To Meek, With Love
This is a story I loved writing. >^.~< It's a bit sweet, so be warned.
PS- the whole story and characters are (c) me..:P so don't steal them
"You have got to be kidding me!" The hip cat looked at her companion as if she'd grown a few more heads in the amount of time it took to blink. "Have you seen him? That challenge isn't worth any amount of money!" She spared a strange look for the inappropriately dressed mole who was currently- and quite obviously- trying not to seem out of place across the club.
The cat's friend, a slender, pale blue mouse, smirked at her with a challenging look in her eyes. "We all know you can't do it. That must be why you're protesting so much."
The maroon and gray cat snorted and lifted her muzzle at the challenge, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. "You aren't just saying that to have your way are you?"
Another in the group of four females, a bright green skunk, giggled and grinned at the cat. "Oh, Mid never does that, Yalandra." Yalandra (or 'Landy as her friends called her) rolled her eyes at that.
Mid grinned in challenge. "You know you love a good challenge, Yalandra. We all are dying to hear if a geek is as bad a lover as we'd heard." 'Landy sighed and perused the older Mole with wrap around sunglasses on, complete with bowtie and pocket protector.
'Landy grumbled and stood up, glaring at the so far silent lioness in the corner. Her friend Rhonda just grinned back. They both knew she'd do it, the other three females just wondered if she'd be successful with such a stodgy looking Furr or not.
Landy slipped over with the natural grace that had helped make Yiff Quatre so famous, and paired it with a smile she knew males loved. To draw his attention she ran a few fingers down his arm a short way. She was a bit startled to find not skin and bone but toned muscle under her fingers.
She barely managed to keep her composure as he turned the lightly shaded sunglasses her way. She had no idea how he got those muscles, but they felt rather nice. He raised an eyebrow in obvious surprise and leaned her way in order to be heard over the music. "Can I help you?" She noticed he smelled wonderful, must be some sort of cologne he wore. She dismissed the thought of how much she liked it.
She smiled her best seductive smile, and answered him in a warm tone of voice. "Yes, yes I believe you can. I was wondering if you had come here with anyone, or if I'm lucky enough to find you single tonight."
Although his head didn't move she thought she felt him scanning her from claw tips to the top of her purple and silver head, then coming to rest on her bright silver eyes. "No." He replied thoughtfully. "I'm alone."
She grinned at him; distantly surprised that it was a natural one. She excused her reaction to his answer by reasoning that doing this with a jealous girlfriend in the background was definitely not fun. "Oh good, then you wouldn't mind helping me with a problem I have."
The mole raised his eyebrows a bit in answer.
The cat slipped closer, letting her breasts brush his arm as she murmured into his ear. "You see I get terribly lonely in my apartment by myself, and I need company rather badly, as I was hoping to leave soon. I was losing hope when I saw you standing here." Her tail flicked low behind her, betraying her real interest in him. Her sensitive ears heard some giggles from her friends. She hoped they believed she was merely acting well.
He didn't raise one paw to touch her but remained still for a long few moments until she leaned back enough to see his face and felt his eyes rise to hers. He was eyeing her thoughtfully before he shrugged and smiled, showing off a dimple in his right cheek. "Sure, lead the way," was his only answer and she blinked once at the calm responses she was getting. If she weren't so confident, she'd think he didn't find her as attractive as everyone else seemed to. She brought up her winning smile again and turned, leading with a flicking tail.
Alex padded along behind her and watched her beautiful body move this way and that as she walked, seemingly unaware that her natural gait enhanced her beautiful curves. He ignored the fact that he even found her maroon and silver furr absolutely attractive, not to mention the dark green top that barely covered her delicately furred breasts and the pants that rode low on her hips and clung to her shapely legs.
He was suddenly glad he'd worn his loose pants, because he needed the room as he felt the blood rapidly being converted from his brain to his growing interest. As they stepped out of the club, he glanced around to make sure no one was watching and adjusted himself, sighing with relief as he took some of the pressure away.
