Roxanne scooted into the backseat of the invisible car, clicked her seat belt on, and began rubbing her cold hands together to warm them. The brief walk from that house to the side street where they'd parked had seemed even colder by contrast of how hot things had been inside. She couldn't wait for Minion to get the heater going. Megamind and Minion pulled their doors shut and the keys jingled as Minion prepared to start the car.

"Oh my gosh is that-" Megamind's voice caught Roxanne's attention and she looked up to see what he was talking about.

"Oh my lord..." Minion followed.

A group of people were heading up the walkway toward the house. Megamind covered his grin with his hand as if to stifle it. Minion's shoulders were drawn up tensely.

"It is him-" Megamind said into his hand.

"Hoo-boy..." Minion remarked nervously.

"It's the Warden!" Megamind glanced at Minion incredulously and laughed.

"Heh, AWK-WARD!~" Minion chimed, rapping his fingers on the driveshaft.

"Is that his wife?" Megamind scrambled around in his seat to watch as the group neared the door.

"Which one?" Minion retorted with flat sarcasm.

Roxanne chuckled silently as she recognized the Warden checking in at the door with a lady on each arm. She had interviewed him a few times after Megamind's various returns to prison.

"Can you believe it?" Megamind spun around to face his friend, hugging his knees as he laughed. "I've never seen him there! EVER! I would never have dreamed that-"

Minion interrupted his master uncharacteristically, "And I would never have dreamed that not only would you invite Miss Ritchie to accompany us to Jayana's, but that we'd all end up going home together!"

"Touche" Megamind conceded, and twisted sideways to look Roxanne in the eyes as he continued, "...I guess dreams do come true."

Roxanne felt the butterflies in her gut flutter out of control as she looked into his devious green eyes and knew she would finally be letting out her pent up feelings for him tonight. ….Feelings that weren't supposed to exist!

"Dreams," she began firmly—it was time to slow down and put things back in perspective, back in their place— "are fun while they last, but sooner or later we have to wake up." she corrected him, and her heart broke to see how his face fell even as he tried to hide it. She carried on in spite of it, "Tonight's been fun-and special," she noticed a bittersweet smile touch his lips as she said the word, "and will continue to be-fortonight," she emphasized, and he looked up to face her seriously. She continued, "After that...things will have to go back to normal."

"...Actions go back to normal..." Megamind repeated, nodding slowly in agreement. Then he turned back around to sit properly in his seat and she heard him speak softly as if to himself, "...but the feelings were always there in the first place."

The words stung Roxanne as they rang true for her as well. She watched the street lights out her window passing by. Could her heart take this one-time romp in freedom? Would it have been easier to never have let it out, to repress her feelings forever? Probably...if only that had been an option.

"Sir, your seat belt..." she heard Minion's gentle reminder. Megamind made no reply other than the click of the belt.

Soon they had parked on a side street near Roxanne's apartment building and we getting out of the car together. Roxanne's mood was slowly lightening up again, and she was trying to focus on how great the night had been up to this point – it should theoretically continue that way, right? She tried to convince herself of that, but her gut was telling her what she was about to do was very different than what they'd been doing earlier. She was getting nervous...or excited, she couldn't tell which.

Roxanne zapped out of her disguise and the three passed into the building and up to her apartment without a problem. Once inside, Megamind and Minion zapped out of their disguises as well. Minion bustled toward the kitchen, but just as Roxanne wondered what he was up to she became distracted by the way Megamind was watching her. He was gazing into her face with a hesitant expression she wasn't used to seeing on him. He must have seen the quizzical look on her face, because he responded.

"Roxanne..." he broke eye contact shyly for an moment before bringing his eyes back to hers, "...thank you. This..." he seemed to hesitate, then ended simply, "...thanks."

"I'm sure you'll give me plenty of reasons to thank you before the night is over..." she replied sultrily.

He laughed and scratched his arm nervously.

Minion approached them carrying two cups of water. "Thirsty?" He beamed.

