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A Dark and Stormy Night	By : CJFinnegan Category: DC Verse Comics > Marvel Family Views: 6610 -:- 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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When Billy arrived at the O’Malley house, Caitlin had been waiting and worrying for him. Although she knew that his job as an investigative reporter put him into some very dangerous situations, and was "in the know" about Billy and Captain Marvel being one and the same, she felt rather like a cop’s wife, always wondering if he was all right.

Cait watched her love from the front bay window as he strolled up the white gravel path, twining a lock of her dark red hair around her elegant fingers. It was a nervous habit she had, and she wished to the gods that she didn’t, because it was bothersome. She wore her nice sable velvet pants and a long-sleeved, stretch velour leotard of the same hue, which made the color of her hazel eyes a little richer and her soft, layered hair a bit deeper. She ruddy well loved the young reporter, and awaited his arrival anxiously.

They would have the whole house to themselves tonight, since both her parents were on duty at the hospital ’til the next morning and her sister Robyn was in Boston until Sunday night. That meant no hiding in her den; Billy could actually sleep in her bed, although sleeping was not exactly what Cait had in mind. With her own 18th brithday coming in a few weeks, she was going to have all of the "quality family time" she could handle, so just being alone with Billy for one night was an incredible balm for her soul.

As he slogged up to the door, she could see that Billy was fairly banged up and completely covered in grime. She flung the door open and exclaimed, "Billy, what happened to you?!? You’re filthy!"

"Oh, this?" he replied smiling, not missing the worried look on her pretty face. "Remember that guy who’s been hanging around Batson Hall, harassing the kids there? Crabbetson? I got ’im, honey, nailed his to tto the wall. I was so right about him, Cait. He’s nothing more than a lousy pimp and I got him!"

"Which does not explain the bruises, the muck or the smell!" she waved her hands up and down at him. She forgot how excited he got when he chased a hot story. "Pray tell, what went on after you "got him"?"

"He had some of his goons try to scare me off. You know me, fat chance of that, so they beat me up a little and tossed me into the county landfill. I just pretended to be unconscious ’til they left, then I hiked my tail over here."

"D’you think they followed you here?" Cait’s voice was steady, not betraying any fear she might have felt. She’d always been a brave girl, even when faced with someone as powerful as Billy’s alter ego.

"Truthfully, honey?" Billy replied, looking her in her soft hazel eyes. "No. They were long gone by the time I climbed over the last pile of garbage.

"I hoped the rain would’ve washed some of the stench away, but no such luck," he finished with a heavy sigh.
"Well, nobody’s here, so…"

"We’re nobody?"

"I meant nobody but us, silly," she said with a sweet smile, "so why don’t you go into my water closet and take a shower. I’ll be up in a few."

"Yes, ma’am," he replied with a lascivious grin.

"And for pity’s sake, put those filthy things where I can find them!"

"Yes, ma’am, right away, ma’am!" He ran up the stairs before she could give chase, laughing at the comical face she made at him.

Soon, Billy was standing under a torrent of almost-scalding water and felt the pent-up tension leave his body. He was leaning face forward against the wall, his legs as far apart as he could get them and his head bowed down, letting the spray wash over his now clean body.

He didn’t say so to Cait, but he’d been nervous about Crabbetson’s goons following him here, too. His concerns proved groundless after he called Det. Jim Bellows, a friend of Freddy’s, who had Crabbetson under surveillance. Billy’s two assailants pulled into Crabbetson’s driveway a minute before the boy reporter called, so she was safe.

A minute later, he felt something soft press against his back, running slender hands from his chest, down his waist to rest on his upper thighs, eliciting a moan from deep in his throat.

"Don’t move," Cait’s warm, melodious voice purred. She was quite nude and already wet for wanting him. "I want you to stay just like this."

She kissed his back right between the shoulder blades, finding the sensitive spot where two vertebrae linked together. It was an erogenous zone for Billy and he closed his eyes, loving what she was doing to him and his reaction to her tender ministrations, especially when Cait moved her right hand to cup his pouch.

"You really are a shameless little wanton, aren’t you?" Billy replied in a throaty chuckle.

"Only with you, m’love, only with you," she murmured in his ear, then nibbled on the lobe as her hand touched his semi-erect cock. "Hmm… someone’s happy I’m here."

"Don’t stop what you’re doing, love."

"We’ve tried making love in the shower, and we both wound up bruised. How soon can you be in the bedroom? I’ve been wanting to try something with ol’ todger, here."

"That’s funny," Billy commented, his eyes opening. "I’ve wanted to try something with you, too, Cait. How’s five minutes?"

"Perfect. I’ll be waiting," Cait took her hands off Billy and left the shower, removed the large hinge clip from her hair, grabbed a towel, turned and blew him a kiss.

