Hello, all! Definitely took me longer to finish this chapter than I had envisioned, but isn't that always the case? I'm not going to say anything else about it right now... don't want to give anything away!

I will thank my reviewers for chapter 6, though... shout-outs to Rocky Rooster, Talani Silverwolf, Tootsie Roo, and Invasor Irken K.

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Sighing heavily once he was completely alone, Megamind flopped down on his now empty bed and stared at the ceiling. He casually crossed his arms behind his head to use for a pillow, trying his best to feel normal. There were many variables to navigate in this new equation of a potential sexual relationship with none other than Roxanne. Both the answers and possibilities were infinite; his vast mind had much to consider, and the alien had no way of knowing how long it would take him to sort through it all. Megamind could only hope that his recently more willing victim had the ability to be at least a little bit patient.

Chapter 7- Concessions of an Intelligent Mind

As the bright sun steadily set over the looming skyline of Metro City, the crisp November day was coming to an end. While the temperature had started to drop in recent days, the sky still held the brilliant colors of fall that seemed to hold off the gloomy, brooding winter for just awhile longer. Behind closed doors on this particular late afternoon but in clear view of a floor to ceiling window, a thin blue figure stared down intently at an aesthetically pleasing arrangement of high-end Ikea furniture that was not his own.

It's hopeless, Megamind thought to himself dramatically, sulking atop one of three gorgeous, eight-foot cherry-wood bookshelves in Roxanne's high-rise apartment. He had been holding court alone there for nearly an hour trying to sort through the debacle that she had placed before him two weeks before, and so far his decision making ability was proving just as ineffective at her place as it had been within the familiar confines of the Lair. The villain vacillated between making a stealthy exit before his sneaky reporter returned from work and allowing her to catch him there, much as he had continuously wrestled about the status of their relationship since he had seen her last.

For the first two or three years that Megamind had kidnapped his pseudo-damsel, their relationship had remained one of mutual annoyance mixed with an unorthodox sort of professionalism. That was followed by a few years of increasingly witty and heated banter, with the occasional unacknowledged courtesy afforded the other in difficult situations. And now having the clarity of hindsight at his disposal, Megamind realized that the fire in their exchanges had increased about tenfold in the last six months. The current state of affairs was a tragically beautiful accident just begging to hoist itself on the unsuspecting captor and captive.

If we do this… we'll probably end up tearing each other apart. We're both so damn stubborn. But if we don't... he began in his head, but finished aloud, "… I'll regret it for as long as I live." In that breath, the alien knew he had made up his mind on a very basic level. He had no idea how the rest of it would or should fall into place, but he knew in his heart that turning her down was no longer an option.

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A few hours later and not so very far away, Roxanne was finally on her way home after a long day at the end of an even longer week. Per usual, Hal was driving and prattling on endlessly about some inane thing or another. It was all white noise to the seasoned newswoman, who found the sight of a rainy Metro City whizzing past her at forty miles an hour a calming balm for the draining string of thoughts that had paraded in a circle through her mind in the last few weeks.

"… and it was so cool, Roxie… in front of all those people at my buddy Gary's birthday party, I totally got a perfect score doing 'Through the Fire and the Flames' on expert. Which is, like, so incredibly hard to do. Everyone was cheering for me, though! Have you ever played Rock Band, Roxie? I have it for the Wii, you know… instead of me taking you home, we could just head over to my place and do a little 2 player mode… Roxie? Hey Roxie, are you listening?"

Roxanne finally snapped out of her dazed gazing out the window of the news van at the coldly wet evening zooming past her.

"Huh?" the reporter replied distractedly. "Oh, sorry, Hal. I must have checked out for a minute there." Those days, once she was off duty from the station, it was all Roxanne could do not to get completely lost in her own thoughts.

"So, do you want to come over? We could order a pizza or something, my treat!"

Annoying though her awkward cameraman was, Roxanne couldn't find it in her heart to be angry at Hal's increasingly frequent and less than subtle propositions. It was really quite lucky for him that he was so pathetic; otherwise, her patience would have worn off long ago.

She sighed. "You know Hal, this has just been a really long day, and this entire week has been ridiculous. That whole string of pet store robberies… I'm just going to go to bed early tonight."

