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neveradamselTitle: Stockholm’s Syndrome
Rating: 16+ For sexual situations.
Pairing: Roxanne/Megamind
Notes: Post movie. Heavy sexual innuendos.
“Roxanne, have you ever thought about Stockholm’s Syndrome?” The question had come out of nowhere as she lay sprawled with him across his bed, a tangle of limbs still slick with sweat. She looked up at him in surprise.
“Sorry, what?”
“Stockholm’s Syndrome. It’s a psychology term describing a paradoxical psychological phenomenon that—“
“I know what it is. Why are you asking me?” He blushed, and adjusted himself in order to loop an arm around her.
“Roxanne, despite my many positive attributes – and granted, there are, indeed, many - I do have to wonder if all of this…” He gestured to her; to the discarded clothing, the rumpled bed sheets, her ruffled hair. “If all this isn’t based on some psychological phenomenon that…has you feeling things for me that aren’t really there.”
Roxanne sat up, now.
“Excuse me?”
“Now, hold on a second – don’t get mad, please. Just…hear me out?” Her head tilted in an indication that she was listening, and he plowed forward.
"I’m simply concerned that, despite our many trials and trib-oo-lations, that…” He rubbed his head. “That this is going to stop, one day. That you’re going to realize that despite me being a…a hero now, you…don’t actually…love me.” His voice tapered off and he fell silent for a moment. That was the root of it. “I want you to be sure, to be happy.”
She leaned against him, resting her head on a plush pillow as she stretched, rolling his words in her mind.
“Roxanne, please don’t move like that,” he murmured as he reached to trail his fingertips from the hollow of her throat to her navel. She shivered. “ You’re very distracting.” Roxanne hummed quietly in the back of her throat before rolling onto her side.
“I don’t think we perfectly fit the criteria for me to develop this,” she said thoughtfully. He made a noise with his tongue, a kind of contention. “You don’t agree?”
“I don’t, no.” He sounded a little nervous. Roxanne quelled a sigh, then gestured for him to continue.
“Well. Generally, those that develop the syndrome view the kidnapper as…giving life by simply not taking it.”
“But you never intended to take it.” She pointed out.
“No, I didn’t. But the first time, remember? Do you remember the first time I kidnapped you? Were you absolutely sure I wasn’t going to kill you?” Roxanne thought back.
“I wasn’t completely sure, no.” He started to say something, but she held up a finger. “But, I didn’t really think you were going to. If you had wanted to actually hurt me, you would have just gone ahead and done it the second Metro Man crashed your door. At that point, you didn’t need me anymore. The minute you didn’t dehydrate me or kill me, I knew you’d never intended to.”
“You’re missing the point.”
“Obviously.”
“Roxanne, for years I’ve kidnapped you. As bad as I tried to be, I could never be cruel to you. I never wanted to be. I showed you…kindness, as it was, and from that seeds another condition necessary for the development. I also threatened to kill you, and despite the fact that it was never my intention to hurt you, I still gave you the perception that I could. Come on, admit it – I easily could have.”
Roxanne rolled her eyes.
“You could have, yes. Your weapons are not toys. I understand that, and I understood it then, too. You’re making this all into something that isn’t there. Kidnappees develop this because they want to live, to survive. They think that by aligning themselves with the kidnapper, by focusing on the ‘good side’, they’ll live. I knew you weren’t going to hurt me. I knew I would survive.” She untangled herself from under his arm and moved to straddle him, to press him into the mattress. He made a pleased sound and rested his hands on her hips.
“Megamind, I love you. That is not going to change. I’ve already chosen you, I’m sure, and I’m happy.” She leaned to kiss him, roughly, hungrily. When it broke he was panting and she noticed the area between her legs was damp. “Please don’t doubt me again.”
He shifted under her and she felt him press against her, into her. Roxanne inhaled sharply, and he reached to push his fingers through her hair and pull her down again. He met her eyes.
