Chapter 19: Is there a doctor in the house?
As Kat walked into the bar, she took her jacket off and made her way over to the counter. Tonight, she wanted something heavy duty in her system. Kat ordered two rounds of tequila and downed them both before grabbing a third one and making her way over to the massive fireplace on the opposite side of the room.
She had spent the last several weeks patching up freedom fighters and rescued civilians. Tonight, she was going to set her sights high on the one mouse who had been too much of a gentleman to make a move. Modo, was the mouse she wanted tonight and for many more nights. She played the good doctor whenever they were near each other, which was normally while she was working. But, tonight, they were both off work and she had an itch that needed to be scratched by the big guy.
As she made her way across the room, her eyes never left Modo. She had been drooling over him ever since they first met several years ago. Of course, he was a bit too naive to pay much attention to it. But, she had every intention to of getting and holding his attention.
Downing her third shot, she came up beside the big gray mouse and gave him a gentle nudge. He looked down at her, looked back up, and then his head spun back down to look at her. She smiled when she noticed that his jaw was hanging open. She knew this outfit was going to grab his attention and was very glad that she had saved her pennies just to get.
"Kat, ma'am. You look amazing" Modo couldn't believe his eyes. He had always thought Kat was attractive but, tonight she looked amazing.
Kat wore a white boat neck style shirt with three-quarter length sleeves. She paired it up with a high waist red and white candy-striped skirt that was snug at her waist with a dramatic flare that went down to her knees. Her long blond hair was pulled neatly away from her face in a high ponytail.
"Thanks. So do you" she could feel the tingling from the tequila as it made its way through her system. It had been so long since the last time she let loose and wanted to have a good time.
"Kat?" he wanted to ask her something but, was to nervous.
"Modo, how about we go back to my place and talk?" she knew it was suppose to be a question but, her words were beginning to slur a bit.
"Okay. You sure?" he wanted to make sure that he was hearing her correctly.
"Oh yes. I'm very sure" her voice went husky as she ran her fingers through his arm fur, causing him to shiver a bit as a cold chill ran down his spine.
"Then let's go" he didn't want to sound too excited about finally getting to spend time with Kat. He placed an around her narrow waist as they made their way across the snow dusted street to Kat's tiny cottage. He noticed her hands were shaking as she was unlocking the door.
"Cold?" he inquired as he placed his hands over the top of hers, hoping to warm her.
"No. Excited would be closer to the truth" she admitted as she looked up at the gray giant, feeling the warmth of his massive hand on hers.
"Why's that?" he asked, hoping she was telling him what he was hoping for. He had liked Kat ever since they first met several years ago but, feared to ask her out due to the fact of his injuries.
"Modo, you excite me" she said as she nudged the door open with her foot and gently pulled the big guy into her home.
"Oh, Kat, ma'am, I was hoping that's what you were saying" he gushed as he closed the door behind him and then pulled the sexy nurse into his embrace.
Take me now, baby, here as I am
Hold me close, try and understand
Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe
Love is a banquet on which we feed
Her breath caught high in her chest as she continued to gaze at Modo. Moving back, slightly, she studied his chiseled features and she read the gentle tenderness in his eye. Her gaze drifted down to linger on his generous mouth and suddenly had the compelling urge to kiss him. It was all she could think of. Goodness knows, she had tried to ignore the unexplained need for him that she had felt since the first day they met in her operating room about four years ago. But, the yearning she had tried in vain to keep hidden from him now welled up inside her.
Cupping his face in her hands, she leaned up and gently touched her lips to his. It was a brief, chaste kiss. One of curious and almost childlike exploration, testing the feel of his mouth against hers. The immediate, spontaneous pressure her returned was warm and welcoming, telling her with silent reassurance that she could explore his lips, mouth, his whole body, to her heart's content. She drew back and their gazes locked.
Desire, raw and hot, had replaced the tenderness in his eye, now glowing like smoldering embers. He had become very still, hardly breathing but, she could feel his muscles flex as he shifted her a tiny bit higher in his arms, giving her easier access to his mouth. She slipped her arms around his neck and kissed him once more. This time she ran the tip of her tongue across his lower lip to discover once again the wonderful taste of him.
Her trembling fingers slipped into his shiny gray fur to pull his head still a fraction of an inch closer. This time, as she ran her tongue across his lips, he opened them. The firm touch of his tongue, vibrant and urgent and responsive, invited her in and insisted the she stay there. Her soft tongue grazed against the hard edges of his teeth as she memorized every fold and curve of his mouth.
Come on now, try and understand
The way I feel under your command
Take my hand, as the sun descends
They can't hurt you now
Can't hurt you now
Can't hurt you now
"Am I hurting you?" feeling a pang of guilt, even though his injuries were already healed.