"Oh yeah, well, that's cool. I totally understand. Another time, huh? When we haven't been filming empty cages all week! Heh!" Hal punctuated the end of his statement with an obnoxious wink that Roxanne was quite sure had been entirely suave in the red head's distorted view of reality. "You know, if they hadn't already caught that deranged veterinarian I would have sworn that Megamind was behind the whole thing."

That sparked the reporter's attention. Megamind. She'd been spending so much mental energy trying not to think about him constantly for the last two weeks, and failing miserably, that it sounded strange to hear someone else spontaneously bring him up in conversation.

"Yeah, heh," she laughed weakly. "It did sound like a precursor to one of his evil plots. 'Eeevil Rabbits of Doom.' Or something."

"Ha! That's priceless, Roxie. Man, I really admire that you can keep a sense of humor about the whole thing, with everything that he puts you through. Hey, he hasn't grabbed you in a while, has he?"

"Yeah, it's been a couple of weeks," Roxanne replied with an insincere smile, trying for all the world to sound nonchalant.

"I could have sworn it was longer than that. Yeah, just the other day I was talking about it with Nate from the mail room. He was saying it had to be at least a month."

Roxanne's eyes went wide, and she did her best to casually turn her head back toward the window. Oops. The botched kidnapping and everything that had followed had indeed transpired two weeks beforehand, but that last actual kidnapping? Oh. The Equestrinator… geez, how could I forget about that?!

"Wow, yeah… I guess it has been a month. Things have been so normal I guess I kind of lost track of time!" the brunette commented flippantly, undoing her seatbelt just as Hal finally pulled up in front her upscale high-rise. "Thanks for the ride, Hal… have a good weekend. See you Monday!" she called over her shoulder as she closed the door to the van. "Ugh, thank God I get two days off from him," she muttered to herself while walking through the revolving door to her lobby.

"Good evening, Miss Ritchi," greeted Carlos, the building's amiable, white-mustached doorman.

"Hi Carlos, how are you doing tonight?" Roxanne smiled genuinely. She was always warmed to see Carlos's familiar face when she returned home after her long days of news work. He had taken a fatherly shine to Roxanne almost instantly when she had moved in, since the man had two daughters of his own around her age. It was nice to have someone ask after her day that wasn't just sucking up or putting on niceties.

"Just fine, just fine. And you? You had a pretty exciting week, didn't you?"

"Yeah, a little too exciting, I think," she said, walking up to the elevator and pushing the "up" button. "I'm glad it's not my turn to be on call this weekend, that's for sure."

"Well, I hope that you can have a restful few days and that it doesn't get, um, interrupted?" the doorman commented, knowing all too well how easily a supposed day off for the reporter could end up being anything but.

"Ha, well, he's let me have this whole month, pretty much… hopefully I'll get lucky and the blue guy will go ahead and take the weekend off, too!"

"For sure. I'm off myself tomorrow, but I'll see you on Sunday, probably," Carlos informed Roxanne just as the elevator dinged to make its arrival known.

"Anything planned?" she asked as she stepped onto it.

"Taking my grandson to the movies," the older man smiled back.

"Aw, well you enjoy yourself. Night!" Roxanne called politely as the doors closed.

"Goodnight, Miss Ritchi."

Involuntarily, the reporter stepped back in the elevator until she could rest her head on the faux wooden wall behind her. Roxanne closed her eyes and expelled a breath that she felt like she'd held in all day, and with it went the mask she had put on for the rest of the world since the last time she was in her kidnapper's presence. She hated to admit how much that day had replayed in her mind during the last few weeks, but she found it impossible to prevent her thoughts from wandering to the events of those few hours.

His deep, silken voice in her ear. His strong hands roaming over the curves of her body, and the sleek, blue fingers that had explored even more deeply. His skillful mouth daring to taste her where his hands had ventured, and the kisses that burned with years of pent up longing. Roxanne's lips tinged with the memory, and she unwittingly lifted a hand to ghost over them. Before the encounter with him, it had been embarrassingly long since she'd received any manner of male affection.

At first, the brunette couldn't quite decide if the experience had rooted in her mind the way it did simply because it had been so long for her. But the more that time passed, the more she was sure that something beyond a mere physical exchange had transpired. Almost any two aroused, consenting adults could manage to make each other feel good on some base level. Roxanne had been with enough men, though, to know that the kind of raw passion that had exploded between her and Megamind… serum or no serum… was not an everyday occurrence. And as the days now indeed turned into weeks, she wondered if the blue alien would ever come back to take her up on her offer.

