This chapter theme song is completely Lamb's "Gorecki", with minor addiction of Sleepthief's "Kind of Magic". I can't help it. They are my inspirational songs.
"It is not sex that gives the pleasure, but the lover." ~Marge Piercy
Their lips were locked, tongues tangled and small huffs of lust escaping from them. The bed creaked loudly. Their hands clasped; their eyes locked when they broke for air. It was so good to be back together; familiar, safe.
"I love you…" one of them whispered. Which one? Neither knew.
The time stopped only for them. He smiled at her and lowered his head to whisper sweet nothing into her ear. She nuzzled his neck, moaning his name, calling to God; her hand at his back, exploring, digging into his muscles, her legs encircling his waist. Suddenly she was up, sitting on his lap. His hands holding her, setting the rhythm for them. He kissed her neck, shoulders, collar bone; breathing her name, drinking her sweet taste. She was the one for him. Soft, silky-like, heavenly. His Goddess; his Temptress.
They were so close, their foreheads touching. Was there a chance of them being even closer? It felt like they were melting together, molding into one being. It drove the both of them crazy.
Their chests fell and raised in frantic need for oxygen; their lips searched for each other, hands looking for something to hold onto, finding each other.
His palms found her face and cupped her cheeks.
"I'm crazy… I'm possibly the craziest man on the Earth, because I can't live without you… I won't give up on you… I'm addicted to you," he whispered, looking straight in her eyes.
She smiled, feeling one stray tear trailing down her face.
"Funny… because I feel the same…" They smiled at each other.
Suddenly he was beneath her and she lifted herself. He devoured her silhouette with his eyes. If this was their last moment, God forbade it; he wanted to remember her body. Flushed skin, sparkling eyes, swollen red lips… If there was perfection he was looking at it right now.
The way she moved with him, how her body responded to him, how she was influencing him. All they wanted was to be together, like this. Forever…
Later they lay next to each other. Just looking at each other. His head propped on his arm, while she partially lay on her stomach.
"How long have we been here?" Roxanne asked lazily.
"Hmm… let me think… few hours, I think." Megamind sent a glance at the clock on the bedside table.
"Ugh… my family is probably dead worried about me." She abruptly turned on her back and covered her face with her hands. "I don't want to go yet…"
"Me neither." He lay down next to her and moved closer so their arms were touching. His hand found hers and entangled their fingers together. "And to tell the truth we don't have to."
"What about Marie?"
He grimaced at the name. "Brainbots are watching her and Minion is to call me immediately if the witch does something stinky. And I seriously doubt the hero has watched the tapes yet. He's probably still doubting my words and fighting between the trust for her and the distrust, which I stuck into him. At least, I would do that if I was in his place…We should leave in the morning…" The super villain looked at the reporter. Then he brought their hands up above them.
"What are you doing?" she asked him, curious of what was going through his head at the moment.
"I'm… reminiscing," he simply said.
"About what?"
"In high shool I used to think we're too different. That you're from a world so far away from me that I would never be able to reach you… And I couldn't figure out just how to make you look at me. After all… obviously… I was the good looking, incredibly handsome, brilliant…" She punched him in the arm. "Ow!"
"Narcissist." Roxanne laughed. It was so like him she couldn't help but grin toothily. "But you can continue." She rested her head against his shoulder and also watched their arms in the air. Such a contrast.
"… I've lost my muse," Megamind pouted. "So why won't you say something, hmm?"
"… I think I need a shower." She got up.
His jaw went slack. "You're kidding me right? What kind of a response is it, anyway?" He sat up abruptly. "I'm starting a serious heart to heart talk and you…" The blue man looked at her, standing up in the dim light falling through the blinds and he blinked few times. "… you have one fantastic idea." He grinned evilly.
Roxanne blinked few times two before she realized her position and guessed what had just crossed his mind.
"Megamind… no… no… staaayyy." She watched him slowly get up from the bed and sneak up to her She tried to move back. "Mega… Ah!"
He leaped at her, lifting her into his arms and whistling, carried her into the bathroom. She couldn't help but giggle and laugh, trying to get back down.
