I can't believe I wrote this-wait-yes I can! Megmind was spectacular..I loved it ^.^. And after reading so many wonderful MM fics, I felt the tug to write one of my own...so..here ya go! Hope the characters are not too OOC.
I disclaim Megamind entirely.
*Update: Fixed a few mistakes that were brought to my attention. Thanks again!*
"Popcorn or chips?"
It had been nearly two months since he had defeated Titan, and Metro City's new hero was both content and exhausted with his new lifestyle. Being the good guy was interesting (and fun, he had to admit), but also seemed so much more physically taxing than being the villain.
Then again, he was in the open a lot more, allowing the citizens to grow accustomed to him. As a villain, he had spent a vast majority of his time in his lair, plotting….
Now, his lair was more like a sanctuary, a place to give him peace and relaxation after a hard day of heroic exploits.
And "relaxation" was exactly what he was looking forward to on this particular Sunday evening.
His ears twitched at the sound of Roxanne's voice from what Minion insisted was "the kitchen" (although in his opinion their kitchen seemed more like half-a-laboratory with far too many foodstuffs placed on random shelves next to empty beakers).
He was tired, this day. The past week had seen the first true villainous attack on Metro City since Titan, and, after quelling the threat—rather easily, he thought—he'd insisted on cleaning up the mess himself.
He briefly wondered when he'd become so responsible….
Oh, right…Roxanne.
He smiled. Their relationship (that's what it was now, he assumed), had grown in the past few weeks, and she often came to visit him in these off-hours.
Tonight, like most nights, they opted to watch a movie.
"Megamind?"
His eyes, which had come dangerously close to sliding shut (He'd SO never been this tired as a villain), snapped open at her voice calling louder now.
Right…popcorn or chips?
"Ehhh….whichever is fine…your choice tonight, Roxanne." So tired, that he couldn't even make a decision.
Boy, he felt particularly useless tonight.
"Okay….I'm going with…chips. Hope that's alright, Mega."
He smirked slightly at the shortening of his name. It sounded right coming from her.
Rustling was heard, followed by a sigh.
"Um, Megamind? Is Minion the one who organizes the kitchen? Because I can't reach these things to save my life."
Minion DID have a habit of forgetting his own height in the gorilla-robot suit.
"OH, right, Minion's offline right now, er…sleeping I mean, out of the suit. I'll come get them for you, Roxie…"
He truly did not want to get up. But his damsel was in distress. Such was his duty (and privilege).
As he strode lazily into the kitchen area, the sight that the blue-skinned hero was met with had his cheeks flushing purple, and his eyes suddenly opening wide.
Roxanne was practically climbing the counter-top, reaching in vain for the elusive bag of "Doreetohs".
Her white tank-top pulled up slightly as she reached, and Megamind could not help but notice it.
His eyes grazed down to the edge of her shorts.
And saw the thin, flimsy piece of cloth that stuck out above them. His throat went dry. He tried to swallow, resulting in a choke-like gulp.
"Um…Roxanne? Are you wearing a…a tha-rong?"
The normally conservatively dressed brunette turned to face him from her place atop the counter.
"It's pronounced 'thong'…and yes. Yes I am."
She smiled sweetly at him, as if wearing such an alluring piece of clothing was nothing new to their routine.
But it was.
So far they had kissed, they had hugged, and they had "cuddled on the 'cowch'"…
Roxanne slid off the counter and, with a wag of her finger, motioned him forward.
He was suddenly not so tired.