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Just Love Me

What, an actual fanfic and not just tiny quotes? It's a mediocre offering but yes, an actual story.

Anyway, this fic is a direct sequel to Just Hold Me. You need to have read that story first to understand this one.

This fic includes the warnings: non-graphic mentions of sexual assault; mildly descriptive sex scene. This fic is an extremely solid M-rating in my mind.

Writer's honest opinion, I feel like I didn't wrap this up well enough and that it needs a third sequel... I only addressed one of the issues, and I'm not sure I addressed it well at all. But. This fic has been sitting "complete" for over two years now, I've no one to beta, and it's time to get it moving. If it's lousy y'all can be brutally honest, lol.

Okay, on to the angst...

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Just Love Me

Drakken stood silently in the bedroom doorway, watching his wife. She lay on her back in their bed, blankets askew at her waist. Her hair was mussed all around her where she had tossed and turned, and her palms lay flat on her chest and abdomen where her dark gray t-shirt was also a bit twisted from her restlessness. She was wide-eyed and staring at the ceiling.

Drakken had been watching her for nearly thirty minutes. Her eyes had been closed when he came back to the room, though she hadn't been asleep. And it was clear she hadn't slept at all for the hour he had left before that, working quietly in the den in hopes that she might finally sleep.

He glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Only 2:46 p.m.

Shego never slept anymore. Not since... Since the incident.

Things had only gotten worse since the interrogations by Global Justice and the police, inquiring into Sangerson's death.

Drakken had been offended that neither organization seemed to put any weight on the attack against his wife that had led to her accidentally killing Sangerson in self-defense. And when he had finally exploded at the authorities after their insinuation that she had acted deliberately, they had finally apologized. Or rather, offered the excuse that since no prison on Earth had ever been able to hold the former villainess, it seemed unbelievable that one average human, criminal though he was, had managed it.

On the bed, Shego suddenly lurched onto her side. Drakken's eyes widened and he made his presence known.

"Shego?" he asked in fear.

"Gonna throw up..." she mumbled as she held her stomach and her breaths became heavy.

Drakken grabbed the wastebasket and held it beneath her face where she had leaned over the edge of the bed. She recoiled only slightly, and then stared past him at the floor as she tried to steady herself. He watched as her breaths gradually began to slow, and then after about a minute she cautiously lay back on the bed. She set one hand over her abdomen again, but the other she placed on her forehead as she closed her eyes, her lips parted and her brow furrowed as she continued to struggle.

Drakken's heart was racing. She hadn't been physically sick in the days that had passed. It didn't make any sense... Except...

"Morning sickness?" he asked carefully.

"Maybe," she said softly, her eyes opening briefly as she considered. After a few seconds she closed them again, her voice falling to a whisper. "I think it's still too soon."

Drakken's heart sank in despair. She barely ate. She didn't go to work anymore (per his demand, she was on stress leave). She lay in bed for half the day more often than not, but never napped and could barely get a few hours of sleep at nights. Now she was getting ill.

As fearful as he was for her, he had an equally great fear for the new life that was growing inside her.

Drakken was a scientist. As soon as they had learned Shego was pregnant, he had started his research. He knew how important it was for mothers to have stress-free pregnancies in order for the healthy development of the baby. Especially in the earliest weeks.

He watched for another minute as her breathing gradually evened. She swallowed slowly, and he saw how dry her lips were. He glanced at the two nightstands and saw no cup indicating she'd had water that day. He looked back at her as she switched which hand was on her abdomen and which was on her forehead.

Drakken felt the fear begin to tighten his chest. He cleared his throat softly and then set his hand softly next to hers over her middle. But at the moment his fingers made contact, she startled slightly. His heart hurt even more. Despite the audible warning he'd given, she still hadn't been sure...

He looked at her face. Some of the worry lines in her forehead had faded. He hoped his touch was helpful... No, he knew it was. But she was still struggling a lot more with all that had happened than she had expected herself to. It made him wonder at times if she'd actually told him the entire truth of what had happened. He would then immediately remind himself she had no reason to lie. Unless to spare his feelings...

He went back and forth over it in his mind for several minutes. But as he had gotten the train of thought going, he suddenly found he couldn't shake it as he looked at her distressed face and listened to her shallow breaths. He pinched his eyes shut, furious with himself. But his lips moved anyway.

"Shego... Are you sure you...told me everything, about what happened? I mean...was there anything else you...should have told me?"

He wasn't sure about his phrasing. He didn't want to sound like he was accusing her of anything at all.

She looked just as confused as he felt. She studied him for a long moment trying to decipher his meaning, and then her eyes became a bit clouded.

"Did you...want to hear the details...?" She looked very reticent. He quickly shoook his head.

"No, I...I just..." He looked down. He looked up again. "I just want to help you. I don't know what to do, Shego... And I don't want to make you have to think about it. But I can't figure out what's wrong..."

Shego looked back at the ceiling. She gave him a brief, knowing glance. Yes, he knew that her nightmares were part of why she couldn't sleep anymore... But he was losing her in the daylight hours too. He was losing...all of her.

Her hand slid atop his on her abdomen and she laced their fingers together.

"Actually...that might help."

"What?" Drakken asked. Her cautious but hopeful eyes met his.

"Talking about it... Maybe then I won't think about it every time I close my eyes."

Drakken's breath caught. He...he didn't actually want to hear it. Just the thought.... Knowing that another man had touched his wife, was bad enough.

The hope began to fade from Shego's eyes. He tightened his fingers on hers.

"If you think it will help you..." he said quietly, his throat tight.

She gave him a grateful look, even though she appeared uncertain herself. Her other hand left her forehead and hugged herself across her chest.

"I remember pain when I came to, from the knockout stuff... He was digging his fingers into my hip, and yanking on my zipper. But he'd already broken it..."

Drakken watched a broad array of emotions play across her face as she recalled all of the details of the horrendous event. He knew his own face was a mirror of hers at times with the horror and fear of what she had endured as the tale drew out to be several minutes. But he also grew angrier as she began to confirm many of his assumptions. The thought crept into his mind again that if the vile criminal weren't already dead, Drakken would have killed him himself.

Suddenly, Shego squeezed his hand hard.

"Drakken."

He startled from his thoughts and felt the furious grimace on his face. He forced it away before meeting her eyes. She looked afraid, disturbed...sympathetic, and even hopeful.

"I'm going to be okay. Don't...don't be like that," she said, reaching her free hand to his cheek.

He mirrored her gesture and then let his hand come to rest on her shoulder as his face fell.

"But you're not okay..." he whispered. "You're not getting better. You can't even sleep..."

Fear of losing her suddenly assaulted him like an enveloping darkness. He sank down to sit on his heels next to the bed, closing his eyes against the dreadful sensation. Every moment of every day, she seemed to be slipping away from him. And he didn't know how to bring her back.

He carelessly brought her held hand to his lips and kissed her fingers as his mind continued to race. She was his entire world... He could have only her and nothing else, and he would still feel he had everything... And he was losing her.

"Do that again?"

He opened his eyes to the sound of her quiet voice and looked at her in question.

"Kiss me."

He brought her fingers to his lips and kissed them long and slow, feeling the strength in her bones while his eyes never left hers. A yearning and a desperation was building behind her dark gaze, and a moment later her hand was behind his neck, gently pulling him to her.

He met the warmth of her lips in a soft caress, pouring love through the tender touch until they both needed to come up for air. Drakken gasped softly, breathlessly, and stared at her. The hopeful look in her eyes had faded, and she was looking past him, away at a point in the room.

"I think I know what would help..." she murmured.

Drakken's brow rose. If she thought something would help, why did she look so...?

"I think..." she said hesitantly, "if we made love... But..."

"I don't think I can," Drakken blurted out. A moment later, he blinked as he realized Shego had said the exact same words in unison with him.

It wasn't even a question in his mind. Of course she couldn't, how could she possibly want to with the dreaded memories so fresh and their pain still affecting her?

Shego was shifting over, and Drakken crawled up onto the bed to lay next to her, leaning up on his side as she continued to speak, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling again as she usually did throughout the days.

"I don't feel like me anymore. I feel like...like part of me was stolen. Except...somehow, it was part of me that...that wasn't really me. It was you," she said, turning her worried eyes to his again. "I know that doesn't make any sense..."

Drakken watched her as he tried to process her meaning. It was undeniably true that there was something special and transcendent about...being one with her. He wondered not for the first time if that was something normal between couples, or unique to them. He'd only been with Shego, so he had no basis for comparison. But it was unquestionably, the greatest feeling on Earth.

"It...makes sense..." he said slowly.

And it did. Because he had repeatedly and angrily had the thought that she had been stolen from him; that something rightfully only his had been forcibly removed, torn out with a dagger and leaving her with jagged bleeding wounds that no medicine knew how to heal. Except that the wounds were also in him somehow.

When he considered his own pain, it was always followed with the very primal thought that he needed to reclaim her; that although the other man had only gone so far and that his actions were hated, Drakken still needed to take his woman back in a very physical way, proving that he had the only right to her.

It was a strange thought that slightly disturbed him if he thought about it for too long. But now, looking at the desperation in Shego's eyes... Somehow and inexplicably...it seemed to be exactly what was needed. And she felt the same way.

"But...I can't," Shego said quietly, her gaze becoming half-lidded as she stared sadly at the ceiling.

Drakken kissed her cheek. "Neither can I," he said with understanding.

Shego took a breath and her lips parted, but after a long moment she let the air go in a wordless exhale. Drakken watched as her eyes began to take on the same worried expression they had held for over a week now. His heart sank.

She suddenly looked at him. "I think talking about it helped," she said quietly.

Drakken's brow rose. "It did?"

Shego nodded, and then her gaze returned to the ceiling.

Drakken sighed, although his chest felt slightly less tight. That was at least a tiny move in the right direction. But would it be enough?

As the familiar fear of losing her came over him, he lay down and slowly pressed himself closer to her, releasing her hand and draping his arm over her and holding her gently. He closed his eyes as he felt her begin to relax against him. That was one constant that always helped soothe his fears. He could only hope it had the safe effect on her.

"Try to sleep, please Shego," he said softly.

He felt her sigh, and he barely moved or said another word as several minutes passed. But finally, he felt her breathing even out. He waited another several minutes before carefully removing his arm and moving away from her warmth. He didn't want to leave her, but he needed to get back to work.

As he crept away from the bed and out of the room, he missed Shego's eyes staring after him in silent desperation.

