When Roxanne comes back down, she looks down at Megamind, who is watching her, staring at her with dark eyes like he's memorizing everything about this moment.

"Hey," she says, smiling and reaching down to tug at the collar of his shirt—god, how is he still dressed— "Hey, come here."

He moves up the bed to lie next to her and Roxanne turns towards him, pressing her lips to the corner of his mouth and reaching out to brush her hand over the front of his trousers and—

Megamind jerks his entire body away from her, sitting up and scrambling away and drawing his legs up, wrapping his arms around his knees and what the absolute hell—

He's breathing too hard, suddenly, too shallow, and he looks like he's close to panicking—

"Hey," Roxanne says soothingly, "hey, it's okay, Megamind; what is it; what's wrong?"

"You," he swallows, throat working, "you don't have to do that."

"Do—do you not want me to?" Roxanne asks slowly. She wants to, obviously, but if Megamind doesn't feel comfortable—

Megamind makes a strangled sound that's something like a very unhappy laugh and presses his forehead to his knees.

"Fucking hell," he says, "Roxanne, you have no idea how much I want you to. But. Just. That isn't a good idea."

And Roxanne—really has no idea what's going on in Megamind's head here, but he still seems really freaked out. But he's still into this, right? The way he's holding his body like that, hiding from her; is he embarrassed? Or maybe he just doesn't feel ready to be touched by someone else?

"You—you could show me, instead?" Roxanne suggests. "You don't have to be shy, Megamind; I'm sure I'll enjoy watching, even."

Megamind gives that choked laugh again.

"Really, though, what is it?" Roxanne asks, trying for a tone of gentle teasing. "I'm not some—delicate little girlish thing. You don't have to be romance-novel-hero-guy and worry about scaring me with your 'throbbing member'".

Megamind looks up at her sharply, blush spreading across his cheekbones, and Roxanne was prepared to explain that reference, but he totally understood it, didn't he?

"You like romance novels?" she asks, grinning.

"Please don't laugh at me," Megamind says in a small voice.

"Why would I laugh at you?" Roxanne asks, reaching out and touching the hem of Megamind's sleeve (he twitches, but doesn't move away). "Obviously, I read them, too. I just—had you pegged as more of a sci-fi kind of guy."

"Some science fiction is okay," Megamind says, watching her face closely. "But I prefer romance. Or fantasy. They're—kinder." He makes a face. "It gets a little strange reading about the glorious defeat of the alien invasion when you—you know—are the alien invasion."

"Huh," Roxanne says. "I never really thought about it that way, before. I guess I just figured you'd like sci-fi since you're, well. Such a nerd."

Megamind gives her a weird look.

"Oh, come on, Megamind," she says, rolling her eyes. "You know you're a nerd."

"I'm not denying the label," Megamind says slowly. "I just—it's sort of—incredible to me—that you apparently see me as that, first, before—that you don't see me primarily as an alien, before anything else." He shakes his head.

"I mean," Roxanne says, frowning, curling her fingers in Megamind's sleeve, "I do know you're an alien. It isn't something that I've somehow failed to realize."

"But I think you may have—failed to consider all of the implications. Of that," Megamind says, eyes on her face, like he's looking for some sort of specific response.

Roxanne doesn't know what he's wanting, though; doesn't know what response he's waiting for. He hisses through clenched teeth in frustration and looks away from her.

"I am—I am telling you—I am not human, Roxanne. There will be no—there will be no 'throbbing member'. With me."

Oh.

Megamind is—correct that this is not something Roxanne has previously considered; she actually feels kind of stupid, now, for not thinking of this earlier.

"That's—that's okay," she says.

Megamind looks sharply at her.

"No, it is not," he says. "This is—miles—away from—okay is not a thing that this is."

"Am I going to hurt you if I touch you?" Roxanne asks.

"What?" Megamind asks. "No. Why—"

"Is touching you going to hurt me somehow?" Roxanne asks.

"No, of course not, that's not—"

"Then I don't think there's anything to worry about," Roxanne says, wrapping her fingers around Megamind's wrist.

"Roxanne—"

She pulls at his wrist, tugging him towards her.

"Come on," she says. "Please? Let me. Please. I want to."

Megamind hesitates, but then allows her to pull him forward, to guide him to lie down on the bed, on his back. She lies down next to him, turns towards him, presses her body against his, curling up to him.

