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A birthday gift for MyArtsByMe on Tumblr! She likes a dominant Drakken… Hope he's dominant enough; it's not entirely my flavor.
This is a deleted scene from "The Mentor of Our Discontent," partially inspired by conversation with Split-N-Splice.
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Shego shifted on the sun-lounger she'd set up in the lab, trying to get comfortable under the warmth of her heat lamp. Usually it took no effort at all, but the sound of the unfamiliar voice–which was beginning to annoy–distracted her from the more comfortable sounds of the lab machinery humming, the mad scientist's tinkering, and of course, his never-ending mumbling.
Now, Drakken was full of glee as he and Frugal Lucre bonded over the plan the novice villain had created. It made Shego's stomach turn. Perhaps because she had helped Drakken find the URC to begin with. Or perhaps because Drakken had been ignoring her more and more since they reconnected after the alien incident, and she was missing their banter and simple evil-doing. She was also slightly jealous that it had been Drakken's former cell-mate to bring him out of his slump and back into scheming world domination, even if it was just another robot plan.
Drakken and Lucre approached her then, and she shifted on the sun-lounger in a way that she hoped made her look most attractive. But as she watched them from behind her sunglasses, Drakken's arm around the dweeby villain, the blue man didn't even give her a glance.
But...Lucre did. She caught his surreptitious side-eye, and the way his eyes traveled up her form before darting back forward again. A smirk came over her face as an idea struck.
Shego's heart pounded as she stepped back into the lab, barefoot and with nothing in her hands. She wanted to be fidgeting with her hair, but she also wanted to be noticed... So she left her hair draped down her back and her head held high as she padded silently over the stone floor and back to her sun-lounger, wearing a green and black string bikini.
It was something she only wore in the privacy of her own room, but the look Lucre had given her made her wonder... Perhaps, if she could get that man interested, Drakken would finally take note...and possibly even be jealous. Jealous enough to make the dweeb leave, and then they could get back to their lives.
She made a show of sitting down under her heat lamp as the two men were babbling back and forth, somehow understanding one another even as they interrupted while they gestured between the computer and a set of papers on the desk. Shego had never felt more exposed, almost as if she was wearing nothing at all as she watched the pair. They never looked her way.
Her heart leapt to her throat, making clearing it difficult as she sought their attention.
"You two still trying to figure out how to steal that thing? That place has no security… You can just walk right in," she said loudly, drawing both of their attention. She stretched out provocatively as she lay down beneath the lamp, but she had to bite her cheeks to keep from grimacing when the only reaction she drew out of Drakken was an eye-roll. Lucre however, was staring with wide eyes and a bit of discomfort. It might not be a bad plan after all.
"As I was saying, Lucre..." Drakken said, setting his hand on the man's shoulder and turning him back to the table.
Shego let her scowl loose as soon as their backs were turned and flopped more comfortably onto the sun-lounger. What was the point?
Several minutes of listening to the same prattle and getting no attention no matter how often she interrupted began to irritate, even when Drakken walked past her to grab something he'd forgotten back in the other room. Her initial fears of exposure had faded to anger, and wondering if either man would take note if she was even less decent than the barely-there bikini made her look.
It was that thought of frustration that caused her to roll over onto her stomach, and reach behind her with a shaking hand to untie the strings that held the garment up at her back. She felt them fall a second later, the thin fabric of the cups also falling away at the sides of her chest. Shego felt a race of nerves and the hard beating of her heart resumed, but she held still on the sun-lounger and kept her eyes closed. The men wouldn't notice anyway.
"Lucre!" Drakken's call from elsewhere in the lair had the man jumping from where he was perched in front of the desk, and Shego listened to his rapid footfalls as he moved to answer. Her heart beat harder when the man's steps stopped abruptly and she heard his breath catch, seemingly against his will. Her instinct was to throw her hair over her back to cover up, but instead she smirked as the nerves continued coursing through her.
"See anything you like?" she said from behind closed eyes. She finally opened them and lowered her sunglasses, smirking confidently at the very flustered-looking man.
