Disclaimer: I do not own the term PWP, as used below; I do not own TUC; I do not own silver hair. I own a straightning iron however, and I intend on using it later ;D

Author's Note: Allie here! =D Vikus X Dulcet, only Vikus is thirty and engaged to Solovet, also thirty, Dulcet is twenty and a virgin, the mice have just arrived in the basket, and Boots is six. It's retarded and PWP, but here we go!

~Still Sleeping~

"The mouse babies are sleeping," whispered Boots, stroking one softly. "Baby mouses…sleepy…" Dulcet laughed quietly and ushered five-year-old Boots out of the nursery, telling her that she ought to be asleep as well. Carefully she dragged the mice's bed into a corner which was lit softly by torchlight.

Sighing from the work of the day, Dulcet began to head toward the door. Time for bed; the night nanny could take care of the mice now. Dulcet glanced down the hallway. Where was the night nanny?

"Dulcet," whispered a gruff voice. She looked toward the voice to see a thirty-year-old man standing in the flickering torchlight down the corridor. "The night nanny is sick. She is in the confines of Doctor Neveeve's room; I came to alert you."

"Oh," said Dulcet, quickly identifying Vikus. "Thank you. Who20is going to now…?"

"We could not find anyone on such short notice," he murmured. "I am going to. Keep me company for a while?"

"Of course," Dulcet replied, blushing. She was glad it was dark, most of the torches put out for the night, because otherwise Vikus would be able to see the bright pink in her cheeks, hands, and legs. "Come." She and Vikus walked into the dim room where the mice still lay, snoring almost silently, in their corner.

The two young adults settled onto the floor on some new bright cushions, talking to each other quietly so as not to wake the babies.

"Are…are you a screamer?" asked Vikus suddenly after at least a half hour. "I—I, er, I mean…"

Trying to play it off as if she'd heard him incorrectly, Dulcet said, "What was that? A…huh?" Inwardly, she was screaming. From humiliation, surprise, and a sexual fantasy she was already having about this man.

Vikus slapped a hand to his face. "You are twenty years old, but you know nothing. This vexes me so."

Confused, Dulcet stared at the man. He shook his head sadly, his silver locks swinging curly and free. Dulcet wanted to run her hands through that hair, kiss those lips that looked so soft in the flickering torchlight…

She shook her head just as he had, only
she was trying to clear out the horrible thoughts she was having. Vikus was soon to be married to Solovet. Soon to be married to a steely woman who did not entirely deserve him…

And minutes later, it had gone back to normal. Vikus was talking about what hair products he used, and Dulcet was telling him about the children she would tend to sometimes. Then there was the whispered word, "I love you," and Vikus's lips were on hers, and she was feeling horribly dizzy and empty and full of fire.

It was pure willpower that helped Dulcet pull away. "I cannot," she murmured. "You…Solovet…mice in the corner…"

Even with this protest, Vikus leaned towards the younger woman again, and this time his kiss was filled with more passion, more need, than the first. Dulcet couldn't help kissing Vikus back, raking her pale, veiny hands through his soft, soft hair.

When she managed to pull away, she was gasping. Vikus lay back for a moment, resting comfortably on his bright red cushion. "Are you a virgin, Dulcet?"

The nanny turned bright pink again, and she began to stutter, but Vikus interrupted with, "I assume you are."

"Er…."

"Do not worry about it, Dulcet," comforted Vikus, patting her hand. Like before, Vikus began another normal conversation with Dulcet, as if he0d said nothing, done nothing.

Then Dulcet struck up, "Look, were you planning on fucking me or not?"

Her voice was slightly embarrassed, stern, annoyed, firm. She crossed her arms, sitting up and glaring at Vikus.

He laughed. "I had planned on easing you into this, Dulcet."

"Be straightforward. I dislike when people beat around the bush." Her blush had faded, and now her heart was beating painfully, throbbing and sending heat throughout her body. A good heat—not an embarrassed one…but an odd, wonderful one…

And Dulcet was the one to kiss Vikus this time. Her tongue touched his lip, and he opened his mouth, and though she'd never even really made out with another person, Dulcet knew exactly what to do.

Her arms wrapped around him, and she was lying on top of him now, and they were on the floor, the cushions pushed aside. After a moment, Dulcet pulled away, only to see the babies still sleeping. "They are heavy sleepers," murmured Vikus. "And they are tired. Mice babies in general are heavy sleepers, really—and think of the day they've had, fighting on the river like that."

Now Vikus was tugging upward on Dulcet's dark green top. He examined it after pulling it off for a moment, seeing the clever extra strip of cloth around the chest area on the inside of it. Then he tossed it to
the side and stared intensely at Dulcet.

She was colorful again, the pink of a watermelon, and she was attempting to subtly shield her breasts from view. Vikus practically jumped forward, pinning down her wrists so she couldn't cover herself any longer. She almost cringed, but then Vikus was sucking and biting one of her nipples, massaging her other breast with one of his hands.

Dulcet let out a low moan of pleasure before she could stop herself. "It won't take long for her," muttered Vikus. "Still a virgin…!"

Was he talking to himself? Did he realize how odd that looked? Then she caught him muttering, "She'll be tight…"

"Excuse me?" she demanded.

"In due time," Vikus said, kissing her breast. He began to leave a trail of kisses down her stomach, lower and lower till he reached her pants, and quickly he ripped them off, throwing them beside her shirt. Dulcet, for a moment, felt safe, because her underwear was still on. Cursing, Vikus ripped it off as well, and with that, her last shred of hope of coming out of there and staying a virgin until marriage.

Then Vikus's nimble hand followed the same trail his lips had, and Dulcet felt a shudder of pleasure run through her.

With a gasp of shock, Dulcet felt something cool and sharp enter her, and she realized Vikus had slipped in a finger. "Oh!" she cried. His thumb flicked her clit, and she felt another wave of pleasure. "Vikus--!" He entered another digit and began to pump in and out. He had to something to prepare her, after all.

Finally, Dulcet knew she was about to climax, bucking her hips against Vikus's hand, when he pulled out and stayed out. She glared at him questioningly, and then she tugged off his shirt and pants, annoyed that he'd been wearing his clothes the whole time when she couldn't.

Dulcet grabbed his huge dick in her hands, taking in the size of it. She squeezed it tightly then, on instinct, put him in her mouth. Immediately she felt like choking, gagging, so she pulled back even though he was trying to push himself into her further.

"I…need…" she murmured. Vikus nodded, and they positioned themselves on one of the bright cushions. She crouched above him, and she gripped his hard cock in her hands and then sank down on it. They moved in unison, riding each other to their climaxes.

"You meant it, then?" whispered Dulcet, gazing at Vikus. "That you loved me?"

"Yes," Vikus murmured. He glanced over his shoulder. "The babies are still sleeping."

Dulcet gave him a soft smile. "Let us go to bed, now, Vikus, and tell no one."

"Of course," said Vikus. They walked from the room, smiling, and then parted ways.