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Supervillain for Sale, All Proceeds go to Charity

Chapter 7

Half an hour later, I had been strip searched and they'd taken off the stupid tracking tag. Minion's well designed tuxedo had been confiscated and I was clothed in the gaudy orange jumpsuit that clashed horribly with my skin. Two guards were walking me back to my cell. After we passed by the warden's office and were closer to the wing reserved for my incarceration alone, I heard one of my guards collapse to the ground. I turned around to find myself looking into a pair of familiar warm brown eyes. "Ah, Minion. You fantastic fish, you!"

"Just doing my job, Sir," he said as he stowed the forget-me-stick underneath his generated disguise. He handed me another watch which I fastened to my wrist rapidly. I scanned the unconscious guard and stowed his sleeping body in an empty cell. With my disguise firmly in place, Minion and I strolled out the front door of the prison. Once we'd walked a safe distance away from the lights of the exercise yard, we deactivated our disguises. "I have the invisible car parked over here."

"Excellent as usual, you perfect Pisces. However, I have other plans this evening. And if I hurry, I might just beat her there."

"Her, Sir?"

"Yes, Roxanne, of course!" My favorite fish looked at me with wide eyes. I explained further. "She really likes me, Minion! She told me to come to her apartment after I got back out tonight. I am going to take the hoverbike."

"Okay, Sir, then I will see you later," he sounded like he was happy. I was starting to think he'd been planning this since he'd agreed to help her with the auction. I would have to talk to him about that later. For now, I had no time!

"That you certainly will, my fine fishy friend!" As I spoke, I was already running toward the place where we had stashed the bike earlier. From standby mode, I had it in the air in no time. I sped to Roxanne's apartment building without incident and landed the bike neatly on the balcony outside her apartment. The lights were off, so I decided to sneak in and surprise her. The lock was not difficult to pick and I found myself inside her orderly apartment just as I heard her key slide into the lock on the front door. I hurriedly closed the balcony door and sat myself on the couch just before she turned the lights on.

Her back was facing me as she stowed her purse and keys in their usual locations. I couldn't help myself as I spoke in the low voice I usually reserved for my interactions with her during kidnappings, "We meet again, Miss Ritchi." And then she screamed. It wasn't the terrified scream I'd always longed to hear from her. It was more like the excited scream of a child who got just what they wanted on Christmas. She dropped the mail she'd still been holding in her hands and flung herself across the room into my lap, wrapping her arms around me tightly. I held her for a moment before I had to know, "Roxanne, it's only been an hour since we parted company. Are you okay?"

"Oh, I'm fine; I was just worried that you weren't going to come, or that Wayne would interfere. Anyway. I'm very glad you are here." Her body relaxed into mine and I tightened the hold I had on her. A long silence settled between us in which neither of us felt the need to make a sound. It was surprisingly comforting to have such closeness with another person, and it was a miracle that that person was her. After several minutes, she spoke into the silence, admitting quietly that, "I was also a little worried that you would go back to the old status quo once I turned you in. I don't want to lose what I feel that we've gained here. Do you?" She shifted awkwardly, but I was not ready to let her go yet, so I held on. She didn't resist.

"Before I answer, may I ask a question?" She nodded. "What is it that you feel we have gained?"

She took a deep breath before answering. "I hope at least that we have gained a new understanding. I mean, we are friends now, right? You aren't really planning on still kidnapping me, are you?"

I smiled at her questions, and then I took her hand gently in mine and placed a light kiss on the back of her knuckles. "When I said what I did, I had hoped to be spending more time with you voluntarily. I quite enjoy your company, Roxanne. So, no, from here on out, I will only kidnap you if you want me to." She laughed at that. I continued, "And at most?" She had qualified her answer when she said it; I was merely asking for clarification.

"At most?" She slowly wrapped her arms around my shoulders. "At most, I hope we have gained a chance to see where we can take this thing we seem to have between us. I know I am certainly looking forward to finding out what happens next. But, I am a little afraid."

