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Playmates	By : beeftony Category: Kim Possible > Het- Male/Female > Ron/Shego Views: 19592 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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All cameo characters in this chapter are owned by DC comics.

A/N: I’d like to thank the artist DarkDP for doing a pic based on the shower scene in the first chapter. I like putting images in people’s heads, but this is even better. You all know I can’t provide links thanks to this site’s filter, but he has a thread over on KP Slash Haven (in the mature section, obviously) and a gallery on Jab Archives. Think of it as a treasure hunt. The reward is more than worth it, trust me.

No sex in this chapter. Sorry, character development got away from me. I promise there will be more good stuff in future chapters.

This chapter is named for the classic song by Van Halen. Fitting, huh?

Chapter 3
Why Can’t This Be Love?

“So tell me about Kimmie’s new boyfriend,” Shego said to Ron while they sat on the couch, watching the news. They were taking a break from their sexual marathon due to the fact that both of them were starting to get a little raw. Nothing too permanent, though.

“What’s there to tell?” Ron asked. He hadn’t even really met the guy, only seen him in the background of the Kimmunicator sometimes.

“Like does he live up to his name, for instance?” Shego said with a smirk, tugging on her panties a bit. They had both decided to get dressed in their underpants at least since the lair was a bit drafty. Shego was still topless, though.

“Huh?”

“Well, you said his name was Richard.”

“Yeah, what about it?” Where was she going with this?

“What’s another name for Richard?”

Ron scratched his head. “Rick?”

Shego sighed and put a hand over her face. “Gawd, you’re dense.” She reached inside his boxers. “Is he one of these?” she asked, pointing to what she had just grabbed.

Finally getting it, Ron answered, “Oh, you mean…. No, not really. Actually I don’t know anything about him other than what he looks like.”

“And what’s he look like?”

Ron suddenly turned to the TV. “Sort of like that,” he said.

Shego looked at the image on the screen and saw a black-haired youth dressed in a colorful costume of red, yellow, green and black. He was thin and lanky, but very athletic, which was evident by the way he was moving at the moment.

The news station was broadcasting an ongoing urban battle somewhere in the tropics. Shego recognized it as one of her favorite vacation spots. As the young man passed the camera, Shego saw a black “R” emblazoned on the left side of his chest. Shego turned to Ron, an incredulous expression on her face.

“Robin?!” she exclaimed. “You didn’t tell me your ex-girlfriend was dating Robin!”

“I didn’t know, to be honest,” replied Ron. “But now that I think about it, I guess he is the type of guy she would go for, if I’m any indication.”

“Thin, not too muscular but still pretty athletic, kinda cute in the face, likes to save the world?” Shego listed his attributes succinctly.

“Pretty much. Man, I never would’ve guessed.”

“Me either.”

They watched the ongoing battle, both silently noting that Kim’s new boyfriend had some pretty nice moves. Still no sign of Kim herself, though.

“Oh, there she is,” Shego said, pointing to the far corner of the screen. The cheerleader was currently engaging a group of men who were dressed in red jumpsuits that covered everything, including their faces. The pair on the couch recognized them instantly.

“Drakken!” they yelled at the same time, for different reasons.

“How dare he attack Kim on her vacation!” Ron shouted angrily.

“How dare that rat bastard attack Kimmie and not include me!” Shego exclaimed in an even more outraged tone.

“Yeah, then maybe he’d stand more of a chance,” noted Ron as he pointed to the screen, which showed that the synthodrones had popped like balloons and were currently oozing on the ground. It had not been Kim who downed them, however.

“Wow, he’s good,” Shego said approvingly. “Way better than you.”

“Yeah, but shrinkage is definitely an issue with those tights,” Ron observed, stroking his chin in a gesture meant to make him appear thoughtful and intelligent. Given his remark, however, it only made him look like more of an imbecile.

Not that Shego minded, since she agreed with the remark in question. “Well then I’m glad you wore those loose cargoes all those years.”

Ron smirked, an action which was becoming more and more commonplace for him over the last two days. “Well I’m glad you appreciate it.”

“I'll have to ‘appreciate’ it some other time,” said Shego. “That news broadcast is already a few hours old. Dr. D will probably be back in an hour or so. You’d better go.”

“Yeah, I was beginnin’ to feel like I’d start cumming blood anyway,” Ron replied. “Gotta save some of those fluids for future use.”

“Take one of his hover cars,” Shego suggested. He’s got so many of those he’ll never notice.”

“Are you sure?”

“He’ll be too busy listening to me chew his ass out over attacking Possible without me,” explained Shego, and Ron nodded to show that he agreed.

