First off, I hope you all notice that I've changed the rating of this story to R. You're intelligent people. I'm sure you can figure out what that means for this chapter...
Charlie smiled sleepily up at the roof of her tent. She had been on vacation for two days now, and it was wonderful. Exactly what she'd needed. They had gone on a long hike the day before –very long, as her legs were still reminding her- followed by another dip in the lake. And after dinner tonight, she'd introduced Throttle to the wonders of s'mores.
She giggled at the still-clear image of the big golden Mouse trying to get gooey, delicious marshmallow out of his facial fur.
"Yeeeaaaaaaaagh!"
Throttle's agonized screech sent Charlie tearing out of her tent and towards its neighboring twin. In her haste, she tripped over the boots she'd left outside and swore, thoughts of possible threats racing through her mind. Whatever could have found them out here? Neither of the bikes would let an unknown person near enough to plant a tracer. A bear might be attracted after the food, although she thought they'd done a pretty good job of packing everything away after dinner. "Throttle?! Throttle, what's wrong?"
The golden-furred Mouse was sitting up in his sleeping bag, still in one piece. At her question, he turned to her, tail held gently in one hand, insult and injury mingling in his eyes. "It bit me!"
"What bit you?"
He held out his free hand to her, and Charlie gasped. Nestled in the wide palm was a tiny black kitten. Its fur stood all on end and its golden eyes were huge with fear. Upon seeing a human (at least a recognizable thing) it opened its mouth and emitted a weak mew.
"Oh, what an angel!" Charlie grabbed for the kitten and cuddled it gently against her chest. "What an absolute darling. How did you get all the way out here, hmm? Don't worry, sweetie, we'll take care of you," she cooed.
"Charlie, it bit me!" Throttle's voice was oddly strangled, and Charlie looked up from the black ball of fuzz.
"Don't be silly, Throttle. She's just a baby. She probably just found her way into your tent -which you forgot to zip closed, by the way- and your tail was too good a toy to resist. You tend to wiggle the end when you're dreaming."
"I do? How would you know?" Throttle demanded, glaring up from his injured tail.
"Throttle, I've seen you sleep before. You're really being very silly." Charlie rose and began to edge back toward the tent's opening. "I'm gonna get this baby some food, then go back to sleep."
"Wha- You mean you're gonna keep it?" If anything, Throttle looked even more outraged then he had when she'd come in. "Charlie-girl, it's a menace!"
"Oh, come on, Throttle." she held out the kitten. By now, her cuddling had soothed away its fear. Its fur was a bit matted, but no longer standing up, and it was purring hard enough to make Charlie's hand vibrate. "Don't tell me you're afraid of this little angel, are you? Just because she was scared and lonely, and she wanted some attention." Reaching out, she grabbed Throttle's hand and plopped the kitten back into it.
Throttle stared at the little creature with a mixture of apprehension and disgust, and Charlie laughed . Kneeling down beside him again, she ran a finger over the kitten's head.
"M'not afraid of it. Just startled me, is all."
"I see." When the kitten decided that Throttle's warm hand was the perfect place for a nap after such big adventures, Charlie smiled and laid her head on Throttle's shoulder. "I think I'll name her Angel. She certainly acts like one."
"You sure it's a girl? There aren't any, um, there isn't anything to tell." Since it was there, he turned his head just slightly to nuzzle her hair, noting how good it smelled.
"I'll get her to a vet when we get home, but I've got a feeling." She sat a moment, silently, as he moved softly to her ear. It felt very nice. A little too nice, to be honest, and she shifted away. "Come on, just say it once. Admit she's adorable."
"Yeah, I guess she's kinda cute." At that moment, Angel chose to flop over in her sleep, opening her little mouth for an enormous yawn.
Charlie giggled, and felt Throttle laugh as well. She turned to smile at him, and found herself not three inches away from his face, staring into his garnet eyes. She froze, and felt him do the same. She remembered how good his lips felt on her own, and her mouth dried up.
"Charlene," he whispered hoarsely, as he had done before. She was all too aware that he wore nothing but boxers, and his desire was all too evident.
Charlie shifted away again, and forced herself to look back down at the kitten. "I'd, um, better feed this little girl." She started to reach for Angel, but Throttle's free hand settled over her wrist, holding it tightly but gently.