Now it came out. "I knew I frightened you. It's only natural."

She rolled her eyes again. "I'm not afraid of you."

"Then, what has you scared?" my voice was gentle and I hoped comforting to her. She'd thrown a wrench in my thoughts and I had to know why she was suddenly nervous.

"The thought that I am letting myself become involved with you like this and you aren't going to give up your career, so I am setting myself up for heartbreak. I'm afraid that I won't have the strength to let go when I have to, when you…" I interrupted her train of thoughts with a kiss in an attempt to make my body swallow the watermelon-sized lump that had begun to form in my chest. I wouldn't let anything I did from this day forward cause her heartbreak, I vowed it to myself. She returned my kiss desperately and I found myself clinging to her soft curvy form with no intention of letting go.

I broke away from her only reluctantly and found her eyes with mine as I avowed, "Roxanne, I promise that as long as you are with me, you won't have to make a choice or break your heart. I promise that I won't do anything illegal other than being out of prison. Please say you will be with me. I don't want to lose our new-found relationship either."

She was quiet for a long time, simply staring into my eyes. She traced her fingers along my face, caressing my cheek and then followed the lines of my skull back around to my neck. It felt incredible and I wanted to close my eyes to enjoy the sensation but I was held captive by her gaze. At length, Roxanne confessed quietly, "Megamind, I want to be with you. If you are really willing to keep your word, then I will be yours. But only on one condition."

I sighed. "Another one?" She laughed again; so musical, so beautiful.

"Yes, but I don't think this one will be a problem." Her face came closer to me, our noses almost touching and her eyes still locked on mine.

"Okay," I said with a leading tone in my voice.

"I will only be yours if you agree…" she paused for effect; quite the little performer I had on my hands.

"Agree…" I prompted impatiently.

"…to be mine in return." Wow, of course I was hers - that went without saying, but apparently she needed to hear it.

"I am all yours, Roxanne." Our lips met in a heated exchange and I honestly couldn't remember clearly how we made it to her bedroom, but I did remember vividly when she pushed me down on her bed and climbed on top of me. I remember the look of pure lust on her face as she leaned over me and captured my lips in a rough kiss that made my toes curl inside my laceless prison shoes. It reminded me I was still wearing them, so I kicked them off easily with my toes without missing a beat as she kissed me with more passion than before. Too soon, she sat up and I almost protested until I realized what she was doing.

"Can you help me with the zipper, please?" My hand had found the little metal pull and the zipper was halfway undone before she'd finished asking the question. She smiled at me when she raised her arms over her head and pulled off her dress in one swoop, letting her breasts bounce as she tossed the garment away. Oh God, she was even more beautiful under her clothes, not that I expected anything otherwise. The brief glimpses I'd had earlier paled in comparison to the full picture, which far exceeded even my wildest dreams and I was momentarily stunned. No human woman had ever excited me the way she does. Before I met her, I didn't think it was possible for me to be attracted to one of them. But then Roxanne had always attracted me on many different levels since the day I laid eyes on her. Perhaps it was the incredible person she was; her spirit, her wit, her vivacity, all making one unbelievable combination that was the Roxanne Ritchi I knew. Of course, she was also the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen.

Finally able to force myself to move, I raised my hands up to reverently caress those heretofore unseen parts of her with tenderness and care, enjoying the way her breasts overflowed my grasp. She leaned into my hands and I squeezed a little harder which elicited a moan from her throat. Struck by a sudden urge, I sat up abruptly and nearly flung her off of my lap. My arms snagged her waist to keep her close as my head dipped down so I could taste her nipple with my tongue and lips. She moaned again and then her hands left my body for a moment. At first, I wondered what she was up to until I felt her fingers poking through the front of my jumpsuit. I stopped my attentions to her breast, momentarily distracted by my own chagrin, as I realized that I had never changed out of the blasted thing when I left Minion at the prison. She seemed to feel the frown on my face and the slight tug away from her fingers because she grasped the front of the suit and pulled me closer, capturing my eyes with hers.

