Fic: I want to know you (e è stato un colpo di fulmine) Part 2
Part 2
She stumbles, falls, goes to her hands and knees and barely hears Megamind's concerned exclamation. Holy…holy shit, she thinks, staring at the cold floor. What am I doing? I just had sex with Megamind. I just had sex with Megamind. And I'm about to have more sex with Megamind.
I could run, she realizes. I could run away right now and he wouldn't come after me. Minion would take me home and we'd never speak of this again.
Do I want to do that?
"Roxanne?" The quiet voice startles her into looking up. Worried green eyes blink at her from the side of the bed. "Are you okay?"
"I," she says unevenly and then Megamind is suddenly on his knees next to her, one hand on the small of her back and the other cupping her cheek; she's falling into his eyes again and he looks so worried and if she pulled away right now it would destroy him.
She could call this off, could tell him, oh god, I just realized the kidnapping spray didn't wear off until just now. He'd be horrified, but he'd immediately help her on with her clothes.
As soon as she realizes that, she knows she doesn't want to stop. They're both consenting adults. Megamind is new and interesting and an astonishingly good kisser-a fast learner. He's physically attractive and intellectually stimulating. They're comfortable with each other. And here's the kicker-he's a good guy. Shockingly enough, Megamind is actually a really nice individual.
With delightfully varied tastes in the bedroom.
He's also a genius, which is probably why his eyes are going wide right now and the color is slowly draining from his face and he looks like he's about to be sick. He drops his hand and rocks back on his heels. "Oh, no," he whispers. "The spray."
Roxanne reaches for him. Oh for crying out loud, I did not want drama tonight. Fucking hell. "Megamind, don't-"
"It's all right." He holds up his hands, his expression slamming to neutral even though he's still pale. "I understand, believe me. You weren't in your right mind; I…miscalculated, this is my fault. Everything you did while under the influence will be stricken from the record. This never happened. Although-if, if you want to prosecute, th-that's completely fine but I-" He stares at her unhappily. "Rox-Miss Ritchi. Please believe me, I didn't know. I am so sorry."
"Well, I'm in my right mind now," she snaps, then softens the remark by leaning forward and kissing him. Softly this time. Gently. She rests her forehead against his, her fingers lacing together behind his head. "As for everything I said-my inhibitions were just gone, that was all; just because I was a little bit stoned when I said you were hot doesn't make it not true."
That's not what he's worried about, and she knows it, so she picks up his hand again and pulls him to his feet, puts her hands on his slim hips. It's dark; the light from the bathroom is blocked by the heavy hangings of the bed and when Roxanne closes her eyes it's almost frighteningly easy for her to admit things she doesn't like to think about. "Guess what? I trust you. If I didn't, I'd be way more freaked out about what goes on when you kidnap me. You're one of my friends, Megamind, cackling supervillain and shy intellectual and all, and I can't believe it's taken me until now to realize that."
She squeezes gently. "And I'd sort of like to keep going, if that's all right with you."
Megamind pulls his head back and looks at her, scrunching his whole face up in confused and surprised pleasure. "Well of course it's all right with me. But surely you jest."
"I never joke."
"Yes you do."
"I'm naked here and not freaking out at all, what does that tell you?"
He peers at her, wheels turning behind his eyes until he finally decides to take her at her word, and then he smiles at her. "You are incredible, have I ever told you that?"
"You may have mentioned it, yes," she smiles back. "Now. Back to bed? I'm really not in the mood for angsty drama right now and I am still wildly curious about this dildo."
He throws his head back and laughs long and loud-a real laugh, happy and relieved, not one of his stock ones-before turning around and pulling her with him so that she falls on top of him on the bed. "Incredible and insatiable," he purrs. Roxanne laughs and climbs off him.
"Come on, you, move this way. I've got a silk belt with your name on it." It's still insane, what they're doing, but somehow they're both at ease now. Possibly because they've dodged a bullet and come out together on the other side-yes, that must be it, she thinks. I was out of my head before, but now we know I want him anyway.
Megamind grins and manages to be only slightly breathless while she ties his wrists to the headboard and slides the lace up his legs. Then Roxanne sits back to look at him, bare except for the scrap of cloth low on his slim hips and the black silk around his wrists, knees slightly apart, hands twisting absently, nervously. Blue limbs on black sheets, dark purple shadows pooling wherever he touches the bed, the light from the bathroom shining sky-blue on the dome of his head, the angle of his jaw, the lean lines of his leg and arm, the scalloped ribs. Dear god, he's thin-but then, she can only see the lowest ribs and only far back on his sides; the rest of his chest is undeniably muscled. Maybe that's just how he's built. Either way, he's gorgeous.
"You know what else is a shame?" she says. "That nobody but me is seeing this. I didn't think a dude in a thong could ever be so hot. I didn't think you would ever be this sexy." She pauses. "I'm sorry, that sounded horrible."
Megamind wrinkles his nose again. "You really think I'm sexy?"
"Heavens yes." She slips the egg behind the silk triangle and flicks it on, and he must not have been ready for that because he actually squeaks. Something shifts under the silk, pauses, wriggles and circles the humming vibrator.
Roxanne picks up on a different hum, and looks up at Megamind's face. He has his head thrown back, his eyes and lips squeezed closed. "Hmmmmmmmmmmm."
She leans down and bites the blue skin on the inside of his thigh, and Megamind's humming gets louder. Bites and sucks, marks him, and the hum cuts off and is replaced by a low whine. Something touches the side of Roxanne's face and she bats it away on reflex, then is surprised by Megamind's startled, "Yes-!"
A purple-blue tentacle has crept out from behind the silk and is twitching desperately, and when Roxanne bats at it again she gets another pleased exclamation. So that's why he'd been into spanking.
She shifts around, slips her fingers into Megamind's mouth. "Suck," she tells him, and does he ever. She stares down at him in total shock. This is the first person she's been with to get her this hot this quickly just by sucking on her fingers, but the way he's moving his face-the sharp chin and hollowing cheeks, eyelids fluttering, nostrils flaring-he's in a world of his own, and god damn but Roxanne wants to be there too.
She pulls her fingers free and scoots down, sinks her teeth into his hip and makes him buck, then pulls the thread of the thong back and pushes a finger inside to the first knuckle. She pauses and then slides it deeper, rotates, all the while watching his face. He bites his lip, shivers, gasps. Moans when she pulls out and slides back in, whines at her when she pauses to get the lube. She adds a second finger at the same time as batting the questing tendril and his whole body shudders. When she takes the tendril in her mouth and bites down gently, he actually cries out. Vibrator tendril has just overloaded, but Roxanne gives him no time to recover.
