( W.W.T) here again. Things have been picking back up with work prepping for the New Year and I'm afraid that I am currently more than a little tuckered out, but seeing as today was my birthday. I wanted to go ahead and try to finish up and get the next chapter up as sort of present for myself and anyone else who's enjoying this story as well. It's not perfect and it has a few clichés, but I like it anyway so here you go my dears please enjoy. (Also a special shout out to youkai55 whose reviews I look forward to.)
Disclaimer: I don't own Bmfm so please don't sue ...cause all you'll actually get is… some (hold on let me check my pockets) a lent covered mint an old gum wrapper and two pennies. That being said my Oc Chair and The idea for this story are mine as well as any spelling/grammatical errors contained within it.
Chapter 6 ( For your " Bionic Arms" Only)
Excited about the evening ahead Chair put together a tray of traditional movie snacks at the kitchen counter humming a bit of the mission impossible theme as she did.
(Mostly because she didn't actually know any songs from the bomb films)
Before heading out into the living room accompanied by Throttle and Vinnie their arms equally loaded down with an assortment of root beer and hotdog condiments to set up in front of the Tv, While Modo finished (laser cooking) the dogs with Charley in the garage.
When Chair had asked about why they didn't just do the cooking in the kitchen, Vinnie had mentioned that laser cooked hotdogs tasted the best but do to a bit of a mishap.
(Involving something along the lines of hotdog skeet shooting and a small kitchen fire)
Charley no longer permitted them to laser cook anything in her kitchen anymore. Reaching the den Chair placed the snacks down on the well-worn coffee table the tray making a soft plink as it connected with the scuffed wooden top.
While Chair began arranging the snacks for easy access during the movie , Vinnie his arms overloaded with an assortment of bottles and sauces on his way to the table snagged the toe of one of his boots on the den rug fumbling one of the root beers he was carrying as he attempted to regain his footing.
"Heads up!" Vinnie cried as he made a grab for the free falling bottle of pop trying not drop any of the other items in his hands during the process.
At that moment Modo walked into the room carrying a tray of hotdogs his tail quickly whipping out and snagging the fizz loaded bottle out of the air as he walked by before it connected with the floor.
"Careful Bro or the kitchen won't be the only place Charley won't let us in un-supervised." Modo said as he set the hotdogs down on the table and turned popping the top of the root beer bottle as he finished speaking and took a swig.
Throttle gave a chuckle as he placed his own armful of items on the table next to the snacks Chair had brought in.
"We leave Vinnie to his own devices to long and Charley won't be willing to let us stay in the city of Chicago let alone the Last Chance" He added with a teasing grin as he straightened back up to glance over at the younger mouse.
Chair still not completely used to the Martian males more (physical take on playful banter) yelped in surprise and scrambled out of the line of fire as Vinnie in lieu of a response tossed a bottle of mustard in Throttles direction, causing the tan mouse to dodge to the side to avoid the saucy missile.
Throttle side stepping quickly to avoid being clipped, accidently bumped into Chair knocking her off balance.
"Ack!" Chair gave a shrill Cry as she suddenly found herself pitching forward head first into a startled Vinnie, who dropped everything, he was holding in order to grab her, and keep her from falling face down on the floor.
Bottles of root beer and other Items clanged and pinged musically against the floor as Charley appeared in the doorway holding a game box of some kind.
"Thanks for carrying the dogs in for me Modo, while I hunted this down… I know we've got the movie planned and everything but I was thinking a game might be fun as well and I was wondering if you guys…would like to play…Twister?" Charley asked trailing off as she took in the mess of scattered items spreading across her den floor.
Before focusing in on the sight of Vinnie trying to disentangle himself from Chair and set her back on, her feet. Only to have her plucked out of his arms by an irate looking Modo as he alternated shooting a reproving glare between him and Throttle.
Modo grumbled something about bone headed males not knowing how to act around ladies before proceeding to place a somewhat flustered looking Chair down on the couch.
Modo shot the males in the room another look over his shoulder before taking a seat next to her himself, his weight causing the cushion to dip slightly as he settled next to her.
Throttle rubbed sheepishly at the back of his head a moment as he looked back and forth between the slightly ruffled female and the aggravated Male sitting next to her.
"Sorry about that Chair we have a tendency to play a bit rough around here sometimes, didn't mean to catch you in the middle of it though our bad." He said glancing back at Chair.
"My bad actually, Sorry about that doll no hard feelings" Vinnie added interrupting the mouse leader as he bent down to start picking up the mess of items off the floor.
Charley gave a snort of disbelief as she entered the room the rest of the way walking up to stand beside Vinnie.
