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Tails of Chicago	By : SylverIce2 Category: +1 through F > Biker Mice from Mars Views: 2634 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Tails of Chicago
- 1
            In the few months that I’d lived in Chicago, the city had become more and more deserted. My apartment, once in a not-so-bad section of town, was now smack in the middle of one of the worst neighborhoods. Every time we talked, my mother urged me to come home, but I always refused. I couldn’t afford to move, and if I left, it would be like admitting defeat.
            My bartending job at O’Reilly’s paid the bills, but the walk home was dangerous. A couple nights a week, I could bribe the bouncer into giving me a ride, but that was both expensive and a struggle.
            Which is why I was walking through the deserted, gang-ridden streets at three in the morning, alone, with a hundred bucks of tip money that I was too stupid to just hand over. I caught a backhand across the face for my trouble, falling to the ground and cracking my skull on the hard pavement. I heard a motorcycle engine rumbling closer, and the thug mugging me muttered something about bad luck and took off.
            I looked up, blinking a black and silver bike into mostly-not-double vision.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> The rider was a big guy, all lean toned muscle wrapped in jeans and leather. His helmet covered his face, but I realized as he swung off the bike that he had a tail.
            I rubbed my eyes, looking again. The tail was still there. As he came closer, he also appeared to be covered in fur. “I got hit harder than I thought.”
            “You okay, babe?” His voice was a husky growl, not muffled at all even though he was still wearing the helmet.
            “I think so. Provided, that is, that you really do have a tail and I’m not hallucinating.” I was staring rudely, but couldn’t seem to stop.
            He chuckled throatily. “It’s cool then.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He pulled the helmet off, and I realized that he was a mostly-human-looking mouse. Even though it was dark, he was wearing sunglasses.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “Name’s Throttle.”
            “Alli.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I took the hand that he held out to me, my fingers sliding over the slick leather of his fingerless gloves, and he helped me up. Standing made my head spin unpleasantly, and I put my other hand to my temple.
            Throttle tipped my face towards the dim light from the streetlamp, and whistled.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “That’s going to be a good bruise.”
            “Yeah.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> But at least I still have my tips.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I took a tentative step, but the ground tilted up to meet me. Throttle caught my arm, keeping me upright.
            “C’mon.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I’ll give you a ride home.”
            “It’s not that far.” I took another step, his hand falling away from my elbow. “I can make it.”
            “I’m not going to hurt you. Or do you just not want to take help from me?” There was an edge to his voice that hadn’t been there, and he seemed tense.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I glanced back at him, shrugging one shoulder.
            “I have difficulty taking help from anyone. I’m very stubborn, according to my mother.” I closed my eyes, trying to make the world stop spinning.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “I think I have a concussion.”
            Throttle wrapped an arm around my waist and helped me onto his bike.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “C’mon, Alli-girl, let’s get you home.”
            “Two blocks up. 657-D.” I wrapped my arms around his waist as he slid on in front of me, and buried my face in the leather of his vest. The ride was mercifully short, and Throttle simply picked me up and carried me to my apartment.
            I fell asleep before we even reached the door.

            I woke up on my couch, Throttle bending over me. “Wake up, babe. Doctor’s orders.”
            “Whaa-?”
            “You can’t sleep long, with that crack to the skull you took.”
            “Oh.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Right.” I pushed my hair out of my face, remembering that that had been the case years ago when I fell off my horse and smacked my head.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “How’d we get inside?”
            “I found your key. You haven’t been out long.” He gestured into the kitchen. “Mind if I use your phone?” I nodded, and he turned around, which pretty much put him in my kitchen. He dialed a number, and started speaking softly with someone named Charley. He was done a moment later. “Thanks.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I just wanted to let them know I wouldn’t be home for a while.”
            “Them?”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I swung my feet off the couch, and sat up, offering Throttle a seat.
            “My buddies, Modo and Vinnie, and our friend Charley. She runs the Last Chance Garage.”
            “I know the place.” It was a rundown looking cement building a couple minutes walk away. I’d never paid it much attention, mostly because I didn’t have anything in the way of a vehicle. “So you guys all live together? Are, uh, Modo and Vinnie, you know, like you too?”
            “We came to Earth together – we’ve been trying to stop what’s happening to Chicago.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Throttle’s hands tightened on his knees. “It’s the same thing that happened to Mars.”
            “Bummer.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I knew what he was saying was important, but it was hard to care when my head felt like it was going to split open.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I slouched on the couch, my head tipped back and eyes closed.
            “Hurts like hell, doesn’t it?” Throttle chuckled again, and I resisted the urge to hit him. The sympathy in his voice belied the notion that he was laughing at me.
