Fic: Sweet Revahnge: A Smut-tastic Olloween Special!- Chapter 5
Ollo, dear readers! Back with the newest installment much quicker than I would have expected, all things considering. We've had the plague at my house something fierce in the last couple of weeks... out of the last 2, I've missed 5 days of work between me and my daughter. Oy. But in my less crap-tastic feeling moments, I managed to get this together.
Mad props for my beta missmartian23 for letting me bounce ideas off of her and always seeming to help me stop what might be missing from a particular scene :-D And without further ado...
** EDIT: For those of you that started looking at this when the formatting was screwed up, it seems to be fixed now :-)
“Hah, what good is a solemn oath coming from you? How do I know you won’t just decide to finish what you started and take full advantage of me?!” Roxanne finished angrily, her breathing ragged and labored. Megamind’s expression immediately turned serious, and he was absolutely silent. For once.
“You really think that I would do that? That I could do that? To you?” he inquired, almost inaudibly. The hurt he felt at her accusation was evident. Roxanne briefly softened, realizing that in her bewilderment she had crossed a line. In the seven years they had spent in the roles of kidnapper and kidnappee, Megamind had never intentionally harmed her. And she knew it. And he knew she knew it. And that was why the remark had stung all the more.
“Fine,” the reporter conceded, making sure to maintain a strong façade. “But this better not be another one of your villainous monologues. I swear to God that I will severely pain your very… unique… family jewels if it sounds like you’re even heading in that direction.”
“Um… yes. Well. Point taken… Miss Ritchi,” Megamind replied, carefully clearing his throat. He didn’t even have to consider Roxanne’s threat; he already knew she meant every word of it. “You see, after I left you at your apartment yesterday, I realized that I was… missing something…”
Chapter 5- Revelation
“I was missing my watch. My… new watch, that is,” Megamind began his explanation with as much dignity as he could muster, given the intense awkwardness of the present situation. Roxanne ultimately stopped fighting him and merely quirked an eyebrow at the banality of the statement. “And after turning Eeevil Lair upside down trying to find it, I came to the conclusion that you must have removed it from my wrist in your apartment… while we were, um…”
“Making out?” Roxanne finished with a wince. She still couldn’t believe that whole episode had happened. Compared to what had transpired between captor and captive in the last hour, however, the events of the previous day seemed like a sugar and spice G-rated Disney movie. “Why so much worry over a stupid watch, though? Couldn’t you just whip yourself up a new one in 10 or 15 minutes?”
“For a run of the mill time-telling device, Miss Ritchi… 10 or 15 minutes? Don’t insult me. I could do it in 5… 8 tops.” Roxanne did her best to appear unimpressed, and Megamind continued. “Anyway, this wasn’t just any watch. It was my latest and greatest invention… a holo-watch.” He sounded and looked so reverently proud of himself, staring off into space slightly, that Roxanne had to work hard to stifle a laugh. The absurdity of the two of them laying there naked like it was any other day while he explained this whole thing to her was beyond logical comprehension.
“Ok, I’ll bite… what’s a holo-watch?” she ventured, grudgingly indulging his ego.
“When one wears it, upon activation one may take on the appearance of any individual’s form that has been previously scanned into the watch’s database.”
“Really?” Roxanne wondered, seeming to be genuinely impressed with him for once.
“Yes!” the alien responded almost too eagerly. “I had hoped to use it to get out of the Lair once in a while without causing panic among the masses…” Megamind added, forgetting himself for a moment as he wistfully propped himself up on one elbow and rested his face in his lifted hand. On Roxanne’s breasts. She coughed obviously to bring him out of his reverie, and he continued a bit more soberly, “And. Um. Obviously, to perform dastardly, clandestine operations of Eeevil!” he finished with a characteristic upwardly pointed index finger for effect.
“Obviously,” the reporter parroted caustically, while none-to-gently shoving the villain with her body weight until he was no longer leaning so casually on her exposed décolletage. “Ok… and… where exactly do I come into all of this?” she asked impatiently.