"I'll you if you hurt me" he said with a throaty laugh. He took the tip of her finger to his strong teeth and nipped it lightly, then brought it further into his mouth, only to slid it back out again in a provocative, symbolic gesture.
"Maybe after an hour or so, I'll have to beg for mercy from such agonizing torture" he joked.
"I wouldn't want to cause any further injury" unable to hide her answering smile, she snatch her hand away to place it safely behind his neck. Lifting her chin, she met his twinkling eye.
"I trust that you, Dr. Kat will be gentle with me" he murmured in a voice thick with desire as he bent his head.
This time it was his turn to kiss her. His questioning tongue pressed insistently between her lips, then entered with expert boldness. As they kissed, he slowly released her legs and set her down on her feet, allowing the soft curves of her figure to slide down the rock-hard length of him.
His hands moved to her sides, gliding up over her hips and waist to bracket her breasts. As he cupped their fullness beneath the white shirt, his thumbs circled their tight, aching crests. Wherever he touched her, a current of sensual arousal swept from skilled fingers across her responsive body. With facile expertise, he was unleashing within her all the hidden yearnings she had locked away and repressed for the past several years. Silently her pliant body begged him to release her from the cumbersome tight white shirt, to bring his mouth down to replace his fingers, to flick her taut nipples with his moist tongue. With a ragged sigh, she raised up on tiptoe, lifting herself higher, stretching her arms to pull him closer.
As if reading her thoughts, he slipped one powerful arm around her and brought her tight against him. Lifting her slightly, he brought her hips snugly against his lean frame.
"Spread your legs and ride me, wild Kat" he said, breaking the kiss to murmur in her ear. Beneath his blue denims, he was fully aroused.
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
She nodded her head. He lifted her higher, his strong hands sliding under her buttocks to open her thighs and guide her legs around him. She knew exactly what he wanted her to do and wrapped her legs around his hips, clinging to him.
Cupping her bottom with both large hands, one metal and one flesh, he lifted her up to claim her lips with his open mouth. She pressed herself against him and moved in a slow, sinuous, instinctual dance of eroticism. She wound her fingers through his fur and returned his kiss, her tongue caressing and stroking him with all the longing that burned inside her.
She broke the kiss, her breath coming hard and fast, and placed her cheek against his. "Modo," she panted in his ear, almost pleading in her desperate need, "I want you."
His hands slid back and forth beneath her buttocks. With unhurried deliberation, he began to unbutton the waistband of her skirt.
She rock against him in a movement as old and instinctive as mankind. "I want to pleasure you also."
As the soft words whispered in his ear, Modo stopped, frozen in breathless silence. For a brief moment her bent his head and buried his face in the graceful curve of her neck and shoulder. Then he slid his hands up to her tiny waist and lifted her down.
"Do you know what you're asking?"
"Yes" she looked up at him through enormous dark blue eyes hazed with passion.
Slowly, carefully, he stepped back, allowing her time to gain control over her rampaging emotions. "Are you certain that you want to lose control with me?"
Have I doubt, baby, when I'm alone
Love is a ring on the telephone
Love is an angel, disguised as lust
Here in our bed 'til the morning comes
"Yes. I want to kick it into over drive."
It had not been his plan to rush her so quickly. Rather, he'd foreseen a long, patient siege that would test the limits of his willpower. He wanted her body, as she wanted his. But, he wanted more that just her willing flesh and fur. He wanted her mind and heart and soul. He could rush her headlong into physical consummation, seducing her so swiftly that the unfulfilled hunger coursing within her would block any doubts she might have.
Modo caught both of her hands in his and brought them to his muzzle. Slowly, he pulled her shirt out of the waistband of her skirt and slid it over her head. The delicate, feminine scent of her rocked him. He was like a man driven wild with thirst at the first of an oasis. He dropped the flimsy white material onto the floor behind them. He revealed her smooth blond fur covered shoulders.
She met his gaze with a tremulous smile. In her eyes shown desire and curious expectation. She reached up to him, her fingers skipping lightly over the metal arm and came to rest trustingly on his uppers arms. He turned his head and ran his tongue on the inside of her arm, them nipped at the blond fur on her shoulder.
"Oh kitty Kat, how I have wanted you. You are a feast for my famished body. I shall devour you with my lips and my tongue and my hands till I have tasted and learned every curve and hollow of your sweet body."
At his whispered directions, she braced her hands on his shoulders while he knelt on one knee and removed her heels. Then he unbuttoned her skirt and allowed it to drop to the floor. Remaining on both knees in front of her, he moved his hands up the back of her silken calves and thighs. She stood before him, clad only in a lacy bra with matching underwear. Clasping her soft, round buttocks in his hands, he pulled her to him with a growl and pressed his hungry lips to her feminine softness.
