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Requested by Illogicat on Tumblr, from a prompt list: "If you can't sleep, why don't we have sex?" I couldn't make a decision between two ideas, so this is the second. The first is titled "Stress." Do go to Tumblr and check out Illogicat's fan art!
This one might be considered a little...fetish-y. But that is not the intent at all.
Relief
Drakken swallowed down the last hurried bite of his very late dinner as he left the kitchen and headed toward his bedroom. It was only after his grumbling stomach reminded him he'd forgotten to eat all that day and night that he realized he'd also isolated himself in the lab, and hadn't seen Shego since early that morning. His brisk return to the bedroom was out of an irrational fear that something was wrong. Maybe she was mad he had ignored her that day, and left... Or maybe she was sick. Or maybe she was plotting petty revenge for his forgetting her.
When he reached the bedroom and strode anxiously through the door, he was only mildly relieved to see Shego in bed. He started removing his own clothes, as it was well past a reasonable time for people to be asleep, and that was when he noticed Shego was contorting her body uncomfortably.
Her eyes were pinched tightly shut and her face was twisted into a scowl. Was it a nightmare? The sheets began to fall back as she rolled over, and he realized with a blush that she was topless if not completely nude under the sheets. His gaze drifted to her discarded pajamas near the dresser, and the light still on in the bathroom, indicating she'd recently taken a shower or bath. But her hair was dry, so she'd not washed it...
The way she twisted and turned beneath the sheets was enticing, her limbs splayed out and the thin red material left to fall over her form and accentuate every curve. The allure of her skin left him to forgo his pajamas as he knelt on the mattress and started crawling across the bed toward her. Her eyes snapped open and quickly found his, her scowl fixing in place.
"Oh...you're awake. Sorry," he said, having intended to simply cuddle close. Although now he knew she was awake, he did wonder...
"Mmh... Can't sleep," she muttered, rolling away from him. He saw the tiredness in her eyes just before she did.
He moved closer and set a hand on her arm. "What's wrong?"
She tensed slightly at his touch, which surprised him. He watched her blink away at nothing before suddenly rolling on her back and drawing her knees up to her chest and holding them tight. Her cheeks colored lightly and she didn't answer but to stare at the ceiling.
The sheets had fallen due to her posture, and Drakken tried to swallow down the lump in his throat as his heart raced. He couldn't help himself but to look at the swell of her breasts, rising and falling with her breaths, and the softness of her hair as it surrounded her like a silken curtain. He boldly moved closer and set his hand on her arm again.
"If you can't sleep...maybe we could—"
He cut himself off as she turned her face to look at him, her eyes flashing and hard all at once. He bit his lip and recoiled slightly. She looked perturbed, but her gaze was searching as she stared at him in the silence that had fallen. And then, her arms slid around his shoulders and she pulled him down into a soft kiss.
His heart raced in excitement as he carefully crawled over her, kissing her all the while. He deliberately rubbed their clothed nether regions together as he wove his fingers into her soft hair and lightly massaged her scalp.
Suddenly she flinched under his touch, and he drew back in surprise. What had he done? Had he pulled her hair? Looking at her face, he saw the color to her cheeks again before she briefly glanced away and then looked back uncertainly.
"Actually...you may not want to."
His brow rose.
"...It's cramps…"
Drakken's own cheeks colored slightly as everything fell into place. Her being absent the whole day, her uncomfortable writhing on the bed, her inability to sleep, a hot shower late at night...
"Did you take any—?"
"Yes. It never helps..." she admitted, looking to the side again.
Drakken couldn't pretend to understand the pain her female biology forced her to deal with every month, though it always worried him to see her suffer. But the more pressing thought was the guilt he felt over his selfishness, wanting to indulge himself when she was clearly having a terrible time. He really needed to pay more attention, like she was always telling him. He started to move away.
Shego's arms slid off his shoulders. "It's okay," she said.
He was startled to find her looking sad, not meeting his eyes as she set her feet back down on the mattress and sighed through her nose.
"What?" he said, confused.