She works him open, twisting and pushing and pulling and scissoring like mad until she's got three fingers in and there's no resistance. That's when she reaches for the dildo.
Panting and trembling, Megamind slits an eye open and watches her sit up and lick the thing from end to end before tipping her head back and gliding it into her mouth all the way. His eyes nearly fall out of his head. He gulps, manages words. "There's a-buckles 'n' straps 'n' stuff-second drawer-"
Roxanne slowly takes the dildo out of her mouth and cocks an eyebrow, then disappears over the side of the bed. Megamind drops his head back down onto the pillow, panting and staring up at the ceiling. They're really doing this. Holy shit. She wants to do this with him, holy shit. And oh god the vibrator is still going gangbusters down there and he's already half-hard again. Holy shit.
Then Roxanne is back. Megamind doesn't look; he thinks if he did, he might melt into a puddle right there on the bed and he's not a fan of messes.
She turns off the vibrator, slides the thong down over his legs, presses a quick kiss to his hip. He's not sure what that means. It hadn't been necessary, had it? "Turn over, hon."
Blood racing, heart pounding, Megamind drags himself onto his stomach and somehow gets his knees under him. There's pressure, and then there's pushing, and he whines and relaxes as best he can and this is Roxanne doing this to him, fucking him open now in long slow strokes, each a tiny bit deeper than the last, making him gasp and choke and beg. This is stuff he's hardly dared to dream about. When she reaches around and tangles her free hand in his spray, he lets out a really undignified mewling noise that he isn't at all ashamed of and wraps desperately around her hand, around her wrist, seeking contact; Roxanne doesn't disappoint. She curls her fingers, squeezes, pulls, pushes.
He pushes his face into the pillow and tries to remember to breathe as he pulls against the headboard, making it creak in protest. It never feels like this when he's alone. Never. He's gone all out before when Minion has been out for the day and it's still never felt like this. This is glory, right here, as powerless as he is this is power in the struggle and sweat and gasp-
It never feels like this when he's alone.
Roxanne leans over his back and bites and sucks at the base of his neck, and the tendril that's into bondage and the one that's into anal play climax nearly simultaneously-Megamind isn't sure which one triggers the other, but either way he can't stop the scream that tears out of him.
Two at once is new, too much in the best possible way, and he crumples onto the black silk, shoulders heaving. There's a cold, ticklish feeling traveling up his spine; when it comes to rest between his shoulder blades he recognizes it as sweat. He feels trembly, shaky, and he's not sure where his knees have gone. Slowly, he brings them together, pulling himself off the strap-on with a whimper as he collapses to the side. The way his spine twists sends the sweat trickling in an acute angle around the edge of his scapula to leave a small wet spot on the sheet.
The deep breath he takes is shuddery when he exhales, and he coughs. "Give me," he manages, "a minute."
Roxanne sits back on her haunches, already working the buckles to take off the strap-on. "A minute to what?" she asks, amused.
"Recover. So that I can return the favor." He rolls over, hands still tied to the headboard. "If you'll let me."
Roxanne finishes the last buckle, lays the instrument carefully on the bedspread beside her as she tries to fix everything that's just happened in her memory. Even if it never happens again, she's going to remember this. Megamind writhing in front of her, coming undone. Megamind screaming for her.
Her mouth twists to the side and she starts to say something, and then she looks at him and whatever she had been going to say dies on her lips as she stares down at him. All five tendrils are out on display, waving and pulsing slightly-it isn't that any one is particularly thick, she realizes; it's that when one gets thicker, the others get thinner. They twine around each other, curling together and then apart, straining towards her, seeking.
"Let you?" she murmurs, blood roaring in her ears. Megamind's not the only one who's blushing. "Sure, yeah, okay. I'll let you." Megamind grins sharply and starts to sit up, only to be caught by his hands. "Oh, sorry," Roxanne says, and crawls up over him to reach his bound wrists and tug at the knot.
She's warm and incredibly soft, the smell of her is nearly overpowering and if she wasn't bracing herself on her elbows she'd be lying on top of him, covering him with her body. It's more than he's ever dreamed of, more than he's ever expected to receive from anyone, let alone her. He's tied down, pressed to the mattress under the comforting comfortable weight of her body, and he's looking over her shoulder at the ceiling and loving every minute of this. This is perfect. This is right.
His gaze slips sideways. If he thinks about it too much he's liable to become maudlin, so he blows a raspberry on her boob and she yelps. "Hey!" He laughs at her, tipping his head back to meet her gaze. Her hands are occupied, so she bonks him with her forehead, laughing with him. "You are such a goober," she says, and then his hands are free.
He struggles to push himself up on shaking arms and she straightens with him, still holding his hands, massaging his thin wrists with her thumbs. "Sorry," she apologizes again. "I think I tied them too tightly."
"Hush," he tells her, and kisses her lightly because it feels like the right thing to do. "You did great. Where did you learn to...I mean, that can't be your first time?"
She blushes. She's too pretty; it's not fair. "One of my boyfriends in college was into pegging. He taught me."
Megamind pauses. "I don't wanna think about you having boyfriends," he complains, cupping her face and carding his fingers into her short hair. "It's too weird, and-uh?"
Roxanne has just reached between his legs and tangled her fingers in his spray again. "I'm yours tonight," she tells him, giving him a gentle squeeze that makes his eyebrows twitch. "Think about that."
Megamind blinks down at himself. "O-okay," he says, sounding startled. "That's new. I've never seen them all out like this, not after they've already…Huh. I wonder why…"
"Megamind," Roxanne says, and he glances up at her, everything about boyfriends and confusion flying straight out of his head. Megamind isn't the only one who's sweating; Roxanne's eyes have gone to half-mast, the pupils dilated. She strokes her fingers through his spray. "This is all very interesting, but can you think about it later?"
His face relaxes into a smile. "Is th-there something you'd like me to do in the meantime?" As though she isn't already making his head spin.
"Right now I would very much like it if you fucked me."
He blinks, gapes for a moment-he hadn't expected her to be so direct. "I can. I can do that. How…?"
"You were doing fine with what you did before. Please."
"Um um um. Yes." He reaches for her, lays one hand on the curve where her shoulder meets her neck. "Yes definitely."