"I, ah...I can see you and Dr. Drakken have...ahhh...other plans today."
Shego's heart raced and she felt a flush run through her. She hadn't been thinking along those lines at all... But suddenly, whether from the other man's barely concealed ogling or from her present state of undress, the idea he posed suddenly felt very appealing. She lifted her head to look at him pointedly.
"We do," she said, her nerves tingling evermore at her own bold declaration.
"Aohhhhh, well then, I'll...ah... I'll go steal the URC for Dr. Drakken," Lucre said in a rush, his face flushing almost purple as he gave another poorly-concealed look at what Shego was revealing before fleeing the room.
Shego sighed and let her weight collapse on the sun-lounger, trying to calm down from the nerves that were still coursing through her. She didn't get the chance however, as familiar footfalls signaled Drakken's re-entering of the lab. Panic hit her and she was again struck by the desire to throw her hair over her to cover herself. But the thought that had been put in her head was causing an entirely different tingle of nerves as she heard Drakken approach. She bit the inside of her cheek and held stock-still on the sun-lounger. Drakken probably wouldn't notice her anyway… To her renewed annoyance, he passed her by calling the other man's name.
"Lucre? Didn't you hear me calling? Lucre? Lucre!"
Shego listened to his brief search for the man before his steps finally approached her position.
"Shego, do you know where Lucre–"
His words ended in a choked gasp, and Shego smirked.
Drakken was certain that the various thoughts he was having hadn't left his lips in any sort of coherent manner, with the way Shego was smirking at him from behind her lowered sunglasses. He was immeasurably grateful she hadn't moved, and kept his eyes fixed on her face.
"Sh-Shego, what...what are you...?" was what he finally managed through his shallow breaths. Heat had risen beneath his collar to an unbearable degree, but confusion was winning out over every possible action he might take. That, and the image that was burned into his mind…
Shego's always-lovely form that he purposely ignored every time she decided to annoy him by sunbathing in the lab was on more display than he had ever seen, and he had made the mistake of allowing himself to look. Instead of her typical modest bathing suits she was wearing a string bikini. Well, half-wearing. The top was barely on with the string still tied behind her neck, but she'd undone the one at her back and the fabric had fallen away entirely at her sides, revealing soft green flesh that he'd only before seen in wild dreams that he crushed every time they plagued him. He had also taken in the perfect arc of her bare back, and the appealing curves of her rear, also more visible beneath the two-toned green and black bikini bottoms.
He swallowed nervously as he couldn't help but glance down again, this time catching Shego's devious smirk before he whirled away and stalked toward the computer.
"Like what you see there, Doc?"
"Shego, this...this is entirely inappropriate attire for the lab!" he stammered. "What if Kim Possible were to make one of her sudden entrances? How could you fight her in that?"
His heart was racing and the heat in his body was only growing. The vision of voluptuous green flesh was hard to banish, and he set his eyes to darting over every object set on the desk to try to replace it. So focused was he on the task, that he jumped with a cry when green and black were suddenly physically filling his vision.
"Shego!" he cried, and was relieved to find that she'd re-tied the bikini top. Her sunglasses had been removed, and his eyes seemed determined to betray him as he glanced down her body, the tiny pieces of fabric doing almost nothing to conceal the hidden treasures beneath. He felt a very unwelcome rush of blood southward as he noticed that the chill of the lair was affecting her skin in two very pointed ways. He swallowed nervously as he brought his eyes back up to her face, and at her knowing smirk he looked away to the ceiling. "Sh-Shego," he repeated anxiously, "I allowed for the tanning in your contract, but this is entirely unacceptable!"
"You obviously don't need me today," she answered casually, taking a step back to sit on the desk. "So what's it matter if I'm wearing something more comfortable?"
"What? I always need you," Drakken said, still looking upward and only letting himself occasionally drop his gaze to meet her eyes. "But if something happens you need to be...ready for action!"