The elevator dinged once again to signify the end of its journey to the twenty-seventh floor. Immediately opening her eyes, the sound effectively brought Roxanne out of her hazy reverie. Tiredly stepping off the elevator with her laptop bag slung carelessly over her shoulder, she made the same left turn that she did every day and walked the path to her front door. Her thoughts easily wandered back to Megamind as she turned the key in the lock, disconcertingly wishing that she and the alien had completed their own tryst with such a penetrative act.

Part of the reporter could still hardly believe that she had made the abrasive offer of a strictly sexual relationship to her captor; that same part of her was relieved he had yet to show up and lay claim to her proposition. Meanwhile, the other part of Roxanne, the part whose voice was growing steadily louder by the day, hoped beyond hope that he would come charging into her apartment with all of his dramatic bluster and have his way with her roughly up against a wall… with her skirt bunched hastily around her waist…

These naughty thoughts flitted through Roxanne's head as she realized that all of the lights in her apartment were off. This was pretty unusual, because when the reporter knew that she would return home after dark, she almost always left the light on in her entry way. Cautiously, she moved back the few steps she had come from the door and warily reached for the light switch.

"Ah!" she screamed in alarm the second the room lit up. And for good reason… there was Megamind, sitting on top of her highest bookshelf of all places like it was the most natural thing in the world. He appeared to be very deep in thought; so deep, in fact, that he failed to notice Roxanne's entrance at all. His dark brows were furrowed, his legs crossed so that a foot rested on his opposite knee and his oversize head was propped up on a gloveless hand.

"Megamind, what in the world… you scared me half to death!" Roxanne panted, trying to catch her breath with a shocked hand on her chest.

Now the villain looked up. "Roxanne! What time is it?" he asked confusedly, rubbing his blue forehead and looking around as he attempted to orient himself to the newly brightened state of the room.

"About quarter after 7… um, I can't believe I'm even bothering to ask you, but what exactly are you doing up there? Are you Batman all of a sudden?"

Her onetime kidnapper flashed a fatigued grin, answering, "Sure, I'm Batman… Mighty Protector of your loft apartment. As long as I'm not the Val Kilmer Batman, though… I prefer Christian Bale if I must be associated with someone in the heroic vein."

The brunette smirked appreciatively, both at his presence and his quip. "Seriously, though… what are you doing up there?"

"I actually got here quite a while ago… it was still light outside. And I felt like I had a lot of thinking to do still, and when I think I like to do it from a height. Looking down at objects below me always seems to help me gain some sense of… perspective when I'm toiling with a particularly difficult puzzle."

"Do you make a habit out of sitting on bookshelves for gaining this… 'perspective'?"

"No, I usually take my hoverbike up to some of the taller buildings in Metrocity…ones where I'm sure I will encounter no one else, and I sit by myself and look down at the hustle and bustle below me."

"So what kind of puzzle are you working through tonight, genius?" Roxanne asked saucily as she slowly walked toward the shelf where he was perched, though she was pretty sure she already knew the answer.

"Well, you see, this unbelievably stunning, sexy woman that I've been fantasizing about for years made me an incredibly enticing offer a couple of weeks ago."

"Reeeaally…" drawled Roxanne, looking up at the alien with dancing blue eyes as she put down her laptop bag next to the couch. She also untied her tan trench coat and made a point to remove it as lazily as possible, pushing her chest out purposefully as she let it slide down her arms and onto the hardwood floor. Aware of her pulse quickening under his acute stare, Roxanne felt the longing she had tried so hard to quell bubbling involuntarily to the surface of her intentions.

"Yes," Megamind breathed, a bit staggered by the sassy reporter's obvious display, but maintaining eye contact with her, nonetheless. Rallying his resolve, he continued, "And I've had quite the time deciding whether or not I should take her up on this offer," he explained soberly, but with just the tiniest discernible hint of playfulness in his tone. "There are just so many variables to consider… if it's worth all the professional risks, if it's worth the possibility of me hurting her, or her hurting me…" In Megamind's head, he thought of it more as annihilating than merely hurting. Because if he were to let Roxanne in, even a little bit, and she were to reject him? The villain was fairly certain he might just cease to exist entirely.

