Chapter 4

After just one day of being cooped up in the hospital Charley was starting to miss the loud ruckus that was those lovable fur brains. Wow… never thought I'd actually miss it...
Charley laughed and shook her head, actually wishing that they'd come bursting through the door…especially Vinnie. Being cooped up alone in the room all night and the better part of the day, Charley had a lot of time to imagine all sorts of different scenarios for how their date could have ended. God that mouse is handsome… and arrogant, and smug, and… sexy as hell…
As though reading her thoughts, Vinnie came in and closed the door behind him. He removed his helmet and gave her an enticing smile as he withdrew a bouquet of flowers from behind his back.
"For my favorite girl in the whole universe," He came over and put the flowers down on the nightstand. He leaned down to kiss her forehead but was taken by surprise when Charley sat up and wrapped her right arm around his neck and pulled him down with alarming force.

"Come here hot stuff!" He held on to the rail of her bed to prevent himself from being pulled right on top of her. Charley closed her mouth on his and pushed her tongue into his mouth. Vinnie moaned and hurriedly pushed the rail down so that he could sit on the bed next to her. He put his arms around her, sliding his hands under her hospital gown to rub the soft smooth skin of her back. Charley arched her back, rubbing her breasts against him and smiling against his mouth when she felt him harden against her leg and moan into her mouth.

Vinnie kept rubbing her back, but the stitches he felt on her shoulder along with the little suction cup-like monitors across her back brought him back to reality.
"Easy there sweetheart…" his voice was hoarse. It took every ounce of his strength to pull himself out of her embrace and straighten her gown. Down boy… she's injured! He roped himself back in check and brought the rail back up.

"You have to take it easy or else you won't recover," Vinnie straightened up and took the vase on her nightstand and went to the bathroom to fill it with water. Charley's low sultry laugh made him turn around and see her staring at the bulge in his pants.

"Just ignore it and it'll go away," Vinnie started to fill the vase and almost dropped it at Charley's next comment.

"Who says I want it to go away?"

"Charley-girl! You dirty little minx… I like it. But you're still injured and what kind of knight in shining armor would I be if I took advantage of you?" Vinnie laughed when Charley pouted at him. "Besides, Modo would have my tail if he found out."

"I won't tell him. Brownies' honor," She gave him a salute and laughed at his look of I don't think so.

"How are you feelin' today babe?" He leaned on the bed rail and laughed at his train of thought. She looks good in her mechanic's suit, loose pjs… even in a hospital gown…

"Bored as hell. Why can't I leave? I feel fine. Look at my chart, the doctor told me that my blood level is back to normal, the infection is gone, and look," Charley lifted her left arm almost all the way up past her shoulder before she winced in pain.

"Whoa whoa!! Take it easy sweetheart!"

"I'm ready to leave and go back to the garage…with you," Charley ran her finger up his biceps, his neck and lingered around his mouth.

Vinnie chuckled, kissed her finger and took her hand in his.
"Nice try. You're staying for one more day at least,"

"You're no fun…"

"Oh I can be fun. I just don't think you're up for it yet sweetheart," He grinned when her eyes lit up.

"Wanna find out?"

"Charley-girl…" Vinnie's warning tone made her smile. "Don't push me babe."

"Why not?"

"Charley!"

"Alright, alright!! Cheeze…" She crossed her arms and inhaled sharply at the sharp stab of pain she felt in her shoulder.

"Told you,"

"Yeah yeah yeah,"

"Sounds like your lunch is here," At the sound of the knock on the door Vinnie put his helmet on just as a nurse was bringing in a tray with a large plate and two smaller ones and a plastic cup, all of which were covered up.

"Oh, I just can't wait…" Charley's sarcastic comment was followed by a grimace as to what could be under the covers.

"Come on babe, it can't be that ba –" Vinnie removed the cover off of the main plate and cringed at the soup that looked a little too much like something that had been scooped out of a toilet.

"… that looks really gross. Well, enjoy!" Vinnie got up, and made for the door.

"Oh come on! You can't leave me here with this shit…" looking at the soup she started to gag, "literally!"

"I'll be back later on this afternoon babe," He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead and moved away quickly so she couldn't get a hold on him.

"Some knight you are!"

Looking at the soup and recoil from it, Charley had an idea. She leaned over and grabbed the bed pan from the top drawer of her nightstand and poured the soup into it.
"Like they'll tell the difference…" and put it back on the nightstand. She made a face at Vinnie retreating back as he walked out of the room, his laughter echoing down the hallway of the hospital.

Later that day...