"I've known you three motor heads going on nearly four years now and I don't remember you ever apologizing to me for stunts twice as wild ,as I 'm sure whatever this one was." Charley said giving Chair a friendly smile as she finished letting her know there was no real hurt or heat behind the comment.
"Ah come on Charley that isn't fair, it's not the same thing. Like you just said, you've been around us way longer, and you're nearly as rough around the edges as we are" Vinnie replied looking over his shoulder while reaching under the table to snag one of the dropped bottles of root beer.
"Well that's great to hear Vinnie… every girl just wants to be told she doesn't count as a lady because she's practically one of the guys." Charley said with dry sarcasm as she watched the white mouse feel around under the table.
Charley eyed Vinnie's crouched form irritably a second her eye's narrowing slightly before suddenly smacking him soundly on the bottom with the game box as his attention shifted back towards the elusive bottle of pop just out of his reach.
Charley fought against the somewhat smug smile that wanted to appear as the unexpected action startled the white mouse causing him to bang his head sharply against the underside of the table making him swear under his breath before looking up at her in shock his mouth slightly agape.
Charley her expression carefully neutral continued on as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened and went about placing the twister box on the coffee table next to the hotdogs,
before making her way over to the other side of the couch to sit next to an amused Throttle who simply raised one of his brows above his glasses at her.
Vinnie recovering quickly stood up rubbing at the sore spot on top of his head. " Aw come on Sweetheart you know I didn't mean it like that" Vinnie said sounding contrite.
"Modo's little doll there just doesn't strike me as having been down off the shelf that often and she startles kind of easy. I felt bad for spooking her is all" Vinnie added with a small gesture in Chair's direction.
Breaking out of her flummoxed state at the white mouse's odd comment Chair glanced up at Modo quizzically as Vinnie continued trying to placate an irate Charley.
" Umm…I'm your, what now?" Chair asked, watching as the large grey male flushed and tensed before looking around almost desperately.
"Oh..uh?" Modo hedged a second looking mildly panicked as Chair stared up at him.
"You know Vinz probably just saying whatever pops into his head to try and get out of the hole he's dug for himself."
"Excuse me I'm going to go get the movie set up!" Modo said hopping up to quickly make his way over to the entertainment center on the other side of the room, leaving Chair to stare after him quizzically, Wondering briefly what had gotten into him before she refocused on the small drama that was winding to an end between Charley and Vinnie.
Modo fought the urge to flick Vinnie in the back of the head with his tail as he passed him on the way to the DVD player, reaching the stack of Movies Modo carefully took his time as he attempted to pop the disk out of the plastic case without accidently shattering it in irritation at Vinnie for having a mouth that moved faster than his brain at times.
Vinnie had made it a regular point to refer to Chair as doll whenever she was in the same vicinity as the grey furred biker, as a way to openly tweak Modo's tail about his interest in her.
(Although him actually referring to her as Modo's was new and probably just a slip up on the younger mouse's part)
It started after Modo had carried an unconcise Chair into Manuals store all those weeks ago he had commented out loud (much to the younger mouse's amusement and Modo's continued embarrassment thanks to Vinz teasing comments) on her looking remarkably like the porcelain doll he had seen in an old photo of Charley's grandmother's house.
But when he'd really gotten a good look at Chair for the first time that was exactly what she had reminded him of all dainty an cherubic with gold curls and rosy cheeks.
(Although that last part was probably do to the heat) Modo thought finally managing to load the disk into the player.
Modo turned grabbing the remote of the top of the TV, tossing it to Throttle on his way to sit back down again.
Still slightly embarrassed Modo eyed the open spot next to Chair on the couch and briefly considered sitting on one of the other pieces of furniture the room instead ,but quickly vetoed that idea as being to obvious an avoidance tactic on his part
(Besides if he was being honest with himself he really wanted to sit next to her)
Modo settled back onto the couch next to Chair (With any luck the movie would hold her attention and Vinnie's slip of the tongue would pass without being commented on further) he thought, risking a small glance in Chairs direction.
As if syncing Modo's gaze Chair looked up at almost the same moment catching his eye with her own, smiling her expression slightly curious Chair leaned over in his direction.
"So which James Bomb film did you pick?" She asked in a low whisper her attention shifting back and forth between him and the screen, as the movie started the dramatic gunshot accented music filling the room as the title sequence began to play.
Relaxing further into the cushions as Chair continued to look up at him guilelessly Modo smiled down at her with barley concealed relief as he replied.
"Goldenfingers I think you'll like it, it's a classic." he answered his attention shifting back to the screen right as a suavely dressed male appeared on it and began openly flirting with the beautiful female sharing the frame with him.
" Aw common Bro not this one again." Throttle said as he leaned forward to snag a couple dogs of the tray in front of him.
