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those-other-ones · 2 years

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🍋 You Talk In Your Sleep

This might be the last one for awhile; we’ll see if I can smash out anymore in the next couple of days. The work week is exhausting, yo.

Choosing here and there from this list because I like this list.

Smutember Prompt 4: "You Talk In Your Sleep"

Everything under the cut is explicit, mature, NSFW, 18+, however you want to call it.

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Shego thought it was hilarious the first time she heard Drakken sleep-talking, his cheek pressed to the metal of the lab table late one night and a small line of saliva dripping down his chin. He wasn't merely an incoherent mumbler either, his voice rising and falling, the narration of whatever dream he was having traveled through the lair's ventilation until it woke her.

She hadn't had a camera ready that night, but this second time she was prepared. She tiptoed into the lab and took a few stills of the sleeping mad scientist as he mumbled, creeping closer all the while. But when she was near enough to get a close-up of his nose hairs as his jabber was broken by intermittent snores, his words suddenly halted her actions.

"I can touch?" he said, a small smile forming on his lips though his eyes remained closed. "Why thank you, Shego."

Shego's brow rose, a myriad of implications about his words entering her mind in a flurry. Her first reaction was to be offended as he licked his lips and his fingers twitched upon the lab table. But then she realized she could gain more material with which to mock him by waiting and listening in.

She carefully leaned against the table and pushed record on the camera, smirking as she knew this would be the ultimate blackmail.

"Better than I imagined... May I suck on them? Oh, you won't...be sorry," Drakken slurred a bit, but the words were still clear.

Shego felt a strange mix of emotions then, a dark wave of anger that he was thinking about her inappropriately as she'd supposed, but also a strange thrill at what he was potentially imagining. She wondered against her better judgment if he had the skill he seemed to think he did in his mind.

"You feel...so good..." he continued dreamily. "This is all I've ever wanted."

Shego watched for several minutes as he bit his lips, licked them, puckered them, and made a few gross slurping sounds. It wasn't hard to imagine what was going on in his mind as his fingers kneaded the air like a nursing cat, and she felt again that mix of disgust and curiosity.

"Oh, Shego... Shego my love..."

Her eyes shot open. His love? Did he have actual feelings for her, or was this just his lust-induced dream talking?

Her finger hovered over the button on the camera, suddenly unsure about making fun of him in this way. If he was genuinely in love with her...it would be crossing a line. She liked working with him and for him. It was hard to find a good villain partnership where you knew you didn't have to watch your back for betrayal all the time. And if those were in fact his feelings...

"Of course you can touch," Drakken was saying. Shego looked at the grin of pride now beaming on his face. "Well...I don't like to brag but...seven inches."

Shego nearly choked and she couldn't help herself but to look down at his lap, but the thing he was describing was well-hidden by his lab coat.

"Okay, okay...yes it's more than that," he said with a chuckle.

Shego felt her heartbeat increase rapidly as she stared at the blue leather of his coat. Was that just part of the dream, or was it real?

"No-no my dear, I have no expectations of... Oh well, if you insist then."

Drakken's fingers continued to knead the air, and a number of inappropriate images swam through her mind at what his words might mean. The tingling rush it brought to her nerves was unexpected, and she found herself zoning out on the fantasy he was having. When one of her own hands found her breast she snapped back to attention and realized she'd been imagining along with Drakken's continued words.

"Yes...yes, onh Shego..."

She swallowed nervously and then carefully stood up from her perch. She tiptoed out of the lab toward her bedroom, a new goal decided upon and the recording camera forgotten upon the lab table.

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"Dr. D.? Hey, Dr. D.?"

Drakken was confused as to why Shego suddenly stopped moaning his name to whisper to him furtively, when he realized in a rush that the voice he was hearing was no longer part of his wet dream. He startled to wakefulness, nearly hitting his head on the laser drill as he bolted upright and surveyed his surroundings. He had fallen asleep in the lab again, and Shego had caught him. No doubt the mocking was about to begin.

"Shego! I was just testing the uh...I was working on...uh..."

His feeble attempt at explanation died when he saw her standing before him.

