AN: I actually was not gonna write a follow up to this it just sorta... happened.

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"Is that pink?"

"Actually it's maroon. Pink is usually much lighter."

"I am not wearing pink."

"Megamind," Roxanne momentarily stopped rummaging though her dresser to face her boyfriend, who was perched at the edge of her bed and gripping the comforter with an uncompromisingly horrified expression on his face. "I promise you I will never, ever suggest you wear pink." She held up the questionably colored pair of shorts with scrutiny before casually tossing them back into her drawer. "These would probably be too big on you anyway."

Megamind let out an exasperated sigh and fell backwards against the bed, his legs dangling off one edge of the mattress and his head lolling off the other side. "I still don't see what's wrong with what I'm wearing. I swim in this all the time."

Roxanne shook her head playfully. "I think you'll find the beach a slightly different experience than Minion's little indoor pool." She took his wrist, fingering the thin edge of his leather bodysuit, waterproof leather, he assured her. "The second sand gets stuck in this you'll be completely miserable for the rest of the day. Trust me."

"You know this from experience?" He smirked, pulling his head up just far enough to look at her.

"Not exactly a leather-induced experience, but yes." She smirked back. "Wearing a bodysuit is pretty unnecessary, unless you plan on another impromptu beach trip in the dead of winter..."

"For the record," Megamind jabbed a finger pointedly into the air, "it is impossible to plan an impromptu trip. It goes against the very definition of the word."

Roxanne, who had returned to digging through her dresser at the sound of another blossoming rant, merely hummed in acknowledgment.

"And I thought you said you wanted to go. Since we both have the day off and everything…"

"I do want to go," Roxanne replied. "I just hadn't expected you to bounce in five minutes later in a leather wetsuit." She tossed several rolled up t-shirts onto the bed before reaching to the back of the drawer and pulling out a pair of gym shorts. "I'm guessing lavender is not an option either?"

The look Megamind gave her could've frozen a lake solid.

"Alright, alright, no more pastels." Roxanne laughed before moving on to the next drawer. "I could've sworn I had more bathing suits in here. I kept a bunch I haven't worn since college."

"The selection so far isn't promising," Megamind muttered. "I don't see how a lady's swimsuit is much of an improvement over what I'm wearing." He cautiously eyed the growing pile of discarded clothing Roxanne was accumulating on the bed next to him. "And you are no longer allowed to tease me for being a pack rat! Look at this," he gestured at the pile, pulling out a black and red striped one-piece for inspection. "I thought only gymnasts wore these."

"You learn something new everyday." Roxanne sighed, shutting the last drawer. "I'm gonna check my closet, I might've stashed them there."

"Take your time," Megamind said to her retreating form. Truthfully he had expected to already be knee deep in water by now. Roxanne had a tendency to make his ideas into something much more time consuming than they needed to be.

He nudged another modestly cut swimsuit aside and started to unroll one of her t-shirts, a white one with a large peace sign emblazoned on
the front. Another was a faded yellow shirt and another, curiously enough, bore a Led Zeppelin logo, so worn the letters were barely distinguishable.

"Ha! Found it!" Roxanne exclaimed from the shadow behind her closet door. Megamind was suddenly struck with the chilling feeling that his curiosity might seem a little forward and shoved the Zeppelin shirt into the bottom of the pile, scrambling away from it in what he hoped was a nonchalant manner.

Roxanne didn't seem to notice. She plopped a moderately sized plastic bin next to him before sliding onto the bed herself. "They were buried behind all my high school cheer stuff."

"Pack rat." Megamind smirked.

She stuck her tongue out at him. "At least my sentimental clutter doesn't need an entire warehouse."

Before he could properly defend his more technological brand of clutter, Roxanne had opened the bin revealing a conspicuously bright polka-dotted bikini atop a jumble of polyester and colored straps.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" he asked in a low voice.

She snatched up the bikini top before he could. "What, this?" she asked as innocently as she could, dangling the garment in front of him like a carrot. "I didn't think this was your color, but if you really want it…"

"Not for me," he chided, not entirely sure if she was still teasing him.

"Well then who for?" she asked, unapologetically facetious. "We're shopping for you after all."

"But I don't… it's your bikini, and I just, I'm not really shaped for… This was your idea!"

His babbling only made her laugh. Megamind slumped back onto the bed. Usually making Roxanne laugh made him feel good about himself, but when she was laughing because he'd blundered something it tended to have the opposite effect. And why did she have to be so insistent on getting him to change clothes? She never had a problem with what he wore before.

"Oh, c'mon, don't be like that," Roxanne sighed once her giggling had tapered off. "Here, this is what I was looking for in the first place."

