. It would make it extremely awkward to be around one another if we engaged in intercourse, but it seems that my action to avoid that happening, happened anyways. Shay, I… mmm… what’s the right answer, here?”

The dark haired woman took in his words and clarity seemed to bright up her face. She shook her head, “All that was floating in your brain and you still think you’re dull…” He huffed a single laugh before watching her move only a step closer from on top of the ledge to their rooms, “The moment you saw me naked and didn’t take advantage… I wanted to get to know you better. THEN you badgered me about deserving love and it was official… I needed you. You’re smart. TOO smart, it seems. You’re stuck inside yourself, but… you’re not afraid to say what’s on your mind. I CAN come on a little strong, so all of this was my fault… yet I won’t apologize for it. Will having sex with me make things between us awkward? Yes, but only if we let it. I find you fascinating and my curiosity has been intiated. Do I hate you because you declined my advances? No.” She stepped down the two steps and approached him slowly, “The only question, now, is… do you still want to have sex with me or do we need to slow down and get to know each other better?”

They were but a breath apart like they were back at the concert… so many thoughts buzzed in his mind at once, but her eyes kept him anchored in place. He cleared the distant and put a chaste kiss on her lips. She, happily, hummed in it as he felt her smile. He pulled away and with a mischievous look on his face whispered, “I really hope this paint comes off.”

She looked down at their arms and back up with baffled look before he added, “We should take a shower to make sure.” Her face cheered up, significantly, and she practically yanked him all the way to the door. Drew’s thoughts were all a jumbled as they both plucked off clothes, but one thing was for certain… he was going to like it here.

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KP Fic Prompt #4

This prompt is based on something already going on in the Kimmunity.  We’re going a little NSFW this time.  The prompt is:

☆ A character accidentally sees another character naked. ☆ 

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KP Fic Prompt #3

How did Dr. Drakken get his scar?  The world wants to know!

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For Prompt #2 at @kpficprompts - write your favorite fandom trope. Preview: ——— Drakken whirled to face her and at that moment lightning struck close by and illuminated the entire cabin, including Shego’s frantic face. The immediate peal of thunder had them both jumping in fright, and as Drakken tried to retreat from the open door he slipped on the massive puddle caused by the leaky roof. A moment later he hit the floorboards hard, and a heavy impact on top of him had him scrambling as he realized Shego had fallen too. “I’m sorry!” he cried as he struggled to get out from under her, the thunder drowning out the rest of his desperate apology. “Dr. D., stop!” He felt her fingers dig into his wrists as he tried to get away from her. “I’m sorry!” “Stop!” He closed his eyes tightly and froze, afraid that anything he said or did would be wrong. He focused on calming his heavy breathing and hoped Shego was okay. “You don’t have to freak out if you touch me,” she said. He shook his head. “But I shouldn’t touch you. You don’t want me to.” She looked away and out the door, the hurt in her eyes growing. When she turned back to face him her eyes were downcast. Her next words were so soft and hesitant, he almost couldn’t hear them above the rain. “Please touch me.” “What…?” he breathed.

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OOPS MY HAND SLIPPED!!!!!

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(Art for “Passing Storms” which was written for prompt #2 over at @kpficprompts​)

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It’s never too late!!!

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Of course, I followed Drakken and Shego…

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KP Fic Prompt #2

Your favorite fanfiction trope!  Any characters, any sitch.  Is it angst?  Is it fluff?  Is it songfic?  Is it crack?  Is it two characters sheltering in the rain and finding romance?  We just want to see your favorite trope the way you like it done!

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