Chapter 11: If that's what it takes
"How do I want to do what?" Obviously, Throttle was confused by her question because he raised his head just enough to look at her, his red bionic eyes adjusting as he did.
"I mean, do you want me on my back or do you just want me to turn around while you get down to business?" Charley said, unsure of the best way to word it. A part of her really wanted to get it over with so the doctor could examine her in the morning to see that they had accomplished the mating task.
You're the bravest of hearts, you're the strongest of souls
You're my light in the dark, you're the place I call home
You can say it's all right, but I know that you're breaking up inside
I see it in your eyes
Even you face the night afraid and alone
That's why I'll be there
"Oh. Honestly, I'm in no hurry. I want to take my time to figure out what you like and don't like," he said, smiling warmly at her as he spoke.
"I didn't think..." Charley began to speak as she turned her head to look anywhere but at him.
"I know," Throttle said as he placed both his hands on her chin and tilted her face back to look at him.
"I want to watch you come undone before I bury myself inside you. You need to be really wet to take me." Throttle's voice deepened as he spoke, showing evidence that his desire was starting to build.
Charley softly gasped as he spoke. This was a side of him she had never seen before. She knew he was different in other areas, but she didn't think he would want to please her before seeking his own release. Licking her lips, she pondered what it would be like to really kiss him. They had shared a brief, chaste kiss on her birthday back on Earth. But this wasn't Earth, and it wasn't her birthday. This was Mars, and she was now married to the tan furred mouse as his second wife. She wondered if he would do things with her like he did with Carbine and wanted to ask him, but her voice got trapped in her throat as she swallowed down her thoughts.
When the storm rises up, when the shadows descend
Every beat of my heart, every day without end
Every second I live, that's the promise I make
Baby, that's what I'll give, if that's what it takes
If that's what it takes
"I did do a lot of homework on human female anatomy and watched some very interesting videos. Strictly for research purposes," she said, watching the blush stain his fur as he smiled down at her.
She couldn't believe it. He had actually watched porn in order to get a better idea of how to make her have an orgasm. She wanted to cry some more over his thoughtful nature. She was also curious as to what he learned as well. She knew that porn was definitely not reality. It was a fantasy, but he could have obtained a few ideas that might work in this situation.
"Impressive. I like that in mouse," she smiled up at him as she felt the warmth of his palms radiating through her chin.
"I thought you might. Let's have something to eat, and I'll pour us some Martian wine," Throttle suggested. Clearly, the wine was meant to ease the tension between them, and a glass or two wouldn't affect the baby.
You can sleep in my arms, you don't have to explain
When your heart's crying out, baby, whisper my name
'Cause I've reached out for you when the thunder is crashing up above
You've given me your love
When you smile like the sun that shines through the pain
That's why I'll be there
"That sounds nice," she responded, feeling his hands leave her face as he guided her to the kitchen counter for dinner. She took a slice of pizza and watched Throttle retrieve a bottle of wine from the refrigerator. The wine's deep hue made her question whether it was red or just the bottle's color.
"It's best served chilled," he remarked, taking two emerald green wine glasses with gold etchings from a cabinet.
"Your judgment is fine by me," she murmured, watching him fill the glasses with wine while she toyed with the locked bracelet on her wrist.
"Right now, you're the only one I trust completely," he said, offering her a glass, which she accepted with thanks.
"You know, you didn't have to spend much on this," Charley remarked, holding up the bracelet.
"I didn't. This bracelet originally belonged to my mother, and to her mother before her. It has been handed down through nine generations of second wives before coming to you," Throttle explained.
When the storm rises up, when the shadows descend
Every beat of my heart, every day without end
I will stand like a rock, I will bend 'til I break
'Til there's no more to give, if that's what it takes
I will risk everything, I will fight, I will bleed
I will lay down my life, if that's what you need
Every second I live, that's the promise I make
Baby, that's what I'll give, if that's what it takes
"What? How old is it, and why would you entrust me with something of such sentimental value?" Charley mused aloud as she sipped her wine, noting its sweet, fruity flavor with a bubbly sensation.
"It comes with a story," he said with a laugh, reaching for a slice of pizza.
"I'm eager to hear it," Charley responded, seizing a slice of pie for herself. She took a bite, then looked up at him with a smile.
"Okay. The bracelet's original owner was a second wife, deeply cherished by her husband, who had it specially crafted for her, akin to your Taj Mahal. He personally mined the gems and metal, then fashioned it in his own workshop. The tale goes that it took him over a month to finish. He presented it to her on their first anniversary; he hadn't been able to afford one at their wedding, so he created one himself. She was pregnant with another soldier's child, just like you," Throttle explained.
"Wow, what an act of love," Charley marveled. She became the tenth wife in his lineage to don this bracelet, an item of immense value with a poignant history. After finishing her slice and the last of her wine, she set the glass on the counter.
Through the wind and the rain, through the smoke and the fire
When the fear rises up, when the wave's ever higher
I will lay down my heart, my body, my soul
I will hold on all night and never let go
Every second I live, that's the promise I make
Baby, that's what I'll give, if that's what it takes
"Each woman who has worn this bracelet was a second wife, and they all bore sons to whom they bequeathed it. Thus, the love was twofold. The sons were spared the expense of buying a bracelet that was a token of love for their second wives. This bracelet is the sole survivor of wars through the ages. No others remain. All men are required to buy new ones," Throttle declared.
"It's beautiful. I promise to take great care of it and cherish it," she said, smiling as she placed her other hand over the bracelet, holding it close to her heart.
"I know you will. I can't imagine anyone else wearing it who would understand its significance. Even if you weren't my second wife, I'd still want you to have it," he confessed.
Charley felt the warmth of the wine seeping into her body, relaxing her for the first time that day. Suddenly, everything seemed like it would be okay—the first time she'd felt this way since Vinnie's passing. She missed him still, but she knew Throttle would look after her and their child well.
"How are you feeling?" he inquired, noticing the flush of warmth in her cheeks.
"Better than before. Though I do feel a bit warm," she acknowledged.
"Then the wine is serving its purpose," he laughed, placing his hand on her cheek and watching her smile back at him.
"Is that your grand scheme? To get me slightly tipsy to smooth things over," she teased.
If that's what it takes
Every day
If that's what it takes
Every day
"No. I want you to be aware of everything I'm doing as I do it and to remember every moment," he replied, leaning in to brush his lips against hers. She exhaled, feeling an unexpected new warmth blossoming within her.
:FOR THE FANS:
For Yankee71, thank you for the review. I know it's taken me a while to get back around to writing but, I'm getting back into the swing of things. I do plan to continue working on each of the stories and getting them finished up. I do have a novel in the works that I haven't touched in quite some time but plan on getting back around to it after I finish these stories up.
For hellbunny6987, I will definitely read and review your story on my next day off, which will be Wednesday and you're welcome for the shout out. I understand when kids act up. Both of mine are grown but I now have a 10 month old grandson who doesn't mind getting into all sorts of trouble. He's close to walking now but he gets very busy when he's crawling. He finds it amusing to be chased.