The two accepted enthusiastically, both glad for a transition away from the tension.

Roxanne remembered her good hostess manners, "Please, sit down!" she offered, gesturing toward the couch. The three of them sat with Roxanne in the middle and she began to wonder what was stranger: inviting her kidnappers over and sitting next to them on her own couch, or getting turned on by feelings she hadn't known she'd had toward Metro City's supervillain.

Minion looked around and admired Roxanne's taste in decorating, "It sure is nice of you to invite us over, Ms. Ritchi." he beamed.

Megamind and Roxanne blushed simultaneously. Minion took in the two of them, sitting next to each other like unbreathing robots, both obviously nervous. It was different at the party, he thought to himself as he watched them. At the party everyone was hooking up, here in her apartment it was just the three of them – for two of whom this was the fulfillment of a fantasy years in the making, with so many suppressed feelings threatening to explode onto the surface. It was like dancing, he thought. It's not hard to jump in and join a crowd when everyone else is doing it, but to get up and show off what you've got when you're the only one dancing in the room and your crush is staring right at you...that's a different story. He looked particularly closely at Megamind, at how he was attempting to regulate his breathing and the look of his eyes when they were looking into Roxanne's – so profoundly vulnerable and so irrationally optimistic. Minion could read him so well, could see every excruciating cue of his nerves and excitement on end. He wondered if Roxanne had any idea how much this meant to his master. Suddenly Minion felt protective, felt the urge to step in and stop everything until he could be sure that Roxanne would treat his master well and not hurt his fragile feelings, exposed to her for the first time. He knew though that Megamind would be hurt and angry to no end if Minion were to do anything to stop what was already in motion. He would have to let things play out. If he ended up being a shoulder for his friend to cry on for days or weeks to follow, so be it. He couldn't get in his way. It had never been like Megamind to walk away from something just because he knew he would lose, and it wasn't for Minion to stop him now. He would love his friend enough to let go, even when his better judgment saw the warning signs. This meant too much to Megamind...something so temporary should never mean so much.

Minion sighed. "You know, I just remembered, sir...we haven't called in the brain bots from their posts. I'd better go do that." he smiled at Roxanne, "If you'll excuse me, I'll just be on the balcony for a while." He activated the human disguise again before stepping out onto the balcony, giving them some privacy.

Megamind shifted with nervousness and excitement when they were alone. He had been making out with her at the party, but after the drive over and now seeing each other face to face in their actual forms, being alone together...it thrilled him and scared him to death at the same time.

"You said you wanted this to be special," she began, "...so tell me what would make this special for you." she brushed her bangs back and surveyed the slender blue freak that had been kidnapping her for years. He really was attractive. She could finally admit it to herself. His meticulously trimmed goatee, his passionate green eyes, the shape of his lean face and body. She had never seen him so nervous though. He looked immensely excited, but without his usual air of over-inflated confidence. Tonight, he was sharply aware of his own vulnerability and seemed to accept for once that he didn't have total control of the situation.

He looked into her eyes and paused, getting his nerve up. Finally he spoke, "...are you really willing to kiss me like this? Blue and all? The big-headed villain from the newspapers?" she could hear the doubt in his voice.

She leaned in to show him rather than tell him, and when she heard him catch his breath at her approach she knew it would be best to do this slow. Perhaps as slowly as possible...that would be fun.

So she slowed down and opened her eyes again to watch his own as she leaned in very, very slowly, bringing their mouths closer. When he realized what she was doing he shivered and watched her, waiting. She passed one hand gently up around his neck to cradle his head from behind. He followed her example and slid an arm around her waist, swallowing and breathing heavy. The bangs of her hair were brushing his forehead now as her lips came excruciatingly close to his. He could feel her soft breath on his face. He closed his eyes, and her lips pressed into his.