"So in other words, you still aren't finished weighing the risks," she commented, the disappointment detectable in her voice.

"I don't think I'll ever stop considering all of the potentially problematic angles, Roxanne, even if my decision is already made."

"And what decision might that be?" the reporter questioned, trying too hard to sound casual when she was definitely nervous about his answer

Megamind effortlessly jumped down from his post, landing as skillfully and naturally on his feet as a sleek, blue cat right in front of Roxanne. He reached for her peach hands, which hung nervously at her sides, and laced his long fingers with her own as he looked somberly into her eyes. There was no pretense of bravado this time when he spoke.

"I've tried… so hard… to find a way to say no to you," he began deliberately, and the brunette's gaze immediately dropped to their linked hands. "It's a horrible idea… for us to be involved like that. Even if it's supposed to be casual. Because, honestly… I don't know if I can relegate my desire for you to a purely physical realm." At that remark, Roxanne instantly looked back up into Megamind's unearthly green orbs, and her own widened. "But I'm willing to try." Her stare widened yet again if it was even possible, but Megamind had pulled her into an all-consuming, possessive kiss before she could utter a single word.

Time stopped. The universe stopped. Everything that Roxanne Ritchi held dear and staked her livelihood on wilted in the shadow of that moment. Her arms automatically went around Megamind's thin, but unexpectedly strong neck, and his arms only tightened around her waist in response. As if her long-time captor had been able to reach into her mind and see the fantasy in which the reporter had indulged only minutes before their encounter, Megamind impetuously backed her up against the wall next to the bookshelf until there was hardly space enough for them to breath between the tangle of their insistent mouths and tongues.

Loathe as he was to do it, Megamind broke his assault on Roxanne's lips to pant, "This is why I couldn't say no." His breaths stayed close together as he leaned his larger forehead against her smaller one and continued, "I've wanted you like this so much… and for so long… that my body finally won out over my brain." Roxanne couldn't help but beam at his admission. "I don't know how we'll manage to pull this off, keep it from everyone…"

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," the brunette huffed, letting her hands roam downward to fist the shirt of his black leather suit until it came un-tucked from the matching tight pants.

"You don't waste any time, do you, Miss Ritchi?" Megamind wondered with a curiously raised eyebrow.

"Not another second," she replied easily, sliding a nylon-covered leg up to wrap around his inhumanly tiny waist while she boldly licked her tongue right through her bad boy's wicked smirk. He reciprocated by sliding two hungry palms over his temptress's round backside and using the pleasing location as leverage to hoist her up off the ground. Roxanne smiled around their increasingly sloppy kisses, happily crossing her ankles behind the villain's back until the points of her spiked heels were touching.

"Where to?" managed Megamind as his smooth hands began exploring and found their way under his soon to be lover's skirt. Praise the Eeevil Gods for thigh-highs and garter belts… and ooooo, thongs, he added appreciatively as an afterthought.

"Bedroom," was Roxanne's one-word answer, because it was impossible for her to formulate anything more complex while her kidnapper's talented fingers confidently pushed past the borders of her lacy underwear and spread the wetness they found there in rhythmic circles.

Without so much as another word from either party, though they exchanged giddy smiles, Megamind turned the corner with his favorite victim wrapped around him and effortlessly climbed the stairs that would lead them both to the bedroom. The reporter was able to gain at least a few of her wits about her once again as he carried her, since his wandering hands had temporarily ceased their intimate ministrations.

"I want our first time to be in a bed," Roxanne murmured lowly into the blue alien's ear, "But at some point? I do want you to shove me up against a wall and give it to me so hard that you leave marks on my back." She hardly got out the last word before she laved Megamind's sensitive earlobe with her generous tongue. At the vixen's frank declaration, it took all of his resolve not to stop in his tracks and melt into a puddle of lust at her feet. Instead, he just moaned and harshly and dug his manicured nails deep into the exposed flesh of her bottom.

Although the bedroom wasn't open, the alien didn't bother to drag his hands away from Roxanne in order to turn the knob, alternately preferring to dramatically kick in the door. Though the brunette was shocked for all of five seconds, her excitement only escalated at the situation's alluring sense of the forbidden. Later, she would probably grumble about the mess, but later was later and now involved being ravaged by the most irresistible man she had ever known.