“Well, when I brought you back to your apartment yesterday, I was wearing the watch. I had been thinking that since I had to leave the Lair to take you home anyway, I might as well take my brilliant innovation for a test run while I was out. After I deposited you at your apartment, of course.”
“So I gather that you noticed it was missing sometime after you… ‘deposited me,’ as you so elegantly put it.”
“Yes.”
“And you just assumed that I would voluntarily stick my tongue down your throat in order to get to your watch on the off-chance that it might happen to be some kind of revolutionary technological device that I could… what, sell to NASA or the Defense Department for zillions of dollars or something?!”
“Um... to be honest, Miss Ritchi, I don’t know that I was thinking all that coherently to begin with. You know… the whole ‘tongue being down my throat’… thing. That was… a new experience for me,” he said thoughtfully. “And even when I got back to the Lair… I probably still wasn’t totally in my right mind.”
“Well, I don’t know what got into me, but I must have been completely out of my mind when I kissed you in the first place,” she declared bitterly, angrily crossing her arms against her chest as best she could with the skinny alien on top of her. Megamind coughed audibly, visibly uncomfortable with some part of what Roxanne had just said. She immediately eyed him suspiciously.
“You wouldn’t happen to know something about the cause of that particular incident, would you, Mr. Super-Genius?”
“Uh…” His hesitation spoke volumes.
“Spill. NOW. Or I’m screaming for Minion.”
“Ok! Ok. I’ll… I’ll tell you,” he sighed warily. “That actually also has to do with… this, too,” Megamind explained, vaguely waving his hand between the two of them. “So I might as well get it over with.
“To begin with, I was just as surprised as you that you had kissed me. I never thought in a million years that… even if a part of me did want it.”
That last part instantly got Roxanne’s attention, and the proof was in the quick rise of her eyebrows. Wanted? she mused internally. Huh. I always suspected… but this is my first concrete evidence.
“And I didn’t put the pieces together until much later. It happened right as you were regaining consciousness from the knock-out spray… and I finally came to the conclusion that your inhibitions must have been lowered to a degree as a result. At first, I didn’t know if it was because you got hit with it twice in the same day…”
“Well, that explains yesterday, I suppose, but that certainly doesn’t explain this.” The reporter mimicked her kidnapper’s similarly vague gesture.
“Yes. I’m getting to that,” Megamind conceded uneasily, practically bracing himself for a physical assault. “I didn’t think you would ever admit it to me if you had taken my holo-watch, so I decided to isolate the molecular components of the spray to formulate a kind of… truth serum, if you will.”
“And you put that in the knock-out spray today?!”
“No. It was in the cookies.”
“IN THE COOKIES?!” Roxanne cried angrily, engaging in an attack much like the one that Megamind had anticipated. She shoved and kicked against him with all of her might, but he continued to hold her down. “I’m not a bit surprised at you. That’s just the kind of low-down, dirty trick I would expect from YOU… but Minion?! I don’t understand how he could…”
“Minion knew nothing of this,” the alien forcefully declared as he fought to secure Roxanne’s wrists on either side of her head. The action mirrored the passionate moments of the all too recent past, but the purpose of restraints had shifted drastically. “He would never have allowed it.”
“Then how…”
“I drugged the orange frosting. I knew of your affinity for pumpkin… I knew that’s what you would choose. But unbeknownst to me, Minion also put orange frosting as hair on some of the witch cookies… the ones that I happened to eat, in the end,” Megamind explained, but couldn’t resist ruminating aloud to himself, “And after I stated very deliberately that the witches were all to have purple hair!”
“My God, you are unbelievable, Megamind,” the reporter admonished. “After all of this… you actually have the audacity to blame even a shred of it on Minion when he wasn’t even aware of your plan?! You are an even bigger ass than I could have possibly imagined!”