“I won’t. I promise.”
Rating: 16+ For sexual situations.
Pairing: Roxanne/Megamind
Notes: Post movie. Heavy sexual innuendos.
“Roxanne, have you ever thought about Stockholm’s Syndrome?” The question had come out of nowhere as she lay sprawled with him across his bed, a tangle of limbs still slick with sweat. She looked up at him in surprise.
“Sorry, what?”
“Stockholm’s Syndrome. It’s a psychology term describing a paradoxical psychological phenomenon that—“
“I know what it is. Why are you asking me?” He blushed, and adjusted himself in order to loop an arm around her.
“Roxanne, despite my many positive attributes – and granted, there are, indeed, many - I do have to wonder if all of this…” He gestured to her; to the discarded clothing, the rumpled bed sheets, her ruffled hair. “If all this isn’t based on some psychological phenomenon that…has you feeling things for me that aren’t really there.”
Roxanne sat up, now.
“Excuse me?”
“Now, hold on a second – don’t get mad, please. Just…hear me out?” Her head tilted in an indication that she was listening, and he plowed forward.
"I’m simply concerned that, despite our many trials and trib-oo-lations, that…” He rubbed his head. “That this is going to stop, one day. That you’re going to realize that despite me being a…a hero now, you…don’t actually…love me.” His voice tapered off and he fell silent for a moment. That was the root of it. “I want you to be sure, to be happy.”
She leaned against him, resting her head on a plush pillow as she stretched, rolling his words in her mind.
“Roxanne, please don’t move like that,” he murmured as he reached to trail his fingertips from the hollow of her throat to her navel. She shivered. “ You’re very distracting.” Roxanne hummed quietly in the back of her throat before rolling onto her side.
“I don’t think we perfectly fit the criteria for me to develop this,” she said thoughtfully. He made a noise with his tongue, a kind of contention. “You don’t agree?”
“I don’t, no.” He sounded a little nervous. Roxanne quelled a sigh, then gestured for him to continue.
“Well. Generally, those that develop the syndrome view the kidnapper as…giving life by simply not taking it.”
“But you never intended to take it.” She pointed out.
“No, I didn’t. But the first time, remember? Do you remember the first time I kidnapped you? Were you absolutely sure I wasn’t going to kill you?” Roxanne thought back.
“I wasn’t completely sure, no.” He started to say something, but she held up a finger. “But, I didn’t really think you were going to. If you had wanted to actually hurt me, you would have just gone ahead and done it the second Metro Man crashed your door. At that point, you didn’t need me anymore. The minute you didn’t dehydrate me or kill me, I knew you’d never intended to.”
“You’re missing the point.”
“Obviously.”
“Roxanne, for years I’ve kidnapped you. As bad as I tried to be, I could never be cruel to you. I never wanted to be. I showed you…kindness, as it was, and from that seeds another condition necessary for the development. I also threatened to kill you, and despite the fact that it was never my intention to hurt you, I still gave you the perception that I could. Come on, admit it – I easily could have.”
Roxanne rolled her eyes.
“You could have, yes. Your weapons are not toys. I understand that, and I understood it then, too. You’re making this all into something that isn’t there. Kidnappees develop this because they want to live, to survive. They think that by aligning themselves with the kidnapper, by focusing on the ‘good side’, they’ll live. I knew you weren’t going to hurt me. I knew I would survive.” She untangled herself from under his arm and moved to straddle him, to press him into the mattress. He made a pleased sound and rested his hands on her hips.
“Megamind, I love you. That is not going to change. I’ve already chosen you, I’m sure, and I’m happy.” She leaned to kiss him, roughly, hungrily. When it broke he was panting and she noticed the area between her legs was damp. “Please don’t doubt me again.”
He shifted under her and she felt him press against her, into her. Roxanne inhaled sharply, and he reached to push his fingers through her hair and pull her down again. He met her eyes.
“I won’t. I promise.”
