A Memory | By : ladytrys Category: +1 through F > Biker Mice from Mars Views: 1512 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I don't own Modo or the Biker Mice From Mars and I am making no profit off of this story. Copper Van Speed is MINE, no takey! |
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It had been three years. Three years since Modo had crashed on Earth with his bros, three years since he had stepped foot on Mars, three years since he had heard from the lady mouse who continued to haunt his dreams.
Copper Van Speed…he remembered her as if she was still with him. Her laugh as they joked together at one of the remaining bars on Mars, her sly smile and the way she held her ears, the determination across her face as she took out a Plutarkian or sand raider from a thousand yards away with her sniper rifle, or, his favorite but most sorrowful, their last night together.
One last night. After almost six months of being together, they had promised each other one last night to show each other how they felt before they went their separate ways. Copper would be staying on Mars with the main body of the resistance while Modo would be sent out into space. They had no idea how long they would be apart, no idea if this would be the last time they saw one another, even if Modo never wanted to let her go.
Copper had looked so beautiful sprawled out naked on his bed in the light of the moons. Her silky red fur stood out against the dark sheets of his bed, her darker red hair spread out in waves from her braid. Her full breasts rose and fell with her heated breathing, her legs slightly splayed to tempt him with her scent. She had smiled sadly and held her arms out to him, pulling him into a deep kiss. Modo had held her tight, gently nibbling on both her one normal ear and the one that had been half torn off from a grenade blast. Copper had moaned and unbuckled his chest plate, letting it fall off the bed as she kissed his damaged eye. Her nails scratched at his chest and Modo had groaned, rolling under her and pulling off his pants.
Then she was straddling him, rubbing against his hardness. Once his boots were kicked off she slid onto his member, moaning softly as he stretched her. Modo has grit his teeth and held onto her hips to steady her and keep from coming too fast. Copper braced her hands on his chest and began to move against him, her hips moving in perfect sync to his thrusts. Her tail twined around his, the tip of it intimately rubbing the tip of his. Modo had gasped and thrust harder up into her, making her scream his name.
They came together soon after that. Copper collapsed on top of Modo, gently nuzzling his neck. He could feel tears dripping into his fur but said nothing, holding her tighter against his chest as she drifted off. Once she was asleep, he allowed himself to let a tear or two leak out of his remaining eye.
She woke a few hours later and nuzzled his neck to wake him. Without saying a word, she took one of the gold hoops in her normal ear and switched it with one of Modo’s hoops. While indistinguishable, they would know which was which and remember each other. They made love again, slower this time, Modo making Copper writhe against the sheets as he used his tongue against her core with his fingers plucking at her breasts. She had shivered at the coolness of his metal hand and the heat of his tongue against her folds. He took her with exquisite slowness, re-memorizing the feel of her on his cock and the brush of her sleek fur against his shaggier pelt, the way she exposed her neck when she cried out his name in pleasure. Modo had roared when he came, letting anyone who was within hearing distance that this female was his.
Modo would never forget that moment of pure, divine bliss given to him at the hands of that female.
In the morning, Modo woke up to find Copper already gone, her scent fading from the bed. With a sigh, Modo got dressed and picked up the bag he had packed last before making love to Copper. Something rustled against his leg and he paused, finding a letter pinned to the side of his bag. Copper had left him one last note telling him she loved him. Once again, tears fell from his eye as Modo slipped the scrap of paper into his chest plate and left his room.
Three years after that night, Modo sat on his bike on top of one of Chicago’s many hi-rises staring at the stars. Mars gleamed bright at him from the sea of stars. He sighed and pressed his hand to his chest where the now yellowed and slightly faded paper still resided over his heart. I’ll come home someday, Copper, he whispered. I promise.
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