Ron leaned over and gave the green vixen a kiss goodbye, then stood up to leave. He gathered his pants where he had left them last night, picking up his shredded shirt as well so that Drakken didn’t notice it when he got back. Before leaving, he turned to Shego one last time.

“So when should we meet up again?”

She appeared to think about it for a moment. “I'll call you. Neither of us has very stable schedules.”

He nodded to show that he understood. “Alright. I rarely have anything important going on. More important than sex with you, of course.”

Shego smirked. “Are you saying there are more important things than having sex with me?”

“Well… uh… I mean….” Ron grabbed the sides of his head and began to hyperventilate.

His pale lover laughed. “Get goin’, ya big buffoon,” she commanded with a smile on her face. “It’s just a fling. You don’t really mean anything to me.”

That last sentence hurt Ron a little bit, but he at least tried to hide it. “Um, yeah,” he said, his throat suddenly dry. “See ya soon.” He turned and left as though he was in a hurry all of a sudden. This did not go unnoticed by Shego, who raised an eyebrow.

“Ah, crap,” she muttered. “Now I’ve hurt him.”

--

Drakken tiptoed into his lair, seemingly oblivious to the fact that his crash landing next to the hangar in his heavily damaged hovercraft had alerted not only Shego, whom he assumed was still in there—she only left when he actually needed her, after all—but also every authority within a five mile radius. Not that any of them would go investigate; that was one of the reasons why he chose this location to build his lair.

Still, the mad scientist at least tried to be sneaky in the hopes of surprising his sidekick by returning early. It wasn’t very likely that she would care, but that did not even occur to him. Egocentrism has a way of hiding the obvious.

So it was to his great surprise when he was the one who was caught off guard. As soon as he stepped into the darkened lair, a light snapped on and he whipped his head around to see Shego sitting in a chair looking ominous.

“Have a nice trip, Dr. D?” she asked in a monotone. “Hope the moms wasn’t too much.” Her flat tone combined with her dispassionate expression made her appear downright creepy.

“Er…” Drakken struggled to articulate, suddenly nervous. He reminded himself that there was absolutely no way Shego could know where he had been, so he forced a disgruntled look onto his face. “Nosy as always,” he grumbled. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to keep up a front with that woman? She just asks so many questions!” He paused for a moment as he considered something. “That’s why I like you, Shego. You never seem to care about anything I do. In a way your apathy is rather comforting.”

“Don’t mention it, Doc,” she said drolly. “But if you can put up with hating me for a few minutes, I’d like to know why you’re back so early. I sorta had plans this weekend.”

“Then why are you here?” the doctor inquired, unwittingly forming the perfect retort to her remark.

“Plans that involved a break from you,” the henchwoman replied in a cutting tone. “This place is actually kinda peaceful when you’re not around committing crimes against humanity.”

“Still, why didn’t you just go on your own vacation?”

“Because I know why you’re back so early,” she answered menacingly, “and it’s not because you managed to sneak out of your mommy’s house at night by tying all your sheets together.” Before Drakken could respond, she produced a remote and pressed a button, causing a recording of a news broadcast to appear on the giant monitor on the lair’s wall.

“This is Summer Gale, reporting live from Bermuda where teen heroes Kim Possible and Robin are currently engaging Dr. Drakken, a mad scientist that Miss Possible faces on a regular basis. Still no signs of international criminal Shego, Drakken’s sidekick, who is almost always seen with him. Nor have there been any sightings of Lon Loppable, Miss Possible’s own side—”

“Geez, they could at least get his goddamn name right,” Shego growled as she terminated the recording. She turned back to face Drakken, who was looking away from her like a four year old child in trouble, despite the fact that she supposedly answered to him.

“Look, Shego, I can explain—” he pleaded desperately as he raised a finger, but Shego silenced him by raising five of her own.

“First of all, the only thing you’re gonna do is shut the fuck up,” she said. He opened his mouth to protest, but she lit a fist and his mouth became a thin line. “Second, I am leaving, I just thought I’d wait for you to get back so I can tell you not to come looking for me. You know better than to do that by now, right?”

Drakken nodded, remembering the last time he had tried to track down his very private henchwoman. The memories caused him to gulp. “Yes, of course, Shego. T-take all the vacation time you need.” He started to sweat and began tugging at his collar.

Shego rolled her eyes and sighed. “I’m not gonna hurt you, doofus. I just figure that if you’re gonna act like you don’t need me, then I’m gonna take some time to myself.” She got up from her chair and produced a suitcase that had been sitting behind her the whole time. She then started to walk towards the door. Before she left, without even turning around, she said, “Put the mind control gun down, Dr. D.”

