Re: Kim Possible (1/3)teaandhoneyApril 24 2012, 23:45:39 UTC
“Good girl, Kimmy,” Shego whispers against the skin of her wrist as she snaps the handcuff in place, securing her to the chain link fence that encircles one of the evil lairs long abandoned from many missions ago. She nips the sensitive skin there as well for good measure, hard enough to leave a clear mark of her teeth across the pressure point when she releases it.
A mark that she laves slowly - ever so slowly - while keeping sharp, watchful eye contact. Pink tongue sliding from between those full black lips to trace the fresh indentations in her skin.
Kim shivers. Shego smirks.
She could get out of these handcuffs. It would be easy. They both are well aware that the restraints are more for show than anything else, a sign of Kim Possible the Hero’s submission to Shego the Villianess. But she also doesn’t deny the fact that she likes it - the stretch of her arms above her head, the feel of metal around her wrist. That the more they do this, just hearing the click of the handcuffs snapping into place makes her have to squeeze her
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Re: Kim Possible (2/3)teaandhoneyApril 24 2012, 23:47:03 UTC
With a sound of frustration the other woman shoves both Kim’s shirt and bra up over her breast, exposing them to the chill night air. Shego then roughly pulls off her utility belt, causing her whole body, except for her trapped hands, to arch foreword along with the pull on her hips only to crash back with a loud clanging noise that seems to travels all through the chain link fence when the belt is pulled free.
Shego raises an eyebrow at Kim’s unusual lack of coordination but really she isn’t trying to. She likes this rough treatment, likes just letting go and not fighting back for once. Slowly there is realization and another smirk travels across Shego’s face as she casually drops the utility belt into the grass. And there is only the first thought of the cleanliness of this outdoor meeting of theirs in Kim's head, once her pants and underwear hit the ground too and her naked ass is against cool metal.
Re: Kim Possible (3/3)teaandhoneyApril 24 2012, 23:47:55 UTC
But Shego seems to be waiting for something too. Her smile is teasing when she leans forward so their foreheads touch, their breast touch, and her thick black hair falls over Kim’s shoulder too.
“Now what do we say, Princess?” she reaches up and runs her nails down Kim’s prone arm.
Her, “Please,” is more of a moan. But it seems to be good enough for Shego.
And damn. Shego knows how to work her body so well. Was able to use her mouth, her teeth, her hand, her nails - the simple teasing pressure of the curves of her body against her own. Could get her mewling shamelessly, wildly, recklessly. So reckless that time and time again she would agree to come to places such as these - outside and priory owned by evil geniuses - and give herself over to a person who she fought any other day of the week.
So reckless that in these moments she really believed she could do anything. (No matter how good. No matter how bad.)
Could bring her so close.
So. Very. Close.
“More, Shego,” she moaned. “PleaseThe hand curled within the wires next to
( ... )
Sometimes it was good to just be bad. Bondage, biting, as rough as it can be.
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A mark that she laves slowly - ever so slowly - while keeping sharp, watchful eye contact. Pink tongue sliding from between those full black lips to trace the fresh indentations in her skin.
Kim shivers. Shego smirks.
She could get out of these handcuffs. It would be easy. They both are well aware that the restraints are more for show than anything else, a sign of Kim Possible the Hero’s submission to Shego the Villianess. But she also doesn’t deny the fact that she likes it - the stretch of her arms above her head, the feel of metal around her wrist. That the more they do this, just hearing the click of the handcuffs snapping into place makes her have to squeeze her ( ... )
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Shego raises an eyebrow at Kim’s unusual lack of coordination but really she isn’t trying to. She likes this rough treatment, likes just letting go and not fighting back for once. Slowly there is realization and another smirk travels across Shego’s face as she casually drops the utility belt into the grass. And there is only the first thought of the cleanliness of this outdoor meeting of theirs in Kim's head, once her pants and underwear hit the ground too and her naked ass is against cool metal.
Cold and probably extremely dirty metal ( ... )
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“Now what do we say, Princess?” she reaches up and runs her nails down Kim’s prone arm.
Her, “Please,” is more of a moan. But it seems to be good enough for Shego.
And damn. Shego knows how to work her body so well. Was able to use her mouth, her teeth, her hand, her nails - the simple teasing pressure of the curves of her body against her own. Could get her mewling shamelessly, wildly, recklessly. So reckless that time and time again she would agree to come to places such as these - outside and priory owned by evil geniuses - and give herself over to a person who she fought any other day of the week.
So reckless that in these moments she really believed she could do anything. (No matter how good. No matter how bad.)
Could bring her so close.
So. Very. Close.
“More, Shego,” she moaned. “PleaseThe hand curled within the wires next to ( ... )
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