The cat glanced back at him and introduced herself as Yalandra- or Landy as her friends called her. He smiled, thinking the name was as beautiful as she was. "My name's Alexander, but most people shorten it to Alex to save breath."
She smiled back at him seductively. She had no idea he knew quite well why she was doing this. He was under no false pretenses that she was genuinely interested in him. He'd seen her and her group of friends eyeing him. He wasn't a top executive at a computer company for nothing.
She paused beside her car and asked him if he wanted to ride over separately. He shrugged. "I got a ride over, so I don't mind." He didn't bother telling her his ride was a limo; she didn't need to know he was filthy rich by most standards.
As they got in and some R&B music with a deep beat came on the sound system, he smirked to himself and thought that he may be in over his head, but it would be fun. He'd never done something like this before- usually he had sex the decent way- a few dates and all. Never a one night stand. He wondered if he was capable of it; that was half the reason he'd decided to take her up on her offer.
He found a paw tapping to the beat, and smiled asking how she got into this kind of music.
"My parents brought me up on it." She grinned at him. "I love anything with a decent beat though."
Alex chuckled. "Me too. Haven't listened to this stuff in awhile though." He went quiet and pondered that. He used to listen to this as a rule when he was a young mole. He'd stopped listening to it when he entered the business world because people always assumed things about him and never gave him a real chance when they heard it. He found himself missing it for the first time in many years; while classical music was good it wasn't nearly the same thing. He missed the lyrics, the beat and the rhythms that seemed to come from your own blood stream.
He'd been a fairly good dancer and had a fair voice in his time; back when he was in college, but he'd stopped both in order to keep up his image. He glanced at the cat beside him, who looked exactly like the Furr who wouldn't understand that.
They stopped outside of a fairly large house (a house mind you- but not a mansion) and she coyly invited him inside. He followed and smiled in admiration at the decorating, it seemed she liked sensual art and colors and it showed. He found himself wondering what colors decorated her bedroom. He kept himself from asking who had decorated though; he thought that wouldn't be productive to the mood.
"Would you like something to drink?" He silently shook his head, watching her from behind his sunglasses, glad that she hadn't turned on the lights when she'd walked in. He could see her as well as if he were a cat in a brightly lit room. He took off his glasses finally and she stepped forward curiously.
He half smiled at her obvious question. "They're dark blue."
She smiled sheepishly, looking slightly up at him. She soon regained her composure and stepped closer, running a hand along his chest. He mentally smiled in amusement when he saw her start in surprise.
He was well muscled from the work he did at home, mainly the large scale welding he did. That stuff wasn't for a weakling.
My god! He's rippled! Landy tried to hide her surprise and regain her composure, but she couldn't. She looked up at him and realized he didn't look that bad without those sunglasses on. In fact, she hadn't realized moles, much less geeks, could be so attractive. She leaned towards him almost against her will.
He made no move towards her but simply watched her with his dark eyes, making her feel like he could not only see her better than she saw him, but that he could see past the clothes she was wearing. Even though that's why she'd brought him to her house, it was unnerving. She'd never felt compelled to run before.
Finally she presented her face to him meaningfully, he didn't react immediately but as her eyes drifted shut, he placed a paw softly against the side of her jaw and leaned down to kiss her.
And struck her with a jolty of energy. She trembled as it spread through out her and responded to him against her will. Usually she liked to play coy, but this time it wasn't possible, she couldn't tease a Furr who was sending exciting electricity through her veins with each minute movement of his lips.
Almost as if he read her mind he deepened the kiss, and she moved closer to him, eager to feel his body against her as she tremblingly responded with a warmth she didn't know she had. A warmth she thought she only found in her music. When they parted, she looked up at him in wonder and he looked down at her, amused at something, then slipped his arms around her and dipped his head to kiss her against, simulating the love making soon to come with his precise taunts.
He seemed to enjoy bringing responses out of her, and she gasped in her mind- realizing he'd knowingly or unknowingly turned the tables, he was no longer putty in her hands, she was putty in his.