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Over the next few days, Drakken was saddened to find that not much had changed. If talking through the ordeal had helped her, there was no outward evidence of it. The only thing he noticed that was different was that Shego seemed to be watching him more, rather than staring away at nothing.

If he was moving around in the bedroom, she was watching him. When he was cooking and when they had their meals, she watched him. And she even sat in the den more often and watched him working.

He didn't have to wonder what it meant for long, as at the end of the third day when he had entered the bedroom after finishing his work for the night, Shego was sitting up in bed waiting for him. She was wearing a lacy, sky-blue nightdress that was designed to entice.

"I need you!" she blurted out with quiet urgency before he had finished closing the door behind him.

He paused and stared at her, his mind immediately racing through the various things he thought may go wrong with that particular endeavor.

"Are you sure?" he asked cautiously. He couldn't bear the thought of further traumatizing her by unknowingly...touching her a certain way, or saying the wrong words in the wrong tone, or something.

"Yes," she said almost anxiously. She leaned back on her elbows in the bed, bending her knees and pointing her toes. The pose was sultry and alluring. But her eyes were worried.

He approached the bed anyway, not willing to deny her anything that might help by that point. It had been over two weeks now. He was so worried for her, and the baby...

When he sat down and scooted nearer to her, her arms were already outstretched. She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down before he had even gotten his feet off the floor, and began kissing him. Drakken answered her touch and was surprised at how quickly she began untucking his shirt and undoing his buttons.

The familiar touch of her hands was like salve on a wound. But that feeling instantly brought confusion. It wasn't supposed to be about him feeling better. It was supposed to be about healing her scars.

That thought threw his mind into clinical mode, and as he kissed her he became less aware of her hands pulling off his clothing and her lips meeting his adoringly. He was too busy wondering exactly what he was supposed to do in order to most safely accomplish the goal.

"What's wrong?" Shego asked, her lips finally releasing his and her head falling back to the pillow. She looked confused and concerned.

"What do you mean?" Drakken asked as he sat up and finished pulling off his shirts.

"You're not... You don't seem very..." she paused and looked him over as he kicked off his shoes slid out of his pants, "interested."

Drakken looked at her uncertain expression. He didn't need to look at his crotch to know nothing was happening there. He realized that the way he had been thinking, he was never going to be able to get focused enough.

"Sorry, I was...I was just worrying," he said honestly, leaning over her to kiss her again.

He tried to focus on what he was supposed to feel. The touch of her lips meeting his so perfectly, her hands running up his arms and holding his shoulders, and her knee pushing between his legs and trying to move him closer to her.

None of it was helping. He'd been stuck so long in a state of concern, that he was barely affected by her attentions. He sighed in frustration and sat up again, his brow furrowing. Shego looked at him in confusion and sadness.

"Hold on..." he said, looking down at her and starting to let his eyes roam over her body.

"Do you...not want to?" Shego asked, a hurt and even more worried look coming into her eyes.

"No, no I just...sorry, give me a second," he said, letting his eyes take in every inch of her.

He looked at her feet, and the perfect symmetry of her shapely legs. He looked at the way the hem of the short, lacey nightdress fell over her thighs at just the right spot to entice, but still left everything to the imagination.

As his eyes continued upward his goal of arousal was interrupted again by the memory of bruises on her skin. His gaze fixed on her clothed hip, where he had seen the dark bruises in the pattern of fingerprints weeks ago. Where her attacker had simply taken out his fury at not being able to do worse to her. It made Drakken's heart beat harder.

The uncomfortable, primal desire he'd been having to reclaim her started to return. He latched onto that feeling and forced it to grow by recalling the horrid memories she'd shared with him of her experience. Of words spoken that were nothing but hate, and of violating touches of hands and lips.

It made him angry. She was his wife. His only. No one else had the right. And the recollection of her descriptions was indeed starting to stir something in him that he could only describe as territorial. He needed to reclaim her as his own. And that thought was finally building his arousal.

"Drakken?"

He brought his eyes up to her face and he was instantly shaken out of his thoughts. Shego looked...afraid.

"What's wrong?" she asked, leaning away from him slightly. Her voice was thin.

He shifted toward her, beginning to comprehend his mistake, and with the movement caught a glimpse of his reflection in their vanity mirror. He met his own gaze and saw the cold anger he had allowed to build, mixed in with an almost blind determination... And then seeing the confused and frightened look on his wife's face...still trusting, despite how he looked...

"I..." He turned back to her, forcing everything he had been thinking out of his mind. "I'm sorry. I was...thinking about what happened, since I was having trouble..." he said with a gesture. "But when I think about everything, I get angry, and it...it makes me want to..."

He paused and frowned at himself. Would she like the words that had been running through his mind? Thoughts of claiming her, possessing her, and making her his again? Even though she'd not really been taken from him...

He saw Shego shift away again and his eyes snapped back to focus on hers. She wasn't happy.

"You have to...be angry to...?" she asked. Her gaze darkened and she looked past him with the worried and fearful stare he'd become accustomed to seeing on her. "I don't...want you angry."

Drakken reached out for her, desperate to erase the last few moments and apologize. But Shego lay down and turned away from him, curling in on herself.

"I need you," she said quietly.

The sound of her sniffling was what brought the lump to Drakken's own throat. He slowly lay down and cautiously set his hand on her bare shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Shego. I'm so sorry."

Her hand reached back and grabbed his, and he took it as a sign that it was okay to be closer. He slowly curled up against her back. And when he felt her frame shaking with silent cries she was struggling to control, he couldn't stop tears from coming to his eyes.

"I'm so sorry..." he repeated, putting his arm around her and pulling her close. He was relieved that she leaned into him, rather than pulling away like he feared.

"Can't..." Shego said tearfully, "can't you...just love me?"

Drakken's heart broke at her words. He held her tighter as he silently cried into her hair.

He realized then that the horrible things she had endured wasn't something either of them could just get over. The sordid incident was something they would both have to heal from and work through. And probably for a long time.

He also realized that she had been right about him that night everything had happened. He was bottling it up, just as she'd thought. He was trying to be strong for her. But he was just getting weaker for the both of them.

"Can't you just love me?"

Her sad, desperate words resonated in his mind. Couldn't he?

He thought of the way she had first kissed him when he sat down on the bed minutes ago. The way her lips had poured adoration and desire into every touch, and the way her hands had spoke of yearning and need as she had embraced him and tried to pull off his clothing.

She...'just loved' him. And in those moments she hadn't appeared worried about memories or pain, the way he was. She trusted him. She trusted his love. And he had very nearly violated it.

He scowled at himself for a moment before shaking it away and focusing again on what she wasn't saying explicitly, but what was implied. She trusted him to heal her mental and emotional scars. She wanted him to. And he didn't need to worry in excess about being careful as long as...all he did, was...

"Yes I can," he said aloud into her hair.

"What?" Shego murmured, sniffling again.

Drakken leaned back and gently pushed her shoulder until she lie down, looking up into his eyes. He rubbed his face to get the tears away and then gently used the back of one knuckle to dab at hers.

"I can...just love you."

Her brow rose slightly, and her eyes remained uncertain. Drakken ignored the fresh damage he had caused in favor of sitting up, taking her hand, and kissing it.

He kissed the back of her hand, and along the length of each of her fingers. His caresses were slow and lingering, giving attention to every joint and muscle and inch of lovely green skin. He turned her hand over and gave the same attention to her palm.

Instead of worrying about what she may not want, he thought of how lucky he was to have her. How lucky he was that she had chosen him, when she could have had her pick of men. And that her choosing him was the result of nothing less than a deep, passionate love she had expressed to him from their first kiss, to the simple gestures she made for him throughout each day.

"It's all I've ever wanted..." he murmured absently, only realizing he'd spoken the thought aloud when he felt Shego shift nearer to him.

As he kissed her wrist he looked up into her eyes, and he saw that the worry was fading. He continued his attentions, kissing the soft, pale skin on the inside of her forearm, and then gently turning her arm to kiss the slightly rougher skin at her elbow.

"You're beautiful," he said shakily, smiling down at her as he continued the rain of kisses over her flawless green skin. It might be too late that afternoon to redeem the precious moment of normalcy she had initiated, but he would try as long as she let him.

She pulled her arm out of his grasp and looped it around his neck, pulling him down to kiss her lips. Again her touch was nothing but loving, and full of need. It fueled his desire, and also his determination to demonstrate what he had failed to do before. He loved her with all that he was, and he wasn't going to let her have any doubt that love was the only reason he was in their bed preparing to ravish her.

He leaned away and out of the grasp of her fingers, despite the small whimper she gave, and he moved to sit up between her legs. He picked up one of her feet and set it atop his shoulder and then turned his head to kiss her ankle. She smelled of fresh apples, the scent of her soap, and he knew she had just come from the shower. He lifted her foot again and kissed its sole. The tiniest and briefest of giggles was the response, since she was ticklish there.

Drakken grinned, calm beginning to return, and he set her foot back on his shoulder and held it carefully with one hand so he could lean forward to kiss along her calf. His free hand began running up and down the inside of her thigh, massaging the firm flesh as his lips attended to the rest of her leg.

Shego's fingers wiggling into the elastic band that held his boxers at his waist broke his focus, and he paused and rested his cheek against her leg as he smiled at the happy and yearning look on her face. It was only the relief in her eyes that reminded him that all was not well, and there was more weight to his actions now than perhaps any of the other intimate times they had shared.

He set her leg down and moved to divest himself of his last article of clothing while she pushed herself to sit upright. She lifted her arms, and he gently pulled off her lacy blue nightgown. As soon as she was free, her arms went around him. Drakken had expected a kiss, but she instead she clung to him tightly and rested her head on his shoulder.

He held her close in response, his hands pushing her hair aside to feel the warmth of her back. He rested his cheek against her head as he slowly rubbed up and down her smooth skin. He hoped he was finally helping her... He hoped his foolishness of before, despite the insistent thoughts in his head, wouldn't further harm her.

His thumb and fingers massaged the base of her neck while his other hand traveled in long and slow broad strokes over her back. After several passes he boldly slid his hand down to grip her rear, and after another slow rub of her back he added kneading the softer flesh to the routine.

Shego sighed into his neck and relaxed heavily against him, her tight grip loosening to be merely firm as her fingers moved to clutch his shoulders. He was forced to shift as she suddenly snuggled nearer, bringing them as closely together as she could while they were sitting up, and then pressing her cheek to his.

