Lord Monkey Fist, or as he was known to Betty, Lord Monty, felt the oh so familiar longing for a mate, and the longing for its natural and rational conclusion. It would seem that Betty was willing, as they had shared a very close and intimate moment over lunch.

He wasn't a man...well man-monkey to go partying in discos or do other outlandish night activities. And while as a younger man he had enjoyed his Bourbon, Liquor, and all kinds of booze, his taste buds had refined over the years, making him not too much of a fan of the disgustingly cheap drinks available at local bars.

But that wasn't important right now, for the high emotions felt by him, Lord Montgomery were intense as they could be. He had pushed her gently into the fast car of his, their bodies growling and pushing against one another and he had told the driver, which he had assigned to wait, to head straight to his Chateau. He figured if Betty thought the restaurant had been exuberant the big mansion where he lived would leave her absolutely astounded.

As the speedy car roared across the roads in the direction of the Chateau, Betty and Montgomery explored each other's body, feeling and touching themselves in manners that wouldn't be appropriate neither to a Lord, nor to a High Ranking member of a Secret organization.

Although their kisses weren't tongue ones, and they just explored each other with intensity through their upper clothes, not doing anything indecent, Monty too much of a gentleman not to, and Betty unsure of herself, the relationship was making both of them crave more. The automobile was luxurious not only in speed but also in space size, so they had plenty of room to do whatever their hearts might desire, the possibilities of doing it in the fast moving vehicle, not to mention the undeniable fact of the motion and rumbling of the powerful engine, made it an uneven and bumpy prospect.

They couldn't wait, then to arrive at the Chateau. The tour of the house could be scheduled for later, Monty had his sights on the enormous bed in his bedroom. Throughout all the kissing, though he couldn't deny that his thoughts were flashed back to other...womanly touches he had had over the years.

It was quite a non gentleman thing to do, compare the current woman being kissed to another ones he had had relationships with earlier...but he couldn't quite avoid it. He had to admit though Betty's soft lips were among the best he had ever had, and her arms, wrapping themselves across his body. His body felt soft, not like how he had been some months ago...he shuddered, that hadn't been very nice. Being aware of everything, but not being able to move...not to mention the itches in the most uncomfortable of places.

The two touched themselves feeling closer and closer to one another. Betty hadn't had a mate in so long, and Lord Montgomery was no different. They felt this very intense feeling in between their hearts. Betty had to admit, she had liked the lunch, which had been delicious, but she had liked the man even more. Montgomery was a true gentleman, a true educated fellow who respected her boundaries.

Not that it would seem that way with the way she was being touched, but the touches felt good and she didn't want them to stop. They were still over the clothing but she had a feeling they wouldn't be, in a very soon amount of time.

Lord Montgomery felt himself almost bust, as his heart figuratively increased in size. Despite the awkwardness of the first encounter, they had had an excellent second encounter, and now they were in the way to a relationship. Lord Betty grinned as she took the kisses and kissed back. She never would have thought things would move so fast, but here they were, moving at a more than steady speed.

The Chateau was already in sight and they momentarily stopped to appreciate the large build of it. Lord Montgomery gave his hand to the lady he had spent the last minutes of his life kissing, directing her directly to the entrance.

She observed the things as they walked, amazement on her eyes...as she had predicted Lord Monty was loaded...full of cash to burn...but she didn't care for that. They directed to themselves to his bedroom, where the night had been undoubtedly leading them.

Betty sat down at his bed, bouncing up and down slightly in the comfortable mattress. The bed was made, Lord Montgomery having predicted a possible relation and having done it. He slowly looked at her, they were close, closer than he had been to a woman in a long time, so he hoped she wouldn't run when he showed her his...peculiarities.

She smiled at him, encouraging him as they sat side by side, he had always loved his bed, so so comfortable, and today was the moment he had been longing for. He slowly removed his glove, unsure of her reaction, but hoping for the best. She stared at the removal of the gloves, and looked at the monkey paws he had. An "Oh" look on her face, as her mouth opened in the shape-

Betty was a pretty smart woman, she was putting two and two together. She was the leader of an organization dedicated to stopping super villains and there was one which was monkey related. Monkey Fist.

She, aware of his real name of Montgomery Fiske saw the anagram, and she wondered how she hadn't seen it coming a thousand miles away. Lord Mont...well Monkey Fist observed her with a curious look on his eyes, awaiting her reaction. She knew they were opposites...and she would have to stop him eventually...maybe even now.

Montgomery looked at her awaiting a reaction, seeing her without one he put one of his hands...one she could feel the fur in, against her cheek. He slowly went in for a hug and she allowed it.

Betty was unsure of what to do...sure she had only interacted with him once or twice...but she cared for him, and to learn he was a super villain...well she was unsure of what to do.

Instead of continuing with the kissing sessions she told him, uncertain of herself...

"Look Monty...we need to talk"