She wasn't wearing her typical green and black battle-suit, but something much softer and...very decidedly designed for a different type of activity. It was a soft green dress that barely reached her hips, and he was certain if she moved a single step it would reveal far too much. Of course, it already was, as the thin straps at the top plunged down into a scalloped V, embroidered with white flowers, and right below her ample cleavage was a small bow that looked to barely be holding its knot.

The material of the gown below the bust might have been chiffon, but it was gathered in numerous pleats that left a hint of modesty as to what they concealed, and as it was split below the plunging V he wasn't sure if the skirt did in fact completely encircle her, or if the entire thing split in the front. That fact however, was of secondary concern as she approached him with a gentle smile on her glistening lips.

"Sh-Shego!?" he asked in a panic, scooting his chair back from the table in attempt to escape her advance. "What...what are you doing? Wh-Why?"

She wasn't deterred by his actions, swiftly closing the gap between them and straddling his legs.

"You talk in your sleep," was her only explanation before her lips covered his.

Her kiss was sweet and tasted of strawberries, but this realization only came after Drakken realized he'd forgotten to breathe. When he broke away, gasping for air, he processed this and the fact that Shego was coming on to him in an unmistakable way. And apparently, his not-so-secret dream had been the cause.

He wanted to ask what exactly he'd said, and if her feelings were the same, but all of this was forgotten as he realized she was undoing the fastenings of his lab coat.

"Shego..." he said breathlessly.

"I heard claims of more than seven inches," she said with a slight shake to her voice. Drakken wondered by that if she was as nervous and startled as he was, but he wasn't about to let the opportunity that had been given him go to waste.

"I..." He swallowed nervously and then met her eyes. "I hope that'll be enough for you."

Her eyes widened, and it was then that he noticed the flush to her face as it darkened.

"Then get on with it!" she said, seeming almost upset. But as he looked at the way her eyes darted away from his, he wondered if her ire was just a cover for shyness and perhaps embarrassment.

"You're off to a good start," he said, his voice thick as he helped her finish undoing his coat.

She had to step back so he could stand to remove it, and in doing so he got a full view of her shapely legs, leading up to the impossibly short hem of the lingerie. His nerves began to fade as the residual feelings from his fantasy began to take presence with the very real Shego standing in front of him and wanting him.

His arms were chilled from the lack of the coat as he only wore a sleeveless turtleneck beneath, but he knew there would soon be more than enough heat between them as he unbuckled his belt.

"Let me?" Shego said suddenly, closing the space between them. Drakken smiled, his heart pounding wildly as her shaky fingers found first his zipper to pull down and then fumbled with his pants button.

When it was finally unfastened, he hooked his thumbs under the elastic of both trousers and boxers and slid the garments down. He wasn't fully hard yet, but still Shego's catch of breath thrilled him just as her sparkling eyes did as she stared.

"I believe it's--"

Drakken had tried to take a step forward, but he tripped slightly on the gathering of pants around his ankles and fell backward, his bare rear thankfully impacting only the leather of his chair. He was glad not for the first time the chair didn't have arms as Shego straddled his thighs again.

The feel of her skin against his sent a wave of dizziness to his head as his blood departed and rushed south. He felt the twitching of his shaft even before Shego's fingers had wrapped around it, and a delirious moan left his lips as another wave of dizziness took him when she began to slowly and firmly run her hands up his length, one after the other.

"I think you wanted to suck on something?" Shego said with a grin.

Drakken blinked slowly back to awareness, still enraptured by the touch of her hands on his throbbing member. After seeing the assent and desire in her eyes, his gaze fell to where her breasts strained at the beautiful negligee she wore. One of the thin straps had fallen from her shoulder amid her actions, and he reached up to the tiny bow just below her cleavage that would surely reveal what he dreamed about far too often.

There was little resistance as he pulled the tie loose, but the fabric of the cups shifted aside only slightly. On the side with the fallen strap it moved enough to reveal a darker green nipple on the shapely globe of her breast. He felt the tension increase below as he pulled both cups aside to fully reveal her chest, mere inches from his and better than any fantasy.

"May I...?" he asked, glancing at her face. She looked eager and seemingly glad that her appearance pleased him, as if it could do anything but that, but still he waited.

"Go on," she encouraged. "I want to see what else those lips can do."

