Chapter 4

All through the night, Modo sat against the headboard in Angie's bed with Charley in his lap, vigilantly feeding her tiny spoonfuls of honey and lemon juice. It was four in the morning before Charley started to get her color back and fell asleep in Modo's arms. Modo heaved a long sighed of relief, kissed her forehead, and slowly pushed himself away from the headboard with his bionic arm so they could lie down and sleep comfortably, while still holding Charley with the other.

Angie was the first to wake up around eleven with Vinnie's arm holding her tightly spooned against him. She quietly disentangled herself from him and made her way up the stairs into her bedroom to have a peek at Charley. She opened the door to a beautiful sight that brought a lump to her throat.
Modo was lying on his left side, his dress shirt and boots cast aside, holding Charley with both arms, his muzzle buried deep in her hair. Her face was snuggled into his chest and her legs nestled between his two big ones. They looked so happy she felt awful having to wake them up, but she had to be sure Charley had made it through the night okay.

"I think she's gonna be alright Angie ma'am," Modo, who'd heard Angie coming up the stairs, brushed the hair away from Charley's face and looked at Angie with a smile.

"You're good. Hardly anyone can ever hear me coming," Angie grinned at him, and put the back of her hand against Charley's forehead. She had a slight fever but it was normal after what her body had just endured. Her forehead was clammy but feeling the heat coming off of Modo, she wasn't worried about it being related to the poisoning.

"You're right. She's gonna be just fine. We got her just in time," She sat on the bed and sighed with relief.

"I didn't get a chance to thank you last night," Modo smiled appreciatively at Angie.

"Don't mention it," Angie brought up her legs to sit cross-legged and yelped in surprise, almost falling off the bed, when Vinnie came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, yawning.

"Mornin' sweetheart," then looking at Charley he looked at Modo who smiled in return, "She looks a lot better than she did last night. Phew! I'd hate to go through that again."

"Go through what?" Throttle leaned in the doorway, and couldn't help but grin at how happy Modo looked.

"Where's Kass?" Angie kissed Vinnie's cheek and stood up.

"In the kitchen. Said she was throwing some breakfast together," he chuckled when her face paled.

"Oh jesus! Last time she cooked she ruined my Teflon pan set," Angie left the room and ran downstairs yelling, "Don't you dare touch my new Teflon set!"

Throttle laughed as he watched her run down the stairs until she was out of sight, then turned back to the Vinnie and Modo.
"How she doin'?" Charley stirred when the two other mice sat down on the bed.

"She's done better, thanx," was her response as she rubbed her eyes sleepily.

"Mornin' darlin'," Modo kissed her forehead and let her sit up. Charley tried to push herself up but her body was so weak her arms started to shake from the effort.

"Slowly Charley-girl," Vinnie took her elbow and helped her sit up.

"Thanx," running her tongue over her teeth, and cringed, Yuck! I wonder if Angie kept the toothbrush I brought here last week... Inching over to the side of the bed, Charley got up slowly and made her way over to the bathroom.
"Be right back guys,"

While Charley was in the bathroom, Modo sat up against the headboard and rubbed the fur on the back of his neck.
"So, when do we pound Greaseface and the big cheese?"

"Right after breakfast I hope. I hate fighting on an empty stomach," Vinnie lay down on the bed with his arms behind his head.

"Yeah me too. I wonder if Angie's got cheese danishes," Modo's stomach rumbled in agreement.

"Aw yuck! I hate cheese!" Vinnie made a gagging noise and propped his feet up on the bed.

"Vinnie, you are some mouse," Charley walked out of the bathroom looking a lot livelier. She'd washed her face, brushed her teeth and brushed her hair into a messy bun at the top of her head. Modo gasped at the sight of her slender neck and delicate female features, it's the same as my dream…

Seeing and feeling his intense stare, Charley felt heat spreading through her body. God he's sexy… she reached out with her hand and ran her fingers through the fur on the top of his head.
"You okay Modo?"

"Just fine darlin'," he wrapped his metal arm around her waist, coaxing her over. Loving the feel of his arm around her, she decided to play with him. Angie will probably say that it's healthy and that it'll help me recuperate, she laughed to herself.

"You sure about that?" her fingers made their way down to his strong jaw line and over his mouth. Kissing her fingers, Modo could see that she was in a playful mood and was more than eager to play with her. He ran his other hand up her bare leg and stroked the back of her thigh.

