You guys…
Thanks for the reviews.
I wrote another chapter…
That wasn't the plan, hehehe.
But I've gotta admit, it's nice to just write some meaningless fluff next to my other story, which sometimes cost me a lot of energy to write, with all the drama and a storyline to follow, etcetera.
This is different.
This is just… I dunno, using my imagination without worrying about details and stuff.
It's refreshing.
And I looooove to climb into Vinnie's head.
Anyway, I've decided to upload it, in case I can make you guys happy with it.
Maybe, just maybe, there will be more chapters in the future, not sure yet.
And uhm… sorry for any possible grammar and spelling errors.
Did the best I could, but as many as you know; English ain't my first language.
And English is a bitch to learn.
Later dudes!
They'd kissed.
They had actually… kissed.
He could still taste her sweet lips against his, the taste of flowers and apples with a hint of cinnamon.
He could still feel her warm body against his.
Her heart fluttering under that soft skin.
Her scent, grease with a hint of flowers…
What did she have with flowers, anyway?
Nothing.
Well, not that he knew of.
But hey...
He could only be grateful it were flowers, and no cheese.
That would be very inconvenient.
He hated cheese.
Ugh.
Aaaaaanyway...
They'd kissed.
And he had been able to control himself.
That was a miracle to say at least.
Because his hands had become more than itchy from the moment he'd felt her lips against his.
Itchy to touch her on places he'd never touched her before.
To feel her soft skin under his fingers.
But he didn't.
God, he was proud at himself.
But like he said; she deserved better.
So it wasn't actually that hard to keep his hands to himself.
But still, dude… He was proud.
Of course he was.
Only being him made him proud.
I mean, look at him…
Ahum. So. Yeah.
They'd kissed.
It was great.
More than great.
It felt like coming home.
Her soft lips…
Her tongue doing things…
Her warm and naked arms around his neck…
Yes, naked.
Well, not that she was really... naked…
Gosh, if only...
He just needed some time to get used to the fact she has no fur.
But that's okay.
She still had clothes he could rip off her…
Puhlease…
It was great.
Until he broke off the kiss, that is.
Things went downhill after that pretty quickly.
Things even got a little… awkward.
Because Throttle and Modo had walked in.
Yeah, you heard it.
Talk about your major cockblock…
Luckily for Vinnie and Charley, the white furred mouse had a good hearing.
And he had pushed her away right on time.
Because even if other people would claim the complete opposite, Vinnie wasn't stupid.
He knew that Throttle wouldn't agree.
Him going after Charley.
And no need to provoke Throttle.
The guy could be downright scary alright.
Especially when he got mad.
It was a rare thing, though.
But still…
If he needed to pick one challenge he definitely wanted to avoid, it would be a angry Throttle.
Yep, without a doubt.
Ah man, the look on her face when he did that.
It was obvious she thought that he'd pushed her away because he didn't want her.
Ugh, come on…
As if…
Wasn't the kiss a clear hint that he was yearning for her?
Apparently not.
He almost took it personally.
Almost…
Hehe.
But when she saw his bro's, it soon had dawned on her.
And a faint blush had coloured her soft cheeks red to stay red for the rest of the night.
Well, that was what he was telling himself.
How cute…
He caught himself wondering…
...what colour would her cheeks be if he'd unleashed himself?
Honestly…
Thank god he did know how to filter the stream of words that made their way from his brain towards his mouth.
Well, most of the time, that is…
Okay, okay, sometimes…
ALRIGHT!
Very infrequently.
Jesus…
Let's put it this way then; he was just glad he still had the power to restrain himself.
Well, most of the time, that is…
Okay, okay.. somet…
FOCUS.
For once in your goddamn life, focus.
It turned out that his bro's had come for him because Limburger was up to something.
By using the tracker on their bikes, they had found him in the Last Chance Garage.
As soon as the words had left Throttle's mouth, Vinnie had run outside and jumped on his bike.
Using his image as adrenaline junkie to escape this fort of awkwardness, how smart, huh?
No one would suspect a thing…
No one, except for his bro's.
All the way to Limburger, Throttle had interrogated him as if he was some sort criminal.
Could you believe that shit?
As if he would go out to do something stupid..
Hehe.
Yep.
His bro just knew him too well.
Anyway, long story short; Vinnie had told his tan furred bro the truth.
Well, not the whole truth, of course.
Duh, not stupid, remember?
Only the part where he couldn't sleep and needed to go out for a ride.
That he had end up at the garage, noticing that Charley was still awake.
That he only had gone inside to see if he could help her with something.
That only shortly after that, him and Modo had showed up.
That's it.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Hehe.