Megamind carried Roxanne the short distance to the bed and unceremoniously plopped her on her back in the middle of it. Rather than reestablishing their previously electric shared stare, the villain instead took advantage of the current view on display for his enjoyment. He leisurely drank in the reporter's voluptuous form, from pointed heels to creamy thighs to perfect breasts to beautiful face, until he simply couldn't hold back any longer. The alien remembered indulging in a similar perusal during their first sexual encounter. All the times it had replayed in his mind during their separation never came close to doing the flesh and blood goddess justice.

Eager but still in the mood to play a bit, Megamind silently reached behind himself and pulled down the zipper of his suit at the base of his neck in a calculatingly slow manner.

Roxanne pouted. "You fucking tease…" she uttered lowly. His only response was a shrewd leer that nearly could have undressed the brunette in and of itself. He lingered in pulling the stretchy material over his head so as to promote Roxanne's impatient squirming, and she could have cared less that she licked her lips so obviously at the lightly muscled blue chest that was finally on display for her enjoyment while Megamind threw the shirt to the side of the bed.

After the cunning alien's little show, the reporter decided it was time to turn the teasing tables on him. Sitting up in the center of the mattress, she primly started to unbutton her crisp red blouse while intentionally giving her new paramour a deceptively innocent pair of doe-eyes. Now it was Megamind's turn to drool. When just a glimpse of Roxanne's black lingerie became visible, he lost his pretention to any kind of patience and hastily leaped onto the bed. Roxanne shrieked in surprised delight as he climbed over her until his face hovered right above her own. The green of the alien's eyes danced like flames as they bore down on her, and she met his stare with an electric look of her own.

"You can dish it out, but you can't take it, huh, Spaceman?" she inquired smoothly, running her palms up his torso.

"I'm not the one who's going to be 'taking it,' Roxanne," he answered forcefully, a shift in his previously more mischievous demeanor becoming palpable as he bent his large head down until she could feel his warm breath in her left ear. "You are."

Although out of Megamind's field of vision, the brunette registered an expression of shock at the shift in his tone; she hoped that she hadn't unwittingly gotten herself in over her head. He's a supervillain… maybe I should have been a little bit more cautious about this, she struggled to reason in the confines of her mind while her abductor started to trail pleasantly rough kisses down her neck and into her cleavage while undoing the remainder of her shirt's buttons. Using one hand to pull Roxanne up off the mattress just slightly, Megamind easily used his other to rid her of the offending garment. Before she could blink, her bra was gone, too. When he immediately went to work ravaging her now exposed nipples with his remarkable hands and his skilled mouth, the reporter's trepidation disappeared as easily as her now banished lingerie.

Emboldened by her lover's hungry touches, Roxanne wasted no time in moving her hands around to Megamind's back, running them tantalizingly downward until she was cupping his bare ass inside his pants. When she started to squeeze, the alien paused in his assault on her breasts to make eye contact. While he outwardly maintained every confidence of an experienced lover, Megamind's core still trembled at the thought of what was about to transpire between the two of them. He hoped he was being sufficiently assertive and simultaneously worried about being too aggressive. Roxanne only gave him a saucy grin when their eyes locked, however, so he returned her smile and leaned in to kiss her lips thoroughly.

The reporter made short work of using her wandering hands and even her feet to rid the alien of his skin-like black pants and the tiny underwear inside, and soon they landed approximately parallel to Roxanne's discarded bra on the other side of the bed. Her stiletto heels accompanied the pants, although that was more a product of inadvertent entanglement than conscious removal. Meanwhile, Megamind's wandering hands had been busy back up under Roxanne's skirt under a strip of thin black lace, tactilely teasing around her now dripping slit as she moaned his name over and over. Now that his independently writhing member was freed and already rubbing its way into her anxious hand like an affectionate pet, Roxanne couldn't contain herself any longer.

"Now, Megs. I can't wait anymore," she panted between needy kisses. "I need to feel you inside of me."