A kiss could be a kiss, Megamind thought to himself: a warm, wet symphony of sensitive lips, silky mouths, and nimble tongues; and so often it had been. At the club, in his human disguise, it had always been that way. Yet here with Roxie, in their true forms, it was different. Whatever bodily sensation there must have been was obliterated by the overwhelming perception of her kiss as the pinnacle of total ecstasy, an impossibly exhilarating release after days and nights and years unmeasured of endless anticipation in his fantasies of her. It was the thrill in his heart at the thought, the very thought of her relating to him in this way – with interest. Finally, he had her attention. He had spent his life under spotlights and interrogation lamps, always the star for everyone but her, feared by everyone but her. Finally, for once, she was taking him seriously. A pride welled in him unlike anything he'd felt before. He had respected and admired her for years...now for the first time, he felt she was returning those sentiments to him. It welled up a confidence in him more genuine than he'd ever known, and made him feel strong inside and out. His erection was swelling along with his pride. He sucked back at her lips as she played his. His mind was void of thought and churning like a kaleidoscope of transcendent gratification.

Roxanne worked his mouth with her own as they slowly eased back into the rhythm they'd had going at the club just before they left. His movement was the same, but the feeling was different. His trimmed goatee scratched her chin lightly, and as she caressed his head she felt the sharp incline on the curve of its hugeness. When she caressed his cheek and ear, she noticed the slight point his ear had. It was different doing this without the disguises. For her, it was much hotter.

Megamind cinched his embrace tighter around her curvy waist, pulling them closer to each other. He licked her lips softly, and she split them for him, but he wouldn't slide his tongue in yet. He continued licking across her lips in small, delicate laps from one end of her mouth to the other, and sucked on the corners of her mouth. Then he pushed his tongue on just the edge of her mouth, just barely letting it slip between her lips. He fucked her lips softly and slowly with his tongue, dipping gently in and out of her lips very shallowly, driving her crazy. Finally she seized his head firmly and forced her own tongue into his mouth, groping the insides of his cheeks, his teeth, his tongue. He was still (though not silent) as she worked her tongue on every part of his mouth she could reach. When she let up for air he pulled her to him tightly, and they held each other panting. She pulled him to her in return, her hands clawing his back as she caressed him.

As they reeled a bit in the emotion of living out their fantasy together in their real forms, he whispered in her ear as they embraced, "That's exactly how I want to fuck you, Roxie: I want to build the passion until you lose control."

She seized him closer to her and drew her mouth up to his ear. He waited for her to whisper to him, but instead felt her tongue sliding on the cartilage of his ear. It made him shiver, and she took his earlobe into her warm, wet mouth and sucked it. "...Then the feeling it mutual." she finally whispered back to him, and slid her hot tongue into his ear. He clawed her shoulders with his fists.

They made out with each other's face, neck, mouth...groping and squeezing their bodies together as their passion crashed onto the other.

"How long have you been wanting to do this?" she queried him, rubbing the back of his giant blue head as she locked her gaze on his fiery green eyes.

"For a few hours..." he rubbed his palms over her round hips as she straddled him.

"A few hours!" she protested, offended, "...well, I for one have been wanting this for years!"

"Fucking you on your own couch was not something that had occurred to me before tonight—surprisingly-so I was thrilled when you invited us to your place." he started grinding his pelvis against hers.

"But when did you want...you know..." she stammered. She hoped she hadn't been alone in her desires all these years.

"When did I want you?" he clarified. She nodded. He ran his hands from her hips up her sides and to the sides of her breasts, though he didn't round her chest to touch them yet. He kept his hands on her sides and caressed her, making her hunger for his touch there. He thought for a moment. "...It would have to have been...6 years ago. It started when I saw your report on that factory down town. You were so worked up about it..." he emphasized.

She shot back defensively, "Well anyone would be worked up about it! They were dumping sludge into the bay! And they were denying the workers their breaks and firing anyone who challenged them! The place was just a rat's nest of corruption! And the way they were paying off the investigators-"

He stopped grinding her and took her by the shoulders, "You see? That's exactly what I mean! Look at you. You get so fired up about the people, and the planet, and justice...I love it! You just-"

"Wait," Roxanne squinted at him, "You. Justice? You get turned on because I fight for justice?" his face froze as a blush swept into his cheeks. Roxanne peered at him, "But you're the villain?"