Drakken wasn't sure how long they sat simply holding each other, but he spent the time forcing his mind to calm. Shego was safe, in his arms. Despite how she had been slipping away from him for days, somehow...she was finding her own way back to him. And all she wanted from him, and was eager to give, was love...

He turned his head to kiss her temple, and then continued to place small, soft kisses over her face. He felt her relax even further, and soon she was returning the kisses across his jaw and cheekbones. When their lips finally met, the passion was a familiar yet soothing fire. He focused on that sensation, and the desire for her that bloomed in his chest with the tender caress of her lips.

She still clung tightly to him, kissing him deeply as he finally lowered them down and reached back to tug the blankets over them. And then he braced himself on his elbows as he stretched out and settled comfortably to look into her eyes. The faintest hint of worry had returned, and he leaned down to kiss her neck and shoulders briefly as he wove his fingers into her hair.

"Okay?" Drakken asked softly, bringing his eyes back to hers.

Her response was to tighten her arms around him and kiss him with yearning, and he closed his eyes and placed his forehead against hers as he tentatively completed their union. He held back his instinctive moan of pleasure, but his eyes fluttered open when he heard her familiar, softer one. It was an assurance he needed, and with his fingers in her hair beside her face as he stared down at her, he made love to her with gentle slowness.

Of all people in the world, Shego had chosen him. The perfect woman had chosen him, and wanted him. It was with that immense feeling of gratitude that he poured love into her and hoped she knew how happy her love made him.

Yes, he could just love her. He would love her no matter what. It was all he ever wanted to do.

He only broke eye contact with her to blink or to kiss her, their noses touching briefly in between with each of their joint movements. He felt a thrill when she began to sigh softly with pleasure and responded to him with like passion. And as the minutes passed he watched the change take place in her eyes far faster than he'd expected. Her worry dissolved as she gazed back at him, her verdant eyes staring back into his and searching for love. With each passing moment, everything about her calmed, the remaining tension in her body vanishing and her gaze becoming adoring and grateful as he stared at her with all the love in his heart. When tears started to brighten her eyes he kissed them away, and her soft sighs grew slightly louder with her happiness. He was surprised to feel his own eyes stinging as they stared at one another, but he didn't care as he smiled both in relief and in their shared joy as their eyes communicated the answers they had both needed.

She was going to be fine. And as long as she was, so would he.

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Drakken woke up with a start, but then relaxed with a deep sigh. He lay on his back, his arms surrounding his wife who was also on her back and half-atop him as she slept soundly. He wasn't sure what woke him, his heart still calming from the sudden change from deep sleep to staring at the early-evening light in the bedroom. But sudden realization caused his heart to leap again in a massive wash of relief.

The worry lines were gone from Shego's forehead. Her eyes weren't pinched shut in pain, and her mouth wasn't fixed into a permanent grimace. For the first time since that horrid day she looked to be at peace. And finally, she was asleep.

Drakken carefully tugged the blankets higher around them, and then settled back into the pillows as he watched the gentle rise and fall of her chest with her peaceful breaths.

He watched her for what may have been hours, afraid of something waking her and determined to lull her back to sleep somehow should that occur. But when the light under the curtains finally faded to darkness, he couldn't fight the pull against his eyelids. As he slipped back into slumber, he found her hand with his and laced their fingers together in a solid reminder of what he now understood he had irrationally doubted: she was, had always been, and would only ever be his.

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those-other-ones · 2 years

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This is a smut AU of how Drakken and Shego meet, from @dawhitebag's amazing fanfic which you can READ HERE. Shego is still a hero in Go City at this time. I started out with the text from WhiteBag's chapter and I added and altered a few things as I needed for my plot. When it changes entirely to my text there's a line break. Enjoy a little hero/villain AU!

This is also an extremely belated birthday gift for @amvwolfgirl. Happy birthday, yo! Extremely long fic ahead.

Reminder that everything under the cut is Not Safe For Work, major lemon, eighteen and older only.

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Shego had a date that night, so she decided to put on her best perfume. She stood back from the vanity and surveyed her appearance, noting particularly how her short, tight dress showed off her legs and her cleavage. There was a flutter of nerves in her chest and a stirring of heat where there shouldn't be, she thought with shame, for both a virgin and also for such imaginings about a boy she barely knew. For a brief moment of panic, she couldn't even recall his name.

What she wouldn't give to not be her age and have to deal with super-charged hormones in addition to super-powers. Not to mention, the thoughts that kept entering her head were bordering on...villainous.

She forced her mind off of the impropriety it wanted to dwell on as she grabbed her jacket and purse. But as she was just about to leave, the floor trembled under her feet. And then again. And again.

This wasn’t a usual earthquake. Those were steps.

She looked out the window only to see a gigantic robot traversing the city.

She sighed heavily.

'Not today...'

It looked like her date wasn’t happening after all. Ugh, which also meant she would have to call them later and apologize! It sucked...

With gloomy thoughts, she quickly changed into her superhero outfit and met with her brothers in the middle of the street. They stared at the giant machine, ready to fight but not quite knowing how to approach the situation.

“Who even is that?” Shego asked, raising her eyebrows.

“We don’t know,” said Wego.

“We think it might be someone new,” added the other Wego.

“All right, this seems straightforward enough. You boys stay on the ground, keep an eye on each other, and make sure all civilians are out of the way. I’ll deal with the driver. Hego? I need a lift.”

“You got it.” Hego put his hands together. They started glowing blue before she hopped on them. “Good luck!” he called out as he fired her high up.

Shego flew, aiming at the robot’s head where the bad guy was. However, the machine was moving fast and she didn’t quite get to the top, realizing she was about to collide with the robot’s back. She used her green glow before she hit the metal. Her hands pierced the plate, preventing her from slipping down. She grunted and started climbing.

The climb was harder than she anticipated it being; the robot was constantly shaking in its movements, and the wind hit hard. And whoever was steering the machine, they had already managed to tear the roof off the bank and grab the safe full of money.

At last, Shego reached the robot’s shoulder. She hopped onto her feet, finally spotting the driver. He was sitting inside a round, windowless compartment, where the robot’s head should be. She leapt atop it and easily opened the hatch, making sure to keep quiet so her approach wouldn't be heard.

The wind shifted.

The driver either caught the scent of her perfume or simply sensed her presence, because he turned to face her.

It was a man in his thirties. He had long black hair tied in a ponytail, a scar under his left eye, and...light blue skin.

He seemed surprised to have company, but he didn’t attack. In fact, he didn’t do anything. For a while neither of them moved, not sure what would happen next.

"Who— What are you doing here?" he finally asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I’m here to stop you," Shego answered, raising her fists.

"Oh, please," the man said and rolled his eyes, as if she was a minor annoyance, and pressed a button on his console.

This activated laser cannons placed inside the compartment. Shego dodged before any of them shot her and used her glow to shoot back at the cannons, destroying them completely. She then jumped gracefully inside the compartment. The villain glanced over his shoulder, both surprised and impressed, fastening his seat-belt at the same time.

“You’re not a Go City villain, are you?” Shego asked, wondering if there was any way to talk the guy out of the theft.

“No, and I’m not planning on staying here much longer. Already got what I came here for,” he said, pointing at the safe before pressing another button.

This caused the entire compartment to spin rapidly. Shego lost her balance. Her back hit the metal wall, and the pain caused her to shut her eyes and hiss. Then she realized, almost at the last moment, that her body was tumbling towards the exit. She used her glow again to claw into something, anything, preventing her from falling out, just in time—her entire body was already outside, save for her claws fixed to the metal.

Shego breathed heavily. It wasn’t from the exhaustion, though. In fact, there was something strangely intoxicating about this fight. Unlike most villains she usually had to fight with, this one seemed to have...potential.

She started moving her body back and forth, swinging, until she could back-flip back into the compartment. As she found her feet on a shifting surface she realized too late—the villain was now running straight at her. She didn’t get a chance to react as he used his body weight to shove her out.

“Farewell, Miss Superhero!” she heard his loud voice as she plummeted down. “May we never meet again!” he called out before laughing maniacally.

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The robot’s engines fired up and it lifted off the ground. Shego's eyes darted around and she reached for anything to hold onto as the ground rapidly approached and seemingly faster as the robot flew upwards. Almost by accident she hooked her claws onto the broad rocket-foot of the robot and was painfully jolted up along its flight path. The machine soon reached the clouds, the villain’s laughter fading out as it was lost on the wind.

Cold and pain were Shego's dominant sensations, coupled with an anger that began boiling in her blood. She had never been defeated like this, and she wasn't about to be now. She waited until her limbs stopped feeling entirely like Jell-O and then swung upward, getting one foot hooked onto the robot. She shakily climbed up, avoiding the rocket jets, and then clung to the metal.

'How am I supposed to get up there?'

She clenched her jaw as she dug her already-weakening claws into the solid surface and started to climb. She had told Hego she needed an upgrade, but he had been against the claws to begin with. When she got back, she would get the upgrade without telling him.

It was several minutes of the wind whipping her hair into her face, gusts nearly knocking her off, and feeling like she was being put through the most difficult training workout of her life twice-over. But none of that would stop her. She had no choice, anyway.

When she finally neared the top she saw with a brief moment of dismay that the compartment had been closed. But she could change that easily. After finding a handle (and finding it locked) she held on tightly with one hand and ignited her glow in the other, placing her palm against the metal.

It wasn't melting immediately like she expected, and she intensified her glow even as her brow rose in surprise. This villain...was different indeed.

When a hole finally appeared she shifted her hand in order to make it larger. It wasn't just a matter of stopping the villain, but actually getting inside and commandeering the robot as well; the ocean waters now beneath her would be her death if she fell.

Whether it was the sound of the wind or the pressure change that got the villain's attention, she wasn't sure. But she watched through the hole as he turned in confusion and then for the first time seemed genuinely distraught, gasping at her presence. But then his expression darkened, and a lump rose in her throat as he unfastened his seat-belt, pushed a button on the console, and then approached her, brandishing something that looked like a ray gun.

She stopped melting the door and fired a blast that hit him squarely in the chest, knocking him on his back. The stress of fighting for her life must have caused her to miscalculate, as she was surprised to see the man's long blue lab coat ignite with green flame. He gave a cry and batted at the blaze for a moment before frantically removing his belt and tearing off the garment, then stomping on it to subdue the fire.

Shego hurriedly resumed her previous task however when he turned with a jerk, blinking at her in shock and anger. She knocked him down with another blast, far more controlled this time, and grimaced as the lump in her throat grew tighter. She didn't know how long he would keep letting her stop him before he fired that weapon, but she couldn't do him any great harm—she was a hero, after all.