Drakken grinned as he looked back down at the sea of creamy green before him. It was his hands he indulged first, gently cupping her fawn-soft breasts in his hands before beginning to alternate between gentle kneading and firm grips, memorizing the curves before he let his fantasy fully become reality.

He twirled his thumbs over her nipples, giving occasional flicks that elicited hisses from her lips as he finally buried his face into the soft, hot flesh. She smelt of apples and something tropical, and he breathed her in for a long moment before he began dragging his tongue slowly over the swell of her right breast. Below, her grip tightened when his tongue finally reached the firm peak of her nipple, and he obediently began suckling and nibbling on the flesh as his hand attended the left breast with equal fervor.

"Oh Drakken!" she whimpered desperately, her grip becoming almost painful as it all but halted. His free hand roamed the rest of her body, skimming over every curve he could reach until he finally returned to her breast. He switched then, bringing his lips to the left and his hand to the right, while his other arm wrapped around her and held her close.

The lust hadn't subsided by any means, but the reality was sinking in that he was about to make love to Shego. Shego whom he had fought his feelings for for years. Shego who mocked him and derided him, and who now apparently wanted him too. He didn't want to hope it was more than lust, as his feelings ran far deeper. But still it was in his mind as they were moments away from that final step.

His thighs were slick with her arousal, and after another moment of indulgence that drew a lengthy moan from her lips, he reached down and removed her hands from his fully-lengthened shaft.

She looked about to protest until understanding filled her eyes. She scooted nearer until the soft fabric of her negligee brushed against his stiff, blue length, and then she lifted herself up on her toes to position herself.

"Onhh...oh...oh, Drakken!"

He barely heard her, his own moans loud and almost disbelieving as she sank down upon him. He felt when she'd reached her limit, and he still had a ways to go. But he was certain she had time yet for deeper arousal, and he leaned forward to nibble the swell of one breast as she braced her forearms on his shoulders. His hands cupped her rear and squeezed as she lifted herself up, and then carefully came back down, the motion creating a sticky, sliding sound. He nuzzled into her breasts each time they moved past his face as she slowly and cautiously controlled the action, and it wasn't long before Drakken noticed her legs trembling from the effort.

"Why don't you...take a seat, my dear?" he said with a devilish grin, brushing hair from her sweat-dampened temple.

A look of thrill and fear entered her eyes, and she tried to comply, but again he felt the limit reached and she was filled with some of his length still exposed. A moment of thought, and he decided a different tactic was needed.

"Hold on," he said.

She obediently wrapped her arms around him, and as he slowly stood and the pressure increased, her knees went to his sides and gripped him tightly above his hips. He took a firmer grip under her rear and took a careful stance, and then began thrusting upward into her at a measured, even pace.

"Ungh...Dra...Drakken..."

She was breathless as she clung to him, completely at his mercy as he drilled steadily into her. He was careful despite his speed, knowing that pushing her too far too fast would not lend to her pleasure. But then as he attempted to adjust his footing, the pants gathered at his ankles betrayed him and he caught sight of Shego's wide eyes a moment before they fell together back onto the chair.

Her sharp cry was followed instantly by the digging of her fingernails into the flesh of his back, and when he was able to turn his head to see her face he saw tears at the corners of her tightly closed eyes.

"Shego!?" he cried in worry. Being buried within her was more glorious than any fantasy, but it meant nothing if she wasn't experiencing equal pleasure. And buried he was, fully to the hilt, with Shego trembling from head to toe. Her chest heaved with pained breaths, and Drakken was afraid to move as he worried over the best next course of action. But then gradually her death grip around him started to release, and her feet lowered slowly toward the floor.

"Shego?" he repeated anxiously.

Her response was to swallow slowly and then...a slow swivel of her hips.

The pressure was like heaven, and Drakken moaned incoherently at the electric pleasure it sent from his every nerve ending down to center at where she expertly enhanced their mutual pleasure. And mutual it was, as he watched her toss her head back with a delirious smile, her eyes still closed as she seemed to transcend from the moment.

She rocked and rolled her hips, never lifting away, the squelching sounds of sex mixing with their gasps of pleasure as the hot dripping of her arousal left the dark hairs of his scrotum damp. Each move was like the most pleasurable fire being sent into his groin, and he buried his face in her breasts as he moaned her name repeatedly, both in praise and desire.

