Shego wasn't a jealous sort, but the group of women who took a rather sexual liking to her boss at karaoke was getting her right on that razor's edge. Their giggles were louder than the singers on the stage, probably because they were so close to where she sat; at the back bar. The more they giggled, the tighter her ungloved grip on the glass. Why did she agree to coming to this… AGAIN? Oh… she knew why. She was just too stubborn to even say it in her head. Goddess… when did she get so pathetic?
Drakken splat into the stool beside her in a happily drunken bubble. She almost shattered the glass in her hand, but instead downed the rest of the beer as he slurred, "Therrre you are." He said rather too loudly then whispered desperately, "Save me." Before one of the elder women grabbed him by the collar and dragged him back to the other circling sharks.
Shego groaned out and marched over to her boss. Shego lit one of her fingers and smiled with a bitch's grin, "Excuse me ladies but…" She touched all their drinks with the swiftness of an assassin and they all exploded in green flame as she snarled, "… fuck off!"
They all dropped their drinks and screamed before scattering. Immediately, Drakken leaned back in his chair and let out a loud exasperated sigh of relief. It actually pissed her off. The flame of her finger ignited to her whole hand and she was about to slash his stupid face, but he started talking and the sweetness of it damper her anger, "The gorgeous angel of death swoops in to save me… thannnnnk you, Shego. Those women were trying to devour me, I swear. I'm pretty sure one of them bit me." He sat back up and yanked off his lab coat and pointed to his bicep where there were actual teeth marks, "Oh my God… she really did. SHEGO! Look at this!"
She couldn't help it, she started laughing. Drakken grunted and rubbed at it as she sat across from him at the circled couch his woman horde had entrapped him in. He sighed out focused on the next singer on the stage almost too far to hear and he spoke with an accidentally loud drunken voice, "I'm sorry I ruined karaoke night."
She shook her head and waved over a waiter. As he made his way over, she spoke without looking at him, "I don't forgive you… so you'll have to make it up to me."
Drakken whimpered at that, but didn't get to contest as she ordered four shots of tequila on his bill. She asked the waiter to bring a salt shaker, and a bowl of lemons. He nodded and took off to get her order, "We're doing 2 tequila shots each and YOU are not allowed to sing again tonight… that's how you pay me back."
He frowned deeply at the thought of not singing but soon snorted a huff through his nose in defeat, "Very well. And we'll be square?"
She smiled and nodded as the waiter sat the stuff down then left. She placed his first shot in front and took hers, "You know how to do a proper tequila shot, Doc?"
Of course he didn't… probably didn't even know those women wanted to bang him, either. He shook his head no and suddenly… her face got hot. Why? Was it the thought of him in bed with a woman? How did that thought go to her being that woman? Why was she NOW picturing sucking the lemon from his mouth? She cleared her throat and focused on the drunkened blue man eagerly awaiting her explanation, "Lick. Shot. Suck. Thems the rules… you got that, Doc?"
She licked just above her thumb and shook salt on it, "Lick." She took the salt in, slowly, then grabbed her tequila, "Shot." Drank it quick and enjoyed the burn before taking a lemon and seductively sucking on the lemon and making a sour face and barely barking out, "Suck."
He blinked out the glaze over his eyes that were still watching her and cleared his throat. He looked down at his hand and licked it in the same area she had. He took the salt shaker and added with a humorous tone, "That's a lot of sodium intake for just a small shot." He looked up at her with a smile before lapping up the salt with a disgusted face before downing the shot. His face twisted and he visibly shuddered before snatching a lemon and twitching more. She leaned back against the circle couch and laughed at her boss as he hoarsely sang, "Smooth."
She continued her laugh as she added so fast that not one of her brain-cells got to OK it before it was sent, "You know… they're meant to be done off of other people." The look on his face and the cold chill down her spine indicated that what she said was a little too forward. She was about to jump to her own defense, but drunk Drakken beat her to the punch… "Alright. Would you like to go first?"
She… shook her head no. Drakken shrugged then rounded the circle couch to get close enough. Her heart throbbed too loudly to hear what he said softly. Her gaze nearly burned a hole in his head while he avoided all eye contact as he took her hand. He licked it and her nerves vibrated pleasure all the way down to her toes but fluttered in her gut. He was being awfully bold. As she watched him sprinkle salt on her hand and welcomed his tongue on her skin again, she grit her teeth and decided to be just as bold.
As he took his shot, she grabbed a lemon catching his full attention, and bit down on the peel in her mouth, exposing the lemon's fruit towards him. His breathing got heavier the more he stared at the lemon until his eyes finally connected with hers. She sung silently in victory at his frozen state, so she slid closer to him in the bar leaning forward and tilting her head. She could hear how this was affecting him. His breathing was ragged, but he stared at the lemon and with a deep breath he leaned in and his salty lips overlapped hers to bite into the lemon.
The sour, sticky juice ran down her chin and she let go. He pulled the wedge with him and she saw how purple he turned from blushing. She wiped off the remnants from her chin and looked over at him having a hard time looking her in the eye… time to put that final nail in the coffin, "My turn."
He looked like he poised himself and handed over his hand to her. She smiled and leaned over to lick his clavicle. She almost moan at how he shivered. She tapped the salt shaker over her wet trail and instead of licking it off… she pressed her tongue down and fish kissed it off his flesh. That got her a grunt of pleasure that made a pooling of pleasure of her own. She reached to get her shot as he grabbed a lemon. He mimicked her and bit onto the rind as she took the shot.
He turned to fully face her and she bit her bottom lip. Teasing him was becoming so delicious. He was flushed purple but he wasn't backing down. His eyes were hazed in desire and that made what she did next just as thrilling as her choice of where she licked. She crawled in his lap and straddled over his thighs. He nearly dropped the fruit as she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned down to lick at his lips around the lemon. She put her lips gently around the exposed fruit and suck on it, dragging her teeth on it enough to juice the tender flesh. As she did that, she ground her hips down making him groan and open his mouth. She bit into the freed wedge and sat up on her knees with a grin, peel still in her mouth.
He panted while staring up at her and eventually started laughing, "Well played, Shego."
He shifted under her and his face fell. That made her kind of angry. He thought she did this just to best him? I mean… he was right, but… she reached down and yanked his head up to look at her before she sank back into him and kissed him fully… with no fruit to protect him. The deeper she made her kiss, the more he moaned… it drove her mad. She pushed her hips down as he thrusted his up and they were suddenly teenagers making out for the first time. Wildly flailing and too eager. Shego broke off and pulled him out of the booth before muttering, "Hovercar… now."