            “Yes.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Yes it does.” The throb of pain was in time with my heartbeat, and I almost wished my blood would stop pumping, just so the ache would go away.
            “So now you know why I’m here. Why’re you in Chi-town? Especially living in this dive?”
            “It wasn’t a dive when I moved here six months ago.” I rolled my head to crack one eye at him. “Classic story of rebellion. My mother and I stopped being able to communicate meaningfully, so I took off. And now, I’m mostly refusing to go home because I don’t want to admit that I made a mistake.”
            “Hmm.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Throttle rubbed his eyes, still not taking the sunglasses off. “Sounds like you’re in a jam.”
            “It’s not so bad. You can take those off, you know.” When he looked at me in surprise, I gestured idly to the glasses. “Why’re you wearing them, anyway? It’s dark.”
            He hesitated, hand hovering near the shades. “It’s…not a pleasant story.”
            “Nothing ever is.” I opened both my eyes so that I could look him in the face. He took the sunglasses off, and I could see that his eyes were a bright red.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “I’m guessing that that isn’t normal for Martians?”
            “We were experiments.” He shook his head ruefully. “I mean, we were always mice. But…when we were captured, we were experimented on. My eyes, Modo’s arm, half of Vinnie’s face – all sacrificed to the psychotic whims of a mad doctor.”
            “That sounds…horrifically painful.” I reached out and brushed my fingers across the soft fur of his temple.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “At least the sunglasses suit you.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Though you don’t look bad without them.”
            He didn’t say anything, but a hint of smile was tilting the corners of his mouth.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He seemed perfectly human, normal, not at all like an alien. I had to hope that he wasn’t some crazy dream that my subconscious was creating.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> My eyes were slipping closed again, tired battling with hurt and winning.
            “Babe.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Babe.” Throttle’s voice was just this side of panicked, and I blinked groggily up at him. “Stay awake.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> His hand was warm on my neck, easing some of the throbbing ache.
            “Mmm.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I held his hand still, half a smile managing to work its way onto my lips. “Talk to me some more.”
            And he did. He stayed with me as the sun rose over the city, only letting me sleep a few minutes at a time, and told me all about what was really happening in Chicago. I learned more in that one night about him than I had learned in whole previous relationships about the guys I dated. Finally, around nine in the morning, he was starting to look pretty tired too.
            “Sleep?style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Real sleep?” I looked up at him pleadingly, and he leaned down to look me in the eyes. Whatever he saw must have convinced him.
            “Yeah, Alli-girl. You can get some real sleep now.” He helped me up off the couch, and stretched himself. “I’m gonna go and hit the hay too.” He looked as tired as I felt.
            “You can’t drive like that.” A worried frown tipped my lips down, and he pressed a finger to the edge of my mouth.
            “I’ve been through worse.”
            “I didn’t say you hadn’t. What I should have said was, I’m not letting you drive like that.” I caught the finger, and pulled on him a little.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “You saved me, and then you sat up with me all night. Least I can do to repay you is let you catch some sleep.” Stumbling a little as my weary feet tried to keep up with my brain’s mission of finding the bed, I led him into the cubbyhole that the realtor had called a bedroom. The only thing that fit in the room was my queen-sized bed, and even that was a tight fit.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Before I fell face first into the inviting covers, I realized that I was still wearing my dirty work clothes.
            When I came back from the bathroom, more suitably attired for bed in an oversized tee-shirt and shorts, Throttle was still standing in the doorway of my room.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “What’sa matter?”
            “I should go.” He eyed me warily, and I sighed.
            “I promise, I’m way too hurt to compromise your reputation. But we both need to sleep. And then I’ll make you some waffles.” I crawled under the covers, and gestured imperatively for Throttle to join me.
            I heard him sigh, and then the soft thump of his boots hitting the floor.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> A minute later, he slid into the other side, bare-chested and divested of his bandanas and glove.
            If I hadn’t hurt so much, and been so tired, I might have ogled him a lot more.

            True to my word, late that afternoon I made him waffles. There’d been an awkward few minutes when we woke up tangled in the sheets and each other, but when all I did was laugh at the situation, Throttle seemed to relax. I wasn’t sure if he was worried because he was a guy, or because he was a Martian.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I mean, do giant Martian mice even find human girls attractive? It was a question I wasn’t willing to bring up, especially when I’d just met him.
            I also didn’t point out to him how glad I was that he was real, and not the fevered product of my imagination.

            He left after we ate, and I didn’t expect to see him again. I mean, sure, we’d hit it off a bit, and talking to him was great – I’d told him a lot of things that I don’t normally think about – but seriously, how many guys will hang around after they’ve done all that and not gotten anything more than waffles?