"Well..." he struggled to look unaffected, which only made the tension more obvious, "...every villain loves a good challenge, right? Especially a super-villain genius like me!" He tried to cover up his nerves with the boast.

"...I think you like justice." she accused, and took the deepened blush in his cheeks as confirmation.

"That's ridiculous!" he insisted, sitting up straighter and nearly causing her to slide off his hips.

"...I think deep down, if you could give up this villainy business, you'd make a good hero yourself." she looked into his eyes and spoke with velvety sincerity.

His knee-jerk protest was smothered by the sexiness of her voice. He tried to calm down. "The only hero I'm going to be is the one who 'saves' you from sexual frustration tonight." he cooed, and seized her arms again and pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss.

She scooted up to position herself more squarely over his hips again, and he resumed grinding her as he fondled her tongue with his own. She leaned into him and he laid back onto the arm rest of the couch, pulling her on top of him.

She broke the kiss, and he moved his hands down onto her breasts and began kneading them. Her breathing deepened and she rolled her head back euphorically. He brought his thumbs and forefingers to her nipples and rolled them gently.

"I think you like being that kind of hero," she moaned as he worked her.

He smirked as he watched her face contort with pleasure. "-But am I being the hero, or the villain? You must admit that if you're looking to be saved from sexual frustration, I'm actually causing it right now, not saving you-" he chided.

She moaned and hung her head to rest her forehead against his. He slid his hands back down to her hips and pushed them down onto his to grind her harder, leaning up to brush her cheek with kisses as he did. "And I won't-" he whispered in her ear between soft kisses, "-be saving you with that sexual release for a very, very long time-" he slid his hands over her butt and squeezed, then slid his tongue behind her earlobe. She gasped as he licked all over her ear and quickened the pace of his grinding.

After grinding and kissing and fondling each other for as long as she could stand, Roxanne finally broke. She moved her mouth to his ear and whispered to him, "I need you so bad, I need you to fuck me, right now..."

An evil smile spread onto his face. "...wait just a little longer, Roxie..." he taunted.

She pouted, but obeyed. She nestled down onto him again, riding out his humping. He nuzzled into her hair and kissed and sucked her neck. She moaned and clenched his shoulders. He traced a single finger down her back, all the way over her hips, brought it down her butt between her legs, then pushed in until he was teasing at her anus from above her clothes. She clenched her teeth, "Megamind! Now! If you don't fuck me now I'm leaving to finish the job myself!" she snapped in frustration. The threat was empty but she was desperate for more satisfying action.

He moved his hands to his lower torso and obediently unzipped his fly. "Kiss me more," he pleaded, smiling into her eyes as he took out his stiff cock. She smacked some sloppy kisses onto his mouth to shut him up and slipped her panties down and climbed out of them. She combed her tousled hair back with her fingers and noticed he was stroking himself as he watched her. She began to straddle him again when he sat up and stopped her, "I want to be on top." he said and stood up from the couch, then nudged her shoulders down until she was laying on her back, and climbed on top of her.

She spread her legs, and he pulled a condom from the black bag. Her excitement grew as she watched his nimble blue fingers tear open the foil wrapper, flip it right-side-up, pinch the tip, and roll the latex down his length. She tucked her hips up toward him eagerly. He positioned himself between her legs, held her leg up with one hand, and used his other to guide his cock to the mouth of her pussy. They moaned in unison as the tip of his cock pressed against her wet, swollen lips.

They looked into each other's eyes and he mouthed the words, "I love you,"

She caught her breath, heart fluttering and mind worrying, "Megamind-" she began to caution him.

"-I know," he interrupted her, "we can't make anything of this after tonight. But tonight-" he leaned in and kissed her cheek softly, "-tonight I get to tell you how I really feel. I'll take that."