“If he had followed my instructions, I would have been able to retain my mental faculties. I would have been able to resist your advances!”
“If you would have tried asking me about the damn watch in the first place, this whole thing wouldn’t have happened!”
“Well, what if I’m not sorry that it did?!”
That halted Roxanne’s acerbic inquisition quite promptly. All she could do was to stare at her abductor blankly, and in the very next breath Megamind had hastily climbed off of her to sit up on the side of the bed. He did his best to turn his body so that he was facing anywhere but in her direction and laid his large, blue cranium in his hands. Roxanne obviously knew that Megamind was rather slim, but with his exposed back before her for the first time, she couldn’t help but notice that she could easily count each of his individual vertebrae if she so desired. When he sighed dramatically, the bones of his back did a dance all their own. In all of his glorious failures, she had never seen him appear so completely despondent.
He was struggling, but with what the brunette just couldn’t be sure. Since she was at last free to move again, Roxanne sat up. Suddenly feeling the cold air of the room on her exposed breasts, she pulled the sheets up around herself for both warmth and a rather late bid for modesty.
Chancing a question, she gently asked, “Um, backing up for just a second… just so I’m clear, we were both under the influence of the so-called truth serum when we all over each other?” Megamind rose up nearly imperceptibly and inclined his head in her direction just enough that she knew he had heard her. The villain nodded. “And… you say that the purpose of the substance you concocted was to lower inhibitions?” He nodded again. “It wouldn’t, for instance, make a person more… suggestible, would it?”
Now Megamind did turn around to meet her eyes, and cried, “Absolutely not! I would never…”
“… take advantage of me like that. You said that before, and… I was out of line. I know that you would never consciously do something like that to me.”
“Really?” the alien wondered, his tone laced with disbelief.
“Really,” Roxanne echoed, the smallest of smiles playing on her lips. Her captor returned his glace forward. “So we were both acting on our deepest desires, basically.”
“That’s correct,” Megamind affirmed. “The serum was designed to remove the filter between our better judgment and the fulfillment our more base thoughts and urges. Nothing beyond that.”
The reporter couldn’t seem to rid her face of that same annoying grin. She felt that she should be far more appalled at her own behavior than she actually was. Oh, who am I kidding? she probed inwardly. How many times have I secretly wondered what would happen if he leaned in just a fraction more and TOOK a kiss like the villain he pretends to be when he circles me like his prey in that chair? ll of her cards were certainly on the table now. There didn’t seem to be a reason to so futilely protect the miniscule amount of dignity she might still preserve in this situation.
“So…” she ventured hesitantly, finally breaking the unintentional silence, “…you, um, aren’t sorry that we…”
“No,” the alien interrupted, his tone absolute.
I must be certifiably insane for what I’m about to do, but I have to find out. Roxanne clumsily made her way over to where he sat on the side of the bed while attempting to keep the sheets around herself. “Why aren’t you sorry?” she queried quietly, unable to ignore the enticing scent that was so very Megamind as she settled herself next to him.
The blue man sighed, his pulse quickening more than he would have liked as a result of an effectively naked Roxanne now voluntary so near to him. I guess I don’t really have anything to lose at this point.
“Because deep down, I’ve wanted this for a long time. Truthfully, longer than I’d like to admit. And I know that left to my own devices, I never would have had the courage to pursue you either sexually or romantically. After all, I have a part to play. I’m the villain… it’s my job to terrorize you, not to woo you. And even if today’s events mean that I can never kidnap you again…” he gulped, dreading the thought, “…if you would prefer I leave you alone from now on, and I really couldn’t blame you if you did, then I will. Gladly. Because I get to have this memory with you… and so many others, besides.”
Floored by such an unexpected onslaught of tenderness and honesty from the supposed villain, the perplexed newswoman commented, “But it didn’t even go all the way… I didn’t quite get to the point of… um…” Roxanne couldn’t believe she was about to broach this subject with her serial kidnapper. “…seeing to your needs.”
