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"Wow."

"Yeah, hon?"

"Wow..."

"Mm-hmm?"

"Wow."

"That good, huh?"

"Holy_shit_, Lorelei..."

Lorelei grinned and watched her boyfriend recuperate from the pleasure they had both just enjoyed. It took a lot to make her boyfriend speechless. Anthony, a wolverine, who had served a couple tours in the Middle East, in the Marine Corps, could only be rendered abso-fucking-lutely speechless by a few things. What his mouse girlfriend had just done was one of them. And that was saying something.

His broad chest rose and fell with a relaxed, satisfied sigh. He smiled when Lorelei ran her hands over his chest and stomach, nuzzling her little blonde head under his chin. The mouse had no chance disguising the smugness in her tone as she kissed his cheek: "I take it you enjoyed that?"

"Baby, that was the best."

"You're just saying that."

"The fuck I am."

"I love it when you talk dirty," she said with a grin. "But seriously, it was good?"

"Lori, it was great," he assured her. "No one could do it better."

She sighed. He wasn't being honest. "No one could do it better, huh?"

"That's right."

"What about your mom?"

This time Anthony looked a little sheepish. "Well..."

Lorelei sighed and stood up, taking his dinner plate with her. "It's okay, I don't mind. It was my first time making German food anyway."

Anthony put his napkin down on the table and stood to help her. He kissed her forehead. "It's fine...it was really good. And where did you get the spatzel?"

"I told you, I made it. I found a spatzel maker in town."

"The wurst was really good."

"You don't have to over-compliment me just because my cooking's not as good as your mom's, you know." Lorelei wasn't complaining: Anthony's mom, a hot-blooded German American, made the best damn schnitzel Lorelei had ever tasted (Anthony had brought home leftovers last time he had visited his family; Lorelei had been sick and couldn't go), with homemade spatzel, and even better...a huge slice of homemade Black Forest Cake, so decadently chocolatey it made Death By Chocolate taste like vanilla. Mrs. Freedman was one hell of a good cook, and Lorelei had never known anyone to personify the "Mama Bear" so well, at least as far as she had been told. She had yet to meet her boyfriend's family, but to hear him talk about them...

Now she knew where Anthony got it (which was interesting, she thought. Anthony's father seemed incredibly laid back, while his mother was a real spitfire; Lorelei would have sworn her boyfriend would be more like his father...not that she was complaining).

"I feel bad," he said guiltily, putting the dishes in the sink. "You worked really hard on this, I know." And he could see the evidence of it: there was flour and bits of vegetables and random bits of food splattered across the counter of Lorelei's tiny kitchenette. She'd made damn sure that whatever she was cooking that night, it would be from scratch (except the wurst; she wasn't that dedicated).

She walked up and hugged him from behind. A few short months ago, she never would have dared to do that. Anthony was still much too jumpy from his deployments to "suffer a hit on my six" as he had put it. Now he had mellowed out a bit, and even got through the Independence Day fireworks without too much trouble; before, the fireworks would make him jump right out of his fur. A lot of loud noises did that to him, she quickly realized. It was probably one of the reasons he preferred his cabin in the mountains to the city. Lorelei knew better than to ask him about his service; he would tell her when he was ready, if he ever did tell her. She was fine with that. There were certain things that even she, as a journalist, wouldn't want to know. War was one of them.

"Honey, it's fine," she assured him. "It's just like your mom said: the best compliment for a cook is a silent table."

Anthony smiled a little. "Yeah..."

"And you were pretty silent tonight."

"Too busy eating."

"See? That's exactly what I was going for." She hugged him a little tighter, pressing her cheek against his back. He was significantly larger than her: beefier, taller, much more muscular, so her head only came up to just below his shoulder. The difference in sizes should have made certain activities a little more difficult...but for them, it somehow worked out. "I also bought some schnapps, in case you're interested."

"I am," he said haltingly, turning to look over his broad shoulder at her. He wore a dubious expression. "But I'm worried how you would handle it. You said so yourself, you're not much of a drinker."

"How bad could a couple shots of schnapps be?" she asked. She should have trusted her wolverine boyfriend's look. One shot later, the petite blonde mouse was suitably tipsy. She didn't know if she was drunk, but she did feel looser than before. Anthony didn't drink, something she found a bit odd, but she didn't complain. Lorelei had taken her first - and only - shot as one would have taken any other, and the speed it took her to get woozy was significantly higher than if she'd been sipping wine. Though the glass of Riesling she had at dinner probably had something to do with it...

"You okay, babe?" he asked her as she collapsed against his broad chest, pressing her ear down so she could hear his heart beating. The blonde mouse sighed happily and nuzzled him. "Mmm...yeah, m'good..."

"You're drunk, aren't you?"

"Mebbe?"

