Some honeymoon fluff. Enjoy. –N
The evening of their arrival in Nice, after they'd spent the morning lounging on the beach and the afternoon at some science museum, they lay in bed together at the hotel, her straddling him and their lips moving fiercely against each other, both of them moving away only to breathe.
Shego wound her hands up behind Drakken's neck and pulled him in closer, smiling into his mouth. "D –"
"Mmm." He attacked her lips with renewed hunger, his own hands ghosting her sides in such a way that gave her chills. She shivered and dug her nails into his skin, this beautiful, loving man who was now her husband.
He already left her breathless all on his own. But this, this was a new kind of burning in her lungs, and she found she would be quite content to live the rest of her life sneaking in short bursts of air between kisses for the sole purpose of kissing again.
He flipped her suddenly, knocking whatever remaining oxygen there was out of her lungs. He studied her for a moment – her face, her body – both of them panting, until they reached for eachother once more.
