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They were deposited into their room none-too-gently. Couldn't anyone read the word "Fragile" anymore? Brain pushed open the bottom of the box, since they'd flipped midair when the impatient bellboy had just chucked them inside. He scowled, already irritated with Hawaii in general. Maui, to be more specific.

He looked around, his irritation assuaged somewhat by the decor. Much better than expected, with a bed big enough to get lost in. He had little doubt that by morning Pinky would accomplish that well enough. "Come, Pinky, we're a bit behind schedule now. We don't have time to unpack if you wish to attend a luau tonight." And he was ravenous, so they either needed to leave now or order room service.

Pinky popped out of the box, eager to explore their room. His energy restored from his nap on the plane. "Zounds, Brain! It's so big!" He restrained himself from darting about, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he looked to the door. "Alright, Brain, I'm ready!"

"I'm thrilled for you," he deadpanned, glaring at his stomach when it made an embarrassing noise. Next time, they were bringing more food pellets along and Pinky was going to be forbidden from putting any of them up his nose. Ugh.

"Oh, your tummy's making grumpy-growly noises just like you, Brain." Pinky cooed, going up to him and leaning down to pat his stomach. "Don't worry, we'll feed you," he reassured it, then took Brain's hand. "Let's go, Brain- oh wait... how do we find a loo-wow?"

"Pinky, it's a Saturday night in Maui. There will more than likely be one for hotel guests just outside." He didn't entwine their fingers, a little uncertain about hand-holding in public, but he didn't tug his hand away either. "Now come along." He led Pinky out of the room, giving a mutter about bell boys not being trained to close doors.

Pinky gave their hands a squeeze in place of interlacing their fingers, happy to be holding Brain's hand in public just like a real couple. Oh, wait, they were a real couple! Even better! As they arrived in the back garden of the hotel, Pinky awed at the torches and brightly colored flowers that decorated the area. Music and wonderful smells came from a stage not too far off, other hotel guests headed over to the tables set up around it. "Poit. Is that it over there, Brain?"

"Yes, it is." Brain made his way towards the tables, lured by the scent of food. "We'll try and get a table in front, Pinky, so you can best see the stage. With your penchant for ballet, the traditional hula should interest you."

"Naaaaarf." Pinky looked up as they drew closer, one of the hosts at the entrance bent down to drape leis over the mice. "Look, Brain! Flowers!" he giggled, waving his garland in the air as they slipped past the other guests to a table a decent distance from the stage. A man was juggling flaming torches at the moment. Pinky couldn't believe he wasn't burning his hands. Or dropping them.

"They're called leis, Pinky. It's a symbol of affection." The two mice scurried up the table leg, perching directly on the table itself since there was so much going on. Brain was a little irritated at what he sensed would be very lackadaisical service, but there was already food on the table.

Looking at his lei, Pinky smiled and placed it on Brain's head. The spinning fire was quick to recapture his attention though, and he watched enthralled. "Egad, he must be magic, Brain," he deduced, when a fifth torch was tossed at him and he effortlessly added it to his cycle. "A fire fairy."

"Just... exceedingly talented. He's more than likely been practicing that most of his life." Touched, Brain's attention was more on the lei than on the performer. He couldn't help but remove his own and place it over Pinky's head, though the gesture left him blushing and feeling a little foolish for copying. He picked up the little appetizer plate and carried it off to give himself some distance and get himself some food. He loaded it with enough cheese for both of them and then odds and ends for them both to try. There was little reason in coming to this if they weren't going to sample traditional cuisine.

Pinky beamed at the lei, turned to tell Brain thanks and give him a hug, but his husband had already left for the food. So he placed his hands over his cheeks and sighed dreamily, then hugged himself. They were so in love, it made him feel like bursting with joy. When Brain brought the plate back, Pinky observed all the different types of food. He started with a piece of cheese, simply because that was the best way to start and end any meal, then tried this very interesting bread. He'd never seen any that was purple before! Surely Hawaii was a magical land.

Brain seated himself beside Pinky, draping a napkin over both of their laps before picking up a piece of cheese. It was smoky, but left behind an unexpected sweetness. He had no idea what it was, and would've questioned his husband were he not too hungry to care at the moment. He selected a piece of something undefinable, nibbled at it cautiously. "Mm. Is it what you expected, Pinky?"

"I expected it to taste like something purple. Like an orange." Pinky replied. Though he did enjoy the sweet flavor of the bread.

"A plum is purple. An orange is orange." Applause rang out for the fire dancer, Brain's only thought that he'd better not have given his companion any dangerous ideas as he trotted off stage. "But I was referring to the entire luau."

Pinky's eyes lit up in understanding. "Oh! Troz. Yes, Brain, it's so lovely! Dinner and a show, just like I thought." He'd just picked up another bit of food when a new group stepped onto the stage. Several women dressed in grass skirts and wrap tops lined up. As the music began anew, their hips rolled and they began to dance in a lovely wave-like form. Pinky's jaw dropped, they all matched perfectly, their rhythm didn't falter once. Foregoing the food in favor of watching, Pinky wiggled along with the music and clasped his hands together.

Brain continued to eat, paying far more attention to Pinky than he was the dancers on stage. He found so much enjoyment in the simplest of things. If only for the wide-eyed joyful expression on his lover's face, Brain was glad he'd given in to this honeymoon idea. Though the fancifulness of the thought embarrassed him, had him looking away. "That's hula," he announced quietly.