"Oh...I'm ready for action," she said. He let his gaze fall to her smirk, and then he gasped suddenly as he felt something touch his knee.
He looked down to where her bare foot was placed against his coat over his leg and slowly running up his thigh. His heart pounded in his throat and blood hammered in his ears, among other places, as he let his gaze travel along her shapely leg and up to her hips.
"Is that the URC in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?" she said with a smirk as her foot paused very deliberately.
Drakken was frozen, the emotions coursing through him too much to process. Humiliation at his reaction to her, and anger at his lack of self-control; desire for her that was only growing, mixed with irritation that she would do this to him, apparently knowingly.
Anger was about to win out, when her toes gave a gentle rub over a place he wished she would not touch, and then she retracted her foot. She scooted back on the table and spread her knees wide, and his eyes fell to the glistening of the black fabric that covered her most intimate area. His anger dropped in an instant as a rarely dreamed-of thought occurred to him.
Did Shego, in fact, want him...?
He cleared his throat and brought his gaze back to her face.
"You know full well we haven't had the chance to steal the URC. That's what Lucre and I were going to do now, except–"
"He already left. Let him handle it. I think you need a break, Dr. D.," she said, sliding down off the table.
"A...break?" he asked nervously.
Her arms snaked around his neck and he wished suddenly for less layers between them as she pressed against him, standing on her toes as she brought her lips to his. All of his other thoughts melted away at the intoxication of her touch, and he found his hands on her waist, kneading her flesh as his lips attacked hers hungrily. Reason left his mind as he let every fantasy he'd ever had about Shego returning his feelings spring to life, and it was all he could do to only kiss her, and not do everything else that suddenly arrested his mind.
When her lips suddenly left his and they both gasped for breath, one last rational thought gave him doubts. Was it just a joke? Was she going to laugh at him and then mock him endlessly for being unable to control himself around her?
The thought faded as her hand gently stroked his cheek, and then fell to hold his gloved one. She began pulling him away out of the lab, sweeping her hair over her shoulder as she glanced back at him.
"Come on, Dr. D." Was it his imagination, or was her voice shaking? "We need a breaky-poo."
"Breaky-poo...?" he asked.
She gave him a knowing smile, and he finally noticed the flush to her cheeks before she turned back ahead as she led them out of the lab. He watched her other hand play with the ends of her hair before he let his eyes fall to her rear, bouncing deliciously with each step. He was tempted to reach out and grab her, but questions began racing through his mind. How long had she felt the same as him? Why now all of a sudden had she decided to change everything?
He was going to give voice to the thoughts, but they left suddenly when the door to her bedroom slid closed behind them, and her hand left his as she reached behind her to undo the tie of her bikini again. He looked not at her chest, but at the flush of her face and the nervous excitement in her eyes. He yanked off his gloves in anticipation, returning her look and delighting in how her smile only grew. Her chest practically heaved for breath as she reached behind her neck and then suddenly the fabric fell away, revealing the fullness of her soft, green breasts with darker green, pert nipples.
Drakken let go of reason. His hands were on her breasts only seconds before he buried his face between them, pushing the flesh into his face as he ravished her with kisses and a firm, rhythmic kneading that he had imagined too many times. He felt her fingernails dig into his back through his coat and the moan that left her lips only encouraged him. He alternated sucking on the flesh, seeking to claim every part of her skin with his lips while still kneading her breasts with his hands and pushing his face into them. It was more glorious than he could have ever imagined.
Her hands suddenly and frantically working to remove his belt brought him out of his reverie, and he helped her to rapidly remove his coat before reaching down to yank his boots off while her fingers scrabbled for the hem of his shirt, tucked into his pants. He stumbled removing his second boot and caught himself on her bed, she stepping back out of the way as he fell. Her chuckling response caused him to flush in embarrassment, but then her hands were on his shirt again and pulling it up and over his head. He relaxed and helped her in removing the garment, and then she surprised him by flopping lazily on her side on the bed, her eyes never leaving his as she grinned.
