I don't own these characters; Disney does.

A/N: This is the sequel to my SheOri story The Price of Honor. You might want to read that before reading this one. It might help explain why the characters are a little OOC, but then again, it might not. Either way, you'll find the characters to be a little OOC.

Evil takes a Vacation

1: A Year Later

"Shego, Yori, it's time!" Drakken bellowed, throwing his hands in the air and tilting his head back, laughing joyously… or maniacally. It was always hard to tell with him.

"Doctor D, what the hell are you yelling about now?" Shego inquired with a frown as she marched into the main control room of their current lair. It was not the best lair they had, but it was not a dump either. It was still standing, making it a plus to Drakken.

They had lost quite a few lairs in the past year, but Drakken did not seem too bothered by it beyond the fact that they needed to keep moving or he lost equipment. He could now afford moving about, though. Without having to pay a horde of henchmen, he was actually saving money. It would seem he had made a good decision to fire all of the henchmen and hire Yori, even though he did not think it was such a good idea early on. Not to mention, he did not know Yori was the main reason he lost so many lairs.

Drakken was about to respond, but when his eyes fell on Shego, he thought she knew what he meant. She appeared to be dressed for it and everything. He grinned, which got wider when he noticed Yori pop up behind Shego. She also looked prepared for what the night held. He actually jumped up and down like a delighted child, making a strange happy hum. Shego regarded Drakken with a half-sneer and an arched eyebrow. What the hell was wrong with Drakken? He was acting weirder than usual.

"It's Friday," Yori reminded Shego, who had to turn around and look at the ninja.

Yori had on a cute outfit, as cute had become her thing. There was a black skirt with flora print and a pink shirt with black suspenders. Even her boots were cute since she had taken the time to put Pokemon decals on them. Shego was slightly embarrassed she knew what Pokemon was, but she knew Yori's favorite things. A lighthearted smile adorned Yori's face and realization slapped Shego in the head.

"No, no, no." Shego shook her head emphatically and waved her hands to let them know that was not happening, not this Friday.

"Yes, yes, yes. We've got to get going soon, and I'm happy you're dressed for it for once!" Drakken clapped his hands and danced on his toes as his grin damn near split his face open.

Shego looked down at her outfit. Nothing she had on was for what he planned. She wore casual clothing with her usual colors, black pants and boots with an emerald form-fitting shirt. Her black leather jacket was resting on her left arm, prepared to put it on when she got to the front entrance of the lair. She rolled her eyes and another sneer tugged at her lips.

"I'm not dressed for that silly crap. Why the hell do you think I would ever, in a million years, voluntarily put on my good clothes for something so stupid? It's beyond silly," Shego replied. She would ask what he was smoking, but she did not have the time, the chart paper, or the crayons necessary to explain him what that type of insult meant.

"It's not silly!" Drakken had the nerve to glare at her.

Shego would not have paid him any mind if only Yori had not shouted the same thing. Yori folding her arms over her chest and giving Shego a stern look did not help. Shego groaned and ran her hand over her face while shaking her head. Over their time together, Yori and Drakken had bonded over the most annoying activity that Shego could think of — karaoke. The first time Drakken took Yori to sing karaoke, the ninja fell in love with it, really upsetting the balance in Shego's universe.

Well, actually, karaoke was also a good thing in Shego's life, not that she would ever admit it out loud. This was something Drakken and Yori had bonded over and enjoyed doing together. This one thing got Drakken to give Yori a chance and stopped him from talking about sending Yori back to Japan. He had really taken to her after that and she returned the affection, enjoying that he liked her for herself now and not because she was an employee.

Because Drakken got along with Yori, Shego had to take less time screaming at him. This was something Yori found good. She spoke to Shego about her temper many times and got Shego into mediating, hoping it would calm her down. It seemed to be working… most of the time anyway. Sometimes, things were too stupid for Shego to have the patience of a saint.

"Look, we're not going to do any silly karaoke. It's Friday, past five, and we're off the clock," Shego pointed out, motioning between herself and Yori. They had a date.

Drakken's brow wrinkled. "So?"

