"Beautiful," Roxanne says, her gaze sliding over his body like a caress.

Megamind feels himself blushing, desire and gratification and shyness mixed together.

The air is cool against the heated skin of his sex; his tentacles are still retracted, but the ventral slit that holds them is flushed and slick with arousal. He stays like he is for a long moment, letting Roxanne look at him, and then he shifts, lying back on his elbows and untucking his legs, allowing Roxanne pull his trousers all the way off.

"God, look at you," Roxanne murmurs, doing just that, and Megamind feels himself blushing even harder, "you're gorgeous."

Megamind swallows and parts his legs for her a bit more. Roxanne takes a sharp breath and stares at him. The expression in her face is—god, he's never been looked at like this before.

He can actually see how much she wants him; he can see that she means it, really means it when she says he's gorgeous, that she truly thinks he's beautiful and desirable. Roxanne thinks that about him.

"Can I touch you?" she asks.

"Please," Megamind says, breathlessly, "please touch me, Roxanne, yes."

She reaches for him, rests two fingers just above the top of his slit, and strokes her thumb up the seam of it.

The sensation is completely overwhelming and absolutely indescribable; it sweeps through him like a wave crashing. He's distantly aware of the noise he makes, high and sharp and breathless as his spine arches.

Roxanne presses the whole palm of her hand flat against his sex and he pushes up into the touch—oh god, her hand is so warm; his sex is heated with arousal and her skin is still so much warmer.

She's watching him, her lips flushed and slightly parted, her eyes on his face.

"This is good, right?" she asks. "Is this good, Megamind?"

"Please—yes—oh god—" Megamind says as she shifts her hand, tracing down the edge of his ventral slit with just a single fingertip.

He shudders, hands tightening around the fistfuls of sheets he's grabbed, as she traces up the other side.

"You're so responsive," she murmurs.

"I'm—pretty sure that's—ah—all you," Megamind says, trying to control the tremors of his body as she rubs her thumb in small circles all the way around the seam of him. "It's—oh—it's never been—anywhere near this good—no matter how hard I tried to imagine—ah—"

"Have you imagined this?" Roxanne says, stroking down him with her entire hand—palm first, then fingers, a slow gliding drag of pleasure.

"I—" Megamind swallows, "I have entire fantasies about your hands, too, Roxanne."

She looks incredibly pleased to hear that and Megamind shivers again at her expression.

"Really?" she says, voice warm and only slightly teasing as she strokes three fingers up his sex, "About me doing this?"

"Ah—yes—yes, and—" Megamind swallows, feels heat rise to his cheeks, "—and sort of…like what you were talking about earlier—with your fingers inside of me?"

"Can I?" Roxanne asks, and it's impossible to mistake the eagerness and wanting in her expression for anything else.

"Yes," he says softly, "yes, please."

She's touching him with her right hand; her left one is on the bed, near his hip, supporting her as she leans over him. Megamind reaches out with his right hand and touches the back of her hand, slips his fingers into the spaces between hers.

The sound of the rain on the roof is a distant murmur in the background. It makes Megamind feel, somehow, protected, safe, as if the two of them are separated from the rest of the world by the curtains of rain.

Roxanne dips her head a little and presses a kiss to his bent knee, then smiles at him and slides one of her fingers into him, slow and gentle.

"—oh," Megamind gasps, "—oh—"

He's done this before, of course, his own fingers slipping into his body, and he knows how good it feels but this—this is so much better. An entire universe worth of better; Roxanne pressing a second finger into him, the heat of her, the sensation, the knowledge that she's actually inside of him.

Megamind makes an absolutely incoherent noise, back arching as he pushes himself up further onto her hand.

"Oh my god," Roxanne says. "Oh my god, you're so sexy like this."

She pushes another finger into him and Megamind gasps out her name as she begins to move her hand, her fingers thrusting into him, a rhythmic drag and slide.