Roxanne rests her chin on his shoulder and kisses his neck, feeling him tremble in response. She rests the palm of her hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat racing, and then begins to unbutton his shirt.

One handed, it takes a while, but that's probably for the best; she doesn't want to rush this and risk Megamind getting scared again. She gets stuck on one of the middle buttons, fumbling with it until she has to laugh at herself.

Megamind gives a quiet laugh, too, breathy and surprised, and reaches up to help her with the button.

"Thank you," Roxanne says, and kisses the edge of his jaw.

Finally she gets his shirt open; she pushes the sides of it, and of his jacket, apart, strokes her hand down over his chest. Megamind feels human enough here: pectorals, nipples, ribcage, navel. She pushes herself up on one elbow. Yes, he looks human, too. Human shaped, anyway; all of his skin is that beautiful, flawless blue. She runs her hand over his chest again, continues down over his stomach until she hits his belt buckle. She taps her fingernail on the M logo, looks down between his legs.

There is something there, certainly, bulging beneath the fabric, rather more of a something than she's expecting, the shape different than what she'd see with a human man, but these are secondary realizations, secondary to the fact that it is moving, small, slight movements, seemingly independent of the rest of Megamind's body, which is statue-still.

Roxanne feels her eyes going wide. This is—going to be way more interesting than she was prepared for. Is it weird that she's excited about this? Surely that's okay, right?

"How in the world do you usually wear skintight clothing?" she blurts out, putting her palm flat against him, feeling the way he moves in response, god that is fascinating.

"—retractable sexual organs; not usually like this," Megamind says in a rush, voice high and tight. "Shouldn't have—wasn't thinking—earlier—when you let me—it was too—"

"Did you like going down on me?" Roxanne asks, rubbing her her hand over the covered shape of him. "Did that turn you on?"

He moves under her palm, tiny little movements that, along with the quiet choking noise he makes, are really answer enough.

"Extremely," Megamind says, voice shaking. "That was—extremely. You letting me do that—I was not ready for that. You are—overwhelming, Roxanne."

"I'm glad you liked it," Roxanne says, undoing the buckle of his belt. "Because you are really amazingly good at it, Megamind." She swiftly flicks open the button of his pants.

"Really?" he asks, disbelief in his voice.

Roxanne looks up at his face.

"Did you not notice how much I enjoyed it?" she asks.

"Was it a lot?" he asks, frowning. "I wasn't sure. I mean, haven't got any data for comparison purposes—"

"Tell you what," Roxanne says, grinning, "I will be happy to provide as much data on that as you like."

"Oh," Megamind says, looking ridiculously excited about that prospect; Roxanne, judging him to be sufficiently distracted, pulls down the tab of his fly and slips her hand inside his pants.

And, oh, skin, he isn't wearing anything underneath those pants, slick skin and movement and Megamind making an inhuman noise in the back of his throat, god. She pushes his trousers a little lower on his hips, wanting to see—

That is interesting: blue tentacles, pressing against her palm and sliding into the spaces between her fingers. They're slick, and something about the way they shine, coupled with their bright blue color reminds Roxanne of candy, somehow, makes her mouth water.

Is that a weird thing to think? Oh, fuck it; who cares.

Her headache is almost entirely gone, after the painkillers and the orgasm, and her stomach is feeling much more settled—

"Can I go down on you?" she asks eagerly, pulling her hand up and letting the tentacles run through her fingers, then pressing her palm back down over them. "I really want to go down on you."

Megamind makes a sound that isn't words. Roxanne glances at his face. His mouth is open and he's staring at her as if she is some sort of scientific impossibility, maybe a miracle.

"That," he says, "that is—not the response—that I was expecting—I—you—you can—you can do whatever you like to me, Roxanne."

And Roxanne's heart flips over at that, at the breathtaking amount of trust implied in do whatever you like to me.

And this is Megamind, Megamind with all his spikes and his smoke and mirrors stripped back, letting Roxanne push his knees apart and settle in between his legs, Megamind lying on her bed with the sunlight coming through the curtains on Roxanne's window and surrendering to her completely: you can do whatever you like to me, Roxanne.

He's pushed up on his forearms, looking down the length of his own body at her, jacket and shirt unbuttoned and falling off his shoulders, belt unbuckled and fly undone, trousers pushed half off of his hips, all blue skin and blue tentacles and bottomless green eyes rimmed with smudged black eyeliner: everything that Roxanne never knew she wanted and had no idea that she could have.

