A/N: Just something I wrote bored in American Lit, and it was inspired by another fic I came across the other day. I hope you like it, it's very short.
She didn't know why she wanted it, why she lusted after the one thing that should be off limits to her. But she wanted it so much- to feel and touch the soft, sweet skin of the one person opposite of her- her enemy. She was the counterpart that was the contradiction to her own being. Every time that feeling shook over her, drowned her in that deep sea of desire she would hate herself and force her mind to believe otherwise and thoughts away into the deepest and farthest place she could imagine. And at the end, even with that she believed was the strength of her free will, still fell victim to the emotion that blinded her to everything else.
And for it to happen at such and opportune time when she had that person in her hands, winning at one of their many battles, was maybe too lucky. She was an enemy but didn't think of that when she forced her against a wall and slowly ran her fingers through those long locks of soft, cherry red hair. She never thought much of that, and neither did her enemy she thought as the redhead fell submissive to her touch. She was able to brush her fingers across tender skin and kiss her pouting lips. She tasted so addictive, so sweet, and so innocent as like she knew the younger girl was.
Moan after moan, whimper after whimper as hot kisses trailed down her neck and shoulders. Over and over again until her opposite couldn't stand anymore and fell to her knees, their fingers intertwined together.
It made her feel so weak yet so…good…
"…mm…ahh…"
The redhead felt the fabric of her shirt being torn, ripped from her skin and cold hands grasping at her most sensitive, private areas. Cold hands that gave her chills that made it impossible to hold those pleasure filled sounds. But then in one moment, one quick realization, the hands left.
"…no…don't…" Her eyes glazed over and bright red strands of her stuck to her even redder face as she looked up to her enemy,; calling, begging like she never believed she ever would
"…don't stop….Shego…"