Disclaimer: Megamind is not mine ;A;
So in my own little world of imagination, I don't see Megamind ever really having direct skin-to-skin contact, and to me someone who's never been touched before (and never expected to ever be touched) would be very panicky about it. That's pretty much all I have to say xP Enjoy!
If there was one thing Minion was, it was observant, so when the fish settled the hover bike down on the floor of the lair (being extra careful not to accidentally nick the invisible car) and switched it off he was immediately aware of something that made him intensely wary.
Megamind was snickering.
'Oh, what is Sir up to now?' he wondered as he started across the cold concrete floor, glimpsing his boss's skinny frame as it moved between the large storage shelves loaded with boxes. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance when he noticed several of the boxes he'd spent hours neatly labeling and placing weren't in their correct places, and went about reorganizing them as he called out loud, "Sir, please put the boxes back in their designated spot when you are finished with them… and what are you laughing about?"
He yelped in surprise when he pulled one of the boxes down to find wide, innocent eyes staring at him from the other side.
"I surely do not know what you are talking about, my fishy friend! And why must they have their own spots? I always remember where I put things!" By the time he had finished he had rounded the corner of the shelving, gesturing up towards his large blue head with one hand and a smirk on his face.
"I know, Sir, but I don't, and you send me to fetch pieces all the time while you're working."
He looked ready to retort, but instead paused and fingered the dark strip of hair on his chin, "Hmm, yes, I suppose that does make sense." He threw his arms up in defeat, "Fine, I'll follow your little system… for now, until I can think of something better!" And then he was sauntering off toward his work table, a half completed Brainbot chassis snuggled amongst several metal and electronic pieces he'd already pulled out of the boxes.
The two of them worked in silence after that, and it wasn't until Megamind finished detailing the last bit of flair on 518's new body that he turned and asked for the time. Minion squinted across an expanse of the lair to read the tiny red lights of their clock.
"It's just past nine 'o clock sir. May I ask why?"
A low grumbling answered him, and he watched as Megamind placed a hand on his stomach with a sheepish grin.
"Oh, we missed dinner! I guess I got too carried away trying to salvage your leathers to notice," and he smiled as the blue man just laughed, agreeing that they both got a bit too distracted. "Shall I go out and fetch something with the holo-watch, Sir?"
"No, no, you stay here and see if you can do anything with them, I'll go get us something. Maybe that bakery on 10th is still open!"
"Sir, you need to eat actual food, not just sweets!"
"But Min-yoooon! Donuts and cake are so much better than everything else!" He countered, twisting his head down to look up into Minions eyes with a look of hope.
"Oh… fine," he paused at Megamind's whoop of triumph before continuing, "but only if you get actual food as well!"
"Of course!" He snapped his fingers, and suddenly two Brainbots were there, helping him into his customary black and blue suit and a pair of old, tattered boots. "No gloves?" He pouted, and sighed at the Bowg Bowg he got in response.
"Sorry, Sir, but this is the only pair of gloves at the moment, I hadn't gotten the time to make a back-up pair since the older ones caught fire."
He sighed again, but this one was much more theatrical and he rolled his eyes and heaved his shoulders, "Fine, but that's top priority. Now," he held one hand out, palm upward, "where is my cape, Minion?"
The fish— mechanical body and all—froze.
"Did you leave it on the back of the hover craft?"
A tiny, nervous laugh greeted him, "Well, sir, not… not exactly. You see, I kind of maybe… sort have… well, you see…"
"Spit it out, Minion!"
"Miss Ritchi grabbed it in her sleep and I didn't want to wake her after what happened because she needs rest and she was holding it too tight to get so I just sort of left it there with her," he rushed out all in one quick spurt, and flinched when he noticed Megamind's brows lower.
"You left my cape? With our hostage?" His arms sputtered about in the air beside him.
"I figured I could just send a Brainbot over to collect it tomorrow morning, Sir."
"But what if she doesn't give it back! What if our hostage holds my cape hostage? Or what if… Minion, what if she ruins it out of spite?!" He clutched at his face in sheer horror at the thought.
"Oh, I don't think she'd do that Sir! … Sir?" He watched as his boss turned swiftly on his heels and marched back towards the hover bike, his metal feet clicking against the floor as he followed. "Sir, where are you-"
"I'm going to get it back, of course!" He interrupted, swiftly mounting the bike in one fluid movement. "I refuse to leave something of mine in the hands of another!" He machine roared to life beneath him, and he paused briefly as he ascended.
"Oh, and could finish up 518? I already installed his personality; he just needs a power core. I forgot to grab one after you came in, earlier," and then he was flying forward through the fake wall.
