Love and A Discussion-chapter 26
"Don't sweat it, Big bro. There are other fish in the sea." Minerva told Throttle.
"Yeah. Think I'll take a ride. Clear my head." Throttle said, getting on his bike.
"Need some company?" Carbine asked, "We could ride together."
"Thanks, but I think I need to be alone for a while." He said. Then he rode off.
Carbine watched him go with a sad expression.
He was hurting. And she couldn't do anything about it.
I swear if I run into Cecilla again, I will personally wring her neck! Carbine mentally told herself.
Unbeknownst to Throttle, two figures watched him. Cecilla and Claud watched from above.
"Odysseus...Odysseus." Cecilla whispered under her breath.
"Dearest Cecilla, you must try to forget him." Claud said, " We must fly."
"Perhaps." She said, looking down.
"Now, we are together as it was meant to be." He said, attempting to take her into his arms.
She smiled at him seductively. He went to kiss her.
Suddenly, she pulled away from him. Claud looked shocked. Then looked down. His amulet was gone!
"I'm sorry, Claud. But it can never be as it was before. I love Throttle." She said, holding the amulet in her hand.
"You brazen hussy! You tricked me!" He cried out, angrily.
"I hate doing this, but I'm starting over with my Odysseus." She said, holding the amulet in the air. It glowed with an unearthly glow. A swirling mass of purple and pink formed in the air.
"You're making a big mistake, Cecilla." He told her, "Can you really love him unconditionally?"
"Yes...because...I can love him even if he does become old...I finally decided that I do deserve him and I am good enough for him."
"Nooooo!" Claud cried out, as he felt himself being pulled into the portal.
"Goodbye, Claud." Cecilla said.
...
Throttle rode till he came to the Scoreboard. The ride helped clear his mind like it always did. And he had a lot to think about.
"Did I jump the gun with Cecilla? I mean, I did like her a lot, but all the hoo doo and growing old stuff scared the wits out of me." He thought.
He had never met anyone like her before. She was a great girl. She made him forget about Carbine. She was everything he liked in a woman: beautiful, kind, sexy, and smart. To say the woman was hot was an understatement. Plus, she had a great body! But he wanted someone who would be there for him after the lovemaking was over. He would be there for her, too. Carbine had been there before the war. He saw himself settling down with her then the war changed her into this cold, unfeeling person he didn't recognize. But he put up with it thinking they could work things out once they defeated the Plutarkians and saved Mars.
The nail in the coffin was him finding out about Steel, her new boyfriend. He broke things off with her completely.
"Life. It ain't an easy road." He told himself, shaking his head.
He rode into the Scoreboard towards him and his bros living quarters. He had gone in when he heard a sound. He quickly took out his blasters. Whoever was there was going to get their butt kicked big time. He jumped into the room and got a shock.
There lying on his bed was Cecilla. She was dressed in a red corset that pushed up her breasts to make them larger. She wore red satin laced panties and white knee-high stockings with white suspenders attached to the waist of the corset. The outfit left little to the imagination.
"Hello, handsome. Like what you see?" She purred.
Throttle gulped. She looked hotter than he'd ever seen her. He couldnt stop staring at her shapely calves and her breasts. He put his blasters away.
"Cecilla, W-what are you doing here?" He finally asked, finding his voice at last.
She got off the bed, hips swaying back and forth made him gulp even more.
"I decided I want you and no one else." She replied, smiling and pressing her lips against his. Her body pressed against his bare muscular chest. He felt her hands go up his chest. Her breasts pressed against his body. It reacted to her as he kissed her back. She moaned as he caressed her back and shoulders. Soon, they were rolling around naked in his bed.
"I love you, Throttle. And I won't ever leave you. I plan to stay even if you're old and gray."She murmured between kisses. And man could that mouse kiss! Throttle was becoming very passionate.
"Well, it'll be a long time before that happens." He replied, smiling, "We mice take longer to age than humans."
He then stopped smiling and looked serious at her.
"You sure you really wanna do this, Cecilla? I need someone who's going to stick it out when things are good and also when things suck."
"You make me happy, my love. Happiness can only happen once in a person's lifetime. Grab it when it happens."
"I ain't going anywhere, either." He smiled down at her.
...
"What do you call this again?" Minerva asked, eying the straw inside her can of soda.
"A straw. And that's what's known as root beer." Modo replied.
"It's delicious!" She said, happily drinking her root beer.
"I've heard of this Earth. You must give me a tour." Minerva told Modo.
"Sure. We could go for a ride now if you want." Modo replied.
"Oh, yes. I'd like that a lot." Minerva replied, smiling warmly at Modo.
The giant gray-furred mouse blushed. He then got on his bike.
"Our carriage awaits, milady." Modo said, gloved hand outstretched towards Minerva. The latter got on.
"Have fun, you two." Charley said.
...
The bike roared to life as Modo's sweet ride took them through the streets of Chicago. They soon rode to Lake Michigan.
"It's beautiful, Modo. Just like on Mars. My Mars." Minerva said.
"It's me and my bros favorite spot." Modo said, spreading out a blanket. He and Minerva sat on it.
"I can see why. Breathtaking." She replied, "Thank you."
"For what, darling?"
"For just being there." Her hand caressed his cheek. He smiled as his gloved hand stroked her cheek. Their eyes locked on each other. Modo began kissing her. A gentle kiss that took her breath away. Then it got intensed. She was laying on her back. He was on top of her.
"I love you, Minerva." Modo said, softly.
"Oh, Modo, I love you, too." She replied, kissing him.
...
Carbine sat quiet. She was in deep thoughts. Was Throttle alright? She wondered. She knew he was grown and could take care of himself, but she still was worried about him. He was a capable and excellent fighter. Along with his two bros, they were a huge asset to the Resistance. Without them, a lot of the war wouldn't have been won. They were the elite. The best of the Freedom Fighters. Cream of the crop. But still she couldn't help but worry about him...even if they weren't together anymore. And whose fault was that? Cecilla Hawkings. That slut put the moves on Throttle and being a guy he did what guys always do: give in to temptation.
"You okay, Carbine?" Charley asked.
"If Throttle had never met her, we could've worked things out between us." She said, out loud to herself.
Thankfully, Vinnie had gone out to practice his bike skills.
"Would you really? Seems to me you two have had problems throughout the whole relationship. You can't blame Cecilla."
"So she's supposed to just waltz in and take my mouse?" Carbine asked.
"Even if Cecilla hadn't come on the scene, you and Throttle have been having problems long before the war began."