Come on now, try and understand
The way I feel under your command
Take my hand, as the sun descends
They can't hurt you now
Can't hurt you now
Can't hurt you now
"Modo" she groaned as she gently pulled on his ears.
He nuzzled her there, beneath her lace garment, then lifted his head and met her look of astonishment with a smile. Sliding his fingers across her flat stomach, he covered her small breasts with his large hands. She took a quick, intake of breath and stopped pulling on his ears. One by one, he unhooked her bra, his fingers barely stumbling over the exacting task.
He rose as he pushed the garment aside. Her breasts were finally revealed to him and he held them cupped in his rough hands. She was perfectly, in his mind, her up-tilted breasts were high and firm with round taut nipples. The raging, mindless, primal drive to dominate, to take at will and keep for his own, roared in his loins, threatening to destroy his iron control. With shaking hands, he gently removed her delicate lace panties and dropped them on the floor with the rest of her clothing. He had no intention of frightening her away with his rough aggressiveness that was due to his desire for her. Not now. Not when he was so close,
"You're so beautiful, Kat" he whispered hoarsely as he encased her rib cage with his hands and lifted her up in front of him. Bending his head, he touched one pink bud with his tongue and she stiffened with excitement in his grasp. He could hear her drawing in quickened drafts of air and her breasts rose and fell rhythmically as she breathed. He suckled her greedily, moving back and forth from one swollen nipple to the other.
"By the Gods" she moaned, arching her back towards him.
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
With a tender smile at her words, he let her slide down the length of him before he swung her up in his arms and carried her to her bed.
Kneeling on one knee, Modo laid her gently onto the soft purple and white comforter. He pulled away from her just long enough to remove his boots, denim jeans, and his armor. His engorged manhood was fully erect, springing from from the gray fur that surrounded it. When he turned back to her, he found her watching him with fascination. He was a big mouse and next to her slim figure, his broad frame and muscular bulk loomed even larger. He realized how frightening he must appear to her. Even though her medical training assured him that she had precise knowledge of the male anatomy, given his generous natural endowment and the likelihood that she very rarely laid with a male.
He laid down on the blanket beside her. Slipping one arm around her slender waist, he turned her toward him. He brough her face and shoulders above his head so she could brace her forearms on his chest. He reached up and lightly stroked her cheek.
Tendrils of blond silk, falling free from her ponytail, framed her features. Her eyes sparkled with wariness and something more. She watched him in eager anticipation, her ips parted to reveal glimpses of her teeth.
Whispering seductively in her ear, he took her small hand and guided it down to his engorged shaft.
Her musical laughter tinkled above him and she shook her head at his audacity but, her tapering fingers explored him with a gentle caress before moving away to rest on his abdomen. She looked down at him with sparkling eyes.
With love we sleep, with doubt the vicious circle turns, and burns
Without you, I cannot live, forgive the yearning burning
I believe in love too real to feel, take me now, take me now, take me now
He reached up and took her lovely face in his hands. His thumbs rested on her fragile cheekbones; he callused fingertips were buried in her now loose ponytail.
He removed the tie that held her hair in place and let it fall to the floor. Then he ran his fingers through the mass of golden blond waves that cascaded over her shoulders. The silken strands wrapped themselves tightly around his long fingers as though vibrant with a life of their own.
With his hands buried deep in her lustrous hair, Modo pulled her face down to his. His open lips covered hers, his tongue sweeping across her parted teeth and into her mouth. He rolled over on top of her, trapping her beneath him. He rained kisses over her brows, her lids, her cheekbones, and nipped her pert, dainty nose, then traced a hot path with his tongue across the delicate bone of her chin, down the silken column of her throat, and delved into the hollow of her collarbone.
As he moved across her soft body, he described to her in specific detail just what his tormented body wanted of her and what he would give her in return. He urged her to touch him, to traverse his male body with her soft little hands, just as he was discovering hers.
Kat gazed up through shuttered lids at the magnificent male leaning above her. In a state of near helpless capitulation, she was assaulted over and over again with his all-consuming sensuality. She lay pinned beneath his hard body, like an exhausted swimmer sprawled on a raft, battered by wave after glorious wave of pure physical pleasure brought on by the touch of his mouth and teeth and tongue. She was drowning in a tide of passion. As through a mist, she could hear him talking to her, his beautiful deep voice telling her it was alright to touch him. Her body responded as though it had a will of its own. Her hands roamed everywhere, feeling the tense corded muscles of his chest, his arms, his thighs, as they leaped reflexively in a lover's welcome to her merest idly stroked the warm, firm velvet of his manhood.
