Black Hole, Black Soul
By Intrepid Warriors
Copyright for Kim Possible belongs to that weird little mouse and his affiliates
Her left lip quirked in amusement as she watched the blue-skinned man move hesitantly to the podium and peer at the cheering crowd. The large golden medallion gleamed brightly on his chest, a testament of appreciation from a grateful populace.
His uncertain gaze landed on her, and his eyes sought hers for the reassurance he needed. He was more comfortable trying to come up with plans to destroy the world, not save it. For once in his life, he desperately needed her 'lippy-ness', the casually hidden barbs of wit that would strip every flaw out of his world domination plans and expose them as sacrificial victims for the cosmos' mirth.
But it was the one time she couldn't do it. The one time her normally sharp tongue couldn't, no wouldn't, wield words to deflate his precious ego. The pride she felt for her employer, the insanely brilliant but inept villain known only as Drakken, wouldn't allow it. She returned his gaze with fondness...and something else. Something that was incessantly taking up residence in her heart.
Without warning, Shego felt a gentle but firm grip encircle her waist as something slithered around her body. She was pulled determinedly toward Drakken as the flower-sprouting vine whipped several times around their bodies in quick succession, and they were pulled abruptly into each other.
In the process, the vine inadvertently caused Drakken's head to crash lightly into her chest. Her breath left her body in a rush as time slowed down, the millisecond encounter leaving a tingling sensation across her nipples. Something deep inside greedily latched onto the sensation, shooting tendrils of warm electricity into her belly and groin. The reaction was unexpected, dangerous in its power as her dazed mind tried to make head or tail what had just transpired.
She pulled back, a look of shock on her face as she looked at Drakken from under her fringe, trying to gauge his reaction to the intimacy of the encounter. Sensing her attempt to put distance between them, the vine tightened its grip and pulled, pushing her breasts firmly against Drakken's chest. The friction sent her body into overdrive and she had to stifle a moan at the contact. Being on twenty-four hour call for her high-maintenance employer didn't allow adequate 'downtime', and it had been sometime since she had felt the sensation of a male body pressed against her own.
Drakken's wide nervous smile greeted her. She could tell by the apprehension in his eyes that he expected her to ignite her plasma flame any second, and rain down terror on his poor head. It wouldn't have been the first time it happened, and it certainly wouldn't have been the last time. But behind the apprehension was a glimmer of happiness. She could tell he was enjoying the sensation of having her against him, even if it meant risking his life.
In all fairness, it wasn't his fault. It was the vine's actions that had lead them to this moment.
"Or was it?" her mind mused, wondering fleetingly if the vines reacted to his mental commands as much as they did to his verbal commands.
Shego realised she wasn't going to get out of the embrace without causing damage to the vine with her plasma, which she wouldn't do. It was part of Drakken now, and a big part of the reason why they still had Earth to call home. She would have to wait for the vine to uncoil on its volition, which it wasn't in a hurry to do. So she did the only thing she could. She visibly relaxed against him, shyly returning Drakken's smile.
His face practically split in two with the sheer joy radiating out of him, and his eyes lit up as he realised his beautiful assistant wasn't going to blast him into smithereens, or worse. As her body loosened, he could feel parts of her pressed against parts of him, parts that were making his body zing and his mind go pzzzttt.
Drakken eventually managed to convince the vine to release them, but it took some working. Neither the vine, nor he himself were keen on letting Shego loose from their grip. It felt too good, too right having her so close, the black lines of lipstick outlining pouty lips he so desperately wanted to taste again. He had never forgotten the texture, the taste or the feel of them against his own during the modulator incident. And now he wanted more. Much, much more!
And she let him. Not at that moment. Not for several days afterwards. It took time for their minds and hearts to reconcile over the change in their relationship, to come to an agreement on how to proceed. And she made sure he worked for the privilege. He sent a written invitation for dinner on the first attempt, made his henchmen sing the second invitation, and sent an army of Clones and Bebes to beg on the third invitation. But she was having none of it. The invitation had to come from Drakken himself, in full.
The first attempt saw him hitting the floor as he passed out from sheer nervousness. The second attempt produced less head trauma, but he developed a bad case of the stutters and clicks that were completely incomprehensible to anyone but a tribesman from the Gods Must Be Crazy Series. The third attempt was actually intelligible, until he got to the point of asking her to dinner and he fled screaming with his hands over his head, hiding under a broken doomsday device for twelve hours, sucking his thumb in the foetal position. His fourth attempt resulted in him getting to the actual point without any stutters, clicks or screaming, but the nasty rash he had developed from the stress took over, and his spasmodic twitching meant flying him to Emergency in the hovercraft.