She was holding up a pair of stiff looking shorts, black with two thin white stripes running down the sides. They looked long enough to go down to her knees with a drawstring tied at the waist, and were so bizarrely different and unfeminine compared with most everything else he'd seen of hers it sent his brain whirring.

"Better?" Roxanne asked.

"Expansively." Megamind sighed, relieved. "I mean, I suppose it could work, as a backup or something."

Roxanne decided that was good enough and she shouldn't press the issue any further. "It's good to have a backup plan." She tossed him the board shorts before hopping off the bed. "Now go make sure it fits before we leave. I still need to get changed, too."

Megamind fumbled with the garment, turning the odd, thin material over in his hands. He still thought this was rather unnecessary, but they had wasted enough time getting the silly thing he might as well try it on. Roxanne wouldn't give him a moment's peace if he didn't, anyway. There was just one problem:

"Roxanne…" he swallowed, trying to delay time, to wrack his brain and come up with a proper way to ask this. Though he doubted a proper way even existed.

"Yes?"

"Could you help me out of this? The suit. I mean, not the whole suit just the slipper… zipper!" he finally choked out. "Can you help me with the zipper?"

"Your swimsuit has a zipper?" Roxanne asked, unphased by either the question or the haphazard manner in which it was given.

"All my suits have zippers," he said. "Small ones." He didn't really feel like mentioning he needed the brainbots to get dressed every day like a child.

Roxanne nodded. "That makes sense. You can't exactly pull those tight collars on over your head…"

"Well you can try, but it's not very easy," Megamind joked lamely.

"Right." Roxanne gave him a small smile. "Turn around."

Megamind complied, trying desperately to quiet the shaking through his spine as Roxanne touched his collar.

"This is tiny," Roxanne commented, trying to flick the bit of zipper out with a fingernail so she could grasp it.

"The brainbots usually take care of it." Megamind winced.

She pinched the zipper and then suddenly changed her mind. She rested her hand on his shoulder, soft and calm. "Megamind, you don't have to change unless you want to. I know I can be bossy sometimes but I really don't care all that much about what you wear. I just wanted you to be comfortable, that's all."

There was a lot that Megamind wanted to say. A part of him wanted to reassure her that he was absolutely fine with this, there was nothing strange or new or uncomfortable about having her help him this way. Another part wanted to berate her for starting this whole, silly mess when she could have left him alone. And yet another part of him simply reminded the other two that any worthwhile experience he'd ever had with Roxanne had required exposing himself a little.

"It's okay." He managed, swallowing.

"Alright," she said quietly. Her hands trailed from his shoulder to his collar and finally eased the zipper down an inch, then another, and then another. The brainbots had appendages designed for precision work and could do this in a millisecond but Roxanne's fingers were considerably slower and clumsier. At least Megamind assumed she wasn't moving tantalizingly slowly on purpose.

Finally, she stopped. "Is… that far enough?" she asked, sounding very small.

"Yes!" Megamind darted two large steps forward. "I mean, I'll, um… take it from here, I guess. I'll just, uh, go… over…" he stumbled around the room, searching, "over here!" He ducked into her closet, shutting the door and leaning against it, trying in vain to process why that turned into such a huge fiasco.

It didn't take long for Megamind to realize he couldn't stay in Roxanne's closet forever and the sooner he got changed the sooner this
awkward situation could be put to rest. After groping around the closet for a while, he realized the light switch was actually outside the door and therefore he had to get dressed in the dark. Peeling his own suit off took little effort but figuring out which side of Roxanne's shorts was meant to be the front took a little longer. The drawstring had to be pulled pretty far in order for the waist to fit, and they were so loose he still felt naked wearing them.

A soft knock vibrated from the door. "Megamind, you coming out?" Roxanne's voice sounded.

"Yeah," he took a breath and pushed the door open, thoroughly unprepared for the sight that greeted him on the other side.

Roxanne was standing in front of him wearing nothing but the polka-dot bikini.

He had seen her in a lot of various outfis over the years but nothing compared to the sheer amount of skin this one showed off. He was staring so blatantly and for so long he barely noticed her large eyes staring at him, probably for the exact same reason.

Roxanne tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, eyes falling to the floor. "So, they fit alright?"

"Yeah…" Megamind leaned against the closet door, smiling appreciatively before suddenly realizing she was asking about his apparel and not hers. "I mean, yes, they fit okay."

She smiled thoughtfully, hooked a finger into the waistline of his shorts and then tugged, drawing him near. "They are a bit big," she admitted, "But I think they'll work." She eyed the interesting knot he'd used to keep the drawstring in place, probably for a little too long.