Stunned by the fact that his sidekick was apparently psychic—and ignoring the fact that he had lined the walls of this lair with numerous mirrors—Drakken complied. “Take your time, Shego! Don’t forget to write!” he said with forced enthusiasm, which only made his nervousness more obvious. Shego didn’t even reply, and simply walked out the door.

As soon as she left, Drakken hung his head and sighed. “I remember when sidekicks actually listened to orders,” he lamented. He paused and placed a finger to his chin as something occurred to him. “Not that any of those orders were ever mine, but still….”

--

“WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!”

“Wade, I—”

“Don’t ‘Wade’ me!” the computer genius shouted in a disturbing impression of Ron’s mother. “You were gone for over eighteen hours! What the hell happened?!”

“I told you, Shego took me prisoner, and she shut off my Kimmunicator.”

“And you escaped on your own?!” Wade asked incredulously.

“We uh, worked out a deal,” answered Ron, his eyes drifting towards the ceiling.

“What kind of—” Wade’s voice was cut off by a sudden knock on the door of Ron’s apartment. “Who is that?”

“Who are you, my mother?”

“Well, I just wanna—” He was interrupted by another knock.

“Stoppable, open up!”

“Is that Shego? I can send police units over there right—”

“No, Wade, don’t,” Ron said seriously.

“What? But, what if she’s there to—”

“It’s part of the deal we worked out, don’t worry about it,” Ron assured him. “Besides, you should probably be more worried about Kim. Have you gotten through to her yet?”

Wade shook his head. “I'll keep trying. But something keeps jamming my signal.”

“Stoppable, if you don’t open this door RIGHT NOW, I’m breaking it down!”

“Are you sure you can handle this yourself?” Wade asked.

Ron nodded. “Of course I am, Wade. Don’t worry about it. You can’t know everything.”

“That’s what you think,” the genius said with a wink before terminating the connection.

“RON, OPEN THE GODDAMN—”

“Alright, alright, I’m coming!” Ron shouted to get Shego out of her frenzy. He bolted across the room and opened the door. “Hey, Shego, what’s—”

“What the hell were you doing?!” she demanded to know, pushing past him into the apartment. She plopped down on the couch, carelessly kicking off her shoes.

“Talking to Wade,” he answered honestly, a bit put off by her behavior. He sat down in the easy chair next to the sofa across which his… playmate was currently sprawled. “I actually convinced him not to call the cops, which your yelling didn’t exactly help.”

“Yeah, well, I’m still kinda pissed at Dr. D for attacking Kimmie without me,” said Shego, sitting up. “I told him that if he didn’t need me, then I’d be taking the next few days off.”

“And you chose to come here?”

“Well doy,” the pale woman said crossly. “Or have you already forgotten our little fuck fest from earlier?”

“Oh, no, I remember that,” he replied. “It’s just that I didn’t expect to see you again so soon.” He turned away and chuckled bitterly. “After all, I don’t really mean anything to you,” he said with venom.

Shego rolled her eyes and sighed. “Oh, get the hell over it, ya crybaby,” she snapped. “I’m not exactly the committing type. You know that.”

“You still stay with Drakken even though his plans always fail,” Ron pointed out.

“Only because I take little breaks like this to maintain my sanity,” the green woman countered.

Ron shook his head. “Even if you’ll never admit it, Shego, I do mean something to you. Why else would you come here when there’s a dozen or more beaches with your name on it? You care about me.” He said that last part in an uncharacteristic sneer.

Shego snickered. “Yeah, fine, whatever. I just… I just like to let my actions speak for me, rather than get all lovey-dovey, okay? That mushy crap is for movies.”

“I know, Shego,” said Ron. “I know. It’s just… in case you haven’t noticed, I’m not exactly the kind of guy who picks up on subtle things. I’d appreciate it if you spelled it out for me a little more often.”

“And aside from your gratitude what would I get from that?”

He smirked. “Nothing. Because my gratitude is all you need.”

She scoffed. “Yeah right. I only like you ‘cause you’re good in the sack.”

“Admit it; you need you some Ron-shine,” he said teasingly.

“Shut up and fuck me,” Shego growled, getting up from the couch and pouncing onto Ron’s lap.

“Tell me you appreciate me first,” Ron said with a smirk.

Shego rolled her eyes. “Fine, I appreciate you. Now can we get on with the fucking?”

He smiled. “That’s all I needed to hear, Shego,” he said before helping her out of her shirt.

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If I were truly evil I’d not only end the chapter right there, but the story as well. But alas, I’m too invested in this plot to let it run dry. Stay tuned for more!

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