Chapter Ten
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Here's a smallish chapter to keep you company while I'm out of town this weekend, readers. Only one review for the previous chapter, but to the wonderful pasty face, you are obviously reading that relationship right. ;) She's a total Dom, and I think on the inside he's a total Sub.
Anyway, hope you all enjoy, and as always, thanks for reading. :)
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Roxanne giggled at Megamind's enthusiasm as he swiftly pulled her out of La Coeur de L'Amant and helped her into the invisible car, closing the door before rushing to the driver's side. She turned off her watch, secure enough now that they didn't need them. She didn't like pretending to be someone else, and she didn't like looking to the green eyes of her lover in a different face.
As he gracefully took his seat and closed his own door, he turned to look at her. Seeing his Roxanne, her watch deactivated, he leaned in for a kiss. "Huh uh, buddy," she said, pushing against his chest to keep him back. "Turn off that watch first."
"I thought you might enjoy this form," he said, surprised. He looked in the rearview mirror, taking in the handsome face and full, flowing hair. "From what I observed of the man, he was considered very attractive by women nearby. You don't like him?
"No, I don't like him." She took hold of the watch face herself, turning until she could see him properly. "I like you. And you're much cuter than he is anyway."
"Cute?" He seemed torn before he became more serious in the dim light. He looked stunned. "No one has ever used that particular adjective to refer to my appearance before."
Her heart ached for him, as usual when he trusted her with these kinds of truths about his life. It ached for the poor little boy he was, alone and unloved, and for the amazing man he had become despite it all. Pushing back the instinct to hold him and never let go, she let her fingers brush his hand, not sure whether to comfort him or let him think for a moment.
In the end, he smiled and took her offered hand. "I'm certainly glad you think so," he admitted quietly. "You're a wonderful female specimen yourself."
Now that the crisis had passed, she felt comfortable lightening the mood with a little humor, amused by his wording. "I say you're cute, and you counter with 'wonderful female specimen'? Oh, your sweet nothings make me weak in the knees," she exclaimed, waving her free hand to fan her face and feigning a swoon.
Laughing, he grabbed her wrist with his other hand to stop her and leaned in for a kiss again, pushing her against the car door. This time she didn't object.
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Roxanne allowed her blue boyfriend to drag her through the false wall of his lair, glancing around to see if Minion was evident at the entrance. "You haven't told Minion yet?" she whispered, a little angry that he was insisting on bypassing his friend entirely instead of just explaining.
"Oh, because you've told so many of your friends about me," he retorted quietly, swiftly pulling her through the garage and to the next door. He visually searched the main lab for the fish, but didn't see him anywhere.
"Friends? When did I have time for friends?" she hissed. "Between my job and supposedly being Metro Man's girl, and all your kidnappings, everyone was afraid to be around me."
"Really?" Could it be true, she was just as lonely as he was? "If I had known, I... Well..." He wanted to say he would have stopped kidnapping her, but he didn' t know if that was exactly true, and he didn't want to lie. "What about your family? Your parents? Have you told them?"
"Look, this is not a competition!" she exclaimed, anger rising in her chest. "Why does it matter who knows?"
"Oh, ho! So you haven't told them!" Neither of them was watching their volume any more, secrecy forgotten.
"I told my sister I was seeing someone, but for your information, no, I haven't told my mother!" Now she was really getting aggravated.
"You should have told her! You're ashamed of me!"
"You know that is absolutely not true, Megamind! And anyway, what would you know about discussing things like this with your parents?"
It was a low blow, and she immediately felt remorseful for saying it, watching his face close off. "You are correct, of course. But I feel confident that I would have told them about you. It can't possibly be that difficult."
"Oh, yes, very easy," she said, voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'll just call Mom up and say, "By the way, Mom, I wanted you to know that I'm letting an alien supervillain tie me up and fuck my brains out on a regular basis! What's new with you?' That will go over very well; it's what she's always wanted for her oldest child."
They stared at each other for a moment, silence ringing around them. She was opening her mouth to say something else scathing, not done arguing yet, when he shoved her up against the wall and crushed his mouth against hers violently, and all thoughts fled her except for yes and more. His gloved hands pushed up her skirt, leather cold against her skin as he grabbed her leg and hooked it up around his hip, fingers groping to confirm her lack of underthings as usual. Satisfied she wouldn't move it back down, he grabbed the sides of her blouse and yanked hard, buttons scattering across the floor as she gasped into his mouth.
He had to relinquish the kiss as he fought with the clasp of her bra, growling in satisfaction as her breasts were finally free and bringing both hands up to them. There was nothing tender in his touch; it was full of frustration and need, anger. His lips claimed hers again, his tongue forcing itself inside her mouth as he roughly pinched the peaks of her breasts, demanding she respond. A cry left her, but she was reaching for his pants, fumbling to get them down. Before she could, his hand lowered and two of his leather covered digits thrust into her channel, the spikes on his gloves digging into her inner thighs. It was all happening so fast, the pain adding to her desire somehow, and then she'd gotten his cock out and he pushed into her, drawing out a sharp yelp as she gripped his shoulders without thinking, points digging into her skin.
