Bad Idea

Bad Idea.

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Roxanne slowly became less fascinated by the world flowing past the invisible car, training her interest instead on something far more fascinating. Something.... blue....
Her eye travelled down from his face, green eyes concentrating on the road, mouth humming along to the radio, down a black leather outfit only appropriate for a bad boy to wear, following the blue lightning bolt on his chest... down....
Roxanne's eyes narrowed. She suddenly had a totally wicked idea. It might even answer a few of the questions she'd been considering for a while now.


Megamind had fallen into the music again, and he was happily considering what could be done to the invisible car to make it a flying invisible car, and wondering which parts he had available for transforming his vehicle back at the lab, when he realised there was a finger gently rubbing in a very... difficult to ignore... place.
"Roxanne! What...."
"Keep driving."
"I... um... no, no wait..."
"Keep driving... or I'll.... stop."
"I don't think. I. Um."
"Keep driving."
"That. Is. Very. Sensitive..." Megamind was conflicted. He wanted her to keep going, but... his ear... it could distract him from driving.
"I know," she whispered in his ear.
"I'm driving here."
"Then keep driving," gently she nibbled the pink edge of his ear, which tickled, then licked. He decided to keep driving. He felt her smile as she traced the shape of his ear with her mouth.
"Good boy."


Roxanne smiled as she gently gently sucked on Megaminds ear. this was turning out to be a fun game... no one could see the shenanigans anyone might get up to in this car, and all Megamind had to do to make her stop was to stop driving. She hoped he wouldn't stop driving.
With one hand she softly played with his other ear, far away where she couldn't reach it with her mouth, and the other hand she slowly ran over his chest. Must not scare him...
Megamind smelt good, like sugar and... berries...
She slowly worked her mouth around the edge of his ear, and traced the pattern of his ear with her tongue, learning each curve, and ran her hand down the lightning bolt over his chest, before gently pushing a finger under his Tshirt to touch his warm stomach. Megamind whimpered, and she could see that his face was tense.
"It's okay" she whispered in his ear "Keep driving."
"Temptress," he breathed.
She giggled, and licked his neck. Still kissing his neck, she slowly worked her hand up, under his Tshirt, touching his chest with nothing more than the tip of a fingernail. She ran a zigazag like the lightning, and knew she'd struck the jackpot: his nipple, a hard knob, just right for pinching.


The sensation of Roxanne nibbling and licking his ear was one which took up all his concentration, and driving was becoming remarkably difficult. Then her hand went somewhere else, and Megamind found himself looking down, away from the windscreen in wide-eyed nervous glances at her hand under his shirt. Oh dear. Her hand zigzagged up his chest, scratching his thick skin in a sensation not unpleasant, delicately setting his teeth on edge. His pants suddenly seemed several sizes too small.
When she found and pinched his nipple he was neither ready for it, nor able to look down, as there were some important pieces of traffic to avoid on the road, although later he couldn't even remember what the traffic was.
"Ow!" He slapped her hand away, and she giggled again.
"Both hands on the steering wheel."
"Or you'll what?"
"I'll stop."
"Maybe I want you to stop." he said very low, not meaning it. "Temptress."
"Maybe you don't want me to stop."
"Maybe I'm just finding the right place to stop..."
"Maybe that's what I'm trying to find..." She licked his cheek.
"I need my face to drive. Unless you want me to stop?"
She chuckled, and her hand ran down, the whole palm touching his chest now, warm, lovely and warm, and slowly reached the edge of his Tshirt. She was going to stop. He tried to bite back his disappointment. Then he realised what she was trying to do, and practically swerved into the next lane over whilst almost stalling the car. "Woah!"
"Careful Megamind or you'll cause an accident!"
"Vixen!" he snarled, and slammed his foot on the clutch.
"Keep driving!" she crooned. He changed gears and slammed on the accelerator. "Yes!" she crowed, delightedly, and one arm still draped around his back, used her free hand to try to uncatch his leather trousers.
His hand freed from the gearshift, Megamind batted her hand away from his pants, madly aware of what she was about to find there.
"I'll pull over!" The threat was the only one she'd offered him, but it was really a very inconvenient place to have her pulling at his trousers: all around him was traffic, and there was no verge to pull onto. It was almost as if she had planned this highway to be the location to antagonise him so.
"No you won't!"
"I will!" He wished he'd thought of making the car fly last week, so he would have been able to just hover the car until she'd been belted into the farthest. Seat. Away. From. Him.
"Will not!" She worked out how to unfasten his trousers, and took advantage of another gear change to pull the catch. "Woah! Wow!"
Megamind winced. Not a good day to not wear underwear, nope, not at all... "I can explain...."