If only they knew…
Nope.
Better if they didn't.
Safer.
Wait, what? Since when do you like being safe?
Apparently, miracles did exist.
He got away with it.
They kicked Limburger's fat old butt and voila.
He got away with it.
Just like that.
Was he good, or what?
Of course he was.
He was Vinnie van Wham.
The best.
Always have been.
Always will be.
Duh.
So yeah, that all happened two days ago now.
And here he was, sitting in the garage, with his bro's…
And Charley…
Eating lunch.
As if nothing ever happened.
But Vinnie couldn't pretend.
Well, he did, because it was obvious he had no choice.
But dammit, it took a lot to just sit there and eat.
Well, the eating part wasn't the biggest challenge..
I mean, eating was his biggest hobby, after all.
Next to sleeping.
And blowing things up.
And fighting.
And sex…
This was starting to get exhausting, even for him…
Besides… how many hobbies can one mouse have anyway?
Honestly...
But about that pretending…
He took another bite of his hotdog and glanced at the human female sitting across him from under his lashes.
She was eating her salad with a dreamy expression on her face.
One corner of his mouth curled up.
He was responsible for that.
Him, and him alone.
She liked him.
But who wouldn't?
The ladies digged him.
But okay, Charley was more than just a lady.
He now knew she was so much more to him.
After sharing that kiss with her, he knew.
He knew that his heart, from which he thought would belong to Harley for the rest of his life, was now starting to open up to a certain auburn headed human woman.
Guess it was safe to say his heart was kinda cheating on Harley.
But who could blame him?
Harley wasn't here, after all.
Charley was.
Being very alive and definitely not missing...
He suddenly caught her gaze and their eyes locked.
Was it getting warmer in here, of was that just his imagination?
Well, not just his.
He saw how the tips of those cute little ears turned red.
A faint blush was visible on her cheeks.
He knew he had to break eye contact.
Right now.
Before Throttle, or Modo, would see it.
And oh boy, the garage would be too small.
But he just couldn't.
Break it.
Neither could she, apparently.
His heartbeat rose.
His mouth became dry by only looking into those green eyes.
He definitely needed to break eye contact, right here, right now.
Because if he didn't, he was gonna jump on her.
Yep.
Right here, right now.
Oh Modo's momma…
Charley seemed to have a hard time either, since she also kept staring at him.
Vinnie's gaze lowered.
In response, Charley bit on her lower lip.
Oh.
Shit.
His breathing became heavier.
Dammit, it was warm in here.
He couldn't think clear.
Not anymore.
Not when she was looking at him like that.
Not when she was biting her lower lip like that.
This was it.
There was only so much a mouse could take.
Especially him.
He flexed his muscles.
The low growl that was burning in his throat, almost made its way out...
No.
No, no, no.
Stay on your seat.
You can do this, van Wham.
You have to do this.
You can't just jump on her.
That would be so awkward.
And hot...
No.
You can't.
You need to hold your shit together.
He took a deep breath to clear his head, but Charley had other plans.
When he looked back into her eyes, it suddenly hit him like a hammer.
There was this... amused look in her eyes.
Oh…
She was teasing him.
Could you believe that?
Charlene, you naughty girl.
Never thought you had it in ya…
And she was actual enjoying this, he could tell.
Jesus.
She was playing with fire.
She was holding a tiger by the tail.
But he had the strong suspicion that she knew that perfectly well...
Ah man, he sure knew how to pick 'em…
He was still looking into her eyes when she winked at him.
His gaze lowered again and he saw how her mouth opened a little…
The tip of her tongue…
No…
She wouldn't dare...
But she did.
She licked her lips.
Goddammit, she actual licked her lips.
Subtle, though..
Not like a dog that was done drinking, no…
He suddenly wished it was.
Because that would be like a cold shower.
A thing he could definitely use right now.
But no…
This was just the tip of her tongue…
Slipping past her lips…
That's it!
Enough is just enough!
His body tensed, he was about to jump up…
"Ahum".
Throttle cleared his throat.
And by that, he broke the enchantment.
Thank god…
Saved by the bell.
Or something like that.
It also scared the shit out of him a at the same time and he almost slipped right out of his chair by the sudden sound.
Not that it was loud.
Throttle was never really loud.
That was almost impossible with his husky voice.
But right now, it sounded almost like a gunshot.
Jesus…
Thanks bro.
Charley also looked up startled, as if she just got stung by a bee.
Her cheeks turned redder than a fully grown tomato.
Vinnie's lips curled into a arrogant and smugly smile.
Ha!
Serves her right.
After teasing him like that.
But when he focussed his attention on Throttle, his smile vanished.