Soon her slow rolls became instinctive bucks forward and backward, her swollen nub of need rubbing hard against his pubic bone with each thrust. He took the initiative and stood again, and she held onto him as she had before as he resumed the powerful upward thrusts, rapid this time for his need and his desire to please her.

She screamed in her climax, and he held her tighter as her hips ground against his and she wriggled in his grasp in both efforts to escape and to get nearer all at once. He chuckled in delight, some of her hair getting in his mouth as she thrashed, until he finally stumbled toward the lab table and set her down on its cold surface.

He slowly lay her back as she writhed and panted for breath, whimpering her displeasure when their hot bodies lost contact and even more so when he pulled out of her with an audible pop. He couldn't help his grin of triumph as she looked at him in awe, and also in upset that he'd moved away from her. He watched her eyes slowly travel his naked body, resting finally where his erection still stood tall and glistening with the proof of her pleasure.

"I..." she gasped out almost desperately. "I want to taste."

Drakken's brow rose. He almost said no, wanting nothing more than to bury himself back within her as soon as he'd gotten his pants off for some balance--he began carefully pushing his boots off to accomplish just that--but then as he looked at the swollen and trembling green flesh that he had just ravaged, another idea struck him.

"Only...if I get to, too," he said.

Shego fixed her eyes on his for a moment before they dropped back to his length.

"All right."

Drakken finally pushed out of his pants and set his hands atop her thighs, sliding them slowly upward.

"Scoot up here."

"No...no, you lie down," Shego said, still catching her breath.

"All right," Drakken repeated, and he pushed his tools and blueprints aside to lie on the lab table lengthwise, the laser drill far too near above them but not even remotely a concern at the moment.

Trembling, Shego crawled over him, and before he could move aside the soft fabric of her negligee, her lips had encompassed his tip.

"Onhh...ungh. Sh-Shego..."

Her mouth had slid down only a short ways, but it was more than he had even dreamed of. The pressure of her lips and tongue, the slight grazing of her teeth, the cool of the surrounding air when she pulled away...

"I can't take that for long."

"Then you'd better take your turn," she said before resuming the gentle but deliberate task.

Drakken pushed the fabric of her garment up her back and then pushed aside the wet, dark curls that hid her core. She settled down on her knees and covered his face with her heat, and he began slowly licking lengthwise, his tongue dipping between the folds and then retreating with each pass.

"Ah!" Shego cried in pleasure when his tongue flicked against her sensitive bud. She moaned when he boldly pushed his tongue deeper into her heat, and he kneaded the flesh of her rear as he set himself to bringing her to her peak again.

It was difficult to focus, however, with her drawing her lips down the full length of the side of his shaft, suckling hard while the flat of her hand worked upward on the other side. That done, she would switch which side she kissed and which she caressed, while all the while her other hand fondled his balls so gently and yet with the perfect amount of pressure, he felt he couldn't last much longer. And he didn't want his release to end up all over her face.

"Shego..." he began carefully. "Do you want the next one with my tongue or with my...?"

"Tongue," she said excitedly.

"Then you have to stop."

She pushed herself up and looked down at him through her legs, a playful smirk on her face.

"But I don't want to stop."

Drakken scowled. "You've got me right at the edge, woman!"

"Don't call me 'woman'," Shego said with a frown.

"Shego," he corrected himself. "You're too good at that."

Her grin returned. "Thank you."

Silence fell between them, and he leaned his head up to give her another lick.

"Onh...so are you," she gasped through a moan.

Blessedly, she only gave him gentle steady pumps with one hand, having settled on watching him as he continued to bring her back to the edge.

"Onh...ohhh...I..." Her legs began to tremble again, and her hand left his thick arousal as her arms weakened, her breasts falling heavily to his middle as she began to lose control. "I changed my mind!"

"Hmmm?" Drakken barely acknowledged, enjoying every moment of eating her.

"Put it back in!" she insisted desperately, and Drakken didn't waste any time.

She had moved off of him in an instant and lain down, and he spun on the sturdy table and climbed over her, bracing himself up on his hands as he eagerly pushed back into her.