Roxanne leans forward a little. Megamind responds, rolling up to his knees; for just a half second he's taller than she is. Then he bends down and kisses her for what is really only the second time that night; Roxanne has been doing most of the kissing thus far.
This is all Megamind. He scoots forward without breaking the kiss, sinks back down to Roxanne's level and brushes a hand through her hair to cup the back of her head. Slips his tongue between her lips. Touches her breast with his free hand. He holds her as if she's something precious, kissing her softly, touching her with shy, nervous hands.
As fervent as his earlier struggles had been, as passionate as they had been with each other-that is as gentle as he is now. Entranced somewhat by the difference, Roxanne lifts her hands to his face and touches the flat planes of his cheekbones, the hard angle of his jaw. Touches him the way he's touching her. He inhales through his nose and sucks her tongue into his mouth, and she moans almost without meaning to.
Then he bows her down, draws his hands out from under her head and back as he follows her, bracing himself on either side to raise and resettle on top of her, covering her with his body. He mouths his way up her jaw to her ear, traces around the shell with his tongue, plants open-mouthed kisses down her neck to pepper her shoulders with small, ticklish pecks before moving to her breast and sucking.
Roxanne gasps and whines, arches her back. Noise is good. He kneads, flicks, pinches and bites until she whimpers. Licks a wide, flat stripe down her belly to fit his mouth over her and hum.
"Oh," she says, sounding faint and slightly strangled. "Megamind, oh yes." She feels him smiling, feels him bite just a little too hard and she bucks. He makes a noise, soothes an apology with lips and tongue and then he slips his fingers into her-long clever fingers, pianist's or thief's hands. He scissors, she moans. He rotates, she lets out a startled cry. He slides his fingers out and spreads her wide and licks, sliding his tongue across, along, in; she gasps and shudders and twists, her fingers clenching and unclenching on the back of his head and in the comforter at her side.
"Please," she whispers, moving her hips. "Megamind. Megamind please."
He lifts his head and rests his chin on her abdomen, gazing up at her with shining eyes. "You," he says seriously, stroking his hand absently across the soft skin of her stomach as he echoes her earlier words, "are beautiful."
She feels beautiful.
Then he pushes himself up, rises, and Roxanne catches her breath. It's ridiculous, of course, they did this before just a few minutes ago. But. Not like this, not quite like this, not all soft gentle touches and murmured words. Not as though they were lovers. She has to catch her breath when he touches her inner thigh, and her knees fall apart with a whimper.
He leans over her, bows his head, kisses her-and she can feel his tendrils curling slowly into her, twisting together as they enter and then apart once they're inside, touching her more deeply and intimately than anyone else ever could. Oh, dear lord. Megamind. When he pulls away a little she opens her eyes and reaches for him, reaches up and runs her hands over the slope of his cranium, staring up at him.
Sometimes, with her other partners, she doesn't like to look at them. Usually she just likes to feel. Looking does nothing for her; sometimes it's even a buzzkill, but Megamind. She could look at him forever. It's a little bit frightening and a little bit exhilarating, and it's just a little bit unexpectedly comforting.
She looks down, glances down at where their bodies come together, and it looks so neat. Megamind chooses that point to make a particularly vigorous movement somewhere deep inside, and it's probably just her imagination but she thinks she sees him shift under her skin and somehow that is just unbelievably sexy.
His voice calls her back to reality, though not for long; the thin sheen of sweat on his brow is more than a little bit distracting because of how badly she wants to kiss it away.
"Um," he mumbles. "How…should I…"
Roxanne takes her hands off his head and puts them on his sides instead, pushes and pulls weakly. "Move," she gasps. "In an' out. Yes. Yes like that." She groans, arches to meet him.
A few thrusts later, he stops moving. Roxanne stares up at him, bewildered. "What are you doing. Stop that."
"Beg," he whispers.
"Nnnnngghh. Please."
"Please what?"
She tries ineffectually to grind up against him. "Please Megamind if you do not start moving right fucking now." She doesn't finish the threat; she has no idea what to finish it with. "Oh my god. Please move." She claws at his back, squeezes his neck and takes some small pleasure in the way his eyes cross. He pulls back, pushes in so slowly that she has to bite back a scream, then rotates his pelvis against her.
He slips a tendril out and curls it up to her clit again, and after that, things get a little blurry-she will remember white light on blue skin and black sheets, the smell of sweat and leather and smoke, the taste of his skin, the sounds of his heavy breathing joining her sighs. These are the things she will take with her.
Megamind loses control first and spills over the edge with a low cry. Roxanne follows only a few seconds later, shaking and spasming around him as he falls down and apart on top of her.
He doesn't pull out right away. For a long minute, they lie where they are, diagonally across Megamind's giant bed, Roxanne's arms limp on the covers, her legs quiet and tingly where they lie twined with his. He hugs her head with one arm, his other hand fisted loosely in the bedspread by her shoulder, his face against the mattress, the two of them lying ear-to-ear. His breaths are cool and quick against her shoulder.
As their breathing slows and lengthens Roxanne lifts her arms and wraps them around his back, lets out a contented sigh. She turns her head to the side, kisses his ear and nuzzles for a moment before settling there.
Megamind is slowly falling back into himself. Usually he would go to sleep now, but…
But Roxanne. She's so warm and close. He should sit up and go clean himself off, give her first dibs on the shower and offer to lend her a set of pajamas. Now. Before this goes wrong.
Then she sighs and puts her arms around him, kisses him. Snuggles. He trembles. This, he thinks, was a really spectacularly bad idea.
"I should take you home," he whispers, the words tearing out of him. "You shouldn't stay. I need to take you home, before-"
"Before I get too attached," she murmurs.
Megamind blinks. Slowly raises his head. Stares down at her. "You?"
"Me," she tells him. Massages his back with the pads of her thumbs. "You, too?"
He drops his head again and groans, staring at the side of her head. "This was a bad idea."
"Mmm, I disagree."
He could kiss her. She didn't say, You're wrong. She didn't say, Don't say that. She had simply told him, politely and coherently, that she disagrees with him. "What's your thinking?" he asks.
"You like logical things," Roxanne says. "Think about this logically. Why is it a bad idea?"
"It's going to make things weird," he says, "and if I become-attached to you, it would compromise our relationship as kidnapper and kidnappee." He lets go of the sheet and curls his hand over her shoulder, looking at his blue fingers on her bare skin, thinking how warm she is in his hands. "Please refute me."