"I understand. It's messy, and it certainly doesn't look pretty..."
Drakken was confused. Not by her explanation, but by her seeming disappointment.
"Shego... Did you want to...?"
She shook her head no. "It's okay. Really."
His brow furrowed. She was in pain, but she was in favor of his impulsive amorous suggestion?
In perplexity he leaned down and kissed her tenderly. He felt her initial resistance, which he understood to be her thinking he didn't want to get intimate when things would be messy. But he made it clear through the kiss, and covering her body with his, that such things couldn't matter in the slightest to him.
After a long moment her arms linked behind his neck again, but she pulled away slightly to speak.
"Are you sure?"
The answering press of his hips to hers elicited a gasp from her throat, and he smiled softly. A great relief filled her eyes when she saw his smile, and he shifted his focus onto pleasing her. He shifted down, bringing his lips to her breast to begin a gentle and deliberate teasing he knew she loved. The first nip of his teeth had her fingernails digging hard into his back.
"Oh! Drakken!" she cried desperately. He switched his attention to her other breast, not wanting her to miss out on a single sensation that might bring pleasure and distract from her pain. He gently kneaded the soft flesh as he went back and forth, drawing more cries from her lips and a familiar rising press of her hips. And he couldn't deny the happiness it always brought him to watch her body respond to his touch.
After several minutes of the deliberate kisses and touches that had her writhing beneath him, he kissed a slow trail down her flat stomach to her navel, and then began tugging the black panties from her hips.
"Oh..." she breathed, clarity returning to her eyes as she got an inkling of his intentions. "You probably...don't want to do that."
He was mindful of the lightly stained menstrual pad in her panties as he removed them and placed them on the floor, but then he pushed her legs apart widely and examined the differences in the field he knew so well. Her swollen, teal core was stained with a bright red blood that surprised him for how vivid it was. He peripherally saw the anxious look on Shego's face as she rose up on her elbows to watch him. She was right; he couldn't give her the attentions he usually did. But he could still tease her just a little...
He carefully brought his lips down to suckle that most sensitive spot, not touched by the blood, and she gasped in a mixture of shock and pleasure as he ran his tongue in circles over and around and in figure-eights, interrupting himself to give nibbling kisses with just his lips. He glanced up at her as she watched him uncertainly, her face battling between surrender to the sensations and worry over him going further.
Her concern didn't wane after a few minutes despite her hisses and contortions of pleasure, so he stopped. As he started to crawl back over her, her eyes widened.
"You have blood on your chin," she said.
He lifted a hand in instinct to wipe it off, and then stopped. After a second of shared uncertain eye-contact, Shego leaned back to grab a tissue from the box on the headboard and then cleaned his chin for him.
"Come here," she said, tossing the tissue to the floor. He rose up on his knees as her firm touch beneath his rear guided him, and she sat up in the bed, putting her a bit above eye-level with his crotch. He worried about her spending her focus on him while she was in pain, but he knew he couldn't argue with the determination in her eyes. So he didn't protest as his boxers were slid down and one of her hands gently held his arousal from below, as if presenting it on a platter.
She began with soft suckling kisses up and down one side which sent a shudder through his entire body. Her other arm wrapped around his legs for support as she began sliding her lips slowly back and forth, stopping occasionally to either kiss the tip, or the base where the soft, dark hairs provided the only hint of modesty. As fire began racing to his nerve endings he grabbed her hand on his leg and held it tight. She shifted her position, grabbing onto his other leg as she set her face right beneath his hard warmth. With his arousal resting on her cheek and lips, the tip brushing the side of her nose, she smiled up at him seductively and with the tip of her tongue gave him the smallest of licks. He felt electricity race over all of his nerve endings, but she suddenly recoiled and winced in pain. Drakken had a split second of confused fear before realizing she was having a spasm of pain due to her period.
"Shego...don't worry about this," he said softly.
Her eyes grew more determined, but as he sat back down next to her he saw her resolve begin to fade. He wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug.
"You're enough," he continued, rubbing her back and then her abdomen which he knew was the source of her pain.