Roxanne stared, astounded, at the completely unexpected spectacle in front of her. Two delicate pink-tinged blue... tentacles... waved... through her boyfriends open trousers. She gently reached out and touched one, and it twined around her finger, almost delicately, more tentacles sprouting from the tight fly of his trousers as he whimpered "I can explain."
"Wow." she repeated, smiling, and stroked another tentacle, looking up curiously, to watch his face, see his terrified green eyes as he glanced away from the road again.

Megamind glared at the road, and snarled fiercely. "You are going to cause an accident." It didn't help that she gently squeezed a stamen just at the last word and his voice cut off with a squeak. Her giggle was not what he'd expected. The last time he'd allowed anyone to see him for the alien he was, there had been screaming. Giggling was new.
He glanced down again. It was distracting enough feeling her touch his sprays, seeing her hand gently exploring him was enough to make him swerve the car again. He madly kept his eyes on the road whilst she stroked him, so gently. It was suddenly difficult to remember to breathe. She gently squeezed one, brushed her fingernail down another. He gripped the steeringwheel with a death grip, his knuckles white.
Eyes. Onthe. Road.


Gently stroking the tentacles Roxanne watched Megaminds' face for reactions. She wasn't horrified by this example of how alien her boyfriend was: he had blue skin after all, so there were obvious indications that he wasn't human, this was just another indication. How he had been hiding so many in his trousers she wasn't certain, as there was definitely not enough space in there for quite so... much. She smiled. She gazed down at a good half dozen tentacles vying for her hands' attention. It was so cute. The smile became a smirk.
A new bad idea.
Roxanne slid around until she was lying across the bench seat of the car, and crept her head underneath Megaminds arm, as he now had both hands carefully latched on the steeringwheel. He whimpered when she popped the end of a tentacle into her mouth and... sucked.
The tentacles tasted sweet as sugar and were as smooth and long and strong and delicate as his fingers. Any not in her mouth gently brushed over her face while Megamind whimpered and panted above her, the car jerking and changing speed as he desperately tried to keep in control.


Roxanne was doing a little more than exploring down there, and Megamind simply could not continue to keep his mind on the road. She slid around on the seat next to him, put her head down close and suddenly a stamen was somewhere warm and wet and she was sucking and licking and there was a big truck about to run into them and she was sucking and they were on the wrong side of the road and licking and he slid the car around and managed to leave the highway by an onramp and sucking and swerve around another car and there were teeth and find a street without too much traffic got to be a place I know a place I know a place I know...


Megamind cried out. Suddenly it was like touching her tongue to a battery. A sharp taste, like an electric shock.
"Now we stop the car." he said, his voice low, so low, and she felt the car pull over to the side. "Temptress." His voice a whisper. He pulled his tentacles from her, pushed her away, started tugging desperately at his leather trousers.
Roxanne crouched with her knees on the floor, her chest on the seat, watching him undress with difficulty in the small space of the car. The engine was still running, gently turning over, very quiet. Somehow the radio wasn't playing any more, although she couldn't for the life of her remember when it had been turned off. His green eyes stared into hers the whole time, and he eventually had the trousers off. His tentacles when released were easily ten inches long or more and obviously quite controllable, long thin fingers more transparent and smooth than the fingers sticking out of his black leather driving gloves. His expression was now scared, again, as she regarded him, and she leaned up and out to get a proper kiss from him now that he wasn't distracted by driving. His mouth was cold and dry from panting, and he slowly, carefully pushed her around and down, onto her back on the seat, in the limited room, drinking her mouth in hungrily. He finally pulled out of the kiss, holding her down on the seat, and licked her on the cheek.
"That. Was. Naughty." he breathed calmly into her ear, sliding his own hand under her blouse, gently reaching for her bra.
"You like bad things." she said, his hand slowly running up her front.
"Very. Naughty. Girl." He had reached her bra, and ran a hand up to squeeze one breast while he gently bit into the other through the fabric of her blouse and the bra underneath. She cried out, arching her back, and he let go his bite, and smirked at her. "Don't make a noise, Vixen. This car is invisible, not in... audio... ble." His worried look as he tried to parse the word made her laugh, and she put her hand in her mouth to muffle the noise.
She whispered. "Are there many of people out there?"
"Crowds of them," he murmured, before nuzzling her breast again. She squeaked, and he looked at her with a comical frown. "They'll hear you."
"You squeaked too. When I did... this." She tried to reach, and found that there was too little room to do what she had hoped, folded onto the bench seat as she was. She wriggled in an attempt to get her other arm free, and he wriggled too, suggestively. His smirk widened as she struggled.
"And now I have you in my clutches. Temptress."
"I should call for help."
"Don't cry out... or I'll... stop."
"That's my threat! You can't take my threat!" her whisper was furious.
"Can too! I'm the villian!"
"The Villain doesn't get the girl, remember?"
"No fair!"
"You need a different threat then!"
"Well then, Miss Richie, you make a sound and I'll turn off the stealthiness of the car and everyone will see you!" There was something re-arranging her skirt, but it wasn't his hand, as one was holding her breast and the other was holding what had been her free wrist. Something rubbed along the lace of her panties and Megamind smirked. He jinked forward to to kiss her throat, pulling her skirt even higher.