Vinnie returned in the evening with Modo and Throttle. They barely made it through the entrance when they saw Charley signing a release form in front of a very flustered nurse who was trying to convince her to stay. She turned around at the sound of their boots and threw her belongings over to them.
"I'm outta here!"

"Sweetheart, you need to get back in bed and – "

"Don't you sweetheart me Vinnie Van Wham! I'm getting outta here, with or without help from either of you," She reached down for her jacket and flinched when she stretched her shoulder a little too far.

"Charley! Where do you think you're going? You need to get back in your room and rest," Throttle put down her back pack and wrapped his arm around her waist, leading her back towards the nurses' station.

"I'm going out! I can rest back at the garage as well… with normal food!" Charley untangled herself from him and headed back towards the door.

"What happened?" The nurse looked at Throttle and she sighed.

"She flipped out when the nurse in residence brought her her supper,"

"Uh oh…" Vinnie smiled, "What was it?"

"Puke salad!" Charley yelled from the door.

"It was salad with canned meat covered in a ginger peanut sauce," the nurse rolled her eyes.

"It smelled like puke, complete with chunks too!" Charley put her right arm in the sleeve of her jacket and just pulled the other side over her left shoulder.

Throttle and Modo looked at skeptically like she was exaggerating.
"It couldn't have been that bad Charley ma'am," Modo put his hands on his hips and regarded her with an amused look while trying to block her way.

"Ask Vinnie about the shit soup,"

Modo and Throttle looked at Vinnie who was doubled over laughing.
"They gave her a s – soup! It…It really did look like shit!" Trying to catch his breath between laughs, he told them what she'd done with the soup and they both erupted with laughter. The nurse looked at the three of them and threw her hands up in the air in defeat.

"The food isn't that bad!" the nurse looked over her chart and blushed when she saw the number of patients that had refused the soup… and the salad for that matter. Maybe I should speak to the chef…

"Oh momma, I would have loved to see that!" Modo wiped the tears from his eye.

"I'm sure if you ask them, they would let you keep the bedpan," Charley started to make her way to the door, but was stopped by Modo who took her bags, and Vinnie who picked her up in his arms.

"I'm not taking any chances with you,"

All four left the hospital, Charley thanking her lucky stars that she could get back to the garage, for a real meal... complete with desert... Vinnie

Back at the garage, Charley wasn't sure if she'd made the right choice coming home. Ever since she'd left the hospital, the guys hadn't left her out of their sight. Everywhere she went one of them followed.
"For crying out loud, I'm in the bathroom!" She yelled in frustration when she heard Vinnie's voice in her bedroom. I can't even use my own toilet in peace… "Just making sure you're ok sweetheart," Vinnie called out from outside her bathroom door.

"I was fine 5 minutes ago when you asked," After having washed her hands, she stepped out of the washroom, her hair in a messy bun, looking down at herself and adjusting her clothes; a dark grey tank top and a pair of cut off jean shorts.

"Charley-girl! You been watchin' the Dukes' of Hazzard?" She looked at Vinnie who was lying on her bed, arms behind his head, the grin on his face getting wider by the second. Look at those legs… He kept his arms behind his head to keep himself from picking her up and running his hands up her legs and into her shorts to cup her ass.

"I just figured it would be easier to just avoid changing clothes for today and dress in something that I can wear to sleep in tonight. My shoulder is pretty sore from getting out of my old clothes," Charley slowly rotated her shoulder and gasped in pain when she neared the top.

"Take it easy babe. You need to let it heal. Come here, let me give you the best massage you'll ever get this side of mars,"

Vinnie sat up on her bed and rested his back against the wall. He picked up Charley with his tail and sat her on his lap, her legs folded on either side of his muscular thighs, facing away from him.
"You don't have to… ummm… that feels really nice," Charley let her head fall back on her shoulders and arched her back, delighting in his touch.

"Feel better sweetheart?" I know I do…

"Ummm, yeah… don't stop."
I wouldn't stop if Limburger came in here with a laser blaster. Vinnie looked at Charley's slender neck and arched back. He was able to see down the back of her shorts and groaned. Is that a red g-string?... sweetheart, you're inviting a whole lot of trouble… and I'm just the mouse to accommodate ya…

Meanwhile, on the otherside of the door, in the garage...

"What the heck is going on in there," Throttle put his ear to the door and listened.

"If Vinnie's putting the moves on her I'll box his ears from here to Mars. I told him to leave her alone,"

"Yeah well, by the sounds of it, it ain't Vinnie who's gonna need to be taught a lesson."

