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Ice Cream

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Plot: Shego and Kim decide to get an Ice cream cone one hot summer night. (Kim's P.O.V.) NC-17
Femslash/fluff/lemons/ice cream.

~*Ice Cream*~

We sit in the car, waiting for the girl to hand us our cones through the window.

"I can't believe you've never experienced the 'Drive-through' before, Shego. It's like a ritual! You're a drive-through virgin!" I giggle.

We're feeling especially giddy tonight, for no reason. It's a blast. The Dairy Queen worker hands Shego the cones and we drive to the side of the road, she hands me my vanilla cone and a napkin. "Ready?" She asks.

I nod and take a bite of my ice cream, she gets back on the highway and starts to eat hers.

I don't know why we had to get ice cream at midnight, but we did anyway.

The creamy sweetness quickly melts in the humid air, despite the AC being turned up as far as it goes, dripping into our laps and on our faces.

Shego tries to take a bite while turning the corner and doesn't succeed, her nose goes into the ice cream and she sputters like she is drowning.

I just crack up at her, she frowns.

"I nearly die and you laugh!" She says in mock horror.

I put my hand over hers, "I would be the saddest person on earth!" I tell her.

She turns into the apartment and parks the car, she turns and gives me a sweet kiss.

"Let's get inside before these things turn to puddles!" I say.

We slam into the apartment and stumble to the couch, but we miss and fall to the floor instead.

We crack up for about the fiftieth time. I giggle as she gets th

e ice cream on her nose again, "Do I need to spoon feed you?" I tease.

She gives her cone a tentative lick and smiles, "Maybe." She says.

I look into her eyes and see the candied lust swimming in them, we drop our cones, even though it's going to make a big mess.

We don't care.

We tear off the bathing suits we wear and roll around on the floor, grinding against each other madly.

She smells like ice cream and sex, it's driving me nuts.

I move my mouth against her chest, stroking her nipples with my tongue.

Every bit of her is so delicious.

We roll into the puddle of ice cream on the floor, my mind clicks and I scoop some up in my hand and rub it on her stomach.

She pushes my head down and I trace patterns with my tongue on her stomach; she tastes even better.

I feel so primal, in touch with my animal side; the only thing that separates us from them are the four walls that surround us.

We slide around in the cold, creamy puddle; I spread her legs apart and look up at her face, "Please." She whispers.

One word that speaks volumes to me.

I dip my tongue into her sweet well, tasting her essence, she tastes exotic. I push my tongue deep inside her tunnel and she bucks wildly on the floor, losing control of her practicality.

She pushes my tongue deeper, deeper.

I'm loving it, I wonder if she'd object to letting me stay right down here forever.

She let's go of my head and comes all over my face; I sample the slick, sweet nectar that flows out of her pussy.

She lies there, writhing with pleasure.

I decide to kick it up a notch.

I reluctantly pull myself away from her fountain and locate her clit, coaxing the little nub from its hiding place, taking it between my lips, and sucking it.

Shego takes a sharp breath.

This is more than enough to set off Shego's second orgasm.

The floor shakes under the intensity of it but I stay in control, plunging my tongue back inside that quivering quim until Shego at last stops trembling.

The bucking hips and urgent cries that come in response to my ministrations do nothing to lead me astray from the path I have chosen.

Stealing one more taste from that sweet, sweet place between her legs, I crawl back up and lie next to Shego again.

I watch my lover struggle to recover from such a breathtaking climax, reaching over to brush a stray strand of dark hair from that flushed face. Shego opens her eyes and smiles.

"If getting ice cream means this, I want it again in an hour."