He reaches out a hand and touches his fingertips to her face; he's trembling; she can feel it, and Roxanne has never before considered that she might be able to make Megamind's hands shake. She covers his hand with her own and presses it to the curve of her cheek. Megamind shivers and Roxanne guides his hand to the back of her head, waits until he's tangled his fingers in her hair, and then leans down and licks over the tantalizing blue tentacles.

Her subconscious is still thinking candy, but she is nevertheless surprised when he really does taste sweet. That's—

She licks him again, tongue flat, trying to taste as much of him as possible. Megamind moans.

Yes, definitely sweet; not the simple sugary taste of candy, but lighter than that, more alive. Roxanne puts her lips to the side of one of the tentacles and sucks gently. Megamind gasps for breath; the tentacles all pulse and then go still again. Roxanne drags her tongue over him again; is he trying not to move the tentacles? She slides just the tip of her tongue over a single tentacle; it pushes up against her tongue as if it's seeking more sensation.

She smirks. Thought so. She flicks her tongue teasingly over him in a random pattern; he twitches and hisses through his teeth and tightens his fingers in her hair, but doesn't use his grip to bring her closer, doesn't try to make her do anything, doesn't thrust his hips or move the tentacles at all.

God, if she wasn't hungover and still a little uncertain about her stomach, she would wrap her lips around all of them once and suck him hard until he screamed; she bets she could make him forget himself enough to move then.

Roxanne sucks lightly at the tip of one tentacle; Megamind makes a small noise in response, so she sucks harder, reaching her hand up to play with the rest of them at the same time.

"Oh—" Megamind says.

Roxanne works her way around all of the five tentacles in light little licks until she reaches the tentacle at the top of his sex.

"Oh—ah!—"

She flattens her tongue and licks up the underside of that tentacle, then looks up at Megamind.

He's—he's looking at her, still, watching her with dark eyes and parted, trembling lips, and when she smirks at him and presses a feathery kiss to the tip of the tentacle, he says—

"Roxanne—" in a voice that's ragged around the edges and filled with so much adoration and amazement that Roxanne simply cannot bear to tease him any longer.

She gathers all of the tentacles in one hand, fingers moving against him rhythmically: gripping him harder, softer, harder again, fingertips rubbing over his tentacles.

"Roxanne—!"

Megamind's head falls back, eyes closing; Roxanne twists her wrist and his whole body falls back onto the bed, back arching as he claws at the sheets. Still moving her hand, Roxanne licks around the exposed tips of the tentacles.

Megamind cries out sharply. Roxanne swirls her tongue over the tentacles and he claps his hands over his mouth, muffling the sounds that he can't seem to stop himself from making. She wraps her lips around the tips of them, sucks as hard as she can, and Megamind—

—makes a broken, sobbing sort of noise into his hands as his hips twitch and jerk beneath her, tiny little movements that he's so clearly still trying to control, as his tentacles flutter beneath her fingers and against her tongue, a gush of that sweet-tasting liquid filling her mouth and sliding over her hand.

He shudders; Roxanne feels it, and she licks him one last time and sits up, looking at him with a smile.

Megamind has his arms wrapped over his head now, his hands on the top of his head, his face hidden in his arms—

He gasps for breath, and the sound is still almost like sobbing—what is—

Roxanne looks down: the tentacles are moving still, writhing against themselves even harder than before.

"Did you not—" she begins.

Megamind makes a miserable sound low in his chest.

"—yes—" he says, voice sounding near tears, "—but—again—need—need to again—you don't have to—give me a second and I'll—"

Roxanne crawls up to lie beside him again, presses her lips to his right cheekbone—the only part of his face that she can reach, and slides her hand down his chest towards his tentacles.

The noise Megamind makes sounds more like distress than pleasure, but he turns towards her before she can even really touch him, reaching out for her, one hand sliding underneath her head and into her hair, the other wrapped clutching at her shoulder, one leg thrown over hers as he rolls his hips into her, finally, finally moving for her, grinding against her, riding her hip.

"I love you," he gasps, his face hidden against the curve of her neck. "I love you; I love you, Roxanne; I'm so sorry."

"Sorry?" Roxanne asks, sliding her arm around his waist, underneath his jacket and shirt, finding warm skin,—god, the way he's moving is so fucking hot; the tentacles pushing and sliding against her skin, the hard, relentless roll of his hips— "What are you sorry for?"

