Throttle stood in the door way of his loft bedroom with a stunned look on his face. Alice lay face down on his bed, sniffing his sheets. Ah. So pain medicine affects her in that way, huh. He thought as she turned her head a little bit to look at him as she breathed deeply.
Throttle stiffened a little bit, his fur nearly standing straight up as his heart stuttered in his chest for a second.
Dear mother of mars- the woman looked like she was scenting his bed sheets like an animal about to go into heat. He took a small step back, one hand absently reaching out to grasp the side of the door frame, his fingers gripping the wood so hard that his knuckles turned white under his russet fur.
He shuddered as a chill shot down his spine and moved back into the doorway and quietly cleared his throat. Alice twitched and lifted her face from his sheets and looked at him. Her dark green eyes staring at him, unblinking before pushing herself up onto her hands and knees and moving towards the edge of the bed.
Fearing that she might try to get up and run Throttle stepped farther into the room and placed himself firmly at the edge of the bed, between her and the door and crossed his arms and looked ominous. A slight scowl on his face as she inched closer.
He lifted one leg and lightly kicked at the edge of the mattress to stop her from moving any closer, but she didn't heed his subtle warning. She did however get close enough to grab his hips, startling him to the point where his fur bristled and stood straight up as she buried her face against his abdomen and inhaled deeply and muttered against his fur. "It's you." Throttle's tail twitched in agitation.
The words sounding suspisciously like an accusation to his ears. He's what? He wondered as he slowly unfolded his arms and placed his hands firmly on her slender shoulders and was about to push her back onto the bed so that he could re tuck her in when she let go of his hips and grasped his wrists in her small hands.
He froze again, unsure of what else to do and nearly jumped out of his skin as she lifted one of his hands off of her shoulders and lifted it to her mouth and before he realized what she was doing, she licked his forefinger and his scarlet eyes widened behind his shades as he supressed the urge to jerk his hand from her grasp.
"Okay, so pain meds really mess with your head. Good to know for future reference." He said in a slightly strained tone as he tried to pull his hand from her grasp. She made a soft sound and licked his finger tip again and he did the only thing that he could think of to stop her before things got really really weird and roughly shoved her back on the bed and quickly moved away.
He got all the way over to the door before he bothered to look back at her and see if she was staying put and was more than a little bit relieved to find her laying on her back on the bed, still awake, and maybe a little bit upset.
But at least she wasn't licking him anymore. And that made him deliriously happy. Truly it did.
Yet it didn't explain the sudden feeling of panic that seized him before he jumped the railing and hit the floor below running.
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Modo and Vinny were on their way back into the house when Throttle come tearing out the front door like his fur was on fire. The two stopped walking and watched in morbid curiosity as their leader ran down the steps, and out into the woods as fast as his legs would carry him... If not faster.
"I wonder what that's all about." Vinny said as he cocked his head to the side a little bit. Modo made a humming sound.
"I dunno but I sort of wish he moved that fast every time something was bothering him."
"So... you're still a little pissed about him letting you get shot."
"Not really." Modo lied as he crossed his arms over his chest. Vinny hummed.
"I don't believe you."
"Probably just as well. The bullet that hit me really, really hurt."
"Should we go-" Vinny asked pointing in the direction where Throttle had vanished. Modo didn't even blink before answering.
"Nah. Whatever it is bothering him is his headache. Lets go inside and grab a beer and make fun of him until he comes back."
"Alright."
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Throttle stopped running and stood under a large oak tree. His heart slamming against his ribs as he broke out into a cold sweat as if he were ill. Fuck, fuck, fuck- This couldn't be happening. He thought as he lifted both of his hands to the top of his head and gripped his thick brown hair and gave it a painful tug before letting it go.
He'd been scented. By a human.
Hysteria bubbled up in his chest, threatening to overwhelm and consume him. Oh god why? Why did this happen now of all times? He was busy being a feral mouse. He couldn't afford to be tamed!
Certainly not by that sickly looking creature in his loft. Fuck, fuck, fuck- God why him? Why? He didn't want to be close to another human female. He didn't want to get to know her. To learn her personality, to share her hopes and dreams and pieces of her soul. He didn't want to be close to another female until he could finally lay the ghost of his former friend Charlie to rest.