"Hula," Pinky repeated so he wouldn't forget, and turned his head to see if Brain was enjoying the performance too. It surprised him to find that he had his gaze averted. "Brain, you're missing the best part." He reached out to take his hand, lacing their fingers together this time.

Brain looked at their hands, slowly tilting his gaze up until he met Pinky's. "Hardly," he murmured, giving his hand a squeeze.

The butterflies in his belly understood faster than he did. When he did, Pinky's eyes widened and he found he couldn't look away either, not even for the wonderful dancing. His face warmed under Brain's gaze, and his lips turned up in a smile that spread across his cheeks. "Brain..." Oh, but Brain shouldn't be watching him, he could watch him whenever he wanted. It wasn't everyday they saw hula dancers or fire fairies. Pinky glanced towards the stage, not turning his head, then quickly looked back to Brain to see what held his gaze.

"Watch the dancers, Pinky. I rather like your enjoyment in them." He spared them a brief look. "They're rather talented." Though it was exceedingly gratifying that he could capture Pinky's attention back so easily.

Pinky squirmed and placed his free hand to his cheek, not quite sure why he felt embarrassed. But it fled as he watched the hula dancers again, though the blush didn't fade completely, with him being aware of Brain's gaze the entire time. While pleased to be the subject of his husband's attention, he still wanted to share in the loveliness of the dance. Perhaps he could show him what he missed later! He could make a skirt out of grass, and he'd caught Brain staring at his hips several times whenever he danced around in the lab. He could do this dance too.

Brain split his attention between Pinky, the dancers, and their surroundings. Admittedly, the majority of it was on Pinky, but it was their honeymoon. As he'd told him and their daughter, it was their time to experience marital bliss without everyday pressures. A vacation. It was a little odd, as he was used to their trips having some sort of work component to them. He supposed he could ease that by creating a schedule for the week. With Pinky's impulsiveness, it wouldn't likely be followed exactly, but wasn't that how their plans normally went? Absently, he began rubbing his thumb in little circles over the back of Pinky's hand.

The dance finished, but Pinky was reluctant to pull his hand away to clap. Still, it would be rude not to, so he applauded quickly then grabbed hold of Brain's hand again and leaned into his side. "It was so lovely, Brain! Narf! But don't worry, I'll show you what you missed later." He gave their joined hands a pat, as if to reassure him.

Brain lifted a brow. Just how did Pinky plan on... Ah. "Such a relief," he muttered, though he took his gaze over his husband. That could prove to be very interesting. A week alone with Pinky suddenly seemed a little short.

Pinky nodded, an eager smile lighting up his face. "I just need to make a costume! But you know, Brain, skirts made from grass don't seem very practical."

"They're traditional, Pinky. This type of dancing has been going on long before Western culture located and began to influence these islands." And, really, he needed to get his mind out of the gutter. It may have been a honeymoon, but that was no reason for so many of his thoughts to revolve around one thing. He would make his schedule and only allow those thoughts during specific times.

Oh, well, he'd definitely have to wear the grass skirt if it was tradition! Pinky grabbed another piece of the purple bread and two more bits of cheese since he'd been too distracted to eat while watching the dance. His tummy reminded him it was hungry. "Are we going to go back to our room after this, Brain?"

"Yes. We need to get our room organized if we're going to be here a week. There will probably be more dancing and music for the next little bit." Brain reached out, patting Pinky's stomach when it rumbled. "Don't eat too much, or you'll make yourself sick. Again."

"'Kay!" Pinky agreed before munching on the cheese. "Oh, good, more dancing! Snork!" Another group of dancers in grass skirts came onto the stage, but this type of dance picked up the tempo from the previous. Their hips moved so fast! And so did their arms... Pinky wasn't sure if he could do that. He'd probably wiggle himself right down to the ground. "They're so very good at it, Brain."

"Yes, but speed provides an advantage the slower dancing of before didn't." He gestured to one of the dancers. She was a little out of time, not obvious unless one focused. "That one's out of step. Had one of the others been even that little bit off, it would have been glaringly obvious." He gave a small nod. "It makes the slower style far more impressive."

Oh, wow, he'd have never noticed that. "Zounds, Brain!" Pinky laced his fingers together and let them rest aside his cheek as he gazed admiringly at Brain. Even though Pinky was the one to engage in dancing more often than not, the shorter mouse did have some plans that utilized different styles of dance and was well-versed in most areas. He adored when he talked about it, dance was something Pinky could at least grasp and follow when Brain started using his big silly-willy words. "I'll make sure to dance the slow one for you then. Poit."

"Thank you, Pinky. I... look forward to it." Out of the gutter, he instructed himself. Out. Though even when he thought of it in other ways, his mind reverted back. He'd just have to have other things to occupy his attention when Pinky showed him later. "You do pick up on physical activities with relative ease."

Pinky leaned against him, resting his head on his shoulder. "Only when they're fun-fun silly-willy!" he giggled, cuddling up to Brain for the remainder of the performance. "Narf." Reaching up, he toyed with Brain's ear as the dance act shifted yet again. Honeymoons were wonderful, and they'd barely begun theirs, they were getting to be all couplely.

It was odd just sitting there enjoying a meal and a show. This wasn't part of a ruse for a plan, it wasn't something he'd necessarily been dragged to, and he supposed that the various performances were enjoyable in a bohemian way. His ear twitched at the attention, gaze drifting to Pinky yet again. He was really the only thing he had available to focus on, and he was very unused to not having to ponder more than one thing at a time. Feeling a bit antsy, he allowed himself to lean against his husband and seek out some sort of comfort.

