Post-nut clarity, of course.

Ron and Shego went at it again and again throughout the night, his lust-fueled mind assailing him over and over again, causing him to give in to his impulses.

The next morning, however, Ron woke up with a start. He was in bed - his bed - naked, with Shego cuddled against him, her naked body against his. The previous night's memories flooded back to him, getting a rise out of his cock. But instead, he hopped out of bed, waking the sleeping Shego.

Ron's eyes widened before he stepped back, "Shego, I'm so sorry! I didn't- Fuck! I'm so sorry! How could I do something so-?" He turned and ran away out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Shego laid back on the bed, a wicked smile on her face. She'd succeeded in phase one. This book really was handy. She'd gotten what she wanted. Yet, despite being filled, she felt... empty?

Her mind flew back to a few weeks prior. She had been having a particularly difficult week; she had been waiting for her plan to come into fruition and she was growing impatient. As such, she was on edge most of the day. When Ron got home from classes, she took it out on him, yelling, demanding, snapping, and then some. Yet, he just took it. He let her expel her anger at him before he left and came back with a glass of water. "Feel better?" He asked, handing it to her. 

Shego just sat there, lost and confused. He just took it? No snapping or crying or leaving? "T-thank you," she replied as she took a sip from the glass. 

"Sometimes, when I'm angry, I go out to the training room and beat up some football dummies. I'm not very good at it; I'm not very strong. I run. That's my thing. But it sometimes feels good to just get that frustration out," he said, quickly glancing at a picture of him and Kim before back to Shego. "If you need a verbal punching bag, and I can do that for you, then I'll sit here and take it. I know what it's like to not have anyone to vent to." 

Shego fell back onto the bed, dumbfounded. She grabbed a pillow and brought it over her chest, squeezing it. It smells like him still... Every night she'd laid in bed - his bed - and taken him in. She was surprised to find out it wasn't disgusting or repulsive. It was like sandalwood and cinnamon. It comforted her and helped relax her before she fell asleep. That was another thing: she felt comfortable here. Usually, she was on edge when she slept at her place. But here, it felt... Shego shook her head and closed her eyes. Come on, Shego. Snap out of it!

He didn't deserve that. He doesn't deserve any of this. He's probably the only genuinely good person in this entire world, yet he allows himself to be treated like utter shit. Shego clutched the pillow tighter. Wait, why do I care? This is just to fuck over Kimmy and make her life hell! "Then why..." She felt her heartbeat grow faster. Since when did she care about anyone, much less him?

Then again, when had anyone actually cared about her? Her brothers, sure. That was a long time ago. Maybe they still cared, but she had long since cut them out of her life. She was a true villainess now; she was supposed to have a heart of stone and rage. Yet, she felt herself breaking in Ron's bedroom, wanting nothing more than to be sitting with him and listening to his stupid jokes and his stories about his day. She loved seeing the way his face lit up when he did well at football practice or if he did well on a test. His smile was infectious and it fed her empty heart. He fed her empty heart. When he was gone, she felt herself constantly longing for his company. She should have left a month ago after her wounds healed; surely he knew something was going on?

There was a light tapping at the door, "hey, Shego, can I come in?"

She managed to **** out a 'yes,' before quickly wiping her eyes. When did she start crying? Ron opened the door with a glass of water, yet again, offering it to her. Her quivering lips hid before the cushion, but she took the water and sat it on the bedside table next to her.

"Can I sit?" He asked, nodding towards the bed.

"It's your room," she quipped quietly. Dammit, Shego! Stop!

Ron sat down and let out a sigh, "I... I don't even know where to begin with that. I took advantage of you in a **** state and-"

Shego listened to him rattle off his apology for something that wasn't even his own fault. She couldn't take it anymore and the damn broke. "You didn't do anything wrong. I enjoyed all of it!" A lie. I'm good at those.

Ron listened intently, his face contorted into a look of concern. "I don't... That's really nice, but-"

"Listen, Ron, I like you. A lot. A lot more than Possible probably does. So... let me take care of you. Let someone else be the sidekick for once," Shego said. Empty platitudes to lull him into a false sense of security? Or did she really mean it?

Ron was floored; he was almost sure she would be furious with him. Yet, she did seem to enjoy it. And it felt really damn good. It's not like Kim would know or care either way. So what if he hooked up with someone on the side? And that someone seemed to... genuinely care about him? And so what if that person just so happened to be Shego? What could go wrong?