She accepted his full length with ease, and his thrusts were long and deliberate, pulling nearly all the way out each time and sinking in as deeply as possible. Her legs were drawn up and her heels hooked at the small of his back, while her arms lay uselessly at her sides. His eyes lifted from the intoxicating bounce of her breasts with each thrust to where her bright eyes were fixed on his.

"Yes!" she encouraged breathlessly, her voice almost soundless, "Yes, Drakken, yes!"

He pumped into her faster and heavier until a choked scream left her throat, her flesh becoming even tighter around him as he strove toward his own finish. When it came and he exploded within her, his moans of her name came out loud and guttural, barely human as he shoved himself deeper and buried his face back into her breasts for another moment, every part of him suddenly feeling one with her in every way that could be possible.

He gradually became aware of her fingers softly trailing against his shoulder as his body became a dead weight atop hers. But it was the only place he ever wanted to be, and he didn't care of he never moved again. Except perhaps to seek her lips with his own.

"I love you..." Her voice was so soft and desperate, he almost didn't hear it. He hadn't thought the moment could be perfected any further, but with her words sending fire to his heart he knew she had done just that.

He lifted his head tiredly in search of her lips, and as he blinked blearily a tiny, fuzzy red light suddenly caught his attention. He squinted to focus at the unfamiliar light's source and finally saw a camera sat at the far end of the lab table, the lens facing their direction and the red light blinking.

"Shego...is that on?"

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those-other-ones · 2 years

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🍋 Sex Fails

My original intent was to have three or four fics out each week. But then life hit me like a ton of bricks right at the beginning of the month, including illness, tragedy, and just stuff I don’t want to talk about. I do have a few stories to share, but nothing like what my original plan was. I hope you will enjoy my few very, very smutty Drakgo smuts throughout the next couple of weeks. This particular story I think is my favorite from the ones I’ve already written. Comments would be appreciated; smut writers like validation too.

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Choosing here and there from this list because I like this list.

Smutember Prompt 2: "Sex Fails"

Everything under the cut is explicit, mature, NSFW, 18+, however you want to call it.

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Shego took a long swallow from the bottle of champagne and set it on the coffee table of the penthouse suite. She briefly noted the two already empty bottles next to it before sinking back into the sofa with another laugh.

"That one was lame," she said, her head lolling as she squinted over at Drakken. The medal he refused to take off seemed to be shining more brightly under the hotel room lights. Or perhaps it was just the alcohol hitting her, if her eyes were as dilated as Drakken's appeared to be through her haze.

"Fine," Drakken said, a tiny bit of spittle flying from his mouth. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

Drakken frowned and reached for the champagne bottle.

"You always choose dare," he pouted before taking several gulps. Shego wiggled her fingers and reached for the bottle, which he offered with a scoff.

"Come up with better ones, then," Shego said.

Drakken's frown suddenly curled upwards into a devilish grin.

"I dare you...to finish taking that dress off."

Shego's brow rose, and she looked down to find that one strap of the green dress she'd worn to the ceremony at the UN that morning had fallen from her shoulder, revealing the lacy black of her bra beneath.

She opened her mouth to lay fury on him, but then found she had no words. It was Drakken. He wasn't trying to be lewd, it was simply part of the game. And she was determined that he would never get a truth out of her.

She took another drink and set the bottle down before standing and sliding the other strap off her shoulder and peeling the garment away to her hips. She smirked as Drakken gawped at her, and she shimmied slowly from side to side in attempt to work the tight garment the rest of the way off. She knew Drakken was staring at her chest, and she was proud of the way her breasts fit in the designer bra cups as she bent forward to slide the skimpy dress the rest of the way to the floor.

When she straightened up, hands on her hips and a broad, confident grin on her face, it was only a moment before a booze-motivated chuckle left her lips at the look on his face.

"What'sa matter, Doc? Never seen a woman in her skivvies before?"

Drakken shook himself of his bug-eyed stare to scowl. "I have so!"

"Betcha haven't."

"I have! T-Truth or dare!"

"It's my turn to ask."

"Then get on with it!" Drakken said, crossing his arms and legs and looking away, seeming to draw in on himself in whatever emotion her teasing had invoked. Shego let another laugh escape her before she took another swig of the champagne and sat back down on the couch, putting her high-heel clad feet up on the coffee table next to the empty bottles.

