They kiss on the roof beneath the rain until Megamind, his arms wrapped around Roxanne, feels a shiver go through her body.
He breaks the kiss.
"Are you cold?" he asks.
Roxanne shivers again.
"A little, yeah," she says, pressing closer to him. "Are you not?"
"No—but then my body doesn't really—it has to be colder than this, for me to get cold. We should go inside; find you some dry clothes—sorry; I should have realized earlier—"
"Hey," Roxanne grins at him, presses a quick kiss to his jaw. "It's okay. Not like I'm freezing or anything. Dry clothes sound nice, though."
"Good—good; just let me—" Megamind reluctantly lets go of her to turn off the generator for the Storm Ring. "There—the storm should dissipate naturally, now; should take about an hour or so."
"Do you need to do something to turn this off, too?" Roxanne asks, slipping off the Storm Ring and holding it up.
"No; the ring doesn't function without the generator," Megamind says. "I do need to remember to tweak it, later, though; I want to add another setting to control temperature…"
Roxanne slips the ring into her pocket and throws him a look of affection before reaching out, quite naturally, and lacing their fingers together.
Megamind's mind and words both stutter to a halt at that. He looks down at the sight of their joined hands in amazement.
"What?" Roxanne says.
"—what—? Oh! Um—nothing, I just—" Megamind carefully tightens his grip on Roxanne's hand just the slightest bit. "I've—wanted to hold your hand for years, Roxanne."
He hears the sharp breath that Roxanne takes, feels her tighten her own grip on his hand. Megamind looks up at her face; she's staring at him with an intensity that hits him like sunlight, hot and bright and golden.
"I am so entirely in love with you," she says, and Megamind feels his face flush.
"I—I love you too," he says, ducking his head in embarrassment but then looking up at her right away through his lashes, unable to keep his eyes off of her.
She smiles at him and he smiles back, feeling giddy and amazed all over again.
(Roxanne is holding his hand and smiling at him and she loves him and—)
"—clothes!" Megamind says, forcing his mind back on track. "Dry clothes!"
Roxanne's still smiling as he leads her down off the roof.
His wardrobe is fairly limited, and he and Roxanne don't really have the same proportions; if he wants something that will fit her, it's probably going to have to be—
Megamind turns away from his closet to ask Roxanne if pajamas are acceptable and then freezes at the sight of her.
Her hair is wet, strands of it clinging to her cheeks, to the sides of her neck. Her clothes are wet, too, soaked and plastered to her body.
She's standing at the foot of his bed, quite casually, as though she's completely comfortable here, as though she would be perfectly content to stay here indefinitely.
(here, with him)
"—hey," she says softly, seeing him staring.
"—hey," he says back, heart and mind both reeling. "I—I was going to ask you a question…"
Roxanne gives him an inquiring look.
As he looks at her—stares at her—a droplet of water from her wet hair slips down the side of her neck, then over her clavicle, then disappears past the collar of her shirt.
"…I've actually forgotten what it was," Megamind says dazedly.
Roxanne's lips part and she reaches up to touch her hair, then trails her fingers absently down the side of her neck, following the path of the water droplet.
Megamind takes a sharp breath, desire going through him in a hot, slow wave.
Roxanne's gaze flicks down to his mouth, then back up to his eyes.
"Kiss me?" she asks, voice breathy.
Megamind takes two steps towards her and wraps one arm around her waist, reaches up to trace his fingertips over her lips. She takes a shuddery breath as he does, her eyelashes fluttering.
He touches the edge of her jaw, and she tilts her head in response, pressing closer against him, one of her hands on his chest, the tips of her fingers at the base of his throat, the other stroking feather-light down the side of his neck.
Megamind kisses her.
She winds her arms around his neck and kisses him back and he is amazed anew at the fact of her—the fact of his hands in her wet hair, and the texture of that, and the way she is holding him, kissing him—the fact that she's here, the fact that she exists.
Roxanne—Roxanne trusts him. She stood on top of the Lair roof and closed her eyes when he asked, let him pour a storm into her hands and she never flinched, because she trusts him.
Something, some cold, dark knot of misery in his chest that's been there for so long he's nearly forgotten about it—eases, untangles at that realization.