Throttle laughed at the sounds coming through the door. He gestured to Modo who listened and chuckled low and deep.
"Oh man, I wonder how Vinnie's holding up," that boy is messing with one heck of a woman…

"Not too good,"

"Why? Did he say something?"

"No… it's quiet."

Modo broke out into a fit of laughter, his deep resonant laugh booming through the garage.

Back in the bedroom...

"What was that?" Vinnie stopped for a minute hearing Modo's loud laugh. Oh thank mars… a distraction! I don't know how much longer I can hold up. Sweat had broken out on his brow and his palms from trying to hold himself in check. The reminder were the stitches on her shoulder and fading bruises that he made sure not to touch.

"I'm sure it was nothing important," Charley turned around in his lap, so that she was still straddling him, but facing him. "But this on the other hand," she inched closer on his lap until her breasts rested on his chest and her thighs were hugging his waist.

"Sweetheart, the doctor said no physical strain," he closed his eyes and tried to picture something not sexy. Limburger in a string bikini...Brie in a thong and corset…Karbunkle in a negligee!

"I'll be gentle," Charley's voice was low and thick with arousal. Vinnie groaned, the images fading in comparison to aroused half naked, gorgeous mechanic in his lap. I have to get out of here…

He tried to keep the images in his head to gain control, but lost what little he had left when Charley rocked her hips forward to lean down and trail kisses from his shoulder, up his neck, and to his ear, where she bit and licked it gently.
"I won't!" His hands ached to tear off her shorts, open his zipper and take her now like she was.

"Well then I guess you'll have to let me do all the work," she ran her hands down his shoulders, over his chest, and down his abdomen, feeling the muscles jump under her finger tips.

Vinnie's breath was coming fast and harsh, Cheeze my pants are tight… he sat up straighter against the wall and made an attempt at humor to calm her down.
"D'you know what that would do to my machismo rating?"

He tried to look shocked when she told him what he could do with his machismo rating.
"Sweetheart! Language," he drew in a sharp breath when her fingers undid his belt buckle, button and zipper.

"Holy shit!" Vinnie moaned and arched his back in pleasure when he felt her fingers brushing the very tip of his cock.

Charley brushed her lips against his throat and murmured "language,"
"Swee- Sweetheart, you h-have to s-s-stop!" he could feel her wrist parting the material of his jeans and pushing down his underwear as her fingers wrapped themselves around his shaft and started to stroke him…slowly.

Vinnie grabbed handfuls of the sheets on either side of him and arched his back again helplessly, completely captured by her expert fingers.
Charley's other hand reached up and touched his cheek and face plate, as she kissed his mouth, softly exploring his mouth with her tongue. Vinnie kissed her back, but his breath was ragged and sweat was dripping down the fur on his face.
"I just want to give you this… as a thank you for everything," Vinnie opened his eyes and looked into her eyes and saw that she was serious.

"But I d-don't want you s-straining yourself,"

"I won't," Charley got off him and lay down on the bed and gestured for him straddle her.

"But I don't see how…" When she gestured that he straddle her shoulders his shaft got harder, is that even possible? He laughed, thinking that he'd never been so turned on in his life.

He straddled her shoulders as she propped two pillows behind her head, and put her hands on his butt urging him closer.
Vinnie closed his eyes feeling her little tongue caressing the head, shy at first, but then bold. Holding himself up by putting his arms on the wall in front of him, Vinnie let out a low guttural growl in pleasure so great he thought he would surely die from it.
"Ba-babe, you d-don't need to… ummm… to do t-this," He couldn't help it. His hips rocked to the rhythm of her mouth and he felt himself dangerously close to coming.

Charley's response was to take him deeper into her mouth, all the way down to the hilt. That was Vinnie's undoing. He shook all over as he spilled into her mouth, and shuddered even more when her sweet mouth swallowed it all.

Throttle and Modo were watching tv when Charley walked out of her bedroom, clad only in her shorts and tank top. They stopped and stared at their transformed mechanic, and then at a very weak, and very content Vinnie.
"What on Mars were you two doing in there?" Throttle looked at them and turned around.

"Never mind, I don't think I want to know," Modo chuckled thinking he'd never seen Vinnie so relaxed

"Vinnie gave me a really good massage. Best I've ever had," she winked at him and he felt himself start to harden again.

"If you're the one who got the massage, then why is he about to collapse on the floor?" Throttle looked over at Charley who sat beside him on the couch with a rootbeer and a bag of chips.

"He's just that good I guess,"

"You know it sweetheart!"