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Far future smut, semi-inspired by bcbdrums's various domestic stories. Names for Drakken and Shego are from bcbdrums's headcanon used with permission.

Home

Drakken pushed against the door with his whole side as he tiredly and gratefully arrived home. The conference had been too long. As invigorating as it had been with all the breakthroughs in robotics he and his peers had presented, more than a week away from home had exhausted him in a way he hadn't felt in a long time. It wasn't physical exhaustion, or even mental... He couldn't define it, but he knew it had something to do with being away from everything familiar. He was certain, because crossing the threshold of his home already caused a weight to lift from his shoulders.

The burden continued to lift as he abandoned his suitcase by the door and next to the stairs left his briefcase and jacket with it. Maybe he simply needed home… He pushed his shoes off his feet, finding more relief, and then padded over the tiles and toward the living room. His body was crying for his bed suddenly, but not until he found Shego and let her know he was back.

He paused in the living room door as he spotted her, setting a plate with a sandwich down on the coffee table and sipping from a small glass of milk. She turned her back to him then as she was apparently looking for the TV remote.

His gratitude at being home turned instantly to a yearning that he felt in every fiber of his flesh. It wasn't just home he had needed... In every possible way he could imagine...he needed Shego.

Shego found the TV remote where she had dropped it the night before and picked it up. But before she could turn back, she had less than two seconds of registering the sound of nearly silent footfalls and that they belonged to her husband before his arms were encircling her from behind. One arm wrapped around her waist possessively, his hand massaging the flesh at her waist. His other hand brazenly grabbed her right breast and held on tightly before he began a gentle kneading there as well.

Shego smirked as she stretched her arm down to set her glass of milk and then the remote on the coffee table. Drakken's lips kissed her neck through her hair, and when she straightened he rested his chin on her shoulder. She turned to peer at him and noted first the tiredness behind his eyes, but the more dominant feature was the devious expression on his face. She grinned at him in a mixture of surprise and delight as he nestled his chin contentedly on her shoulder and pressed against her back. She was only slightly surprised to feel the firm bulge against her rear that indicated his greeting was more than just a tease.

"Have a good trip?" she asked, covering his arm at her waist with hers, while her other hand rose to gently cup his cheek.

"Mmhm. We sold the new design. It should bring in millions," he responded. The devious look in his eyes grew as he shifted against her with purpose, as if she needed anymore hints that her lunch plans had changed. Her thumb gently caressed the scar beneath his eye as he continued staring at her. Through the very present lust, his love for her still burned in his eyes and only hastened her willingness to meet his need.

"Does that mean you'll be home for awhile?" she asked, becoming annoyed with how many layers of fabric were between her breast and the consistent attention of his hand.

He didn't answer the question but to attack her lips with his, his tongue immediately seeking purchase as she turned in his embrace and snaked her arm around his neck. Her heart raced as he moaned into the kiss and then suddenly released her to pull her shirt up and over her head. He wasn't usually so...hasty, and she found her face flushing as he reached behind her, un-clipped her bra in a movement almost too quick to register, and then was sliding the straps down her arms.

"Drew."

She was going to make an inquiry about his present amorous state, but his hands firmly kneading her flesh and his tongue and teeth teasing the sensitive peaks of her breasts in turn caused the question to die on her lips, replaced with gasping moans.

"Drew... Oh, Drew!"

"I missed you..." he said into her skin, his breath hot and his voice desperate. She wove her fingers into his hair as he rapidly brought her from the simple joy she'd had in his presence to a burning pleasure, accompanied by an ache deep in her core that only he could quench. Her gasps at his affections became needy, and she dragged the fingernails of one hand down his back and then around his leather belt.

He grunted in pleasure as she undid his belt with one hand and then the button and zipper of his pants, sliding her palm down over the soft, dark hairs until she found the rock hard heat of his need. He hissed the instant her fingertips made contact and his gentle nibble became a harder bite. Her fingers tightened in his hair as she gasped in protest, and he hummed in apology as he soothed the bite with gentle licks. Her hand gently caressed his hard length, though he needed absolutely no more time to be ready. She knew he was just making certain she was ready for him, but it never took long.

"Okay..." she said breathlessly, not wanting him to suffer the ache any longer. His lips left her nipple and kissed up her chest to her neck, though his hands continued firmly massaging her breasts.