"But..." she protested softly, but didn't fight him as he laid her down. She folded her legs and drew them up partway toward her chest. And Drakken, after kicking off his boxers, lay next to her and continued rubbing her abdomen and began placing gentle kisses over her shoulder. After a long moment Shego reached down, and he gasped as she began stroking him. He wanted to argue that she should just relax...but he didn't.
He let his lips roam, placing long, soft kisses over every part of her exposed skin and delighting in the hums and hisses that were his reward. He moaned as she changed her stroke and he felt another shudder run through him. He determined then to make her forget any pain she was feeling. He kissed in a pattern across her skin, starting at her collarbone and moving down her chest. He relished in her warmth and her taste, slightly salty from sweating and yet still fresh. He kissed over the swell of one breast and down to her nipple, lightly grazing his teeth over it.
"Oh... Dr. D.," she moaned.
He looked up at her. "You haven't called me that in awhile."
She grabbed the back of his neck and surprised him by pushing his face back down to her breast. The pressure of her hand released almost immediately, and he grinned and obliged her with the slow and deliberate kisses again.
"Dr. D..." she moaned again, louder, having caught that he liked the nickname. Hearing it sent a fresh rush of blood down to the heat where her hand was still occupied. The name was a reminder of the affection she had showed him long before they had admitted feelings for each other.
He moved the hand he'd been using to massage her abdomen down, and gently began a very different massage. Shego tried to pull her legs higher toward her chest, but Drakken was kissing her other breast. He shuddered again as she applied more pressure with the hand stroking him, starting lighter at the base and increasing at the tip. He nipped at her skin as she teased exactly the right spots, and when a particularly attentive touch froze his teeth on her nipple they gasped in unison. Their eyes met with urgent desire, and Shego let go of him. He quickly crawled over her, but then her hands on his shoulders stopped him.
"Wait! Get a towel."
"Oh... Right."
Drakken wondered why he hadn't thought of that as he slid off the bed and dashed for the bathroom, not wanting to take the extra steps to the linen closet. When he returned, Shego still had her legs pulled up, and she rolled to the side for him to lay the towel beneath her. He did so, placing it lengthwise and noting again as she rolled back, the bright red blood staining her swollen teal center where they would find shared pleasure.
He crawled over her again and she spread her legs for him, lifting her calves to rest against his hips in anticipation. He noticed the furrow to her brow and concern in her eyes, and his smile faltered.
"What's wrong?" he asked softly as he settled atop her, propping himself up on his elbows and enjoying the simple warmth of her skin against his.
Shego considered. "Just different. You...really want to do this?"
Drakken smirked. He considered telling her that some days it was all he could do to keep his hands off her... But he knew it likely wouldn't be encouraging in that moment.
He leaned down and kissed her long and soft as an answer. She returned the kiss warmly with a sigh and a hum of longing. Her arms linked around his neck and he slowly slid inside. It was in fact a different sensation. Warmer, wetter, and tighter...and Shego moaned into his mouth at the very first stroke. He began a slow rhythm, cautious for both of their sakes, and Shego moaned loudly again.
"Onh... This is what I needed..." she breathed through a gasp, and then kissed him hungrily.
A warmth spread through Drakken's chest, knowing he was bringing her either pleasure or relief from her pain, or hopefully both; he would ask later. But for the moment he delighted in kissing her, returning the demanding pull of her lips in kind.
"Mmmh, oh, yes!" she cried as she tore her lips from his. She set both hands on his face and looked up into his eyes, her own bright with exhaustion but alight with lust. "You're amazing."
Drakken felt another swell of warmth in his chest, along with an increased arousal. He changed his stroke from the gentle steady rhythm to hard, quick thrusts, pulling out slowly in between. Shego choked on a gasp at the change, letting her hands fall back above her head as her eyes closed tightly.
"Yes! Yes!" she cried loudly between moans as he gradually increased his speed. He leaned on his elbow to let his other hand grab her breast. He was sure he would never get over how amazing the soft flesh felt in his hand, molding to his touch, and the sensitive green peak of her nipple responding to the slightest pressure.