"Megamind-!" now she was aching inside, wishing she could pour out to him too, but afraid she wouldn't be able to let go the way he seemed to think he could.

He pressed the head of his cock harder against her pussy without pushing in yet. "Hm?" he invited her to finish whatever it was she couldn't tell him.

"...I love you too." she mouthed back silently. He drew his shoulders in, surprised, eyes wide and searching hers. She caressed his cheek.

He watched her thoughtfully for a while, their bodies pressed together, each feeling the other's breathing. Finally he kissed her mouth gently. "...Then this really will be special." he whispered.

He pressed harder on her, and she felt the tip of his cock pressing inside her. She winced in pleasure. He held there, savoring her desire for him, then slid in slowly the rest of the way until the heat of her wet body overwhelmed the entire length of his shaft and he sucked in his breath sharply, letting it out with a sigh. He released her leg, which she immediately wrapped around him, and he slid his arms under her to embrace her shoulders. She circled her arms and other leg around him until she was hugging him to her with all fours. Cheek to cheek, he nuzzled his head against her, laying still inside her while the overwhelming ecstasy of penetrating her reeled through him. She drug her fingers on his back and arched under him, kissed his face and breathed her aching desire in heavy exhales near his ear. His head spun to think that she wanted him...she wanted him...

He drew out and thrust in his first hump inside her snug, soft pussy. The little noise she made was like poprocks on his brain. He did it again and again until her noises became hushed, heavy breaths puffing out of her as he strummed passion between them. He felt the edge creeping up on him and struggled to focus and cool down, only to feel her warm tongue lapping at his ear and her fingers raking his back with hunger. He fucked her even faster despite himself.

He moved his mouth onto hers and kissed her while they fucked. She opened her mouth and he penetrated her with his tongue, which made his heart leap. He explored her cheeks and tongue with his own while her tight pussy stroked his cock. She ran her hands up the back of his head and tongued him back.

He broke the kiss, "Ride me," he asked. She nodded and he got off her, they winced as the head of his cock pulled out of her, and they switched places. He laid under her on the couch and she straddled on top of him, then carefully sat down onto his rod, the slick condom covered in her juices. Once she had him in her, she steadied herself with her hands on his shoulders and fucked him. She thrusted and humped him and enjoyed the sensations twisting his face. He ran his hands across her arms in a caress, but his arms soon drooped beside his head on the couch as the feelings overtook him and he surrendered to the pleasure she was stirring in them. As she curled her hips rhythmically, she felt the pressure building inside her. She felt his body tensing under her.

She quickened her tempo as his cock stretched her in all the right places. She whimpered as her pleasure built and built. He realized how close she was and reached up to fondle her beautiful bosom as she fucked him.

"Oh yes Roxie, come for me..." he breathed, and rolled her nipples slowly between his fingers.

She whimpered again and pounded against him harder, still fast and strong. He pinched her nipples harder and brought one hand down to his face, licked his thumb, and brought it to her clit. She cried out when he began rubbing tiny circles on her, and dropped herself onto his chest in an embrace as her wet core contracted tightly around him. He kissed her flushed face as she panted beside him, stroked her sweaty spikes of hair behind her ear. He held her gently as she came down from the orgasm, caressing her tenderly and feeling her hot breath on his neck and shoulder.. As her breathing normalized he took up stroking gently inside her again, and she moaned.

When her fingers regained their firm grip on him he took it she was ready for more, and gripped her firmly in return as he quickened his pace. Thoroughly satisfied, she began working fierce, wet kisses onto his neck. The intense pleasure peaked with moments of delicious pain, and he was sure she was leaving marks on him. The thought of it drove him nuts. He wished he could show the whole fucking city that Roxanne Ritchi had given him hickies. He squeezed her tighter and rode out the emotion inside her.