            So I was really surprised when he stopped by the bar a few nights later.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> It was almost closing time, and nearly empty as it was a Monday, but he still kept his helmet on. His voice was exactly as I remembered it.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “Hey, babe.”
            “Throttle.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I caught the glass before it could slide out of my fingers, and smiled. “Can I get you anything?”
            “Whatever’s on tap.” He seated himself at the end of the bar, and watched me as I pulled the glass and slid it over to him.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I filled the last few orders from the regulars, and took my cleaning rag down to the end he was seated at.
            “What’s up?”
            “I was in the area. Just thought I’d stop in and see if you wanted a ride home.” He sounded…embarrassed? Definitely not at ease. His discomfort made my smile grow, which pulled at the giant bruise along my jaw. When I winced, he reached out and touched the purple skin carefully. “Some doozy, Alli-girl.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> How’s the head?”
            “Better.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> No more dizziness, and the headache is finally over. All that’s left is that bruise, which is going to stick around awhile, I think.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I patted his hand and moved to duck under the gate. “Let me clear these guys out, and I’ll be about ready to go.”
            “Sure.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He sat and sipped his beer as I threw the last diehards out and locked up. He’d finished his drink by the time I’d counted the drawer, stashed my tips in my purse, and put the last load of glasses in the dishwasher.
            He took the long way back to my apartment, showing me some of the destruction that he’d spent the last few days trying to stop. It was a fascinating tour, though a chilly one; neither of us had thought about the fact that my thin cotton shirt and Capri pants wouldn’t protect me from the cool night air. Throttle apologized profusely back at my apartment, standing a little too close to me as he helped me off the bike. I didn’t mind, as his warmth radiated from him.

            It became a habit; every other night or so, Throttle would show up at the bar and have a single drink before he drove me home. Sometimes he’d take me driving, some nights it was straight back to my place because he had to go out and patrol with his friends.
            Slowly, it morphed into hanging out. I reflected sadly that I didn’t have anyone to watch a particular movie with, and he ended up coming in to watch with me. Another night, he brought a movie with him, and invited himself up.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Then there was the night that I begged him to stop and pick up Chinese take-out before he brought me home, because I was starving.
            Pretty soon, we were spending most every night that he picked me up together.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> It was comfortable, being around him.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He was the first friend that I’d made in Chicago, and that friendship went a long way towards making it easier to believe in my decision to stay. We’d sit on the couch, my feet in his lap, and watch movies, eat take-out or popcorn, and talk. We talked about everything; I’d never met either Vinnie or Modo, but I knew everything about them. I could picture Mars, their spaceship, even what a Plutarkian looked like without a mask.
            Throttle even taught me some of the tricks that his way-more-technologically-superior motorcycle could do. That was the night that I met the guys. They were patrolling – mostly just riding around, like Throttle did, and spotted the bike.
            “Hey, bro!” The lighter voice and red bike belonged to Vinnie. “What’s jamming?”
            “Not much.” Throttle wheeled the bike around to exchange high fives. “You guys?”
            “Nada.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Modo pulled up on the other side, and saw me, his eyes widening behind the filter of his helmet.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “Ma’am.”
            “Whoa, bro, who’s the lady? Aren’t you going to introduce us?” Vinnie peered at me, curiosity stamped across the features not hidden by the metal plate.
            “Modo, Vinnie, this is Alli.” His tail wrapped around my waist, and I ‘eeped’ in surprise. I’d almost forgotten that he even had a tail.
            “Hi.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I waved, blushing at the undignified sound that I’d made.
            “Was there trouble?” Modo looked around, his eye glowing faintly.
            “Not tonight. It’s been quiet.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> We were just out riding.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Throttle sounded cautious, and I realized that he hadn’t been telling the others where he was going when he came to my place.
            “That’s good.” Modo frowned as he leaned in to look at me closer.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “Did someone hit you, ma’am?”
            “Alli, please.” I grinned at him, and he nodded. “And I did get hit, but that was weeks ago. I thought I’d healed.”
            “Still a little bit of yellowing, right here.” Vinnie ran a finger down his cheek to show me. “It’s not real noticeable.”
            “That’s good.” I didn’t know what else to say. With Throttle’s tail wrapped around me, it had to be obvious that I knew they were mice.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Between that, and the fact that Throttle had obviously kept me a secret, it was awkward.
            Vinnie broke the silence. “So this is what you’ve been off doing? That sucks.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He dug into his pocket and passed Modo a five-dollar bill.
            Modo grinned. “He bet you were brooding, o fearless leader.”
            “It should have been a safe bet. Let’s face it – Throttle is the brooder, Modo is the polite one, and I’m the sex on two legs.” He struck a pose, and I giggled, earning me a hurt look. “You don’t see it?”