Megamind laughed humorlessly, unwilling to meet her eyes. “It hardly matters.”
“So you don’t feel just a little bit…” Roxanne sort of playfully bumped his bony shoulder with her own, “…cheated?”
“Cheated? How in the world could I feel cheated? I…” he began, daring to raise his soulful green eyes to meet her blue ones. Megamind was surprised to find a reassuring blend of curiosity and empathy returning his gaze. Emboldened by Roxanne’s tentative compassion, he cautiously grasped her right hand in his left, and finished, “…I made you come,” the alien proclaimed shyly. “In my deepest fantasies, I never thought I’d have that opportunity. To see you writhe and whimper under my touch and call out my name during your climax.”
“That was your fantasy?” the reporter inquired, baffled.
“Well… since we’re already sharing…” he volunteered, and shot her a bit of a wicked grin, “… sometimes I do end up ‘probing’ you, as you put it earlier.”
Now Roxanne let loose with an honest to goodness belly laugh. Megamind regarded her outburst warily, and suddenly he felt extraordinarily self-conscious. He started to disentangle his fingers from hers, but his captive stopped him by giving his hand a little squeeze.
“Since you shared,” Roxanne said coquettishly, “I guess it wouldn’t kill me to admit that I’ve maybe had similar thoughts about you… over the years.”
“You… you have?” Megamind timidly inquired.
“Maybe,” the reporter responded, taking his lithe hands in her own to guide them around her enticing waist. “And our interactions tonight, however they got started,” she started kissing a line of fire down his jaw, “are only making me want more.” Roxanne had barely finished speaking when she brought her hands up to cradle her kidnapper’s face, bringing it toward her own for a sensuous kiss that sent the poor alien’s already wracked brain spinning madly out of the realm of logical thought.
It’s official. Roxanne thought to herself. It’s probably Stockholm syndrome… but if he can fuck me with that alien dick even a fourth as good as he can use his hands and his tongue, I don’t even care.
Pulling back only long enough to look for confirmation, she sexily asked, “You want to take me for a ride on your probe, space cowboy?”
A/N: Mwahahahaha... you guys REALLY think I'm Eeevil this time, don't you? :-P
Mad props for my beta missmartian23 for letting me bounce ideas off of her and always seeming to help me stop what might be missing from a particular scene :-D And without further ado...
** EDIT: For those of you that started looking at this when the formatting was screwed up, it seems to be fixed now :-)
“Hah, what good is a solemn oath coming from you? How do I know you won’t just decide to finish what you started and take full advantage of me?!” Roxanne finished angrily, her breathing ragged and labored. Megamind’s expression immediately turned serious, and he was absolutely silent. For once.
“You really think that I would do that? That I could do that? To you?” he inquired, almost inaudibly. The hurt he felt at her accusation was evident. Roxanne briefly softened, realizing that in her bewilderment she had crossed a line. In the seven years they had spent in the roles of kidnapper and kidnappee, Megamind had never intentionally harmed her. And she knew it. And he knew she knew it. And that was why the remark had stung all the more.
“Fine,” the reporter conceded, making sure to maintain a strong façade. “But this better not be another one of your villainous monologues. I swear to God that I will severely pain your very… unique… family jewels if it sounds like you’re even heading in that direction.”
“Um… yes. Well. Point taken… Miss Ritchi,” Megamind replied, carefully clearing his throat. He didn’t even have to consider Roxanne’s threat; he already knew she meant every word of it. “You see, after I left you at your apartment yesterday, I realized that I was… missing something…”
Chapter 5- Revelation
“I was missing my watch. My… new watch, that is,” Megamind began his explanation with as much dignity as he could muster, given the intense awkwardness of the present situation. Roxanne ultimately stopped fighting him and merely quirked an eyebrow at the banality of the statement. “And after turning Eeevil Lair upside down trying to find it, I came to the conclusion that you must have removed it from my wrist in your apartment… while we were, um…”
“Making out?” Roxanne finished with a wince. She still couldn’t believe that whole episode had happened. Compared to what had transpired between captor and captive in the last hour, however, the events of the previous day seemed like a sugar and spice G-rated Disney movie. “Why so much worry over a stupid watch, though? Couldn’t you just whip yourself up a new one in 10 or 15 minutes?”
