This was originally conceived as part of another fic (yes it was originally supposed to be porn) but it just didn't work. So I sat on it for two months before throwing my hands up at it and now bring it to you guys as a drabble. Oh and I should get another chapter of Fathers and Sons up this weekend.
Title : Hoodie (hey look, another overly obvious one-word title...)
Summary : Roxanne buys Megamind some street clothes
Rating : PG
Words: 600
Inspired by this outfit : megamind-movie. livejournal. com/200115. html
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He came out of her bathroom, pulling on the collar of his undersuit nervously.
"Is this... how do I look?" Megamind asked, his blue hands fidgeting. Roxanne looked him over in the outfit she had bought for him.
Skinny dark jeans and his belt with the stylized M buckle. A simple black hoodie with a thick silver zipper. And at the nape of his neck, the very edge of his spandex undersuit peeking out where the zipper rested.
He looked gorgeous.
"You look great," she beamed, walking closer to him. He puffed his cheeks as he took in a big breath, and then exhaled. She ran her hands along his upper arms reassuringly and he placed his hands on her waist.
"It's so thin. I miss my leathers," he confessed with a furrowed brow. "I haven't worn street clothes in a very long time."
"Does it help if I say you look cute?" she teased and the corners of his mouth turned up a very small amount.
"Heroically cute?"
"Heroically sexy," she responded, and he smiled a bit bigger.
There was just one thing left. She rolled his sleeves up a little to expose his bare forearms. Mmmm, now it was perfect. He looked down at his own arms.
"I'm just feeling a bit..." he bit his lip "... exposed here. I'm not used to showing this much skin." He frowned, and nervously rubbed his own forearms with his long-fingered blue hands.
"I think your skin is wonderful. I love to see your skin." She moved back in and nuzzled his nose with her own, wrapping her hands around his waist so they knotted on the small of his back.
"I don't know Roxanne. People will stare... more than usual." He still sounded so nervous, poor thing.
"Look, I wanted you to have something more casual. But if it makes you feel uncomfortable, then it completely contradicts the purpose. You don't have to wear any of it if you don't want to," she said, her face open and honest.
He looked at her for a moment and bit his lip again.
"But you bought it for me. I'm just used to my suits," he waffled, his green eyes conflicted and indecisive.
"I love your suits." She pressed her body against his. "I don't need you to change for me. If you want to wear your suits, then wear your suits. I just wanted to give you another option is all. If you don't like them I will take it back to the store." She looked him right in the eye.
"It's not that I don't like it," he protested. "I'm just not usedto it."
She sighed and smiled at him, her little creature of habit. Oh, he hated to be called predictable but... then she had a mischievous little thought.
"You could wear them just for me," she suggested. "I think you look damn sexy. That way you could try getting comfortable when you're over here and you won't be on display for the whole city."
He pondered that for a moment, then nodded.
"That is acceptable. And I will try to get used to wearing them."
And I will try not to tear them off you, she thought as she sweetly kissed him.
