Car Trouble
Disclaimer: This is an erotic work of furry fiction between two consenting adults (male and female). If you're also under the age of either 18 or 21 (in certain areas and countries) turn your little butt around right now. I take the 'no minors' rule seriously, comprendes?
Note: Yes, I'm still working on Slowhand. I had a moment of insanity October 31st and decided to tackle NaNoWriMo this year. But I had enough time to throw this together just for the hell of it. And because wolverines are awesome. Please enjoy.
Car Trouble
If there was one thing Lorelei detested, it was cars. What she hated more were cars that broke down. What made it worse was that her car had broken down, on a stretch of lonely road, on top of a mountain, in the middle of winter, with a blizzard in the forecast.
Fan-fucking-tastic.
The mouse pulled over as best she could on a road that had no shoulder and took out a flashlight. She popped the hood and got out of the car, her high-heeled boot sinking into four inches of quickly falling snow. Pulling her knit hat closer over her long golden curls, she kept the car running, lest the battery die. After owning crap cars since she was sixteen, she knew enough about cars to avoid paying for expensive repairs.
This time, though, she wouldn't be so lucky.
As she lifted the hood, the mouse sputtered and coughed as smoke billowed out. She cast her brown-eyed glance down at the still-running engine and groaned. The squealing would have to be the belt, and that clicking was likely to be a sparkplug gone bad; oxidized, probably. The golden-brown mouse let out a long, low breath, blowing a stray curl out of her eyes.
Lets see...did she dare to check her fluid levels? She walked around and shut off the engine, and immediately the silence could be heard on the crisp air, the only sound in the dark night on that mountain being the faint "plop" of snowflakes hitting the pine branches and Lorelei's booted feet crunching in the snow. Shining the flashlight over the quiet engine, she checked her oil level--no, that was fine. Brake fluid was at a good level too (though she probably needed to get them checked anyway), but the transmission fluid...
She stopped when she saw the results. How in the hell could she be low on transmission fluid? She kicked the tire in frustration and walked back to the driver's side door and climbed in, leaving the door open a little. Lorelei figured it was better to just sit in the car with minimal heat than freeze outside.
But when she stuck her key in the ignition, nothing happened. She took it out, thrust it back in, and turned; nothing. She swore loudly, the curse echoing off the mountainside. She looked around and tried to figure out what to do.
Already called for a tow service, but they wouldn't likely find her until morning.
Bundle up with the blankets she had in the back seat? It would do something, but would it protect her from freezing to death up here? It had to be 15 below zero right now.
She cursed her situation, cursed her car, cursed the bastard who sold her the car, cursed the company and factory that assembled the damn thing, and then she cursed her boss for telling her to go on this stupid road trip to interview some tree-hugging biologist who lived so far removed from society that he lived on top of this very mountain.
He had to be fucking insane.
Lorelei imagined him in her mind as she wrapped one of her woolen blankets around her; her feet were already freezing cold and getting numb.
The guy had to be a total dork--glasses and everything. No girlfriend, clearly. Probably had subscriptions to online porn sites and was completely socially awkward. She didn't care that she was one of the few females on the writing staff of Science Monthly Magazine. Why couldn't they have sent someone who knew the area better, someone who could survive a snowstorm?
Then she stopped herself in that thought. They're geeks. They wouldn't know what a tree was unless there was some sort of scientific fascination to it. She sighed and shivered in her car, thinking it best to leave the hood up to alert anyone who might be passing by that she was in need of help.
Yeah, right. Lorelei looked out the window into the dark, forbidding pine forests around her, the snow falling harder and faster, great huge chunks of snowflakes coating and quickly filling in her footprints from just five minutes before. Who in their right mind would be out at this time of night in a blizzard?
The tapping on her window made her jump, but the sight on the other side made her scream. The creature--there was no other way her mind would describe it--was tall and powerful-looking, face obscured in the darkness, but it was clear from the axe in his hand that she was in deep shit. The figure's hand moved to open her door as she reached to hit the automatic lock, but he was too fast. Lorelei grasped her flashlight, swung at him, caught speechless when his hand snatched up both her wrists in one large powerful grip. A scream caught in her throat, Lorelei closed her eyes, expecting to feel the axe chopping at her flesh...
"You alright, lady?" the creature gruffly asked.
Lorelei paused, then opened her eyes, still terrified. The "creature" sighed raggedly, "Look, lady, I'm not going to hurt you, alright?" Lorelei still didn't move; the gruffness in his gravelly voice scared her. The fact that they were isolated, and alone, and he had a tight grip on her wrists, and could easily overpower her...well, to say it bothered her was putting it lightly. Finally her "creature" sighed, getting impatient, and let go of her wrists, turning on her flashlight, aiming it at his face. "See? Good guy..."