"Ohhh...Drew..."
He looked at her face, eyes still closed, head lain sideways on the pillow, and her hair seeming to float over and under one of her arms that she'd dropped back over her head. Her plump lips gasped or moaned his name every second, and he was driven to move faster.
Suddenly her eyes snapped to his and her hands were on his shoulders.
"Turn over," she said. He gathered her up to his chest and she held tight to him with her arms and legs. "Careful!" she reiterated, and he slowly shifted them until it was his back on the towel and she on top, her folded legs on either side of his hips and the tops of her feet resting atop his thighs.
At the last second, as she let go of him to brace herself with her hands on either side of his chest, he slipped out of her. She hummed her annoyance, but Drakken's eyes were wide and staring at where his erection had flopped heavily onto his abdomen, the dark blue stained bright red. A few drops of blood had flicked higher onto his stomach.
Shego followed his gaze and the determined look in her eyes faltered. He knew she was worried he would be put off... And he was. But it was more of the unknown, than the sight of blood. He trusted that it was safe, since she had allowed it...
"Go on," he assured her with a smile.
Shego pursed her lips into a thoughtful smile. She pulled her hair over to one side and then reached down. Drakken suddenly saw a problem.
He usually loved the curtain of Shego's hair falling around them when they made love, but he didn't want her to get any blood in it. He pulled the elastic band out of his own hair, and then started gathering hers into a ponytail just as she reached down to guide his erection back inside.
"Wait..." he said, glancing down at her hand which became bloodied as she gently grabbed hold of him. She met his eyes in confusion for a moment before realizing what he was doing.
The best he could manage with the too-small elastic was a very messy bun that left the ends of her hair falling over her shoulders. But it was still safer than having it draped around them.
Shego grinned at him adoringly, and he wasn't sure if the brightness to her eyes was due to tiredness or a hint of tears forming. He watched her carefully guide him back into position, the slick red evidence coating her hand and his abdomen, and then she reached back to wipe her hand on the towel. As she did so, meticulously removing all traces, he thrust upward once. She gasped, sinking down in return until blue and green met with a stain of red between them.
She rocked her hips back and forth slowly, swiveling them around as she did so, never lifting off. Drakken was fascinated by the red mingling in his dark hairs where their bodies met, but the friction of her movements overwhelmed him and he let his head fall back onto the pillow as his breaths came heavier and heavier.
"Hmmm..." Shego hummed in satisfaction.
He blinked at her, wondering at the smirk on her face.
"What?" he asked in a gasp as she leaned forward, setting her palms on either side of his shoulders.
"I know what we're doing this time next month," she grinned at him, some of her tied hair falling messily over her shoulders.
Drakken was tempted to laugh, but the idea died and his breath caught as Shego began rapidly bouncing her hips up and down, barely lifting off at all to keep the urgent pace. As he regained his breath he stared in fascination at her breasts bouncing and shaking inches from his face. He cupped his hands beneath them and lifted his thumbs to graze her nipples with each bounce.
A delighted laugh escaped Shego's lips, and she smiled brightly at him before biting her lip and closing her eyes, never slowing the fevered pace. Moans left Drakken's lips as she suddenly changed her angle, startling him with the new pleasurable sensations. Her breasts left his hands as she leaned back and began rocking her hips violently, but almost as quickly as the first change had come, she was suddenly bouncing up and down hard, slamming her pelvis against his. And then she was leaning forward again with rapid feverish thrusts.
He watched in near delirium as she cycled through the different angles of attack, too quickly for him to get used to any one, but intensifying his arousal as her muscles gripped him differently each time. He couldn't touch her for the rapid changes and he found it frustrating, wanting his hands on the woman he loved as she brought him to such soaring heights. And then she suddenly leaned back and another loud moan escaped his lips at yet another new angle.