"Easily." She smiles. "It doesn't have to be weird at all. This just means that our relationship as kidnapper and kidnappee has changed to…friends? Is friends okay?"
"Friends is good, but-"
"Friends, then. Possibly with benefits, but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it."
"You're not listening. Friends don't kidnap each other. I kidnap you at inopportune times," he reminds her. "I can get away with that because I'm a villain. I've never cared if it's not convenient for you, I've never had to care, but friends have to care. Before, it was petty villainy, but after this…" He exhales on a hiss without lifting his head. "After this, you'll come to hate me for what will seem rampant discourtesy."
Roxanne is silent for a long moment. She hadn't thought of it that way, but he's right-she wouldn't have understood. She does now, though. Before she knows it, she hears herself saying, "So this complicates things, but you're assuming we'll continue as we have been. Who says we can't change things? I'll work with you, we'll work something out."
Slowly, he raises his head and looks down at her. "What?"
She smiles and shrugs. "I'll tell you when is convenient for me. Schedule you in, even. I'll keep two sets of books, I've done it before-it's not even hard, though you probably know that. Disposable cell phones, snail mail if we have to but I imagine your security is pretty tight so maybe phone calls will work anyway. And I'll make sure to have other things-important things-also scheduled in for you to interrupt. Don't worry about it."
He stares, eyes shining. "You'd really do all that for me?"
"It's what friends do," she demurs, trying not to wonder whether she'd do this for anyone else. "You said it yourself, friends have to care."
"Never have I been so glad to be friend-zoned."
Roxanne chuckles, ducks her head up and kisses the corner of his mouth. "It's not entirely altruistic. Your kidnappings are interesting. Inconvenient, irritating, but sort of fun in their own right."
His lip curls. "'Sort of fun' is not the image I want to project."
"You won't. With my help?" She grins impishly. "You'll be able to project an even more ruthless image. I'm happy where I am right now in my career, I don't actually want to go any higher-it gets too political, too boring-but climbing is expected of me. I'm starting to make people nervous. I need to start meeting with people who can get me higher, into management."
"But you don't want to," Megamind murmurs. "You want me to sabotage your career."
"Slowly. Quietly. Make people think I'm not reliable enough to manage."
"Through no fault of your own, of course." He's starting to smile.
"Of course."
"Of course!" He laughs. "That won't be a problem at all. A power play, I love power plays. If you'll let me, I'd love to help you with this. But…" His smile slips a few notches. "Roxanne, I'm not very good at…social niceties. I mean juggling work and, and friends. I might not be able to, to, keep to a schedule."
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it." She shakes her head. "Don't sell yourself short, remember?"
"Don't tell me what sort of man I am," he warns. "Don't. We've had-sex, yes, but you don't know me yet."
"No, I don't," Roxanne agrees. "But I want to."
He smiles at her. "And that just says it all, doesn't it?"
"I guess it does."
"So what happens now?" He clears his throat, feeling suddenly awkward. "I mean. It's now past four. If we're going to sleep, we should probably get started."
Roxanne nods. "Sleep sounds like a good plan."
As they crawl off each other and drag their aching bodies back into alignment on the bed, heads on pillows and hands pulling covers into place, Megamind says, "Three questions."
Roxanne blinks at him in the low light. "What?"
"Three questions. You ask me three, I ask you three. Then we'll know each other better."
"What happened to sleep?"
"We can sleep after. Two more questions."
Roxanne laughs and slaps at his arm. "That didn't count!"
"Oh ho, look who's playing along. Fine." He grins and curls on his side like a cat. Roxanne lies facing him.
"Okay…what's your favorite band?"
"AC/DC. Hands down. I have to give the Oz man his due, though; he comes in close second."
Roxanne chuckles. "Ozzy, really? I guess I can see that, okay. Hmmm." She thinks for a moment. Megamind watches her comfortably. "Where are you from? Originally, I mean. Why Earth?"
"I have no idea why Earth." He shifts a little. "I'm from a little star in your constellation Pyxis. You can see it best in February, low in the southern sky."
"Hmm," Roxanne says again. "Can I ask another question that doesn't count?"
"In the same vein? Maybe. Depends on the question."
"Why did you leave?"
He sighs. Grimaces. "I'd…I'd rather not go into that. It's kind of painful. Another time, maybe."
Roxanne nods. "Okay, fair enough. So, last question-first memory."
His smile flashes white. "I was curled in a little ball in a cramped, dark place, so I pushed with my head and hands until the sac I was in tore. The light hurt my eyes. I think I may have gurgled a bit."
She chuckles, confused. "When was this?"
"You did say first memory. I became self-aware as soon as I hatched."
"Like, from an egg?"
He points at his skull. "This did not go through a birth canal. I also don't forget anything."
"So do the women of your species have ovipositors?"
"I wouldn't know. I never got the chance to check." Then he scowls playfully and pokes her in the forehead with a cold fingertip. "Okay, that was six questions. My turn. What's your favorite band?"
"Oh, god, don't ask me that, I'll never be able to answer." She laughs. "I like so many. Tracy Chapman is good, Elton John is touch and go, I can't listen to Cat Stevens without crying but I love him anyway…those were what I was raised on. For me, though?" She half-smiles. "Slipknot is fun. Venom is also good. Cynic. I love Cynic."
Megamind has to blink a few times. "You're a metalhead?"
She grins. "Congratulations, not many people know that about me."
"You're a metalhead. Oh my god."
"Look, it's not just metal." She yawns. "Hurry up and ask your last two questions, I wanna go to sleep."
"Okay, okay. Favorite word?"
"Chiaroscuro."
He blinks again. "You didn't have to think about that."
"Nope. I took a few art courses back in college. I like the way chiaroscuro looks, I like the way it sounds, I like what it means. It's a good word." She yawns again and reaches out, pats around under the covers until she finds a hand. She snuggles down into the pillow and closes her eyes. "It reminds me of you, a little. Last question."
Megamind is quiet for a moment, looking at their joined hands and her peaceful expression. Then he smiles at her and squeezes gently. "I think I'll save my last question for another time."
"'Kay. Sleep?"
"Sleep now. Good night, Roxanne."
"Night Megamind. 'N' guess what? I know you better now. And I like you."
He pauses, startled, then smiles helplessly and reaches out to brush the hair away from her face. "I like you, too," he whispers. "I like you, too."