Giggling as his ear twitched, Pinky continued to stroke it. He hummed softly, wrapping his other arm around Brain's waist to keep him close. "Love you, Brain." Punctuating the sentiment with a gentle nuzzle, he pulled back only a little to watch the stage again while keeping his hands on his lover.

Uncomfortable with putting his arm all the way around Pinky's waist, but feeling that the declaration deserved some sort of acknowledgment, Brain let his hand rest at the small of Pinky's back. He left it there throughout the rest of the performances, getting up only twice for juice since it took two trips to carry the shot glasses but they'd been the smallest cups he'd been able to find for them. From now on, they'd be carrying their thimbles along.

Pinky adored the juice. The sweet pineapple flavor was a real treat. So far he was liking what Hawaii had to offer in terms of refreshment, but then again, Pinky could find anything appetizing just about anywhere. But in Hawaii's defense, these were especially yummy. There were also plenty of these really tasty nuts. Macarena nuts, is what he'd heard. He offered some to Brain from the decent sized pile he'd accumulated. "The macarena nuts are really yummy, Brain. Here!" As he munched on one, a thought occurred to him. "You know, these would taste really good in cookies. Somebody should do that." With white chocolate, oooh! He was brilliant.

"The macarena is a very bad dance, Pinky. Macadamia, however, are nuts." He took one and bit in, chewing thoughtfully. "They already are in cookies. You've had them before."

With a gasp, Pinky almost choked on his nut, but pounding his fist on his chest prevented that. "How did they know?" Mind reading gremlins from the future. It must be. "Well, so much for copyright protection!"

Vaguely amused, Brain gave him a pat. "Once we rule the world, I'll make sure your ideas get the credit they deserve." Assuming Pinky ever came up with a worthwhile idea.

"Really? Oh, thank you, Brain! Narf!" He had to clear his throat, all scratchy from the little bits of nut, then swallowed a big gulp of the pineapple juice. Much better. "You know, it's just like that time with the bendy straws. They said it couldn't be done, 'straws bending, woooooo', but I proved them wrong!" Pinky nodded seriously, or it would've been serious out of context. He paused mid-nod to scratch his head. "Or was that Joseph Friedman? Oh, can't remember." It took too much effort to think, so he rested against Brain again, observing their shadow from the light of the torches around their table. It was like two shadows in one.

Brain followed his gaze, blushing slightly. There wasn't any space between their shadows... He imagined anyone looking their way would know immediately that they were in a relationship, and that seemed a bit too personal for his liking. He should've pulled away, but he couldn't quite make himself do so. They were on their honeymoon. Such an image was expected. He gave a small nod, comforted by that thought. In context, the contact was enjoyable and the nuzzle he gave Pinky happened easily.

A happy little sound left him as he nuzzled back. "Our shadows are in love too, Brain," he said quietly, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

Shadows couldn't be in love, but Brain was blushing too much to say so. Even on a honeymoon, a kiss of any kind in public was a bit too intimate. He cleared his throat, reaching for his juice so he could have an excuse to move away. But he didn't want to upset Pinky with the distance, so quickly thought of a way to agree with his foolish sentiment. "Shadows are an extension of those that they're attached to. So, in a way, yes."

Pleased that Brain agreed with his observation, Pinky gazed at him as he drank for a moment before turning his attention back to the stage. It seemed like things were wrapping up. Some couples got up to head towards the hotel or to a garden path while the last of the dancers finished their routine. Pinky grabbed onto his toes and watched the finale with rapt attention. "Look, Brain, it's the best part."

Finales generally were. It was common knowledge that people tended to remember beginnings and endings more than anything else, using their memories of those two points in order to cement their opinions as a whole. Rather than explain that while Pinky watched in awe, Brain quietly finished his drink and set the glass aside. He'd ignored his own advice and had perhaps eaten a little more than he should've, so gave his stomach an absent rub. Perhaps they'd take a walk before they went to their room.

His heart was filled with happy flutters as the show ended. He applauded enthusiastically as they bowed off the stage. "Egad, Brain, they were all so lovely!" Pinky exclaimed as he turned to beam at his husband, noticing the way his hand rested across his stomach. "Poit. Oh, does your tummy hurt, Brain?" He slid over to him and placed his own hand atop Brain's to join in the rubbing. His favorite part about tummy aches, because there should always be a favorite part to everything, was when he'd get a nice belly rub and a fizzy drink. But the belly rub mostly.

"It's nothing a short walk won't fix, Pinky." A small butterfly bomb had gone off at Pinky's touch, so Brain frowned up at him and tried unsuccessfully to keep the color from invading his face. "I'm fine."

"But tummy rubs are nice, Brain." He defended, moving his thumb in small circles as the rest of his hand stilled for the time being. "I want you to feel nice."

"I know you do." But he took a step back, taking Pinky's hand in both of his to make sure he would stop. "Perhaps you can continue later if I'm still in need of one. For now, we'll take a stroll through the gardens and you can locate grass for your skirt."

Pinky readily agreed to that. If he could make him feel better later, in private, they could do some of those sleeping but not things that they enjoyed so much. That would surely make Brain feel nice. But first the dancing. His fingers curled around Brain's wrist. To walk hand in hand in a tropical garden on their honeymoon, it was like something out of a fairytale. Or a travel brochure.

Brain freed one of his hands, reaching up to give Pinky's cheek a pat before turning away. They leapt from the table together, going from table to chair to ground with practiced ease. One thing neither of them could've afforded was a fear of heights. "Don't go running off," he warned.