After the third hit, and the hole was still just barely too small for her to get through safely, the blue-skinned villain snarled and pointed the weapon at her. She didn't halt in her task, supposing her only remaining grace was if she didn't fire again. A moment lingered where her eyes were locked with his furious ones, and then his expression slowly began to morph to curiosity. The anger remained, however.

Shego suddenly became aware of how much her hand was tiring holding onto the handle. She could hardly feel it anymore, and the wind was like icy daggers on her cheeks, not to mention the intense aches of her body as she tried to stay flush against the metal door, fearing being knocked off to her death by a gust. So when the villain lowered his gun arm and raised his brow as if in question, she found herself eager to accept the seeming truce he offered.

She let her glow go out and he approached quickly, reaching up through the hole she had created and grabbing her arm as she reached in. She allowed him to help her through, and there were a few moments of awkward clinging and stumbling during which she noted the man seemed to be well-muscled beneath his shirtsleeves, and then finally she was inside.

She forced herself to stay on her feet, even though all she wanted to do was collapse. She stood at a ready stance, hoping she didn't look as weak as she felt as she held her hands up in fists. The stillness of the air inside the compartment made it seem warmer, for which she was grateful.

The villain didn't speak, and after a moment she took in his appearance in more detail than before. He wore a tailored, pale gray-blue shirt which was notably singed in the center—she felt another twinge of unease realizing how uncontrolled the blast of glow had been—and equally well-cut dark blue trousers. Shego swallowed nervously as a rush of feelings that were in no way appropriate to the circumstance entered her mind and body.

She turned her gaze to the floor where a blue scientist's lab coat lay, but it appeared to be made of blue leather or a similar material. Smoke still rose from the heap, and she let her eyes travel from the black gloves on the deck to the matching boots he wore, and there was a smug twinkle in his eyes when hers finished traveling back up his attractive frame and met his. She noted again the scar under his left eye.

She scowled at his confidence, and the grin that had been forming on his face faded. He gave her another once-over before stepping back to the robot's controls.

"If you don't make trouble, you can stay," were his only words, tossed carelessly over his shoulder as he sat down.

Shego slowly straightened and pushed her hair over her shoulders, frowning at the mess of tangles. But she didn't have time to worry about herself.

"Turn this thing around!" she demanded.

The villain glanced over his shoulder, raised his brow, and began to chuckle. As the laughter turned more maniacal Shego growled and ignited her hands. The excitement of facing someone more competent was starting to wear off, among other things.

"Oh, I think not Miss Superhero," he said as he finished. "You see, I need those funds for my plans. Just be glad I let you back in..."

He had turned again, and Shego was about to interrupt with another demand he turn around or else, when he suddenly stood, brandishing the ray gun. Shego gasped and took a step back, actually caught off guard before she increased the glow of her hands.

The villain hesitated, seeming surprised a moment before he rolled his eyes.

"Please," he said, and then aimed the ray gun at the safe. He fired, but to his surprise, the door was undamaged.

Shego smirked, finally relaxing her stance and crossing her arms.

"It's been reinforced," she said plainly, glad to finally have a one-up on the villain, though she wasn't sure why.

"Nghn... Gah...you open it then," he said, turning the ray gun on her.

Shego wasn't sure why, but something about the man's snarl didn't seem terribly threatening anymore. And while the weapon pointing at her still made her nervous, she wasn't about to show it.

"Psh, yeah right. Turn this thing around and I won't have them throw every charge in the book at you."

The villain narrowed his eyes and grumbled something incoherent in seeming annoyance before his expression suddenly cleared. He gave her one last annoyed glance before turning to sit down again. Shego stared in confusion, wondering if he had in fact decided to listen to her.

After several seconds of silence she carefully stepped around to the far side of the compartment, opposite the safe. She glanced at the laser guns her glow had destroyed earlier before cautiously stepping forward more to watch the villain as he pushed several buttons in succession on the console.

Shego felt suddenly uncomfortable with his silence, though he still looked mildly annoyed if his twisted brow was any indication. But he had clearly changed tactics if the ray gun lying nearly twelve inches from him on another part of the console was any indication.

"I'm serious," she continued a bit uncertainly. "If you cooperate, they won't go as hard on you. I could even put in a good word since you didn't..."

She trailed off as the man turned and his expression of annoyance morphed into an enigmatic smile. Her discomfort grew under his stare as he looked her over for the second time, more searchingly than before.

"Why are you green?" he suddenly queried.

Shego took a step back in surprise, feeling a familiar defensive anger and...something else she couldn't explain. Whatever it was though stirred dangerously at the sensations she had been struggling to quell as of late.

"Why are you blue?" she countered, rather than telling him off. It was none of his business. Although...she found it curious that the villain seemed to have not heard of Team Go at all, even if he wasn't from Go City.

The man frowned. "Lab accident. What's the source of your power?"

Shego's expression mirrored his and she crossed her arms. "None of your business."

The villain looked thoughtful for a moment before he shrugged and turned back to the controls.

"No matter," he said casually.

Shego's own eyes narrowed as she felt the atypical unease swirl deeper within her.

"Why?" she asked.

He gave her a half-glance. "You'll still be useful to me, but I would have liked to have known more about your powers. I do like to fully utilize my assets," he finished, his grin devious.

The unease Shego felt rose to a clanging alarm in her ears, and she took a step back even as her hands ignited.

"I'm not your 'asset,'" she fairly spat at him.

The villain rolled his eyes.

"You must not have been trained very well," he fairly muttered.

Shego let her glow go out as she was again taken aback. "What do you mean?" she queried, crossing her arms again and retreating another step.

"If you weren't taught to use everything around you to your advantage, then whoever got you started weren't very good themselves, Miss Superhero."

The villain began staring down at a screen on the console and was seeming to ignore the flying of the giant robot. She supposed it had some sort of auto-pilot.

She rubbed her arms against the chill she realized was settling in the compartment due to the hole she had burned in it, and wondered just what this villain planned to do with her if not utilize her powers. He certainly couldn't take her in a fight, ray gun or no. Despite his assumptions, she was more than well-trained. She just didn't use lethal force because...she was a hero. Heroes didn't kill people. But if she had to, in defense of her life or the public, she would.

'Is he that dangerous?'

Shego eyed the villain again. His eyes had turned to the singed spot on his shirt front, and he began rubbing at it. This only made it worse, spreading bits of ash across the pale fabric, and with a scowl he stood up and began taking it off.

Shego stared wide-eyed as beneath the fine fabric the man was well-muscled, but not in the same way as her elder brother—he was simply well-toned. She could see some curls of chest hair peeking out from the top of his black tank top, and she was struck with the realization that this fellow she was staring at wasn't a young college boy like her usual dates. This was a man.

She felt a stronger rush of the sort of feelings that heroines and virgins simply should not have.

"My mother gave me this..." the man muttered in consternation as he tossed the shirt onto the still-smoldering blue lab coat. But when his scowling expression rose to meet hers, his eyes widened.

Shego looked away with a fierce blush, knowing she'd been caught, and the embarrassing feelings she was fighting only intensified. She wondered if the improper thoughts were written that plainly on her face, or if he would simply think she was studying him. She glanced back when she didn't hear any movement, finally lifting her eyes to his, unable to help herself from admiring his form on her way up again.

The uncertainty with which he was watching her was different than before, and this time he was the one to suddenly turn away, clearing his throat as he retook his seat.

"You may as well sit, it's a long flight."

Shego looked at the second chair in the compartment for the first time, realizing the flying robot had been made for a copilot. She approached it...and then stepped past it to lean back against the console next to him, her nerves still tingling for more reasons than one. He leaned away and gave a scoff of disgust before busying himself with something on the screen again.

"Where are we going?" Shego asked.

"My lair," the villain replied curtly.

Shego thought a moment. "What's your plot?"

He gave her a brief glance through narrowed eyes. "To take over the world."

Shego laughed aloud, and the man's scowl deepened as he glared at her. Her laughter stopped abruptly as she saw something flashing in his dark, focused eyes.

"Wait, you're serious?"

"Of course I am! Why else would I say it?"

Shego considered the other villains she had fought and their petty schemes, usually themed, and always overdone. This was the first time any villain had had such lofty goals. But considering the giant robot, she expected he was probably ultimately no different from the rest. Perhaps he simply had better resources.

"Why?" she asked simply, biting back the sarcastic comments that had wanted to fly out of her mouth. She shouldn't tempt fate when she didn't really have control of the situation. Although she noticed he'd made no move to pick up the ray gun when she'd sat on his console.

"So the world will know my genius!" he declared, his tone crisp and defiant.

Shego blinked at him, curious at the lack of a long-winded rant. Perhaps he really wasn't like other villains.

"That's it?"

"There is a chair," the villain said, gesturing with an open palm. It was surprisingly polite, given their fight mere minutes before.

Shego crossed her legs and arms and smirked lightly.

"So what are you going to do with me, then?" she asked, beginning to feel her usual cockiness return.

"Hold you for ransom, since you won't cooperate," the man said plainly, his focus back on his screen. "I'm sure you'll fetch a pretty penny. More than what's in that safe," he finished, gesturing roughly over his shoulder.

Shego's brow rose. Her first instinct was to laugh at the notion that anyone ever could take her captive, but instead she found herself imagining a barred dungeon, perhaps underground, like something out of a fairy tale. Then she realized she had never seen a villain's lair outside of Go City and wondered what this man's might be like, since he had the capability to build a giant robot. Or at least buy one.

"What are you going to do with me?" she asked, the words slipping out before she could stop them as the potential images swirled in her mind, along with more thoughts she shouldn't have about certain treatment of prisoners.

"I just answered—"

The villain stopped when his eyes reached hers, his brow rising. Color came to Shego's cheeks again and she glanced over to the other chair, thinking it might be safer to sit farther from the man after all with her thoughts betraying her every few moments.

She had just taken a breath and decided to move, when the man shifted in his seat, the chair swiveling towards her slightly as his hunched posture suddenly relaxed and he studied her with a new curiosity in his eyes. Her cheeks flushed again, and she recrossed her legs as his eyes left her face after a moment, his own cheeks coloring as he gave her another once-over.

"Who are you? Where do you come from? Why are you green?"

"Whoa, slow your roll Mr. Mad Scientist," she said. "Pick one."