" Yeah …Mmmf..what…gives?" Vinnie asked around a mouthful of his own hotdog while simultaneously offering charley one from his other hand.
Charley rolled her eyes in exasperation at his lack of table educate, but accepted the offered dog anyway, reaching down and snagging the bottle of mustard off the floor next to the couch and adding a healthy sized dollop of the yellow condiment to it, passing the bottle over to the white mouse when she finished .
Vinnie grinned at her in appreciation understanding the small action meant the auburn haired female wasn't quite as vexed with him as she had previously let on.
Vinnie added a squirt of the yellow sauce to his own dog and took another bite, before shifting his focus back to the grey male again.
Modo shrugged as he glanced over at the blond haired female next to him a moment before looking at the other males and Charley again.
"it just happens to be my favorite one and I figured Chair might like it." Modo answered unapologetically as he went back to watching the film.
" Oh you two lay of him and enjoy the movie already." Charley cut in before ether of the other males could start in again, glancing pointedly between Vinnie and Throttle a moment before taking a bit out of her hotdog.
"And you really don't have any room to complain." Charley added glancing back over at Vinnie as he opened his mouth obviously about to continue protesting despite her warning.
"it's not like we haven't had to watch that recording of you winning that damn race, complete with your personal brand of commentary at least a half dozen times already." She finished narrowing her eyes sharply in in his direction, her expression causing the white mouse to quickly rethink whatever he was about to say. Vinnie wisely chose to take another bit of his hotdog instead and turned back to TV without further comment, right as one of the many fight scenes' started to unfold.
Chair engrossed in the film to the point she was almost oblivious to the others conversation, suddenly leaned forward reaching across the table to snag one of the hotdogs of the tray. Her leg inadvertently pressing up against Modo's as, her eyes stayed glued to the screen as the fast paced fight sequence wound to an end.
Modo tensed his antenna giving an almost imperceptible twitch at the contact between him and the smaller female, although the action was innocent on Chairs part Modo felt a bit like somebody had just stuck him with a live current the fur along his arms and neck raising a fraction in awareness at Chair's close proximity.
Modo shifted slightly suddenly feeling uncomfortably warm for a reason he wasn't willing to examine too closely at the moment. It wasn't like he and Chair had never touched before they had contact when she rode on his bike with him in the mornings and evenings but this was different.
For one thing on the bike Chair was never directly available to his line of sight except when she was getting on or off of it and, while there was contact it was usually just her hands braced on his sides and his tail wrapped loosely around her waist to help her keep balance on the ride, to and from the garage.
Modo openly admitted to himself that he liked seeing Chair at the garage during the days as well,
He was constantly discovering at least half a dozen new little things about her that she would do during the course of a day without even being aware, that were constantly drawing his attention.
Like the way she tried (and usually failed) not to laugh when Charley and Vinnie got into some of their more ridicules tiffs, or the way her eyes lit up when she was talking about something she liked.
Heck he even enjoyed the way she absentmindedly pulled her hair up on top of her head securing it with whatever happened to be on hand including stray pens or pencils, and once to his intense amusement a variety of multicolored paperclips that had made her look like she was wearing a circlet of rainbows around her head.
Modo shifted a bit so he could better watch Chair's expressive face out of the corner of his eye, as she sat engrossed in the movie ,her eyes widening and her mouth forming a silent oh, as Bomb pulled one of his daring escapes right at the last second possible.
Modo felt his lips quirk at Chair's reaction to the film. Here in the semi dark of the den not only was she where he could more openly sneak glances at her without, her being aware of it, sitting so close to her like this he was better able to pick up her scent as well. A blend of something vaguely sweet and tart mixed with, her own natural smell.
Modo leaned over slightly subconsciously trying to catch a better whiff of it, to try and figure out what the pleasant scent she had coupled with her own was, Jerking in surprise when a small cough drew his attention back to the other occupants of the room.
Modo flushed his cheeks warming substantially as he straightened back up.
(Must have been projecting without realizing it) he thought mildly embarrassed when he caught the knowing looks from Throttles and Vinnie as they both glanced in his direction.
Vinnie openly grinned at Modo's obvious discomfort at having been caught in his mental appraisal of the female next to him. While Throttle the more subtle of three mice merely turned his attention back to the movie his lips quirking up ever so slightly at the corners as Modo muttered something about needing to use the restroom and suddenly stood to leave the room hoping the dim lighting coupled with the darkness of his fur would help hid the blush he could feel creeping up his neck and across his cheeks as he exited the room.
Surprised at the abrupt action chair watched the large male leave the room with no small amount of concern. "Is he ok?" Chair asked her expression troubled as she turned to face the rest of the group.