            “Well, I haven’t gotten to see you do anything heroic. But Throttle saved me from a mugger, and stayed with me to make sure that I was all right when I had a concussion. That’s a lot of points, placing him in the lead for my sexy action hero title.”
            “Hear that. Alli-ma’am thinks you’re sexy.” Modo grinned at Throttle while Vinnie just whistled. “C’mon, Vinnie.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> We’d better let them get back to their date.” They pulled away, waving, and I could hear Vinnie wailing about the lack of hot chicks in his life.
            Throttle was sitting very still and completely silent. I could feel him breath, and his tail was still holding me tightly.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “Throttle?”
            His tone was soft when he spoke. “I’m sorry.” I was released, and he leaned forward, his head in his hands.
            “For what? Vinnie and Modo teasing me?style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I’ve heard worse.” I shrugged. “Only thing you should apologize for is startling me into making that silly noise.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I didn’t realize your tail was that mobile.”
            He seemed to shake off the weird mood that had settled over him.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “It’s pretty useful.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He snaked it around me again, lifting me off the bike’s seat. “See?” style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He caught me in front of him and I could hear the grin in his voice. “Wanna drive for a bit?”
            “Really?”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He was all heat everywhere we touched; it radiated off of him, relaxing me.
            “Sure, babe. I’ll be right here.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He guided me, and I got to drive all the way back to my apartment. When he let me off, he was smiling. “Maybe we’ll have to find you a bike of your own.”
            “Nah.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I turned to go inside, looking over my shoulder. “It’s much more fun to ride with you.”
            He was staring up at my window still when I got inside. I sent a silent thank you to Vinnie – he’d answered some of my questions.
            Turns out that Martians are attracted to human girls.

            It was a few days before Throttle showed up at the bar again. He drove me home, and we ended up watching a monster movie double feature on cable. Dawn was beginning to light the sky when the second movie ended, and I stretched, yawning, as we shifted towards getting up.
            Throttle paused at the door, glancing back at me. “Hey, babe?”
            “Yeah?”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I leaned down to grab the bag of trash from our Chinese food, and when I turned back around, my biker friend was staring at me with an intent look on his face. “What is it?”
            “We were thinking of going out to the lake today. Grilling some dogs, maybe playing a little football.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He paused, and though I couldn’t see his eyes behind the sunglasses he’d slid on in preparation for leaving, I knew he was watching me. “You wanna come?”
            I thought about it. It was my one day off, and I’d been planning to catch up on sleep and maybe do some grocery shopping.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> But the offer was tempting, and I found myself nodding. A grin brightened Throttle’s face. “Great.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I’ll pick you up around two-thirty, then, okay, Alli-girl?”
            “Sure.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I locked the door behind him, and went to bed, trying to decide what to wear to a mouse-outing.

            I settled for jeans and a baby-doll-cut tee shirt, along with sneakers.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Part of me wanted to wear something a little sexier, but knowing that I’d be riding on the bike put flight to any of those fancies. It could be cold when going that fast, even if it was a nice spring day. Throttle gunned the engine as he and the guys arrived, and I ran down to meet him, sliding onto the bike behind him and leaning into his body.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “Hey.”
            “Hey yourself.” He gestured, and three bikes took off down the road, Vinnie yelling in delight.
            They’d strapped the cooler to the back of Modo’s bike, and took no time at all to set up a pretty little picnic. They’d brought mostly hot dogs and root beer, which was perfect for the setting.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> A few minutes after we arrived, another girl showed up, walking from the parking lot where she’d left her truck.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “Hey, guys!”
            “Charley!”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Vinnie waved his bottle of root beer at her, nearly bouncing out of his skin.
            Modo and Throttle were more subdued, but I could tell that that all felt really close to the girl. She’d been the first person on Earth to make them welcome, and I knew that she’d been a part of their lives since they’d arrived. But I still had to tamp down the flash of jealousy as she greeted Throttle.
            We ate, most of the conversation being carried by Vinnie and Modo as they challenged each other to football. As soon as they were done, they were racing for their bikes, Throttle not far behind them with a football in his hands. I couldn’t figure out what they were doing, until I realized that they were planning to play the sport while on their bikes.
            It was an impressive display. Not only were their bikes able to do some impossible-looking stunts, the sheer athletic ability that the mice possessed was breathtaking to see in action.
            At some point while I was watching, Charley had sat down at the picnic table across from me. “So you’re Alli?”
            “Yeah.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I smiled at her, my eyes darting back to Throttle every so often. “You’re Charley.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Throttle’s told me a lot about you.”