"I don't know… I'm feelin' a little weak all of a sudden," grinning, he brought her closer until she had one knee on the mattress.

"Ookkk! That's our cue," Vinnie and Throttle made for the door and closed it behind them.

"You think they should be gettin' it on like that?" Vinnie gestured to the door with his head, and blushed when Throttle laughed at him.

"Since when do you question sex? I bet Angie will say it's fine. Besides, Modo'll take it easy with her. He cares too much. Come on. Maybe the girls have some food set up on the island Charley puked on lst night."

"Aw bro! that's disgusto!" Throttle laughed at Vinnie's shocked look and raced him down the stairs.

Meanwhile…
"Feelin' weak… well that's not good," reaching down to kiss him, but stopping short of their mouths actually making contact, she spoke softly against his muzzle, smiling when his jaw flexed in anticipation, "I think I have a remedy for that,"

Charley closed the distance and put her mouth on his, softly at first, but she became more and more fiery as she deepened the kiss. Modo was surprised by her vigor and matched her hunger by pulling her onto his lap and running his hands up the back of her thighs, under her dress, to cup her ass in his big hands. He moaned excitedly when he didn't feel any underwear; just the most discreet of g-strings.

Charley got up on her knees, leaning the front of her body against Modo's chest and cupped his upturned face. She couldn't seem to get enough of her big mouse. She ran her hands up and down his chest, loving the feel of him quivering under her hands when her fingertips ran over his nipples. She wanted to touch, taste, and feel more. She leaned down and found his nipples in his fur with her tongue and lapped at them, then sucking, and then lightly biting them, bringing out low growls of arousal from Modo.
Running his big powerful hands up her body, under her dress, he raised it carefully and gently pulled it over her head.
Charley felt beautiful under his gaze as he ran his hands up and down her curves like he did his beloved motorcycle.

"You're more beautiful than I ever dreamed," his hands reached around, unclasped her bra and slowly peeled it off her. Starting to feel shy, Charley crossed her arms over her chest and blushed from head to toe.

Seeing her cheeks turning to beautiful rosy hue, Modo chuckled and ran his big hands up her arms and shoulders. He leaned forward and kissed her shoulder, making his way up her neck. Blowing softly into her ear, he ran his tongue along the contour and then nibbled on her earlobe.

"Mouse charm really is devastating," Modo chuckled against Charley's temple at her breathless confession and brought up his legs, urging her to lie back while untucking her legs from under her and bringing them forward on either side of him.

"Just wanna be careful darlin'," Charley smiled and reveled in all the attention, letting her arms be pulled away from her chest when he took hold of her wrists. She blushed again, and shyly turned away. Modo took her chin in his hand and turned her back to him, the hungry look in his eyes making her gasp in excitement.

"I've wanted you for so long. Dreamt of this so often. But nothing compares to seeing you now. You're breathtakin' darlin',"

"Thank you..." looking up at him she smiled shyly then playfully, "You're not playing fair. You're still dressed… sort of," seeing that he was wearing only his pants from the night before, she stretched in his lap, feeling more and more beautiful under his ravenous stare. He moaned and held her tightly against him with his hands when her cleft rubbed against his arousal

.
"Damn you feel good," while leaning down to suck on a nipple, and growing harder at her throaty gasps and moans, he undid his pants, and lifted his hips up just enough to pull them out from under him. Charley leaned away from his legs and pulled them off the rest of the way and threw them on the floor.

The only barrier between them was her g-string and his boxer-briefs. Seeing the size of the bulge in his underwear, Charley was suddenly a little anxious. Catching her uneasy stare he thought back to his dream, smiled, and leaned forward, kissing her neck.

"It may be big, but it's very gentle," Modo lengthened even more remembering how it had ended, but more so at the reality that the woman he'd dreamt about on countless lonely nights was sitting naked in his lap.

"Ummm," Charley let her head fall back against his knees as he brought her closer. Her worries appeased, she let herself sink down lower in his lap relishing in the intimate contact. Gently biting her neck, Modo growled and quickly turned the tables on her, putting her flat on her back with him on top.

"So that's how you wanna play… I'm game," Smiling he brought her legs up over his enormous shoulders, gripped her thighs tightly in his big hands and grinned at the shocked looked on her face.

