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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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Mary Batson got off the Main Street bus at the Oak Street intersection. Her date with Freddy that evening, dinner for two at Le Chateau Anglais and the free concert in Costanza Park, was ruined by the storm, but she was determined to make it up to him somehow.
Even with an umbrella, the driving rain started saturating through her clothes the moment she stepped off the bus. In a strange way, it was the Bromfields’ fault Mary was in this predicament in the first place. In spite of the fact that she was now of legal age, and the fact that she carried a drivers’ license for two years, her foster parents simply refused to let Mary buy a car. They preferred that their daughter take the bus or have the chauffeur drive her to where she needed to go.
Oddly enough, the only person in her foster parents’ home who knew Mary was a responsible young woman behind the wheel was the family’s bodyguard, Gaspar Hernandez. From the time she got her Learner’s Permit, he let her drive the Lotus, the Ferrari, the Camero and the Bently whenever he took her somewhere, often switching seats with his charge once they cleared the driveway.
Without the car, she still had to walk three blocks and climb three flights of stairs to reach Freddy’s warm, dry rooms at Mrs. Wagner’s. Shortly after the vehicle pulled away, a strong gust of wind destroyed her only protection.
“Oh, no!” she cried out as the powerful blast of air broke apart her umbrella in her hands.
Lightning scored the skies above her as the storm began to intensify. Within minutes, the lovely 18-year-old girl was soaked to the skin and beginning to shiver as she ran the rest of the way to her destination. Her shoulder-length auburn curls plastered themselves to her scalp and the sides of her face while the black silk that lined the lacy top massaged her small, firm breasts, chafing the pink buds of her nipples until they hurt. To add insult to injury, the bus ride had her whole body tingling with the first stages of arousal, which made it difficult for her to run fast.
This is what I get for not wearing a bra, not that I could wear one under this.
It was true. The black silk lace blouse she wore wasn’t tight, but it was form-fitting. Her red skirt fell to mid-thigh and clung provocatively to her slim hips, showing off her slim, bare legs as she ran down the sidewalk.
If I’d flown here, she thought ruefully, referring to her dual identity of the World’s Mightiest Girl, Mary Marvel, I’d still be soaking wet, but at least I wouldn’t be freezing or have to feel my body buzzing like I’ve had too much caffeine! I only hope Freddy’s got a nice, warm fire going!
It took Mary eight more minutes to get to Freddy’s door, and by the time she reached it, she was shivering harder than before and her teeth were starting to chatter. She heard a muted “Just a minute” to her insistent knocking, then the soft thump of a wooden crutch on a hardwood floor and a very surprised Freddy opened the door, wearing only his bathrobe.
“Mary!” he exclaimed, shocked at his girlfriend’s bedraggled appearance. “What are you doing here? Holy Moley, sweetheart, you’re freezing!”
“W-we had a-a d-date, r-r-remember?” she replied through chattering teeth as he ushered her inside.
“Oh, honey, I’m sorry. I called to cancel because of the rain, but Jives told me you’d already left. I’ve been worried sick about you since then.”
Freddy slipped his arm around Mary’s shaking shoulders. God, he thought, even looking like a half-drowned kitten, she’s beautiful.
“T-thought y-you c-could s-still u-use t-the c-c-company, F-Freddy.”
Freddy began guiding Mary to the bathroom. He needed to get her out of her wet garments and into a hot tub before she caught a chill, and noticed when she came in that her nipples were proudly erect, pushing themselves against the flimsy fabric of her dress.
Lock it down, boyo, he thought as he became aroused.
“Keep going, love, " he said. "I’ll be right back.”
As Mary continued to stumble down the hallway, she heard Freddy say “Captain Marvel!” and the loud crack of thunder that followed those key words. Captain Marvel Junior came up beside the trembling girl, lifted her up in his wiry yet powerful arms, and carried her the rest of the way to the bathroom. Upon entering, he sat her gently on the counter and began drawing her a hot bath.
Thank Heaven for “as-needed” water heaters … he thought.
Exhausted and befuddled with cold, Mary watched her boyfriend’s Marvel form in a haze of confusion as he puttered about the bathroom. Although he was only using a bare fraction of his great speed, she saw him as only a blur.
Mary asked, “F-Freddy, w-why’d you …?”
“Say my magic words and change?” he finished her question for her. “Because as Freddy, I don’t have the balance necessary to put you in and lift you out of the tub. Which one?” He held two bottles of bubble bath under her turned-up nose; one lavender and the other, a lush rose-musk scent. He, or rather Freddy, bought them for her a week ago at the mall. They were meant to be a gift to commemorate the anniversary of the day they first met.
“L-lavender.”
Junior poured a good amount of the bath bubbles into the rapidly filling tub. He removed his red and gold cape and rolled the sleeves of his uniform up, then used a fraction of his great speed to mix the potion into the bath water and created a thick, creamy layer of foam.
“C’mon, let’s get you out of these wet things,” the World’s Mightiest Boy said, reaching out to help her undress as she kicked the squishy black ballerina flats off her slim, high arched feet.
Instinctively, Mary managed to ruck her skirt up past her bottom, then lifted her slender arms over her head and let him strip off the soaked garments, exposing her petite, bare breasts with their chafed nipples. A soft sigh of relief escaped Mary’s lips as the wet cloth was pulled away from her over-sensitized flesh. Captain Marvel Junior’s hand not-so-accidentally brushing against one of the erect, rose-colored buds.
In one swift motion, her silk panties came off next and joined her skirt and blouse to drain in the sink. He picked the nude girl up off the counter, then slowly set her down in the tub. Mary was up to her slender neck in water again, only this time it was delightfully warm, bubbly and fragrant. With another soft sigh, she finally stopped shivering and even began to relax a bit.
As the spicy aroma of lavender filled the room, Mary ducked her head into the scented water, rewetting her hair. While she did this, Junior grabbed a sponge and a bar of soap of the same scent and began to bathe her, starting with her neck and travelling down to her chest. He worked the sponge in a figure-eight pattern around Mary’s small bosoms, barely grazing the tight pink buds that topped them as he slipped his free hand under her head and kissed her tenderly.
He conveniently “lost” the sponge as his hand traveled leisurely to the mound connected to her long, slim legs, his supple fingers slipping between the tender folds of flesh to softly flutter against her swollen nub. Mary moaned her pleasure against his seeking mouth and parted her legs a bit more, allowing him a little more access.
Junior, for his part, was deliberately muting each kiss and caress, knowing he would harm her if he were anything less than gentle with her. Not that Mary seemed to mind, for she was becoming even more aroused by his touch, and began to relax even more. A moment later, she’d stopped responding to him altogether, even to his kisses. Concerned, he checked her neck for a pulse. Both it and her breathing were slow, deep and even.
She’d fallen asleep.
“That’s okay, Mary. Some other time,” Junior said with a dry chuckle as he lifted the sleeping girl out of the tub. “Guess I’ve got the couch tonight.”
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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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