            “He hasn’t said much about you.” She studied me, looking puzzled. “You’re the first person that any of them has ever invited out with us.”
            “Really?”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Surprise made me turn all of my attention to Charley. “Are you serious?”
            “Yeah.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> She shrugged. “I thought that I was the only person in the city who knew any of the guys.”
            “But – “ I stopped, thinking about it. Throttle had never said that he knew anyone else. Maybe that was one of the reasons why we got along so well so quickly. Neither of us really had many friends. “I didn’t realize.”
            “Yeah.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> How long have you know Throttle?”
            “Almost two months now? Maybe a little longer.” I shrugged, turning my gaze back to the game. Vinnie nearly collided with Modo, dropping the ball right into Throttle’s hands.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> There was a quick scuffle, with Modo emerging victoriously clutching the ball. We watched for maybe another half an hour, sitting in a companionable silence.
            “Hey, babes.” Throttle abandoned his bike for the empty space next to me on the bench, the battle between Vinnie and Modo escalating. He glanced back at them. “Modo’s going to shoot the ball soon.”
            “Shoot – “ My mouth dropped open as, sure enough, a few seconds later Modo’s metal arm opened to reveal a laser gun, and he shot the ball out of Vinnie’s hands, incinerating it. “That’s a game-ender.”
            “Yup.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Charley started laughing, which set me off, and by the time a disgruntled Vinnie and a sneering Modo came over, we were all laughing at them.
            “Good going, Vinnie.” I gave him a thumb’s up, trying to stifle my laughter.
            “Damnit, Throttle, tell your girl to shut up.” Vinnie’s angry words made everyone stop dead. Charley and Modo exchanged an uneasy glance, neither looking at me or Throttle, who was starting to rise from the bench with an angry look on his face.
            “Screw you, Vinnie! Tell me to shut up yourself!” I stood quickly, getting in his face and shaking a finger at him. “Or aren’t you a big enough boy to talk for yourself?”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> While it didn’t exactly diffuse the situation, at least it got the attention away from his words, and back on his fragile male ego. He took a shot back at me, and I snarled something back at him, and a few minutes later we’d both forgotten what exactly it was that we were fighting about.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> When I sat back down, a little huffy from the exchange, Throttle casually draped an arm over my shoulders.
            “Nice, babe, real nice.” He chuckled, and I couldn’t help but grin.
            “Vinnie had it coming to him. He’s all bloated male ego.” He started to say something, but I just stuck my tongue out at him. He spluttered for a minute before Charley said something to cool him off.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> As we sat and talked and the guys bounced around play-fighting, the sky gradually darkened, clouds rolling in to cover the sun. The first few drops of rain made us scramble to clean up, and then, suddenly, the sky opened up, dumping rain on us full force.
            “Oh damn.” I scraped wet hair out of my eyes, feeling bedraggled.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Charley didn’t look any happier about the situation. Modo whistled for his bike, hefting the cooler, and shook his head.
            “You ladies should get out of the rain. We’ll follow.”
            “You want a ride, Alli?” Charley dug her keys out of her pocket, starting to head for the dry warmth of her truck.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I glanced over at Throttle, who was watching Modo tie down the cooler.
            “Nah.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I’m already wet, so I’ll catch a ride with Throttle.” I ignored the smirk as Charley turned to hurry away, but returned the wave. Slogging my way through the wet grass, I wished that I’d worn boots instead of sneakers.
            “Alli-girl?”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Throttle swiped a hand across my wet face, his sunglasses looking very out of place in the downpour.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “I thought you’d go with Charley.”
            “I’d rather ride with you.” I tugged on his arm, getting him to lean down a bit. “Besides, I’ve got some new movies, and I was going to see if I could tempt you.”
            “Probably.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He grinned at me, and whistled, his bike sliding to a stop next to him. “Hey, bros! We’re outta here.”
            “See you later, man.” Modo waved, while Vinnie made kissy-faces at us. “Bye, Alli-ma’am.”
            “Bye, guys.” I got on the bike, but Throttle slid on behind me, pulling me into the lee of his body.style="mso-spacerun: yes">
“I don’t want you to fall off, so I’ll hold onto you this time, okay, babe?” His breath tickled my ear, and made me giggle as I nodded.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He hadn’t put his helmet on, and before I could realize what he was doing, he’d set it on my head.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He activated the mask with the touch of a button, and the world turned into a hazy green glow. It smelled like Throttle, warm and musky and masculine.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He leaned into me, his arms around me as he gripped the handlebars, and the bike took off, moving faster than I’d ever dreamed possible.
He slalomed the bike around corners, whipping through the rain-washed streets of the deserted town as though pursued by demons. It was exhilarating, all the more so because of how our bodies would slide together. His every muscle was tight, tense with both controlling the bike, and with the reaction he was having to our friction.
