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Sixteen-year-old Wordgirl sat on the metal table of Tobey’s laboratory, dressed in nothing but a hospital gown, kicking her legs back and forth jadedly. She was still a little annoyed, from the last experiment, where they tested how her anger levels affected her super-strength.
On the other hand, Wordgirl’s assistant seemed incredibly worried, murmuring to himself while anxiously scribbling words onto whatever papers were attached to his clipboard.
It had been four years since Tobey had lost romantic interest in Wordgirl, his manic desire to destroy the city with giant robots fading with it. So it was only natural, that when Huggy decided to retire six months ago, the bored and under-challenged genius take his place as her sidekick.
He never helped her fight. No. The boy was still loyal enough to the villains not to battle them. But, he happily built machines to minimize property damage and help keep her safe. Oh, and he ran these tests. These long, boring tests.
“So, what’s the deal?” Wordgirl frowned. “Why are you so worked up?”
He looked up from his work, a light blush dusting his cheeks. “Nothing, nothing. Just this troublesome… theory.”
“What theory?”
“It’s really not anything special, but we will need to test its basis… soon. I’m not sure how much you’ll like it.”
“Tell me.” She cocked her head. It’s not like there were too many other things for her to do.
He sighed, holding the clipboard close to his chest. “So… remember how I told you that your powers are heightened by an adrenaline-like hormone?”
“Yeah?”
“Well, that’s why your abilities are sharper when you’re angry and when you’re scared. But uh…”
“But what?” She crossed her arms.
“They are improved in- in different ways.”
“Yeah, I know. I’m stronger when I’m angry and I’m faster when I’m scared. Why’s this important?”
“You know… sense the effects differ, it means we have to test the… the uh other- um... other one.” He waved his hands frantically, walking over to her. “For scientific purposes, of course!”
Wordgirl raised an eyebrow. “What other one?”
“The, uh…” He nervously adjusted his glasses. “The other alien-adrenalin… incitation.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She shook her head.
“You know…” Tobey’s eye twitched, and he lowered his voice to something close to a whisper. “...Sexual stimulation.”
Wordgirl stared at him in surprise. Tobey wanted her to get aroused in his laboratory so he could see the effect it had on her powers? Was he crazy? “Hang on a second, are you suggesting I touch myself in front of you?”
“No, of course not,” he said.
“Okay good, because that-”
“I think would be best if I do it.”
Wordgirl choked. “WHAT?”
“We need consistency in this. If you focus your energy on pleasuring yourself, that poses a viability problem with the data. You may very well be applying less pressure to the sensor.” He smoothly took one of her hands in his, palm turned up to the ceiling, and placed the small circular sensing device inside.
Wordgirl gazed at him, sparks of annoyance and embarrassment crossing her mind, but a small part of her was a little... excited by the prospect.
Tobey was no beauty in the strict sense of the word, but he was a very cute boy all the same. His emerald eyes and soft features were framed by blonde curly hair which he frequently tried to comb back with, little to no avail. Still, he tried to stay professional, even when he was unendingly busy, essentially working as the city's second babysitter. The genius perpetually wore academic outfits, even in the peak of summer. Not to mention the way he clung to the vestiges of his English accent like it was an intrinsic part of him.
If any villainous behavior remained, it was his distaste for unintelligence. He had almost no tolerance for incompetence. Choosing to avoid most people in favor of robots. And although he wasn't as rude as he used to be, he'd certainly never had a girlfriend. Wordgirl was skeptical of whether or not he actually knew how to pleasure her properly.
She crossed her arms, “And this has nothing to do with bragging rights? How do I know you aren't going to run around boasting about how you fingered Fair-city's superheroine?”
For a second, he closed his eyes with a soft smile, humming in contentment. “Wordgirl, we are both mature here. It would be positively unscientific to let my old habits get in the way.”
“Alright,” She lay back on the metal table, gadget in her hands, frown on her face. “You might find it harder than you thought, Tobey.”
Tobey gently spread Wordgirl’s legs, letting cold fingers creep up her thigh. “You really must understand, that this experiment is reliant on you’re sexual desire acting separately from your anger.” He rubbed around her clit. "In other words, don’t resent me for this.”
Wordgirl tensed up at his delicate fondling, sending pulses of pleasure through her almost instantly; a quiet whimper escaped her lips.
Tobey pulled away. “I apologize, did that hurt you?”
“No, sorry.” She shook her head, a little embarrassed. “You just- I didn’t expect you to get the hang of it so quickly. It felt… alright, I guess.”
He nodded, slipping his hand back under the hospital gown to caress what was, annoyingly more wet than it had been a second ago.
Wordgirl swallowed hard.
Tobey touched her differently than she’d grown used to with her own hands. Every flick of the finger and brush of his palm was calculated as if he were trying to keep as many variables consistent as possible. She gripped the gadget he’d handed her, trying to ignore just how good it felt. “So, should we t- Ah..." Wordgirl gasped as a buzz of pleasure coursed through her. “T-talk?”
“That won’t be necessary.” He frowned, touching her with almost mechanical precision. “Just focus on your abilities.”
Wordgirl rocked her hips impatiently. “Go faster.” She panted, soft moans were scarcely audible behind her breath. “Faster.”
Tobey tsked. “It’s imperative to the study that I keep a steady pace.”
Despite his indifferent tone, Wordgirl could see the erection slowly becoming visible against his trousers. She smirked, typical Tobey. “Ngh, y-yes.” She moaned teasingly.
He averted his flustered gaze, leaving Wordgirl eager to continue. “I- I- like…that.”
“Wordgirl.” He frowned. “Could you quiet down, I’m trying to concentrate.”