"Good guy" wasn't the first thing she would've thought of at the sight of this one; wolverines did have a reputation for quick and dangerous tempers. And this wolverine looked to be the epitome of his breed. His hazel eyes were almost green, shining like a cat's in the minimal light, giving him an eerie, almost demonic glow. This unholy sight of him was only reinforced by the sheer muscularity of this one, the broad shoulders and big arms leading up to a sturdy neck and rough-cut facial features. His torso made him look the most intimidating, and she could see through the heavy layers of clothing that he would've been a match for any criminal back in the city.
"You havin' car trouble?" he asked, cocking his head slightly to indicate her popped hood. Lorelei finally snapped herself out of it, hoping that maybe he could help her. "Yeah, I was having trouble accelerating...I looked it over and I think--hey!"
He had stopped listening to her and was currently bent over her engine, shining the light over the parts. Like her, he checked the fluids, not bothering to touch the oil, then he nodded. "Looks like a transmission problem."
"Yes," she said shortly, "I was just about to say..."
"And your battery's dead too, I take it?" he asked gruffly.
Lorelei was starting to get a bad feeling. "Y-yeah...you wouldn't happen to have jumper cables, would you?"
The wolverine turned to her, sending her a look that betrayed his obvious disdain. "Hey, City-Girl--does it look like I have my truck out?"
She had to admit that no, he did not. The wolverine handed her back the flashlight, as if sensing her unease. "Here, take it back. See? Now you can bash my head in if I try to attack you." He chuckled grimly, but Lorelei didn't. She hadn't even considered the possibility that he'd attack her like that. He stopped chuckling and looked at her, then rolled his eyes, "It's a joke...you laugh at jokes..."
"Um...okay?"
"For Christ's sake, Barbie-doll, this isn't difficult..." he muttered. He stooped down and picked up his ax, handing it to her. "Here, you carry that."
Flabbergasted, the blonde mouse flustered, "Hey! What're you doing?!"
He stooped down again to pick something up--firewood. Hefting up the clearly heavy load, he cocked his head upward, further up the slope. "Taking you someplace warm. Nobody's gonna be up here for days with this storm, and I don't like findin' frozen bodies in my front yard...kinda ruins your mornin'."
Lorelei wasn't sure if he was joking or not, but when she looked up the slope, she saw a dim light--a cabin. She grinned, "So you live up here!"
The wolverine snorted, "No, it's my summer home."
Lorelei sent him a look, and then resisted the urge of sticking her tongue out at him. He was saving her life after all...at least she thought he was.
The walk was neither long nor short, but it felt like a hike to the city mouse, who was panting with exertion by the time she and her rescuer had finished climbing the slope. He was unfazed and not winded at all, setting the chopped logs on a carefully assembled pile next to his front door. Lorelei leaned his axe against the doorframe as he just walked in. She wondered why the door wasn't locked, then remembered they were on top of a mountain. Besides, he was a wolverine. What dumbass would break into a wolverine's house in the middle of a snowstorm? Banjo music popped into her head but she quickly expelled it and stepped inside after him.
If the wolverine's manner didn't scream "rugged," his lair--cabin, she told herself, It's a cabin--most certainly did. All the furniture in the two-story yet cozy loft cabin was made of local materials, the walls covered in pictures and photographs of landscapes and mountain vistas. The overwhelming colors were russet red, brown, and green. As she got a closer look, his entire place screamed eco-friendly. She never expected someone so gruff to be a nature lover...then she stopped dead at the collection on his wall.
Lorelei had never seen so many guns in one place in her life. She grew up in a good, safe neighborhood in a small town where everyone knew her and she knew everyone. Guns were something only criminals and law enforcement had. In her family especially, being caught looking at guns was equal to being caught with a porno magazine. It was something that wasn't talked about, even if the presence was always there.
"Like it?" her host asked, in a tone that suggested he didn't care whether she answered or not. She got a better look at him as he turned on a couple more lights. He'd stripped down to just a pair of camo pants and a long-sleeved gray shirt, darkened in some areas from sweat. He knelt beside a big hearth and stoked some coals, laying some fresh logs on the grate.
Lorelei turned away from the display, her heeled boots clipping against the hardwood floor. He looked up sharply and cursed, "For fuck's sake, you're in the woods and you're wearing heels?"