When we reached my street, I was practically panting. He felt so good wrapped around me, his scent washing over me, and I wanted more.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He sent his bike home, and followed me into the building, walking a little slowly. We were both soaked, but he had fewer clothes to be wet.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “I gotta change. You want something drier?”
“You have anything that’ll fit me?” He looked at my slight frame, and then down at his own bigger one. I stuck my tongue out at him, and nodded.
“When I was still living at home, a lot of my friends would leave things behind. I have some comfy pants that’ll fit you.” It took me a minute of digging, but I finally found the pair of soft cotton flannel pants that one of my high school friends had forgotten after Prom. I tossed them to Throttle, and winced as the motion made wet hair whip into my face.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I dug out something for myself, and ducked into the tiny bathroom to change. My teeth were starting to chatter, so I grabbed some towels on my way out to the couch.
“That…was wet.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I scrubbed my hair with a towel, after throwing the other to Throttle. He’d changed out of the wet leather vest and soaked jeans into the pants, and was slouched comfortably at one end of the sofa. I shivered, the tank top and yoga pants not doing nearly enough to warm me. Wrapping the towel around my shoulders, I snagged the comforter off my bed before joining him on the couch.
“You’re shaking.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He rubbed his fur with the towel briskly, and then pulled me closer, his hands taking over drying my hair for me.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “I shoulda made you go home with Charley.”
“Don’t be silly.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I’d have been just as wet and cold either way.” I leaned into his shoulder as he tossed the towels toward the bathroom. I reached up and braided my hair back quickly, wrapping an elastic around the end. “Which movie should I stick in?”
“Doesn’t matter to me, babe.”style="mso-spacerun: yes">
I reached into the rental bag and grabbed one, sticking it in the player without bothering to read the title. Once I had the remote in hand, I jumped back under the blanket, raising an eyebrow at Throttle in invitation. He slid closer, and we both shifted around uncomfortably until finally I stood up, wrapping the comforter around my shoulders. “Lie down.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He’d taken the sunglasses off, so when he blinked at me in confusion, I could see. “C’mon, Throttle. Lie down.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Get comfortable.” I saw the light dawn, and then he looked uneasy.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I sighed. “I am wet. I am cold.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> You are now dry, and you are an oven.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I fully intend to suck all that heat off of you. Now move.”
“Yes, ma’am.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Grinning wryly, he stretched out on the couch, propping his head on his elbow and watching me.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I threw the blanket over him, and crawled under it. It took me a minute of wriggling, but finally, I was situated perfectly, curled into the curve of his body. He was silent as I wiggled around, except for when I snugged my butt into his lap and he caught his breath. He wasn’t at all sure where to put his hands, so I grabbed one and wrapped it around my waist, holding his hand against my stomach.
The previews finished playing, and the movie came on, and we both let our attention wander to it.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I probably should have looked at what I was putting on; I’d grabbed the Charlie’s Angels remake, and it was…all girls. A little action, a little sexy, it definitely worked as a date movie.
But technically, I didn’t know if this were a date. Which just made it awkward. Especially when I shifted into Throttle and realized that he was definitely interested in either the movie, or me.
Which made me wish fervently that it were me. Which lead to me thinking things that I shouldn’t be thinking about because they were probably illegal in most states. Which made me jump about a foot off the couch when Throttle asked me what I was thinking about.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “W-why?”
“You were…”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He trailed off, and then starting talking again, amusement in his voice. “You were purring.”
“Uh. Was I?” Shit.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> It probably wasn’t the best thing in the world to be doing around a mouse, was it? My fingers went slack, slipping off of his.
“Yeah, babe.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> You were.” He surprised me by splaying his hand over my stomach, pulling me tighter against him. “What were you thinking about?”
“N-nothing.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Breathing was definitely not an option, as heat spread from his hand through my tummy, and lower. style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “Throttle? What’re you doing?”
“I’m not sure, babe.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> His husky voice was so low, I’d almost call it a growl. My head tipped back, and I could see that he was staring intently down at me. His head dipped, and I felt breath warm on my lips, just before he kissed me. For a second, it was the strangest sensation in the world, and then my mind was taking a break and nothing seemed weird at all about the fact that I was being kissed into a puddle of goo by a giant mouse.
I twisted in his arms, his hands cupping my hipbones and helping me turn, and then my own hands were running over his lean muscles and soft fur. I squirmed, trying to get closer, trying to shift back so he had space to touch me, and then, in an undignified flail, I fell off the couch onto my butt.
As I sat on the floor, wondering how I’d ended up there, Throttle peered over the edge of the couch at me.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “Babe?”