The glorious, warm, stretching feeling of being filled with her fingers, the way they brush past the tentacles still retracted inside his ventral slit, teasing them, the way she's looking at him, watching herself doing this to him, with him, watching him react—it all tangles up beautifully together in his body, in his mind, pleasure gradually coiling and building.

Roxanne's hair is in her face again, the ends of it brushing her cheeks, falling in her eyes as she watches him.

She's so beautiful, so amazing, so perfect. How—how can she be looking at him like this?

"I—" Megamind says, pushing himself up onto his elbows, "—do— you want—my—my tentacles—do you want me to…?"

Roxanne's eyes light up even more, her fingers giving a light, quick flutter inside him that makes Megamind gasp with pleasure.

"Yes," she says, fingers slipping out of him, then sliding, slick and wet, over his ventral slit in a caress. "Show me, Megamind; I want to see you."

The words, the touch, her expression—it's enough; Megamind takes a shaky breath and lets is internal abdominal muscles relax.

His ventral slit relaxes, too, widens, and his tentacles emerge.

"Oh, wow," Roxanne says, breathless and wondering, and Megamind feels his heart pulse hard with joy.

He laughs softly, and Roxanne gives him an inquiring glance.

"You are incapable of being properly menaced, Miss Ritchi," he says, biting his lip and smiling.

Roxanne rolls her eyes expressively.

"Oh dear me; how terrifying, whatever shall I do," she says, absolutely deadpan, and he laughs again.

She smirks at him, eyes and mouth wicked, then leans down without warning and licks him, her tongue dragging, slick and hot, over his tentacles.

Megamind falls back onto the bed again with a wordless cry, trying to keep the movement of his tentacles under control, trying not to shove them into the wet heat of her mouth. She kisses the base of one of his tentacles, then sucks lightly at it, and he cries out again.

Roxanne makes a satisfied noise and pulls away enough to look up the length of his body at him.

She flicks her hair out of her face, and Megamind feels his tentacles moving restlessly, wanting her to touch them again. He forces them still. Roxanne looks down at them and draws a fingertip over one of them.

"Prehensile," she murmurs, as Megamind takes a sharp breath. "Voluntary or involuntary movement?"

"Little—little of both," Megamind says as the tentacle she's touching trembles at the sensation.

He lets it curl itself around her finger and Roxanne smiles.

"That's so cool," she says, and bends her head to take her finger into her mouth, the tentacle still twined around it.

Megamind hears himself make an inhuman noise as she bobs her head, her mouth sliding up and down, over her finger and his tentacle, her tongue flickering over both of them teasingly.

She slides her mouth off of them and he uncurls his tentacle from her finger. Roxanne gives it an affectionate kiss that makes him gasp, and then she looks up at him.

"You taste sweet, did you know that?" she says.

"I—what?" he asks.

"Sweet," she says, and licks him again. "You taste sweet."

Megamind makes a choked sound in the back of his throat and Roxanne moves her head back to regard his tentacles once more, head tilted thoughtfully, a look of avid interest on her face.

"Not exactly like sugar, but definitely sweet," she says. "Sort of a—mm—it's not cloying, it's lighter than—what's that look for?" she asks, glancing up to see him watching her.

"I—" Megamind swallows. "That expression on your—it's, um, it's really—very sexy."

She blinks.

"What expression?" she asks.

"You—you make it—when you think something's interesting," Megamind says, feeling himself flush. "When—when you have a—a puzzle, a mystery, that you want to—solve or figure out."

She smiles at him, slow and sweet, with an edge of incredulity to it.

"Do you think I look sexy when I'm thinking, Megamind?" she asks.

"Extremely," he says.

Roxanne's smile goes really brilliant at that.

"Can I try?" he asks.

Roxanne tilts her head, a wordless question.

"What you were doing," Megamind says, voice eager, "can I try that, Roxanne?"

Roxanne sits up all the way, smiling again, eyes dancing with mischief.

"Do you want to go down on me, Megamind?" she asks, voice terribly arch.

"Very much," he says.

She looks down at him and then smirks.

"Say please," she says.

