{"sf1_id":7971,"sf2_id":"0mv5aWev","title":"Sign Here","author":"Squirrel","words":2827,"posted_at":"2005-11-18T02:58:00.000Z","tags":["M/F","Mouse","Rabbit","Romance","Vaginal"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/7971-sign-here","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/0mv5aWev","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=7971\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"\" ... so, he was, like, 'Sign here,' and ... so, I did.\"  \n  \n\"The UPS fur?\"  \n  \n\"Mm,\" went Field, nodding, swallowing a sip of cherry 7-Up. He nodded and continued, \"So, like, five minutes later, the cover to the ice machine comes undone ... and I step away from it, like, two seconds before it falls. And that thing's, like, metal.\"  \n  \n\"Honey,\" she whispered.  \n  \n\"Mm?\" He took another sip of his drink. He would've preferred a bit of alcohol, but ... Aria always worried about his dependence on it. So, they were drinking soda. Sitting on the couch. And it was after 8.  \n  \n\"Stop,\" she said, whispering to his ear, \"using the word 'like.' Cause, like, if you keep doing that, it's gonna, like, annoy me. Okay?\" She smiled and pulled back.  \n  \nThe mouse giggled. Biting his lip and shrugging. \"Didn't even know I was doing it.\"  \n  \n\"Well, now you do.\"  \n  \n\"The language police conscripted you, then? While I was out?\"  \n  \n\"I've been an undercover agent for the language police,\" she said casually, eyes glowing, \"for years. Didn't you know?\"  \n  \nField giggled, the dimples showing on his furry cheeks. And he bit his lip for a moment. Before exhaling.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Aria nibbled on some cheddar cheese goldfish crackers. Field's favorite snack. They had some in a little bowl on the coffee table in front of them. In front of the couch. At her place. In the living room.  \n  \n\"So ... ?\"  \n  \n\"So ... \"  \n  \n\"So, what happened?\"  \n  \n\"Oh, well ... yeah, the ice machine,\" said Field, \"broke again. The cover fell off. And ... all sorts of weird things.\" Field worked in a restaurant. A cafeteria. 11 to 8 ... five days a week. Aria had a far better job than he, and made much more money, too, and ... Field, in the back of his mind, felt bad about that. Like ... he was less, maybe. Like, maybe, she would think he was less. He was a college drop-out. He was ...  \n  \n\"Field?\"  \n  \n\"Mm?\"  \n  \n\"You're spacing,\" she told him. \"Again.\"  \n  \nHe smiled apologetically. A bit weakly.  \n  \n\"You okay?\" she whispered, putting a paw on his shoulder.  \n  \n\"Yeah,\" was all he said, pausing. Staring at the cherry 7-Up. The blushing pink of it. The bubbles. The ice cubes. The condensation on the glass. \"Anyway,\" he said, voice quieter now. \"So, when I left, the car wouldn't start. Took a few tries. And ... I don't know. I just kept thinking it was cause I signed that form ... that electronic data pad thing the UPS fur shoved at me. I mean, there's, like ... oops, sorry,\" he said, catching his own use of the word 'like.' \"I mean, there are thirty other furs working in the restaurant at the time, and ... the UPS fur couldn't find a manager to sign for the delivery, so he looked to me. And ... I signed it. And, then, after that, he squinted and peered at the pad and asked me what my name was. Made me say it aloud.\" A pause. A squint. \"Were I the paranoid type, I might think he had an electronic recording device embedded on him ... and he was hired simply to enter the building and get my voice on record. To steal my identity, maybe, or ... \"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Aria giggled. \"Whatever ... \"  \n  \n\"No, but ... \" A smile spread across Field's muzzle. \"Wouldn't that make a good story?\"  \n  \nShe tilted her head and gave an acknowledging nod. \"It could.\"  \n  \nField smiled and reached for his 7-Up glass. It was cold to the touch. And he sipped, sipped. And stopped. And put it down. Clearing his throat, and then ... looking back to her. To Aria. The rabbit. His mate.  \n  \nShe smiled at him.  \n  \nHe blushed, nodding, finishing, \"But, yeah, it ... was an okay day. I kept myself ... occupied. Me and my busy mind.\"  \n  \n\"Mousey, mousey mind,\" she whispered teasingly.  \n  \nHe giggled, ears at their swivel-swivel. Whiskers at their wiggle-waggle. Tail at its motor-motor.  \n  \nThere was a pause. A light, airy pause. Where neither of them made a move or a sound. Just sitting there, side-by-side, and ...  \n  \n... she leaned forward. Planted the kiss on his cheek. Sweet, sweet peck to the cheek. And then she pulled back.  \n  \nField blushed. His ears, they flushed. The pink of his ears getting pinker.  \n  \n\"So cute,\" she whispered.  \n  \nWhich only caused Field to blush more.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"You okay?\" she said, still at a whisper.  \n  \nHe swallowed, nodding. Nibbling on some goldfish crackers. \"Yeah.\" His voice was quiet. \"Just ... you know, it's ... sometimes, it's a bit taxing.\"  \n  \n\"What is?\" She tilted her head.  \n  \n\"My mousey mind.\"  \n  \n\"Saying you're a paw-ful?\"  \n  \n\"I am, aren't I?\" He twitched. He twitched and sipped his drink again.  \n  \n\"I rather like having my paws,\" she commented, \"full of you.\" A giggle. \"That sounded cheesy, I know, but ... a mouse should appreciate cheesy words, no?\"  \n  \nHe couldn't help but smile. Biting his lip, shaking his head. \"Mm.\"  \n  \n\"Mm,\" she mocked.  \n  \n\"Mm,\" he went again, turning to put his nose to hers. Twitching nose to her nose ... nose-nuzzling. And smiling.  \n  \nAnd their noses slowly tilted, slid from each other.  \n  \nGiving way to a kiss.  \n  \nSlow and soft and ...  \n  \n\"So,\" Aria breathed, swallowing, the kiss broken.  \n  \n\"So?\"  \n  \n\"So,\" she whispered, paw on his thigh. \"What does it take to calm a mousey mind?\"  \n  \nField giggled, looking away.  \n  \nHer paws went to his chin, bringing his gaze back to her.  \n  \n\"Mm?\" she went.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Well ... \"  \n  \n\"Well,\" she echoed. And kissed him again.  \n  \n\"You'd do well,\" Field told her, panting lightly, still blushing, \"as a mockingbird.\"  \n  \nAria laughed a bit.  \n  \nField sipped from his drink again. It was nearly gone. And he swallowed, and ... allowed himself to be pulled down to his side. On the couch. On the cushions.  \n  \n\"You okay?\" she asked.  \n  \n\"You always ask me that,\" he whispered.  \n  \n\"Cause ... I love you,\" was her response. \"Cause I feel it needs asking. Cause, sometimes,\" she told him, \"you don't always admit it ... when you're not okay. Sometimes, you try to keep it to yourself. And you shouldn't do that ... \"  \n  \n\"You ask me all the time ... \"  \n  \n\"Just like you apologize all the time.\"  \n  \n\"Do not,\" he whispered.  \n  \n\"Do ... \"  \n  \n\" ... not.\"  \n  \n\"Well, you do,\" she told him.  \n  \nHe shook his head.  \n  \n\"Field, I'm not trying to argue. I'm just saying ... it shouldn't make you upset,\" she started.  \n\"I just ... \"  \n  \n\" ... when I ask if you're okay. I'm asking out of love. Cause I'm ... \"  \n  \n\" ... keep thinking you're asking cause you think I'm helpless.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \" ... worried. No, I don't think you're helpless,\" she said, answering him. Paw on his side. Running up and down his side.  \n  \nHe closed his eyes and breathed. Nodding lightly. And, after a moment of quiet, asked, \"How was your work?\"  \n  \n\"Meetings all day. Wasn't very productive.\"  \n  \n\"I'm sorry ... \"  \n  \n\"No, don't be,\" she said, nuzzling up to him.  \n  \nThe mouse sighed and wrapped his paws around her ... and his whiskers twitched. He gave a little squeak. A little mousey chitter.  \n  \n\"Hmm?\" went the rabbit, eyes closed.  \n  \n\"Mm ... well, I ... want our clothes off,\" he whispered. As if they might be overheard. As if, maybe, God was watching this.  \n  \nShe giggled.  \n  \n\"That's NOT why,\" he objected.  \n  \n\"It's okay ... if it is,\" she said, giggling.  \n  \n\"Darling,\" he said, flustered, frowning a bit ... \" ... I just ... \"  \n  \n\"I'm teasing, honey,\" she whispered. Nose to his again. Wriggling out of her attire. And the mouse simultaneously wriggling out of his. Slow. Sensual. Slipping out of their shirts, their ...  \n  \n\"I just ... love being close to you,\" he whispered. \"You're so warm, and ... you're so ... \" His words faltered at another kiss. As her legs kicked the air ... sending the remainder of her clothing sailing up and behind the couch.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Nice,\" he panted.  \n  \n\"The kiss or the kick?\"  \n  \n\"Well, I'm ... not gonna be picky. They were both ... \"  \n  \nShe giggled, her foot-paws running up and down his lower legs, working his pants off.  \n  \nHe blushed but smiled, giggling very quietly.  \n  \nUntil they were both bare.  \n  \nAnd they lay there.  \n  \nAnd Field put an arm around her, and she put an arm around him. And they slipped their legs in and between each other. A tangle of furry limbs.  \n  \nAria breathed slowly in and out.  \n  \nAs did Field.  \n  \nThey talked, for a bit, in whispers. In quiet, delicate voices.  \n  \n\"I was wishing,\" said Field, eyes closed. \"Was wishing,\" he repeated, \"for the snow this morning ... that it would stick. That it would cover us all. Everything. And ... would trap us here.\"  \n  \n\"Yeah?\"  \n  \n\"And we would just lay here, together, huddled, cuddled, nuzzled ... \"  \n  \n\" ... and all those other -uzzles,\" she added.  \n  \nHe nodded dreamily. \"Yeah.\" A breath. \"A delicate November. And the world would be so fragile that, were we to leave the house, we might break it.\"  \n  \n\"Break the world?\" she asked.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"With our steps. With our sounds. With ... \"  \n  \n\"Like the world was glass?\"  \n  \n\"Not glass,\" he told her. Breathing. \"Ice. Snow.\"  \n  \nShe listened, thin, long rabbit ears waggling a bit.  \n  \n\"And,\" Field said, nose against the fur of her neck, \"we would have to stay inside. Would have to stay still. We wouldn't be able to move from here. Wouldn't be able to part.\"  \n  \n\"What makes you think,\" she said, \"that we can ... as it is? That we could part right now, even if we wanted to?\"  \n  \n\"We parted this morning. We'll part tomorrow morning. Off at our works. Off at ... \"  \n  \n\"So, let's run away,\" she suggested. \"Let's sell our things, buy some plane tickets to the Alaskan bush ... and we'll go deep into the frontier. We'll live unhindered.\"  \n  \n\"Might be difficult,\" was all he said.  \n  \n\"Might be,\" she concurred.  \n  \nQuiet befell them. For a moment. For several seconds.  \n  \n\"Our love won't be broken ... if that's what you're worried about.\"  \n  \n\"I'm not.\"  \n  \n\"But you fear losing it?\"  \n  \n\"I fear a lot of things. I'm a mouse,\" he defended.  \n  \n\"We won't lose this. We won't part.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Promise me ... ?\"  \n  \nShe nodded quietly. \"I do ... \"  \n  \n\"But we can never ... \"  \n  \n\"Field, I promise you,\" she whispered. \"If our love is ever broken, it won't be by ordinary things. It'll have to be through other-worldly intervention. Cause I'm ... \"  \n  \n\" ... stubborn?\" he supplied, smiling.  \n  \nShe giggled. \"Well, I was gonna say ... yeah,\" she said. \"No, I was ... gonna say that I'm not giving up.\"  \n  \n\"I'm not,\" he supplied, \"either. I won't ... \"  \n  \n\"I know.\" Her paw ran up and down his side. Up and down ... up, up ... pause. Down.  \n  \nField sighed. Squeaked a bit. Airily, from the throat. \"You know,\" he confided. \"A month ago, I ... I didn't think I would love again. I was ... so scared, and now ... \"  \n  \n\"It's okay ... \"  \n  \n\" ... I'm so grateful, cause ... \"  \n  \n\"Field, it's alright ... \"  \n  \n\" ... I was ... no, it's not. I was torn apart, blown to bits. By all my struggles. And ... I was a mess. I was timid and ... \"  \n  \n\" ... still are. Still timid.\"  \n  \n\"But I'm better. You make me ... \" He faltered, voice catching. Getting emotional. As he was liable to do. \"You make me better.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She swallowed at this, eyes watering. Her smile so wide, so unguarded, and she leaned forward to kiss his lips. Gently. Gingerly. Gracefully. And going, \"And you are my glow.\"  \n  \nHe closed his eyes, paws in her fur.  \n  \n\"My light.\"  \n  \nHe blushed. Starting to lose himself in the depth of it all. The words. The love. The feeling.  \n  \nAnd she kissed again.  \n  \nHe kissed back.  \n  \nTheir hearts beating in tandem.  \n  \nHe kissed her again. Again. Initiating the kisses this time, taking the lead (as she had been teaching him to do ... though she would always take the lead from him ... when she knew he needed for her to do so).  \n  \nThe rabbit, paws to the mouse's hips, sucked on his lower lip.  \n  \nHe panted lightly, sucking back ... trying to stick his tongue between her lips.  \n  \nTongues meeting tip-to-tip.  \n  \nTheir breathing, their warmth, their simmering, silky passion. Stemming like the summer's rising.  \n  \nThe mouse, panting, reached down to lift one of her legs. So he could get at her ... from their side-by-side position.  \n  \nShe helped him out.  \n  \nAnd the mouse, at first, simply grinded, bumped ... gently against her. Hip-to-hip.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She closed her eyes, breathing faster ... feeling him all over. And reaching down a paw and feeling for his mouse-hood. She knew it was there. Knew the state it was in. Else he wouldn't be clambering to get inside her. She giggled at the thought. At his eagerness. Almost innocent, the way he wanted her. Nothing carnal about it. He just ... wanted her. And she wanted him. And wanted it, too, so ... she pointed him in the right direction, wriggling her body to give him better access.  \n  \nBoth furs sinking into the cushions.  \n  \nField blushing, Aria shushing him ... encouraging him ...  \n  \n... as he pushed his hips forward. As he slid slowly, steadily through her. Into her. Into the silky softness. Into the heat and muscle and wetness. So that their bodies were linked. One flesh, one fur. As intimate as they could be.  \n  \nField pulled back ... pushed forward. A paw under her thigh, helping keep her leg elevated. \"Should,\" the mouse panted, eyes closed. \"Should I, uh ... should we ... \"  \n  \n\"No, it's ... it's fine,\" she told him. They had never done it like this. In this particular position. Not yet. \"Keep going ... \"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The mouse did as told ... gently. Always, he was gentle. A reflection of his timidity. Of his uncertainty.  \n  \nBut she loved it ... how gentle he was. How his paws were roving over her. How his shy, little kisses were meeting her fur. How his twitching whiskers were brushing her cheeks. How his thin, ropy tail would coil around her ankle ... how he would squeak so shyly, so softly ... squeak from the pleasure. Squeak from the closeness. Squeak. Squeak.  \n  \nShe smiled ... rocking with him. Writhing with him. \"Mm ... mm ... \"  \n  \n\"Oh ... \" The mouse took a deep breath. Breaths coming faster. \"Uh ... \" Paws fishing round her body. Chest up against her breasts, and a paw trying to get there ... to rub a thumb over a nipple.  \nShe giggled as he tried to figure out what to do to her. Tried to stimulate her all over. He could never decide what to do. Was always so flustered.  \n  \n\"Just ... um ... relax,\" she advised. Hugging him.  \n  \nAnd he hugged back, and he nodded.  \n  \nAnd she simply breathed as, connected, they wriggled and wormed on the cushions of the couch. The rising, rising passion, the climbing pleasure.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Until Field's body began to get erratic. As his breathing did. As his squeaking did. And he slowed, nearly stopping. Waiting for her.  \n  \n\"You don't have ... mm ... have ... \" She swallowed, her throat dry. \"Please, don't ... stop. Go,\" she urged. \"If you need it ... go ... I'll be close behind. Don't ... \"  \n  \nHe nodded, blushing, and started up again. Squeaking, growing erratic, going faster. Rocking her, humping ...  \n  \nShe let out a bit of a moan. Nodding, nodding ...  \n  \nField began to whimper. Which meant he was only seconds away.  \n  \nShe hugged him as best she could ... as close as she could. Clutching the fur on his back and rump ... toying with the base of his long, pink tail.  \n  \n\"Mm ... oh, oh ... \" The mouse arched, squeaking out. Shivering, nearly, as he came. As his mouse-hood pulsated and pumped his seed. Twitching, twitching ... spurting. Sowing it into her.  \n  \nShe felt a warming sensation, a growing warmth, a building ... building sensation. Growing, and ... she followed suit. Chittering.  \n  \nHe hugged her, still inside her ... and breathed deeply of the fur of her neck. Their fur matted with a light sweat.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She hit her own orgasm. Eyes squeezed shut. Panting, panting ... panting ...  \n  \nAnd they lay in the glow of that. In the result of it. The sharing of their love.  \n  \nThey lay for a minute.  \n  \nA minute more.  \n  \nField's tail trailing to the floor.  \n  \nAnd Aria, breathing slowly, having regained her composure (and feeling Field slip out of her), said, whispering, \"How's your ... mousey mind now?\"  \n  \nField blushed warmly. \"Mm ... magnificent.\"  \n  \nThey giggled together.  \n  \nAnd, outside, it was snowing again.  \n  \n  \n\n"}