“For a run of the mill time-telling device, Miss Ritchi… 10 or 15 minutes? Don’t insult me. I could do it in 5… 8 tops.” Roxanne did her best to appear unimpressed, and Megamind continued. “Anyway, this wasn’t just any watch. It was my latest and greatest invention… a holo-watch.” He sounded and looked so reverently proud of himself, staring off into space slightly, that Roxanne had to work hard to stifle a laugh. The absurdity of the two of them laying there naked like it was any other day while he explained this whole thing to her was beyond logical comprehension.
“Ok, I’ll bite… what’s a holo-watch?” she ventured, grudgingly indulging his ego.
“When one wears it, upon activation one may take on the appearance of any individual’s form that has been previously scanned into the watch’s database.”
“Really?” Roxanne wondered, seeming to be genuinely impressed with him for once.
“Yes!” the alien responded almost too eagerly. “I had hoped to use it to get out of the Lair once in a while without causing panic among the masses…” Megamind added, forgetting himself for a moment as he wistfully propped himself up on one elbow and rested his face in his lifted hand. On Roxanne’s breasts. She coughed obviously to bring him out of his reverie, and he continued a bit more soberly, “And. Um. Obviously, to perform dastardly, clandestine operations of Eeevil!” he finished with a characteristic upwardly pointed index finger for effect.
“Obviously,” the reporter parroted caustically, while none-to-gently shoving the villain with her body weight until he was no longer leaning so casually on her exposed décolletage. “Ok… and… where exactly do I come into all of this?” she asked impatiently.
“Well, when I brought you back to your apartment yesterday, I was wearing the watch. I had been thinking that since I had to leave the Lair to take you home anyway, I might as well take my brilliant innovation for a test run while I was out. After I deposited you at your apartment, of course.”
“So I gather that you noticed it was missing sometime after you… ‘deposited me,’ as you so elegantly put it.”
“Yes.”
“And you just assumed that I would voluntarily stick my tongue down your throat in order to get to your watch on the off-chance that it might happen to be some kind of revolutionary technological device that I could… what, sell to NASA or the Defense Department for zillions of dollars or something?!”
“Um... to be honest, Miss Ritchi, I don’t know that I was thinking all that coherently to begin with. You know… the whole ‘tongue being down my throat’… thing. That was… a new experience for me,” he said thoughtfully. “And even when I got back to the Lair… I probably still wasn’t totally in my right mind.”
“Well, I don’t know what got into me, but I must have been completely out of my mind when I kissed you in the first place,” she declared bitterly, angrily crossing her arms against her chest as best she could with the skinny alien on top of her. Megamind coughed audibly, visibly uncomfortable with some part of what Roxanne had just said. She immediately eyed him suspiciously.
“You wouldn’t happen to know something about the cause of that particular incident, would you, Mr. Super-Genius?”
“Uh…” His hesitation spoke volumes.
“Spill. NOW. Or I’m screaming for Minion.”
“Ok! Ok. I’ll… I’ll tell you,” he sighed warily. “That actually also has to do with… this, too,” Megamind explained, vaguely waving his hand between the two of them. “So I might as well get it over with.
“To begin with, I was just as surprised as you that you had kissed me. I never thought in a million years that… even if a part of me did want it.”
That last part instantly got Roxanne’s attention, and the proof was in the quick rise of her eyebrows. Wanted? she mused internally. Huh. I always suspected… but this is my first concrete evidence.