She rested her hands on his hips to steady herself, and found herself stroking the muscles she found there. Her palms itched to seek out the muscles all over his body, and she pulled back, scared.
He didn't allow her to go far and nuzzled at her neck, whispering into her ear, in a deep husky voice that made him even more irresistible to her. "This is only for tonight. What happens stays with us, love." He kissed a spot below her ear and made her shiver with delight. "Fear doesn't belong here between the two of us."
She was speechless and she looked up at him, struck by his tender words. This was no one night stand- she'd done those before, and they both felt that it wasn't that at all. He was offering her a way out, and she took it, the scared cat she was.
"Its our secret, meek." She combined the two names she had thought of him as before (Geek and Mole) and decided they fit together somehow. She didn't want to think anymore and slipped away, leading him upstairs to her large bedroom set in deep tones of red and brown, overall a sexy room, and the two only added to the atmosphere as they paused before the bed.
Meek's paws slipped over her body slowly, and he ducked his head to capture her lips with his once more as he took his time undressing her. He silently picked up his head to watch her as she undressed him in the near dark. Her paws felt the short, stiff, silky furr, and underneath it, the toned muscles. He drew in his breath as she licked at a nipple gently. He let his hands stray finally and took hold of her well formed rear to hold her against him and felt her purr deeply in a soft moan as she felt how much he needed her.
But Meek didn't intend on letting this slip through his fingers quickly, he wanted to savor everything before they reached what he knew would be the pinnacle of pleasure. He knew somehow that this would be the best he would experience, so he was going to take his sweet time and worship the body and cat he'd just met and might never see again.
Paws slipped over furr, stroked, massaged and petted. They stopped to play with this and that. Limbs moved against each other and tongues worshipped sensitive skin.
Soon the two lovers became one, gasping and crying at the beauty they found in the simplest and most complex of acts. They slowly beat their own rhythm, dancing to their heartbeats and slipping away into a heaven they wouldn't soon forget and an ecstasy that would defy reality.
Soon they were entwined, sated and sleeping. Each achieving a deep dreamless sleep, the presence of the other enough to sooth and content.
"He's...gone?" Landy, stared at the bed beside her in numb disbelief. Then she remembered, he was keeping his part of their bargain. He was leaving her be, leaving this to only one night. Her lip trembled but she bit it viciously. She refused to cry, and she got out of bed, not being able to stand the loneliness. She could still smell him and smiled, purring at the thought of him. She only knew his first name, and she knew nothing else about him...but...she- she was in love with him.
She groaned and made her way downstairs in the nude. She picked up the phone and stared at it. What was she supposed to say? "Oh hi, the geek was fantastic, I think he ruined every other man for me"?
She knew they would laugh at her, no one would believe what had happened last night but the two of them. She was beginning to believe she'd dreamed it- if not for the pleasant ache between her legs, she'd have been sure that the few bouts of wonderful lovemaking had been part of a wonderful dream.
Surely reality couldn't be THAT good...could it? She sighed and hung up the phone, they'd have to wait- she needed time to think this over.
"Alex..." He heard the voice but ignored it, he was too busy concentrating on the beauty he had in his arms.
"Alex?" He frowned. Who the heck was cruel enough to deny him this one pleasure? He tried ignoring it again- maybe it would go away.
"Alex!!" He finally picked up his head, and realized he's been daydreaming- again. It was his secretary who was calling his name, a frown on his face. "Where did you go?"
Alex shook his head. "Nowhere that I was welcome to stay." He raised an eyebrow at Francis. "What did you need?"
Francis looked at him for a moment before holding up today's paper. Alex's jaw dropped, on it was a picture of him following Landy out of the club, his eyes on her butt. Alex stood up, anger lighting up his eyes behind his lightly shaded glasses. "Who the hell is responsible for that?!"
The title made him want to throw something- and he almost did. "One of Warlock's top executives goes whoring." A part of him admired Francis's composure, but then Francis told him they didn't know and looked at him curiously. He did throw something; a sculpture that his boss's wife had gifted him with went smashing against the wall. At the loud sound he reined his anger in and firmly got hold of his control.