He was pounding her hard and fast. She was letting out a long, steady moan that was choppy from the impact of his thrusts. He meant to caress her hair but it came out as a pull, he held her too tight, he fucked harder than he meant to, he was going crazy and about to blow his load in the girl of his dreams. She clawed back at him, she pumped onto him herself, too hungry to wait for his thrusting, they fucked each other simultaneously.

"Oh Roxanne..." his climax was up in the air, about to crash down on him.

"Megamind..." she echoed, holding his gaze in hers tenderly.

"Oh-!" he winced as he felt the contractions coming on.

She squeezed him to her, "Come for me, Megs," she whispered.

He stifled a yell and curled into her, ramming his last throbbing thrusts into her hot body. Finally his muscles relaxed and he laid loose under her, resting.

He panted on her shoulder as she caressed his head, she touched the sweat on the back on his neck and felt his dick softening in her. She kissed his face repeatedly as they held each other.

Suddenly he squeezed her, "Oh god, Roxie..." he moaned, clinging to her as if afraid to lose her.

She nuzzled her head against his. "You were wonderful...that was amazing..." she said softly as she cuddled him in her arms.

He clenched his fingers on her back, crushing her to him tighter than before. To her surprise, when he spoke his voice was broken as if with tears, "Oh god I don't want this to end, I don't want this to end..." he sounded desperate, panicked. She pulled back to face him and saw his eyes were already puffy with the tears he was holding back. She stroked his cheek and the tears fell down on her hand.

"Megamind..." she found herself feeling weaker at the sight of him like this. He brought his hand up to hold hers on his face and his lip trembled.

She took a deep breath and tried again, "Megamind-"

"-I know!" he interrupted, "I know. I know, we can't. I know. I knew it, I know it...we can't."

He took a deep breath and kissed her. He held her face in both hands and kissed her hard. When he released her he looked her in the eyes, his face somewhat recovered, still cupping her cheeks in his palms. "Thank you, Roxanne. ...I'll never forget this." he swallowed, "-on the inside. On the outside I promise to act like it never happened."

She winced at the irony of their situation. She watched him speechlessly as he carefully removed the condom, knotted it, zipped up his fly, picked up the foil wrapper, and generally got ready to walk out of this magical moment back into the lives they'd led before. She felt helpless.

She got up and pulled her panties on. Megamind went out to the balcony to fetch Minion, who as she had suspected had stayed out there the whole time even though it shouldn't have taken that long to call the brain bots back. She brushed her hair with her fingers and stood up, smoothing down her skirt and taking another sip from that cup of water Minion had brought earlier, which she'd set aside.

She heard their two voices apparently arguing outside on the balcony. She peeked up at them and saw that Minion appeared to be pleading, arms open and palms up, while Megamind looked angry or defensive, fists on his hips. A moment later he collapsed into his friend's arms and sobbed. The clunky robot hands moved over the small blue frame in a gesture of comfort, and after a few moments Megamind stood up straight again and composed himself. The two turned to come inside and Roxanne returned to sipping her water and putting her shoes on, pretending not to have seen and hiding how heartbroken she felt.

Minion thanked Roxanne again for her hospitality, and made his way out. Megamind lingered a moment, unable to break away at first. He and Roxanne stood at the door together looking at each other helplessly, each trying to look stronger than they felt.

"Maybe one day you'll give up being evil...so you can be my hero." she hoped aloud.

A smile tried to creep into his lips at the thought, but the impossibility of the idea crushed the joy before it could fully blossom. "...if only that were possible." he said softly.

"But it is!" she insisted desperately, wishing she could believe her own words.

"...Goodbye Roxie." he said warmly. He sucked his bottom lip in concern and corrected himself, "...Ms. Ritchi."

Before she could reply, he twisted his disguise generator on and was gone out the door. She leaned out and looked after him as he walked away down the apartment hall. When he had disappeared down the stairs, she closed the door, leaned her back against it, and sank to the floor.

For the whole drive back to the lair, Megamind sat motionless, staring at the car's ceiling in silence.

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