His tan furred bro was looking at him suspiciously.
Then, he looked at Charley.
And then, back at him again.
Uh oh...
"Am I missing something here?", his older bro asked.
"I was curious about that too", Modo added.
Vinnie and Charley looked at each other and both shrugged.
"No idea what you guys are talking about", Charley said casually.
"Same here, bro's. Can't a mouse enjoy his lunch?", Vinnie added.
"Yeah right, you really expect me to believe that it's your hotdog that's making ya drool like a dog with rabies?", Modo asked innocently.
Vinnie's head jerked into his direction.
"I don't drool. I'm way too cool for that!", he snapped at the grey furred giant.
"Sure thing. I'll help ya remember when you're asleep next time, alright?", Modo retorted.
Say what?
"Guys, guys…", Charley interfered with a soothing voice.
If Vinnie had to guess, she was trying to stop this before her beloved garage was turned into a macho mouse wrestling floor.
Hehehe.
She just knew them too well.
But was he gonna let Modo get away with this?
Well…
Usually, he wouldn't.
But for Charley…
Okay…
Oh man…
He was definitely hopelessly in love with that girl…
I mean, he usually never backed down.
Never let any opportunity to fight slip through his fingers.
Yep.
He was fucked.
Big time.
"So, what are your plans for the rest of the day?", the human girl smoothly changed the subject.
Well, Vinnie thought it was smooth.
But when he looked at Throttle, he knew the fat wasn't out of the fire yet.
But for now, he was safe.
Phew.
Close one.
Great, ain't it?
"The bikes need a tune-up. I was kinda hoping you could help us with that?", Throttle asked her after giving his white furred bro one more deadly glare.
To tell him this ain't over yet.
Oehhh, I'm shaking…
Not impressed, bro.
Not at all.
Ugh, stop it you.
Before you'll say something you don't wanna say.
"Sure thing. It's not that I have other things to do…", Charley sighed, while looking at the empty garage.
Business was going slow.
Poor Charley.
What she needed, was a good la…
AAARGH!
How long was he gonna take this?
How long before he was gonna snap?
Because this was starting to look a lot like 'Mission Impossible.'
I mean, come on!
For a mouse who completely lacked of self control, this ain't exactly a ideal situation.
And that's a understatement.
Ugh…
He needed to talk to her.
Yeah, right…
Talk.. *wiggles eyebrows*
Yes!
Talk.
When Throttle and Modo were occupied with their bikes, Vinnie walked away from his.
Charley was outside, giving a part of Modo's bike a new paint job and he saw it as the perfect opportunity to go talk to her.
YES!
Talk.
Goddammit...
"I'm uh… just gonna ask Charley where I can find myself uh.. a tool", he said vague to his bro's.
Honestly, van Wham…
Couldn't you come up with something better?
You were supposed to be good with words, remember?
Something with a gift…?
But apparently, not this time.
But hey, he got away.
That was the most important.
He burst through the backdoor and closed it behind him with a loud bang.
Smooth. Subtle.
But no need for a audience, not today.
Charley was sitting on her knees and looked over her shoulder when she heard the door.
Vinnie saw how her body stiffened when she saw it was him.
And that he was alone.
He marched straight towards her, not able to hold himself back any longer.
Hey, he did a good job so far, right?
Right.
Before she could say or worse, do anything, he grabbed her by the arm and pushed her against the wall of the garage.
His tail wrapped around her legs.
Gotcha now, sweetheart…
He placed his hands next to her head and leaned forward.
Right before his nose touched hers, he stopped.
He felt her warm breath against his lips.
Her scent filled his nose and his fur bristled.
Gosh, he'd become addicted in just one night.
One taste of her and now…
Now he couldn't get enough of it.
Couldn't get enough of her.
Her eyes were wide open.
Was she really that surprised?
She really thought she would get away with teasing him like that?
With giving him a hard time?
And here he was, thinking she was smart...
But then, a smile appeared on her face.
And not just a smile.
No, the most seductive one he'd ever seen, and that was saying something.
Oh man…
This seemed such a good idea.
But as always, he hadn't thought things through.
Story of his life.
Act first, think later.
It probably should be the other way around.
Ugh…
She looked up at him with teasing eyes and he swallowed.
"Now what am I gonna do with ya, sweetheart?", he whispered.
"What do you wanna do with me?", she asked back, her voice low.
Oh my sweet Charlene…
Do you really wanna know?
'Past the point of no return..
No going back now..
Our passion play has now at last begun..
Past all thought of right or wrong..
One final question..
How long should we two wait before we're one?
When will the blood begin to race?
The sleeping bud bursts into bloom?
When will the flames at last consume us?'