Something about her words sent something new flashing through his eyes. They turned hard suddenly as he drew a breath, but then softened back to an even deeper curiosity. He leaned back in the chair and stroked his chin as he studied her.

"Why are you green?"

"An accident. What's with the scar?"

"...An accident," he replied, looking slightly uncomfortable. He looked about to speak again, but then paused to consider his words. Shego watched as intelligence and indecision raced behind his eyes, and her heart pounded as the images of a dungeon persisted in her mind, furthered now to her being held in ridiculous oversized chains.

There was an uneasy swirl in her stomach as she began to question herself and wonder where these...bizarre, to put it kindly, thoughts had come from. She tried to put them out of her mind and focus instead on what was important—namely, commandeering the robot and not incapacitating her captor so much as he couldn't tell her how to pilot it back to Go City.

She felt another wash of...something as she realized she had effectively labeled herself the man's prisoner, even though technically they were sitting at an awkward truce.

Weren't they?

She realized that they weren't, and that he did in fact consider her a captive and no threat to him at all. Her anger started boiling again against the unfairly attractive blue villain, and she stood and turned to unleash her fury on him in a verbal assault. But her words were halted by the smirk on his face as he stared...at her chest.

Her quick movement had startled him however, and the villain's face flushed and he looked appropriately guilty. Shego's anger wasn't quelled, but everything she had been feeling before came back in a stronger rush, and she was suddenly lost for words.

"I...think you should sit down, Miss Superhero," the villain said at last, his throat sounding a bit dry.

Shego looked at the chair again, and hesitated.

"Who usually flies copilot?" she asked, suddenly reluctant to take the way out of the growing awkwardness that he had offered.

The villain looked confused. "No one."

"Then why is it there?"

"Have you had a change of mind?" he asked suddenly, looking annoyed.

"What?"

"Unless all of this..." he gesticulated uselessly at her with both hands as his brow knit, "means you're going to start cooperating and tell me about your power, then I'd rather you stop."

Shego thought she knew what he meant, but that flutter in her chest wouldn't go away. And the curiosity to pry greater understanding out of the embarrassing sensations she kept feeling guilty over—but not enough to stop entertaining—was increasing rapidly beyond her point of control.

In a flash, options that horrified her sensibilities were racing through her head—options that went far deeper than her fanciful imaginings.

'No one would ever know...'

Her gaze focused back on the villain who was looking at her in frustration and perplexity. She swallowed nervously, her heart seeming to pound out of her chest as she chose her words and spoke slowly.

"S-So...what do you do with your hostages...Mr. Mad Scientist?"

"I've already told—"

He stopped suddenly, blinking in wild confusion. Shego had already begun to relax from her offensive stance and took the moment to sit against the console again, this time leaning back on her hands and leaving her legs uncrossed. She tilted her chin up towards him slightly, unable to conjure anything resembling a flirty look like she had imagined many a time in her dreams of various circumstances like what she was trying to encourage.

The villain's own posture relaxed and he slowly pushed himself up out of his seat. Shego's heart raced further as he towered over her, and she felt a pain stirring in her loins she'd never experienced as with a fierce blush she didn't hide her roaming gaze that appreciated the muscles of his chest, arms, and shoulders, finally settling on his attractive, roguish face again.

He still looked a bit confused, but the confidence was returning to his eyes, and something else she was unfamiliar with. He cleared his throat, his voice sounding lower as he finally spoke.

"What would you like me to do with you?"

Shego felt her throat go dry as more sensations took hold of her at his dark yet silken voice. There was no question now that he understood exactly what refused to leave her mind. As she failed to answer he took a step nearer, practically eliminating any chance she had to flee should she change her mind.

"That's a lovely perfume you're wearing," he commented, studying her now wholly with that different look she couldn't identify.

"Thank you," she said, fearing her voice came out in a squeak. She suddenly realized she had no idea what to do at this point. Every fantasy in her head before this point had occurred on a generic sofa, with her wearing her best dress after a romantic date. Not looking windblown and wearing her sweat-stained Team Go uniform.

"To answer your question..." he said, his voice slightly hesitant. Her eyes locked on his as her breath caught. "I treat my prisoners...very well."

Shego felt alien sensations race through her at the same time she felt her heart was going to escape her chest. Part of her wanted to stop, to run, or say something to halt the course she had put herself on with this...villain. But too many other parts of her were screaming in stark contrast to the reason she was still clinging to.

The villain lifted a hand and reached halfway toward her, hesitant himself, his brow raised in question. Shego released a shaky breath, forcing a small measure of relaxation into her tense limbs, and gave the blue-skinned man a smile that she hoped didn't show off her nerves.

She didn't move as his hand found her arm. She was aware of her chest heaving as his hand slid to her shoulder and he moved nearer. Suddenly, his hand was gripping her flesh tightly and her breath caught as his other hand held the ray gun up to her chest. She had been taken utterly by surprise and was completely at a loss, ashamed for thinking this was something she could get away with. Why would a villain bent on world conquest stop to indulge her fantasies? It was something out of fiction that didn't happen in real life.

"You...you are serious." The villain's incredulous voice brought her out of her thoughts, and she saw he had lowered the ray gun.

Shego blinked in surprise as he released her arm and began pacing a small circle in front of her, scratching his scalp with the ray gun. She realized either something in her face or manner had convinced him that the incredibly weak seduction wasn't in fact a trick, as he had clearly believed. She wasn't sure what to say in that moment, her nerves now racing out of control and with too many sensations to process.

"Why would you...? You're a superhero! And...me?" he spluttered.

Shego was attempting to make sense of and process his ramblings as he continued on, wringing his hands after he dropped the ray gun carelessly on his chair. She felt too many things suddenly: humiliation over the entire situation, both for being bested and for being caught in her youthful lust and rejected, not to mention a sudden wondering of what would happen afterward if she went through with it. The villain was right—she was a superhero and was supposed to be bringing him to justice. Not trying to bring sexual fantasies to life.

And yet, as she watched the man continue to pace and ramble—was he even using real words anymore?—kicking his burned shirt and lab coat in the process, something within her made a decision.

She advanced on the man, startling him when her gloved hands grabbed the straps of his black tank top. And then her lips halted his words when they pressed against his.

For a moment there was nothing but a stillness, and the sound of wind rushing outside the hole in the compartment. But then the man's lips moved against hers. Shego realized in a panic that she didn't know how to kiss, and he must have too as he pulled away with confusion. As a word of question started to leave his lips, she silenced him by pulling him back to her, one arm going up around his shoulders.

He sucked in a breath, but kissed her back instantly, and with her heart pounding she tried to mimic his movements in response. She suddenly became aware of his hands on her waist, his fingers gripping her flesh tightly, and her heart beat ever harder. She was overwhelmed, panic amid her wild senses as she tried to process everything happening. But before she could find anything to respond to he pulled away slightly.

"For seeming to want this so much, you're not very into it," the villain said with a hint of annoyance.

This served to focus Shego's fire, and she pulled away with a growl and began yanking off her gloves. The man's brow rose in surprise, and then Shego found herself suddenly faced with another choice. She hoped the uncertainty didn't show on her face when her eyes flicked to his, and then she set her bare hands on his chest. His skin was warm through the tank top, and she let her fingers explore his flesh for just a moment before trailing them down his softer midsection and beginning to pull the shirt from his waistband.

"Hmmm," the man hummed, and Shego looked up to see him smiling. Shego paused in what she was doing and looked up at him with what she hoped was a confident smirk. "Going to finish the job?"

Shego realized she had paused, and with her heart pounding she began pulling the man's tank top up over his head and off. She didn't look to see where it fell when she dropped it, her eyes instead wide on the now half-nude man only inches from her. She hesitated for just a moment before remembering his annoyance, and then set her hands on his shoulders. And after another moment she let one hand begin traveling down his blue chest while the other explored the toned muscles of his arm.

"I noticed you don't wear a bra under that suit of yours. Make a habit of sleeping with the villains you take in?"

If it was possible, Shego's face flushed more. She wasn't about to explain that she used to wear one, but lately as her hormones had become out of control she was experimenting with the lack of one, enjoying the thrill of feeling more exposed, not to mention the way the zings of sensation she was occasionally gifted with by the suit's fabric rubbing against her nipples.

"Notice anything else?" she quipped, ignoring the latter part of his comment and finding her throat dry. She glanced at his face again, but her attention was on the bold and dangerous action of her hands. She had enjoyed the feel of his bicep and now had both hands on his torso, one sliding below his chest muscles and noting the darker blue of his nipples, while her other hand found the trail of darker hairs that began just above his navel and disappeared beneath his belt.

"Your hands are colder than I expected, with your fire powers," the villain said plainly.

Shego realized it was nerves causing the cool of her touch, and she hoped her hands weren't clammy as she felt him up.

"Sorry," she said before she could think about it. She realized that there should probably be some further advancement on one of their parts besides her fascinated exploration of his body, but before she could decide what to do he had brought his hands to hold one of hers.

"Come on," he said, his voice suddenly soft and tender. Shego let him lead her to a hatch in the floor she'd failed to notice previously, and when he pressed a button to open it she saw it led to a second compartment inside the giant robot.

He let go of her hand to climb down the ladder, and after he'd stepped aside she merely hopped down. They stood in a tiny hall with many doors, and he opened one and stepped through, Shego following close behind.

Her brow rose when revealed within were very small living quarters. A small bed against a wall, a kitchenette, and another door that surely led to a bathroom. Her heart thudded up to her throat.

"It's not much, but it's better than doing it against the console," he said bluntly as he took her hand again and led her toward the bed.

Shego wasn't sure she could feel her legs as they propelled her forward, her eyes fixed unblinking on the tiny bed with its plain white pillowcase and red blanket. This was really going to happen. She had forced this to happen.

She wanted it to happen.

When they reached the bedside she stopped him with a tug on his hand. He turned to her, and she grabbed his other hand and then set them both on her waist.

"The zipper's in the back, but...you have to undo the belt first," she said, hoping the tremor in her voice wasn't noticeable.

Shego couldn't read the man's face as he began to comply wordlessly, leaning over her shoulder to watch what he was doing. She hesitantly returned her hands to his skin, and her heart raced differently as she let herself begin to enjoy what she was doing. But her admiration of the man was halted when his lips found hers again.

