Fic: Sweet Revahnge: A Smut-tastic Olloween Special!- Chapter 6
Ok, this is like my 5th time trying to post this chapter, so I'm getting a little frustrated. It's only the first part of Chapter 6 in this post, because for some reason LJ won't let me put the whole chapter in one post. Lame. I'll try to put the 2nd half of the chapter in a post immediately following this one. Oh, and missmartian23 is the best beta ever!
“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?”
Chapter 6- Bargaining
Megamind had no idea how much time had passed before he was able to respond to Roxanne’s proposition. He was too busy trying to make sense out of the day’s chaos while she melted him back into the softness of the bed with her heavenly lips on his. After everything I’ve told her… everything I’ve admitted… and she wants to go right ahead and have sex with me anyway? he first words the villain managed were the last ones Roxanne could have expected to hear.
“Wha- abou- Met-oh Douche?” he attempted to get out between their massaging tongues.
The reporter pushed up from him abruptly. “You’re bringing him up now?!”
“Well… you’re supposed to be his girlfriend, aren’t you?” he asked meekly, unexpectedly feeling about two inches tall under his potential lover’s irritated stare. “I can’t imagine that he would approve of…”
“My God,” Roxanne huffed, sitting up to straddle Megamind and putting a palm to her forehead and closing her eyes in annoyance. “You are uncommonly dense for a genius, you know that?”
“Come again?” he exclaimed, affronted by the slight to his vast intellect.
“I’d love to…” she purred, smiling wickedly as she moved to run her hands delicately up and down his thin, but surprisingly muscular blue chest. “So let’s just leave him out of it for now, huh?”
“But…”
“We aren’t together, ok?” she spat more venomously than she had intended.
“You aren’t? But I thought…”
“I know. Everyone does. Everyone assumes. But think about it, Einstein… have you ever seen me showing him anything beyond a sisterly type of affection?”
“Well, no… but I hardly think you’d make it a point to do that in front of me...”
“Oh-ho, wouldn’t I?” the ever alluring brunette interrupted, her taunting breast bouncing dangerously close to his face as she gestured. “If he and I were really doing it, I’d be shoving it in your face every time you kidnap me. I’d be all over him to show you that I belong to him. Believe me; you would know beyond a shadow of a doubt if Wayne and I were really a couple.”
“Oh,” the alien said softly. After taking a moment to absorb Roxanne’s candid admission, Megamind clarified, “So, what? It’s all just part of the ‘show,’ as it were?”
“In a way, I suppose,” Roxanne confirmed tentatively. “Really, though, it started as a way for both of us to keep the press and our parents out of our dating lives. I suppose it is kind of an interesting story, and I’d be happy to tell you about it…” the reporter explained as she sultrily lowered herself to rest on top of her captor once again, “… but another time, maybe? I don’t want to waste this time that we have now…” she kissed him quickly, “… talking.”
I don’t either, Megamind concurred to himself, letting his long fingers trace a tantalizing path down Roxanne’s silky back. Now they were trading kisses in earnest again. Roxanne enthusiastically sucked on the villain’s luscious bottom lip, wantonly dragging her tongue across it until he had enough of her teasing mouth and aggressively flipped her onto her back. She moaned appreciatively through their smooching at his spontaneity, grateful that the serum apparently had nothing to do with the alien’s sexual enthusiasm.
In spite of the fact that the very turned on supervillain was most satisfied with the recent, if unexpected shift in his relationship with his captive, the oft used logical side of his massive brain continued to barrage his frequently marginalized emotional center with some fantastically inopportune questions. Does this mean that she wants to be mine? My mate? Or is she merely aroused from the earlier activity and seeking release from the friendly neighborhood extra-terrestrial? He had to find out.
“Roxanne?” he murmured, now trailing kisses down her neck and up toward her succulent looking ear lobe.
“Mmmm?” she hummed by way of reply, her eyes tightly shut as she squirmed with satisfaction under the spell of the alien’s exploring mouth.
“Does… um,” he hesitated, “Does this mean that you will finally agree to be my Eeevil Queen?”
The reporter’s eyes flew open, and she instantly froze at his question. Shit. Can’t he ever turn off that damn brain of his?
“Do we really have to hash out all the particulars right now?” she posed innocently, reaching a hand down between the two of them to circle the sensitive head of Megamind’s cock. “Can’t we just enjoy the moment without overthinking every last thing we do?”