Lorelei finally felt the need to defend herself, "You try finding hiking boots in my size in the big city..."
"Those things are ruined now, you know."
"I don't care--I'm never wearing them again anyway."
"Boyfriend break up with you?"
"What?"
He sat back on his haunches as the fire grew. Once the flames were high enough, he replaced the mesh grate over the hearth and started clearing away a spot for her on his couch. "No other reason a girl like you'd be out here dressed like that..."
"I am not an escort!" she said smartly.
"Never said you were. Sit down, I'll heat ya up something."
Lorelei huffed as he walked off, leaving her alone next to the fire. She shivered and started undressing, her boots being the first to be flung off. The knee-high black heeled boots looked like they'd walked a thousand miles, and for once, she was grateful she only bought shoes from the discount store.
She stripped off all her clothes, right down to her bra and panties--everything was soaked, and she was shivering. She grabbed a blanket from the back of his couch and rolled up into it, shivering by the fire, waiting for it to warm her. It didn't help that her fur was still wet from the wet clothes, and the mouse was sure the guns hanging on the wall behind her wasn't helping to stop the shivering.
The wolverine came back in a moment later and handed her a mug of soup. "After that, go take a shower and warm up, I'll get you something to sleep in."
"You always expect travelers up here?"
"I get a lot of hikers and mountain climbers, yeah...you're the first one who came by car. The others were lost."
Lorelei sipped on the hot soup, curled up tightly beneath the blanket as he sat across from her in an easy chair made from what she thought was birchwood. She could feel his hazel eyes on her, and to avoid an awkward moment, she kept her eyes averted from his. Instead, her brown eyes trailed back to his collection.
"There's a Leuger up there."
"Oh, huh?" she was caught off-guard. He set down his own mug and got up, taking a gun off the wall. Lorelei recognized it as a firearm that her grandfather had brought home from the second world war; he'd told her the story of how he got it, shooting a man in the head and looting the body. And now she felt dizzy and nauseous as her host brought it over to her. "See that? That's a little piece of history right there..."
"It's dusty" was the only thing she could thing to say. "And is that...blood?"
"Yup," he said proudly. "From the original owner, I was told. Got this baby at a gun show--owner had no clue what it was. Idiot, could've gotten a hundred-thou for this. Sixty-five years old, still fires like it just came off the assembly line..."
As he extolled the virtues of the antique weapon--that was still lethal, she was reminded--Lorelei shrank back in fear, her eyes wide. He was insane...he was an axe murderer, rapist, cannibal, whatever, and she was going to die. The wolverine finally saw her reaction, then sighed raggedly, setting the gun down on the oak coffee table and pulling up his sleeve.
That was when Lorelei's eyes took in the tattoo on his bicep and barely gasped out, "Marines...you're a Marine?"
"I was a Marine," he said bitterly, picking up the pistol and placing it back on the wall. He introduced himself,
"Sergeant Anthony Freedman, US Marine Corps. I was sent to Afghanistan to fight the Taliban back in '01."
"How long were you there?"
"A few months, but I did a couple tours. And then Iraq started..."
Lorelei interrupted him, "I thought you weren't supposed to talk about the war or politics?"
"If you're in the service, no. It's illegal to say anything against the military or the commander-in-chief. But I'm not a Marine anymore...Iraq saw to that." He set the gun back on its pegs and he lifted his pantleg to reveal a nasty scar on his right leg. Lorelei gasped sharply, and he smiled wanly, "The other one's not much prettier."
"That looks bad though...was it...a roadside bomb?" she asked carefully. She didn't want to set him off--she'd heard stories from other friends in the journalism business of how bad some soldiers were when they came back from combat. But he didn't seem too perturbed:
"Well damn, for a blonde, you're pretty smart."
Lorelei finally gave in and stuck her tongue out at him, feeling a glimmer of hope as he smiled thinly.
"Yeah, I got lucky. A couple purple hearts, a medical and honorable discharge, and then bam, off to college. Finished undergrad in three years."
"What major?"
"Biology."
Lorelei thought for a moment. Wait a minute, the guy she was supposed to interview, wasn't he...? She took one look at her host and shook her head. No way, no way in hell. She dismissed the thought from her mind as she finished her soup and set the mug down. Anthony walked over and felt her cheeks and forehead, then stood her up. "Okay, shower time, down the hall, first door on the right."
"Wha--hey!"
"Nobody's getting pneumonia in my house. I'll get you something warm to change into."
"Um, okay..."
"Hey."
"Yeah?"
"What's your name?"