Francis quietly spoke up after a few minutes. "Mr. Warlock wants to speak with you, Alex. He's concerned."
Alex resisted the urge to rub his eyes- even in his dimly lit office his eyes were sensitive and needed the shelter of his sunglasses. He told Francis to inform his boss that he'd be over in a minute. Francis quietly nodded and shut the door to his office.
Alex turned around and stared out at the wide vista the tall building and large window afforded him. He watched the small dots on the streets below and knew they were probably talking about it. Mr. Pristine had finally made a mistake. He squeezed his eyes shut.
"Oh god, Landy." He wished they could have at least spared her this humiliation, he knew that these things were the price of fame. The poor cat didn't need this. He picked up the paper on his desk- the one he'd been too distracted to read- and opened it up to read the article. Apparently she wasn't so obscure...His eyes widened in surprise. She was a member of a local band named Yiff Quatre, a band the stodgy paper considered nothing more than strippers who sang.
He frowned deeply, and read on. They supposedly sang highly sexual lyrics and danced lewdly before crowds of men. He shook his head, it couldn't be. He put the paper down and stood quietly, thinking. He'd have to assess this himself. He sat down at his computer and typed up a quick email to an old friend who was a renowned expert at getting things most people didn't even know existed. He asked him for footage from one of their concerts and closed the email with a note saying it was urgent.
He stood and made his way over to his boss's office. The strict man a few years older than him hated dirty reputations on his employees and had formerly loved Alex's lack of one altogether.
Telling him it would blow over wouldn't work, but he'd think of something. He usually did- he'd gotten his far on his own merits; he wasn't about to fail on someone else's.
Dull silver eyes stared at the TV screen in front of her with red rims. They seemed to gaze through the romantic film rather than at it. It had been 2 weeks since that fateful day and still she couldn't walk outside her door without having reporters fling questions about her liaisons with Mr. Deatrick. They always looked at her like the whore that article had painted her as.
What was worse, she crushingly knew it wasn't far from the truth. She didn't get paid for her favors, but she had sex with men just as casually. Her eyes teared up once more (she'd thought she didn't have any left, but they seemed to be endless, even after all this time), as she thought about the unfairness of it all. The one time she actually makes love to a man it ends up on the 9 am news.
She had whored herself out to the executive of Warlock Industries. Her friends felt terrible- they blamed themselves for urging her to go get him. What made it worse was that she still hadn't brought herself to tell them what had really happened when the paper had appeared. They'd left her alone a week ago, realizing they weren't getting through to her.
Her mother and father had called, she'd seen them on the caller ID and hadn't bothered picking up, and they'd left a message that said they'd believed the paper. Not in so many words, but it hurt beyond measure that they'd assumed she'd gone and done something like that. The only people on her side were her friends, who knew part of the real story- even then she couldn't stand being around them. She couldn't sing or dance either.
Her heart wasn't in it.
Much like most everything lately. She sighed and closed her eyes, wishing sleep would come. She hadn't slept much at all since she'd woken to find Meek gone.
What hurt the most was that now that he obviously knew who she was, he hadn't said a word to her. She hadn't heard anything. She knew by now that he believed what he'd read in the paper.
Usually she was used to critics on her music- a lot of people didn't understand, and were too closed minded to. But when they attacked her personally it wasn't so easy. She wasn't used to being flamed every moment possible, having everything she held dear be looked at as dirty.
So she had kept to her home. She now watched movies she had bought and never really watched. Mainly just wandered around the house, with an empty feeling and no idea what she was going to do with herself.
She was about to go find some tea when she heard a knock on the door. She glanced at it curiously. The security must be down today.
She walked up cautiously and looked through the peephole to find a fox walking away from the door, with a flower delivery uniform on. She opened the door and found a beautiful bouquet of deep red roses, almost the color of her furr in spots, sitting in front of the door.