The fifth attempt was the final straw for Drakken. He couldn't take anymore of the strain so he took a stiff shot, or three, of straight whisky, marched into the living quarters where she sat filing the claws of her gloved hands and loomed uncertainly over her, a fearful but determined look on his face.
"She...she...go" he burbled, the Dutch courage only just making an appearance.
"Yes Dr D?" she drawled, holding the gloved hand up to the light for her inspection.
Throwing dignity and caution to the wind, he fell down on his knees in front of her and pushed his face closer to hers until they were nose to nose.
"Pleasegooutodinnertwithme!" he begged.
His pupils dilated and his breathing coming in small shallow puffs as he waited for her answer.
Her arms slid up the material of his lab coat and linked behind his head. She breathed in the smell of his fear and pheromones. Fascinated, the tigress in her licked its lips in anticipation at the scent, revealing in the helplessness of its prey.
"Absolutely" she purred, stroking the hair of his nape in slow, seductive circles.
Drakken's eyes started to glaze as the hypnotic whirls and alcohol took their toll.
"O..K...do you...um...do you want to go now?" he managed to stammer out as Shego pulled him gently toward her, her comet-enhanced strength ensuring there would be no more running, not this time .
"Not yet" she breathed against his mouth, inching her mouth towards his.
Drakken's lips parted and he breathed out. Energy coursed through his body, and yet he felt absolutely limp all at the same time.
Her lips met his and teased, before she finally took what she wanted.
His breathing became ragged, his palms began to sweat and his mind raced backwards through mathematical equations as he tried to distract himself from the heat that swamped his body.
Shego had been running on sexual tension overload since the awards ceremony and she was tired of waiting. They could deal with the main course later. For starters, she was having Drakken.
As they lay on the sofa in a confused pile of clothes and limbs, their bodies still thrumming, Shego smiled to herself.
He may be a scientist, but he certainly knows all the right buttons to press!
Sighing in contentment, she ran her fingernails gingerly down his back.
"Got anything left in the tank Doc?" she whispered seductively in his ear.
Drakken didn't reply. He merely lifted his head enough to begin nuzzling her neck.
Grinning, she rolled him over and crawled on top of him.
"I'll take that as a yes!" she purred.
He reared up to meet her lips, his need for her drowning out any exhaustion he felt.
He was determined to please her, and he set to work with a will and focus resemblant of his obsession for his doomsday machines.
His lips left hers and his head lowered, his hands resting at the middle of her back as he urged her closer.
She gasped and her eyes closed. Her hands gripped his thick black hair and she arched against him.
"Oh you'll do, you'll do just nicely!" she whispered, the pleasure he was causing assaulting her entire body.
As the pleasure reached the point of no return, she felt her head drop back and a primal scream started to well up in her throat.
"Drakken!"
Shego bolted upright in bed, her chest pounding and her breathing coming hard and fast. The ecstasy from the dream still flooded her body, while memories surfaced and a deep ache of longing caused tears to spill from her eyes.
Her hand automatically reached for the warmth of his body next to hers, seeking the reassurance of his presence.
But it found only empty space. As it had each and every night for the past year.
Sobbing, she hit the side of her touch lamp and blinked furiously through the tears.
She could just make out her cell phone sitting on the bedside table and she grabbed it, clutching it to her as she hit number one on her fast dial.
The phone buzzed as it sought to connect, droplets of salty water hitting the screen face as she begged it silently to make contact.
A sleepy voice finally answered, sounding muffled as the owner sought to pull themselves from the pillow.
"Ron...I need you!" Shego whispered, before bursting into a wailing series of cries that tore at the heart of her listener.
Ron dashed from the bed, pulling on pants and shirt and whatever shoes he could find.
He ended up with one loafer and one sneaker and different matching socks but time was of the essence, not his choice of fashion.
"I'm coming Shego! I'm coming!" he called reassuringly down the phone to his friend, his protective nature kicking into overdrive as he grabbed his keys and helmet and dashed into the carpark of his apartment building.
Roaring the engine to life, he slammed the helmet onto his head and set off at breakneck speed on his 2017 Victory Octane in Shego's direction. His best friend needed him, and he wasn't going to disappoint.