Minx. No wonder her hair didn’t get wet, Billy thought, amused and aroused. Well, whatever she has planned, this is going to be an interesting evening.

Billy arrived at Cait’s room at the appointed time, a bath sheet wrapped around his slim hips. His paramour’s slight dancers’ body was sitting atop the blankets, patting the bed where she wanted him to lay. At least a dozen candles softly lit up the room, and a CD of romantic music played in the background.

"Someone have a fire sale on candles?" He joked as he dropped the oversized towel and joined her there, gathered her in his arms and kissed her with a passion they both felt. When they came up for air, Cait picked up something from the bedstead and popped it into Billy’s still open mouth.

It was one of the little Alpine strawberries the O’Malleys grew in their backyard greenhouse, covered with a thick coat of dark, sweet chocolate. As he bit down, the tastes of the fruit and its coating mingled. He let out a moan of purest bliss and licked a drop of strawberry juice and chocolate from the corner of his mouth like a child.

"I thought you might be hungry," Cait said with a giggle.

"I am, honey, but food can wait," Billy replied soberly as he ran his hands down her smooth, ivory torso. "Right now, you’re what I’m hungry for, and I’ve been waiting all day to try this. I’ve never done what I’m going to do before, so if I’m doing it wrong, let me know."

He captured her lips again in a slow, deep kiss. Then he began to leave a trail of warm kisses down the side of her slender neck, the soft mounds of her small breasts and the valley between them, then down her flat belly until he reached the sweet cleft between her thighs. Her breath quickened as he gently parted the tender folds of flesh and breathed in her essence. Then Billy tentatively licked at her clit like an ice cream cone.

Cait pressed her head back against her pillow, digging her fingers into the comforter beneath them. A soft cry escaped her lips and gooseflesh raised on her arms as Billy continued his tender torture, her back arched as he experimentally stabbed his tongue into her slippery sheath and the flow of her womb returned in response. He tasted her juices, expecting them to be salty, but they weren’t. They were slightly sweet, a bit musky, and on the whole reminded Billy of sun-ripened cantaloupe. He couldn’t understand why some of the guys at school made cunnilingus sound so completely and utterly revolting.

Maybe they’re just lazy, he mused as another delicious moan escaped Cait’s lips. She was so easy to please; every lick and jab of his tongue sent her that much closer to the edge.

"Hedonist," Cait hissed as Billy’s lingua pierced her again, "you could at least… let me… return the favor… you cad."

He lifted his head from her crotch and asked, "So that’s what you’ve been wanting to do with "ol’ todger", eh, sweetheart?"

"Yes. We’ve been together for six months and more, Liam, and I’ve never gone down on you before, either."
"You know I’m always happy to oblige you…"

Billy shifted himself around until they were laying side by side; his hard organ very near Cait’s waiting mouth. She held the shaft of smooth skin in her hands, kissing and fondling for several moments, sucked each of his testicles in turn, and then took half of his organ into her mouth. Any more than that and she would choke. His eight inches tasted of clean skin, and her hands and mouth worked in unison to bring him to full erection.

Billy turned his attentions back to her pulsating clit, teasing it with his lips and tongue, causing Cait to squirm. Each flick of his tongue was softer than the last, and when he thought she was ready to come, he’d blow on her nub. Cait was ready to come; the soft noises she made were growing closer together and vibrated against his penis and his own moans of pleasure excited her even more.

He knew he was about to orgasm when the up and down motion of her lips and fingers grew more frenetic and his balls were tightening. He wasn’t sure he wanted to shoot his load down her throat. It could make her sick, or gag, or both. But he was oh, so close; too close to pull out and enter her vaginally, his breath coming out in ragged, nasal gasps.

As Billy started to spill his seed, he blew on her clit, eliciting a muffled scream from Cait. He felt her throat pulsating against his organ and he jabbed his tongue into her quim once more. Another shriek came out of the lovely copper haired girl as he did this and, not wanting to bite him, she pulled his cock out of her mouth and rubbed it between her hands.

He finished licking her clean, then pillowed his head on her thigh and looked up at her while she looked at him like a satisfied cat. He saw his cock in her hands and never even noticed that she had slipped a condom on him until that moment.

Suddenly, there was a blast that made them both jump off the bed and run to the window.

It wasn’t thunder. It was an explosion, and Billy knew exactly where it had come from as he rushed to the window and opened it.

The Merrill and Jocelyn Batson Memorial Hall for Homeless Children had just blown up.

"Shazam!" he shouted, calling down the magic lightning, changing into Captain Marvel. The red-clad hero apologized, dropped a kiss on the young Witch’s forehead and flew out the window towards the site of the disaster.

"Just come back to me, and come back safe," Cait said to the rapidly dwindling form.
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