"Look at me, Charlene," he commanded softly.
She looked. She had too; there was no way of disobeying that voice.
He stared at her, frustration, lust, and a little anger in his eyes. "You want me to kiss you. I can see it in your face. Hell, I can smell it on you. I'm patient, Charlene, but I'm only a Mouse. This is driving me crazy."
The echo of Modo's words made her wince, and she stammered out what she had been telling herself for days. "I can't! Not yet!"
Throttle closed his eyes and growled softly. "Maybe this trip wasn't such a good idea after all." He placed Angel down on his sleeping bag and got up. "I need some air." And he left Charlie huddled up in his tent.
Charlie sniffled and wiped away a treacherous tear that had welled up in the corner of her eye. Damn it, it just wasn't fair! She picked up the kitten and rubbed her cheek against the soft fur. "But I'm right, aren't I?"
She hadn't been with a man since her escape from the prison camp, and the many sexual encounters held there had been horrible. Wasn't she entitled to be scared? Didn't she deserve the time to make sure she was doing the right thing?
....
Above the reproachful questions crying out in her head, one with an all too different tone rose up.
Did she have the right to hurt Throttle as she was clearly doing?
There was only one answer to that. Never.
She had tried to play it safe, and had only ended up making the one mistake that wasn't supposed to happen.
"What am I supposed to do?" she whispered.
The kitten mewed and patted her face with one paw. Then it struggled out of her hands and jumped down, where it walked to the entrance of the tent and sat down, looking at her expectantly.
Charlie ran her hands over her face, wiping away the tears that had followed the first, and laughed weakly. "I guess you're right."
She left the tent and looked around. Throttle was nowhere to be seen. Then, her eyes fell upon the small trail leading toward the lake. "Of course," she murmured.
The woods were beautiful at night, with moonlight shimmering through the trees. Charlie struggled to hold onto the feeling of serenity that the sight brought her when she emerged out onto the shore and caught sight of her Mouse, sitting dejectedly on a large piece of driftwood, staring out at the water. "Throttle?"
He moved, shifted, but didn't look in her direction. "Ya don't really wanna be near me right now, Charlie-girl. Hell, I don't think I can stand to have ya near me."
She watched the back of his head, noting the downward flip of his ears, the slump of his shoulders. "I'm sorry, Throttle."
"I know you are. I know you can't help it, an' I know that pushin' doesn't make things any better, but damn, Charlie! It's hard to be near you all the time, knowin' how much I want you and not bein' able to do anythin' about it!"
"So do something now." If the situation hadn't been so serious, Charlie would have burst into laughter at the way the large Mouse swung around to look at her, eyes and mouth wide and ears up.
"What?!"
"I mean it, Throttle." She walked forward and picked up his hand, limp with surprise, to place it against the round curve of one hip. "I'm not being fair to either of us. I want you as badly as you want me, and I shouldn't let a little fear spoil everything we could share together."
"If you're jerkin' my chain, Charlene..."
Charlie shook her head hard. "I think you'd know me better then that, Mister. I want you. Here. Now." When he still made no move toward her, she sighed and stepped away. Slowly, her eyes never once leaving his, she grasped the hem of her sleep shirt and peeled it upward, pulling it over her head. Naked but for a pair of panties, she opened her arms to him. "It's not really warm enough to stand here starkers, Throttle. I'd like you to come warm me up!"
Her joking tone seemed to do what her serious words hadn't. Throttle stood up and moved to her, eyes fixed upon her body. Softly, almost fearfully, he reached out and caressed her cheek. "I love you, Charlene."
"I love you too. Now come here and kiss me."
He swept her up into his arms, pressing her against him as he touched his lips to hers. The sensation of his fur against her bare skin sent thrills up and down her back, and she shivered. His arousal was more then evident, and she slipped a hand between them to stroke his length. Throttle groaned. Breaking off their kiss, he looked swiftly around. They had left their towels hanging on some branches to dry earlier that day; carrying her with him, he strode over and pulled one off to spread on the ground. They soon followed.
His hands, his mouth were everywhere, and Charlie couldn't contain her moans. Even her underwear was too much of a barrier between his flesh and her own. Pushing him away for a moment, she slipped her fingers beneath the elastic, and she was soon naked under him.