“And I didn’t put the pieces together until much later. It happened right as you were regaining consciousness from the knock-out spray… and I finally came to the conclusion that your inhibitions must have been lowered to a degree as a result. At first, I didn’t know if it was because you got hit with it twice in the same day…”
“Well, that explains yesterday, I suppose, but that certainly doesn’t explain this.” The reporter mimicked her kidnapper’s similarly vague gesture.
“Yes. I’m getting to that,” Megamind conceded uneasily, practically bracing himself for a physical assault. “I didn’t think you would ever admit it to me if you had taken my holo-watch, so I decided to isolate the molecular components of the spray to formulate a kind of… truth serum, if you will.”
“And you put that in the knock-out spray today?!”
“No. It was in the cookies.”
“IN THE COOKIES?!” Roxanne cried angrily, engaging in an attack much like the one that Megamind had anticipated. She shoved and kicked against him with all of her might, but he continued to hold her down. “I’m not a bit surprised at you. That’s just the kind of low-down, dirty trick I would expect from YOU… but Minion?! I don’t understand how he could…”
“Minion knew nothing of this,” the alien forcefully declared as he fought to secure Roxanne’s wrists on either side of her head. The action mirrored the passionate moments of the all too recent past, but the purpose of restraints had shifted drastically. “He would never have allowed it.”
“Then how…”
“I drugged the orange frosting. I knew of your affinity for pumpkin… I knew that’s what you would choose. But unbeknownst to me, Minion also put orange frosting as hair on some of the witch cookies… the ones that I happened to eat, in the end,” Megamind explained, but couldn’t resist ruminating aloud to himself, “And after I stated very deliberately that the witches were all to have purple hair!”
“My God, you are unbelievable, Megamind,” the reporter admonished. “After all of this… you actually have the audacity to blame even a shred of it on Minion when he wasn’t even aware of your plan?! You are an even bigger ass than I could have possibly imagined!”
“If he had followed my instructions, I would have been able to retain my mental faculties. I would have been able to resist your advances!”
“If you would have tried asking me about the damn watch in the first place, this whole thing wouldn’t have happened!”
“Well, what if I’m not sorry that it did?!”
That halted Roxanne’s acerbic inquisition quite promptly. All she could do was to stare at her abductor blankly, and in the very next breath Megamind had hastily climbed off of her to sit up on the side of the bed. He did his best to turn his body so that he was facing anywhere but in her direction and laid his large, blue cranium in his hands. Roxanne obviously knew that Megamind was rather slim, but with his exposed back before her for the first time, she couldn’t help but notice that she could easily count each of his individual vertebrae if she so desired. When he sighed dramatically, the bones of his back did a dance all their own. In all of his glorious failures, she had never seen him appear so completely despondent.
He was struggling, but with what the brunette just couldn’t be sure. Since she was at last free to move again, Roxanne sat up. Suddenly feeling the cold air of the room on her exposed breasts, she pulled the sheets up around herself for both warmth and a rather late bid for modesty.
Chancing a question, she gently asked, “Um, backing up for just a second… just so I’m clear, we were both under the influence of the so-called truth serum when we all over each other?” Megamind rose up nearly imperceptibly and inclined his head in her direction just enough that she knew he had heard her. The villain nodded. “And… you say that the purpose of the substance you concocted was to lower inhibitions?” He nodded again. “It wouldn’t, for instance, make a person more… suggestible, would it?”
Now Megamind did turn around to meet her eyes, and cried, “Absolutely not! I would never…”
“… take advantage of me like that. You said that before, and… I was out of line. I know that you would never consciously do something like that to me.”
“Really?” the alien wondered, his tone laced with disbelief.
“Really,” Roxanne echoed, the smallest of smiles playing on her lips. Her captor returned his glace forward. “So we were both acting on our deepest desires, basically.”
“That’s correct,” Megamind affirmed. “The serum was designed to remove the filter between our better judgment and the fulfillment our more base thoughts and urges. Nothing beyond that.”