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She stumbles, falls, goes to her hands and knees and barely hears Megamind's concerned exclamation. Holy…holy shit, she thinks, staring at the cold floor. What am I doing? I just had sex with Megamind. I just had sex with Megamind. And I'm about to have more sex with Megamind.
I could run, she realizes. I could run away right now and he wouldn't come after me. Minion would take me home and we'd never speak of this again.
Do I want to do that?
"Roxanne?" The quiet voice startles her into looking up. Worried green eyes blink at her from the side of the bed. "Are you okay?"
"I," she says unevenly and then Megamind is suddenly on his knees next to her, one hand on the small of her back and the other cupping her cheek; she's falling into his eyes again and he looks so worried and if she pulled away right now it would destroy him.
She could call this off, could tell him, oh god, I just realized the kidnapping spray didn't wear off until just now. He'd be horrified, but he'd immediately help her on with her clothes.
As soon as she realizes that, she knows she doesn't want to stop. They're both consenting adults. Megamind is new and interesting and an astonishingly good kisser-a fast learner. He's physically attractive and intellectually stimulating. They're comfortable with each other. And here's the kicker-he's a good guy. Shockingly enough, Megamind is actually a really nice individual.
With delightfully varied tastes in the bedroom.
He's also a genius, which is probably why his eyes are going wide right now and the color is slowly draining from his face and he looks like he's about to be sick. He drops his hand and rocks back on his heels. "Oh, no," he whispers. "The spray."
Roxanne reaches for him. Oh for crying out loud, I did not want drama tonight. Fucking hell. "Megamind, don't-"
"It's all right." He holds up his hands, his expression slamming to neutral even though he's still pale. "I understand, believe me. You weren't in your right mind; I…miscalculated, this is my fault. Everything you did while under the influence will be stricken from the record. This never happened. Although-if, if you want to prosecute, th-that's completely fine but I-" He stares at her unhappily. "Rox-Miss Ritchi. Please believe me, I didn't know. I am so sorry."
"Well, I'm in my right mind now," she snaps, then softens the remark by leaning forward and kissing him. Softly this time. Gently. She rests her forehead against his, her fingers lacing together behind his head. "As for everything I said-my inhibitions were just gone, that was all; just because I was a little bit stoned when I said you were hot doesn't make it not true."
That's not what he's worried about, and she knows it, so she picks up his hand again and pulls him to his feet, puts her hands on his slim hips. It's dark; the light from the bathroom is blocked by the heavy hangings of the bed and when Roxanne closes her eyes it's almost frighteningly easy for her to admit things she doesn't like to think about. "Guess what? I trust you. If I didn't, I'd be way more freaked out about what goes on when you kidnap me. You're one of my friends, Megamind, cackling supervillain and shy intellectual and all, and I can't believe it's taken me until now to realize that."
She squeezes gently. "And I'd sort of like to keep going, if that's all right with you."
Megamind pulls his head back and looks at her, scrunching his whole face up in confused and surprised pleasure. "Well of course it's all right with me. But surely you jest."
"I never joke."
"Yes you do."
"I'm naked here and not freaking out at all, what does that tell you?"
He peers at her, wheels turning behind his eyes until he finally decides to take her at her word, and then he smiles at her. "You are incredible, have I ever told you that?"
"You may have mentioned it, yes," she smiles back. "Now. Back to bed? I'm really not in the mood for angsty drama right now and I am still wildly curious about this dildo."
He throws his head back and laughs long and loud-a real laugh, happy and relieved, not one of his stock ones-before turning around and pulling her with him so that she falls on top of him on the bed. "Incredible and insatiable," he purrs. Roxanne laughs and climbs off him.
"Come on, you, move this way. I've got a silk belt with your name on it." It's still insane, what they're doing, but somehow they're both at ease now. Possibly because they've dodged a bullet and come out together on the other side-yes, that must be it, she thinks. I was out of my head before, but now we know I want him anyway.
Megamind grins and manages to be only slightly breathless while she ties his wrists to the headboard and slides the lace up his legs. Then Roxanne sits back to look at him, bare except for the scrap of cloth low on his slim hips and the black silk around his wrists, knees slightly apart, hands twisting absently, nervously. Blue limbs on black sheets, dark purple shadows pooling wherever he touches the bed, the light from the bathroom shining sky-blue on the dome of his head, the angle of his jaw, the lean lines of his leg and arm, the scalloped ribs. Dear god, he's thin-but then, she can only see the lowest ribs and only far back on his sides; the rest of his chest is undeniably muscled. Maybe that's just how he's built. Either way, he's gorgeous.
"You know what else is a shame?" she says. "That nobody but me is seeing this. I didn't think a dude in a thong could ever be so hot. I didn't think you would ever be this sexy." She pauses. "I'm sorry, that sounded horrible."
Megamind wrinkles his nose again. "You really think I'm sexy?"
"Heavens yes." She slips the egg behind the silk triangle and flicks it on, and he must not have been ready for that because he actually squeaks. Something shifts under the silk, pauses, wriggles and circles the humming vibrator.
Roxanne picks up on a different hum, and looks up at Megamind's face. He has his head thrown back, his eyes and lips squeezed closed. "Hmmmmmmmmmmm."
She leans down and bites the blue skin on the inside of his thigh, and Megamind's humming gets louder. Bites and sucks, marks him, and the hum cuts off and is replaced by a low whine. Something touches the side of Roxanne's face and she bats it away on reflex, then is surprised by Megamind's startled, "Yes-!"
A purple-blue tentacle has crept out from behind the silk and is twitching desperately, and when Roxanne bats at it again she gets another pleased exclamation. So that's why he'd been into spanking.
She shifts around, slips her fingers into Megamind's mouth. "Suck," she tells him, and does he ever. She stares down at him in total shock. This is the first person she's been with to get her this hot this quickly just by sucking on her fingers, but the way he's moving his face-the sharp chin and hollowing cheeks, eyelids fluttering, nostrils flaring-he's in a world of his own, and god damn but Roxanne wants to be there too.
She pulls her fingers free and scoots down, sinks her teeth into his hip and makes him buck, then pulls the thread of the thong back and pushes a finger inside to the first knuckle. She pauses and then slides it deeper, rotates, all the while watching his face. He bites his lip, shivers, gasps. Moans when she pulls out and slides back in, whines at her when she pauses to get the lube. She adds a second finger at the same time as batting the questing tendril and his whole body shudders. When she takes the tendril in her mouth and bites down gently, he actually cries out. Vibrator tendril has just overloaded, but Roxanne gives him no time to recover.