"Please don't pull away. It is turning me on to take this off of you." She was quiet for a moment before she explained. "Maybe because it means you came straight here from there without stopping to change clothes first. Maybe that tells me what your priority was tonight." Her voice became soft toward the end of her statement, suggesting perhaps a hidden pain that had not yet surfaced; something I would have to overcome now that we were going to try being together. I immediately stopped resisting. She finished unbuttoning the front and pushed the orange fabric down my arms, exposing my chest and shoulders. Hands and lips began to explore every inch of my exposed skin as she sat on my lap clad in only a pair of panties that barely covered her delicious derriere.

As I let myself simply enjoy her ministrations, I wondered how far she was going to let this go. I certainly had no limit in mind despite my lack of experience in the subject matter; this was something I'd dreamed about for years, and I had no intention of putting the brakes on any time soon. I was simply going to let whatever odd combination of luck and chance I had magically stumbled upon play out until the inevitable collapse. It occurred to me belatedly that since I had never been a fan of underwear, I almost always went without, and there was no exception to the rule tonight. She could be in for a surprise rather quickly if she went too far. I contemplated what she would think of me if it came to that, and I really, really hoped it was going to come to that. It was either that or the collapse I was expecting any moment was going to happen a lot sooner than I was ready.

I was pulled out of my self-destructive thoughts again by the jumpsuit she had pushed off my shoulders, which had fallen down far enough so that it bound my arms a little, effectively trapping me. Her hands felt incredible running across my skin and since I was powerless to resist, I didn't until it became a major problem that I couldn't touch her. I groaned and she pulled back a little to look at me, then she smirked in her temptress way and kissed me soundly as she ran her hands down my arms, slowly pushing the orange clothing down to my hands. I pulled my arms out of the sleeves and returned my hands to her glorious body, glad to be free of my temporary entrapment. I found that my hands desired to explore a different set of her luscious curves and slowly followed the lines of her body from her shoulders, down her perfectly formed back and on to her pleasingly plump rear. I took hold of her butt with one hand on each cheek and gave a good squeeze. She moaned against my mouth and ground herself against me. I could smell her arousal and the heady scent fed mine ten-fold. I wasn't sure if I would be able to stop now if she wanted me to.

She had returned her hands to my chest and shoulders. As I massaged her backside, she began to kiss along my jaw, paying particular attention to my goatee. I heard a moan escape into the darkness that most certainly did not come from her as her hands felt their way down my chest toward my hips. Her fingers danced across my abdominal muscles and her lips began to move away from my jaw and down my neck again, this time lingering over my Adam's apple. I swallowed, causing the part of my neck she was kissing to bob, and eliciting from her her a delighted giggle. She kissed my throat there again and then caressed her way down my neck and over my collarbones with her perfect lips, her hot tongue and sometimes her sharp teeth, making me tingle all over.

My hands explored every inch of exposed skin they could find, relishing the feel of her silky flesh under my fingers. I could feel myself becoming more noticeably aroused; I began to ponder again how far she was going to let us go. I was game for anything she wanted to do, of course, so the decision was entirely hers, even if she wanted to stop, regardless of how painful that might've been for me at that point. I knew what I wanted her to decide, but I dared not hope that she would want to do something so intimate with me, despite her behavior now. Before I had a chance to sink into a downward spiral again, she backed off of me and stood up. I began to protest, but she pulled me up with her. The prison jumpsuit, no longer having my shoulders to hold it up, simply dropped to the ground around my ankles. I saw her eyes widen as she took in my fully aroused naked body. Now she was the overdressed one. Her royal blue lacy silk panties were the only shred of clothing left between us.