Roxanne was squirming under him delightfully and Megamind carefully pulled at her panties, wanting desperately to get inside of them. Was it okay to rip a girls panties? Surely that was bad form? He bunched the lacy fabric to the side, and slipped a stamen into the wet warmth. She bucked underneath him and he kissed her to muffle her as more sprays entered her. She was so warm.
He gently felt around, finding what he'd seen in anatomy books, logging her reactions when he rubbedthat or squeezed this, all the while nuzzling her neck and smothering her in kisses. He held back her free wrist, glad that her other arm had somehow got caught up underneath her. He used his free hand to get under her bra and find the catch which undid the bra entirely.
Her moaning was delightful, and he found he could play her like an instrument, whilst she writhed under him, rubbing some threads IN whilst others OUT, stimulating both of of them in the process. Whilst some stamens moved forward to rub her, another reached backward, to rub her behind, and he bit down on the side of her neck as he entered. Also warm. More tight. Lovely and warm. She was desperately trying to keep her moans quiet. He was beginning to pulse. He bounced delightedly, enjoying the sounds he could force her to make, the sensations she was causing him to feel.
The whole effect was getting more and more intense, and he sped up, pounding against her, making the car shake rhythmically. The seat squeaked, and over that Roxanne moaned again and again, her hand in her mouth desperately trying to keep quiet. She was so beautiful.
His pace quickened again and he desperately tried to hold back as her back arched under him and he felt her climax, with a whispered yell. He gave in to his own body as he felt her release to hers, and he sprayed his sugar from every stamen with a cry, convulsing and somehow cracking his head on the roof of the car as they came, pulsing again and again.


"Ow."
They were both somehow lying on the front seat of the car, their legs tangled down into the footwell near the drivers door, their heads pushed up next to the passenger door.
"Ow?" she asked, thoughtfully.
"I hit my head."
"Oh."
"It hurts."
"That explains why you yelled out."
"It wasn't why I yelled out."
"Ah."
"You are why I yelled out."
"I think there's something wrong with this car. There's an exposed wire or something."
"Um."
"'Cos that was the second shock this car has given me."
"Ah. The car. Yes. Hmmm."
"Next time we do this, let's not do this in the car."
"Um. Yes. Car is a bit cramped."
"Do you think anyone heard us?"
"Not really."
"Off you get, I want to see out."
"No. Comfy."
"Come on."
"No. Head hurts."
"I want to see."
"No. Getting hugs."
"Come on Megamind, let me out."
"Okay, okay already."
She looked out of the vehicle with surprise. "I thought you said there were crowds of people." The walls of the abandoned warehouse loomed on all sides, shafts of dusty light pooling onto the floor.
"Well, there were once. This used to be a hive of industry. I thought it would make a good hive of villainy one day, so I bought it a while back." He rubbed his neck and the back of his head. "Never ended up making use of it."
"Until now."
"Yes. Until now. Very useful it has been too."




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And that's about as far as I got before I gave in to helpless laughter. I don't know whether any of you have tried to do things in a car, but cramped is entirely too roomy a word for the experience. And invisible would be incredibly convenient. Also, I can just imagine her being all chirpy and talkative, and him lying there thinking "I just want to bask in the glow here. What do I have to do to make her be quiet?"

I have another chapter planned out here somewhere... [rummages around]

Review please?