At her actions, Throttle reared up to kneel over her. She reached for him, but he held her hands and only gazed down at her. Suddenly very aware of the scars patch worked across her torso, Charlie pulled one hand free and crossed it over herself, but Throttle wordlessly shook his head and pulled it away. "So beautiful," he whispered reverently.
She started to shake her head, but he placed a gentle finger at the start of a scar and traced it across her abdomen to the top of her hip. The hand clenched. "I could kill them all for what they did to you," he growled.
The violent words, so at odds with his gentleness, sent a jolt through Charlie's heart. "Don't say that," she whispered. "Don't think about that, don't think about them. Think about this." She reached down and unclenched his hand, placed it on her breast. "Think about us, about now."
The anger in Throttle's eyes was replaced by desire, and he came back down to her waiting arms. He took one breast into his mouth and sucked on it. Charlie brought her hands up to run them through his golden hair, reveling in the feeling. He moved downward, trailing his lips over her scars, and sucked gently on the inside of her thigh. The tender pull of his lips as he moved to scrape his teeth over the intersection of hip and pubic bone was almost more then she could bear. "Throttle!" she gasped, trying to pull him upwards, "Now!"
"Not yet," he murmured softly. He briefly rubbed his face against her thigh, just taking in her smell, then her slowly lowered his head and tasted her.
Charlie jerked upright with a tiny scream. If there had been any question about differences in Martian and Terran love-making, she thought irreverently, this certainly put them to rest! Throttle licked his way over her, reducing her to a puddle of throbbing need. It just didn't seem possible for her body to contain this much feeling and not explode. "Throttle, please! I can't-"
He looked up to smile devilishly at her, then turned his head and nipped the inside of her thigh. "You can. You will."
"Damn it, Throttle!"
"I've waited this long to make you happy. I think you can wait a little bit longer." And so saying, he brought a finger down to gently flick the sensitized nub of flesh between her legs. Charlie's world dissolved into a world of total sensation.
When the fireworks behind her eyelids finally died down, she blinked down at the satisfied Mouse grinning up at her. "Christ! Where'd you learn that? I know Mice don't have a clit!"
Throttle actually blushed. "Vinnie has all these magazines," he explained.
Charlie dropped her head back onto the towel. "I should have known." She lifted her head back up and smiled, then tugged on his ears. "Why don't you come up here? I'm getting a crick in my neck looking at you."
"Gladly." Throttle returned to his knees, pausing briefly to pull off his boxers. Charlie had a moment to fully appreciate his size before he laid himself over her, resting his weight on his elbows. He kissed her, and she tasted herself on his lips. It was incredibly arousing. "I'm not gonna hurt you, am I?" he asked worriedly.
Charlie shook her head. "For all intensive purposes, my parts are in good working order. Some just don't do everything they're supposed to." She slipped her arms up around him and thrust her hips upward.
Throttle gasped and instinctively thrust himself forward, into her. Though she had expected some discomfort, the pain startled her enough that she let a small wince cross her face.
"I hurt you." Throttle saw her expression and began to pull out, but with a massive effort, Charlie lifted her leg to wrap around him.
"It's been a really long time," she panted. "What do you expect? Just give me a minute. If you stop, I think I'll kill you."
Throttle smiled tenderly in acquiescence and waited until she had adjusted to him. When she squeezed her legs, he began to pump, first slowly, then faster and faster.
Charlie wrapped her arms around his neck and let herself drown in the intensity of their actions.
Throttle began to gasp, rocking harder into her. "So good," he groaned. Grasping her hands tightly in his own, he plunged madly, Charlie his only chance of sanity. Survival.
Holding each other to life, to love, they spiraled together into glory.
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Well, there it is. It took them a while, but they're really together. And don't worry! That's not at all the end of this story; there's a lot more to come.
Some of you may have sat up in surprise when I decided that women Mice don't have a clitoris. Well, humans and Mice are different. I see Mice as certainly still having a G-spot, but not the same exterior bits. That's just the way I see things.
I know that FF.net has banned N17 fics so that young people don't meet up with sex and such things. However, I consider a tastefully-written sex scene, as I've tried to write here, to be no more then rated R. Heaven knows, it's less then what children can see on tv every day. So there's that issue finished.
-- Foenixfyre