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Mile High
Shego collapsed on the bench of the private plane with a breathless laugh after their climb up the rope ladder. She grinned evilly as Drakken still lingered in the open doorway of the plane in flight on autopilot, shouting his victory down at their teen nemesis on the ground below. His hair had come loose in the wild escape, and she watched it whip around his face in the wind, only adding to the dark triumphant look on his face.
A rush of something more than adrenaline swept through her as she watched him pull himself fully inside and close the door before starting to smooth back his hair. He looked around the small compartment until he caught her eye, his grin broadening before he began expounding upon their victory, praising her briefly before beginning to rant about how the world would soon be his with the technology they had stolen.
Shego heard almost none of it as she studied his features, noting his prominent jaw, defined cheekbones, and small yet perfectly suited for his face nose. His eyes were flashing danger and excitement as he continued on and on about their plan, barely taking a breath, and Shego found the rush continuing through her, heating her blood beneath her wind-cooled skin and causing a painful fire to tingle in her most intimate parts. She closed her eyes as Drakken ranted and began to imagine his hands on her body, quenching the fire that had risen within her. She impulsively slid a hand up to her own breast, the touch even through her clothing further igniting her desire.
Drakken's words faltered and Shego's eyes snapped open. She saw him looking at her strangely, meeting her eyes for a split second only to blush in confusion and turn his back to her. His rant continued, and even as Shego's cheeks colored, she sat up from where she'd lain on the bench and pushed herself to her feet.
Numbness from the wind and climb, electricity from the adrenaline, and more, were coursing through her body as she approached Drakken from behind, her footsteps unheard beneath the combined sounds of his voice and the low pulsing of the small plane's engines. Her hands shook as she set them on his shoulders, and his eyes spoke fear when she slowly spun him around. But he didn't resist when she brought her lips gently to his and slowly snaked her arms around his neck. Her heart thudded in her chest as after a moment he kissed her back, his own fingers gripping her waist fiercely and encouraging hers to weave into his hair.
When their lips parted for air he breathed her name in a mixture of awe, question, and need. It was the latter she latched onto as she started drawing him back slowly toward the bench that she knew wouldn't hold them even if they tried. But a primal instinct drove her as her fingers moved out of his hair and to the fastening of his collar. He let her begin to relieve him of his clothing while one of his hands ever so carefully pulled her hair aside to give his lips access to her neck. Heated desire raced through her at the new sensations, and she was almost frantic in undoing his coat as one of his arms held her possessively against him, his lips surely leaving marks on her skin as they claimed her.
She lost track of everything around them when necessity forced them to part. All she knew was that in less than a minute, their trademark attire had been flung haphazardly around the plane's cabin, and they shared a brief moment of shy eye contact before she buried the last of her inhibitions and threw herself into his arms. The shared heat between them only grew as skin touched skin from head to toe, her arms clinging to him as if her life depended on it while he took possession of her body with an almost methodical series of touches and kisses. She realized soon after that need-filled moans she heard were escaping her throat and joining the white noise of the plane flight that surrounded them. Drakken's lips left her shoulder and he glanced around briefly before using the toes of one foot to grab his lab coat and pull it near, opening it and awkwardly spreading it flat.
His tongue on her sensitive nipple sent a pleasurable pain racing through her and she whimpered in response, holding his head to her breast in hopes he would do it again. She gradually felt her limbs becoming limp, her legs starting shake as his mouth worshiped the soft, green flesh, his arms still around her and holding her flush to him. The feeling of his arousal hardening against her leg was only causing the pain of need she felt to grow, but she dared not suggest any alteration to his course of action. His touch was more intoxicating than any fantasy, and she knew it wouldn't be long before he had her writhing in the purest ecstasy.
She suddenly lost all feeling in her legs as a slight nip to her breast sent fire racing across her nerves. But Drakken caught her and lowered her slowly down onto the lab coat's soft lining as her shaking arms clung to his back. He met her eyes again, and while she knew hers were filled with lust, she hadn't expected the joy she saw in his. It sent a new sensation through her–a peace along with the need, and it suddenly heightened her senses and she felt a fierce desire to please him. As he almost reverently spread her hair out to the side, one of her hands moved to his face as her other slid down between them to find his arousal. He gasped as her hand encompassed the heated member, stroking it gently and firmly, her thumb rubbing across the tip occasionally as she smiled up into his eyes.
An awe overtook his features as he stared at her, and she felt a lump form in her throat as she was suddenly fighting tears. She realized too much in that moment that she hoped he was understanding as well–that their need for each other was far deeper than physical–and it was with a shaky exhale that she finally let tears slip from the corners of her eyes as she guided his face to hers where their lips met in a tender kiss.