She silently picked it up and closed the door, walking over to a table in the hallway and spotted a card. She set down the flowers and opened it.
"To Landy, Please forgive me." It was signed Alex.
She opened her muzzle, but nothing came out but a mew, she wanted to cuddle the flowers to her, but with tears in her eyes, she hugged the small card to her instead.
She'd gotten flowers before, but no one had bothered getting them such a precise color, and they'd never meant so much. She pondered what to do, and then she padded down the hall to her computer room thoughtfully. Perhaps she did know what to do...
Alex had given up on hearing a response long ago. After he had sent so many notes, cards, letters, he knew she hated him and so when Francis walked in quietly and set down a small package and left, he figured it was some new game the creation team wanted him to review.
He opened it without glancing at the address. He stopped when he got to the inside of the box. He froze and stared at the key and note attached to it. He finally picked up the note- it read simply: "You should learn to check your fan mail more often, Mr. Deatrick."
It was signed "Yalandra".
He started and looked up and immediately yelled for Francis. As the goat came in looking a bit startled, Alex demanded to know if they were filtering his mail.
Francis shrugged. "Sure- we do that all the time- we take out the junk mail. You'd have to ask Mr. Warlock about that though, Alex, he tells the mailroom what to trash."
Francis left as Alex scowled and waved him away. Alex planned to use that key as soon as possible, and even though it was the middle of the day, he decided now that just the time. He opened his door and strode out determinedly. He flung back an excuse that he had important business to attend to as Francis asked where he was going. All the employees stared in curiosity at his haste. He didn't care. Landy was all that mattered right now. He missed her, and even though he didn't really know her, he was in love with her from that one night.
He showed up in her doorway not much later, and she opened the door with tears in her eyes, nothing was said as she flung herself into his open arms. Time ceased to exist in that one long moment as they stayed entwined, not much longer than that moment in time, they moved into the house and closed the door just as Alex leaned down to kiss her tenderly. Meek had found that feeling of home.
A week later his boss didn't know about Alex's relationship with the "whore". He spent much of his off time there and they had thus far found many things they had in common, and many other pleasant differences that brought about laughing discussions and lighthearted arguments. He treasured his time with Landy, and although he still wasn't sure how she felt about him, he was grateful for what he had experienced so far.
He was pondering how to explain the situation to his boss, who'd informed him he "knew about Alex's indiscretions". He didn't want to have to quit, but if he insulted Yalandra again, he'd have to.
He just wished she could make it easier for him. He wished she would love him. They hadn't made love since that first time; she didn't seem to want that intimacy again. But he found hope in the way she looked at him when she thought he wasn't looking. He was just about to leave for his boss's office when he spotted a letter in his mail pile- a new letter.
He opened it to find that it was two plane tickets to a tropical island- a private tropical island. Inside was a note that answered his question. "To Meek, with love."
She loved him. He frowned, she also knew their relationship was bad for his job. The other ticket didn't have a name on it.
A few minutes later, for the second time in his life, he left the office with Landy on his mind, this time without a word to Francis, who watched him leave in shock.
Hours later a happily crying Yalandra left the house with her Meek, who could swear he could hear his boss throwing something in his office. He grinned. Mr. Warlock no longer had any hold over Alex. Shortly before he'd walked out of the office, he'd emailed him his resignation, and stated the reason as a violation of privacy.
The front page of the paper the next morning didn't have pictures of Landy and Alex in each other's arm on some secluded beach, but the biggest headlines of the year. "Warlock genius resigns job, leaving the computer giant helpless."
Alex had left the company in dire straits. And he'd come out deliriously happy and saved Landy's reputation to boot, for on the third page of that same paper was the announcement of his engagement to the mistakenly named whore from his previous scandal. The paper changed its tune and gave out the real review of her music, which they now claimed was tasteful and sensual. The kind of music one plays on a special night with a significant other. They belatedly apologized for the first assumption they had made.
It seems for once, honesty was paying big. And love was winning the day over Warlocks and vultures.