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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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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.

Gasping, Electro arched against her body, cheeks flushed with color. He moved one of his hands to her breast, cupping it in his hand, stroking with his thumbs. He pushed his hips harder, feeling himself edge closer to release.

"Yeah, swear," he murmured, voice heavy.

She moaned loudly, running both her hands down his body, scratching softly at his skin to encourage him on. The faster and harder he moved, the better she felt, and the easier it was to focus on the pleasure and on her own body. Her voice cracked a little, shaky between her muffled cries, "Yeah, oh God..."

"Ah--" He gasped in again, shivering and burying his face against his shoulder, still feeling and rubbing at her skin. "Oh God." He swallowed, trying to concentrate, not wanting to shock her when he climaxed.

"Almost,"

"Okay, okay," Bobbi managed to say, arms curling possessively around him as he thrust into her. She turned her head so she could whisper in his ear, words breathy and soft as she kissed his temple. "Come for me, baby. I want you to come."

He nodded, breathing hard against her skin. His hips bucked roughly and he moved his hands to her hips, tiny sparks bouncing off his fingernails. With one final movement he felt himself finish and he pushed up, gasping but reminding himself they weren't done yet. He stroked down her stomach, hoping to help her get off as well.

Bobbi was surprised to feel his hand moving down her torso. Surprised, but not at all disappointed. She smiled up at him lazily, shifting her hips so he could touch her more easily.

"Who woulda known you were such a gentleman," she said teasingly, legs parting for him. She might have had a mocking tone to her voice, but there was no mistaking the needy look in her eyes as she watched him, breath shallow in her chest.

"Just tired of bein' called selfish," he said with a wry grin, sliding his hand between her legs. Inhaling slowly, he moved his fingers against her, pulling his hips back.

"Is that s--" She started to mouth off again, but her words became indecipherable when she let out a surprisingly loud moan as his fingers brushed over her. Blushing, she moved until she was comfortable, lips curved into a pleased little smirk as he touched her, though it became less and less teasing and more and more sincere as he continued at it. "That feels real nice," she breathed after a moment, almost a tremble to her voice. "Please don't stop."

He smirked a little more, encouraged, and complied eagerly with his fervent hand movements. "Not gonna, just tell me when you're good," he said, licking the corner of his mouth. He exhaled, face flushed, watching her carefully.

Somehow, he'd managed to mostly shut her up, apart from the occasional noise she'd make in the back of her throat, a vocal show of her appreciation. It wasn't long til he found a rhythm she liked. Her eyes slowly closed, head back on the cushions, lips parted as her hands balled into imperfect little fists, back arching reflexively. "Close. So close..." It wouldn't take much longer, so long as he didn't back out of his promise.

He leaned over her further, licking along the line of her neck. God, she was beautiful -- he still almost couldn't believe this was really real -- here he was, not only with an Avenger, but with... her.

Electro exhaled against her skin, hooking his fingers gently.

It was like she was slowly being pushed over the edge, every breath she took and every motion of his fingers drove her closer to climax until it hit her. She gasped sharply, air getting caught in her throat as every muscle in her body seemed to contract, hips rocking against his hand as she rode it out. It lasted awhile too, longer than she was even expecting, though the whole thing sort of took her by surprise.

"Fuck," she panted after a moment, opening her eyes again to stare up at Electro. Her expression was hard to make out. Mostly she looked exhausted.

"Oh," he moved his hand, having felt her movements against and around it. "How -- was it?" Electro asked cautiously, moving back a little. He leaned against the cushions.

"Hmm...? It was okay, I suppose." Bobbi raised an eyebrow, apparently not too tired to tease him a little. She reached for his hand, slipping her fingers between his as she leisurely stretched out on the sofa. "What about for you?"

"It was great," he said sincerely, leaning back further and squeezing her hand. "But I could probably get better with more practice."

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