"All right. Truth or dare, Dr. D.?"

"Truth," he said as he had nearly every time. But Shego wasn't going to be goaded into revealing anything about herself. All the alcohol in the world couldn't make her say or do anything she didn't want to.

She turned to face him, drawing her knees up and leaning her cheek against the back of the sofa as the glint from his medal caused her to squint again. He lunged defiantly across the space between them, giving her another once-over, and grabbed the champagne bottle.

"Were your Bebe bots actually sex bots?"

Drakken choked on the champagne, and Shego crawled across the cushions on her knees to give his back a few slaps as he tried to recover himself.

"No! No they were--"

He stopped short when he whirled to face her and found her breasts right at his eye level. Shego was more concerned however with saving the remaining champagne as the bottle began slipping from his fingers.

"You've gotta tell the truth, Doc," she chided with a grin before taking another swallow.

"I am! They were never sex bots!"

Shego sat back on her heels and lifted her brow thoughtfully.

"Huh. Never would have thought that."

"Well they weren't! Truth or dare?"

Shego leaned nearer to him and grinned as he flushed with her proximity.

"Dare."

"Nnrgh!"

She knew he'd hoped to trip her up by asking so quickly, but she was determined never to find out what truth he was so keen on asking her.

His initial response was to pout again, but slowly, a wicked grin came over his face. Shego felt the slightest twinge of nerves, and she knew she should have seen it coming based on his last drunken request of her.

"Take the rest off."

Shego's eyes widened.

"Except the heels," he added quickly, and then stared her down.

She swallowed slowly. He was...really pushing his luck. Or at least, that was what the last hint of sobriety in her mind told her. But it was easily overshadowed by the part of her determined to win the game, no matter how he thought he could force her into asking for truth.

When she reached behind her to unhook the clasp of her bra, Drakken's breath caught. She smirked in triumph, knowing he'd thought he'd bested her. She deftly separated the tiny metal clips and in the next moment, her chest was bare.

"Shego..." Drakken said as she stood up, but he bit his lip as she hooked her thumbs beneath the elastic of her lacy black panties and slid them down to the floor, carefully stepping out of them and leaving her high-heels on as he'd requested.

As she sat back down on the sofa and curled up the way she had before, she vaguely wondered if he preferred women shaven or unshaven. But it was a fleeting thought as she finished off the champagne bottle and then reached down to the coffee table to uncork yet another one.

"Truth or dare?" she asked.

Drakken's chest was heaving. His eyes were still wide and fixed on her naked form. Shego felt a small wave of self-consciousness, having expected him to either leer or turn away, but not sit there slack-jawed and looking almost frightened. She sipped from the bottle, the fizzing bubbles of the beverage tickling her nose, and then she shoved it toward him.

"Truth or dare?" she repeated more harshly.

Drakken blinked himself out of his stupor and met her eyes. He swallowed slowly.

"Truth," he said almost in a whisper.

Shego realized then she didn't have another question for him, and wished he'd have picked dare for once. Turnabout would be plenty fair play at this point and no doubt would have secured her a victory in the game. But he was hiding behind his own security just as she was hers.

She was certain, however, that she could shatter that.

"Why didn't you hug me?"

"Wh-What?" Drakken stuttered, his eyes darting nervously now between her body and her face.

"On the alien ship. I thought you were going to hug me. But then you stopped."

Drakken shakily lifted the champagne bottle to his lips and took several long swallows. When he finished he wiped his mouth on the back of his glove and set the bottle down.

"Can I choose dare instead?" he asked quietly, his expression anxious.

Shego grinned. She'd won.

"Get naked."

Drakken's eyes widened and he gaped at her before he scowled and rose from the sofa. Shego blinked in surprise as he pushed his feet out of his boots and then tossed his gloves onto the coffee table. She hadn't expected him to actually do it.

Next, and for the very first time, he took off his medal and set it reverently on the sofa cushion. Shego traced her fingers over the engraving of the logo as she watched him shrug out of his lab coat and drape it over the back of the couch. He was meticulous in the rest of his undressing, folding his shirt and lying it atop the coat, and doing the same with his pants. He hesitated when the only article of clothing left were nondescript white boxers, and Shego smirked and raised a brow in challenge as he looked decidedly uncertain.