Lorelei looked back down at him, confused for a moment; she assumed it was fatigue, or dehydration. "What?"
Anthony gave her a no-nonsense look, leaning against the wood-paneled wall. "What's your name? I can't keep callin' you Barbie or City-girl."
Lorelei paused, her hand on the doorknob to the bathroom. "Um, its Lorelei."
Anthony repeated her name, rolling it over his tongue. Her eyes watched his lips form her name, then she snapped herself out of it. "Okay, so...shower time. I won't be long..."
"Take your time and get warm," he cautioned. "I usually don't take hot showers anyway."
Lorelei thanked him and stepped into the bathroom, folding the blanket and setting it on the closed toilet seat. She reached over to turn on the water and draw the shower curtain. She looked in the mirror over the chipped basin and made a face at her naturally curly hair, which now looked limp and ratty. Oh yes, a shower would do those curls some good.
Stepping under the hot jet of water felt like jumping into a sauna from a freezer; the sudden change in temperature made her sneeze a few times, the mouse running her hands up and down her arms and legs, trying to rub some warmth into them. God, she'd give anything for a massage when she got home...
She froze when the door to the bathroom opened then closed, letting in a small blast of cold air. She shivered, then wondered if he'd stepped in after her. A quick check confirmed that he'd only left a change of clothes for her to sleep in. But the cold air told her it was too hot in the bathroom. She shut off the water and climbed out, regretting it as soon as the chillier air hit her skin, making her wet fur nearly stand on end. The mouse grabbed a towel and dried off, getting dressed as soon as possible.
She looked in the fogged-up mirror again, ran her fingers through her damp hair and sighed, towel-drying it the best she could before walking out.
Anthony was sitting on the couch reading a book when she emerged, and he looked up, "All squeaky clean?"
Lorelei nodded, "At least warm, now." She resumed her place in front of the hearth, wrapped tightly in a woolen blanket and dressed in one of his old button-down shirts. The thing could have been a dress on her, hanging from her otherwise naked body. She squirmed a little, feeling a strange sensation of being practically naked in this stranger's house...a stranger who knew about one hundred different and unique ways to kill a person.
She looked up at the wolverine as he stood and stretched his back, a couple vertebrae popping. He set his hazel gaze on her and said, "Lemme get upstairs and straighten up a bit. You're takin my bed."
Lorelei's cheeks flushed a little, but she tried to beat it down as best she could before he noticed. "I-I can sleep on the couch, here..."
"No, I sleep on the couch here," he said shortly. "No girl's gonna not take the bed on my watch."
"Are all Marines such gentlemen?" she asked, but it came out sharper than she intended.
Anthony just looked back at her and shrugged, starting to walk up the steps to the loft. "All are required, most comply, some not at all."
She had to admit, for a guy's bedroom, Anthony's was...neat. Freakishly neat. She followed him up the stairs after he'd called her up, and the mouse stood aghast. The bed's sheets were still tightly tucked under the mattress, military corners sharp as a knife at the ends of the bed. Even the comforter looked flat and neat. She'd always struggled making hers look flat.
His personal effects sat on a chest of drawers, minimal at best: a wristwatch, comb, pocket knife, and some loose change. Above the drawers hung a mirror, and above that, the American flag folded and framed in a glass case. Anthony's medals and honors were also laid out with near obsessive preciseness.
He pulled away the covers for her and walked over to his closet, grabbing a spare blanket and pillow. "I'll be just downstairs. My alarm goes off at 5, you can ignore it if you want. You need anything, just holler." He closed the closet door and nodded to her. "Have a good night, Lorelei."
She stammered a minute before crawling under the covers. "Th-thanks, you too, Sergeant."
"Anthony."
"Huh?"
The wolverine cast his gaze up at the framed flag, then back at her. "That's in my past. I'm a civilian now--call me Anthony."
Lorelei smiled a little, hunkering down under the blankets. "Okay...good night."
"'Night."
"Anthony?"
He bit back a groan, asking shortly, "Yes?"
Lorelei sat up, keeping eye contact. "Thank you...you saved my life tonight."
Anthony looked a little uncomfortable. "I don't know about th--"
"No, you did," Lorelei insisted. "If you hadn't come along, I probably would've frozen out there..."
"I told you why I helped you--dead bodies are a pain in the ass to explain to police."
"But that's not why you helped me, is it?" she stared at him. To her surprise, he averted his gaze and started back down the stairs, giving her a terse "good night, ma'am" before going out of her sight.