Time passed without measure as they poured unspoken feelings into one another through the caresses of lips, through fingers attending sensitive flesh, and through the heated pressing of skin to skin as he lay over her and she clung to him, as if her very life depended on it. Finally he broke away in a moan as a particular stroke of her hand caused him to shudder. She watched the muscles of his bicep quiver as he fought to keep himself from collapsing on her, and then a moment later his hand had replaced hers. She looked down for the first time, and between green and blue she noted the deep blue of his swollen erection, seeming to throb with the need to be buried within her. She spread her legs further apart and lifted her hips toward his in encouragement. But he first guided the heavy tip to rub against her clitoris. The contact had her gasping and spasming beneath him as she saw stars and felt the muscles of her most intimate area contract as he moved his tip against her. A pleased low hum escaped his throat at seeing the great effect the simple contact had, which only further fueled her desire as she reached trembling hands to his face. He tilted his head slightly until his lips found her thumb, suckling it gently for a moment before he kissed it and her other fingers. She was still trembling with the ache of need as a sudden awareness of everything around them reached her, but it did nothing to sway her from their course.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed her heels gently against his buttocks to encourage him in the right direction, and he grinned evilly as he shifted to comply. Excitement raced through her, and she laughed a bubbly laugh as she bit her lip and watched him guide his erection down, the pressure from only his tip further igniting her need. He slid within her dripping folds with ease, pushing slowly into her warmth until she had fully encompassed him. Her hands clung tightly to him as he shuddered above her, his face having contorted for a moment in what she hoped was as great a pleasure as he was giving her. A sense of completion and wholeness overcame her then, such as she'd never felt before and didn't know she needed. She wove her fingers into his hair as she gasped his name in a sudden knowing that this…and they, belonged with each other forever. His eyes opened, shining with moisture as he understood the depth of her simple saying of his name. His lips found hers in the most passionate kiss she had ever experienced. And then his hips began to move.
The rhythm was slow, with him scarcely pulling back as he spent most of his time buried within her. She slowly gyrated her hips beneath him to heighten their pleasure as they spent the passing minutes lost in emotion more than in physical sensation. Their lips worshiped each other and they stared into each other's eyes between kisses as they breathed, both not sure if they should believe what they had found. This continued as Drakken finally began to move more, pulling slowly out of her and then plunging back in with heavy thrusts, the measured action just as slow as before. He paused between each, and Shego continued the slow roll and press of her hips, thrilling in his quiet grunts of pleasure as he alternated kissing her lips, neck, and shoulders, and finally her breasts as he braced himself on his elbows.
When it became clear his arms were tired from holding him up, she carefully pressed on his shoulder and guided them to turn. When she was atop him her method was the same as his, simply keeping him buried within her as she rocked her hips slowly back and forth. One of his hands alternated in massaging her breasts while the thumb of his other turned over her clitoris, the pressure increasing and decreasing with her rolling motion atop him. And still they stared at one another, breathing but not speaking as communication was silently shared, any questions being fielded through their eyes and the physical sensations they were becoming lost in. Shego didn't know how much time had passed in any position; only that she never wanted their love-making to end and that she craved being close to him like nothing else in life.
It was after some time in another position, face to face and clinging to each other with faces pressed together, that something in her slow gyrations finally triggered his need for release. Shego had lost count of her climaxes by that time but knew she would have another was soon as Drakken leaned back on his hands and suddenly began thrusting at a quicker, measured pace. As his motions hit her just right, her new release lasted blissfully long and she rode wave after wave of pleasure for several seconds before he finally found his own release within her.
She braced herself on her own hands and knees and watched his face as the pleasure cascaded over him, riding him gently as she had the entire time as his reflexive thrusts continued to bring her that sense of completion she hadn't known she lacked. When he opened his eyes and blinked at her deliriously, she couldn't help but smile at the obvious ecstasy he had experienced with her. And then tiredly, slowly, his expression matched hers.
They leaned forward in time, hugging each other tightly as still joined in intimacy they fell sideways to lean against the small bench. Shego still felt she could make love to him forever, but she felt the beginning of tiredness coming over her as well as his face nestled into her hair while he caught his breath. She mirrored his action, breathing in his scent as her hands stroked the sweat-dampened skin of his back.
Awareness of where they were started to return to her, and she peered out the windows of the plane at the passing clouds and wondered how much time before necessity to land the plane would demand they part. Her thoughts were arrested by Drakken whispering her name, a question in his voice.
She knew what he was asking, what he wanted to hear spoken. But the thought of saying those three most important words there somehow felt wrong, so instead she held his face in her hands, staring into his eyes until the look in his own calmed. Their lips met again in tenderness and passion, and he slowly laid her back down on the coat. Shego grinned as he kissed her shoulder and she turned to kiss along his jaw. There would be plenty of time for talking when the plane landed.