"So, damn it, we're not going!" Shego stomped her foot, needing to literally put her foot down for them to understand this was not happening. Not today anyway. Suddenly, she felt a gentle hand on the small of her back, tracing circles around the base of her spine. It took effort to not purr from the sensation. She sighed and took a couple of breaths before speaking again. "Look, Doctor D, we're not doing karaoke tonight. We've got other plans."

"Other plans? Like what? Maybe I can come along." Drakken's eyes twinkled with hope, but his grin faltered slightly. Shego flinched at those words.

"Sorry, but it would not be a good idea, Drakken-san," Yori said, cutting in because she knew Shego was on the verge of blowing up on their employer.

All day, all Shego wanted to do was get out of the lair with Yori and now Doctor Drakken held them up, trying to interject himself into their plans. It did not help that they had recently finished a job and Drakken was more irksome to deal with when they were working. Yori knew it was only a matter of time before Shego lost it on him and no amount of deep breaths or soothing back-rubs would save him from Shego's wrath.

"What? But, we always hang out!" Drakken whined, making tight fists and shaking them back and forth.

Shego huffed. "Doctor D, we don't always hang out. We've gone to do stupid karaoke a few times and that's it." She made tight fists of her own and closed her eyes. Maybe if she did not see him for a few seconds, she could fully calm down. She did not want to deal with his obliviousness and attention-seeking behavior right now. She had enough of that during their latest misadventure. She counted to ten in her head, but it was not helping much. She felt a little more pressure on her back and talented fingers eased the tension out of her body.

"What Shego-chan is trying to say, Drakken-san, is that tonight is, what do you call it?" Yori paused for a moment, putting her finger to her chin in thought. "A girls' night out, I believe the term is. We are having a girls' night out."

Once again, a cerulean forehead furrowed. Black eyes squinted, laced with confusion. It was almost as if he did not know they were girls or that he was not one. The idea tickled Shego while it did not even cross Yori's mind.

"What do you mean?" Drakken asked. He poked his lip out a little, threatening a full-on pout. If he were not careful, Shego would punch the pout off of his face. Well, maybe. She was not sure since she was not interested in Yori scolding her for hitting him.

"C'mon, Doctor D, you know if it was something regular, we'd be willing to let you tag along, but it's not!" Shego glared at her boss as if she was trying to set him on fire with her mind. If she could, she probably would. At least then she could claim it was an accident and avoid having Yori reprimand her.

Often, Yori could coax Shego into letting Drakken come along on outings. The ninja honestly liked Drakken "off the clock," as she had heard Shego put it. When he was not trying to take over the world, he could be sweet and funny and sometimes he was just as clueless about things as she was. She wondered why he wasted his time with sinister matters and she hoped one day he changed his mind and tried to do the right thing. Although, as she understood things, he had tried to do the right thing — going so far as to help save the planet — but, for whatever reason, he could not stick to it.

"Drakken-san, please, try to understand," Yori pled, onyx eyes wet and begging.

"But, what about karaoke?" Drakken asked, his own pout in place. "Don't you want to go?"

"I would like to go, but Shego has already planned this night out. We will go do karaoke next week, yes?" Yori countered. She would like to do it, but she also wanted to go out with Shego.

"Hell, no," Shego said under her breath. She knew she would be going, though, if Yori went and Yori would go.

"All right, all right. I guess I'll just stay here… alone…" Drakken put on a full-blown pout with his bottom lip out and flashed them sad, puppy eyes.

"Okay!" Shego grinned and clapped her hands together, ready to go now that everything was settled.

"Shego-chan," Yori said sharply.

The green-skinned warrior sighed and rolled her eyes. "Next time, Doctor D," she promised, hoping he would stop forcing out that expression, so that she and Yori could get the hell out of there.

"Uh… okay," Drakken agreed because of the look that both ladies gave him. Emerald and obsidian implored him to let them go. At least Yori promised next week. He knew that was as good as gold.

"We'll see you later, Doctor D," Shego said, putting her arm around Yori's waist to lead the ninja out of the room.

"Later, Drakken-san," Yori said with a slight bow. She tried her best to ignore how he looked at they left. It felt like they abandoned him and it cut across her heart. "Drakken-san looks so lonely," she commented.

"He probably is, but we can't take him everywhere we go. It's a date, after all," Shego reminded the younger woman.