Lorelei sighed and lay back on his big bed, blushing a little. What was wrong with her? She shouldn't be getting feelings like this when lying in a stranger's bed, especially a scary stranger. But at least he knew how to make a bed. The sheets were flannel and very warm, with a micro-fleece blanket and the comforter to boot. Despite the chill throughout the cabin, she was nice and toasty under all the covers. Thoroughly exhausted by her ordeal, and her mind spinning with her uncertainties and fears, she fell into a fitful sleep.
True to his word, Anthony's alarm went off right next to her ear. Lorelei shot up awake with a surprised squeak, groaning at the digital clock on the nightstand. She pressed the snooze button and flopped back into the bed. That would buy at least another ten minutes. She curled up under the covers and imagined herself somewhere warm, sunny, where she was completely dressed and preferably in the company of a good-looking body under a personal cabana.
Then the damn alarm went off again. With a groan, she slowly got out of bed to figure out how to turn it off. Finally she found the switch on the back and turned it off, and when that was done, she realized how absurdly cold she was. Shivering once again, she grabbed the woolen blanket from the night before and started down the stairs to see if the fire was still there.
The downstairs was still dark, though the grey light outside told her the sun would start rising soon. The blanket still wrapped around her shaking shoulders, she tiptoed over to the grate, now little more than smoldering embers. The large lump on the couch confirmed her guess that Anthony was still asleep, his chest rising and falling softly with his easy breathing.
Turning her attention back to her task, the female mouse took hold of a couple pieces of kindling and set them on the cast-iron grate. She waited for them to catch fire before setting three logs on top of that, just to get the room warmed again. She shivered and wondered if this guy had a thermostat, or did he prefer it old-school?
She sat by the hearth as the fire began to gradually heat the room, the light and shadows dancing along the walls. Starting to feel warmer, she looked over at Anthony, seeing he was still asleep. Then she saw her clothes sitting on top of his washer and dryer. Lorelei suddenly remembered she was naked under the borrowed shirt, then she quickly got up and tiptoed over, grabbing her now-dry panties and pulling them back on. Well, at least it was some modesty.
But now the fact it was five am was a bother. She scanned the small kitchen for a coffee maker and found it next to the sink, along with a large tin of coffee. Looks like this guy preferred long nights, she thought as she put some coffee on. She was so beat she'd take it black at this point.
While it was brewing, she went back to the fireplace to kill time until he woke up. After impatiently waiting for a minute, she got up, wrapping the blanket tighter around her slim body and walked over to him.
As she stood above him, she couldn't help but think how strange Anthony looked. The night before, she had gone from outright fearing him to being simply intimidated. Here, Anthony looked peaceful, almost innocent. His handsome, chiseled face was so relaxed that it almost didn't look like him.
She knelt on the floor next to him, looking up into his slumbering face and smiled to herself. He didn't look so scary, she thought, he looks...kinda like a teddy bear. A teddy bear that can rip you apart.
Lorelei felt an almost maternal instinct kick in, and she wondered what horrors he must have faced to have become the man she met last night. The man he should have been was there in front of her, peaceful in his repose. Then she reached out her hand, without knowing the exact reason, then gently caressed his cheek.
Anthony felt the touch and snapped awake, his trained instincts kicking in. He lashed out, tackling the interloper and pinning her to the ground. The knee-jerk reaction was so fluid and quick he didn't even realize who he'd pinned to his floor until she screamed.
The wolverine blinked and shook his head, getting the cobwebs out, then saw Lorelei laying on the floor beneath him, utterly terrified and shaking; he knew it wasn't from the cold. For a long, breathless moment, wolverine and mouse stared into each other's eyes, unsure who should make the next move.
Lorelei had seen her life flash before her eyes, and she felt overwhelmed with fear. He's going to kill me. I set him off, I'm going to die... the mantra repeated in her mind, and she tried hard not to show her terror, but it became all-too apparent when tears started forming in her eyes.
Anthony swore vehemently when she started crying, "Oh god, please don't. Please--fuck."
Lorelei let out a sob, but tried to hold back her tears, whispering shakily, "I'm sorry..."
He sighed and picked her up, slowly wrapping his arms around her tiny body. "Hey, it's okay," he said soothingly. "I'm not going to hurt you, I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking straight..."
Lorelei didn't know what to think anymore. He was so unpredictable that she felt every moment with him, she was taking her life into her own hands. One minute he could be scary, then the next moment, kind, even gentle. Combined with the stress from her car, work, her trip up that god-forsaken mountain, and now this, she gave up the battle and started crying into his shoulder. She didn't know why she felt she could do this, but right then, she didn't care.