She was able to focus more this time, cautiously testing what she could do with her lips as she moved them against his, memorizing his actions and then trying to make them her own. She realized she had lost herself in the warm caresses when she felt her suit's zipper being slid down her back, releasing pressure from the garment. She hadn't felt her belt being removed, nor had she felt her own arms go around the man's back. She held him tighter, nerves sweeping her again as she realized her own body was about to be exposed. But any concern was arrested as his tongue suddenly joined in the action of their mouths. She met the clearly more experienced man's touch as she had that of his lips, letting the sensations carry her away and learning as she experimented with responses.

He seemed to enjoy everything she did, if the low hum from his chest was any indication. She became aware that her hands had been roaming, feeling over his exposed upper-half and she finally gripped his shoulders and began kneading the flesh there as she was already feeling pleasure beyond her imagination.

She let out an embarrassing whimper of protest as suddenly, the man pulled his lips and tongue away from hers. She kept her eyes closed, in fear she would open them and find it all another fantasy. The dungeon and chains came back to mind.

"Going to need to let go..."

She almost mumbled an immature 'no' in response, but realized he needed her arms free so he could remove her suit. Her chest thudded as she realized she was about to be naked in front of a man for the first time, and she swallowed nervously as she let go and took a small step out of the embrace.

His fingers were gentle as they pulled the top of the jumpsuit down from her shoulders, and further. His breath caught, and Shego felt a rush along with a chill as the cool air sent goosebumps across her skin and firmed her jade-hued nipples into peaks. She glanced down at herself, and then up at the man's eyes that were fixed on her breasts in fascination. He had halted his movements in unclothing her, and Shego shakily took up the task. The man startled, seeming embarrassed himself for a moment as his eyes briefly met hers before fixing back on her breasts as if he had never seen any before.

'Maybe he...? No.' Shego, dismissed the thought. Anyone who kissed like him must have experience.

Her arms freed, Shego paused before tugging the jumpsuit down her hips. She should sit to remove her boots first.

"I think..." she began, but the man blinked out of his stupor again and sat down on the edge of the bed himself, yanking off his boots in a hurry. He seemed almost desperate, and for the first time Shego noted the prominent protrusion from inside his blue trousers. Heart pounding, she sat down herself and took her boots off with trembling hands. An uneasy feeling had begun to fill her chest, but there was no turning back...was there?

She turned at the sound of a frustrated grunt, and watched the man continually failing to undo his belt buckle. She swallowed nervously and set her trembling hands over his, and they stilled. His eyes met hers in...awe? She didn't understand that look. But her course set, she tried more slowly to undo his belt and hoped he didn't notice it was giving her just as much trouble.

But his eyes had descended again, and his hands had moved to hover in the air just above her green breasts that heaved with each breath. Shego didn't understand his sudden seeming hesitation, but she didn't get a chance to question it. Because in the next moment, blue fingertips were moving delicately over her skin. His palms moved to cup her breasts from beneath, and she shivered even as the warmth of his hands diminished her chill. His touch was almost reverent as he slowly explored the flesh, and amid his tender touches she finally managed to undo his belt buckle.

"Okay," she said, and he blinked in confusion several times before understanding.

He leaned back and quickly shuffled out of his pants, leaving him in plain white boxers. Shego could see the dark silhouette of what was straining to break free from them, and she felt a pooling of liquid and a new rush of pain in her loins as instinct demanded a hastening of their actions. She stood and shimmied out of the rest of her suit, peeling it down her legs slowly and lifting them out by necessity. When she glanced up, she was startled to see the man tightly gripping his private part with one hand through the boxers. She felt a strange mix of sensations then—an odd disgust, but also...flattery.

Finally clad in only her black briefs, she took a small step back to let him survey her. And it was clear he was doing just that, from his wide eyes that traveled over her form with a hunger she'd never seen in a person before.

"I need to..." he said, his voice strained. He grimaced and looked away, his hand releasing what was still hidden in his boxers. He looked back to her. "Come here."

Shego stepped forward and sat down on the bed again, uncertain what exactly was next. She knew what was supposed to happen of course. But it seemed so awkward to just...take their underwear off and do it. Was that how it was supposed to happen?

The villain again demonstrated his superior knowledge as he shifted nearer to her, one hand finding her breast again as his other moved beneath her hair to cup the back of her head. Shego was soon lost in the glorious caress of his lips again, and she felt herself being laid down on the bed gently from his mere presence. In a moment he was lying beside her and half above her, one hand massaging her breast while the fingers of his other wove gently into her hair. Shego kissed him back with passion, no longer caring about her technique. Her hands roamed his body freely, exploring and caressing every facet of him. A need deep within her had been ignited, and it wanted him more than anything in that moment.

His fingers twirled around her nipple, gently flicking over the peak of it until it ached with the same pain as her crotch, and when she felt it was unbearable his hand moved to her other breast. It was pleasure, beyond anything she had imagined, and she wanted to do the same for him. But before she could summon the courage to ask how his lips left hers and began suckling at her neck.

"Onhh..." A soft moan left her lips, followed by more as his lips didn't stay on her neck, but trailed slowly toward her chest. Her heart raced with this new possibility she hadn't conceived of, and soon she was lost in ecstasy, her back arching as his lips and hands teased flesh she hadn't realized was so sensitive. She knew her panties would need washing and wanted to be free of them, but her hands couldn't seem to do anything but alternately grip different parts of his back as he sent electricity to her every nerve ending with each caress, nibble, and kiss.

"C-Can I...?" she finally said breathlessly, knowing surely there was something she could do for him, though she wasn't sure what.

His lips slowly left the flesh of her breast with a gentle pop where he had been suckling, and he looked up at her in a mixture of surprise, amusement, and excitement.

"I wasn't done...but I won't say no."

He shifted off of her then, lying in the narrow space between her and the wall, and Shego's heart leapt to her throat as he deftly pulled off his boxers. She stared wide-eyed at the dark blue of the first adult penis she'd seen, bobbing slightly before it settled, pointing straight up.

With a rush of nerves, Shego hastened to slip off her own black briefs, before realizing exactly what he had said. He was lying back on the bed, hands folded beneath his head, grinning at her and waiting for...something. The puzzle pieces came together in her head in an instant, considering her desire to do something to please him, the actions of his hands and lips upon her breasts, and her breathless, desperate request.

Shego had heard plenty of jokes and innuendos from her high school years onward, but she had never actually imagined her lips upon a man's...

She swallowed nervously and shifted closer to him, folding her legs under her. When she looked at his face, she noted him observing her crotch. She felt a rush of embarrassment and the instinct to hide herself. But instead, after taking a few deep breaths through her nose to calm herself, she shifted to move her knees apart, giving him an even more exposed view. She wondered if he would find her un-shaved appearance detestable, but...he wasn't shaved either.

'Do men even...?'

She broke free from that train of thought and gave another glance to his wide eyes that were still locked on her womanhood, his expression unreadable. She looked back to his manhood and wondered what exactly she was supposed to do to pleasure him, and hoping she would get it right. The very idea of touching him at all, let alone with her lips, sent a new bolt of electricity across her nerves.

She started slowly as he had, placing her flat palm upon his chest. His eyes leapt to hers, and she grinned as she slowly began drawing her fingers down, pausing briefly to rub at one nipple which elicited a small hiss from his lips. Apparently that pleasure went both ways, and her grin broadened. So far, so good.

She felt down to his navel and began gently tangling her fingers in the dark, curled hairs. When her fingertips reached the heat of his erection, she drew them up the dark blue length ever so slowly, each one gently grazing the small moist spot at the very tip.

The man released a shuddering breath, watching in fascination as she then tentatively wrapped her entire hand around him—not the easiest task—and gently stroked all the way down until her hand met the dark hairs again and the softness of his scrotum. She noted the way the man had tensed when she moved, and took it as a good sign. She repeated the action, sliding her hand up and down, increasing the pressure each time.

"Onh! Ungh..." the man gasped and groaned, and she watched his fingers dig the bedspread and clutch it tightly.

Shego felt a shudder run through him as she released the shaft she was sure she felt throbbing within her grasp. The man looked to her in dismay, but then his eyes widened again as she shifted closer, throwing her tangled hair over one shoulder where it fell across his legs as she positioned her face over him. She licked her kiss-swollen lips and leaned down. He smelt of salt, and something musky that appealed to her as she uncertainly brought her lips closer, watching as the dark blue member twitched of its own accord.

She finally dared to place her lips upon the tip. She grasped the base again, holding it gently between thumb and index finger as she parted her lips and slid them down, and took in the salty taste. She didn't go down too far, the girth a bit much for her and not knowing how far she was supposed to go anyway. But she suckled him as she slid back up, adding pressure from the tip of her tongue and letting her teeth graze the soft flesh as his had grazed her nipple.

When her lips left him, she took a breath to repeat the action. But a sudden incoherent sound from the man and his hand on her upper arm stopped her.

"I..." he drew out the word, "think that's enough of that," he finished quickly, pulling her up and sitting upright himself, shifting closer to her. Shego held her breath in alarm, horrified that she might have hurt him or done poorly. But something in his frantic expression said it was something else.

They regarded each other then, and she finally registered just how uncertain he was. But before she could think of anything to say, he had wrapped his arms around her and his mouth was on hers, kissing her tenderly. His touch was no longer to arouse or entice, but simply gentle, holding her almost delicately as he seemed to pour something of himself into her through the caress of his lips. She responded in kind, feeling herself relax in his arms as she kissed him back. His hands felt slowly over her back and she matched the movement, simply enjoying the man in her arms.

They weren't close enough for her liking, and after a minute Shego rose on her knees and moved to straddle his folded ones. Her cheeks colored as she knew the dripping of her own arousal was now touching his thighs, but he only broke the kiss for a moment to pull her closer to him, his hands reaching down and grasping her rear and tugging her upward. His penis lay heavily against her stomach as he pulled her chest tight to his and resumed kissing her, almost as if his life depended on it. Her heart pounded with something she'd never felt before, from some secret place deep inside of her as she met him in the new, unknown feelings, kissing him back with fervor.

She wasn't sure how long it lasted, the more gentle touches eventually leading back to enticing ones amid their desperate kissing. His hand slipped between them to grasp her breast possessively, and hers reached down to claim his arousal with firm strokes. Finally, his lips broke from hers and began kissing her shoulder as he began shifting on the bed. Shego realized in a moment he was beginning to lie her down on her back. Her heart raced again, as if the present pleasure wasn't enough. More was about to come and she would finally know what it was she seemed to be burning for beyond her ability to control.

"Miss Superhero..." the man breathed as his lips grazed her collarbone.