"'Kay!" Pinky nodded obediently, cupping Brain's hand in both of his before letting go with one. A path lit by tiki torches and lanterns wound through the garden, eventually leading back to the lounge of the hotel. The taller mouse led his husband over to it, refraining from skipping or any other excessively jovial whirls. It was best not to jostle Brain too much if his stomach hurt and he didn't want to let go of his hand until it was time to pick the grass for his skirt.

Brain supposed it was nice enough in a contrived sort of way. Being a rather popular honeymoon destination, he knew very well that it was to the hotel owner's advantage to create as romantic an ambiance as possible. Though each time he attempted to inform Pinky of just that, Brain found himself a bit distracted by how well the designed atmosphere worked. He didn't know whether he should be annoyed by how easily he fell prey to emotional manipulation or enjoy the pleasant warmth the manipulation embedded within him. So he remained quiet and snuck glances Pinky's way to observe the glisten of his fur in the firelight, the shimmer of his eyes when he'd look down and smile.

When he wasn't distracted by the pretty color of the fire against the flowers, Pinky was stealing glances at Brain as well. It started out as mimicry, feeling all flippy-floppy inside when he'd catch the way Brain's gaze roved over him and wanting to return the favor. His attempts at being sneaky failed several times, but in those instances he just smiled because he simply couldn't help it. Brain made him really happy and he didn't even have to do anything. In an effort to convey it to him, Pinky bent over and rubbed their noses together the next time their eyes met. Shyly giggling, he spun away to the edge of the path. The grass wasn't going to collect itself!

Brain released his hand so he could gather grass, lifting his own up to his nose and glancing about to make sure no one could possibly be paying attention. "Pinky, once you're finished, we'll head back to our room."

"'Kay!" Pinky shimmied playfully, looking at Brain over his shoulder while cradling some strands of grass to his chest. It didn't take long before he was certain he had enough, he kept a very trim figure. Turning around to face Brain, he shimmied again and twirled over to him.

Blushing courtesy of the playful movements, Brain clasped his hands behind his back and turned to stroll away. "Yes, well... Come, Pinky."

"Right, Brain! Zort!" He chirped as he skipped after him, wary of dropping the grass along the way. They made it to their room without incident, luckily enough guests were at this hotel that they didn't have any issues with the buttons to the elevator. Once inside, Pinky pranced about on his tip-toes towards the doors that led out to balcony. It would be nice to have a view while he worked on his skirt.

Brain climbed back into the cardboard box to retrieve his laptop, glad that he'd given in and gotten one of the incredibly small ones despite its low memory capacity. He'd been able to increase its memory anyway with a few... minor and possibly illegal modifications. He pushed it out, dragging it behind him to join Pinky on the balcony.

Hunger appeased, he recalled that they hadn't sent a message back to the lab to inform the girls that they'd landed and were settled. Knowing his sister's doting tendencies and his daughter's manipulative ones, she was more than likely using this lack of assurance to get out of her bedtime. He managed to get up to the chair, pulling the small laptop up with a string, and then to the table.

With a glance Pinky's way to make sure he was settling in nicely - though, really, when didn't he? - Brain got to work.

Pinky grinned at Brain and waved when he made his way onto the table, however unnecessary the gesture was. His fingers deftly weaved together the individual strands, since he had no other method of sewing blades of grass. Occasionally he'd pause and hold it up to his waist to see how it fit, then made adjustments accordingly. It took a little longer than he expected. For considerable lapses of time he found himself watching Brain, eyes going half-lidded and dreamy until he leaned too far forward and fell on his face. After the third time, he resolved to not look up from his skirt. His nose was starting to suffer.

A response to his email just minutes after he'd sent it confirmed his suspicions - Cici was certainly awake, so he sent back a response scolding them both, rolled his eyes at the next reply, and resigned himself to having to readjust his plans when they returned so he could get the child back on schedule. Bedtimes were important things. "Pinky, is there anything in particular you'd like to send to Cici and Brie? They've both asked about you." Emphatically in this latest message. His schedule for the week had hardly even been started because of them.

"Sister dear and baby snow mouse! Oh, yes, Brain!" Pinky sprang up, skirt left to drift to the tabletop as he bounded over. "Tell them I miss them very much and we're having a lovely time. Narf. Oh! And that I love them and goodnight! You have to put that I say goodnight, Brain!" Even if he couldn't be there to say so, it was still important to let them know.

Brain typed the message with ease, hesitated a moment, and went back to input the "narf." It was in all of Pinky's letters, after all. "Perhaps tomorrow you can pick out a postcard to send them."

"Oh, that would be lovely! I'm sure they'd like that," Pinky agreed, clapping his paws together. They could see a part of Hawaii and it would almost be like they were there with them. He placed his hands over his heart and looked up at the sky. "We haven't gone away for more than a night in a long time, Brain." Babies couldn't be left alone, after all, and even if she wasn't a baby anymore, Pinky didn't like the idea of Cici on her own. Even if she was just in the lab. He was so grateful to sister dear for being there for her, he didn't want her to think they'd left her forever like her other parents.

"I know, Pinky." And, much to his chagrin, many of the nights they were only gone for a few hours. Having her had reigned in so many of his plots, travel and available time restricted. Still, he did... tolerate the girl enough that he didn't regret the decision to keep her. He thought again of his decision to take her traveling and nodded to himself. "We'll take her along when we next travel somewhere. If she intends to be my successor once we take over the world, she needs to see some of it."