Anthony was at a complete loss. He'd never been trained for something like this, and he'd lived alone for so long that he didn't know how to handle another person's emotions, let alone his own. He just hugged her, gently rubbing her back with one hand while the other stroked her hair.
"Hey, I'm sorry, okay? I overreacted, I'm sorry." This whole thing felt so foreign to him. When was the last time he'd held a female like this? A pretty long damn time, that's how long, he thought bitterly. Way to go, Freedman, way to fuck it up.
"Lorelei? Come on, its okay now, I'm not going to hurt you."
Lorelei coughed, the sniffed, "Y-you scared me..."
"I know--"
"...you jackass," she finished.
Anthony couldn't help himself: he started laughing. Lorelei looked up at him like he'd lost his mind, but felt a little more at least from the light in his hazel eyes. "You're not mad?" she asked.
Anthony let go of her and sat back on his haunches. "I'm not the one who should be mad. Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?"
Lorelei shook her head, rubbing the area that made contact with the floor when he tackled her. "No...just a bruised ego..." she said.
"Good." Then he thought about it. "I mean, its not good your ego's bruised; its good that you're not hurt, though technically you did get hurt..."
"Anthony?"
"Yes?"
"Do all Marines over think and complicate things?" she asked cheekily.
He smirked. "I'll show you over-complicated, c'mere!"
She shrieked, this time with laughter as he grabbed at her ticklish side. She scrambled away, now breathless and laughing. She ran her hand through her hair to get it out of her face and she smiled back at him. "So...friends?"
He sniffed the air, then glanced at her, "Did you make coffee?"
"Yes."
"Yeah, I think we're good."
As luck would have it, the wolverine did have a thermostat. Soon the entire cabin was comfortable enough that Lorelei could abandon the wool blanket she had borrowed. By eight o clock that morning, she and Anthony had had breakfast and both were working on their second cups of coffee.
The female mouse sat curled up on the couch next to him, close to the fire. She sipped her brew and held it between her hands, warming them as she watched the fire, mesmerized. Outside, the sky was a dull grey and snow was still falling over the landscape. Had she not thought about her circumstances, this setting would have been ideal.
"So, um, just so we're clear..." Anthony said after clearing his throat. "There isn't a, uh, boyfriend who'll be somehow pissed off, is there?"
Lorelei beat down the thought that he was coming on to her; she shook her head, "City guys aren't worth it. My last boyfriend was an asshole, and I'm glad to be rid of him."
"That bad?" he asked nonchalantly.
She sighed, formulating her words. "He was distant. Even when we had sex, there was no passion in it."
He paused at the "sex" part, "Oh...like a limp handshake." He was beating down thoughts of his own. Damn it to hell man, she's a guest in your house. Think of your code of honor. 'Fuck honor,' he thought, 'she's half naked and sitting on my couch talking about her sex life.' You pull the moves on her and you're going to the special hell. 'Fuck you, brain.'
Lorelei nodded. "Yeah, I mean, its not too much to ask to put out when your girlfriend asks for it, like, actually seeing to her pleasure instead of just your own, right?"
"Um..."
"Well, I'm asking you because you're a male, you know how males think. Is putting out such a big deal?"
The wolverine responded without thinking, "Well, if I really didn't care about her, yeah it would be." Then he bit his tongue. Why hello Foot, may I introduce you to Mouth?
Lorelei stared at him, "You don't think he cared about me?"
"I didn't say that...I mean, maybe he didn't, but it doesn't matter now, does it?"
"I guess not."
"See? Problem solved."
"Not really..."
He was taking a sip of coffee when he hummed, "Hmm?"
"I haven't had sex since we split up a year ago," she confessed.
A well-timed spit-take followed her confession, followed by her host sputtering and stammering.
"Um..." he coughed. "A year?"
"Yeah, a year," she blushed, not expecting that reaction from him.
"You're pretty open about your sex life, aren't you?"
"Not really, I don't know, I guess it's because I feel I can talk to you," she said, finishing off the rest of her coffee, her cheeks still tinted red. Anthony leaned back against the back of the couch and stared at the wall, focusing as many mental faculties as he could to will his erection down. Fuck, this was a hell of a predicament.
Lorelei noted his silence. "Did I make you uncomfortable?" she asked.
Anthony closed his eyes, repeating the mantra to his arousal and took in a deep breath, "Ah, no, no, not really..."
"But?"
"It's been three years for me," he said dismally, downing the rest of his coffee and slamming the empty mug down on the coffee table. He sat back and crossed his muscular arms over his chest, and also his legs, trying to hide the bulge growing in his jeans. "Not too many women come up this way."