“Yes?” I rubbed my hip where I’d landed, and then the ridiculousness caught up to me and I started laughing. My reaction didn’t do much for Throttle, who looked a little offended. “No, Throttle – I – I fell off the couch. How r-retarded is that?”
“Ah.” A slow grin spread over his face. “That’s a lot better. For a second, I was worried you were laughing at me.” His tail snuck out of the blanket and picked me up, pulling me back into Throttle’s arms. He sat up a bit, wrapping me in both himself and the comforter. “Now you can’t get away.”
“Wasn’t trying to get away.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I shrugged, smoothing my hands down his forearms as he held me. “Just wasn’t thinking.” We sat silently, neither sure what to say after that. The movie kept playing in the background, but I doubt that either of us could have explained what was going on. The silence started driving me nuts. “Soooo….” Throttle tensed, and I glanced up at him.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He shifted, so that I was sitting between his knees. Leaning back, I watched him look out of his element for the first time. He was one of the most confident people I had ever met.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Seeing him look uneasy was unsettling.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “Where’d that some from?”
He hesitated, then asked, “Are you upset?”
“I didn’t think that you were dumb, but apparently I was mistaken.” Resisting the urge to roll my eyes, I continued.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “I don’t know about Mars, but here on Earth, girls don’t kiss back if they’re upset.”
“Take it easy, babe.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I haven’t dated in a long time, and I’ve never done the interspecies thing.” He smoothed a hand down my arm. “And sometimes I can’t tell what you’re thinking.”
“What do you mean?”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I had always worried that I was blatantly obvious in what I was thinking.
“Sometimes you look at me like you want to eat me up. But then, you freeze up, like suddenly realizing I’m a mouse freaks you out.”
“I was freaking out because it’s generally considered rude to ogle one’s friends.” His arms tightened around me, and I leaned up to press a kiss to his jaw. “I could care less that you’re a Martian. Provided….”
He raised an eyebrow at me, and I blushed, not sure how to finish the sentence. He must have realized, because he chuckled. The throaty sound made my stomach tighten up.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He whispered in my ear, “Provided everything matches up?” Still blushing hotly, I nodded. “No worries there, babe.”
“That was the first thing Vinnie investigated, wasn’t it? The pervert.”
“Vinnie’s the pervert?style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I’m the one who’s been thinking dirty things about you.” His smile was half-serious, and I patted his arm.
“So long as you share.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I ‘eeped’ again as Throttle lifted me in his arms, getting us both off the couch and taking the few steps to reach my bed. He dumped me down, and I bounced on the mattress, scrambling backwards as he crawled after me, tail lashing behind him.
Just before he claimed my lips, he whispered, “Oh, I’ll share. All night long.”

Afternoon sunlight streaming in through the blinds woke me. Throttle was stretched out next to me, head hidden under a pillow.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “Morning.” I pressed a sleepy kiss to his shoulder, but got no response.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Pulling on my robe, I made a pot of coffee, bringing two mugs back to bed with me.
He was awake, his fur rumpled.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “Coffee? Babe, you rock.”
“Thank you.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I handed him the cups, taking one back after I was safely settled next to him. “Sleep well?”
“What sleep I got.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He grinned at me, sipping his coffee as his tail wrapped around my free wrist.
“What’s your plan for the day?”
“Patrolling.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> We’re meeting at Charley’s for dinner, and then we’ll go out.” He swallowed the last of his coffee and glanced at my nearly-full mug. “You should come. We can drop you at work after.”
“Okay.” I handed him my cup, and he grinned, finishing it quickly.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “How are they going to react?”
“Don’t know ‘til we see them, babe." He sounded confident, but there was definitely nervousness hiding in his eyes. Throttle pulled his now-dry jeans on as he slid out of the bed, sidestepping easily in the small space as he headed for the kitchen.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He began making an early lunch, while I showered and dressed for work. We were just sitting down when my doorbell rang. Throttle started eating, while I went to the door, expecting Vinnie or Modo, or even Charley.
I didn’t expect my mother to be standing there when I opened the door. “Mom?” I heard Throttle throw himself into the bedroom.
“Hi, baby!style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I was getting worried about you, since you just refuse to come home, and now there’s this mystery man that you’ve been hinting at. So I came for a visit!” She bustled past me, dropping her suitcase on the couch. She made a slow turn, taking all two and a half rooms of my apartment in.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “Oh, baby, I’m sorry – I didn’t mean to interrupt your lunch.” Frowning, she glanced at me, and I thanked my lucky stars that I’d gotten dressed.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “Two place settings?style="mso-spacerun: yes"> You didn’t know I was coming.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Do you have company?”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Her voice dropped to a low hiss.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “Do you have a man here?”