"Really, Brain?" Pinky threw his arms around his husband. "Oh, she'll love that! We can take her sightseeing and I can teach her about all different kinds of cheeses!" That was something he could do, something she didn't already know. He loved that his daughter was such a smarty, but he still wanted to be able to teach her some things, just like Brain could.

Brain's response was a wheeze, the hug lung-crushing. He pushed away until he could breathe again, scowling. "It won't be all about sightseeing, Pinky, though I suppose we'll have to carve out some time for that. Should we go abroad, it will be for a plan as it normally is."

"But don't you say it's too dangerous for her to come with us for the plans?" Pinky tilted his head, clasping his hands behind his back.

"Yes, which is why we'll have to bring Brie along as well, assuming she's agreeable, so she can take care of Cici while we're working." He moved away to send the message. "I suppose you'll be able to teach them both about cheeses." He knew his sister would be agreeable to that. She knew the insipid cheese song as well as Pinky, would break into it as often as he did as well.

"Oh, can Romy come too, Brain? Then it'll be like one big, wonderful family vacation!" Pinky hugged himself, dancing back over to his forgotten skirt.

Brain grimaced at the thought of being with all of them in a traveling cage for as many hours as their flights normally took. "Perhaps," he evaded and moved back to the schedule. He'd already typed out Pinky's suggestions, inputting them in his three lists, so now it was about organizing them and locating times for them all. Snorkling seemed to intrigue him the most, particularly since he'd added "snork" to his tics, so Brain searched for a reputable company. A check of the weather and times and it became an activity for the following day. "Is your skirt nearly finished, Pinky?" Not that he was overly eager. He'd certainly waited ample enough time before posing that query.

Pinky had indeed finished, but a brilliant idea struck him. He'd create a similar ambiance to the loo-wow, not with the music and food and people that is, but the firelight! Brain's fur and eyes looked so pretty in the shimmery, dancing light, it would be a nice touch. "Just a second, Brain!" Pinky hollered before dashing inside to locate candles of some kind. He found them in the bathroom, little tea candles courtesy of the hotel. "Naaaaarf." He pushed them out to the balcony and tossed them up one by one. He'd been lucky that matches were included, otherwise he didn't know how he would've lit them. Before climbing back onto the table, Pinky adjusted the grass skirt, setting it low on his hips and gave an experimental wiggle.

Hoisting himself over the edge, he brandished the match and marched over to the candles. He struck it against the table and lit the three candles. He smiled at Brain over one of the flames, blue eyes sparkling, then blew out the match and tossed it aside Arms over his head, he rotated his hips in a slow circle. "Ready, Brain?"

Scheduling and staying out of the gutter was entirely forgotten. His eyes had widened when the first candle had made an appearance, were saucers now that they were lit. The laptop was closed with a click and pushed aside. "Yes."

Trying very hard not to giggle at Brain's expression, Pinky lowered his arms and twisted his hips to loosen up a bit. Within moments he was mimicking the hula dancers they'd seen. It helped to pretend his body was like water, rippling and waving just as theirs had done. Of course, he threw in an extra exaggerated swish of his hips and rear as he turned in a circle, smiling coyly at Brain over his shoulder. He hummed softly, a disjointed version of the songs they'd heard at dinner, but it provided a rhythm for him to follow. "Watch this time, Brain." Pinky purred as he turned in another slow circle

Beautiful. He was absolutely beautiful. Pinky always looked lovely in the candlelight, the way his body currently moved only adding to it. The coy smile had his heart tripping even while his blood began to heat and pool downward. Brain bit his lip, giving a small nod. "Yes, I..." He cleared his throat. "I'm watching, Pinky."

Pinky made a noise of approval before returning to his humming. He had Brain's complete attention, the notion made his heart skip a couple beats and his face grow warm. Taking a couple steps closer, he gradually removed the lei he still wore about his neck that Brain had given him and draped it around his husband before shimmying back a bit.

Breath catching, Brain touched the lei in an effort to keep from reaching out to do a lot more than just touch his husband. He leaned back against a decorative bowl of shells, hoping it would keep him from swaying forward. His gaze trailed down from way his blue eyes shimmered, focusing on those swishing hips instead. Those tireless, slim hips. "Mm."

Without really thinking about it, Pinky rolled his hips forward in the middle of his hula. He kept his eyes trained on Brain's face, still smiling at the reactions he was causing. Swaying from side to side, he turned, tail dancing along with him now, parting the grass skirt with each flick. It really didn't hide much at all, but that was alright because Brain seemed to enjoy it. This time he couldn't help the airy giggle as he rolled his hips again.

Quite simply entranced, Brain unconsciously spread his legs, leaning a little more heavily against the bowl. Beautiful, he thought again, a little buzz of pride flitting in. His husband was beautiful. His eyelids drifted halfway down, his pink eyes hungry and possessive.

Pinky's breath hitched and his fluid dance steps faltered. At the slight movement, his gaze was drawn to the way his legs spread. His groin throbbed and he had to force his eyes to seek out Brain's once more. If anything, the gleam made his loins burn even hotter. When his hips swayed this time, he glanced down and was surprised to find the skirt parting as his arousal increased. "Egad," he breathed, shivering as the grass brushed against it.

Brain rocked his hips, pushing them up, bracing his hands on the tabletop to better make his own arousal known. "Pinky," he murmured, voice husky, "you're beautiful." And the megalomaniac very badly wanted his hands all over him.

"Brain..." He stumbled again in his dance, quite unable to remember how the rest of it went with his head filling with such a pleasant buzz. He wanted to touch. Watching him lift his hips, oh he wanted to touch. Pinky glided closer, his cheeks rosy as he licked his lips. His hand reached out, fingertips brushing against Brain's cheek. "Naaaaaarf."

