I Know I'll Come Back to You (a fic for sweet-or-sarcastic on tumblr)
Shego threw her stilettos into the swamp outside the secret lair and slammed her back into the metallic storm doors, just under the pupil scanner, and slid down until her butt hit the concrete slab welcoming mat. She curled her head into her arms and gave a fierce sighing growl. Another shitty date ending another shitty Friday night.
She blamed it all on the weak, un-neutered, crybaby man-child who thought he was a gift to womankind. He had zero idea what he was doing in the kissing department, for starters, and instead of slowing down or softening up to get guidance… he went hard and fast like a clueless teenager. Frustration led to her having to push him away… eventually a bit forcefully. He lashed out by saying he could get someone much younger and willing… all with more or less curse words. She blasted him through her hotel room door, that was under some poor bastard's credit card she stole, then ran back here…
She would never… EVEREVEREVER say this out loud, but… she just wanted to be treated like a princess (she cringed). She wanted to be held. Fingers raked through her hair. Touched and butterfly kissed all over her body with tender lips. Looked at with glazed over, hooded eyes full of pure affectionately passionate desire that set her core on fire. With a groan of how sickeningly sweet her mind was being, she shouldered her purse and stood quickly. She put her eye up to the scanner. It bleeped obnoxiously and the huge metal door creaked and sunk into its shelf and she moved into the hideout.
The smell of popcorn hit her nose before the chill of the marble floor on her feet did. She gave herself an internal scolding for her lips curling up in a smile of the thought of the Doc curling up on the couch with a huge bowl of popcorn like an adolescent girl. She tossed her purse on the table of the breakroom for the henchmen. Her feet slapped on the floor towards the "living room" where flashes of light and muted voices were filling the empty warehouse hideout. The hollowness of how big and lonely it felt in this place stung her chest and she had to swallow down the pity she felt for Drakken for a moment. She shook the voice out of her head scoffing at how she wasn't any better.
She stood in the doorway leading to the big comfy felt couch she helped move into this room right in front a huge screen TV with random people on it. Her eyes fall to the scruffy hair silhouetted from the edge of the top of the couch. She, instinctively, looked down at her green trimmed, black bandage dress to make sure it was clean and hugging all her curves just right. She rolled her eyes at herself and pressed forward to go around the couch.
Drakken had on a black wifebeater and black and red basketball shorts on with a pore strip over his nose. He had a pinch of kernels in his hand, paused in mid insertion of his mouth as his face twisted in shock. The kernels plunged back to the bowl in his lap and Drakken jerked to pause his movie and move the bowl to the coffee table in front of the couch. He stood as he cleared his throat and brushed the loose popcorn that had fallen into his lap, "Sh-Shego… you're… well… you're back? I thought you were off for your weekend fling. Issss… Is everything… wow…" She watches his eyes dart over her dress then snap around the room and back to her eyes as he cleared his throat, deeper this time, "Is everything okay?"
His eyes, full of confusion, melted to compassion as they mingled with her own eye contact. She ignored the question and sighed with a snort as she plopped on the couch, "Wha'cha watching, there, Doc?"
Drakken, slowly, made his way back to the couch… watching her, she could feel. She ignored his observing her and grabbed the bowl as he unpaused the movie. He eventually got back to his calm, natural position and spoke as he reached for some popcorn, "If you must know, it's the marathon of my favorite show, Love in the Village."
Shego let out a hearty laugh, "Seriously Doc?"
He snatched the bowl out of her grip and she looked over at her melodramatic boss as he grumped, "If you don't like it, you can go back to your dimwitted, muscular gorillas whom probably can't even spell gorilla."
She felt hurt. She ACTUALLY felt hurt. And… for once in her life… she didn't want to attack him. She just folded her arms around herself and sank into the couch. She had no urge to blast him or tell him off… she didn't want to leave in a storm-off fashion… she just stared at the screen with a sadness and anxiety she hadn't felt since she got the nerve to leave Team GO. What the hell was happening? She was being swallowed and she couldn't breathe…
"I… I am sorry… I'm sorry, Shego." His voice flowed around her. His hand ghosted on her shoulder as she was brought out of the hole she had sunk into, "I shouldn't have lashed out. It was rude of me and I am so very sorry."
She found herself panting as she turned to him. He looked so pathetic… the way he looked at her with worry and… affection… her breathing slowed and her body tingled. With a lizard lick on her lips, she turned and grabbed the straps of his shirt and kissed him. There was a squeak behind his lips. She pulled away to look at his eyes. They were panicky as they searched her eyes for explanation, but he didn't bolt. His brain must've clicked into passion mode because his eyes softened and he leaned just far enough for her primal instincts to kick in.
Her arms flowed around his head as she snaked herself underneath him. He was sensually soft but hungry enough to chase her… it made her belly twinge as a soft sigh escaped within the kiss. His elbows rested on either side of her and she feel his chaste hands rubbing her exposed back as he rested comfortably between her legs. He broke the kiss but kept his eyes closed for a beat before they slowly opened… glazed over and hooded. Her hands caressed the pedal soft skin around his neck before her eyes followed them down to the small patch of hair on his chest.
Her eyes flicked back up to his eyes as he licked at his lips and dipped his head down slowly. He butterfly kissed her neck and she moaned and lifted her head to allow him better access. His arm on the side he wasn't kissing crept from her back to the underside of her elbow. He pulled it towards him as he left pecks on her collarbone then kissed at her wrist and fingertips. She smiled, despite herself, and cupped his cheek. She caressed under his eye with her thumb before her fingers brushed his scar then, playfully, over his very soft lips. They shared a very unprofessional moment. He put his forehead against hers and shared a smile with her before she wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss.
As they continued to have a very long, slow, and methodical make-out session, Shego felt tears sliding down her face… how in all of creation did this huge blue sun flowered nerd become the very thing she needed? All thoughts stopped. Sound and logic were getting too distracting as Drakken's warm and patient hand slid under the hem of her dress, just slightly, to rest and knead the side of her leg. She whimpered in the deepened kiss. She planned on shoving her tongue down his throat, but his met hers halfway. The savage fencing of hers was soothed by his sweet probing. It earned him another uncatchable moan.
She pushed away for air and he paused all movement. She literally forgot to come back up for air and she was now light headed. She gasped for air as a cackle of laughter left her chest. This was the hottest thing she's ever felt… so much she wanted… so much she NEEDED. The overwhelmingness of it hit her hard and she started to cry. She flung her arm over her face knowing it was confusing the hell out of him. She heard his small whisper of apologies and felt him moving. She sniffed and felt too exposed… too… vulnerable… she uncovered her face and caught him around the neck and pulled him down she whispered, "I love you" before kissing him softly. She felt his hand on her cheek and she leaned into it with smile. Tomorrow, she might be the selfish, sarcastic badass she always was… but right now… here in his arms… she was the queen she always wanted to be.