"We could just say game over," she said, setting her feet up on the coffee table again and reaching for the bottle. After she took another drink and set it back down, she was sure she saw two of Drakken standing in front of her for a moment.

"No," Drakken said firmly, and in the next moment he was stepping awkwardly out of the shorts, black socks still on his feet as he nearly lost his balance and fell back to sit on the sofa across from her.

Shego leaned forward to take in the view, pursing her lips to stave off a laugh as Drakken blushed.

"Truth or dare?" he said urgently as she grinned at the sight of his soft dick, resting atop ample hairy balls. She only got a glimpse before his hands were blocking the view, and she settled into place again and held herself up confidently.

"Dare," she said almost boredly, her focus waning due to the booze. How many bottles of champagne had they consumed together?

"Wear this," Drakken said tentatively, pushing the medal closer to her on the cushion.

Shego had still been idly tracing the engravings, and she shrugged her shoulders as she picked up the heavy object and slipped the ribbon over her head, flipping her hair out from under it and fluffing it around her as the cool of the metal rested between her breasts.

"Truth or dare, Drakken?" she countered almost immediately as he stared at her wearing his medal. She couldn't place the look in his eyes as he slowly moved his gaze back and forth between her face and the medal on her chest.

"Dare."

Her brow rose again before she frowned. He had clearly caught on to her winning strategy, but she was sure she would either get an answer out of him or else win.

"Hug me."

Drakken's lips parted. A faint, desperate look entered his eyes. As if pleading for her to take it back. It confused her, but he surely knew the alternative was answering her prior question and that had apparently been frightening enough to cause him to disrobe.

When he began scooting nearer to close the gap between them, her heart began to pound. He set his hands tentatively on her shoulders, and then gently pulled her close until his cheek rested against hers.

"Oh no. You're not getting off that easy," Shego said even as his fingers gripped her shoulders tighter. "Hug me like you were going to on the alien ship before you chickened out for some reason."

She felt Drakken sigh in seeming defeat, but he obediently moved nearer and wrapped his arms around her. His chest pressed against hers the round, heavy piece of metal between them dug into her flesh for how tightly he had begun to hold her.

"That's better," she said after a moment. Was her voice shaking? She reached blindly to the side until she found the bottle of champagne and hurriedly took a drink. She kept hold of it as she balanced it on her thigh, discovering that her other hand was playing with the hair of Drakken's ponytail.

"Truth or dare?" Drakken said quietly, his voice tense as he continued to hold her.

"...Truth," Shego said.

Everything seemed to stop in that moment, and he slowly pulled away, turning to double in her vision once more as she squinted through heavy eyelids at his worried face. His hands remained on her shoulders, his thumbs turning on circles over them and slightly tangling her hair as he gazed at her in earnest.

"Shego... Why did you come after me?"

Shego slowly stretched her arm out to the side until she could place the bottle back on the coffee table, the glass impacting the wood with much too loud a clink as silence fell between them.

"I... Because... Because I..."

She had no answer. None that would fully form enough in her mind to reach her lips. Drakken's face fell, his eyes leaving even the medal as he continued holding her shoulders tightly and looked down forlornly to where his knee now rested atop hers.

"Drakken...?"

He didn't look up. "Yes?"

"T-...Truth or dare?"

He looked up again, the faintest of hope in his weary eyes.

"Dare," he said through a sigh.

Shego swallowed a lump in her throat, her eyes never leaving his as she answered him with a new question.

"Make love to me?"

Drakken's brow slowly rose. His eyes searched hers, she assumed for any sign of falsehood, mocking, or insincerity. But she realized as she looked back at him that she'd meant it. And before he could make a move to decide she was already shifting on the sofa and moving her knees apart.

Drakken followed her guiding until he lay heavily atop her, one of her heels caressing his rear as her hands gently roamed his back. His eyes stared uncertainly into hers even as no space was left between their bodies. She decided he needed some encouragement and with effort pushed her hips upward into his.

"You're...awfully soft," she remarked without thinking, a chuckle following.