The reporter couldn’t seem to rid her face of that same annoying grin. She felt that she should be far more appalled at her own behavior than she actually was. Oh, who am I kidding? she probed inwardly. How many times have I secretly wondered what would happen if he leaned in just a fraction more and TOOK a kiss like the villain he pretends to be when he circles me like his prey in that chair? ll of her cards were certainly on the table now. There didn’t seem to be a reason to so futilely protect the miniscule amount of dignity she might still preserve in this situation.
“So…” she ventured hesitantly, finally breaking the unintentional silence, “…you, um, aren’t sorry that we…”
“No,” the alien interrupted, his tone absolute.
I must be certifiably insane for what I’m about to do, but I have to find out. Roxanne clumsily made her way over to where he sat on the side of the bed while attempting to keep the sheets around herself. “Why aren’t you sorry?” she queried quietly, unable to ignore the enticing scent that was so very Megamind as she settled herself next to him.
The blue man sighed, his pulse quickening more than he would have liked as a result of an effectively naked Roxanne now voluntary so near to him. I guess I don’t really have anything to lose at this point.
“Because deep down, I’ve wanted this for a long time. Truthfully, longer than I’d like to admit. And I know that left to my own devices, I never would have had the courage to pursue you either sexually or romantically. After all, I have a part to play. I’m the villain… it’s my job to terrorize you, not to woo you. And even if today’s events mean that I can never kidnap you again…” he gulped, dreading the thought, “…if you would prefer I leave you alone from now on, and I really couldn’t blame you if you did, then I will. Gladly. Because I get to have this memory with you… and so many others, besides.”
Floored by such an unexpected onslaught of tenderness and honesty from the supposed villain, the perplexed newswoman commented, “But it didn’t even go all the way… I didn’t quite get to the point of… um…” Roxanne couldn’t believe she was about to broach this subject with her serial kidnapper. “…seeing to your needs.”
Megamind laughed humorlessly, unwilling to meet her eyes. “It hardly matters.”
“So you don’t feel just a little bit…” Roxanne sort of playfully bumped his bony shoulder with her own, “…cheated?”
“Cheated? How in the world could I feel cheated? I…” he began, daring to raise his soulful green eyes to meet her blue ones. Megamind was surprised to find a reassuring blend of curiosity and empathy returning his gaze. Emboldened by Roxanne’s tentative compassion, he cautiously grasped her right hand in his left, and finished, “…I made you come,” the alien proclaimed shyly. “In my deepest fantasies, I never thought I’d have that opportunity. To see you writhe and whimper under my touch and call out my name during your climax.”
“That was your fantasy?” the reporter inquired, baffled.
“Well… since we’re already sharing…” he volunteered, and shot her a bit of a wicked grin, “… sometimes I do end up ‘probing’ you, as you put it earlier.”
Now Roxanne let loose with an honest to goodness belly laugh. Megamind regarded her outburst warily, and suddenly he felt extraordinarily self-conscious. He started to disentangle his fingers from hers, but his captive stopped him by giving his hand a little squeeze.
“Since you shared,” Roxanne said coquettishly, “I guess it wouldn’t kill me to admit that I’ve maybe had similar thoughts about you… over the years.”
“You… you have?” Megamind timidly inquired.
“Maybe,” the reporter responded, taking his lithe hands in her own to guide them around her enticing waist. “And our interactions tonight, however they got started,” she started kissing a line of fire down his jaw, “are only making me want more.” Roxanne had barely finished speaking when she brought her hands up to cradle her kidnapper’s face, bringing it toward her own for a sensuous kiss that sent the poor alien’s already wracked brain spinning madly out of the realm of logical thought.
It’s official. Roxanne thought to herself. It’s probably Stockholm syndrome… but if he can fuck me with that alien dick even a fourth as good as he can use his hands and his tongue, I don’t even care.
Pulling back only long enough to look for confirmation, she sexily asked, “You want to take me for a ride on your probe, space cowboy?”
A/N: Mwahahahaha... you guys REALLY think I'm Eeevil this time, don't you? :-P