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i was only kidding when i said good riddance

WHO: ELECTRO and MOCKINGBIRD
WHERE: Electro's apartment at the MAC.
WHEN: Following this.
WARNINGS: Banter, makeouts, some sex.
SUMMARY: PARKER IS GONE AND ELECTRO IS SAD. Mockingbird to the rescue.
FORMAT: Para.

The apartment was dark; Electro had no need for the City's regular electricity, usually he powered his place on his own (cheap and easy) but tonight he didn't feel the energy at all. So he sat in the dark, staring at his dead TV, holding an unopened beer bottle in hand. Shit, what was he even supposed to do? Parker was his best friend, his... it didn't even matter what they were or what weren't beyond that. They were best friends, and Electro hadn't ever had any real ones. Why was it that now that things had been kind of going okay for him -- he didn't just have one girlfriend, he had one and a half... maybe. What did Bobbi think of their kiss, he wondered? -- the person he was closest to had to leave.

Maybe for good. Who could know? This place had no rhyme or reason to the pattern of who left forever vs. who left for a week. It wasn't fair.

He bit his lower lip, glaring through the darkness.

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Bobbi kissed him back eagerly, tugging at her shirt and tossing it uselessly to the floor. Every movement had a frantic, hurried quality to it, like if she hesitated for a moment the rational part of her mind would spring to life and she'd get cold feet. But then again, how could she get cold feet when everything felt so good? She didn't want to think about it. Instead she focused on how pleasant his hands felt on her body. Absently, she let out a heavy sigh and bit playfully at his throat, murmuring some sort of encouraging plea to him.

Panting, he stroked his hand up her back again, leaning up to kiss her neck. Nervously he bit the corner of his lip, but used his free hand to roam, touching down her stomach, her thighs. He lifted his hips again, breath quick and warm.

It was easy to fall into some sort of rhythm of rocking their hips together. Bobbi had to admit she felt kind of like a teenager again, the way they were making out on the sofa and almost cautiously exploring each others bodies. The rush felt good though, it had been too long since she felt this kind of need and excitement. Before she could stop herself, she was unfastening her belt, pawing at Electro's a moment later.

Exhaling heavily, Electro shifted his hips to help the process, cheeks reddening even beneath the painted skin of his tattoo. "God," he murmured, meaning it in the best way possible. He slid his hand further up her thigh as he had earlier in the day, mildly hesitant to get too daring.

He wondered if she was going to ask him again, if she could shut down his powers. If she didn't, he wasn't sure if he was going to remind her.

Her thoughts had already strayed from the power situation, her mind was singularly focused on getting them both undressed and on whether or not she was really and truly going to go through with this. Her mind was mostly made up, after all, she was half naked and draped on top of him, biting and sucking on his neck like she was going to give him a hickey.

Still, Bobbi couldn't help but feel like some sort of clarification was necessary, like it needed to be said flat out. She caught his gaze again, exhaling with a nervous laugh, blushing in spite of herself. "Do you, uh. You got a condom? Right?"

He raised his eyebrows, but nodded quickly, groping blindly for his wallet that was on the table. He'd started keeping a couple in there just in case, since he had started dating the Pro, because well--

He felt a mild pang of guilt in his chest, clenching at that thought. He wrestled the wallet open and pulled a condom out to distract himself, trying to convince himself that this was fine. He tore it open with his teeth, putting one hand on her chest while the other tried to work its way down his pants.

She watched him, trying to keep her breathing steady and her heart from exploding in her chest. She could swear it was beating a mile a minute and not doing anything to calm her down. It was such a stupid thing to get all worked up and anxious about. It was just sex. They were just two consenting adults having fun in a private residence. It wasn't anything to be nervous about. But Bobbi was nervous, and it probably showed on her face as she scooted away from him and finished pulling her pants off. A moment later she was busy trying to unhook her bra.

He kicked his pants to the floor, breathing hard and cupping the small of her back. "Okay," he said, biting the corner of his lip again, "it's uh, it's on." Electro was also nervous, feeling his pulse in his temples and wrists in addition to his pounding heartbeat. It was like having an affair. Any moment it felt like someone was going to walk in and catch them in the act.

"Okay," she said quietly, words almost eaten up by a nervous laugh. That laugh in turn disappeared as she tried to swallow back her jitters. It was very much like having an affair, and Bobbi was suddenly very aware of the sounds of the building around them, of the way water moved through the pipes, of the heater kicking in down the hall. If they didn't just get it over and done with, she was pretty sure she was going to psych herself out. "Okay. Let's do this."

With a sudden rush of confidence, she crawled back into Electro's lap, and after some fumbling she was able to guide him into her. Heart still pounding, Bobbi let out a sharp gasp, and after a second or two, instinct kicked in and she remembered how to move.

Electro swallowed, all too aware of the frantic static energy running inside him, just under his skin, but his hips reacted, pushing up against hers. He sat up, cupping her hips with one of his hands, tentatively touching her chest with the other. He kissed her shoulders, her neck, her collarbone. Above them, the lights flickered.