She had widened the spread of her legs astride him and was leaning back on her hands, her back arched away from him as she maintained her desperate pace. In this position her naked body was on full display, and his eyes traveled from her heaving and quivering breasts down to her slim waist, and the enticing way deep blue disappeared within green, reappearing a split second later, the vanishing act repeating endlessly. The familiar ballet was still marred by the red of the blood, and Drakken forced himself to stop thinking of the way her rear hit his legs as he tore his eyes from the strength of her thighs and looked up at her face.
She was clearly enjoying herself, seeming on the edge of release from the way her face contorted, and yet unable to get there. But the way her brow furrowed made him wonder...
"Are you still in pain?" he asked breathlessly, leaning forward so his fingertips grazed her abdomen.
Her eyes fluttered open in seeming surprise. "It's getting better," she said, smiling at him.
He looked down again to the slight mess of blood between them. He pushed himself to sit up, and Shego only hesitated a moment before crossing her legs behind his back, looping her arms around his neck, and continuing her powerful thrusts. The electricity raced through Drakken's nerves again, and he fought the urge to throw her down and reach a quick finish. Instead he massaged her breasts, earning a long moan and a kiss to his cheek that ended with a slight nip of her teeth at the skin of his jaw. He kissed her neck soft and slow as a new thought suddenly occurred to him, the blood a constant variable his mind wouldn't let him forget.
"Drakken..." she growled lustily as she nipped his cheek. He almost forgot what he was going to say, but he set his arms around her and pulled back slightly.
"Can we...take this to the shower?" he gasped out, his breaths heavy and speaking suddenly a struggle.
She looked upset for a moment, but then her expression cleared. She carefully climbed off of him and then waited for him to get up. He moved uncertainly, staring down at the blood dripping on the towel as they were parted.
"You can...wipe it off, if you want to," Shego said, a hint of the earlier worry returning to her eyes.
Drakken considered, and then pursed his lips and shook his head. He did watch out for any stray red droplets as he walked briskly out of the room, so focused that he almost missed Shego holding the towel between her legs as she walked.
When they reached the shower, he pushed the head of it down after turning it on, keeping the cold stream of water away from them.
"I don't want to get my hair wet," were Shego's only words before her lips attacked his and her body pressed warmly against him, leaning him back against the shower wall. He couldn't help himself but to knead her breasts again, and before long pulled his lips from hers to bring his mouth to the soft green flesh that so enticed him. He closed his lips over as much as he could, sliding his teeth against her flesh as he brought his lips together in a kiss over her nipple, where he swirled his tongue around.
Shego moaned, and then he gasped as he felt her hand stroking his length again. He sent his free hand down to dig his fingers into the muscled flesh of her rear, and then he realized there was a different heat growing around them. He lifted his eyes to see steam rising from the water, and he reached over to adjust the temperature. As he did Shego lifted a leg and hooked it over his arm. His eyes fell to her hand stained red as she reached down to guide him back in again.
"Hold me..." she said huskily into his ear, just above the sound of the running water. "I need you deep."
Drakken felt his heart thud in his chest as Shego hopped up and he caught her under her other leg. She set her arms around him and held on tight as he began rapidly driving all the way in, her resulting satisfied moans only making him go harder. He stepped carefully to where he had angled the shower stream so that the warm water hit them where their chests met. He paused for a moment to look down to where the water had created pinkish streaks flowing down his legs from where their dark hairs had been stained. She held tighter with one arm as she brought her hand up between them, letting the water wash the blood away.
"Drakken...?" she said softly, and he looked up at her in surprise at the change from her aggressive demeanor. Her eyes were still tired and desperate, but had softened into something almost shy and needy. Her face had flushed too. He halted his thrusting, burying himself deep within her as she'd requested. She winced and bit her lip at the sensation, but held his eye contact as she set her arm around him again. "Thank you."
His face fell. She still thought it was an imposition, to have sex on her period? He couldn't help but glance down briefly at the thin trails still running down his legs and swirling into the shower drain. But then he moved them out from beneath the water and pressed her back against the shower wall, a whimper leaving her throat as his hips pushed against hers. He considered his words carefully.
"Shego... Loving you is all I ever want to do."