She was laid gently upon her back, her head on the pillow. She realized that somehow he had shoved the blanket aside against the wall, and her back was on a clean, white sheet. Her arms flew to his shoulders as he moved away from her, but it was only to worship her breasts with further nips and suckling kisses. She writhed beneath him as the burning in her loins rose to an unbearable degree.

"May I...know your name?" he asked, looking up at her suddenly.

Shego startled slightly, realizing they hadn't exchanged names. She was seconds away from having sex for the first time in her life, and all she knew about the man was that he was a blue-skinned villain with a scar and a giant robot, wanted to take over the world, and whose mother gave him nice shirts.

She opened her mouth to speak, and then wondered...which name to give him. Before she could decide, he was speaking again.

"I like 'Mr. Mad Scientist,' but my moniker is Dr. Drakken. Or you could call me...Drew."

Shego looked at the villain's suddenly shy smile as he hovered over her. She took a breath.

"No one really calls me Sheena anymore... Everyone just calls me...Shego."

"Sheena is a pretty name," the villain...Dr. Drakken...Drew...replied. "And...Shego... Meaning Go City?"

Shego blushed in embarrassment. "Yes."

"Clever," he said with a smirk.

"I also like 'Miss Superhero,'" she added quickly, not sure what she wanted him to call her.

The villain's—Drew's—smirk only grew, and he shifted, parting her knees and moving his own to rest on the bed between hers. Shego felt her heart race and looked down to watch as the man's large arousal moved toward her. She shifted slightly on the mattress, spreading her legs wider and holding her breath in anticipation.

He reached down, and Shego watched in confusion as he lifted his penis away from where it was supposed to go. But then he began rubbing it against a very sensitive spot above her folds. She heard a gasp and a moan escape her lips as his action sent new fire throughout her body, even to her toes. Then suddenly the pressure was gone, and she looked up at him in awe.

Before she could speak though, she felt a new pressure, exactly where she'd been craving it. She drew in a breath through a gasp, a sudden yearning to be filled taking over almost everything else. She watched the blue length slowly disappear as she felt the pressure penetrate her, firm and direct. It was too much and not enough all at once, and she wished he would push inside faster at the same time she wanted to slowly savor every second.

The man—'Drew,' she impressed upon her brain—groaned in what she hoped was pleasure, his forearms trembling where they were braced on either side of her chest.

"You're...so tight— Wait...wait, how old are you!?" he asked suddenly, his eyes widening in panic.

Shego frowned. "Old enough!" she fairly snarled, angry that he had stopped seemingly barely inside.

"D-Don't lie to me!" he said, all traces of villainy and pleasure suddenly gone from his eyes.

"I'm not," she insisted firmly, regaining her calm. It was nice to know the man had some moral lines he wasn't willing to cross. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders. "Now...make love to me, Dr. Drakken."

She watched as he searched her face for any traces of falsehood, but she couldn't wait any longer. She held his shoulders tightly as she rocked her hips upward, taking in more of him.

He groaned again and gave up on his trembling forearms, lowering himself to his elbows. She missed the view of cobalt blue vanishing into the shadows of honeydew green, but was grateful for the increase of the very needed pressure.

"Dr. D— Oh," she gasped as suddenly he was all the way inside. She wrapped her arms more tightly around him, pulling him down to her chest. He obliged, holding her shoulders as he set his face beside hers. He groaned with need as he lifted his hips, and she whimpered at the retraction of what was a perfect fit. And then he pushed inside again.

Shego realized she'd only experienced the tip of the iceberg with that first thrust. It was the most amazing feeling she had ever experienced. She tilted her head and kissed his ear impulsively.

"More," she breathed.

"Don't rush me, woman," he countered. Shego was taken aback, but before she could protest he took a breath and continued. "You want this to last, don't you?"

"Mmhm," she acknowledged through a nod as he turned his head to face her. There was almost a desperation in his eyes as he regarded her. She had no idea what her face looked like in that moment, and only hoped nothing too humiliating was written there. She couldn't have faked any expression if she wanted to.

"Me too," he said. And he kissed her sloppily before lifting his hips and slowly pushing into her again. And again.

Shego allowed what were probably horrible sounds to escape her throat with the slow rise and fall of his hips. Each time he sank into her deeply, penetrating her to her utter limit. There was perhaps a hint of pain when she felt his tip reach her cervix, but it was always eclipsed by the pleasure as she found herself lost in the sensations she craved more of with each passing second.

It was bliss. The encompassing of him, and the departure with promise of return. She wasn't sure how much time had passed, but he was moving in a slow but steady rhythm, pulling out slowly and pushing in with force, his hips pressing against hers firmly each time. She was aware of the heat and sweat building between them, as well as the strange wet sounds of their union as a very concrete evidence that it wasn't all in her head.

She was surprised then as Drew pushed himself back up on his elbows, quivering slightly. His expression was taut, but it relaxed as he looked down at her. He laughed through a grin, and then moved his knees further apart. Shego felt her hip joints starting to ache, and after a moment and with a blush she brought her feet up and crossed them behind his back. Drew chuckled as he resumed his thrusting, her heels now bouncing atop his buttocks with each one.

"Onhh..." Shego groaned as every moment seemed to bring a greater fulfillment and wholeness she'd not known she lacked. It was something more than the sex, but...she didn't know what it was. She looped her arms around his neck and stared up at him. "You're so good at this."

Drew looked up from where he'd been admiring her bouncing breasts, blinking in surprise.

"Thank you," he said after a moment, not seeming sure if that was the correct response. And then even more uncertainly, "So are you."

Shego wondered if the blush would ever leave her cheeks, but she was elated to know it wasn't obvious that she lacked experience, even though she didn't think she was helping in the slightest through the endeavor.

"Thank you...Dr. Drakken," she settled on, almost calling him her own nickname for him again. "Now, kiss me again."

Drew chuckled and his brow rose. "Who is whose captive, hmm?" he quipped, before leaning down to place a warm, lingering kiss on her mouth. She nibbled at his lower lip when he made to pull away, and was rewarded with another kiss.

She had hoped sex would be wonderful, but she hadn't expected it to feel so transcendent. She felt complete in a way she hadn't known she was missing. Each heavy thrust of his hips caused the small bed to creak as he drove her into the mattress, and she wanted it to last forever.

"Mmmmh," she sighed deliriously, letting one of her hands fall from his shoulders. It landed in the tangle of her hair next to the pillow, and she closed her eyes as she relished every moment of the man's body joined with hers. "Oh, Dr. Drakken..." she murmured.

"I also liked 'Dr. D.,'" he said then, and Shego blinked at him. When had she called him that?

"Well you sure...know how to use it," she said breathlessly, opening her eyes as she smirked and hoped he'd catch her joke.

He must have for the widening of his eyes. He seemed to think for a moment, and then he sighed.

"I can't think of anything to go with 'Shego,'" he said.

Shego realized he'd been trying to think of an innuendo that fit her name. She attempted it for a moment, but more-so she was curious if couples usually had casual or amusing conversations during sex. She certainly hadn't expected it.

"That's fine. I have enough problems with that sort of thing just being me."

"What do you mean?" Drew asked, his brow furrowing.

Shego glanced away with a small grimace. "A lot of people want to go to bed with a super-heroine," she said with disgust. "You're one of the only ones who hasn't leered, actually."

Drew looked away guiltily. "You just didn't catch me, then..."

Shego considered the looks she'd seen him give her in the compartment above. "I was encouraging it, remember?"

His expression cleared and he smirked at her. "I'm...still surprised," he admitted, becoming breathless from trying to talk through the physical exertion. "I thought it was just a tactic to capture me."

Shego wondered idly if flirting with villains was something she should use to her advantage in the future, but it wasn't anything she could focus on at the moment. She was still lost in the perfect feel of him smoothly sliding in and out of her at a steady, unhurried pace.

She wasn't entirely sure what was happening with their anatomy anymore, as she was too lost in the sensations. Their joining in intimacy seemed to be a perfect fit, he snug inside of her with each complete thrust. She wanted to voice to him what she was feeling—that his warmth filling her seemed to be everything she'd always needed, even though she'd not realized she'd lacked; that he'd always been meant to be within her, and that every single joining sent tingles of electric pleasure through her entire body—but she was far too embarrassed to say any of it, and felt it would give her away.

"No," she answered his question plainly, unable to say more. She lifted one hand to loosen his ponytail, curious what his hair looked like free. He seemed surprised at her action for a moment, but made no comment. His gaze had returned to her breasts, and Shego was thrilled that they pleased him. She studied his face then while he wasn't watching hers, noting again the prominent scar under his left eye. She wondered if he'd attained it in a villainous pursuit. And she wondered what, besides an otherworldly comet, could induce blue skin in a person.

His hair loosened only made him more attractive, and she watched the sway of it over his shoulders in time with his deep thrusts. Her gaze traveled to his shoulders then, where she could see his muscles quivering from holding him up over her. He was so strong, yet still gentle with her. She had definitely made the right decision in following her urges.

She was missing the heavier weight of his body atop hers however, as well as his hands and lips on her breasts. When she looked at his face again he seemed to be in deep concentration, and she wondered if he was tiring. She hoped not; she never wanted the sex to end.

She debated suggesting they flip over to put her on top, like she'd seen in movies, to give him a rest. But then she feared her lack of experience would be revealed entirely. As he never faltered in moving in and out of her, she tried to imagine possible techniques. Should she lay atop him and raise and lower her hips as he did? Should she sit back on her knees and bounce up and down?

"I..." Drew began breathlessly, looking worried, and Shego made the decision.

"Turn over."

"Hn?"

"You've been working hard," she said with a smirk. "I should do a little."

His eyes cleared with the understanding, and Shego feared the loss of fullness when they turned. But instead he gripped her body tightly to his as they rolled in the small space, keeping them joined in intimacy. And in the next moment she found herself lying on his chest, his hands on her back and gently pulling her hair aside. His dark locks were splayed around his head on the pillow, and she had a sudden desire to run her fingers through them. Instead she propped herself up with her elbows on his chest, the sudden unease about how to proceed stopping her.

Drew was looking down at her chest again, and curiously she followed his gaze. Propped up the way she was, her breasts were still pressed to his chest but partially hanging, demonstrating a very attractive cleavage.

"You're so hot," he said, his eyes remaining on her chest.

Shego felt the flush come to her cheeks anew, and also a slight panic as she suddenly realized that she couldn't use the same technique he had. At least she wasn't confident in it. Reluctantly, she pushed off of his chest and folded her knees beside his hips as she sat back upon him. This pushed him even deeper within her, changing the angle and causing everything to tighten.