Yori nodded. "Why is it that we just do not tell him that?"

Shego sighed and shook her head. "First off, he wouldn't get it. You know how Doctor D is. We say one thing, he takes it to mean something else and then we have to spend the whole day trying to explain it to him. That's annoying enough when it's something easy. If we told him we're dating, we'd be drawing him diagrams for the rest of the month."

"Is it such a hard concept?" Yori asked, staring at her with wide eyes, eager to learn.

"For Drakken, yes. He looks at us all as, you know, an evil family and whatnot." Shego paused and Yori nodded. "By telling him we're girlfriends, it messes up the picture already in his head. Once we mess up that picture, we have to take the time to first erase the image and then draw another image for him. Like when we had to explain to him what hot cereal was and he wouldn't believe us because he thought of cereal as just the sugar with marshmallows and crap," Shego answered. Her head hurt just thinking about when they had to sit Drakken down and come out.

Yori nodded, as if she understood, even though she did not totally understand. She just believed in Shego and she knew Drakken had a habit of being difficult when something did not conform to the picture in his head. She supposed that was one of the things that made Drakken insane.

Shego made sure the matter was dropped in favor of more stimulating conversation, bringing up where she was taking Yori tonight. The kunoichi was excited just hearing about it, as always. She held onto Shego tightly all the way to the car, trying to contain herself, but eventually it became too much; this often happened. She began to bounce a little in her seat as Shego drove them away from the desolate area that surrounded the lair. Shego smiled. For some reason, Yori's excitement always flowed into her and filled her with joy. It made going to even the simplest or most annoying places bearable.

"I love plays!" the ninja declared while reaching over and clutching onto Shego's arm, despite the fact that Shego was driving.

"I know," Shego replied with a smile. A green hand gently patted the slim thigh in the passenger seat.

Over the past few months, Shego and Yori had both been discovering things Yori liked beyond manga and anime. All types of cartoons and comics delighted Yori, which made it very easy to get her gifts. Dates were just as easy because she loved the theater and movies. She loved seeing stories unfold, especially fantasies. Anything with a lot of imagination and wild visuals captured her attention until it was over.

"Remember our first play? It was so amazing!" Yori squirmed in her seat.

Shego smiled more. "Yeah, I know. I was there. I'm more amazed they didn't throw us out the way you squealed at damn near everything."

Yori snickered and stuck her tongue out at Shego, who rolled her eyes. Early on, it was touch-and-go with their dates because they had to figure out what Yori liked and what Shego was willing to endure. Concerts were out. Yori could not get a grasp for music, which Shego thought explained why the little ninja enjoyed karaoke so much. Yori had sat through a couple of concerts after that discovery because she knew Shego was a big fan of all types of music and she also went to clubs for that reason.

Clubbing had been limited recently, even though Shego thoroughly enjoyed that activity. Yori was terribly uncomfortable in clubs. In fact, Yori stuck to her as if they were glued together whenever they entered a club. There were too many people, it was too loud, and too dark for Yori to properly relax in. Shego figured they could try the whole clubbing thing again when Yori got used to being in a big, moving crowd without having to watch a target or thinking someone might attack them. Also, Yori still needed to learn to dance because what she called dancing now was painful to watch and Shego cringed whenever she thought about it.

"Is it a musical?" Yori asked, a cute wrinkle in her forehead.

A teasing smile curled onto Shego's lips. "Am I going to take you some place where you'll whine through the whole thing?"

Yori smiled, too, knowing the answer to that. Once again, music was not something that grabbed Yori, so she disliked musicals. They did not make any sense to her. Yes, she knew it was all make-believe and she enjoyed things that involved imagination, but still, she could not make any sense of musicals. Why did people always burst into song in the middle of something? For her, that was just about the most unrealistic thing ever and no amount of imagination would fix that.

"Are we going to eat first?" Yori asked. She could not sit in silence when in the car with Shego on their way to a date. She needed as much information as Shego was willing to provide, which sometimes was not much. Shego liked to surprise her occasionally and Yori was bad at handling surprises.

"We should have time for that. Where do you want to go?" Shego countered.

"Oh, Thai! Thai!" Yori cheered, going as far as to clap.