He never thought that Roxanne would trust him. But she does.
Megamind gently breaks the kiss to look at her. She looks back at him and her expression is—
She looks like she's in love.
Megamind has wanted to know what love looks like written in Roxanne's face for so long, and it's so much more beautiful than he could ever imagine.
"Roxanne," he says softly.
She makes a quiet, inquiring noise.
"Would you take me to bed, now, please?" he asks.
Roxanne takes a sharp breath.
"Are you sure?" she asks. "I meant it when I said I don't want to push."
"You haven't been," Megamind says. He touches Roxanne's hair lightly. "And I am sure."
(It surprises him, how sure he is. He hadn't been, before. Oh, he'd known he wanted her, of course, but the suddenness of that being an actual thing that was actually happening had—it had been—too much.)
This feels like—it feels like a choice that he's making, instead of something he's just careening wildly toward.
"I trust you," he says. "I—I know you're not going to hurt me."
An odd expression flashes in Roxanne's eyes, something soft and fierce at the same time.
"No," she says, "no, I'm not going to hurt you."
She strokes her hand over the curve of his head and leans forward until their lips are almost touching.
"I'm going to be so careful with you," she whispers. "So careful, I promise."
She kisses him, a soft, soft, fleeting brushes of their lips at first—almost a tease, except that she never denies him when his lips chase after hers for another kiss—and another, and another, her hands holding his face gently, like he's something delicate, like he's something worth being careful with.
Roxanne tips his head just a little to the side with the slightest pressure of her fingers and kisses the corner of his jaw, then right beneath his ear.
"—ah—" he hears himself make a small sound, a gasp really, and then he arches his neck to the side, begging without words.
Roxanne must understand, because she kisses his neck, all down the side of it, her hand trailing down it after her mouth, thumb sliding just so down the tendon in his neck, and then she presses her lips to his pulse point and hums.
Megamind's knees buckle. He catches himself before he falls, though, his skin flushing hot, half with desire and half with embarrassment.
"S-sorry," he says, looking into Roxanne's face.
Her expression almost makes his knees buckle again.
"I really have this much of an effect on you," she says, like she's just realizing this.
"You really, really do," Megamind says, embarrassment turning to shy pleasure at her expression.
She smiles at him, wide and triumphant, like she's just won some sort of victory.
"Take my shirt off for me, sweetheart?" she asks.
Megamind swallows, hands going to the buttons of her shirt. He can do this fine; he managed it perfectly well last time—
"Is there actually an order?" he asks.
Roxanne blinks, tips her head inquiringly.
"An order?" she asks.
"To the buttons," Megamind says, "is there actually normally a protocol for which button you're supposed to start with? I'm sorry. That's probably a stupid question. I've just never really been in any sort of social situation where observing the normal way people undress is—is it weird that I'm talking?"
Roxanne puts her hand on the small of his back like she can tell he needs her to steady him (she probably can). Megamind takes a shaky breath.
"I like hearing you talk," Roxanne says, her voice calm and filled with affection. "You can talk if you want to, Megamind. And I don't mind if you ask questions. There isn't a specific order for the buttons. You can start wherever you want."
She smiles at him reassuringly and Megamind takes another breath, steadier this time, and reaches for her buttons once more.
He starts at the top button this time, but he doesn't undo it, just rests his fingertips over the smooth cool plastic, then lightly drags his fingers down the line of buttons, feeling the difference in texture between the buttons and the material of Roxanne's shirt, feeling the way her chest rises and falls when she takes an uneven breath.
Megamind moves his hands back up to the first button, at the base of Roxanne's throat, and his hands are very nearly not shaking at all. Still, he unfastens the buttons with careful slowness, and by the time he's pulled the bottom button free, Roxanne's breathing has picked up and her hand at the small of his back has tightened in the material of his shirt.
She lets go of him, though, so that he can push the shirt down off of her shoulders, off her arms, more skin revealed at every moment—god, the slope of her shoulders and the curve of her neck alone is enough to nearly drive him out of his mind. Roxanne smiles at him and turns, so that her back is facing him.
"Bra clasp," she murmurs, looking over her shoulder at him.