Oh, how he loved it when she begged for him… just like he'd made her do that first time in her chair. She had happily obliged him, so desperate was she for his tongue and his fingers to work their magic and bring her to such a painfully awaited climax. And now the most respected newswoman in the city was pleading with her villain lover of her own accord, using the very nickname she had bestowed upon him in the heat of their passion; he was sure his alien sex gained another five degree of stiffness from the wanting in her words coupled with the urgency in her touch.

"Tell me more, Roxanne. Your voice just makes me get even harder for you," the alien demanded, continuing to manipulate her clit in a way that he knew would bend her so easily to his will.

"I want you to fuck me with this brilliant blue cock," the reporter purred, circling its sensitive head with velvety strokes before moving to do the same to the distinctive suction cups adorning the underside. "And these little guys?" she added, momentarily slowing the pace to take her time to caress as many of the pleasure-inducing entities as she could. "I can't wait until you're pushing and pulling as deeply as you can go so I can feel them dragging all along the inside of my pussy," she whispered between ragged breaths next to his purple-tinged cheek. Then taking his face in her hands so that she could see him, she desperately pleaded, "Make it hurt… make me scream, Megamind."

At her urgent decry, Megamind borrowed from past experience and used all of his strength to rip through any of the clothing that still stood between him and Roxanne's fully naked form. After pausing for just one more instant to yank her thigh-high stockings down her perfect legs, they were finally poised to consummate the twisted relationship that had been seven years of kidnappings and banter and irritation and attraction in the making.

As badly as Megamind wanted to just bury his dick all the way into his victim like she had so invitingly requested, he knew enough about female sexual response to know that it would be unlikely for Roxanne to achieve a truly gratifying orgasm in such a manner. And no matter how frustrated and anxious he currently felt for his own release, he knew it would mean nothing for him if she wasn't shrieking his name in ecstasy and drawing blood from his back with her nails while she came all around him.

Their eyes hadn't left the other since Roxanne's last heartfelt plea, and Megamind eagerly brought his throbbing penis to rest against her painfully pulsating center. He moved his own hips only slightly against her own, letting his uniquely mobile manhood do most of the work for him as he warmed her up for penetration. Writhing against it instinctually so that it rubbed fully against her wet opening from top to bottom, the kidnapper's willing sexual prisoner babbled what she was sure was a bunch of incoherent nonsense through the overwhelming pulsations.

"Unhh… you're so fucking evil…"

"You love it when I'm evil… you love being my victim… say it."

"I loooooove it when you're this kind of evil…" she gasped amid her lover's frustrating thrusts. "And I'll be your victim permanently if you promise me this kind of torture."

At that, Megamind insistently plundered Roxanne's pleasingly flushed lips with his handsome blue ones. Tangling his hands into her short hair, the alien did his best to match the rhythm of his tongue working against the brunette's to the one driven by their insatiable hips. Her arms circled around his back, dragging her nails roughly along his bony vertebrae like she could tell he wanted. His impatience began to override his unconscious quest to edge her, so he concentrated the full power of the sensitive, rounded arrow-like head of his member onto Roxanne's clit and massaged intently with just the right amount of pressure until she was nothing but a thrashing, begging mess of arousal demanding to be satisfied immediately.

"Oh God Megs, I'm ready. Please… please…" was all she could mutter, almost incoherently.

"Are you sure you're ready, my pet?" he said lowly, bending in such a way that he could recapture a nipple in his mouth and suck on it hard. Although his own willpower was all but obliterated already, he couldn't resist having the upper hand even in this moment to make up for all the times he hadn't.

"Unghhh… yeeeeess… positive…"

"And what do we say when we want something?" Megamind drawled authoritatively.

"Please?" she whined in a tiny voice.

"Please who?" He didn't know if she knew what he was playing at, but if she did, he just might climax right then and there.

"Please, Megamind… Eeevil Overlord of Metrocity, please fuck me… I want your evil blue cock…"

Oh. She knew. Before Roxanne could draw her next breath, the alien's dick was plunging into her slippery pinkness. Wanting to give her exactly what she craved, he pushed forward until the barrier of his balls told him he was submerged to the hilt. Both groaned at the fulfillment of this long-awaited intimate contact and sealed their physical union with the kind of sloppy, open-mouthed kisses that were past the pretense of any lingering self-consciousness. The moment to relish pashed quickly, though, and captor and captive wasted no time pumping out a pace that would likely not leave either of them lasting very long. Later, they would take time to slow down and enjoy each other's bodies. Later, they would caress and explore until they knew all the touches and buttons that could equally tantalize and satisfy. But now, they needed break the physical tension between them that could only be wrought by that one initial round of explosive, star-seeing sex.