He snorted but laughed anyway, setting his glass of water down and pulling her into his lap. She collapsed into his arms as they cuddled together on the couch in her tiny loft apartment, the TV on some channel that neither of them really cared about. Lorelei curled up with him, safely cocooned in his embrace. Lorelei caught herself wondering why she had never been with a wolverine before now. Their fur was remarkably softer than she'd thought, and was so thick and warm, and while some were "fluffier" than others, beneath Anthony's fuzzy exterior were some serious muscles. She loved to run her fingers over his arms and shoulders; it gave her chills knowing that he was hers, and she was his...the good kind of chills, obviously.

"You wanna have sex?"

Anthony froze, blinked a few times in surprise, then looked down at his girlfriend. "Um, huh?"

"Wanna have sex?"

"Like, right now?"

"Yup."

"You're drunk."

"Fuck me."

"Okay."

Lorelei shifted in his lap and kissed him, running her hands over his chest. Her fingers trailed up his neck and ran through his hair as she pressed her breasts against his broad chest. His hands readily moved to her waist, likewise moving up her body to cup and fondle her breasts through her shirt.

Lorelei wasted no time in lifting up her shirt, allowing him to take it off while her fingers moved down to unbutton her jeans. Anthony kissed and nuzzled her neck, leaving little nips against her skin as one hand crept down her body and between her legs. The mouse gasped when he began rubbing, and even through the denim she could feel herself getting wet. Lorelei stood - a little shakily - and barely managed to peel her jeans off her body before collapsing back into her boyfriend's lap.

The wolverine didn't seem to mind, as he reached up and deftly unhooked her bra, his other hand working his zipper down.

"You took the pill, right?" he asked.

"IUD, remember?" she reminded him.

"Right, right..."

Lorelei leaned in and kissed him deeply, her hand moving down to stroke him through his jeans. "Don't worry," she whispered against his lips, "We've been careful..." She squeaked when he groped her ass and growled into another kiss. She loved it when he did that, it was such a turn on. She loved it when he kissed her, any time he kissed her. Most of all, she loved the "Hello Kiss", which he gave her every time they met now...

It took Lorelei by surprise, which it did every time he did it, even though he kissed her like that every time he met her, and every time he left. And he didn't just kiss her - no, he held her, dipped her back into a graceful backbend like he was Clark Gable she was Vivien Leigh on a movie poster. That was the way her man kissed.

Now however his kisses were needy and demanding, but Lorelei gave as good as she got, guiding his fingers down between her legs and inside her panties. She heard him gasp. "Holy hell, Lori, you're soaking wet."

"I want you."

"Oh god, baby, I want you, too."

Lorelei struggled and with his help got her panties off, but before they had even fallen off her legs, she straddled his lap, rubbing herself against his jeans. "You're a little overdressed," she teased as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He growled in frustration and impatiently unbuttoned his jeans and shoved them and his boxers down his hips. "Someone's eager," she giggled.

"Jesus Christ, Lorelei, don't tease..."

She obeyed long enough to grasp his cock in her hand and guide it to her slit before she sank down onto it. A moan escaped both of them before the mouse started to roll her hips against his. Anthony grabbed her hips and squeezed her ass, pulling her closer to him as she rocked against him. He could feel her need, how hot she felt, and Lorelei wanted nothing more than to fuck him and be fucked.

She slowly raised her hips, then sank back down quickly onto his cock, rubbing herself against him. His hands on her hips guided her as she rose and sank, up and down on his cock until she got into a rhythm. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, pressing her breasts against his chest. He was already groaning, gritting his teeth and letting out pleasured growls.

They moved together, rubbing each other, kissing all over, their hands moving all over each other's bodies. Lorelei felt so safe in Anthony's burly arms, and both of them were getting hot and sweaty from the gentle lovemaking on the couch. Before long, however, Lorelei felt herself tiring, and she slowed down the pace, tried to find her second wind.

Anthony wouldn't let her. He pulled her off him, laid her face-down over the arm of the sofa and lifted her hips. Lorelei smiled and licked her lips. "Ohh yeah, that's it, baby..."

He entered her swiftly with a growl, the force of the thrust nearly throwing her over the side of the couch. She gripped upholstery as he started plowing into her, rough and hard, giving in to his baser urges, mating her, making her his, and his alone. Being taken so forcefully was too much for the mouse, who came in no time at all.

The wolverine kept going, thrusting erratically, sweat dripping from his brow until finally he came hard, releasing a torrent of cum into his girlfriend's waiting slit. He collapsed over her, covering her back with his body. She could tell from the heat coming off him how much he'd enjoyed it, how hot he had gotten. She smiled and sighed contentedly beneath him. "How about a shower?" she asked.

Panting, he asked, "Do I get to fuck you again if I do?"

"I was thinking of going down on you in the shower once you're all cleaned off." She felt his softening cock suddenly throb again inside her. "I take it you're open to that?"

"God damn right I am."

---

It felt like mere seconds after Lorelei's head hit the pillow when her cell phone rang. She cracked open her eyes and realized the light filtering in through the closed blinds was the morning sun, and it was probably late morning already. A quick glance at the alarm clock on her nightstand told her it was only 8:30. Then she felt like she would be sick. She knew only one person who would call her at 8:30 on a Saturday morning.