“I’m not sure if I know how to not overthink,” he considered thoughtfully. “But this tells me that you haven’t thought beyond the present at all.”
“Is that so terrible?”
“I’m… not sure. Needless to say, I’ve never found myself in this kind of situation,” he replied. Never before had it been necessary for Megamind to sift through the emotional quagmires of this type of interaction. Despite his infinite intelligence, he felt utterly lost.
Roxanne closed her eyes and sighed. She suddenly wished that the wall was in closer proximity, because she felt an overwhelming urge to bang her head against it in erotic frustration. “Do you want me?”
“Well, yes… I should have thought that was pretty obvious by now,” the alien retorted, cheekily leaning his independently mobile erection slightly into her thigh to make his point.
“And there’s no question I want you… but I can hardly accept an offer to be queen opposite anyone who’s acquaintance with me routinely involves tying me up, rendering me unconscious and threatening my life,” she Roxanne paused before flippantly quipping, “I mean… I would at least expect to be taken to dinner first or… something.”
“Are you saying you want me to take you on a… date?”
“I’m KCMP’s star reporter. I can’t date a supervillain without seriously damaging my career. Or… not publicly, at least. I’ve busted my ass for too many years getting ahead in this industry to throw it all away for some kind of twisted ‘relationship’ with a career criminal whose favorite hobby is kidnapping me,” she explained matter-of-factly. It came off harsher than she had intended, however, so she added, “No offense. Why, are you looking to make a career change?”
“No!” he countered indignantly. “My purpose in life is to be the Eeevil yin to Metro Man’s yang of Goodness.”
“Well, then where exactly does that leave us?” Roxanne asked, absentmindedly running her hands up and down Megamind’s slender blue arms. It’s just too easy to get comfortable touching him like this, she mused to herself.
“I have no idea,” he answered helplessly, still lying on top of her and starting to bite his bottom lip oh so adorably in thought.
“Ha, the genius is out of ideas? That’s priceless,” the reporter teased. Said genius petulantly stuck out his tongue in retort, which only made Roxanne laugh harder. She couldn’t believe how much fun she was having just lying in bed with Megamind, trading kisses and quick remarks. In spite of the inconveniences that any kind of a personal relationship with him would certainly entail, she couldn’t help but want a taste beyond what she’d currently experienced with him. That was the moment when the infamous epiphany hit the reporter like one of the stylish lightning bolts adorning the blue alien’s suits.
“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?”
Chapter 6- Bargaining
Megamind had no idea how much time had passed before he was able to respond to Roxanne’s proposition. He was too busy trying to make sense out of the day’s chaos while she melted him back into the softness of the bed with her heavenly lips on his. After everything I’ve told her… everything I’ve admitted… and she wants to go right ahead and have sex with me anyway? he first words the villain managed were the last ones Roxanne could have expected to hear.
“Wha- abou- Met-oh Douche?” he attempted to get out between their massaging tongues.
The reporter pushed up from him abruptly. “You’re bringing him up now?!”
“Well… you’re supposed to be his girlfriend, aren’t you?” he asked meekly, unexpectedly feeling about two inches tall under his potential lover’s irritated stare. “I can’t imagine that he would approve of…”
“My God,” Roxanne huffed, sitting up to straddle Megamind and putting a palm to her forehead and closing her eyes in annoyance. “You are uncommonly dense for a genius, you know that?”
“Come again?” he exclaimed, affronted by the slight to his vast intellect.
“I’d love to…” she purred, smiling wickedly as she moved to run her hands delicately up and down his thin, but surprisingly muscular blue chest. “So let’s just leave him out of it for now, huh?”
“But…”
“We aren’t together, ok?” she spat more venomously than she had intended.
“You aren’t? But I thought…”
“I know. Everyone does. Everyone assumes. But think about it, Einstein… have you ever seen me showing him anything beyond a sisterly type of affection?”
“Well, no… but I hardly think you’d make it a point to do that in front of me...”
“Oh-ho, wouldn’t I?” the ever alluring brunette interrupted, her taunting breast bouncing dangerously close to his face as she gestured. “If he and I were really doing it, I’d be shoving it in your face every time you kidnap me. I’d be all over him to show you that I belong to him. Believe me; you would know beyond a shadow of a doubt if Wayne and I were really a couple.”
“Oh,” the alien said softly. After taking a moment to absorb Roxanne’s candid admission, Megamind clarified, “So, what? It’s all just part of the ‘show,’ as it were?”