"Modo, honey... what are you…ohhh god," Charley's back arched off the bed as he nuzzled her g-string aside and gently inserted his tongue, licking softly… tasting.
"Modo…" panting and holding on to his shoulders, she arched again, his unrelenting mouth sending her over the edge time and time again over what seemed like an endless period of time.

"You taste so good darlin'," he put her legs down and moved himself upwards between her legs until he was leaning on his hands on either side of her head.

"My turn," running her hands down his chest, past his waist, she reached into his boxer briefs and stroked the head of his cock with soft inquisitive fingers.

Modo moaned, the cords of muscles in his neck tight as he forced himself not take her like an animal. He took hold her wrists and held them above her head in one of his massive hands.
"Not this time darlin'. We're gonna take this nice and slow. Don't want you to tire yourself out after last night," he held tighter when she tried to free herself.
"Uh uh," he leaned down and bit her neck wihle rocking his hips against her.

"Please…" arching her hips to meet his, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing him harder.

"I can't stand it anymore," reaching down with his free hand, he ripped off her g-string, and practically ripped off his own underwear he was so eager to sink himself inside her. Chuckling at his enthusiasm, Charley ran a leg up his leg and thigh until her foot rested at the small of his back, pressing him down to her. At the feel of his shaft rubbing against the soft skin between her thighs, Modo's eye closed, overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure just that little touch caused.

"Little minx," he gasped through a crooked grin, "you're playin' with fire," he poised himself above her, her hips arching ready for him.

"I like taking risks…" She bit his shoulder, and arched up, her softness touching his.

That was his undoing. He took hold of his shaft inserted hismself slowly in her scented warmth and buried his muzzle in her hair, moaning as wave after wave of excruciating pleasure washed over him. His back started to shake, and he broke out in a sweat trying to control himself. Charley's soft gasps and moans as well as her muscles clasping his cock tightly nearly sent him over the edge. Get a hold of yourself… she's still recovering… as though wanting to contradict him, Charley brought her legs up higher around his waist and arched her hips, grinding against him.
"Darlin'," the fact that he could still speak was beyond him, "you have to take it easy." He wrapped his tail around her waist, keeping her still.

He controlled all the movements with his tail and hips, taking his time, relishing in her little noises of pleasure. Charley bit her lip fearing that the others would hear her, but Modo nuzzled her mouth open with his and tasted her pants and soft whimpers.
Nearing the edge, Modo couldn't hold back anymore. He let go of her wrists long enough to sit back on his knees and sit her on his lap, facing away from him. His tail wrapped around her wrists and kept them up around his neck. Taking her hips in his hands he lifted her up and down on his cock, faster as he felt himself coming. Feeling her muscles spasm around his shaft, seeing throw her head back against his chest in abandon, as well her breathless scream, he knew she had just climaxed. He joined her and spilled himself inside her while let out a low guttural groan of pure pleasure.

"Oh momma," was all Charley could say when her heart slowed down to its normal rhythm. Modo chuckled urging to lay down with him by pulling her atop him.

"I love you," Charley whispered against his chest, and rubbed her cheek against his soft fur.

Taken aback by her confession, Modo's heart soared and he held her tighter to him with his metal hand while running his other hand through her hair and kissing the top of her head.
"I love you too darlin',"

Completely exhausted and sated, they fell asleep. He pulled the blanket up with his tail and covered Charley up to her shoulders. He smiled when her breathing slowed to an even rhythm, telling him she was already asleep. He closed his eyes and joined her in a peaceful slumber.

"Well, did you poison that monstrous mouse?"

"D'Uh yeah boss! You should have seen it. I put it in the first glass he poured. I did good this time huh?!" Greasepit hooked his thumbs behind the straps of his overalls, very pleased with himself.

"Whatever do you mean, 'the first glass he poured'," Limburger asked disconcertingly.

"Well, he poured one. Then another. I think it was for that mecanic back at the garage,"

Covering his face with his hand, he asked through clenched teeth,
"Did you actually see him drinking the one with the poison in it,"

"No, but I did see that girl fall unconscious. Maybe it was his costume… I should try dressin' up too for Halloween next year…"

"Oh shut up!" Limburger slammed his fist on his desk and walked around to Greasepit.

"Greasepit my dear boy. Do you realize what you have just done?" He put an arm around Greasepit's shoulders and let him towards the door.

"D'Uh…no?"

"You've just given that grotesque rodent an excuse to come here and destroy my tower!…Again!" He yelled as he threw Greasepit out the door.