Feeling she couldn't delay the inevitable, she picked up the phone and answered it. "Hello?"

"Lorelei?"

"Oh. Hi, Mom."

"That's it? Two years, not even a Christmas card from you, and all you have to say is 'Hi, Mom'?"

"You didn't send cards either. In fact, this is the first phone call from you in those two years, so don't judge me."

"Let's not do this. I know we didn't part on the best of terms, and that we haven't talked for a while, but I want to change that."

"Uh-huh."

"Why don't you come over to dinner, tomorrow night? A nice family dinner, just like old times?"

Lorelei held her tongue. She saw Anthony, who was still next to her in bed, was wide awake and listening carefully.

"What's the occasion?" Lorelei asked lightly. The last time she had been invited to a 'nice family dinner', it had ended in tears. Literally.

"Well," Lorelei's mother continued, "We'd like to meet this new boyfriend of yours."

The mouse felt the blood draining from her face. Even Anthony looked surprised, but he didn't say anything.

"How...how did you find out about Anthony?"

"Oh so that's his name? At least we'll know something about him. I had to get all my information from Susan Bellamy, you remember her?"

"That lady from church with the asshole husband who cheated on her with every female member of the choir? Yeah, I remember. She likes to gossip."

Anthony furrowed his brows. He had never known his girlfriend to get so...catty when talking about another person. He heard the exasperated sigh on the other end of the line.

"Yes,that Susan Bellamy. She told me she saw you, with a wolverine, at Walgreens, buying condoms, last time she was in the city about 2 weeks ago. She said you looked like you had gained some weight, so I..."

"I'm not pregnant."

"I wasn't going to--"

"Sure," Lorelei cut her off. "But keep in mind this information of yours is coming from the same bitch who thought I was an anorexic all those years. And if she thinks I've gained weight, well, unless she got liposuction and removed those three hundred pounds, she doesn't have room to talk."

The other end was silent for a long moment. Lorelei secretly knew her mother agreed with her, but was too polite to say it out loud.

"Would you and Anthony kindly come to dinner at our house tomorrow night?" was the forced civil response.

Lorelei looked at Anthony, who only shrugged. "Whatever you want, babe," he whispered.

Whatever she wanted? She wanted to hang up and end this conversation now, forever. She wanted to never speak to them again. But somewhere - and she kicked herself for it - the residual codependency reared its ugly head.

"Sure. We'll be there. Five o'clock?"

"Five-thirty would be fine. Whenever you feel like getting here. Dinner is at seven, as usual."

"Right. Okay. See you then."

When Lorelei pressed the red button to end the call, she resisted the urge to throw the phone against the wall.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"To me?" Anthony asked.

"Yes. I don't know what convinced me to say yes."

"Well, I guess we're supposed to meet each other's parents eventually." He laid back on the mattress and asked, "You really haven't talked with your family in two years?"

"We had a falling out," was all she said.

"And you don't want to share?"

"Didn't seem important."

"Now we're going to dinner, to see people you haven't spoken to in two years...why?"

Lorelei sighed and climbed out of bed. "Because if we don't, they'll think I'm hiding something, and they'll hire a private detective to make sure I'm not doing any drugs or that I'm not doing anything illegal."

She looked over her shoulder and had to smile at his expression. "I hope you're joking," he said.

"Nope. They did it my sophomore year of college. I was dating a zebra at the time. Daddy's not...exactly a fan of those of African descent."

"A zebra?" he blanched. "All this time, I've been competing with a zebra?!"

Lorelei playfully threw her pillow at him. "Relax, he wasn't that good anyway. If Daddy hadn't raised hell about me dating him, the relationship probably would've only lasted another month or so. But that's ancient history. My parents have tried to control me my whole life. So two years ago, I said enough, and I left. Never called, never sent cards, nothing."

"How far away do they live?"

"Next town over."

"They live that close and you haven't seen each other in two years?"

"We walk in different circles. Very different circles. Is that so wrong?"

The wolverine was silent for a moment, then sat up in bed, the sheets pooling around his waist. "No, nothing's wrong, per se...just I don't think I could stop talking to anyone in my family for longer than a week. It's just...weird."

Lorelei pulled on a bathrobe and made her way to the kitchen to make breakfast. "Weird isn't the word I'd use...but I guess it's close." She paused at the doorway. "If you don't want to come, I totally understand."

"And leave you to suffer alone? Not a chance in hell." He stood and, ignoring his nakedness, strode right over to her. "This obviously bothers you. I'm not letting you go alone. They wanna meet me? Fine." He grinned wolfishly. "We'll meet."

Lorelei finally smiled. "So you're going to scare the hell out of them?"

"Isn't that my right as your overprotective boyfriend?"

Lorelei smirked, and yet her stomach churned. She had a feeling this meeting with her parents would not go well at all.