I wanted her so badly, this beautiful angel I'd found; I reached out for her and she grabbed my hand and placed it on her hip over the waistband of her underwear. Then she returned her hands to the back of my skull and made eye contact with me once more. My hand remained on her hip as she said, "I want you, and so if you want me, you'll have to finish…" She never got a chance to complete her statement as I tore her panties down her legs and tossed her on the bed in one smooth motion. I crawled on top of her and positioned myself between her legs with my tip hovering just outside her opening, until she looked into my eyes again. Once I had her full attention, I slowly sank myself inside her until I couldn't go any further. The pleasure-pain look on her face mirrored the way I felt. I pulled out almost completely and then pushed back inside again slowly, enjoying the feeling of her tight muscles against my hyper-sensitive skin. I moved my hips around a little and she gasped, so I did it again and she let out a moan.

Her hands came up to grasp at my buttocks and I decided to see what it felt like to create real friction between us. I began to move myself in and out slowly, but never pulling completely out of her warm inviting place. She writhed beneath me and I felt powerful as I realized that this incredible person was literally at my complete mercy. Much more so than she ever had been when I'd kidnapped her. The feeling was intoxicating, but it only made me want to please her more, to see how many different ways that I could make her happy, make her moan, or perhaps scream my name in ecstasy. This was the power that I'd been missing: the power to make another person feel good, to directly influence them to be happier. This was definitely something I could get used to. It being Roxanne over whom I seemed to have this influence had absolutely nothing to do with my power trip. Nope. Nothing at all.

I felt the tingling in my body begin to increase as I came closer to the finale of my performance. My thrusting into her became careless as I increased speed to build up the pressure toward the final explosion. She moaned in pleasure and I felt my body finally begin spewing my seed into her in hot spurts as I shuddered with each release, shakily hovering over her. I seemed to have lost control of my senses and motor control was questionable as I sank onto the bed atop my exquisite lover. She was sweaty and panting beneath me, her arms wrapped around my back holding me to her. Her hair matted to her forehead in thick streaks and her eyes half-lidded in lust. She was so sexy to me at that moment; lying there disheveled, all because of me. I wished silently for more chances to do this for her. She, as she was with absolutely no changes, constituted the epitome of perfection in my not-so-humble opinion.

Our eyes met and I lost myself for what felt like an eternity in her crystal blue orbs. She reached her hand up between us to caress my face and I knew then that I would never be able to let her go, no matter what happened. I wrapped my arms around her waist possessively, pulling her tighter to me and pinning her other arm in the process. She smiled up at me and pulled on my chin to bring my lips down to hers. I happily captured her lips with mine and our tongues danced together in a kiss that felt more passionate than any I'd ever seen in the movies.

I felt myself beginning to become aroused again. She seemed to notice because she squirmed and ground her hips into mine so she moved me around inside her. She moaned loudly in pleasure, evidently enjoying being in control. I rolled us over so she was on top of me and lay back as she sat up. She rocked back and somehow I went even deeper inside her. Apparently gravity was my ally in this heated struggle. She straddled me, still moving her hips around and causing me to rub her insides in a different way. I watched the way her breasts bounced delightfully and brought my hands up to caress her soft mounds. She leaned into my touch, forcing me to grasp her harder than I intended. She moaned again and her breathing increased in speed, to the point that she was almost panting. I could feel her muscles tightening around me in waves as the tension began to build inside me more quickly this time. I began my second trip over the top in no time. Roxanne's erratic breathing and her tight grip on my shoulders, coupled with the tenseness in almost every muscle in her body, were clues that I had managed to make her take the trip with me this time. I felt a sudden hot wetness gush down onto me and the bed around us before she collapsed against me with an exhausted huff.

"Ohmy…ohmy…oh my God, Megamind." She breathed in a slow pant for a moment before she spoke again. She pulled up and off of me and then lay next to me in the bed. We faced each other naked, flushed, sweaty, and both utterly spent. I was still turned on, but I didn't think I would be able to do that again quite so soon. "That was incredible."