"Oh—right, yes—" Megamind touches the place where the material comes together between her shoulder blades.
Ah, a hook and eye clasp; Minion uses these sometimes in Megamind's more elaborate villain costumes. Megamind unhooks the clasp and then reaches hesitantly for the narrow straps on Roxanne's shoulders and push them down. He presses a kiss to each of her shoulders as she slides her bra the rest of the way off.
"Wow," Megamind says softly, looking at the gorgeous expanse of her back in amazement. There's—there's so much skin; he can see the line of her spine, can see the swell of her hips over the waistband of her pants, can see the freckles that dot her skin like scattered stars.
He runs two fingers down the line of her spine and feels her shiver. An answering shiver goes through him.
"You're so beautiful," he says tracing over the edges of her shoulder blades.
Roxanne shivers again, looking over her shoulder at him. Megamind dips his head to kiss her, sliding his hands down her sides, towards her hips.
She turns in his arms, her arms slipping around his neck, kissing him more firmly than before. Megamind kisses her back, his hands on the bare skin at her waist. Roxanne breaks the kiss and smiles at him. Megamind smiles back, and then glances down and—
He looks away automatically, stepping back without thinking, heat flooding his face.
"…you're allowed to look at me, you know, Megamind," Roxanne says, with a gentle thread of amusement running through the words.
Megamind glances up and…glances away quickly, god, why is he so stupid—
"Sorry," he says, voice rather strangled, "I'm just not used to—"
He waves a hand vaguely.
"…to…me being naked?" Roxanne suggests.
Megamind pulls a face.
"—to it being okay to look at you at all," he mutters, and his ears are burning.
He looks up, fixes his eyes on Roxanne's face. Her expression is gently confused, her head tilted slightly to the side.
"But you look at me all the time," she says.
"Yes, but not like—" evil gods, he's blushing even harder, now; he can feel it, "—not like—I try really hard not to be creepy and, and—what's the word that—and objectifying," he finishes with a gesture of distress, eyes sliding away from Roxanne's again, his gaze going to the door of the closet behind her.
"Oh," Roxanne says, and he can hear the comprehension in her voice. "Oh, sweetheart, attraction and objectification aren't the same thing."
Megamind looks into her face again; her expression is soft.
"Look at me," she says. "I want you to look."
And Megamind—looks.
The graceful, bare slope of her neck and shoulders, unbroken by any sort of covering, is enough to make his breath catch. And the curve of where her waist and her hip meet—oh god, she has freckles; that's so unexpected and perfect. And her breasts are divine—full and soft looking, and tipped with pink.
There's a group of freckles on her left hip; knowing that seems intensely personal and intimate, somehow; makes him feel as if she's just whispered a secret into his ear.
Megamind drags his gaze back upwards to Roxanne's face.
She looks incredibly satisfied with herself; as he watches, her lips curve into a wicked slow smile. Then she trails one finger down her own throat and across her collarbone to her shoulder. Megamind hears himself make a strangled choking noise. Roxanne's smirk widens.
"I love the way you look at me," she says,
She trails her hand down from the base of her throat, down the center line of her body and Megamind gasps.
"Would you like to touch me, now?" Roxanne asks invitingly.
"Oh, god, yes," Megamind says, voice shaking.
"Come here, then."
Megamind steps forward. He hesitates a moment when he reaches for her, then rests one hand on her hip and touches her throat, trails his fingertips down, like she did, before.
Roxanne's breath catches, her lips parting. Megamind leaves his one hand on her hip, rubs his thumb over her hipbone and trails his other hand up her body this time, brushes his fingertips lightly over just the underside of her breast.
"God, I love your hands," Roxanne says breathlessly.
Megamind blinks.
"My hands?" he says.
He looks down at his hand.
Holy fuck, his hand is on Roxanne's breast; the sight makes him feel positively dizzy, and then Roxanne reaches up to put her hand over his, guides it upwards so that her breast is actually in his hand, warm skin pressed against his palm.
Both of them gasp.
Megamind, remembering how she'd touched him, earlier, when she'd first pushed him down on the bed, rolls her nipple beneath his thumb, and Roxanne gasps again.