She tried to fight it, but she couldn't stop herself from moaning loudly, the sound of her cry barely muffled against his shoulder. Part of her almost didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how good it felt. But then again, what was the point in pretending? Any embarrassment or pride she had was out the window now. The more they moved together -- and the more he kissed her, the more relaxed she became. Without realizing it, Bobbi found herself trying to coax him along, whispering where to kiss her, how to touch her, how to move.

He panted, nodding against her skin and following her directions, fingers squeezing whatever they touched. "Le' me know if anything, bothers you," he murmured, a nervous edge still in his voice, though he moved himself more confidently against her, under her.

Bobbi nodded, slowing her own movements to let him thrust up against her, digging her fingernails into his shoulders as she clung to him. Finally, she couldn't hold her tongue any longer, and after a particularly amazing movement from him, she heard herself whimper and gasp, "Fuck me, Max. I need it, fuck me harder."

"Okay. Okay," he panted, gripping her hips tighter and jerking with his. His face was sweaty, but his palms felt almost uncannily dry. Maybe it only felt that way.

"Do you want me like, to get on top, or--"

"Yeah," she mumbled, finally letting go of his shoulder, reaching to quickly dab his brow before she slipped away from him. It took some maneuvering, but she soon was settled on her back, and she reached out to him, to pull him back to her. She stared up at him, licking her lips nervously, "Need you, baby, please."

He leaned over her, swallowing as he settled between her legs. "Need you too," he said hoarsely, stroking some hair off her face before he leaned in closer to take her mouth in his. He pressed himself flush against her hips, panting and trying to keep his breathing steady.

Bobbi kissed him back just as desperately, arms curling possessively around his shoulders as she held him close and adjusted to this new angle and position. It was different, she liked it, and she knew it would be much easier for him to be in control this way. Finally, she broke their kiss, crying out softly at his every movement.

Moving against her, Electro couldn't help but be reminded of his past relationships -- not the Pro, she was still present and he hadn't had any trouble pleasing her thus far -- but Mia, Norma Lynn. Norma left him for his laziness, his selfishness, both of which affected his job and his sex-life. During his marriage, the number of times Norma had done all the work in bed dominated his memories as opposed to the alternative.

He tried to keep that all in mind as he worked for the girl this time, gasping and pushing and stroking. "This okay?"

"It's good," Bobbi said between sighs, eyes flickering open and shut. "You feel amazing."

On the other hand, Bobbi was very much in the moment. Anytime her thoughts started to wander back to any of the men she'd been with before, she made a conscious effort to think of the man she was with now and to think about what he was doing. Too often her mind went to dark places when it came to sex. Too often she'd start thinking about her assault and thinking about the stress it had put on her relationship with Clint. And when she thought about the instances themselves, she just got angry. And she was having far too good a time to want to get angry over something that had happened years ago and had nothing to do with Electro.

So she shut it from her mind and focused on him and on how he felt, pushing and moving inside her. "Don't stop, Max. Please."

He nodded, picking up the pace and kissing her again. He groaned against her mouth, a spark catching between his lips. "Shit," he said quietly, moving harder against her, breathing harder. "Shit, ah, nhhh--"

He held her tighter, moving his mouth down her neck.

She yelped as the spark hit her, a flash of panic sweeping over her. Suddenly she was reminded of why she'd been afraid and why she'd wanted to use her own powers on him. But he seemed able to regain control, and it didn't hurt as much as surprise her. If he did it again though, she'd turn his powers off so quick he wouldn't know what hit him.

"Like this," she whispered back to him, shifting her hips and opening herself up to him as much as she could. "So fucking good... just like this, baby..."

"Okay, got it, I -- ghhh," he exhaled heavily, holding her hips tightly. "Good. Like that?" He was feeling more and more confident the more time they spent together, more daring with each movement. He could feel static pent up in him, buzzing in the air and making his eyes glow. He inhaled, under control, but the static clung to his skin and made the hairs on his arm prickle.

"God."

She was definitely noticing and appreciating that he was more comfortable with her. It was nerve racking, she understood, but each passing moment seemed to give Electro more confidence in his movements. And that gave Bobbi more confidence. She was relaxing more, despite the static tension hanging over them.

"So good, Max, so--" Another brief look of worry swept over Bobbi's face when she caught sight of his eyes. It was a new and slightly unexpected change in him. "You okay, babe?"

"Yeah -- yeah, 'm fine," He said, closing his eyes and trying to focus again. "Just excited."

He licked his upper lip, diving closer to her. He could feel his muscles starting to contract, inspiring him to kiss her urgently.

"Yeah? 'Kay," Bobbi nodded, reassured a bit, petting his cheek as she kissed him. When she finally pulled back for air, she was grinning smugly, pretty pleased that she could get him to react like that. Panting, she arched up, body pressed to his, eyes lowered as she watched him move.

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