He set a vicious pace, slamming her into the wall over and over, and she welcomed it; she loved it when he took charge, and this was the first time that he'd ever really lost control. She grabbed his face, moaning into his mouth, relishing the sting of his spikes on her back where he was holding her too hard. There were no words, just harsh groans, the sound of his still leatherclad hips slapping against her thighs, the wet noise of his flesh sliding in and out of her again and again, almost too fast, the pleasure nearly unbearable. He was like an animal, taking what he wanted from her without a thought to whether she wanted it or not.
"Touch yourself," Megamind commanded, voice rough, and he pushed her hand down between them to rub her neglected clit, her fingers flicking quickly as she obeyed. She broke apart, and he never let up his pace, surging into her harder and harder as she shuddered, her cries high, uncontrolled. As she went limp, he stuttered and stilled, biting her neck hard. A long growl vibrated her skin where his teeth dug in as he held himself as deep inside her as he could, causing her to shudder.
Everything was silent and still for a moment, as he held her up against the wall, face buried in her neck. Still breathing hard, he rested against her before he pulled his head back, kissing her more gently, apologetically. "Roxanne... You drive me crazy," he whispered, rubbing his forehead on hers, his shaft still twitching inside her. "I don't know what came over me. Did I hurt you?"
"No more than I wanted you to," she breathed back, pushing her hands into his collar so she could stroke his neck. "Feel free to do that anytime, it was sexy as hell." He laughed with her for a second, relieved in more ways than one. "I'm sorry, though. I'll find a way to tell my mom tomorrow. I just don't think she'll be happy."
Her fingers on his neck made him hum. He was on the point of kissing her again when their ears were assailed by a womanly scream followed by a clang. Heads whipping around, they found the person they'd originally been looking for staring at them in horror, a piece of equipment at his feet where he had apparently dropped it. Roxanne pulled her blouse together. "Hey, Minion," she said weakly.
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Wrapped up in his cape and sitting in his high-backed chair, Roxanne watched Megamind pacing in front of her.
"I never intended for you to find out this way, Minion," he was saying, addressing the disgruntled looking fish before him who was seated in another chair. "Roxanne and I have been seeing each other for a while. Don't worry, it's not going to change anything." Hearing a cough from behind him, he quickly amended his statement. "Except that we won't be doing e-vil anymore."
"But sir, you love being a villain! You've always said it was your destiny!" This whole situation was traumatizing Minion. "I don't understand!"
"I thought it was, but... E-vil never made me happy the way Roxanne has." He turned and smiled sweetly, and she felt her heart melting. "Besides, we can still work on inventions and plans. They'll just be... less villainous now."
Minion sat quietly for a long while, reviewing the new information. "I suppose I won't have to break you out of prison as much anymore..."
"That's the spirit!" the blue alien encouraged, punching the arm of the gorilla suit.
"Would you mind terribly confining that sort of thing to your private chambers in the future?" The fish looked apologetically at Roxanne. "No offense, Miss Ritchie, but you're not my type."
"The feeling is mutual," she said with a grin.
Suddenly, all the tension in the room dissipated. Minion hopped up from his seat and put his arm around Megamind's shoulders, chuckling. "Well, welcome to the family, Miss Ritchie. I had some cleanup to attend to, so I'll leave the two of you alone."
She watched him head to his task with an air of contentment, an Megamind helped her out of the chair. "There. That wasn't so bad."
"Are you kidding? That's the fastest turn around I've ever seen!"
"Well, he's basically happy as long as we have something to do," he explained. He turned to her and pulled at the cape she was still clutching, leaning in for a kiss.
"Is that bath still a possibility?" she asked as their lips parted.
"Absolutely." he purred.
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Two weeks in and Wayne was starting to feel like something was amiss. He really liked Cherry. Sometimes he even thought he loved her. When they were together, it was heaven, even when she was yelling at him.
Especially when she was yelling at him.
He had kept to his word. Moving forward with care, he hadn't done more than kiss her, and that was at her instance. He held her hand, put his arm around her, but he wanted her to experience a slow blossoming with a man she could trust.
But could he trust her? No matter how much he liked her, there were certain things that bothered him. She never wanted to see him on the weekends, for instance, only on weekdays, only before three o'clock. She never elaborated on why, no matter how many times he asked. When he offered to take her to work, she refused so quickly it made his head spin, giving him the explanation that she liked to keep her work and her personal life separate.
Something just seemed off to him. He could put it aside when he was smiling at her in front of a painting at the museum or laughing with her at the movies, but when he was alone, it nagged at him. What was she hiding? Why would she be hiding anything at all? He considered following her to work, but was hoping it didn't come to that.
As it turned out, he didn't have to. On a Tuesday, the fifteenth day after the night of their first date, right around two fifty in the afternoon, he found an article on the front page of the Metro City Times that cleared up a few things, much to his displeasure. He decided he'd had enough of polite beating around the bush and flew off to her apartment.
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TBC! :)