Brain reached up, capturing Pinky's hand. Just the two of them, alone for a week on their honeymoon. Eyes darkening, he made a small sound and drew one of Pinky's fingers into his mouth. He removed it again after a moment, pressing a kiss to the palm. "You can stop dancing now, Pinky."

His knees buckled as the warmth enveloped his finger, even without Brain's permission he would've been unable to keep dancing. Pinky knelt down in between his legs, leaned in to glide his tongue along Brain's neck, from the collarbone to chin.

Breath catching, Brain let his head fall back. He lifted his free hand, running it up and down Pinky's back, pressing down to try and get him closer.

Pinky kissed along his jaw, all the way up to his ear. Arching into the hand at his back, their chests pressed together. He rubbed against the softness of Brain's fur as he nibbled and licked the curve of his ear. "I missed this, Brain," he mumbled, distracted by the heat in his belly.

"Yes," he agreed, trying to get even closer. His ear gave a twitch, a hand running up the length of Pinky's tail. He wanted to touch everywhere all at once, be touched everywhere all at once. He ran his tongue over Pinky's shoulder, nipped. "I missed it too."

Tail raising, pressing back against Brain's palm, Pinky whimpered and tilted his head to lock their lips together in a hungry kiss. His hands took up the task of sliding up and down his sides, caressing his hips. He wanted to feel all of him. His tail curled around Brain's wrist, soaking up the attention.

Moaning into the kiss, the smaller mouse writhed needily beneath his lover. The leis were getting in the way, so he adjusted them with the hand not captured and managed to get them looped around both of them. Symbols of affection, indeed.

For some reason, the idea of the leis being around them both made Pinky giggle against his lips, wiggling more as he inched closer. His hands crept inward, cupping Brain's shaft between his palms. He marveled at how it pulsed, pulling away from the kiss to look down between them.

Brain gasped at the unexpected touch, giving Pinky's tail a squeeze. His hand slid down, fingers massaging until they encircled the base, while his hips arched, giving shallow thrusts into his cagemate's hands. "Pinky," he keened.

"Does it feel good, Brain?" Pinky panted, bending over a bit lower to push his tail and rear further against Brain's fingers. He watched him thrust, then gently squeezed his lover's erection before pumping in time with his hips.

He nipped at Pinky's neck, trying to settle himself down and finding himself simply incapable of it. "Yes," he breathed, dragging the fingers of his free hand down Pinky's back to squeeze his bottom, the hand on his tail carefully working its way back up.

"Naaaaaaaarf..." He tilted his head to the side, exposing more of his neck. Keeping one hand around Brain, he supported himself with the other, but didn't lose his tempo as he continued to slide up and down the slick, pink shaft. Pinky squeaked when he felt the squeeze, arching into the touch.

Taking advantage of the new angle, Brain nuzzled into the fur of his neck with nips and warm, long licks. The movement of his hips was automatic, the noises he made muffled but eager. "Pinky, I want- Go get the..." It was difficult to form coherent sentences like this, so he tugged Pinky's tail forward and pressed his thumb to his entrance. "In the travel cage still."

A startled moan escaped him, his legs unconsciously spreading until he lost his balance and fell flush against Brain. His entire body was tingling, his heart racing in a way only Brain could manage. Blue eyes dazed, he blinked at him several times before shaking his head of it. "Right, Brain... the... the uh... what is it?" He struggled to push himself back up, his hand pinned beneath his stomach still wrapped around Brain's length.

"The three in one oil, Pinky." Brain squirmed a little, resisting the urge to continue rocking his hips. He needed a minute to pull himself together. "Go and get it."

"'Kay," he breathed, leaning in to brush their lips together once more. Pinky got to his feet shakily, then bounded off for the travel cage. It felt so cold now without Brain. He shivered and his loins throbbed in protest of losing the contact, but he promised himself he'd be back. The three in one oil was easy enough to find, Brain had left it in a not so hidden hiding place. He picked it up and hurried back to the balcony. "I found it, Brain!"

Almost all the work he'd done to relax himself vanished when Pinky reappeared on the table. He was still in the skirt, the grass parting for his length. The Brain had been debating whether or not it should be removed, but now... He just wasn't going to give Pinky a chance to remove it. Dragging his teeth over his bottom lip, he reached out and decided grass skirts were going to join the growing list of things he couldn't look at without getting uncomfortably warm. "Come, Pinky." He all-but purred the words, beckoning the mouse closer.

"Right, Brain." He didn't need telling twice. Cradling the oil in his paws, he rolled his hips and shimmied his way back over to Brain. The grass teased his arousal, sending pleasurable ripples through him and he couldn't help but groan softly. Lowering his front half, he placed the three in one oil next to Brain. His blue eyes locked onto his husband's and he smiled, wiggling his bottom in the air playfully.

"Mm. Thank you." Brain didn't even give the oil a glance, spreading his legs a little wider so Pinky could better settle between them, framing his face in his hands to pull him into a greedy kiss. One of his hands slid down, encircled Pinky's tail again.

Pinky rubbed up against him, caught between the urge to cuddle and the urge to touch. The heat was back, coursing through him as his hands sought out every part of Brain he could reach. His tail lifted as he kissed back just as hungrily, their shafts sliding together. "Brain..."