Lorelei paused, then scooted closer to him. She could practically taste his scent on her tongue, and it surprised her how quickly it aroused her. "I bet not...why seclude yourself?"
He noticed how close the half-naked mouse was to him, and knew sooner or later she would notice his current state, "Um, m-my research." He mentally slapped himself. You're STAMMERING? You're a Marine Corps officer! 'Former.' Whatever! Show some backbone!
The rational part of his brain was forgetting that she was also a babe, half-naked, and dressed in one of his shirts. And they were alone, snowed in to a mountain cabin.
"What do you research?" His eyes were now trained on her bust; small though it was, he could still see cleavage between the unbuttoned collar. The look in her eyes was something else too.
Lorelei couldn't understand why Anthony was so tense all of a sudden. Had she said something wrong? Was she doing something wrong? She only half listened to his answer as she thought about what she was doing. She was having a conversation about relationships and sex, and he was starting to get uncomfortable, almost like a teenage b--wait. She looked into his eyes and saw more than a few emotions running rampant in them.
Whatever he had been saying, the flow of his words gradually fell to a trickle, and Lorelei felt pleasurable shivers run down her spine as she felt his hot breath on her neck. She gasped very softly as his lips ghosted over her skin, "It sounds...very fascinating."
"I just told you I have a raging hard-on."
"I know."
"Oh."
"You thought I wasn't listening?"
"I was kinda hoping..."
"For what?" she asked softly, her face barely inches from his.
Anthony growled, grabbing her by her upper arms. "Fuck it." Then he kissed her.
Lorelei gasped when he did, but also let out a surprised squeak from the sheer force behind his kiss. His large, strong hands planted themselves firmly on her waist, pulling her petite body closer. She moaned when her body rested on the hardened muscles of his chest and stomach, and smiled when she felt his erection firm against her. God, she needed this as much as he did, it had been too damn long. Her body ached for contact and didn't waste any time in exploring his body.
Her hands moved up under his shirt, feeling the well-toned muscular body beneath the fur. As her hands moved higher, so did his shirt, until he finally pulled it over his head and flung it across the room. Lorelei grinned and licked up his neck, making the wolverine moan slightly. He growled in his throat and suddenly his hands became latched onto her backside, groping and kneading the tender flesh.
Lorelei moaned, arching her back like a cat's and pressing back against his hands. She let out a contented sigh when his fingers strayed between her legs and rubbed against her panty-covered slit. The mouse looked deeply into his eyes, then she pulled back, unbuttoning the shirt as fast as she could.
Anthony snorted and just pulled the large shirt off her slight body. Lorelei gasped when the cold air hit her bare skin then she gasped again when his lips and teeth closed in around one pert nipple. Squeaking in surprise, she pressed both her hands to the back of his head to hold him in place, a flush rising on her cheeks as his lips and tongue caressed one nipple while his fingers played with the other one, tweaking it until it was hard. He switched sides, his free hand moving down between her legs, moving her panties aside and running a finger between her folds.
"Ah!" she cried out, her body jerking when he came in contact with her sensitive nub. He hummed against her nipple, making her shudder with joy, gasping out his name, "Oh god, Anthony..."
The wolverine growled, his need growing with each passing second. He needed her, he needed her now. The rational part of his brain that was still working told him she needed this too. Oh, she was going to get it, all right, he decided.
Suddenly he sat up, sweeping her up into his muscular arms. She gasped, wrapping her arms around his neck as he carried her up the stairs to his loft. Lorelei grinned as he dumped her onto the coverlet and immediately pounced right after, stripping down as fast as he could.
The mouse slowly moved her hand under her panties that were soaking wet by now, and fingered herself, softly moaning out his name. "Anthony...god, I need you..."
Anthony kicked off his pants and boxers, throwing them...somewhere. Fucking hell, he really didn't care. He practically ripped her panties off her hips and tossed them somewhere. The wolverine positioned himself over her, crushing his lips to hers, their bodies lying flush with each other.
Lorelei wrapped her arms around his neck, running her hands through his hair, pressing her thighs against his hips. Anthony sat up and reached to his bedside table, opening the drawer and shifting around. The mouse stopped him, grabbing him and pulling him back down on top of her, "Don't worry about that, I'm safe."
That was all he needed. Anthony held her wrists down on either side of her head, took a moment to position himself, then he began to enter her.