Charley equally surprised at the speedy departure stared after Modo's rapidly retreating form curiously a moment before shooting an appraising glance between the other two males in the room.
"I'm sure he's fine." Charley replied soothingly even as her gaze narrowed suspiciously at Throttle and Vinnie who both carefully avoided eye contact with her.
"Was it something I did?" Chair asked her voice taking on an anxious note as she glanced back towards the door again.
"Not exactly" Vinnie commented with a chuckle, realizing his mistake as Chair shifted her focus fully back over to him.
"What do you mean?" Chair asked confused as she looked at him.
" If I did something wrong I promise it wasn't on purpose, but I can't fix it if I don't know what I did." Chair added her expression concerned as she stared into Vinnie's slowly panicking one.
Vinnie found it increasingly difficult to look her in the eye the longer she stared at him finally breaking eye contact as he shot a slightly desperate (help me out here Bro!) look over his shoulder in the Throttle's direction.
"What Vinnie was trying to say…" Throttle started trailing off in relief as Modo's silhouette reappeared in the doorway, drawing Chairs attention and Saving him from having to try and sort out Vinnie's verbal blunder
Modo started across the room to regain his seat only to hesitate as he became aware of the curious stares from the others in the room.
"Uh…Sorry about that one to many root beer's before the movie I guess." he said sheepishly as they continued to stare in his direction.
"Oh..Ok." Chair said in relief as she watched the large Male shift awkwardly from one foot to the other a moment before continuing on his way to the couch.
Chair felt the dip from the cushions as Modo's weight caused them sink in notably as he settled down next to her again. Watching him quizzically a few more moments out of the corner of her eye, Chair's attention slowly shifted back to the action on screen as it pulled her back into the rapidly escalating story.
Modo felt the tension he hadn't realized he was still holding on to slowly ebb, as he became caught up in one of his favorite action sequences as Bomb single handedly managed to take down an entire room of armed thugs with nothing but a Swiss army knife and a commandeered hand gun.
Chair becoming more comfortable as the night wore on subconsciously tucked her feet and legs up on the couch absently leaning back further against the cushions as the film neared the halfway mark.
Feeling the small shift in the cushions Modo glanced over in Chairs direction noting the heavy look to her eyes as she continued to watch the film curled up next to him. Modo felt another mildly electric twinge go through him as he watched her relaxed features a moment longer,
Before quickly glancing around to make sure he hadn't inadvertently dropped his mental guards again an drawn the teasing attention of the other males in the room once more.
Modo looked to his left Only to find Vinnie passed out cold , his head tipped back on the couch drooling slightly as Charley dozed next to him her bare feet pressed snuggly against his side as one of the white mouse's arms draped lightly across her legs.
A quick glance in the ragtag groups leader's direction revealed Throttle stretched out asleep as well his soft snores just audible in-between the lulls in dialog emitting from the TV.
Modo started to turn back to make a comment to Chair about them being the only ones to make it through the lengthy film when he felt a slight weight settle against his side.
His eye widening in surprise Modo glanced over to see the thick mass of Chair's gold curls spilling loosely across his mechanical arm as she leaned against him in sleep, her eyes closed and her mouth slightly slack as she tipped against him further.
Modo stared at Chair a moment the sight of her pressed up against him causing his heart rate to speed up slightly. Concerned that resting against his mechanical arm might be uncomfortable for her, if he left her like that Modo attempted to carefully extract it from underneath Chairs cheek, Only to have her shift over into his side when he did manage to pull it out.
Modo froze awkwardly holding his arm up in the air as an unconcise Chair snuggled further into his side his antenna shooting up almost straight in the air as a soft sigh left her lips heating the fur on his chest as it passed through it.
Modo swallowed thickly his tail twitching as he started counting backwards from ten his attention shifting around the room as he desperately tried to think of a way to extract himself from the awkward situation, before finally giving it up as a lost cause when he felt the much smaller female press against him more firmly.
Modo looked down at were Chair lay curled against him, his arm slowly lowering as he gave up on extracting himself and simply tried to find a safe place to rest his arm settling it along the back of the couch for a few minutes before finally lowering it hesitantly to rest lightly against the sleeping female's shoulder.
Modo shifted ever so slightly trying not to jostle Chair as he attempted to make himself comfortable on the section of couch he was currently boxed in on, between her and Vinnie.
His attention shifting briefly back to the TV screen as the main character in typical bomb fashion suddenly commented to the heroin
"Well it would seem I've gone and managed to land myself in another exasperating predicament with you my dear"
"You can say that again" Modo muttered glancing back down at the serene expression on Chair's sleeping face as he did.