"My eyes are up here, Miss Ritchi." Megamind said, dry and with the smallest of smirks.

Roxanne jumped. Her hands left him instantly and her gaze snapped up almost to the ceiling. "Sorry, it's just strange seeing in you in my… well, something that isn't, uh… That's not to say you don't look good, I mean…"

"Are you blushing?" Megamind asked, Roxanne's lack of composure somehow made him feel a little bit better about his own fumbling earlier.

"What?"

"You're all red," he remarked, gingerly reaching out to touch her face. "I've never seen you this flustered before."

"Yeah, well… don't get used to it," she murmured.

"Now, don't be like that, Miss Ritchi," he reached around to the small of her back and gently pulled her closer. "I think I like seeing you a bit flustered for a change."

Roxanne had recovered from most of her initial embarrassment and crossed her arms over her chest defiantly, eyes narrowed and a hint of a
smile on her lips. "Fine, smart guy, you keep acting all smug and I won't show what I was planning on showing you."

Megamind's face fell. "You were planning on what?"

"Just something I thought you might be interested in," she smiled, coy.

"Oh, believe me, Miss Ritchi, you have my undivided interest."

She gently removed Megamind's hands so she could take a step back. "I can see that," she observed, quietly studying his face before finally turning around.

His eye was instantly drawn, not to the bright polka dot bikini, but to the blue image spread across her lower back. Stylized swirls looking almost like waves echoed the dramatic swell of her hips and within them were the words: All that glitters is not gold.

"All that glitters… like from Stairway to Heaven?" Megamind asked.

"No, The Merchant of Venice," Roxanne smirked at him over her shoulder. "Stairway to Heaven had the opposite line…" she started to sing, quiet and a little tone-deaf, "There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold…"

"Not a very smart lady," he smiled.

"I didn't think so, but I really liked the song anyway. Snuck out to go to a concert of theirs once when I was in high school, in fact."

"Snuck out?" Megamind sounded scandalized.

Roxanne shrugged. "All my friends were going, I didn't want to be left out just because my parents wouldn't let me go. You do stupid things like that when you're young."

Megamind felt absolutely giddy. "I didn't realize you were such a delinquent! Lying, sneaking around, disrespecting authority…"

"Hey, nobody wants to be the good girl all the time," she said with a light defensiveness, "And even then I didn't like other people telling me what to do. Even if it was my parents, if they didn't have a decent reason for not approving of something I wanted to discover it for myself and make my own decision about it, y'know?"

Megamind nodded. That was Roxanne in a nutshell. The Roxanne that thought for herself and acted on her own conscience not what others expected of her. The Roxanne that didn't take anything at face value. Not everything that looked beautiful is worthwhile. All that glitters is not gold.

He took her hips in both hands, slowly turning her until they were face to face again. "That used to drive me crazy," he confessed. "Knowing you had that tattoo and I'd never be able to figure out what it was."

"Never guessed I was a Led Zeppelin fan, huh?"

"You learn something new everyday. Though I must say, it suits you quite well, Miss Ritchi."

Roxanne wove her arms around his neck, closing the small gap between them. "It does, doesn't it?"

"Anything else in your sordid web of secrecy you'd like me to know about?"

She pulled her lips into a thin line, like she was trying not to smile; a telltale redness crept into her face. "Honestly, I think at this point…you know me better than anyone else."

That genuinely surprised him. "I do? But what about all those people you knew, all that stuff you did growing up. I wasn't there for any of that."

"No, but that was a long time ago, Megamind. None of those people are here now, and I don't really talk about it with anyone. No one else in my life now has seen me dressed like this, nobody's seen that tattoo, nobody's seen me flustered," the last word rolled of her tongue with an amused lilt. "Just you."

His hands fidgeted at her hips. "Oddly enough," he said, "I can say the same thing about you."

"Really?"

He nodded, as if she needed the affirmation, and drew his arms around her waist until he was holding her flush against him; hip against
hip, chest to chest, skin on skin. She responded, crossing her arms over his bare back and unabashedly leaning her head against his. They were deliberately dawdling now, but he didn't mind so much.

"So, does this mean I've discovered all the secrets of the infamous Roxanne Ritchi?" he asked straight into her ear.

"Not exactly." He could practically hear her smile. "Let's just say you're ahead of the curve. Way ahead."

Megamind supposed that was good enough for now. More than enough, really, his heart felt so absolutely punch-drunk and full he didn't know how he'd handle any more.

He continued to hold her with one hand and slowly traced the tattoo with the other just to feel her laugh.