"Of course, Sir!" He called after, his shoulders slumping a bit. 'Oh, I feel so bad… at least 518 is all fixed up, though,' and he turned and walked down an isle of shelving, and then suddenly he knew why Megamind had been snickering.
He rolled his eyes with a chuckle, previous sadness forgotten as he beheld his boss's antics.
The box that was once neatly labeled 'Brainbot Power-cores' sat before him, but the bold print had been hastily scribbled out with a black marker and replaced with 'Braaaaaaaaains' in red in Megamind's lilted cursive script.
'Oh, Sir…'
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Good evil lord was he cold.
He rubbed at his arms as he slipped through the balcony doors into Roxanne's dark apartment, cursing his lack of gloves and cape and the sudden drop in temperature as summer came to an end. Shoving his pale fingers into his armpits, he crept forward and stared down at Miss Ritchi where she slumbered blissfully unaware. 'It's been hours! Minion must have used far too much gas if she's been out this entire time… ooooh, that fish!'
It only took him a second to see that her fingers were indeed tangled in the softness of the silk, and he sighed. 'Minion was right, she probably does need to rest after almost dying…' a shiver suddenly wracked his entire body, and he frowned. 'I need something to warm up,' and with a though he raised his eyes up toward the kitchen and his lips pulled up into a smirk. "Well, don't mind if I do, Miss Ritchi!" He whispered before skipping towards the open kitchen to raid her cupboards mischievously.
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He hadn't heard her waking up. He hadn't heard much of anything after he had fixed himself a steaming cup of tea—True Blueberry flavor, he'd chosen it with a quiet laugh— before losing himself to his thoughts halfway through it.
He hadn't really come to terms with the fact that she really had almost died earlier that very day, and suddenly as he sat there thinking everything over, he found himself feeling… sad. A life of villainy without Miss Ritchi there to kidnap and banter with did not seem like a very enjoyable life at all. Not that his own life would continue if such a thing were to happen, he mused, sure that the muscle-bound hero would most definitely seek revenge if an accident did take his sassy girlfriend away from him.
And then suddenly there was a small gasp, and he found himself looking into the widened eyes of said sassy girlfriend.
They just continued to stare in silence, seconds ticking by, before she rose one delicately sculpted eyebrow and shot out, "Oh, yes, please Mr. Frequent-Kidnapper, just make yourself at home," sarcastically.
He scoffed in reply, pushing himself away from the island counter with a roll of his eyes as he started towards her, "I'm a super villain Miss Ritchi— I don't need your permission to make myself comfortable!"
"And just what, exactly, is our cities resident super villain doing in my house," she bit back, struggling to kick the towel off her feet before she stood as well, marching around the red sofa to confront him.
"I came to retrieve what is mine! Now," he shoved one hand out toward her, and he noticed her eyes suddenly focus on his long blue fingers with surprise, "give it!"
The surprise quickly changed to curiosity, and suddenly her own hand shot out in an attempt to grab at his. He almost yelped as he snatched his arm back to his chest, backpedaling into the island as he retreated. 'What was that? Is she trying to hurt me?!' He relaxed slightly when he noticed she wasn't following after him.
"Wait, give you what?" She questioned, hands settling on her hips.
"My cape!" He all but shouted, pointing at her with narrowed eyes— 'I won't let her intimidate me!'— before he crooked his fingers at her in an impatient gesture. "Take it off!"
Her brows furrowed in confusion as his words sank in, and she cocked her head to one side and repeated, "Cape?" Another impatient wave of his arm had her raising her fingers to her chest, and she started when her nails clicked against the metal clasp at her clavicle. "Why… why am I wearing your cape?" She exclaimed, the pads of her fingers brushing against the high collar, spikes, and soft silk before she rounded on him again with an accusing glare, "What did you do?!"
He flinched at the growl in her voice, both hands shooting up in a show of peace and he slowly started to slide along the kitchen counter, "You don't… remember what happened this afternoon, Miss Ritchi?"
"Afternoon?" She parroted.
"The old docking warehouse…?" He pressed.
He watched her face scrunched in concentration, her unwavering gaze still suspicious as she let her mind turn in on itself, trying to recall the day's events until, "Oh!" Suddenly her expression slackened, and her blue eyes softened as she pressed one palm against her mouth. "I… I almost… and you…" the hand moved, and her fingertips slowly ran along her lower lip as her eyes began to well with tears.
"No! Stop! Miss Ritchi, I FORBID you to cry!" His voice cracked slightly as he remembered what happened on the docks, and he backed himself around the kitchen island just to have something solid between them.
Instead she tittered airily before wiping at her eyes with a scoff, "Sorry, but it's kind of a normal human reaction to, you know, almost dying. That's not really an everyday thing."
He was about to open his mouth to argue when she continued, "Oh, please, I know you had no intention of actually hurting me despite everything you threatened me with. Even today, you said I was going to swim with the fish, but when I actually did go under you… you saved me."