Brain got the leis around them both once again, this time tugging sharply so they were pressed together as close as they could possibly get, before reaching out for the oil. He had to release his tail for a moment, rocked his hips to make up for it. He wanted to get as much contact as he could, as much heat as he could. Only Pinky did this to him, for him.

"Brain...!" He whined, grinding their hips together as his arms wound around Brain's middle. He needed him closer, wanted his hands back. Pinky buried his face in his neck, nipping and sucking at the curve where it met his shoulder.

Tilting his head to offer more access, Brain closed his eyes tightly and allowed himself to revel in the sensations. Only the promise of more contact, more heat, moved him on. Slick hands reached down to cup Pinky's lifted behind, squeezing and kneading, fingertips passing teasingly over his entrance.

His heart was pounding as he spread his legs again, shivering. Pinky muffled a whimper in the fur of Brain's shoulder, clinging tighter to his husband despite the pressure it put on their groins. "Brain, don't tease." His tail flicked up for emphasis.

He licked the curve of his ear soothingly, re-coating his fingers and pouring a bit of the oil directly onto the little pucker. Panting right into his lover's ear, Brain massaged his index finger over it until the muscles gave and he was able to press in easily. He groaned softly, hips wriggling.

"Mmm..." Blue eyes scrunched up, his ear twitching. His knees spread further apart instinctively. It felt so strange, but with it came the exciting promise of something more. Pinky's stomach flip-flopped and he pressed his arousal against Brain's.

"Relax, Pinky," Brain murmured, his own stomach tight with need. One of his hands slid to Pinky's tail, fingers curling around it to pump in mimicry of what he'd like to be doing to the pulsing length pressed to his own. Soon. Very soon. He managed to work in a second finger, thrusting and carefully stretching.

Taking deep breaths, he gradually relaxed and oh, it felt glorious. Moaning, Pinky arched his back, tail stiffening and twitching as he rocked his hips. He wanted to feel more, it just wasn't enough. He wanted Brain to fill him, to soothe the heat and need coiling in his gut. His tongue laved along Brain's neck. "Brain, please."

"Yes," he agreed, regretfully releasing Pinky's tail to loosen the leis so they could move. Removing his fingers, Brain gave him a push, wanting him to sit up rather than roll off entirely. He wanted to see those hips moving. Trembling with anticipation, aching with need, he took a hold of the oil again so he could prepare himself. "Lift up, Pinky."

Pinky looked at him with eyes half-lidded and dark, his cheeks flushed as he watched Brain slick himself up. Panting, he put his arms back for support and pushed up his hips, moaning when the grass skirt shifted and brushed his extremely sensitive shaft. He couldn't help thrusting into the air a few times, biting his lip as he met Brain's gaze. "Brain, I need you!"

Brain slid a hand beneath the skirt to grip one of Pinky's thighs and pull him down once again. He kept a firm grip on himself to remain steady, groaning as the head pressed in. When his muscles clenched automatically around the new intrusion, he had to fight the urge to thrust up. "Pinky," he moaned. "Relax now, Pinky. Keep... Yes..."

His stomach clenched and his head was spinning. Pinky brought a fist to his mouth and bit down hard as he whimpered, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. It hurt only a little, it was mostly just so overwhelming a feeling. "Brain," he hiccuped, "Egad..." The sounds Brain was making encouraged him to do as he said, gradually getting used to feeling so full. Slowly, he started to move his hips, the pleasurable burn replacing the uncomfortable one.

"Yes," he breathed, eyes dark and dazed. "Perfect, yes." His hands sought out Pinky's, clinging tightly. Hesitantly, wary of rushing this, Brain began making careful, shallow thrusts. The heat surrounding his length was overwhelming, pleasured sounds spilling from him.

Pinky laced their fingers together, lashes fluttering in an effort to stay open and fixated on Brain's. The throbbing deep inside him intensified as Brain's joined it, he opened his legs more, trying to feel as much as possible and let him in further. He rolled his hips firmly against his cagemate's, sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine, so he did it again and again. "Egad, Brain..."

"Egad," Brain echoed, the word summing up the situation perfectly. So tight, so hot, so... so everywhere. Unable to help himself, his hips quickened their pace, urging Pinky's to do the same. "Yes, that's..." He gave his hands a squeeze, breaking off on a heady moan. But then his attention was caught by his length, brushing against the swishing skirt, so he released one of Pinky's hands in order to cup the shaft, kneading it firmly.

Gasping, he tossed his head back, gripping Brain's shoulder to ground himself. Oh, Brain felt so good. He was everywhere; in him and on him. Pinky made a choked keening sound, rocking hips against Brain's faster. He couldn't decide what he wanted to feel more of, so desperately tried to have both. "Brain, Brain, ohh...!" His body tried to pull him in deeper. "Please, oh please..."

"That's it, Pinky, that's it..." His voice was breathy and broken, hips moving as quickly as he could make them go. Brain tugged Pinky forward a little, changing the angle to try and find a spot in particular. His arousal was throbbing with the need to release, leaving him clinging to the edge. In defense, he focused on moving his fingers over the slick length he held. He rubbed the pad of his thumb over the slit, biting his lip.

It was getting to be too much, Pinky just knew they were going to explode before long. He thrust in this new angle, feeling so much closer and fuller and arousal weeping freely with the brush of his thumb. Suddenly fireworks burst in his head as Brain finally found what he was looking for and Pinky cried out in ecstasy. His fingers curled tightly in Brain's fur, while the hand he held was squeezed tightly. "Brain," he sobbed, falling closer and closer to the brink each time he hit that spot. He let his head fall forward, nuzzling his husband desperately.