She works him open, twisting and pushing and pulling and scissoring like mad until she's got three fingers in and there's no resistance. That's when she reaches for the dildo.
Panting and trembling, Megamind slits an eye open and watches her sit up and lick the thing from end to end before tipping her head back and gliding it into her mouth all the way. His eyes nearly fall out of his head. He gulps, manages words. "There's a-buckles 'n' straps 'n' stuff-second drawer-"
Roxanne slowly takes the dildo out of her mouth and cocks an eyebrow, then disappears over the side of the bed. Megamind drops his head back down onto the pillow, panting and staring up at the ceiling. They're really doing this. Holy shit. She wants to do this with him, holy shit. And oh god the vibrator is still going gangbusters down there and he's already half-hard again. Holy shit.
Then Roxanne is back. Megamind doesn't look; he thinks if he did, he might melt into a puddle right there on the bed and he's not a fan of messes.
She turns off the vibrator, slides the thong down over his legs, presses a quick kiss to his hip. He's not sure what that means. It hadn't been necessary, had it? "Turn over, hon."
Blood racing, heart pounding, Megamind drags himself onto his stomach and somehow gets his knees under him. There's pressure, and then there's pushing, and he whines and relaxes as best he can and this is Roxanne doing this to him, fucking him open now in long slow strokes, each a tiny bit deeper than the last, making him gasp and choke and beg. This is stuff he's hardly dared to dream about. When she reaches around and tangles her free hand in his spray, he lets out a really undignified mewling noise that he isn't at all ashamed of and wraps desperately around her hand, around her wrist, seeking contact; Roxanne doesn't disappoint. She curls her fingers, squeezes, pulls, pushes.
He pushes his face into the pillow and tries to remember to breathe as he pulls against the headboard, making it creak in protest. It never feels like this when he's alone. Never. He's gone all out before when Minion has been out for the day and it's still never felt like this. This is glory, right here, as powerless as he is this is power in the struggle and sweat and gasp-
It never feels like this when he's alone.
Roxanne leans over his back and bites and sucks at the base of his neck, and the tendril that's into bondage and the one that's into anal play climax nearly simultaneously-Megamind isn't sure which one triggers the other, but either way he can't stop the scream that tears out of him.
Two at once is new, too much in the best possible way, and he crumples onto the black silk, shoulders heaving. There's a cold, ticklish feeling traveling up his spine; when it comes to rest between his shoulder blades he recognizes it as sweat. He feels trembly, shaky, and he's not sure where his knees have gone. Slowly, he brings them together, pulling himself off the strap-on with a whimper as he collapses to the side. The way his spine twists sends the sweat trickling in an acute angle around the edge of his scapula to leave a small wet spot on the sheet.
The deep breath he takes is shuddery when he exhales, and he coughs. "Give me," he manages, "a minute."
Roxanne sits back on her haunches, already working the buckles to take off the strap-on. "A minute to what?" she asks, amused.
"Recover. So that I can return the favor." He rolls over, hands still tied to the headboard. "If you'll let me."
Roxanne finishes the last buckle, lays the instrument carefully on the bedspread beside her as she tries to fix everything that's just happened in her memory. Even if it never happens again, she's going to remember this. Megamind writhing in front of her, coming undone. Megamind screaming for her.
Her mouth twists to the side and she starts to say something, and then she looks at him and whatever she had been going to say dies on her lips as she stares down at him. All five tendrils are out on display, waving and pulsing slightly-it isn't that any one is particularly thick, she realizes; it's that when one gets thicker, the others get thinner. They twine around each other, curling together and then apart, straining towards her, seeking.
"Let you?" she murmurs, blood roaring in her ears. Megamind's not the only one who's blushing. "Sure, yeah, okay. I'll let you." Megamind grins sharply and starts to sit up, only to be caught by his hands. "Oh, sorry," Roxanne says, and crawls up over him to reach his bound wrists and tug at the knot.
She's warm and incredibly soft, the smell of her is nearly overpowering and if she wasn't bracing herself on her elbows she'd be lying on top of him, covering him with her body. It's more than he's ever dreamed of, more than he's ever expected to receive from anyone, let alone her. He's tied down, pressed to the mattress under the comforting comfortable weight of her body, and he's looking over her shoulder at the ceiling and loving every minute of this. This is perfect. This is right.
His gaze slips sideways. If he thinks about it too much he's liable to become maudlin, so he blows a raspberry on her boob and she yelps. "Hey!" He laughs at her, tipping his head back to meet her gaze. Her hands are occupied, so she bonks him with her forehead, laughing with him. "You are such a goober," she says, and then his hands are free.
He struggles to push himself up on shaking arms and she straightens with him, still holding his hands, massaging his thin wrists with her thumbs. "Sorry," she apologizes again. "I think I tied them too tightly."
"Hush," he tells her, and kisses her lightly because it feels like the right thing to do. "You did great. Where did you learn to...I mean, that can't be your first time?"
She blushes. She's too pretty; it's not fair. "One of my boyfriends in college was into pegging. He taught me."
Megamind pauses. "I don't wanna think about you having boyfriends," he complains, cupping her face and carding his fingers into her short hair. "It's too weird, and-uh?"
Roxanne has just reached between his legs and tangled her fingers in his spray again. "I'm yours tonight," she tells him, giving him a gentle squeeze that makes his eyebrows twitch. "Think about that."
Megamind blinks down at himself. "O-okay," he says, sounding startled. "That's new. I've never seen them all out like this, not after they've already…Huh. I wonder why…"
"Megamind," Roxanne says, and he glances up at her, everything about boyfriends and confusion flying straight out of his head. Megamind isn't the only one who's sweating; Roxanne's eyes have gone to half-mast, the pupils dilated. She strokes her fingers through his spray. "This is all very interesting, but can you think about it later?"
His face relaxes into a smile. "Is th-there something you'd like me to do in the meantime?" As though she isn't already making his head spin.
"Right now I would very much like it if you fucked me."
He blinks, gapes for a moment-he hadn't expected her to be so direct. "I can. I can do that. How…?"
"You were doing fine with what you did before. Please."
"Um um um. Yes." He reaches for her, lays one hand on the curve where her shoulder meets her neck. "Yes definitely."