"Please," Megamind says immediately, "please, Roxanne; please will you let me?"

Roxanne laughs, a sound of pure delight.

"You are," she says, "the best thing ever, you know that? Yes, you absolutely can."

She moves to lie on the bed beside him, leaning in to kiss his cheek. Megamind turns his head and brushes their lips together before sitting up and looking down at her.

There's so much of her skin on display—a deliberate display, for him—everywhere he's ever imagined kissing her: the place where her neck and shoulder meet, the pulse point beneath the corner of her jaw, the dip of her waist above her hipbone.

Megamind bends down, sliding one hand behind her neck, and kisses down the side of her throat the way he's wanted to for so long. Roxanne shivers and arches her neck for him, her own hand reaching up to slide behind his neck, holding him lightly. She brushes her fingertips lightly over the vertebrae at the base of his neck and he shudders, then kisses her shoulder, her clavicle, the center of her chest, and then, on an impulse, the tip of one of her breasts.

A gasp at that; he remembers the sounds she made when he had his hand there, earlier, and licks experimentally. Roxanne makes a low murmuring sound of approval, her fingers tightening on the back of his neck, so Megamind presses an open mouthed kiss to her breast, using his lips and his tongue both. She makes an absolutely thrilling sound at that, her back arching.

He presses a kiss to the underside of her breast, then her ribcage, then the curve of her hip, as he moves onwards, until he's positioned much like Roxanne was earlier, lying between her legs.

Megamind glances up at her and as their eyes meet, Roxanne takes a sharp breath.

She stretches out one hand and places her fingertips lightly on the top of his head, her expression terribly open all of a sudden.

"Roxanne?" he asks, a little uncertainly.

She places the palm of her hand on the top of his head and smiles at him.

"You," she says, "I'm with—this is actually you."

Megamind smiles up at her.

"Definitely me," he says, "Megamind—incredibly handsome criminal genius."

Roxanne laughs.

"And master of all villainy," she finishes for him. "You're such a dork."

He grins at her and turns his head to press a kiss to the inside of her thigh.

"Now—let me see if I can figure this out," he murmurs, and leans down.

"—oh," Roxanne says, hand sliding from the top of his head to the back of it, the move sending a ripple of pleasure through him.

The taste of her is—entirely unique and difficult to describe, something like the salt tang of ocean water, but not exactly—it's—

—it's fucking divine, is what it is, and she's so soft beneath his tongue when he licks her, against his lips when he kisses her, and she's here, with him, in his bed, gasping and making gorgeous, breathless little noises, saying his name, god, Roxanne is letting him do this.

He can hear her breathing picking up, can feel her legs beginning to tremble, her fingers starting to clutch at the curve of his head.

"—w-wait—ah—I need—"

Megamind stops, looks up at her.

"—closer—come here—I need you closer—" she says, voice desperate and uneven, pulling at his shoulder.

He does what she wants immediately, moving to lie beside her, and she leans in to kiss him, hard and deep. Megamind kisses her back, letting his hand slide through her hair and then down her neck, her body, all of her skin so soft and warm beneath his palm.

Roxanne catches his wrist and guides his hand down between her legs. She gasps when he touches her, breaking the kiss to look at him.

Her fingers move with his, showing them how to touch her, and she feels just as fantastic against his fingertips as she did beneath his tongue, and when she moans, he can't help but moan with her.

She slides her leg over his, bringing them closer together and takes her hand from his, tangling it in his tentacles.

"—ah—"

Roxanne kisses him again.

It feels—

The pleasure of everything blends together, blurred edges and the sound of rain and Roxanne.

He eases out of the kiss this time to lean their foreheads together and Roxanne pushes his fingers aside and guides his tentacles to touch her instead.

"Roxanne—"

"Yes," she says, "yes."