Shego could not help smiling, loving the excitement oozing from her girlfriend. It danced down her nerves and settled in her happy place. "Thai it is." It's amazing how different she is now compared to when she first came.

Yori grinned and the expression let Shego know exactly what the ninja thought. Shego, you're the best! Yori had said those words often, but her eyes and face said them much more. Shego was stunned that whenever she heard those words or noticed the expression, she felt lighter and her insides quivered with delight.

"If only you looked at me like you look at Thai food," Shego remarked.

Yori chuckled. "Silly. I look at you way better than Thai food."

"You don't have to flatter me. I'm already taking you to the Thai place." Shego winked at her.

Yori laughed more. Shego drove them to a Thai restaurant she knew Yori enjoyed. Since Shego looked at it as her job to make sure Yori experienced as much of the world as possible, she made sure Yori always got a touch of new cuisine when given the chance. Yori now had a top ten list of favorite types of food and the list could be broken down into many different categories. If going by country, Thai food was definitely on the list; West Indian and Indian food also made the list. She loved spicy food.

"I'm not ordering the whole menu for you this time, though," Shego said, as if she was punishing Yori. Yori's metabolism was impressive, even to Shego, who burned calories like she burned… well, things with her hands.

Yori gave her an impish smile, leaning on the table. "Oh, half the menu will do."

Shego smiled back and they ordered their meals, which came quickly. Shego liked watching Yori eat. It was always an exercise in control and neatness. She used chopsticks for everything she could. Whatever the chopsticks could not handle, she used a spoon. She always ate slow and deliberate, trying to savor all of the flavor. Yori had a way of making every meal seem like a religious experience that Shego could not tear her eyes away from.

"Shego-chan, aren't you going to eat?" Yori asked, halfway through her meal. She was beaming due to the warm meal and her current company.

"Of course I am. After I take in your beauty for a little longer," Shego remarked with a charming smirk and got exactly what she was aiming for — a blush from Yori.

"Shego-chan…" Yori was speechless. Even after a year of dating, she really did not know how to take compliments, especially from Shego.

The pale woman only smiled, letting Yori know words were not necessary. They finished their food and left for the theater. Yori clutched onto Shego out the whole production. Her eyes danced and her face was bright with happiness. Shego was content to stare at Yori for the whole night, enjoying the elated expression on Yori's face and proud to know she was the one that put it there.

Shego was not sure what came over her since Yori entered her life. Sometimes, she paused and thought about the things she did and she could not believe it was her doing the actions. She did not mind, but she could not believe it. She had not figured out what it was about Yori that touched something inside of her that she did not know existed, but she recognized Yori did touch her and she accepted it. Hell, she liked it — a lot.

Because Yori triggered things inside of her, Shego was willing to sit through all sorts of things she did not like, like plays. If she was in a theater, she liked a concert to be happening, but she supposed that would not happen anytime soon. She was willing to put up with Yori's disregard for music. Why? She could not figure that out yet, no matter how often she thought about it. Why did Yori have this power over her and why was she willing to accept that?

"I love it when there's a happy ending!" Yori giggled as they exited the theater with the rest of the crowd once the show was over. There was an energy in the air and she buzzed with it, like she often did after a show. She was still latched onto Shego's arm, resting her head against Shego's silk-covered shoulder. Smiling came so easy to her now, and the ninja was very aware of that. She delighted smiling, delighted having things to smile about.

"You do? I had no idea!" Shego offered her a lopsided grin. She slid her arm around Yori's slim waist, resting her hand on Yori's hip. Yori had to adjust her arm due to the new position, but she liked it because it brought her closer to the older woman.

The kunoichi chuckled and lightly hit her companion. "Oh, you! Thank you for this, Shego-chan."

"It's my pleasure, Cherry Blossom. I'm here to show you the world, after all," Shego replied with a smirk on her face and her chin in the air.

"Thank you, Shego-chan. You've been so good to me," Yori said, sincerity and awe dripping from her words. The expression on her face, light and earnest, could have powered the whole world.

Shego could only shrug because there were no words in creation to respond to that smile. She wondered if Yori realized what lengths she would go for the younger woman to see that smiling face. It scared her to think about it, really, but she could not do anything about it. She was sure she would never be the same without that smile in her life, so she would accept her fate.

