Surprisingly yes.

Shego was... caught off guard. She had been expecting far more resistance than he put up. Was that the book or was he really just that good of a person? If it was the latter, she would absolutely love corrupting him into someone as dark and wicked as herself. Though, what was even more shocking was his medical acumen. She did suppose that he had been on the wrong end of some of her own punches and kicks, but he did always look fine during the next bout. She had always chalked it up to some super healing from his... mystical monkey powers. While that seemed to play a large part of it, his own experiences with stitching and medicine had no doubt assisted.

Shego had been at his place for about two months, resting and recovering from the injuries she had so graciously received from some machinations stolen from the Seniors. Spinning blades, giant balls, weird things like that. Of course, she was careful enough to avoid hurting herself too bad. This was nothing she couldn't recover from quite easily, but there had been an element of risk as she was still more **** than she would have liked. But it was paying off in spades. And not only was he a great nurse, he seemed to be a great cook as well. She wouldn't have guessed it from all the time she and Drakken had caught them at that disgusting taco joint, but he could create quite the culinary masterpiece.

While Shego was far from communicative about her own injuries and her life since they last encountered one another all those years ago, Ron was more than willing to answer her questions. It was nice to have someone to listen to his plights. Between class and football, it was nice to just relax with a... well, whatever Shego was. Friend? Frienemy? It's not like Kim even cared that they hadn't had a date in some months now; she was too busy soaking in the limelight. "So, where's that little mole friend of yours?"

Shego asked as she twirled her fork into the pasta Ron had made for them. A shot of grief flashed across Ron's face before it vanished. "Oh, Rufus. Yea, the little guy... He... Well, naked mole rats don't have the longest of lifespans. But he had a pretty active and fulfilling life."

"Figured you'd be the kind of person to have another little friend running around, though," Shego replied nonchalantly, almost a bit callously.

Ron shrugged his shoulders in resignation, "you can't replace someone like that. Besides, even if I wanted to get a dog or something, the apartment wouldn't let me. I'm already breaking a bunch of rules having a second person living here who's not on the lease. And that's even if Kim changed her mind on getting an animal."

"What do you mean?" Shego asked, prodding a bit more.

"Well, Kim spends most of her time saving the world and stuff. Or whatever. So she said that once we're married, we won't have a time for another pet, so it's... well, she said it's good Rufus... passed on when he did so that I could devote my time to stuff that mattered," he replied, poking at his food. His mood had soured as had his appetite.

Shit, Kimmy, Shego thought. That's pretty brutal. Not that she felt bad for Stoppable or anything of the sort. She was just impressed by Kim's own callous response. Yet, she had a chance here. She stood up and walked over to him, kneeling down next to him, putting a hand under his chin and bringing his gaze to her own. "I can tell it hit you pretty hard and, from the sound of things, it doesn't seem like you had much support in the way of Kimmy."

Ron felt the emotions well up in him, though he was doing his best to stifle them. "Hey, if you need to... you can let it out." Shego's face remained sympathetic, but her mind whirred. Why the fuck had she said that? Great. Now she had to prepare for the crying.

Ron took in a deep breath, holding it for a moment, before letting it out. "No, it's fine." He pulled his head away from her hand and stood up. "Are you done? I should get started on the dishes."

"Yea." It was all she could get out. She was a bit stunned, to say the least. She could see the sorrow and pain behind his eyes. Why hadn't he let it out? Because of her? Was he trying to prove something? Was he trying to impress her? No... that wasn't him. He was many things, but he had always been genuine. Even in the short interactions they had, he'd never been anything but himself. So why was he- I don't care. He's ****. This is the perfect time to swoop in. "Okay, I'm going to go get ready for bed."

"I'll come in to check on you after I'm done," he said as he cleaned the plates and kitchen.

Shego scurried off to the bedroom - the one she had co-opted. Well, she would like to say she had co-opted it, but Ron had just offered it to her on the first night while he took the couch. She stripped down out of the t-shirt and jeans he had bought her and laid in the bed in nothing but her underwear. She reached under the pillow and opened up the book; the sex note.

• Shego will come into Ron Stoppable's apartment; she will be beaten and bruised. He will take care of her until he can no longer resist her and gives in and fucks her.

The time table hadn't been specified, but she figured she could strike while the iron was hot, so to speak. Hiding the book, she waited for Ron to come in.