She bit her lip. “T-tobey. You- you’re doing so…” A genuinely involuntary moan graced her lips as the nervous boy genius stroked her a bit more hastily than he meant. “Good, just like that.”
He huffed in annoyance, subconsciously rubbing his knees together, as somatic instincts desperately left him longing for stimulation.
Wordgirl clutched the measurement device, wishing Tobey would look back at her. She had an odd desire to gaze into his eyes, pleasure ringing across her body, echoing heavier and heavier, until-
The gadget in her hand buzzed with a high ring.
“Oh, how pleasant.” Tobey sighed in relief. “See? That wasn't terrible. You didn't even have to orgasm. I just needed the same amount of pressure applied as the last strength test.” He pulled his hand away, hot and syrupy.
“Wait,” Wordgirl whimpered, grabbing his wrist. “You- you can’t just edge me.”
Tobey raised an eyebrow. “If you would like to finish what I started, feel free. Meanwhile, this-”
“No, I want to see you.” She pushed him onto the table beside her.
Flustered and surprised, Tobey tried to stand back up. “T-this is highly improper, I-”
Wordgirl sat in his lap, rocking back and forth. “You’re not a robot, Tobey. Sometimes you just have to listen to the… less proper side of things.”
“I much rather listen to… to...” Tobey panted as she pulled down his trousers, leaving only his boxers, like a thin veil concealing him from Wordgirl’s bare skin.
She swayed on top of him, again feeling the pleasure start to build up. “Don’t you like this?”
He cursed under his breath. “I don’t… need-” Tobey groaned as Wordgirl slowly removed his shorts and hovered over him. She brushed against his tip. “Dear god.” He murmured in anxious pleasure.
Wordgirl smirked, sinking a bit further down. “You were saying?”
Tobey, who was very unused to amorousity of such a high degree involuntarily jerked his hips towards her, desperate to be further inside.
She tsked, moving up to maintain the same position. “I don't think so.” She teased in a singsong voice. “Not unless you really need this.”
“W-wordgirl,” He frowned, trying to compose himself. “I don’t think this is a very good idea.”
She sunk a bit lower, watching Tobey’s frame quiver with unstable pants. “Why not?”
He chewed his lower lip, trying to prevent a moan from slipping from his tongue. “Remember who I am? What I’ve done? I’m doing all I can do to help you Wordgirl, but it was that stupid crush that motivated my schemes back when we-”
Wordgirl broke his worried deliverance with a kiss. “It’s been a while, Tobey. You’ve changed.”
“W-what if I-”
“What if this, what if that.” She countered, legs trembling as she moved slightly closer, earning a quiet whimper from the engineer. “Come on pretty boy, just let me feel good.”
Tobey reached up a hand and fondled her neck. “Then, please start slow, my dear.” He murmured. “And I apologize for my inexperience.”
She gently sank onto the genius, watching his green eyes flicker in ecstasy, his lips parting with a moan.
“Ahh...” Wordgirl rocked leisurely. “What do you like, McCallister?”
“W-what?”
She leaned down, a few inches from his face. “You want me to be gentle? Whisper sweet nothings into your ear?”
“I think that’s my job, Honeydew.” He murmured, voice rich with desire. “You’re doing perfectly already.”
She shivered in delight, moving a bit faster. “Am I now?”
“Mgh… you- do everything right.” He moaned.
The pleasure coursed through her, leaving her fingers crackling with cherry red electricity. Huh. That was new.
Tobey took her hand in his, gasping in sensual delectation as well as a scientific curiosity. “It- f-feels…” He trembled, as another spark, almost like a solar flare, crackled from her hands and to his; harmlessly, but not without any effect. “I… Ah- I presume… this is an- an- aphrodisiac.” Tobey struggled to verbalize his observations, biting back prurience.
Wordgirl moved faster. Pleasure jolting through her and materializing as a soft static buzz, sparkling brighter every time Tobey hit her deepest points.
She ran her fingers through the engineer's golden curls, watching as he gazed at her in pure amorous wonder, a pink glow reflecting off his glasses. Tobey's eyes widened, freckle-dotted cheeks hot with flush. “Dear love.” he gasped, releasing with a shiver. “Dear poetry.”
That tipped her over the edge. Wordgirl gripped at the boy's shirt. “T-Tobey ah ahhh ah.” She moaned; unadulterated orgasmic pleasure reverberating through her, bathing them in a ruby-red lunar halo, bright and intoxicating.
After catching her breath, Wordgirl floated off of him, hovering a few feet in the air. Cum dripping down her legs.
Tobey smiled tiredly for a moment, shoulders rising and falling with each breath. And then he blinked himself back into reality. “By Jove, I’m- I’m-” He hastily pulled up his trousers, grabbed the device and clipboard, and hurried back to his work. “I’m behind schedule, and now it would really only be proper for me to take a shower first and foremost. But, some sort of report has to be written on that red electricity stuff. Oh, I have so many things to do before-”
Wordgirl cleared her throat.
Tobey turned around. “Right!” he raced back to her and ran his fingers fondly along her jawline. She giggled at the earnest grin that crossed his face. “My dear, you are truly breathtaking. I never understood the appeal of such sensual matters before today. But yes. Yes! I quite enjoyed that. I quite enjoy you, Wordgirl.”
She smiled, tugging on his sweater vest. “Please... call me Becky.”
For a second, Tobey looked like everything going through his mind would overwhelm him completely. “You- Becky… Becky Botsford!” He laughed with child-like wonder and kissed the tip of her nose. “I am extraordinarily busy, but we will discuss this later, Becky.” He hurried out, voice echoing down the halls. “Maybe over ice cream!”