She places her hand on his chest, pushes lightly and he rolls over onto his back for her, pulling her with him, to lie atop him, all of her body pressed against his, her forearms on either side of his head. And she kisses him, rolls her hips as he moves his tentacles and—

"—yes," she says again, breaking the kiss and looking down into his face, her expression soft-edged with pleasure as his tentacles move against her and—god—inside of her—

Megamind winds one arm around her waist as she continues to move her hips, the movement slow and almost languid.

He looks up into her face in wonder, pleasure spreading through him, warm and sweet.

Her hair has fallen across her eyes again; Megamind reaches up with his free hand and brushes it aside, touches the curve of her cheek.

Roxanne cries out softly, the motions of her hips going uneven and Megamind keeps his eyes fixed on her face, memorizing her expression as she comes for him.

The movement of her hips slows, finally stops and she looks down at him, panting for breath. And then she smiles at him, and laughs, softly, and the sound of that, the feeling of her laughing in his arms, pressed against him, with him inside of her—

Megamind gasps, his own climax washing through him, rhythmic convulsions of pleasure like the sound of Roxanne's laughter.

Even before it's over, he's moving, turning the two of them over so that Roxanne is underneath him. She gives another little laugh at that, into his mouth as he kisses her again. The sound turns to one of surprise as he continues moving his hips, rolling them the way she did before. He moves to kiss her jaw, the beauty mark at the corner of her mouth, her cheek. Roxanne puts her hand on the back of his neck, catching his mouth with hers again, her other arm wrapping around his back.

She slides her hand from the back of his neck to his jaw and Megamind eases out of the kiss to look at her face—god, she's so beautiful, so amazing and good; he loves her so much, loves her—

"I love you," she says. "God, Megamind, I love you—"

"oh—" Megamind gasps, and pleasure sweeps through him for the second time, washing away everything except her, "—Roxanne—Roxanne—"

When he comes back to himself, he's panting for breath, eyes closed, his face pressed to Roxanne's hair. She makes a quiet humming sound, and strokes her hand up and down his spine. Megamind shivers and pushes himself up on shaky arms.

He feels—he feels strangely shy and terribly vulnerable as he looks into her face.

(very conscious of his nakedness, all of a sudden, in a way he hadn't been just a moment before; unable to forget the loss of his control in front of her as he came both times; and he had no idea if he'd done any of that right—)

"—was that okay?" he asks, voice uncertain.

Roxanne smiles at him, love and laughter at the edges of it.

"That was fantastic," she says.

She pushes herself up to kiss him and the uncertainty in Megamind's heart turns into joy.

Megamind shifts sleepily, consciousness coming back slowly as he wakes.

He blinks, thoughts slow and muted, like something heard underwater—always so disconcerting, waking up from a nap in the middle of the day, not sure what time it is or what he's been—

—dreaming about.

Dreaming.

His heart falls.

Oh.

(he'd been dreaming; Roxanne in his arms smiling up at him and saying that she loves him and of course he'd only been dreaming about—)

There's a quiet noise beside him.

Megamind freezes, then looks over at—

Roxanne is lying next to him, asleep still, her hair lying on her cheeks and on his pillow and he hadn't been dreaming; she's here; it did happen and she—

Loves him.

Megamind presses a hand to his mouth, holding back a sudden overjoyed laugh, not wanting to wake Roxanne.

Who loves him. Roxanne loves him.

Roxanne makes a soft noise and shifts closer to him, and, carefully, so carefully, Megamind slips his arm around her, so that he's holding her.

He grins elatedly, thoughts beginning to spark and dance through his mind, a new plan evolving.

He'll need to talk to Minion—and to Wayne, too, about the business partnering thing, and also maybe about the Metro-Man-possibly-retiring thing—Megamind has two Get Out of Jail Free cards that he can cash in if he needs to, and—and maybe Roxanne will want to stay for dinner, maybe she'll want to stay the night—

—oh, he likes this plan; he likes it very much.

Megamind closes his eyes, still smiling.

He'll ask Roxanne what she thinks about the new plan when she wakes up.

The End.

notes: Thank you for all of the reviews; I really appreciate them. I hope you all enjoyed the conclusion of the story!