The year for Shego had been just as fulfilling as it had been for Yori. Shego found someone whose company did not set her off every two minutes and who was respectful toward her, which was something she thoroughly liked. Something about Yori helped keep her calm and made her patient — at least when it came to Yori anyway — and she found she liked that. It felt good not to get worked up every few minutes about something she knew was trivial and allowed her to see the world in a new light, learning to enjoy simple things.

"Home now?" Yori asked as they got to the car.

Shego glanced at her. "Why? Is there somewhere that you want to go?" She would take Yori to the ends of the Earth right now if it was what the ninja desired.

Yori shook her head. "Home sounds very nice." In fact, the thought of home put a smile on her face. She was starting to understand that home was a concept and not just a place because going to Yamanouchi never put a smile on her face like going home with Shego did. Going home to Yamanouchi never made her feel warm from the tips of her toes to the ends of her hair.

"Home it is." Shego pulled off.

They lived together, away from whatever lair Drakken was using. There was a practical reason for it. With Yori around, Drakken lost a lot more lairs than he used to. Shego was not looking forward to having to replace some of her more beloved possession every time Yori interfered with Drakken's crazy scheme. Yori agreed with that logic, especially as she got more and more possessions. She would be crushed if her manga collection was as much as singed.

Living together also allowed them to be alone together. Whenever they were at the lair, they had to worry about Drakken. Most of the time, they could put up with him. Shego was an expert at ignoring him by now and Yori studied him, tried to figure him out. There were times when they both did just wish Drakken would go away, though, but now they had a place of their own, they could just retreat to their home.

The couple lived in a small condo by the beach, a private section of the beach. The condo was on a hill and in the day, they could look down at the sparkling shoreline. At night, they both liked to sit outside and gaze at the moon shining on the water. Yori always looked so contented and it hit Shego in her stomach. They exercised and practiced on the beach whenever they could, sparring, which sometimes morphed into playful wrestling, which then transformed into heated make-out sessions.

Shego pulled into the driveway and they exited the car. They took a moment to look out beyond their home and they could hear the waves crashing against the shore. There were clouds out, so the moon was blocked from view, but it was still beautiful. The sea air smelled perfectly right and filled the small, empty spaces inside of them. Yori could not help wrapping herself around Shego as they enjoyed the quiet moment.

Once the moment passed, the couple turned to go into their home. They took their shoes off at the door. It went beyond it being force of habit for Yori, but to keep their carpets cleaned and their hardwood floors unmarked. Shego turned on the lights, revealing a comfortable size living room with partial carpeting. The carpet was white while the walls were a very light green. The sofa was black leather accented by a black marble coffee table. Beyond the living room were large, square windows.

Yori made a beeline for the living room, wanting to watch television. They had satellite and it picked up three different channels with anime, so Yori was pretty much addicted to it. Shego often left her to it, figuring Yori had a lot of television watching to catch up on, since she did not get to do it much in her nineteen — soon-to-be twenty — years of life.

Shego went to the back, intent on taking a shower and changing into some house clothes. She went into her bedroom; they had separate bedrooms. Shego thought it would be good for Yori to have her own room and the ninja had been very excited to have a room to herself. Of course, the room was packed with manga, anime, wall scrolls, posters, and collectible figurines. It was heaven for Yori.

There were days when Yori would follow Shego into her room and sleep with her. There was some contact, heavy petting on occasion, but nothing further than that. Shego was determined to show self-control for once in her life and not push Yori into something she might not be ready for, and a sexual relationship when they first began was definitely something Yori was not ready for. As time went on, Yori became more and more curious and have deeper urges, but they just never went to that point.

Sometimes, Yori crawled into Shego's bed, not for making out, but for sheer comfort. Yori suffered from terrible nightmares and she could not sleep on those nights, but feeling Shego against her, arms around her, chased away some of the nightmares and the bad thoughts. Another reason Shego really let Yori set the pace of the relationship was because of how damaged the ninja's psyche seemed to be. Shego did not want to add to Yori's troubled mind. She was supposed to take care of Yori, after all, and she took her self-appointed task quite seriously.