Lorelei gasped from his intrusion; it had been a long time since her last, and she knew she was really tight. But her tightness was nothing compared to her wolverine lover's girth. She nearly screamed as he stretched her further than she'd ever been stretched before. Her lips ached to kiss him when he was finally hilted inside her, and he gasped for breath over her.
"Fuck...so fucking tight," he breathed.
"Then fuck me," she ordered. "Don't worry about being gentl--EEK!" she squealed as he began his assault on her petite body early, with long, slow, but hard thrusts. Sounds started escaping the mouse's throat that she had no idea she could make as her body was pushed down into the mattress with each hard thrust. She clenched her eyes shut and focused on the intense sensations he was giving her, feeling his cock slamming into her time and time again.
Anthony meanwhile was having a hard time keeping it in. He suspected she was tight, it hadn't occurred just how tight she was. She was so hot, so wet and so fucking tight...if he were to die in the next twenty minutes, he'd die a happy wolverine. Keeping her pinned down, he pounded into her, trying to keep this as enjoyable for her as it was ecstasy for him. The sounds she made helped tremendously. Every moan, every squeak, every vain utterance of the Lord's name on his behalf only made him work her harder, and faster.
Lorelei was so close to the edge it was nearly killing her. She writhed beneath him, bucking her hips back to meet his wild thrusts. The mouse opened her eyes and watched him, this powerful animal giving her just what she wanted, and just what she needed. A silky sheen of sweat was covering his brow as he fucked her, his eyes blazing with lust.
Suddenly she squeaked as he hit her G-spot, wrapping her legs around his waist in response. He made sure to aim for that very spot, his own release quickly building--oh shit, so close--come on, baby, cum, cum for me...
The pulsing heat between her legs suddenly shot through her whole body, shivers running up her spine as her world exploded before her eyes. Lorelei came hard, screaming out his name, her inner walls clamping down even tighter around his cock, pulsing intensely. It was more than he could handle, and with one last powerful thrust, Anthony buried himself in her, shooting off his load deep into her.
Lorelei moaned beneath him, holding him down on top of her. She relished in the feeling of his hot body atop hers, his cock still pulsating inside her, his cum spilling out of her slit and onto the sheets beneath them. She kissed him as he struggled to catch his breath, "Feel better?"
He gasped out a laugh, grinning, "Yeah...you're fucking amazing, Lorelei."
She smirked, "I wasn't the one fucking me into next week."
"You liked it?"
"Loved it," she assured him, kissing his cheek, then catching his lips, exchanging a deep, passion-filled kiss with him. When they broke apart, he started chuckling.
"What's so funny," she asked, feeling a little hurt.
He shook his head and smiled at her, afterglow in his eyes. "You realize you just fucked the guy you're supposed to be interviewing, right?"
Oh, shit. Why didn't she put two and two together? Wait, oh wait, she was supposed to have made that connection already. Him, biologist, mountains, in the same locale as the guy she was supposed to interview. Oh crap, she just fucked the guy she was supposed to interview. Lorelei hid her surprise though. "Yeah...your point?"
He arched an eyebrow quizzically at her, "Won't you get in trouble for this?"
She arched an eyebrow back at him. "Who's going to tell them?"
He thought for a moment, then smirked. He nipped at the side of her neck, feeling his member stirring anew, still inside her. She moaned, smiling; god, did he like that. He liked that too much to let it go:
"Sure as hell won't be me."
"I have to admit," her editor later told Lorelei, "This interview was very...intimate."
The blonde mouse shrugged, tossing her long hair over her shoulder. "Well, being snowed in with the guy kinda helped."
"Uh-huh. Still, it was well-written. It'll make a fine addition to our monthly editorial. How's your car doing by the way?"
Lorelei thought back to last weekend, at the cabin. She and Anthony had ended up stuck on the mountain for three days--three days of glorious lovemaking--before the auto service came up to dig her out.
"Well," she started. "The battery was shot, obviously, need to replace the transmission, and oh, the brakes and the oil change."
"Jeez! That storm must've done a number on it."
"No kidding. I'm just going to try and find a new one. I'm not going to pay so much for repairs on a car I bought for $3000."
"Fair enough. At least you'll have the money for it from this publication. Great job, as usual! How do you do it?"
Lorelei flicked her eyes over to the clock on the wall; she was supposed to meet Anthony for dinner in half an hour. Another evening of intense copulation was sure to follow after a romantic dinner, coffee and maybe a night cap, if they made it to her apartment without ripping each other's clothes off beforehand.
Lorelei smiled like she had a secret she wasn't going to share, and said, "Well, you know me, I like to be thorough."