"Doing—this—" Megamind says brokenly, face pressed to her neck, thrusting against her hip like he can't help himself, "—being—this—loving you—existing—"

Roxanne's heart twists painfully.

"Shh, Megamind," she whispers, "—shh, sweetheart. No. I'm glad you exist."

He makes a sound that is clearly a sob through gritted teeth.

Roxanne tightens her grip around his waist, pulling him closer.

"I'm glad you exist," she repeats. "I like the way you are."

Megamind makes another choked, sobbing noise; she can feel him shaking his head; Roxanne feels like her heart is breaking.

"And, Megamind—"

Roxanne turns her head, presses her lips to his ear, tells him—tells him—

Tells him the truth.

"—I love you, too."

He doesn't even cry out this time, just gasps and then goes silent, hips jerking against her, body curving around hers. Roxanne kisses his ear and strokes her thumb over his hipbone until he's finished, until he's lying still in her arms, just trembling slightly, and panting for breath, mouth pressed to her neck.

"So," he says, voice uneven. "That was pretty terrible."

Roxanne feels as though—as though the world has been pulled out from underneath her.

"Oh," she says, as Megamind pushes away from her and sits up, turning away from her.

Pretty terrible—was she not—

Roxanne swallows, sits up herself.

"I mean," she says, "I—I thought it was good."

Megamind makes a harsh noise, turns towards her with a vicious suddenness.

"Really?" he snarls. His cheeks are wet with tears; he drags his sleeve over them roughly. "Which part was your favorite? The part where I cried like a pathetic, unstable idiot? Or the part where I humped your leg like a dog?" He smiles bitterly. "Obviously my favorite was the part where you lied to me—thanks for that, by the way. And good thinking. That definitely got things over with quicker."

And Roxanne—Roxanne doesn't know what to do, doesn't know what to say, doesn't know what to—

But he's still smiling that hard, angry smile, and she can't stand it.

She climbs into his lap and kisses cruel shape of his mouth to stop the angry words, until she feels his lips give ever so slightly beneath her own. She pulls away.

"Megamind," she says, brushing her hands over his cheeks, brushing the tears away. "Megamind, I wasn't lying. I'm not lying. I love you."

Megamind growls and catches her wrists, pulls them away from his face. Roxanne doesn't try to fight him; instead she leans forward and brushes a kiss, light and fast, over his lips. He growls again.

"Stop. It." he says.

"I love you," Roxanne says, and leans forward. He turns his head, so she kisses his cheek instead. "I love you." She leans forward once more; he pulls his head back so she kisses his chin. He makes an angry noise.

"You don't need to lie to me any more," he says, voice tight.

"Megamind," Roxanne says, settling back to look him in the face. "What possible reason would I have to lie to you?"

"I told you—"

"And you were wrong about that, too," Roxanne cuts him off. "But I mean right now. Right now, in this moment, Megamind. I love you. What reason would I have to lie to you right now?"

He opens his mouth, and then—

—he frowns, confusion spreading over his face.

Roxanne gives a breathless laugh at his expression, and leans forward to kiss him again. He lets her this time.

"You—you love me?" he asks when she pulls away, sounding so terribly uncertain.

"I love you," Roxanne agrees, smiling at him. She pulls her wrists from his slackened grip and cups his face in both hands.

"I love you," she whispers. "I love you, Megamind."

"Oh," Megamind breathes, and kisses her.

"This—" Roxanne snickers, leaning back against Megamind's bare chest as he's leaning against the headboard, "—this is the worst piece of toast I have ever eaten in my life! How did you—what did that poor piece of bread ever do to you?"

"So much criticism!" Megamind says, laughter in his voice. "I'll have you know that this is the closest I have ever come to making an actual, edible piece of toast! I was quite proud of it!"

Roxanne laughs and Megamind tightens his arms around her.

"I thought you said you knew how to make toast," she tells him.

"I understand the concept," Megamind says. He kisses her neck; she can feel him smiling. "It's the execution that escapes me."

Roxanne holds up the charred toast.

"Execution," she says, "that's a good word for it, all right."

"I try to do something nice!" Megamind says, tone of false outrage ruined by the way he's laughing. "And what do I get? Mockery; nothing but mockery! I'll have you know, Miss Ritchi—"

Roxanne tips her head up backwards and kisses him.

He kisses her back, both of them laughing as he does.

the end.

(notes: the idea of Megamind reading romance novels comes from ladyspock7)