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A Dark and Stormy Night (repost)	By : CJFinnegan Category: DC Verse Comics > Marvel Family Views: 5093 -:- 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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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 of hot water wash over his now-clean body. He didn’t say so to Cait, but he’d been nervous about Brixton’s goons following him, too. His concerns proved groundless after he called Det. Jim Bellows, a old friend of Freddy’s, who had the crook under surveillance. Billy’s two assailants pulled into Brixton’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 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 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 gently nibbled on the lobe as her hand touched his semi-hard organ. “Hmm … someone’s happy I’m here.”
“Please 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.

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Billy arrived at Cait’s room at the appointed time, a bath sheet wrapped around his slim hips. His fiancee’s slight dancer’s 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'Riordans 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 the one 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 laid her back and 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 scent. Then Billy tentatively licked at her tiny bundle of nerves 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 goose flesh 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 delicate, sweet, slightly musky, and on the whole reminded Billy of sun-ripened cantaloupe. He couldn’t understand why some of the guys at school made “going deep South” on a girl 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 and asked, “Oh, so that’s what you’ve been wanting to do with my “ol’ todger”, eh, sweetheart?”
“Yes. We’ve been making love to each other for six months and more, Liam, and I’ve never done this before, either.”
“You know I’m always happy to oblige you, my love …”
Billy shifted himself around until they were laying side by side; his hard organ very near Cait’s 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 bud. He teased 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 loins tightened more. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to come in her mouth. It could make her sick, or gag, or both. But he was oh, so close; too close to pull out and enter her, and his breath was coming out in ragged, nasal gasps.
As Billy started to spill his seed, he blew on her nub, eliciting a muffled scream from Cait. He felt her throat pulsating against his organ and he jabbed his tongue into her once more. Another shriek came out of the lovely red-haired girl as he did this and, not wanting to bite him, she pulled his manhood 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 member in her hands and never even noticed that she managed to slip 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; a blast that 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. A moment after the smoke cleared, he asked “Why didn’t you change, too?”
“I’ve a feeling I won’t be needed this time out,” Caitlin replied with one of the saddest expressions he’d ever seen on her pretty face.
He dropped a kiss on the Witch’s forehead and flew out the window towards the site of the disaster.
“Just come back to me, my love, and come back safe,” Cait said to the rapidly dwindling form.
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Blanket disclaimers for this fanfic (partly borrowed from Sueric): 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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