Roxanne leans forward a little. Megamind responds, rolling up to his knees; for just a half second he's taller than she is. Then he bends down and kisses her for what is really only the second time that night; Roxanne has been doing most of the kissing thus far.
This is all Megamind. He scoots forward without breaking the kiss, sinks back down to Roxanne's level and brushes a hand through her hair to cup the back of her head. Slips his tongue between her lips. Touches her breast with his free hand. He holds her as if she's something precious, kissing her softly, touching her with shy, nervous hands.
As fervent as his earlier struggles had been, as passionate as they had been with each other-that is as gentle as he is now. Entranced somewhat by the difference, Roxanne lifts her hands to his face and touches the flat planes of his cheekbones, the hard angle of his jaw. Touches him the way he's touching her. He inhales through his nose and sucks her tongue into his mouth, and she moans almost without meaning to.
Then he bows her down, draws his hands out from under her head and back as he follows her, bracing himself on either side to raise and resettle on top of her, covering her with his body. He mouths his way up her jaw to her ear, traces around the shell with his tongue, plants open-mouthed kisses down her neck to pepper her shoulders with small, ticklish pecks before moving to her breast and sucking.
Roxanne gasps and whines, arches her back. Noise is good. He kneads, flicks, pinches and bites until she whimpers. Licks a wide, flat stripe down her belly to fit his mouth over her and hum.
"Oh," she says, sounding faint and slightly strangled. "Megamind, oh yes." She feels him smiling, feels him bite just a little too hard and she bucks. He makes a noise, soothes an apology with lips and tongue and then he slips his fingers into her-long clever fingers, pianist's or thief's hands. He scissors, she moans. He rotates, she lets out a startled cry. He slides his fingers out and spreads her wide and licks, sliding his tongue across, along, in; she gasps and shudders and twists, her fingers clenching and unclenching on the back of his head and in the comforter at her side.
"Please," she whispers, moving her hips. "Megamind. Megamind please."
He lifts his head and rests his chin on her abdomen, gazing up at her with shining eyes. "You," he says seriously, stroking his hand absently across the soft skin of her stomach as he echoes her earlier words, "are beautiful."
She feels beautiful.
Then he pushes himself up, rises, and Roxanne catches her breath. It's ridiculous, of course, they did this before just a few minutes ago. But. Not like this, not quite like this, not all soft gentle touches and murmured words. Not as though they were lovers. She has to catch her breath when he touches her inner thigh, and her knees fall apart with a whimper.
He leans over her, bows his head, kisses her-and she can feel his tendrils curling slowly into her, twisting together as they enter and then apart once they're inside, touching her more deeply and intimately than anyone else ever could. Oh, dear lord. Megamind. When he pulls away a little she opens her eyes and reaches for him, reaches up and runs her hands over the slope of his cranium, staring up at him.
Sometimes, with her other partners, she doesn't like to look at them. Usually she just likes to feel. Looking does nothing for her; sometimes it's even a buzzkill, but Megamind. She could look at him forever. It's a little bit frightening and a little bit exhilarating, and it's just a little bit unexpectedly comforting.
She looks down, glances down at where their bodies come together, and it looks so neat. Megamind chooses that point to make a particularly vigorous movement somewhere deep inside, and it's probably just her imagination but she thinks she sees him shift under her skin and somehow that is just unbelievably sexy.
His voice calls her back to reality, though not for long; the thin sheen of sweat on his brow is more than a little bit distracting because of how badly she wants to kiss it away.
"Um," he mumbles. "How…should I…"
Roxanne takes her hands off his head and puts them on his sides instead, pushes and pulls weakly. "Move," she gasps. "In an' out. Yes. Yes like that." She groans, arches to meet him.
A few thrusts later, he stops moving. Roxanne stares up at him, bewildered. "What are you doing. Stop that."
"Beg," he whispers.
"Nnnnngghh. Please."
"Please what?"
She tries ineffectually to grind up against him. "Please Megamind if you do not start moving right fucking now." She doesn't finish the threat; she has no idea what to finish it with. "Oh my god. Please move." She claws at his back, squeezes his neck and takes some small pleasure in the way his eyes cross. He pulls back, pushes in so slowly that she has to bite back a scream, then rotates his pelvis against her.
He slips a tendril out and curls it up to her clit again, and after that, things get a little blurry-she will remember white light on blue skin and black sheets, the smell of sweat and leather and smoke, the taste of his skin, the sounds of his heavy breathing joining her sighs. These are the things she will take with her.
Megamind loses control first and spills over the edge with a low cry. Roxanne follows only a few seconds later, shaking and spasming around him as he falls down and apart on top of her.
He doesn't pull out right away. For a long minute, they lie where they are, diagonally across Megamind's giant bed, Roxanne's arms limp on the covers, her legs quiet and tingly where they lie twined with his. He hugs her head with one arm, his other hand fisted loosely in the bedspread by her shoulder, his face against the mattress, the two of them lying ear-to-ear. His breaths are cool and quick against her shoulder.
As their breathing slows and lengthens Roxanne lifts her arms and wraps them around his back, lets out a contented sigh. She turns her head to the side, kisses his ear and nuzzles for a moment before settling there.
Megamind is slowly falling back into himself. Usually he would go to sleep now, but…
But Roxanne. She's so warm and close. He should sit up and go clean himself off, give her first dibs on the shower and offer to lend her a set of pajamas. Now. Before this goes wrong.
Then she sighs and puts her arms around him, kisses him. Snuggles. He trembles. This, he thinks, was a really spectacularly bad idea.
"I should take you home," he whispers, the words tearing out of him. "You shouldn't stay. I need to take you home, before-"
"Before I get too attached," she murmurs.
Megamind blinks. Slowly raises his head. Stares down at her. "You?"
"Me," she tells him. Massages his back with the pads of her thumbs. "You, too?"
He drops his head again and groans, staring at the side of her head. "This was a bad idea."
"Mmm, I disagree."
He could kiss her. She didn't say, You're wrong. She didn't say, Don't say that. She had simply told him, politely and coherently, that she disagrees with him. "What's your thinking?" he asks.
"You like logical things," Roxanne says. "Think about this logically. Why is it a bad idea?"
"It's going to make things weird," he says, "and if I become-attached to you, it would compromise our relationship as kidnapper and kidnappee." He lets go of the sheet and curls his hand over her shoulder, looking at his blue fingers on her bare skin, thinking how warm she is in his hands. "Please refute me."