"Rachel..." he moaned with yearning into her neck. Her hand within his pants gripped tightly, and he hissed, his teeth pressing into the muscle at her neck for a moment before his hands finally left her chest and moved down her bare back, then sliding below her waistband where he dug his fingers hard into her rear.

She gently kissed his ear in the moments before he picked her up and laid her on the sofa. She let him tug her pants down over her hips and then off, pulling a pillow under her head and then resting her arms back above her head on the sofa. She knew she was about to be ravished, and was thrilled to let him do so. She merely watched as with heavy, panting breaths he deftly undid the buttons of his shirt just enough so he could yank both it and the t-shirt beneath up over his head. His pants followed quickly, and she smirked in amusement at the dark socks he left on but ignored as he planted his bare knees on the couch cushion.

She expected him to waste no more time, but his hands were suddenly on her knees and his face dipped down to where she ached for him most. She was left confused for a moment when he didn't tease her throbbing peak, nor massage the sensitive flesh where her thighs met her center. But then the familiar warmth of his tongue slid down and pressed deep within. She gasped in shock, blinking her eyes repeatedly at the sensation. She had no time to process the new pleasure as his hands found her breasts again, kneading the ample flesh as his thumbs made deliberate circles over her nipples.

Shego lost herself in the blinding pleasure, sometimes tensing at his touches and sometimes feeling she would melt away entirely. She was so lost that she didn't notice that he had moved until the hard length she had earlier teased suddenly replaced his tongue, and in one quick movement thrust deep inside. She choked back a cry of surprise, and when she opened her eyes she found him hovering over her, his arms braced on either side of her shoulders on the sofa. His eyes were intense and full of desire, fixed on where her breasts bounced as he wasted no more time.

She glanced at the space between them, watching dark blue disappear into green, reappear, and then vanish again in a strong and steady rhythm. She laughed a delighted laugh as his heavy thrusts brought her deeper pleasure, and he seemed to snap out of his fixation on her breasts as he blinked quickly before his eyes found hers. He looked briefly embarrassed before her smile relaxed him, and he grinned wickedly at her.

"Too much?" he asked almost shyly, contradicting the continued bold action of his hips.

"Oh no," she quipped breathlessly. She ran her hands up his arms and gripped his biceps. "If this is what conferences do to you, you should accept those offers more often."

"No," he growled, leaning down to suckle her neck.

"Onh..." she moaned, pressing into the touch. She took the chance to circle her arms around his back and pull him down against her. She felt his thighs brace against hers to drive even deeper and she grinned broadly as she clung to him.

"I love you..." she breathed into his ear as he continued suckling her neck. Her words halted the attention, and he grunted in answer as his lips found hers, the kiss as strong and powerful as the rest of him. Her fingers wove into his hair while his elbows sank into the couch cushion on either side of her arms. For several minutes the only sounds in the room were the heavy rhythmic squeak of the couch's box springs and their heated breaths that occasionally broke their fervid kisses.

Drakken paused suddenly, surprising her, but when she realized it was only so he could shift to kiss her breasts again she grinned. It brought her joy to be able to give him so much pleasure, and she caressed his face gently as she watched him taking his delight in her body.

He looked up after a minute and smiled at her, the look on his face far less intense and more content. She was surprised when he lifted off of her and then moved to lay on his side.

"Move there," he said, and she detected the tired note in his voice.

She followed his lead and lay on her side, flipping her hair over her behind her before pressing her back into the back of the sofa. Drakken moved nearer and she lifted her leg over his hip as he slid inside again, his hand pushing between her back and the sofa so he could bring her closer. She tugged a pillow under his head and embraced him as his other hand fondled her breast, his eyes having drifted down again and an almost silly smile having come over his face.

"My eyes are up here."

He startled and looked confused and anxious for the split second before he realized she was teasing him. He grinned as she kissed him, and she hummed in delight as he resumed their rhythm, though it was slower and more relaxed this time. From the tiredness in his eyes she wasn't sure this wouldn't be an occasion that ended in sleep before it...ended. But she didn't care.

"I missed you..." he murmured, the words slightly obscured as his lips remained locked with hers.

"Hmmmh..." she hummed in response, running her hand down his back to grip his rear, feeling the muscle contractions beneath her hand as he worked to bring them both to greater pleasure.

"I love you," he said against her lips again, and she closed her eyes and relaxed into the perfection of him.