She couldn't say which was hotter; the water or the heat between them. The water from the shower fell over them, making her mind swim. If it wasn't for him she would fall down. She was dizzy, her muscles stretched almost painfully; she was sure she wouldn't be able to walk straight the next day. But it was so delightful. He held her high, lifting her from the wet floor. How could he find the strength for this? She didn't know. It wasn't the most comfortable position ever, she was sure of it, but strangely it made her feel like one of those actresses in romantic movies. Beautiful, wanted; she had this all with him. She could be helpless in his arms…for he would always hold her like this. It felt so good, this emotion…
She felt him shudder in his own release. She sighed and he let her touch the ground again.
They stayed in their tight embrace, letting water wash over them. He licked his lips and swallowed.
"You didn't…?" he asked. She shook her head.
"But it's okay…just hold me like this…"
And he did, until the water ran cold. Snickering and giggling like a couple of teenagers they left the cabin.
"I'm tired…" she finally said, sighing and snuggling into him.
"Hmm… I find in it a weird pleasure for myself, thinking about how I'd contri-booted to your tired state." He smirked and received another playful punch in the arm.
"Let's go to sleep, mister smarty pants."
Megamind pretended to be offended. "I beg to differ. I'm not mister smarty pants! I'm an incredibly handsome criminal genius and master of all villainy!" He made a pose, which was hilarious, taking he had only a towel around his hips, which naturally fell off him. He quickly gathered the piece of cloth, covering himself again.
"Yes! I remember that," she told him, sitting on the bed chuckling and patted the place next to her. "But I believe even the incredibly handsome masters of villainy need their beauty sleep, hmm?" She raised an eyebrow at him.
He came to her and lowered himself so he could look her in the eyes.
"You think you're so smart, Miss Ritchi? Don't you remember you are in my clutches, not the other way around?" he said in his best super villain tone.
"It could be easily reversed, love."
Their lips met again and their tongues fought for dominance. Roxanne threw her arms around his neck, forgetting the weariness. Megamind moved her further onto the bed. His hand once again traveled to her hip, when…
"What's that?" He suddenly tore himself from her and looked around the room alerted.
"What's what…?" she asked, still in her haze, but soon heard what he'd heard. This sounds like… "Oh my God! My phone!"
She pushed him away and began the search for the device.
"… Where is it…?"
Megamind joined her and looked under the bed.
"Was it in your handbag?" he asked.
"Yes! Where is it? You found it."
"Aha. Under the bed. Any idea how did it got there?" He wore his smug smile once again.
"No idea, now give it to me." She stretched her hand to him, waiting for the bag. But instead, because of the bad criminal he was, he denied her and simply recovered the cell phone from the depths of her bag.
"Ollo? This is Megamind, incredibly handsome, criminal genius and amazing in the bed…uh… ollo Mister Ritchi… yes, she's here… um yes, sorry…" He was now genuinely purple in the face and held the cell phone few inches away from his ear. "It's your father." He gave the phone to her, trying to find a hole and die in.
"Hi, Dad. Yes, he's here... No, I'm not kidnapped… Yes, that's what it meant… No, you can't kill him… No, tortures and bodily harm is also out of question. Dad, is Mum somewhere there? … Yes, I'm fine! No, I'm not drugged. And not drunk. No. Yes. No. No. Okay. I'll call you back…" She sighed. "Okay, I'll see what I can do. No! Is Mum there? Mum! Explain to Dad that I'm not five years old and I'm completely capable of choosing with whom I sleep with! I know he's worried, but…. Okay. Only if' he'll behave… Yes, you better hide those. I love you too, bye." She finished the talk and held her head in her hands. Family… You love them, but sometimes they give you a serious headache. Then she looked at Megamind, who was already under the covers watching her with anticipation.
"You're invited to my parent's home…" she announced grimly.
He suddenly felt that facing a pissed off Metro Man was a piece of cake compared to what she'd just said…
I say a thank you to Karen B. Jones, and Bridget Jones for the idea with the telephone ;]
Can you say... Daddy's girl? ;D
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