He cried out, the pressure surrounding him almost unbearable. He returned the nuzzles, whimpering. "Almost, dear, almost..." Brain squeezed pressure points on his shaft, dragging over that spot with every piston of his hips once he wrapped his legs around Pinky's waist, able to press somehow deeper. "Pinky...!"

"Brain...! Brain!" Wailing his name, Pinky's insides clenched as his back arched. His seed spilled out over Brain's hand as he thrust with abandon, letting his release wash over him in waves.

Brain's hips continued to move on their own, his mind shutting down entirely as his vision went white-hot. His release spilled deep within his lover, a moan of Pinky's name bursting from his lips with each jettison until he was emptied and collapsing back to the table, dazed and sated.

Pinky went down as well, with Brain still buried in him. The fur of his belly was coated in his own cum, and his insides were bathed in Brain's, but he was too exhausted to care as he cuddled. "Naaaaaarf..." he sighed, dizzy from the aftermath, his heart taking its sweet time to slow down. "Egad, Brain..."

"Yes," he agreed quietly, extracting his hand from between their bodies. "Spectacular," he mumbled, giving Pinky's ear a lazy swipe of his tongue.

Humming happily, Pinky returned the gesture. Then went on to lick his cheek before kissing it. "I love you, Brain."

Leaving the "I love you too" unsaid, the megalomaniac merely made an agreeable sound before rubbing their noses together. "Honeymoons certainly have their perks," he murmured.

Pinky nodded, practically glowing as he beamed at Brain. "Will we get to do this every night of our honeymoon, Brain? Poit."

With a well-pleasured sigh, Brain let his eyes drift half-closed. "Pinky, we don't even need to wait for the night. It's a honeymoon. We can do this whenever we like."

"Narf." Gasping quietly, his tail began to wag in earnest and he nudged Brain's chin with his nose. "Really, Brain? Oh, I really really like honeymoons now."

"I'm flattered, Pinky." Brain yawned, patting Pinky's waist lazily to try and unattach the skirt. "Lift up now. This can't be comfortable."

"I don't mind, it's like we're a puzzle! We fit together all snuggly!" Giggling, he moved his hips up regardless. His face scrunched up in a wince as Brain slipped out. It felt so empty, stretched and wet. Pinky glanced down to see white liquid dribble down his leg. He kept his tail up, wary of getting it caught up in the mess and undid the skirt from around his waist. It was covered in their seed too, he'd have to make a new one. "That better, Brain?" he asked, tossing it aside.

"Yes." Not enjoying the sudden chill, Brain let his ears flatten and pulled Pinky back atop him. One of his hands slipped down, grasping his tail to help keep it lifted, and decided that it was alright to enjoy the sight of him like this as long as he kept it to himself. It was... unsanitary but so very gratifying. "But we're going to need a bath soon."

Pinky laughed and kissed the tip of Brain's nose. "Yes, we're all sticky and happy!" Because he was, despite his need for a bath, deliriously happy. And baths held the possibility for more happy things.

"Quite. But you are often both of those things." Sighing, Brain stretched and gave him a fond nuzzle. It was easier to give affection after these activities than it normally was for him, so he stroked Pinky's tail and let his eyes close, enjoying the warmth.

Humming with contentment, Pinky nuzzled back. "But this is a different kind of happy! And sticky... poit." He glanced back for a moment before shaking his head and resting it against Brain's. "This is the kind of special happy I only feel with you, Brain."

Turning his head, he rubbed his nose against Pinky's cheek. It was odd, the way certain things made his heart stir only because it was Pinky who said them. He was incredibly, impossibly sincere. "Yes," he murmured, "I know what you mean."

"I make you happy too, Brain?" By nature, Brain was very grumpy-growly, so Pinky always paid special attention to the things that made his lover smile. The thought of being one of those things, on par with the world, made his heart feel like a big, red balloon all floaty and flighty. He moved so their noses were pressed together, smiling even if Brain couldn't see it. He was so cute when he was sleepy. Pinky kissed both closed eyelids, then bumped their noses back.

"Pinky... There isn't anyone on this world capable of eliciting the... feelings you elicit." Brain let his eyes flutter open, reaching his non-sticky hand up to pat his husband's cheek. On his part, sincerity took a bit of work. But there were times when Pinky deserved the effort. "We wouldn't be married otherwise."

"Naaaaaaarf," he purred, blue eyes slipping shut as he nuzzled his hand. "I'm so very glad we're married. It means we get to be husbands and that's just lovely." Something about having and being a husband was very wonderful in Pinky's opinion, he just couldn't find a way to describe it. That was the trouble with being stupid sometimes. But he supposed as long as he felt it, that was what counted.

"I'm..." He stroked his husband's cheek, trailing off. His system had settled, mind working at its usual pace, and the simple affection became more difficult. "Yes. Agreed."

Pinky opened his eyes and just looked at him for a moment or two, before starting to fidget. "I think it's bath time now," he whispered as if it was a secret, then giggled to himself. Carefully sitting up, he stretched his arms over his head to work out any kinks. The movement made him aware of a dull pain in his backside. He shakily got to his feet, then offered his hand to Brain.

Taking the offering, Brain got to his feet and just stayed where he was a moment, trying to steady himself. Recuperation was always a minor issue with these activities, but they always had plenty of time since they were always entirely alone when they engaged in them. There were too many tales floating about on the internet of children walking in on their parents for Brain to ever attempt anything with their daughter within even fifty feet of the lab.


Most of our chapters are going to be about this long

And yay! The love things begin, lol