Love Thy Enemy

Chapter Four

*four hours later*

"I fancy myself a vixen of power and death. It's fitting, don't ya think?" Shego asked, looking down into my face that laid in her lap.

Now, looking back I asked myself "how did this happen?" But I knew the answer already...
Ganja
Weed
Maryjane
Marijuana
Dope
Bud
You get the idea.

She took another pinch and packed a bowl in our makeshift bong.
A waterbottle with a hole for the mouth and a makeshift aluminum foil screen on the actual mouth of the bottle.

"You're pretty creative." I noted her crafty weed delivery device.

"I am a bomb building genius, but I actually learned this trick from my older brother when I was fourteen."
She let out a giggle.

Her face was like an animate statue carved from the finest marble and then somehow, the breath of life was breathed into it.
Her eyes were an unearthly green, somewhere between an emerald and the Caribbean ocean.
"Want to try something?" She slyly asked. A devious glint was in her beautiful eyes.
"Try what?" I asked. Even as high as I was on the floor of her apartment, I was still suspicious.
"Just relax and go with it, okay?" She looked like a kid about to drop a firecracker down someone's shirt.

I nodded nervously.
She lit the bowl and took the hit and leaned towards me taking my face in her hands, placing her lips on mine. She opened her lips slightly and exhaled the smoke into my mouth, and I inhaled as she blew.
It was like one wind between her lungs and mine.
Holy shit. It was a kiss, but more and less at the same time.
I could feel the buzz opening my senses even more, I could still taste her on my lips when she pulled back.

"That's called shotgunning." She informed me with a wicked smile. "It's a weed saving trick, one hit, two uses."

"That is brilliant." I said, eyeing her lips again. We were still very intimately close. I could smell her heavy scent of gardenia and the smell of heavy rain.

"It's a good excuse for kissing someone when you don't know if they want to or not." She added. I locked her eyes in mine.

All trepidation gone, I leaned forward and kissed her softly. She didn't hesitate to respond, deepening the kiss, I picked up the pace, pressing the length of my body against hers, tangling my hands in her hair.
She pulled my waist tight against hers, gripping my back as hard as I could take.
She inhaled sharply and pushed me back against the floor, climbing inch by inch across my bare midriff with lips and teeth, taking a tortuous amount of time to crawl up my body and back to my lips.
Everything was heightened. Every nerve was screaming. Her hands glowed faintly green and were pleasantly warm against my skin.

Her dark hair spilled across my shoulders, cloaking me in her scent.
She was everywhere at once, stroking, scratching, kissing, nuzzling in a fervent tornado of touch.

I was responding most enthusiastically with my legs wrapped around her waist, pulling her as close to me as possible. This mania had been clawing at me for some time now.

She traced the back of me teeth with her tongue. It may not sound hot but I swear to god it was. I was in rapture.

She nibbled my bottom lip, and pulled it with her teeth. Shego may be the death of me yet.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting to do this, princess." She whispered. She caressed the hem of my shirt and in record time I pulled it over my head.

I unzipped the front of her leather corset top and she wriggled out of the straps to reveal a dark green and black satin lacy bra.
I was going to die of heart failure here and now. This is how I go.

We still hadn't slowed down an hour later, by that time I had gotten down to a pair of black cotton panties. Nothing else.

Then the doorbell rang.
I looked up, but Shego's mouth was on my neck. She kissed under my jaw. I forgot about the doorbell immediately.

The door rang again.

"Ignore it." She whispered, coming back up to my lips, her hands grasping my breasts.

"I KNOW YOURE IN THERE." Drakkon's voice came through the door. "LET ME IN WE CAN TALK."

She let out a frustrated sigh.

"I'll blow the door open."

This I couldn't ignore.
My eyes widened "He really will."

She sprung up and ushered me into the bathroom, grabbing her robe and shutting the door.

"I'm coming!" She yelled.

I heard her undo the lock and her annoyed voice as she greeted him.
"Now is not a good time." She said.

"Is that weed?" He asked, sniffing the air. "I just wanted to know if you're mad. You haven't talked to me in a while."

"No, I've been sick." She said brusquely.

"Alright: will I see you around?" He asked hopefully.

"I've just been sick I'm not dead. Of course you will." She growled and shut him out of the house.

I opened the door and peaked around the edge.

Her face lit up when she saw me.
She sashayed close to me, pulled me against her and whispered, "How about we take this to the bedroom?"