He sealed the promise with a kiss that she met with equal passion. He abandoned the frantic thrusting for a slow roll of his hips, all the way out and pressing deeply back in each time. The feel of her soft breasts against his chest only added to the heat he'd felt building since they first began, but now it threatened to consume him without immediate release. But he forced himself to wait for her, which he didn't think would be long for the way she moaned his name into his mouth as they kissed, and the way her fingernails dug into his shoulders.
When he felt her familiar shaking begin he picked up the pace, and her screams of his name echoed above the shower as her legs trembled atop his arms. He pressed her harder against the wall as he didn't relent, thrusting deeply through her convulsions of ecstasy until he reached his own. He moaned her name in desperate adoration as the blinding euphoria raced across his nerves and centered at their point of union, letting instinct take over the wild action of his hips as he focused on holding her up.
If they could make love forever, he thought it would be a good life to live. But suddenly his bliss was interrupted. Shego's forehead fell against his shoulder, and she went limp in his arms.
His chest constricted in fright as he twisted his neck to look at her, her eyes closed and her arms slipping from where they had so tightly held him.
"Shego!?" he cried fearfully, shaking her gently. She didn't respond, and he carefully let go of one of her legs, which slid down with gravity, and then he cupped his hand under the stream of water. He splashed it onto her face and her eyes fluttered open. She blinked in confusion as her arms lifted to encircle him again. "Shego are you all right?" he asked frantically.
"What...?"
His breathing started to calm as she lifted her head and met his eyes in confusion, her arms tightening around him.
"You...you fainted," he said, his heart still pounding and eyes wide with fright.
Shego's brow furrowed. "Oh... How long?"
She pressed her hips to his in seeming instinct, as he was still buried within her. But the scare had made him start to lose any remaining arousal.
"J-Just a few seconds... I splashed water on your face, and you woke up." He wondered if his voice was shaking as much as it felt.
The furrow in Shego's brow deepened, but then she gave him a small smirk. "Guess you're just that good."
Drakken felt blood rush to color his cheeks, despite the circumstance. But Shego spoke again before he could, her eyes suddenly lighting with concern.
"Did you...did you get to finish?" she asked with a slight blush.
He swallowed and nodded. Like always, it was more amazing than the time before... Until of course, it hadn't been with her passing out.
"Are you okay?" he asked anxiously.
Her brow furrowed again and she grimaced. "I'm...a little dizzy."
"You should lay down," he said, reaching for the knobs to turn off the shower.
"We still have to clean up," she said with an affectionate smirk.
He grimaced as he slowly let her down, bothered by the way her legs still shook a bit as she found her feet. She kept her arms around him as they stepped back under the stream, the water hitting their chests as it had before. They reached for the soap at the same time, and Shego picked up the white bar before he could.
"Let me," she said, taking a step away from him and lathering up her hands. Then he watched as she ran her hands over his stomach and downward, his breath hitching as she carefully but meticulously cleaned every last trace of blood, the warm waters from the shower running down to join the soap suds which turned almost pink from the blood as they ran down his legs. She smiled up at him adoringly as she worked, and he felt himself surrendering to her innocent and tender touch.
"You're going to make me hard again," he said with a tremor to his voice. She blushed lightly and a moment later stopped, letting him finish as she began on herself. Drakken noted the way she leaned against the wall with a frown. "Are you still dizzy?" he asked.
She looked up at him from where she was soaping herself. "A little..."
"Why did you pass out?" he asked worriedly as he rinsed off.
"I don't know..." she said with a grimace, looking thoughtful. "Maybe the blood loss..."
Drakken didn't want to show his ignorance and ask if she was losing more than a normal amount of blood. He bit his cheek as he debated, but then Shego's brow rose.
"I didn't eat anything today."
"...Why not?" he asked with a bit of frustration as he passed her the shower head on its tube. Low blood sugar would definitely be a reason to pass out... It was probably a combination of things.
She gave him a look, and he gave her an apologetic glance as he watched her clean herself off. If she was in too much pain to even get up to eat...