Megamind started grunting each time he buried himself totally into Roxanne. Tight. So wondrously tight and perfect. No longer able to keep his eyes open, he found himself forcefully sucking on her earlobe and panting wanton little phrases to her between sucks.

"Your cunt feels so good around me, Roxanne."

"How good does it feel, baby?" she demanded as coquettishly as she could manage through the waves that were driving her closer and closer to the finish.

"I don't even know…" he murmured, becoming even more enveloped in sensation when the reporter wrapped her legs around his slim waist until her feet were fastened at the ankles. His cognition all but lost, he distractedly added, "… impossible to quantify within the limits of language …" And those were the last vaguely intelligent words that passed between either of them as they worked into a frenzy against one another, Megamind slamming into Roxanne so hard into the mattress that the headboard of her bed was loudly banging the beat of their sensual dance into the wall behind it.

"Oh, baby… so good… don't stop…" she squeaked, and if their prior encounter was any indication, the villain knew his victim was about to tumble over the edge and take him right along with her.

"Not 'til you come for me…" was all he could manage through the grunts that were now uttered in time with each of his rock hard thrusts, and that was when Roxanne started to meet the increasing intensity of each grunt with needy yeses of her own.

"Ughnnn, Megs… yes… yes… ughn… oh God, MEGAMIND!" she finally cried out, feeling the warm rush of her orgasm course violently throughout her whole body. It wasn't a moment too soon, because the alien was sure he wouldn't have lasted even another ten seconds.

"Roxanne," he grunted lowly into the hollow of her neck as he climaxed almost immediately after her, pumping her full of the warm sprays of cum he had been so desperate to release. They rode the waves of it together, continuing to move as one but slowing down while their bodies reeled from the endorphin high. All Roxanne could do besides smooth her hands over the welts from her nails that now covered Megamind's back was stare at the ceiling and try to catch her evasive breath.

"Wow," she panted, feeling her new lover rising and falling with her as her breathing began to regulate. For his part, the possibility of movement seemed to elude Megamind entirely, and he was content to just lie atop Roxanne and wait for his mental faculties to reboot. He did manage a few tired kisses in the crook of his new lover's neck while she continued to run a warm palm lazily up and down his back.

After a minute or two of languishing in their afterglow, Roxanne finally shifted her head to try and get a look at what kind of expression had set on her blue alien's predictably emotive features. Sensing the brunette turning toward his face, he met her glance. Roxanne had to work at first to make out Megamind's blue face in the sparse sprinkling of streetlights peeking through her mostly drawn curtains, and when she did his visage seemed atypically impassive. Almost instantly, though, a devilish smirk played across his face. Roxanne returned it with one of her own, and before they knew it they were giggling together like conspiratorial teenagers who had outsmarted their parents with a secret rendezvous. And so they had, in a way; Megamind had successfully evaded Minion's questions and prying at his strange behavior for the last few weeks. Roxanne had said to hell with the conventions that were so often unfairly dictated by the demands of living the life of a public figure, at least in her personal life. Right now, they didn't have to be anyone but themselves. For once, in the comfort of one another's arms, they could just be.

A/N: Hehe... you guys probably hate me a little less now, eh? Anywho, there will be an epilogue/last chapter to kind of tie up this installment of "Revahnge" following this one. I make no promises for timeline completion... but I'll try to do it within a month-ish. I finally have an idea for an original story that I would like to write, and I have (probably futile) ambitions of it resulting in a novel. Writing for this fandom has really gotten me connected with writing in a way I never quite have before, and I feel like it's really helped me hone my craft. I don't know if I'll get anywhere with it or not, but I feel that I would always regret it if I didn't at least try. I feel like writing is what makes me unique... nearly everyone in my family is either a musician, a teacher, or both, but there's really only one other writer, and that's my brother. So you may not see a whole lot from me writing-wise in the fandom for awhile, but this summer I'll probably try to do some on the sequel for "Revahnge." At least I hope so :-)

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~Vast~