Another moment of silence passed between them, and then suddenly she seemed to make up her mind as she started towards him with a purposeful stride, only to pause when she saw him noticeably recoil when she raised her arms. "It's… I… I'm not going to hurt you."
He peeked up at her through his arms—both raised up to protect his head—wearily. "You-You're not?"
"No! I… I wanted to Thank you."
There was a look of wonder on his face as his arms lowered, and then he grinned, "Well can you blame me? All other instances involving you approaching my person usually end up with me in pain." He rubbed on hand over his jaw in reminiscence.
She giggled, smiling softly in return as she shook her head, "Well all the other times you deserved it. I was going to hug you… again… but I vaguely remember you panicking?"
He shrugged, his arms up in the air as he retorted with sarcastic humor, "What can I say, Miss Ritchi? While I am well aware of my incredibly handsome vi-sauge," he threw her a well-practiced smirk that she responded to with a huff of amusement, "my pure evilness has always kept others at bay. People don't exactly line up down the street for a chance to touch me," his countenance switched then, easily transitioning into a pitiful pout, "The only person willing to throw themselves at me is your muscle-headed boyfriend."
He couldn't hold the expression long, though, as she laughed at his antics, and soon he found himself smiling back at the woman that stood a few feet from him, completely relaxed.
Of course, that didn't stop him from automatically stepping back when she took another step towards him.
"I appreciate the thought, but I really am not used to touch, so your hugs are a bit too much," he sighed at the truth, and she looked thoughtful for a moment before holding of her hands out.
"How about a handshake then?"
'A handshake?' he pondered curiously, a bit disappointed in such a formal reward, but at the same time he knew it was safe and his own arm reached out in turn, "I suppose it shall do for now, Miss Ritch—EEEEEEEE?!" His sentence turned into a high pitched screech of surprise as their hands came together, the foreign softness and warmth of her skin on his immediately reminding him of the fact that he wasn't wearing gloves.
He forced his breath to stay even and quelled his want to rip his hand away from her as she stared at him in first in surprise at his outburst, and then in understanding when her blue eyes focused once again on his lithe blue digits, before softly inquiring, "Is this the first time someone's touched your skin?"
"No!" He bit out defiantly as he stiffened.
"Maybe," he quickly followed, his eyes darting down to stare at the floor.
"… Yes?" he finished softly, eyes uncertain when they rose to look at her again.
Roxanne just smiled sadly—'I can't imagine what it must be like'—before gently tugging his hand a bit closer to her, her curiosity getting the best of her as she twisted his arm so she could gently run the fingers of her second hand across his palm as she examined it. She felt him shiver slightly at the touch.
"Is it too much?" She asked, her eyes widening when she glanced back up to notice a dark purple hue on his high cheekbones. 'Is he BLUSHING?' That thought alone— of the Great Megamind, the Master of All Villainy, flustered and blushing as she held his hand— was enough to make her snicker.
"Yes. No. Maybe? I don't know. Can't stop thinking." He prattled quickly, and she released his hand slowly, watching as he just continued to stare at it as several emotions flitted across him face.
"Perhaps you should… sit down?" She suggested, and he nodded and he whispered to himself beneath his breath as he brushed past her to walk back into the living room and plop down onto her sofa. She followed at a slower pace, gently pulling his cape up over her head after she caught her reflection in her balcony windows, amused by the fact that it was so comfortable she hadn't even realized she was wearing it.
He jumped when she set it on his lap, finally coming back from wherever he had let his mind wonder as he blinked down at the reason he had ventured here in the first place.
"Today was full of firsts for you, wasn't it?" Roxanne asked lightly, brows rising when he turned those bright emerald eyes up towards her, the question obvious. "First hug, first actual handshake, first heroic act," she felt her own cheeks heat up slightly as she tapped a nail to against her lips, "first kiss?"
His jaw unhinged in shock before his entire face colored brilliantly, and he waved his arms about as he reasoned, "N-No! That wasn't a kiss! You needed air!"
She hummed in agreement, "Yes, I suppose you're right." And suddenly a wicked thought was crossing her mind as she observed him flailing about nervously on the cushion before her. 'It IS a perfectly acceptable form of thanks… especially in regards to life-saving... Oh, I wonder how he'd REACT.'
He failed to notice as she bent forward.
The soft touch of one of her hands on his cheek caused him to freeze, his eyes opening wider than they ever had before.
The silken press of her lips against his cheek had him sucking in as deep of a breath as his lungs could handle.
And when she pulled away to look into his eyes and whisper 'Thank You' to him once more, the words filled with more gratitude and sincerity than he'd ever received in his entire life up until that point…
He fainted.