Vaguely she heard his quick intake of breath each time she touched him so intimately, followed by a low, happy rumble deep in his chest like a cat purring in contentment.
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to lust
Because the night belongs to lovers
Saying anybody saving face belongs to her
"I've wanted to touch you like this from the first moment I saw you, Modo" she confided. Languorously she moved her hands across the firm pectorals of his chest, up his strong neck, to trace his soft jawline with the tip of her finger.
Through the haze of sexual arousal that engulfed her, she sensed that his was listening to her rambling words as he bent and suckled her. She didn't realize he was until she felt him ease his hand over her one leg and down to her foot. Then his long fingers slid up the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, and he touch her mound, deftly opening her most secret parts to his exploring fingertips. He bent over her and gently kissed her there, as he slipped his fingers inside her.
"Modo," she breathed. She could feel her muscles clutching against him, involuntararily responding to his manipulations. "It's been...It's been a really long time..."
But, Modo had already discovered that. Her passage was incredibly tight. The primal male thrill of possessing her stabbed through him. When he took her, she would finally be completely his.
He had brought her to full arousal. He positioned himself between her thighs, grasped her hips securely with his hands, and slowly sheathed himself in her vulnerable flesh. Bit by bit he drove into her and the tightness of her passage gradually stretched under the steady pressure he exerted. He moved in her gently, withdrawing and reentering, his throbbing shaft inching into her honeyed resistance a little further.
His further started to glistened with a fine sheen of perspiration, he braced himself above her on his forearms. His breath came harsh and ragged. His body shook, struggling against the control of his iron will as he held back the unconquerable onslaught of pure male lust.
"I'm tryin' not to hurt ya, Kat" he whispered hoarsely.
She met his gaze with unflinching acceptance. I know," she said. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she lifted her head and kissed him. "Do it," she pleaded. "Take me now."
Imprisoning her beneath the weight of his large frame, he held her body secure for his thrust. He moved his hips against hers, sliding his swollen shaft in rhythmic strokes, building up the need within her. Then he drove his full length into her, removing the last of any barriers between them.
Just as he had marked her with his forceful invasion, she had managed to find her way into his heart. One he thought would never happen.
Shattered, one physically, one emotionally, they remained in each other's embrace as her body slowly began to stretch and accommodate him. For Kat, the initial discomfort was soon replaced by the wonderful feeling of completeness, as though, as last, the two partial circles of their physical selves were joined onto one whole. Two halves meshed as one. Conquest and surrender changed into bliss. Aggression and submission into harmony. Male and female into love.
"I'm alright" she whispered reassuringly. She slid her hands to his face and caressed his cheeks.
He smiled down at her with aching tenderness. "I'm glad."
As he spoke he began to move within her, plunging and retreating, in steady, rhythmic strokes. Her body responded, moving of its own volition, picking up the increasing tempo. Sparks of white-hot excitement ignited within her, fueled with each thrust and withdrawal. She was pulsating with a fierce, uncontrollable need, chasing after some unfamiliar goal. Her breath came short and fast. She panted like a runner, striving for the race's final trophy just beyond her reach.
"Don't worry, Kat, we got all the time we need" he sensed her sensations slipping away and continued his driving onslaught.
His words of absolute confidence and selfless passion, coupled with his plunging ride, brought her to the edge of fulfillment. With each rapid thrust, the burning ache heightened till her sense were filled with only his presence. Every nerve in her quivering body reached for him. She breathed in his male scent, rubbing her face against his muscled shoulder, touching his fur with her tongue. His thrusts rocked her, jarring her body with jolt after jolt of mind-consuming pleasure. Each breath was a tortured gasp, coming faster and faster as she felt herself start to cross the brink, to feel the outermost edges of the explosion that was about to engulf her. The detonation consumed her, tossing her about in a rolling shock waves of sheer, perfect, exquisite pleasure. Somewhere in the midst of the whirling sensations that enveloped her, she heard herself call out to him in a cry of total female surrender.
He continued to drive into her, hard and wild, increasing and extending the pleasure she reaped, until his great body suddenly stiffened and tensed with the convulsions of release. Before he had a chance to withdraw, his seed spilled into her. Gasping for air, he rested the weight of his body on his forearms before rolling over onto his back, stretching out beside her, and gazed up at the ceiling. Kat turned and leaned up on one elbow to look at him. Before she could even say another word, Modo's eyes were closed and he fell fast asleep. Smiling, she laid down next to him, an arm wrapped protectively around his waist, and closed her eyes to join him in peaceful slumber.
Sorry it took so long to get this chapter done. If anyone has any questions, comments, concerns, or something that you would like to see featured in one of the upcoming chapters, please feel free to let me know. Many CYBER HUGS to everyone.