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A Dark and Stormy Night (repost)	By : CJFinnegan Category: DC Verse Comics > Marvel Family Views: 5042 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel Family, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Meanwhile, the twin brother of Freddy’s object of adoration, Billy Batson, was trudging his way through the rain to the home of his current girlfriend, Caitlin O’Riordan. They had planned on going to a baseball game this evening, but it was postponed due to the weather. Not that he minded; he could spend the night at Cait’s apartment.
Billy had been working, investigating a child prostitution ring trying to “recruit” street kids from New York shelters, including the one named for his late parents. He was going to expose them on WHIZ-TV, and sheer bad luck caught him when the owner of the “company” decided to teach him a lesson rather than kill him. Some thugs the guy hired roughed Billy up a bit, then the “lesson” ended when they pitched him into the County landfill from a slow-moving car.
He was battered, bruised, and smelled like the lower bowels of Hell, but he had his exposé.
Despite his current appearance, the past few years had been kind to Billy, adding a few inches to his height, broadened his shoulders and chest proportionally, and giving him the body of an athletic young man. Though still impish-looking, most of the baby fat was gone from his face, leaving him with a narrow, chiseled jaw and making the dimple in his slightly pointed chin and his high cheekbones more prominent.
He let his raven-black hair grow a bit on the top and down the back, and it tumbled in loose, rough waves over his forehead and around his deep widow’s peak. Billy was beginning to look more like his alter ego, Captain Marvel, every day. He even changed his wardrobe somewhat. He’d worn boxer shorts since puberty, but now avoided tight-fitting jeans for trouser-cut ones simply because Caitlin said that they made his “bum” look great!
Maybe the rain will take some of the stink away, and Cait won’t tell me to go home and take a shower, he thought wryly; a little too wryly for a mere teenager.
As he thought of her, a vision of Caitlin popped into his mind. It was the image of how she looked the night they first made love six months earlier. It was the night of Billy and Mary’s eighteenth birthday, and the gift Caitlin decided to give Billy was her own, sweet self ...

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When he turned from the task of lighting a fire in the fireplace, Billy saw Caitlin’s nearly nude form standing before him. Her lustrous, dark red curls were draped over one of her small breasts, leaving the other bare, and she wore nothing but a scrap of sheer, white silk tied around her faintly rounded hips, covering the neatly trimmed mound at the zenith of her creamy white thighs.
Billy’s breath caught in his throat as he stared at Cait in wide-eyed wonder, trying to focus on her leonine features while she helped him out of his clothes. Her brows formed gentle arches over her almond shaped hazel eyes, her slim, straight nose was a contrast to Billy’s turned-up one, and her tender mouth held the promise of sensuality with its full lower lip.
The almost-eighteen year old Witch was very proud of her slender, sylph-like body, and very open-minded about sex. In truth, the attractive, dark red-haired young woman was very bit as comfortable running around nude as most people were fully clothed. And some of her unselfconsciousness began to rub off on Billy.
As first times go, it was awkward, as first times usually are, but wonderful. Cait used her gifts of projective Empathy so Billy would feel every kiss and caress he gave her, and receptive so she could feel what she was doing to him. A bond formed between the pair when they met a few years earlier; an almost mystical bond that neither of them couldn’t explain, one that grew deeper as time went on and transcended every definition Cait and Billy knew of romantic love.
They both felt Billy’s fingers trace the lines of her body in slow circles as he drew her down onto his bed and both felt the stab of pain as he first entered her, rupturing her maidenhead. Caitlin bit back a cry of anguish, a single, hot tear slipping down her pale cheek. He almost withdrew, but she assured him that she was all right, and told him gently that it always hurt the first time. Shortly, there was no pain at all, only the pleasurable sensations of his hands touching her body and the kneading grip of her tight sheath around his manhood as he slowly thrust in and out of her. They were focused not on their own delight, but each other’s, and in next to no time, neither of them could remember where Billy ended and Caitlin began.
The pair began to quicken their pace, so they rolled around until Cait was sitting astride Billy, his hands on her hips. Her sensitive nub ground against the nest of hairs surrounding his member, while her firm, sweetly rounded bottom massaged his loins, making them tighter with each stroke. Billy felt like he would explode at any time, and he started to groan in a mix of pleasure and pain.
As they approached the brink, Cait pulled Billy up into a sitting position and pressed one of her breasts to his lips, encouraging him to suckle. He latched his mouth onto the pale-pink flesh, gently sucking while his tongue swirled around her nipple and areola, sending a rippling electric jolt coursing throughout her very being. Between gasps, Caitlin murmured the name of her love and the names of every Celtic deity she could think of. Billy’s strong, white teeth lightly raked the small pink bud he sucked on, sending another shock through her body, causing her to buck and whimper.
That whimper, a cross between a moan and a perfect middle C, set off a chain reaction. Billy buried his face in the cleft of Cait’s breasts, nearly screaming as his first orgasm overtook him, even as she continued her ride. His cries sent Cait over the edge, and she tossed her head back as she moaned in response, another half-sung whimper escaping her lips. Their bodies shuddered and shook as the power and force raised by their union flowed through them and around them, then finally disbursed into the Earth.
A few moments later, they collapsed on the mattress, tired and spent, but blissfully happy. Caitlin rolled herself off of Billy’s supine form to cuddle up against her love, pillowing her tawny head on his chest as she settled a down comforter over them.
“Gods,” Cait breathed in her peculiar Irish accent. “If you could do that to me forever, love, I’d die a happy woman.”
“I - I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Billy stammered back, worry written on his sweet face as plainly as exhaustion was. “I didn’t know popping your cherry would …”
Cait cut off the torrent of words by placing two fingers against the lips that, minutes ago, kissed her and nursed on her breasts. “No, Liam, you didn’t damage me,” she said reassuringly, calling Billy by his pet name. “There was a wee bit of pain, but after a moment, ‘twas all pleasure.”
“’m glad … couldn’t bear it …’fi did,” he murmured, closing his lightning-blue eyes.
Exhausted, the young lovers remained where they were, wrapped in each other’s arms with faint smiles of triumph on their faces. And before they fell into a hours-long sleep, Billy murmured “I love you,” into Caitlin’s ear ...
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BEEEEEEEEEEEP!
The sound of a car’s horn brought Billy back to reality. He was jay walking across the street!
The owner of the car poked his head out the window, calling the ace reporter a choice selection of swear words even after he apologized to the man. As he continued walking to Cait’s, Billy felt an all-too-familiar tightening in the area of his groin and began to blush. Was this going to happen every time he thought of that night?
Still, it was a great birthday present.
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Blanket disclaimers for this fanfic: this story is a parody within a parody based on a series of Earth-S fics I wrote. It is neither steeped in nor is it connected with the current continuity of DC Comics. DC’s current continuity lacks imagination. And guts.
I do not claim any rights to the Marvel Family or the characters associated with them. Those rights belong to DC Comics (damn it all). The only character I own in this work of fiction is Caitlin O’Riordan (© Cynthia Finnegan, 2005). I offer my thanks to C.C. Beck, Bill Parker, Otto Binder, Mac Raboy and Marc Swayze for creating such “marvelous” characters for me to terrorize.
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