"Easily." She smiles. "It doesn't have to be weird at all. This just means that our relationship as kidnapper and kidnappee has changed to…friends? Is friends okay?"
"Friends is good, but-"
"Friends, then. Possibly with benefits, but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it."
"You're not listening. Friends don't kidnap each other. I kidnap you at inopportune times," he reminds her. "I can get away with that because I'm a villain. I've never cared if it's not convenient for you, I've never had to care, but friends have to care. Before, it was petty villainy, but after this…" He exhales on a hiss without lifting his head. "After this, you'll come to hate me for what will seem rampant discourtesy."
Roxanne is silent for a long moment. She hadn't thought of it that way, but he's right-she wouldn't have understood. She does now, though. Before she knows it, she hears herself saying, "So this complicates things, but you're assuming we'll continue as we have been. Who says we can't change things? I'll work with you, we'll work something out."
Slowly, he raises his head and looks down at her. "What?"
She smiles and shrugs. "I'll tell you when is convenient for me. Schedule you in, even. I'll keep two sets of books, I've done it before-it's not even hard, though you probably know that. Disposable cell phones, snail mail if we have to but I imagine your security is pretty tight so maybe phone calls will work anyway. And I'll make sure to have other things-important things-also scheduled in for you to interrupt. Don't worry about it."
He stares, eyes shining. "You'd really do all that for me?"
"It's what friends do," she demurs, trying not to wonder whether she'd do this for anyone else. "You said it yourself, friends have to care."
"Never have I been so glad to be friend-zoned."
Roxanne chuckles, ducks her head up and kisses the corner of his mouth. "It's not entirely altruistic. Your kidnappings are interesting. Inconvenient, irritating, but sort of fun in their own right."
His lip curls. "'Sort of fun' is not the image I want to project."
"You won't. With my help?" She grins impishly. "You'll be able to project an even more ruthless image. I'm happy where I am right now in my career, I don't actually want to go any higher-it gets too political, too boring-but climbing is expected of me. I'm starting to make people nervous. I need to start meeting with people who can get me higher, into management."
"But you don't want to," Megamind murmurs. "You want me to sabotage your career."
"Slowly. Quietly. Make people think I'm not reliable enough to manage."
"Through no fault of your own, of course." He's starting to smile.
"Of course."
"Of course!" He laughs. "That won't be a problem at all. A power play, I love power plays. If you'll let me, I'd love to help you with this. But…" His smile slips a few notches. "Roxanne, I'm not very good at…social niceties. I mean juggling work and, and friends. I might not be able to, to, keep to a schedule."
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it." She shakes her head. "Don't sell yourself short, remember?"
"Don't tell me what sort of man I am," he warns. "Don't. We've had-sex, yes, but you don't know me yet."
"No, I don't," Roxanne agrees. "But I want to."
He smiles at her. "And that just says it all, doesn't it?"
"I guess it does."
"So what happens now?" He clears his throat, feeling suddenly awkward. "I mean. It's now past four. If we're going to sleep, we should probably get started."
Roxanne nods. "Sleep sounds like a good plan."
As they crawl off each other and drag their aching bodies back into alignment on the bed, heads on pillows and hands pulling covers into place, Megamind says, "Three questions."
Roxanne blinks at him in the low light. "What?"
"Three questions. You ask me three, I ask you three. Then we'll know each other better."
"What happened to sleep?"
"We can sleep after. Two more questions."
Roxanne laughs and slaps at his arm. "That didn't count!"
"Oh ho, look who's playing along. Fine." He grins and curls on his side like a cat. Roxanne lies facing him.
"Okay…what's your favorite band?"
"AC/DC. Hands down. I have to give the Oz man his due, though; he comes in close second."
Roxanne chuckles. "Ozzy, really? I guess I can see that, okay. Hmmm." She thinks for a moment. Megamind watches her comfortably. "Where are you from? Originally, I mean. Why Earth?"
"I have no idea why Earth." He shifts a little. "I'm from a little star in your constellation Pyxis. You can see it best in February, low in the southern sky."
"Hmm," Roxanne says again. "Can I ask another question that doesn't count?"
"In the same vein? Maybe. Depends on the question."
"Why did you leave?"
He sighs. Grimaces. "I'd…I'd rather not go into that. It's kind of painful. Another time, maybe."
Roxanne nods. "Okay, fair enough. So, last question-first memory."
His smile flashes white. "I was curled in a little ball in a cramped, dark place, so I pushed with my head and hands until the sac I was in tore. The light hurt my eyes. I think I may have gurgled a bit."
She chuckles, confused. "When was this?"
"You did say first memory. I became self-aware as soon as I hatched."
"Like, from an egg?"
He points at his skull. "This did not go through a birth canal. I also don't forget anything."
"So do the women of your species have ovipositors?"
"I wouldn't know. I never got the chance to check." Then he scowls playfully and pokes her in the forehead with a cold fingertip. "Okay, that was six questions. My turn. What's your favorite band?"
"Oh, god, don't ask me that, I'll never be able to answer." She laughs. "I like so many. Tracy Chapman is good, Elton John is touch and go, I can't listen to Cat Stevens without crying but I love him anyway…those were what I was raised on. For me, though?" She half-smiles. "Slipknot is fun. Venom is also good. Cynic. I love Cynic."
Megamind has to blink a few times. "You're a metalhead?"
She grins. "Congratulations, not many people know that about me."
"You're a metalhead. Oh my god."
"Look, it's not just metal." She yawns. "Hurry up and ask your last two questions, I wanna go to sleep."
"Okay, okay. Favorite word?"
"Chiaroscuro."
He blinks again. "You didn't have to think about that."
"Nope. I took a few art courses back in college. I like the way chiaroscuro looks, I like the way it sounds, I like what it means. It's a good word." She yawns again and reaches out, pats around under the covers until she finds a hand. She snuggles down into the pillow and closes her eyes. "It reminds me of you, a little. Last question."
Megamind is quiet for a moment, looking at their joined hands and her peaceful expression. Then he smiles at her and squeezes gently. "I think I'll save my last question for another time."
"'Kay. Sleep?"
"Sleep now. Good night, Roxanne."
"Night Megamind. 'N' guess what? I know you better now. And I like you."
He pauses, startled, then smiles helplessly and reaches out to brush the hair away from her face. "I like you, too," he whispers. "I like you, too."
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