The sound makes desire twist in the pit of his stomach; he does it again for her, slower, savoring the sensation, the way he can feel her nipple getting tight.
"Yes," she says, "Ah—I have—mmm—had entire fantasies centered around your hands. God, they're so gorgeous."
Megamind looks again at his hand; it looks as his hands always do (except for the touching-Roxanne thing, which—ohhh wow)—but—blue skin, oddly long fingers, strangely thin wrists.
"Really?" he says in disbelief. "But they're—the—" he takes his hand from Roxanne's hip to gesture, "—the proportions of them aren't even human."
Surely she's noticed that, surely she—
Roxanne gives him a weird look.
"Yeah, I know," she says. "Doesn't mean they're not beautiful. The proportions of your head aren't human, either, and I still find it attractive."
Megamind feels his eyes go wide, feels his mouth fall open in shock.
She—she likes his head? Even though it's so—completely alien?
"Do you?" he asks, breathless with delight. "Do you really?"
Roxanne looks at him like he's crazy.
"Well, yeah," she says, like she can't understand why he's asking. "Don't you know how beautiful you are?"
She—Roxanne thinks—thinks he's—
Both of his hands are on her waist now, Megamind realizes distantly. He should—he should—
Roxanne tilts her head, studying his expression, a smile beginning to curve her lips.
"Do you like that?" she asks. "Me telling you that you're beautiful?"
Megamind's fingers twitch where he's holding her waist; he swallows, unable to answer, his heart fluttering in his chest.
Roxanne's expression goes pleased and then almost predatory.
"Your skin," she says, "happens to be my favorite color. And it turns such pretty colors when you blush—yes," she murmurs as Megamind feels heat rushing up to his face, to his ears, "—yes, just like that."
She reaches up and runs a single fingertip down the front of his throat, from above his adams apple to the indentation at the base of it.
"This," she says, "right here, that little strip of skin that shows when you have your collar on? This is absolutely maddening; I meant it when I said your neck was distracting."
She presses a kiss to his throat and Megamind's lashes flutter. Then she rocks back on her heels.
"And your eyes, of course," Roxanne says, looking into them. "I've never seen eyes like that—how wide they are, and how green, and how—utterly expressive they are."
She reaches up and cups his cheek, rubs her thumb over his cheekbone, then kisses the tip of his nose.
"I've wanted to do that for ages," she says, grinning at his expression.
She reaches up to run her palm over the top of his head, and then to stroke her fingertips down the rim of his ear.
"That, too," she says.
Her fingertips trail over his jaw, towards his chin; she takes hold of it lightly and rubs the pad of her thumb over his lower lip, her eyes on his mouth.
"And this," she murmurs as his lips part in response to the touch. She strokes her thumb down over the strip of his facial hair. "This is incredibly appealing."
She leans forward and kisses him, sucking lightly at his bottom lip before flicking her tongue over it, delicate and teasing until he makes a soft involuntary noise of pleading. Then she laughs against his mouth and pulls him closer, kissing him harder, her tongue slipping past his lips.
Roxanne kisses him hard enough that his thoughts just seem to smooth out, until he's not really thinking at all, just feeling. When she pulls away, it takes him a moment to remember to open his eyes.
"Let me take your shirt off, now, sweetheart?" Roxanne asks.
Megamind blinks at her, words taking longer than usual to come together into thought. His—right, yes, right—
It would be easy just to twist his arms behind his back and unzip his shirt himself, but Roxanne asked if she could take it off. So Megamind takes a half step back from her and turns slowly, so she can see the zipper.
He bends his head forward, wanting, wanting—
"Please," he says, voice shaking.
Roxanne presses her lips to the back of his head in a kiss and Megamind's body shudders as the pleasure of the touch goes through him.
—wanting that, yes, god, yes.
Roxanne pulls the zipper of his shirt down slowly, pressing kiss after kiss down his neck to the base of it. She pulls the zipper down the rest of the way, two of her fingers trailing over his skin, following the path of his spine.
When the shirt is unzipped all the way, she pushes the sides of the material apart and presses a kiss between his shoulder blades.