So many questions burned in his mind. He wanted to ask why, and if it was real. He wanted to know if the moment they were committing to was the start of something greater, or if it was just a chance encounter... It might still just be a dream, for all he knew.
His musings must have gone on too long, because Shego's smile faltered slightly and she reached for his belt buckle. He was captivated for a moment by the way her breasts moved in this new position where she lay on her side, but then he quickly helped her, divesting himself of the last of his clothing eagerly.
"Whoa..." Shego said, pushing herself up to sit, her legs draped off the side of the bed. Drakken had risen up on his knees but froze as he saw Shego's wide-eyed gaze directed downward. He felt his face flush further as she blinked, and he wasn't sure how to respond. But then she continued. "My mistake... The URC is much smaller."
When her eyes met his with excitement, he growled and pounced on her, eliciting a surprised cry from her lips as he pinned her to the bed. He buried his face in her chest again, and as he worshiped her breasts he let one hand travel down her flat stomach until he found the string ties at the sides of her bikini bottoms. He untied them quickly and perhaps with too much force yanked the fabric away. She gave a gasp as his fingers inadvertently connected with sensitive flesh, but it only made him more determined. Dream or not, this was his present reality and he was going to make the most of it.
After one last, long kiss to each of her breasts, he sat back on his knees and then grabbed her hips, pulling her rear up onto his knees and eliciting another surprised cry from her lips. Her gaze showed nothing but excitement, and he grinned wickedly before staring down at the glistening green treasure. She spread her legs wider, and his grin broadened. He set his hands beneath her hips again and then lifted them upward, bringing her sensitive area to meet his lips.
"Onhhh... Oh, Drakken!" she moaned as his tongue went to work, and he relished in the way her eyes closed tightly at certain gestures and opened in blinding pleasure with others. What began as an exploration turned rapidly into deliberate purpose as she began not only to gasp and moan, but to writhe beneath his attentions. Her fingernails were like barbs in his knees where she held onto him, her own legs draped over his shoulders and pushing down to give him support. In fact, the pushing became more of a rocking as she sought to press herself further into his mouth, to his delight. It wasn't long before he felt the muscles of her legs and rear quaking and she was crying out incoherently in her pleasure. He was relentless with his tongue through her cries until he was sure he felt her fingernails pierce skin. And then he carefully but swiftly lowered her hips back to his knees.
He pulled her up to straddle his knees, but before he could take further action he was surprised by her lips meeting his in a warm kiss. There was passion in the touch, but also affection, and it pushed away every remaining doubt that may have threatened him in that moment as he kissed her back with all of the feelings he had kept hidden for so many years.
He could have remained lost in that moment, until he felt her trembling hand feel between them and guide his ignored arousal toward her slick entrance. He grinned deviously, and the moment her hand left his throbbing girth he pulled her hips forward hard until she fully encompassed him, making them one. The choked gasp that left her lips worried him for only a moment until he saw the soft look in her eyes in the second before she kissed him again. Her legs crossed behind his back and then her arms circled his neck, and her head rested against his as he began rocking his hips with purpose.
In contrast to her loud cries from before, soft whimpers were what left her lips between desperate murmurs of his name and kisses placed along his hairline and over his ear. He felt her pull the elastic out of his hair and the fingers of one hand began scraping gently across his scalp. The simple touch, along with her gentle kisses made his fire grow, and he shifted his knees apart for a better position and suddenly increased the speed of his rhythm.
Shego let herself float through the world of pleasure Drakken had brought her to. She had half-expected him to flee from her advances, but his shocking eagerness had melted the last of her hesitations as he showed that despite his apparent obliviousness and lack of interest, he was very much interested in her body if nothing else. But as he powerfully demonstrated that interest, she suddenly found herself desperate for more. Her mind was flashing ahead to when the moment they were sharing had to end, and what might happen then. She suddenly realized she craved his arms around her… Even if only for long enough to understand just what was happening. But his touch was a desperate need, and more than just his hands holding her hips as he thrust with skill and purpose.