"Yes, you were," I told her. I'd never ever been able to get myself twice in the same day before. I guess there was something to be said for having an emotional connection to one's mate. She was the only woman I had ever wanted and would ever want. "I love you, Roxanne," I said it before I could stop myself. It was much too soon to be telling her that. That was confirmed by the silence I received in response. I felt the need to explain creeping up on me as the silence dragged on. "I uh…I know my timing is bad, since we just did what we did and some men only say that to get a woman into that situation, but, um, despite all that, I meant every word with all my heart. I'm sorry if it is too soon for you to hear, but I can't help how I feel. I hope you can under…"

She silenced me with a finger over my lips. "Shh." Our eyes locked and she smiled at me before she continued. "Megamind, I think I love you, too." I kissed her finger and she moved it out of the way before she pressed her lips against mine in a sweet kiss. We fell asleep in each other's arms that night, naked and sweaty from our activities, and I had never felt so peaceful or at home as I did in her arms. I knew then I would never be able to let her go, no matter the difficulties we would surely face. With her in my life and in my arms, I felt as though there was no challenge too great for me to conquer.

Epilogue

The next morning, I awoke before my lovely Roxanne and slipped out of bed without disturbing her. I found a black silk robe in her bathroom and put that on because I did not want to put that damned prison getup back on willingly. I would have to call a Brainbot to bring me some clothing later. Right then I did not want the intrusion.

I wanted to do something nice for Roxanne, so I decided to make her breakfast. That was a normal thing to do after spending the night together, right? I went out to her kitchen to see what she had that I could cook. I was not that proficient in the kitchen, having never had a reason to be thanks to Minion, but I could cook a few things. First I found everything to make some coffee, being a huge fan of the stuff myself as long as there was enough sugar in it. Then, I found some bacon and eggs in her refrigerator and bread for some toast. As the coffee brewed, I set to work cooking the bacon in the frying pan I found after the third cabinet I looked in and was listening to the crackling and popping in the pan when I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist.

"Mmm, morning," she said sleepily.

"Good morning, Roxanne," I responded. She squeezed me and let go.

"Ooh! Coffee." She padded over to the full pot and poured herself a cup. She took a sniff and then a sip of the black liquid. "Mmm. Would you like some?" I nodded as I flipped the last pieces of bacon in the pan. "How do you take it?"

"Eight scoops of sugar and three creams."

"Wow. Coffee on a stick!"

"What can I say? I like it sweet." She laughed and pulled out another cup from the cabinet. "What kind of eggs would you like?" I asked her.

"Over hard."

"Over hard?" I'd never heard of that kind. I preferred scrambled myself, with lots of cheese.

"Yeah, it's just a fried egg. I don't like the runny yolks. You just break the yolk while it's frying, add a little salt and pepper, and wait for it to cook solid before you take it off the heat. Makes a great breakfast sandwich. Two pieces of buttered toast, one fried egg with a slice of cheese and a few strips of bacon. Yum!" She smiled as she handed me my coffee.

"You sound like you've made that a few times before."

"Yep, I usually make one when I have some extra time in the morning before work. It's easy to eat on the go."

"Well, you just make yourself comfortable and breakfast will be ready shortly, my dear." She smiled at me and walked around the island to sit at the bar. I put my coffee down on the counter next to the stove and began frying her eggs. I decided to try them her way, since I'd never tried them before. As I cooked, I heard a muffled thump outside her front door.

"I guess the paper is running late this morning," she said as she stood and padded over to the door, opening it and grabbing the thick newspaper from the other side. She came back to the bar and set the paper down. I finished cooking and assembled our breakfast sandwiches, then put them on a plate and came around to sit next to her to eat. As I sat down, I saw the front page.

There, in full color, was a picture of me standing next to Metro Mahn and the other men from the auction yesterday. The headline read, "Megamind, Metro Man, Raise Thousands for Boys' Home." I looked at Roxanne and saw her smiling widely at me. My chest swelled with pride as I realized it was the first time I had ever been featured in the paper without being humiliated by the hero in tights. I found that I rather enjoyed the feeling and despite the ridiculousness of the outfit and feeling as exposed as I had. Now that I was on the other side, I could affirmatively say, it was all worth it.

THE END