Megamind shivers and turns to face her, letting her pull the shirt the rest of the way off his arms and drop it on the floor. Then she slips her arms around his neck and kisses him, all of the skin of their upper bodies pressed together, Megamind's arms wrapped around her.
Roxanne eases out of the kiss and leans her forehead against his and a pulse of—
(love/desire/amazement)
—sings all through his body.
"Hey," Roxanne says, "you still okay?"
"I am fantastic," Megamind says, splaying the fingers of both his hands on Roxanne's back, glorying in the texture of her skin, the heat of it, the way he can feel her breathing.
(it's all so entirely, indisputably real.)
"This is really happening," he says in amazement.
"Yeah," Roxanne says, and her voice sounds just as awed as his, "yeah, it is."
She brushes her lips over his, a whisper of a kiss. Megamind mimics the motion, their mouths slipping over each other, delicate and light.
The gentleness of it makes him ache for more, shivers of pleasure going through his body with every light motion of their lips together, heat twisting around his spine and pooling between his legs.
Every part of him that's touching Roxanne seems incredibly sensitive, electric, like he was never really alive, before, never really alive before she touched him.
She kisses his jaw, her hands sliding down to his shoulders, then over his chest as she shifts a step back from him.
Roxanne steps easily out of her shoes and pushes them gracefully aside with her foot,
"Help me with the rest of my clothes?" she asks, catching his hands in hers and guiding them to the waistband of her trousers.
She slides her hands up his arms as he unfastens the button, pulls down the zipper of her fly. He hooks his fingers beneath the edge of her waistband and his fingertips brush against the rough texture of lace.
His hands are shaking again, he realizes, unsteady with how much he wants her. Roxanne's palms smooth over his shoulders and Megamind tugs the material of her trousers down past her waist and—
—stops, because the material—doesn't seem to want to pull down past that point, caught on the curve of her hips.
(oh god, is he—? is he doing this wrong? somehow? these are pants; surely he should be able to handle pants—)
A laugh bursts out of Roxanne.
"Oh, god, okay, here, let me just—"
She steps back from him, takes hold of the waistband herself and tugs it sharply downwards, wriggling her hips in a way that is—holy shit.
She laughs again.
"I promise this is—usually a lot sexier, when my clothes aren't wet—shrinking—"
"—I am really not feeling any need to complain," Megamind says fervently as she steps out of the trousers entirely.
She is wearing lace; the black scalloped edges framing her hips and thighs perfectly.
Roxanne looks up at him, laughter still in her face. She looks him up and down appreciatively, then hooks a fingertip beneath the waistband of her panties and slowly drags them down, lets them fall.
Megamind takes a sharp, uneven breath as she steps out of them, her eyes on his face. She's so—she's so—
(beautiful perfect so much more than he ever imagined)
Roxanne smiles at him and then, slowly, deliberately, making sure he's watching, shifts her weight into one hip.
(her body curving contrapposto, like a classical statue, like—)
"What are you thinking right now?" Roxanne asks, and Megamind jumps guiltily, aware of the fact that he was probably staring.
"Ah—um—nothing, sorry, I was, ah, just thinking that—" he sketches the S curve of her body in the air, "—that—looks like the Venus de Milo. Only better, obviously," he adds absently, "because it's you."
Roxanne is very still for a moment.
(oh no, was that a weird thing to say; a weird thing to be thinking—)
Then she moves towards him—stalks towards him, really, and kisses him.
There's an intensity to this kiss that makes his heart race.
She puts one hand on the small of his back and steps forward, walking him backwards like they're dancing.
"Are you—" she says between kisses, "—aware of—" Megamind reaches the edge of the bed, "—how completely wonderful you are?"
Roxanne kisses him, ending with a gentle bite to his lower lip that makes him moan.
"A-am I?" Megamind says dazedly.
"Yes," Roxanne says forcefully, claiming his mouth in kiss after kiss. "—Venus de Milo—fucking—I just—how are you real?"
She pushes him lightly and Megamind lets himself be pushed so that he's sitting on the bed, face tilted up as she leans over him, kissing him.
Roxanne breaks the kiss and looks down on him. Megamind gazes up at her, drinking in the sight of her.
(god, she's so beautiful and he loves her so much)
She gives a soft laugh and moves to kneel on the floor between his legs.