She leaned back to kiss his lips again, and he met the touch eagerly, lingering there for a long moment before his face dipped to her breasts again. She shuddered at the electrifying sensations his tongue and teeth brought her, only making the pleasure below intensify. She wanted to offer a quip of some sort, to normalize the circumstance, but nothing felt right amid the waves of pleasure he was bringing her.
"Oh, Drakken!" she finally cried, loosing her tongue again when a very particular suckle of her green flesh sent a shooting pleasure through her like lightning. A deep, throaty groan mixed with a growl rose from his chest then, and it only made her heart beat harder. She was surprised then as his hands gripped her waist and she found herself being moved back to finally lay on her small mattress. A new rush of excitement coursed through her as he placed her down beneath him, not separating them below and the friction as he moved them only increasing her pleasure. Now she could look him in the eyes, and the happiness and excitement she saw there caused a smile to bloom on her face. She couldn't help but laugh at the eager way he licked his lips before diving down to her breasts again, kneading them as he kissed them, attending every part of the tender flesh. And all the while, his hips claimed her as his with heavy thrusts that pushed her into the mattress.
She gripped his shoulders and thrilled in the heat between them, biting her lip as he brought her closer and closer. And then suddenly he moved to grip her shoulders, placing his face beside hers as he nearly doubled the speed. She reeled from the sensations and wrapped her arms tightly around him, letting her legs fall where they would as weak as they already were from the white-hot pleasure being sent to her nerve endings.
"Onhhh..." Drakken groaned, and his movements stilled for a moment. Shego feared suddenly the moment would end, and she hooked her trembling legs over his and rocked her hips upward to encourage him. Her fingers gripped his back and his waist in attempt to bring him nearer to her, and his fevered thrusts resumed.
"Shego... Oh, Shego!" he moaned almost desperately, and it was the need in his voice that sent her over the edge with him following only moments later, shuddering, powerful thrusts again pushing her hard into the mattress. She closed her eyes and floated again in the blinding pleasure, aware only of the joy she felt and of trying to bring his body into hers with the weakening grip of her arms and legs.
"Drakken..." she managed weakly after the force of his hips had slowed to almost nothing but the occasional involuntary attempt to push deeper, although he was already as far as she felt he could possibly go.
She thrilled in the feel of his skin and set herself to peppering his face with kisses, the taste of salt, mint, and grease lingering on her lips. He was silent and un-moving save for his hips as he caught his breath, and she worried again with his face buried in the pillow that the lustful moment she had encouraged would end at any moment. But the tender kisses must have spurred Drakken from wherever he was lost, as suddenly his lips found hers and kissed her with need. Her heart raced for joy as she kissed him back, the hope renewed that they would share more than just that moment.
When their lips parted and he looked at her, the faint hint of uncertainty left his eyes as she grinned up at him happily. She lifted a hand to push his hair away where it tickled her face, and his smile grew. Seconds passed in silence before they both took sudden breaths and spoke at once.
"I think I need–"
"So I think we–"
They both stopped, and Drakken chuckled and kissed her cheek.
"You first."
Shego felt the wash of nerves again, and kissed his jaw long and soft.
"No... You."
Drakken took a deep breath and his face flushed. "I think I need a longer breaky-poo."
Shego couldn't restrain her grin as flutters of joy filled her chest. She kissed him deeply, and he sighed into her touch, his hips moving again while one hand moved down and found her breast and gripped it possessively.
"Okay," Shego said with breathless excitement when their lips finally parted. It hadn't escaped her notice that despite the ecstasy he had reached, he was still hard within her.
"What were you going to say?" Drakken asked as she pushed her hips gently upward.
Shego blushed despite herself. "That I think we need a longer break." She ran her fingers back through his hair and kissed his jaw before adding more softly, "Much longer."
"Oh yes," he agreed, shifting again to get his other hand on her breast and then kissed her long and soft. He surprised her with a sudden push against her hips that brought a small, pleasured gasp from her lips. She looked up to see him grinning deviously. "The world can wait."