Drakken frowned. "Just give me a minute, my dear."

The look in his eyes suggested he was simply willing a hard-on to occur, and she started rolling her hips upward steadily.

"No more booze for you," she said with another slight laugh.

"Ngh. Truth or dare?" Drakken asked.

"I love you," she blurted out.

The fog in his eyes cleared, and he stared down at her in awe. She watched as all of the confusion, frustration, and everything else about their game and the past several days fell off of him in an instant. His fingers were weaving into her hair, lightly kneading her scalp as he smiled down at her adoringly.

"I lost the game," she said, realizing she'd given up her truth before he'd even asked a question.

"No...no, Shego," he said, a slight tremor in his voice as he gazed at her from inches away. Were there two of him again? "We both won."

His kiss banished every other thought in her head, and it wasn't long before she was lost in his warmth. And somewhere in the swirling, alcohol-induced blackness that was rapidly taking over her, she thought she heard him say he loved her too.

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Shego couldn't breathe. When her eyes flew open she immediately closed them again for the blinding light that hit them, and she tried to assess where she was, why she couldn't get enough air, and why her head was throbbing.

She instinctively reached out for her alarm clock but her fingers hit glass instead, and then a loud sound followed as she accidentally toppled whatever it was she'd touched. She opened her eyes to mere slits and saw the champagne bottle rolling on the coffee table, its remaining contents spilling out over the wood.

Everything came back to her.

"Onh..."

Drakken's pained moan reminded her of why she couldn't breathe, and she closed her eyes again and simply waited for him to move. Somehow speaking seemed far too great an effort, and she would let him handle that.

"Where...what...why... Oh...oh no!" he gasped.

"'Oh no'?" Shego slurred out in annoyed reply.

"Did I...? Did we...?" he was saying in a panic.

"No we didn't, you couldn't get it up," Shego said, recalling her disappointment before the booze finally knocked her out for the night...day...and however long they'd slept.

"I...I'm..."

"I don't know what time it is," Shego said, opening her eyes again to meet his confused and concerned ones, "but you think you got that champagne out of your system yet?"

"..."

Drakken rolled away and fell to the floor with a grunt, to both her amusement and dismay. More bottles fell with the flailing of his arms, and Shego wondered worriedly just how much he'd had to drink.

"I'll be back," he said, and half-crawled half-tripped his way toward the bathroom. Shego realized in an instant she had the same problem, and she held her head with both hands as she made her way more carefully to another bathroom in the suite.

She mused to herself that she was surprised the alcohol hadn't killed them, for however much they'd had, but as she freshened up she hoped it hadn't been so much as to erase Drakken's memory of the night before. Even though they'd only gotten as far as some foreplay, she remembered her words and his...and she wanted him to make good on them.

When she made it back to the living room where their binge had occurred, Drakken was already there, leaning on the arm of the sofa and rubbing his eyes with a pained scowl on his face.

"Better?" she asked with a smirk.

"Not so loud..." he complained.

"Then you're gonna have a problem with me climaxing. I'm not the quiet type."

Drakken's head shot up and he gaped at her, his expression unreadable. When he didn't reply or move after several seconds, she stepped over the fallen bottles and their piles of clothing and lie down on the couch, her knees apart.

He took the hint and the sofa shifted as he crawled over her again, settling down heavily as he had the night before.

"Won't be a minute," he grunted as with more wakefulness this time, he began attending her breasts with soft kisses, suckles, and kneading.

"Yeah, that's what you said last night," Shego said in a mixture of amusement and complaint.

Drakken looked up to glare at her slightly. "You could help."

She snaked an arm between them until she had her fingers around his soft member, and she began working it firmly and steadily as his touches began to arouse her. But her head was still throbbing, and she regretted not turning the lights out when she'd been up as she closed her eyes again.

"This thing better get bigger," she said.

"It does!" Drakken growled and gave a slight bite to her nipple.

She let herself relax into his touch, but after the third time she startled awake and accidentally gripped him too hard as a result, by evidence of his grunts, she realized the booze was still going to win.

At least, she thought as she felt his forehead rest on her chest as his lips stilled in drowsiness, when the alcohol eventually forfeited its control over them, they still had their victory.

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