Megamind chokes at the sight of her, but she doesn't seem to notice, as she's reaching for his right boot and tugging it off of his foot.
"Um," he says.
"Mm?" Roxanne says, pressing a quick kiss to kiss right knee before reaching for his other boot.
"Uh—" Megamind laughs nervously, "—as a—random, nonspecific question, um, how—how set are you on the idea of strictly human genitalia?"
His voice is an octave higher than normal, by the end of the question.
Roxanne, pulling off his left boot, pauses for a moment and looks up at him. Slight surprise flickers over her face, followed by interest, and then she smiles.
"I'm not," she says simply, and pulls his boot the rest of the way off.
"—not?" Megamind repeats blankly.
"Yeah," she says, setting his boots aside and putting her hand on his knee, resting it there. "I'm not set on it. I mean, I do know you're an alien, Megamind, and I've—" her cheeks flush slightly and she catches her lower lip in her teeth for a moment, "—imagined you lots of different ways," she finishes.
Megamind stares down at her.
"Imagined—?" he manages.
Roxanne blushes deeper; she licks her lips, her thumb stroking over the inside of his knee.
"Well, yes," she says.
"In—in different—?"
"Yeah, like—" she slides her hand up his thigh, almost to the juncture of where his legs meet, and then she slides it back down. "Okay, obviously, I started with thinking about what you'd look like if you got hard in that suit of yours—god, these leather pants would show everything—and I imagined shoving them down just far enough that I could push you down in my chair and straddle your lap and ride you—"
Megamind can feel heat pooling between his legs at her words and her touch. Roxanne puts her other hand on his right knee and he feels like he is going to die.
"—and then it occurred to me that I'd never seen the outline of your cock at all in these pants."
Roxanne slides her hands up his thighs again and Megamind bites his tongue to keep from moaning.
"So then I imagined what you'd look like spread out on my bed with my fingers inside you and my tongue on your clit. The way you'd arch and gasp and moan my name."
She brushes both her thumbs back and forth on the inside of his thighs, not moving her hands downwards or upwards and Megamind clutches the sheets and tries to remember how to breathe.
"And then—" Roxanne bends her head to press a kiss to the inside of his right thigh and he can't hold back a whimper. "Then I got—more creative. I thought—maybe something retractable. I'd have to lick you, get you turned on enough before you'd come out for me."
She brushes a kiss over his stomach, her lips warm against his skin, and Megamind gasps.
"Different textures, maybe," she murmurs. "Or even prehensile—I pictured you lying between my legs and stroking my clit with it until we both came."
She looks up at him and smiles.
"Like I said, lots of different ways." She presses her palms against his thighs. "You want to tell me if I got any of it right? Or do you want to surprise me?"
"Um," Megamind says, mind reeling—dear god—she'd thought—she'd thought all of that, about him? "Um—ah, retractable. Is. And—and prehensile. Also, there's, um, more than one?"
His voice shakes on the last part; he can feel his heart racing with nerves.
"Ooh, tentacles?" Roxanne says, in a tone of unmistakable delight.
Megamind bursts into shocked, relieved laughter.
"Oh, my god," he says, covering his face with his hands, "oh, my god, of course that would be your reaction. I don't even know why I was worried; you're never scared of anything."
He looks at her through his fingers, still snickering helplessly; she's grinning up at him.
"What can I say, Megamind," she says, voice sweet, a wicked glint in her eye, "none of your equipment is scary."
Megamind laughs even harder. He reaches out and runs his fingers through Roxanne's hair.
"You are a terrible, cruel woman, Miss Ritchi," he says, "and I absolutely adore you."
He shakes his head and moves backwards onto the bed, tucking his legs underneath himself and rising up on his knees. Roxanne moves to sit on the bed in front of him and he reaches back to unzip his trousers.
She reaches for the top of them, and then pauses, looks up at his face.
"Yeah?" she says.
"Yeah," Megamind says softly, still smiling, "yeah, go ahead."
(he can hear their storm, still, above the Lair, the sound of thunder rumbling and rain hitting the roof.)
Here, in his room, Roxanne pushes the material of his trousers down, past his hips.
...to be continued.