"How do you feel? Other than being dizzy..."
"Hungry... Oh." She looked at him and smiled. "Much better. We should..." her words were cut off by a yawn, "do that again."
"After you eat and get some sleep," Drakken said insistently.
Finished washing herself, Shego set the shower head back in its cradle and Drakken turned the water off.
"Sure you want to wait that long?" Shego asked with a sultry smirk, setting a hand on his chest.
"You fainted, Shego," he said with concerned annoyance as they stepped out of the shower.
There was only one towel, Drakken realized, since his was already soiled from being used on the bed. He wanted to defer it to Shego, but wondered if she would get blood on it and then he would need another.
"Like I said," she began, tossing the towel at him and solving the problem. Her smirk broadened. "...You're just that good."
Drakken's cheeks colored as he frowned and quickly dried himself off, trying not to look at the perfect curves of the woman he loved as she stood before him, her green body wet and almost glowing as she smirked at him knowingly, her hands on her hips.
He turned away slightly to hide his revived arousal as he passed her the towel, blushing furiously. Against his better judgment, he watched her dry off and was impressed with how she managed to get no blood on the towel.
"What do you want to eat?" he asked as she tossed the towel carelessly over the rack and then slid an arm around his waist.
"Hmm...do we still have macaroni salad?" she asked, leaning against him as the left the bathroom.
"Yes... I'll bring some back. You lay down," he said in what he hoped wasn't too stern a voice as he kissed her temple.
She released her tangled hair from his earlier attempt at a bun and shook it out. He felt blood race down to his crotch again. She was so beautiful...
"Okay," she said, reaching down to the floor for her panties.
Drakken donned his boxers and then a robe and slippers before leaving the bedroom. He took some long, slow breaths and thought of the shock of Shego fainting instead of her beauty, needing to calm the excitement in his shorts. He shook his head in annoyance with himself.
When he reached the kitchen and opened the fridge, he hesitated. He wanted Shego to eat, but he also wanted her to sleep... Instead of getting out the salad, he poured a glass of apple juice. It was past eleven o'clock...
He decided that if she still wasn't falling asleep after a while of trying, then she could eat. But the food would only give her more energy, and if she was as tired as she looked...he wanted her asleep.
He returned to the bedroom, and as the door opened his lips parted to speak...and then he stopped. Shego was sound asleep. She lay in the center of the bed, the sheet pulled up to her chest, and he could tell she was only wearing panties again. He softly stepped forward and after setting the juice down, removed his robe and slippers.
As he tried to quietly crawl across the mattress, Shego's eyes opened halfway. He flinched, but she smiled and lifted a hand slightly, beckoning him closer.
"Where's the salad?" she asked tiredly, not making any move to sit up.
"I brought juice instead," he said, reaching back for it.
She leaned up and took the juice, drinking all of it in one go. Drakken was again worried and began second-guessing his decision not to bring back food. But when Shego set the glass down and moved to cuddle into him, he knew he'd made the right choice.
He slipped his legs beneath the sheet as her arms went around his neck, and then she tugged him towards her.
"Round two?" she said hopefully, a teasing grin on her face as she bit her lower lip.
"Sleep," he responded, though he descended over her to kiss her.
He held her close, the warmth of their bare chests together an aid in calming his concerns as she wrapped one leg around him and kissed him deeply. He let himself melt into her touch as she hummed in delight, and in seconds they were as close as could be, lying on their sides and Drakken guiding the passionate kisses to slow.
Her soft, whimpering hum led him to pull away as her fingers wove into his hair. He returned the gesture, sliding his fingers against her scalp as she smiled at him sleepily. They spoke at the same time.
"I love you—"
"Are you okay—?"
Drakken blushed faintly at her declaration, the color in his cheeks made deeper as her lips captured his. She nibbled his lower lip as she pulled away again.
"Mmh...what do you think?"
Her delighted smirk was his final reassurance, and he closed his eyes and kissed her, and kissed her... Until sleep stilled her response. Drakken listened to her soft breathing and stroked her hair, until he too sank into sleep.