Sighing, resigned, I nodded.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “Throttle? Come meet my mother.” He eased out of the tiny bedroom, smiling nervously.
“Ma’am.”
“Wh-“ She took in the fur, the ears, the tail with wide eyes; she glared when she saw the biker vest that he’d thrown on. “Wha-“ Her eyes rolled back, and down she went.
“Y’know, Throttle, I’m not sure which was more upsetting.” I knelt, fishing in her purse for the smelling salts I knew she carried.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “Seeing you’re a mouse, or realizing you’re a biker.”
Throttle stayed back, trying not to laugh. “Maybe she just spotted all the wrappers?”
“What?” I peered past him even as I shook the salts under Mom’s nose. “Oh crap.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Sure enough, there was a pile of empty condom wrappers on the shelf over my bed.
“Allison?”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Mom’s eyes fluttered open, and she held a hand out to me. “Was I seeing things? Or was that man a giant mouse?”             “Throttle is a Martian.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Mouse. Both.” I bit my lip.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “He’s also the guy that I’ve been talking about.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I made a subtle gesture at my room, and I saw Throttle’s tail ease the door shut silently. “I like him a lot, so please don’t start.”
“But – “ She was staring at him, rudely, and I pulled her to her feet and sat her on the couch.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “I expected a nice boy from what you were telling me! Not a – a- biker mouse!style="mso-spacerun: yes"> What kind of future can you have with him? What about kids?”
I saw a strange look on Throttle’s face – almost wistful. “There’s always adoption, if we can’t have kids. Whatever. It’s not your concern, Mom. You just need to not offend him, okay? I really like him, and I’d like him to stick around.”
Nodding, looking vaguely shell-shocked, my mother waved a hand at the kitchen table.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “Finish eating. I’m sorry that I barged in.”
“It’s all right, Mama.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I ate, complementing Throttle on the food, and we both ignored my mother’s start of surprise at hearing that he’d cooked.
After, I walked Throttle out to the alley where he’d left his bike. “Sorry about that.”
“It’s cool, babe.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He kissed me, pulling me tight against his body. I struggled to breath through the tidal wave of lust the move inspired in me. “She staying with you?”
“Probably.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I dug my fingers into his muscled shoulders, going on tiptoe to nip at his jaw. “It’s a shame, cause I was hoping for a repeat performance.”
“Mmm. A lady who can keep up. It’s my lucky day.” He kissed me again, deeply, his tail twining around my upper thigh.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “Why don’t you stay with me while she’s here?”
“That is a brilliant idea, if you’re sure.”
He pressed hot kisses to my lips in punctuation. “Oh, I’m sure.”
“Then pick me up after work?”
“Of course, Alli-girl.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He bent to nibble my neck.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “Don’t forget to bring the box.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I’ve got plans for you.”
I was still flushed from his words and his kisses when I went back upstairs to suffer through my mother’s lecture about sex outside of marriage. It didn’t have the same punch as usual; while she had five condom wrappers to throw at me as punctuation, she had to stop to reword her speech a couple of times, taking into account Throttle's mouse-ness.

By the time my shift at work was ending, I'd had enough time to start worrying. I'd never been to Throttle's place, and we still didn't know how Vinnie and Modo would feel about me being there, and…by the time Throttle showed up to get me, I was going neurotic with silly fears.
I shouldn't have worried.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Throttle had taken the time to clear everything up with his roommates, and they both acted like there was nothing strange about me sleeping over.
Which was really nice of them, considering how thin the walls were.

My mother didn't stay the whole week she'd planned on; one mouse biker was bad enough, but three was beyond her ability to cope. I'd thought so, which was why I invited the others to come over for dinner. After a couple of hours confronted with the reality of my friends in the tiny cramped confines of my apartment, she packed up and left the next morning. We call each other, but we've agreed to keep our distance.
Though I'll probably force her to come to the wedding. Charlie and Vinnie finally took the plunge, after watching how happy Throttle and I were together, only they've decided to make it legal. Well, as legal as a Martian/human wedding can get.style="mso-spacerun: yes">
Modo's charming a little bar maid from my job, and she seems really good for him. He says he's not going to subject her to our lasciviousness until he's sure she's not going to run.
Just because he's walked in on us a few times in rather compromising positions, doesn't mean that we're wild sex maniacs. Okay, we are, but he still doesn't have to make us sound indiscriminate.
In the end, though, it doesn't matter what anyone thinks of us. Because of a fluke chance, I met my knight in shining leather, and even though he's got fur and a tail, that doesn't make me feel any less swept away than a proper fairy tale princess should be.
And best of all, I get hot Martian sex all the time.
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