Once she was showered and dressed, Shego went to keep Yori company; hey, there were a few shows that Shego could not only stomach, but she actually liked. Yori cuddled next to her as soon as she was on the couch. Shego put an arm around her shoulders.

"You don't want to change?" Shego asked.

Yori looked at her with shocked, wide eyes. "And miss a new episode?"

Shego chuckled. "Of course not." Of course, they would be new episodes on all night of different shows. It was a good thing they could record programs or Yori might never sleep.

As the night drew on and they watched several shows, they both decided it was bedtime. Yori showered and put on her pajamas and that night she crawled into bed with Shego without even thinking about going to her room. She did not just crawl into bed, but she crawled on top of Shego.

"You seem like you want my attention, Cherry Blossom," Shego remarked with a wide smile.

Yori beamed right back. "You're so good to me." The statement was a simple fact. She stared into Shego's eyes for a long moment, as if trying to memorize every bit of her. She leaned down to place a tender kiss to Shego's willing lips.

Shego ran her hand through Yori's soft, silky hair. "You make it easy."

"Do I?" Another kiss.

"You are extremely low maintenance." She meant that in a good way. It was easy to take care of Yori and that was something she thoroughly appreciated. She hoped things were always that way.

The ninja knew Shego meant that in a good way and leaned down for another, deeper kiss. After a few seconds, Yori lapped at Shego's lips, requesting entrance. Shego smiled internally, happy with her girlfriend's boldness. It had taken a lot of work to get Yori to that point, but now she was very comfortable with taking control of any kiss.

Shego's hands wandered at leisure over Yori's body, which the ninja was fine with. Soft moans escaped Yori's mouth, swallowed down by Shego since they were still attached at the lips. As if testing Shego's crumbling resolve, Yori started grinding herself against Shego's leg. Each move sent pressure through Shego and she throbbed with desire. The older woman wanted to cry, knowing things would not go beyond dry humping.

The first time Yori had rubbed herself against Shego, she blushed and apologized over it. It was clear she had not expected her body to seek out friction and she retreated into herself for a long moment. Shego had assured her it was fine and that was all Yori needed. Now, she basically experimented with different ways to drive Shego out of her mind with sexual frustration — in Shego's opinion anyway, even though she knew Yori did not mean to.

Shego thought Yori movements came from knowing she wanted something, but not knowing what it was. She was not going to say anything, though, until Yori finally brought it up. Until then, they were both going to frustrated with the situation, even though Yori tended to find more relief than Shego did.

"Shego-chan…" Yori whimpered, her face flush and her face now slightly away from Shego's. Pale hands still wandered, caressed, and outright groped the ninja. It was all above the clothing, but Shego ached to touch smooth skin.

Shego did not say anything, but shifted her leg for her girlfriend. Yori whined as pressure was increased for her. Her hips moved faster, pressed harder and Shego shuddered with each move. Then, Yori's breath caught in her throat and her movements stilled. She collapsed on top of Shego with a smile on her face. Shego smiled too, certain she had never seen a better sight than Yori looming over her, surprised contentment clouding her eyes.

Shego purred as Yori nuzzled her neck. She caressed Yori's back as the ninja's breath settled and returned to normal. Yori wiggled against her, making herself comfortable. Shego kissed her cheek. Yori returned the kiss, but to Shego's neck.

"Shego, I'm so happy you're in my life," Yori said.

"Same here, Cherry Blossom. Same here," Shego whispered.

Yori sighed softly and settled against the warm body underneath her. As sleep was set to carry the younger woman away, darkness crawled out into her mind, making her think of the past. This is what brought on her nightmares, making her feel like her stomach was going to drop out. The idea of nightmares scared her enough to send a shiver down her spine. The fear was chased away by gentle fingers stroking her back. The past was the past and it could not trouble her anymore. She would use her time now to make up for the past, though. With Shego by her side, she could do things right. She fell into a peaceful sleep, as she always did when held by Shego, her savior and protector as far as she was concerned.


Next time: Yori gets a letter from Yamanouchi and she thinks they're going to take her away from Shego. Shego calms her down by offering to go… and she plans a little side trip before they go to Japan.