“In a way, I suppose,” Roxanne confirmed tentatively. “Really, though, it started as a way for both of us to keep the press and our parents out of our dating lives. I suppose it is kind of an interesting story, and I’d be happy to tell you about it…” the reporter explained as she sultrily lowered herself to rest on top of her captor once again, “… but another time, maybe? I don’t want to waste this time that we have now…” she kissed him quickly, “… talking.”
I don’t either, Megamind concurred to himself, letting his long fingers trace a tantalizing path down Roxanne’s silky back. Now they were trading kisses in earnest again. Roxanne enthusiastically sucked on the villain’s luscious bottom lip, wantonly dragging her tongue across it until he had enough of her teasing mouth and aggressively flipped her onto her back. She moaned appreciatively through their smooching at his spontaneity, grateful that the serum apparently had nothing to do with the alien’s sexual enthusiasm.
In spite of the fact that the very turned on supervillain was most satisfied with the recent, if unexpected shift in his relationship with his captive, the oft used logical side of his massive brain continued to barrage his frequently marginalized emotional center with some fantastically inopportune questions. Does this mean that she wants to be mine? My mate? Or is she merely aroused from the earlier activity and seeking release from the friendly neighborhood extra-terrestrial? He had to find out.
“Roxanne?” he murmured, now trailing kisses down her neck and up toward her succulent looking ear lobe.
“Mmmm?” she hummed by way of reply, her eyes tightly shut as she squirmed with satisfaction under the spell of the alien’s exploring mouth.
“Does… um,” he hesitated, “Does this mean that you will finally agree to be my Eeevil Queen?”
The reporter’s eyes flew open, and she instantly froze at his question. Shit. Can’t he ever turn off that damn brain of his?
“Do we really have to hash out all the particulars right now?” she posed innocently, reaching a hand down between the two of them to circle the sensitive head of Megamind’s cock. “Can’t we just enjoy the moment without overthinking every last thing we do?”
“I’m not sure if I know how to not overthink,” he considered thoughtfully. “But this tells me that you haven’t thought beyond the present at all.”
“Is that so terrible?”
“I’m… not sure. Needless to say, I’ve never found myself in this kind of situation,” he replied. Never before had it been necessary for Megamind to sift through the emotional quagmires of this type of interaction. Despite his infinite intelligence, he felt utterly lost.
Roxanne closed her eyes and sighed. She suddenly wished that the wall was in closer proximity, because she felt an overwhelming urge to bang her head against it in erotic frustration. “Do you want me?”
“Well, yes… I should have thought that was pretty obvious by now,” the alien retorted, cheekily leaning his independently mobile erection slightly into her thigh to make his point.
“And there’s no question I want you… but I can hardly accept an offer to be queen opposite anyone who’s acquaintance with me routinely involves tying me up, rendering me unconscious and threatening my life,” she Roxanne paused before flippantly quipping, “I mean… I would at least expect to be taken to dinner first or… something.”
“Are you saying you want me to take you on a… date?”
“I’m KCMP’s star reporter. I can’t date a supervillain without seriously damaging my career. Or… not publicly, at least. I’ve busted my ass for too many years getting ahead in this industry to throw it all away for some kind of twisted ‘relationship’ with a career criminal whose favorite hobby is kidnapping me,” she explained matter-of-factly. It came off harsher than she had intended, however, so she added, “No offense. Why, are you looking to make a career change?”
“No!” he countered indignantly. “My purpose in life is to be the Eeevil yin to Metro Man’s yang of Goodness.”
“Well, then where exactly does that leave us?” Roxanne asked, absentmindedly running her hands up and down Megamind’s slender blue arms. It’s just too easy to get comfortable touching him like this, she mused to herself.
“I have no idea,” he answered helplessly, still lying on top of her and starting to bite his bottom lip oh so adorably in thought.
“Ha, the genius is out of ideas? That’s priceless,” the reporter teased. Said genius petulantly stuck out his tongue in retort, which only made Roxanne laugh harder. She couldn’t believe how much fun she was having just lying in bed with Megamind, trading kisses and quick remarks. In spite of the inconveniences that any kind of a personal relationship with him would certainly entail, she couldn’t help but want a taste beyond what she’d currently experienced with him. That was the moment when the infamous epiphany hit the reporter like one of the stylish lightning bolts adorning the blue alien’s suits.