The look on Drakken's face was fascination—he was still staring at her chest—and what she hoped was pleasure as he seemed to be straining. She wanted to ask if he felt the same fullness and completion, but felt that would also give her away. And probably seem...too intimate, if there were such a thing with what they were doing.

Uncertainty still ruled her head, but her body was demanding the now-absent thrusting action. So she carefully rose up on her knees, feeling the tightness through the reluctant retraction of his hard length, and an emptiness that followed. She didn't dare go too far, fearing the complete loss of him, and slowly lowered herself down again.

"Ungh. Shego," was Drew's response, his hands flying to her hips. She knew in that moment she'd done well, and repeated the laboriously slow action, taking great care to not part them.

She was now making love to him, she realized, as she carefully found a rhythm, and a peace filled her as she caught sight of his face. He was still watching the sway and bounce of her soft breasts, but there was also a pleasure and calm in his expression that told her simply...all was well, and right.

She braced herself on his chest with her palms as she felt the absence of the speed when he'd been in charge and carefully attempted to move her hips faster. One of Drew's hands moved to her breast, cupping it and letting it bounce against his fingers for several moments before he began to massage the flesh again, his thumb turning over her nipple repeatedly.

Shego allowed the gasps and moans to leave her lips again as she felt an instinctual drive wanting to take over her hips. But they simply weren't sure what to do. Instead she halted with him fully inside her, pressing their pubic bones together as her nerve endings fired and she tried to process what action she should be taking. Her body still craved the movement of him within, and she started rolling her hips in slow circles to get more of the euphoric friction.

A loud groan from Drew told her she'd done something right again, and she herself was getting lost in this new sensation as she slowly swiveled her hips atop him, forgetting entirely that she was trying to contemplate how to move quickly. She listened to his groanings increase as she lost herself in the pleasure, aware that one of his hands had begun firmly kneading her rear while the other was still fondling her breasts.

Suddenly, everything stopped and she felt a loss. She gave a cry of dismay as she realized she'd been grabbed and flipped, him pulling out of her in the rapid process. But before she could complain or before the fear she'd made a mistake was fully present, his hands were suddenly spreading her thighs and his face was in between them.

"What...? Oh, oh...Doc...Doctor Drakken," she gasped, her head falling back on the pillow as his lips and tongue suddenly began doing...something, to her, right where he'd rubbed the head of his penis before. As new tingling darts of fire raced over her nerves, she wondered if this was why he had stopped her from pleasing him in the same way—if it was simply too intense. The desire to try it on him again overwhelmed her suddenly, and she was going to ask if she could, but then his touch was gone.

"Hey!" she complained that time, but before she could get anything further out, his masculine presence was looming over her, his blue chest filling her vision. She considered lunging forward to simply do as she pleased with him, but then he was lowering himself again. A wash of relief and excitement caused her entire being to tremble as she watched him guide his even more swollen, dark blue length toward her entrance again.

She was aware that a giggle had slipped past her lips, and it earned a slight relaxing of the tension in his face along with a smile, and she let loose an incoherent cry of pleasure as he slowly pushed within her again.

In a moment they were back where they had started, with his weight covering her, heat and sweat between them as his hips pushed her down into the small mattress. She clung to him in need as his hands gently held her shoulders, his breath hot on her cheek where his face lie beside hers on the pillow.

"Oh Drew, Drew!" she gasped in pure pleasure.

"Sheena..." he whispered her name before kissing her ear.

He must have known what she wanted as he was increasing the speed, each thrust seeming to come faster than the last and seeming to fill her further. All she knew was heat, and the ecstasy of his powerful, unfaltering rhythm as he claimed her, body and soul.

She let herself be lost in the sounds of their gasps for breath, the murmurings of names, and the rapid slapping of flesh on flesh. Suddenly his hands left her shoulders, reaching down and hooking behind her knees to draw her legs up. This changed something suddenly, her eyes widening as a new fire joined the pleasure she already never wanted to end. She felt something begin to build within her.

"Drew...oh, Drew!" she cried loudly, everything else leaving her lips after being incoherent.

"Shego...I..."

Her eyes flew to his face, which was tense and uncertain. Fear that he would stop arrested her mind, and she reached down and firmly gripped his rear with both hands, encouraging the rapid pace to continue. She kissed him, roughly and uncoordinated for how vigorously the bed was shaking, and she felt with confidence she had encouraged him past whatever conflict he was about to voice as he kissed her back ardently.

He was pulling almost fully out of her each time, the tip of his hard length now hitting something inside of her with every fulfilling thrust that heightened her feeling of completion. She felt weightless, and like she was on fire in the best way possible. The building warmth that had been concentrated to the unique spot he was hitting suddenly exploded outward, sending light and the purest of pleasure to every part of her body. It felt like the greatest release of tension at the same time everything within her seemed to coil up tightly, especially where they were joined.

She knew she was screaming. She knew her body was convulsing beneath his. She knew he was still filling her with thrust after heavy thrust, suddenly more rapidly than she knew possible.

It was perfection.

And then within the heat of their union, she felt something new. Drew was groaning atop her as with sudden recklessness he pressed his hips into hers, attempting to drive himself in deeper. His voice seemed almost pained as he loudly let himself lose control, but somehow she knew it was only the same pleasure she was feeling. Her fingers dug into his flesh tightly as their final rapture continued together for time undetermined.

But finally...the thrusting stopped. Shego missed it already. Drew stilled on top of her, his weight becoming heavy as he began to relax from the long exertion. Her arms were limp and felt like they weren't hers as her fingers trailed over his damp skin a short ways until she let the weak limbs fall across the small of his back. He finally released her legs where his forearms had hooked her knees, and she achingly brought her feet up to cross behind him again, this time just below his rear. One of his hands slid between them with effort to find her breast, which he tightly gripped. His other wove into her tangled hair as he continued to gasp for air, his breath hot on her cheek.

Shego simply let her eyes close and rested in the moment, overwhelmed beyond description. She felt the slight softening of his penis within her and was sad again.

A sudden clarity struck her then, causing her eyes to shoot open.

Her lust was finally sated. Everything within her that had been clawing to get out had been awakened, and while she was resting in the greatest satisfaction she had ever known, she already wanted more.

But...she had slept with a stranger. And a villain.

She glanced over at Drew's face, but his eyes were closed. His breaths were starting to slow, and Shego became aware of his fingertips lazily massaging her scalp. And then his lips searched blindly until finding her jaw, and he began kissing her again.

Shego's panic-stricken heart began to relax. He was a stranger, and yet...she felt that she somehow knew him, after what had just happened. She turned enough to meet his lips, letting her eyes fall closed again as he kissed her sweetly and softly. She never would have known he was a villain, after everything that had just happened.

He opened one eye and looked at her face for a moment before lifting his head to look past her. Shego was confused, but then his hand left her hair and began awkwardly tugging the red blanket over them. She watched for a moment and then helped until they were fully covered, and she set her face to stare into his again as she wondered what would happen next.

"It's still a long flight," he said as the only explanation before kissing her again tiredly.

He brushed some sweat-dampened hair from her forehead before moving his fingers into her thick locks again, massaging her scalp only briefly before the movement stilled. His lips seemed tired too, and Shego watched his closed eyes for a moment before glancing around the spartan compartment, and then letting hers fall closed as well.

They were flying over the ocean to parts unknown. And he said hours... It wasn't as if suddenly declaring him her enemy again would accomplish anything.

Drew took a deep breath then, and Shego watched as a peaceful smile slowly curled the corners of his mouth upward. He blinked at her tiredly.

"I've decided..." he began, sounding almost playful, "not to hold you for ransom."

Something in Shego's heart twinged in sadness.

"What?"

"I think..." He took another breath and exhaled as his hand gripped her breast more tightly between them. "...That I just need to keep you for awhile."

In a flash Shego realized that he had no animus against her—quite the opposite, it seemed. He kissed her again, and she met the touch with need, this time she being the one to boldly introduce her tongue into the mix.

"Does your lair have a dungeon?" she asked when they broke for air.

Drew's eyes widened, searching her face in confusion. Shego felt a small flutter in her chest that he clearly intended to continue treating her...well...as his captive. But then as realization struck a fluster came over him. He shifted slightly as a curious and nervous look bloomed on his face.

"Yes...it does."

"With...chains?"

He shifted again and propped himself up above her slightly as he nodded.

"And an alligator pit. I take it you're interested?"

Shego had nothing further in her mind for that particular fantasy, but she was sure she could think of something during the flight to the villain's lair. She bit her lip as she considered various possibilities and wondered what other things foreign to the world of heroism she could discover in Drew's abode.

"Shego?"

She realized she had zoned out and re-focused on his curious eyes. She smirked as she slowly ran her hands down his back again, blushing as she gently cupped his rear.

"Well, I'll need to gather more intel before I try to bring in a super-villain," she said coyly.

To her dismay, Drew pushed himself up and away from her. Although she felt a rush looking at his glistening form and impulsively reached around to run her fingers through his chest hair and down. They were still joined below, and she was elated to feel him definitely firming up again.

"Oh," he said with a grin, his eyes locking onto hers, "I like that even better than 'Mad Scientist.'"

He pressed both palms into the flesh of her breasts before kneading them and rubbing both of her softened nipples. They responded instantly, and Shego shuddered with pleasure. His eyes rose to meet hers as his hands slipped behind her back and began pulling her upright.

After some awkward wriggling, his legs were straight out in front of him on the bed with her knees folded again beside his hips. But this time, they were face to face. Or rather, chest to face, as she was seated higher. Her nerves were falling away and she rocked her hips against him, pulling him in deeper. He moaned in happiness as he began kissing her breasts, now at eye level.

"Drew..." she said breathlessly. He smiled up at her as his arms circled her back and she mirrored the action, this time she the one to weave fingers into his hair.

"Go on, Miss Superhero," Drew said, grinning at her broadly. Or rather, Dr. Drakken, she corrected mentally. She should call a super-villain by his chosen name, she supposed.

"Mmmh?" she hummed, raking her fingernails down his scalp.

"Gather your intel," he said, giving her a devilish smile.

Shego blinked for a moment, but as he calmly went back to her breasts she understood. She let go of the rest of her anxieties as she began rocking her hips and experimenting, taking the lead in their union. And as they continued on in silent bliss, she hoped the flight back to Dr. Drakken's lair would be several hours long indeed.

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