Without Words
Author's note: Before you start sending me random e-mails, I'll just answer your questions now.
NO, this is not Roommates 10.
YES, I am working on Roommates 10. As a matter of fact, I'm almost done with it, and I should have it out by late January/early Feburary.
Moving on...
This started as a writing excersize for myself. A challenge, if you will. I've noticed that my stories have been, thus far, dialogue heavy. Not that there's anything wrong with that... I just wanted to see if I could make a story without dialogue. Looking at the end result, I'm very pleased with it, and have decided to share it with you all.
Take a story, add some sweetness, but some spice... don't want it too sweet... and subtract the dialogue... and you get... this.
Enjoy.
Without Words
Snow swirled through the air, the waltz of winter gently falling. Some came to rest on the trees, others in the fields of grass, large and small. A group fell together on a particular street, on a particular modest house, one of many that provided warmth and comfort to the occupants. In this house, two beings lay on a couch, cuddled together for warmth and closeness under a blanket, watching the television.
It was one of those romantic comedies, made to warm the heart while getting a laugh. For now, however, the focus of attention wasn't on the female mouse and male rabbit onscreen, passionately kissing, but on the female rabbit and male mouse snuggled under the blanket. The mouse's arms wrapped around the waist of his bunny love as if to never let go, the rabbit feeling his embrace and relishing in the emotion behind it, stroking his paws with her thumb as the movie faded to black.
At movie's end, the mouse was feeling decidedly playful, stroking his paw tips into her stomach, eliciting a small giggle and a squirm from his mate. She framed her face in a frown of disapproval, her eyes giggling still as she did so. Before she could begin to reprimand him, he tickled her again, her stern statement lost among peals of laughter.
Sensing she had enough, he switched to simply stroking her sensitive stomach fur until she subsided enough to turn around and glower at him. He knew perfectly well how much she hated being tickled, but it never did deter him from doing so spontaneously. The way she scrunched up her face never failed to amuse him, however, and he was unable to keep from smiling, a chortle waiting for the right time to burst out.
Unable to penetrate his smile with her glare, she turned around, making sure to throw her body against him as she defiantly watched the previously unnoticed news program. The stand off lasted about a minute, after which the rabbit felt a soft nuzzle on her cheek. She shrugged it off. It came again, persistent. Her eyes did not waver, but her expression softened. Slowly, with gentle scritches of her sides and many, many nuzzles, the mouse melted his mate's wall of ice.
He did not let it die there, however. His tongue slipped out and caressed her neck, drawing a small, surprised half-mewl from her. She looked at him, seeing his slightly bowed, apologetic features. But. There was that look in his eyes, a look she had come to know well. Her features changed from questioning to a small smile, settling herself in his roaming embrace, closing her eyes.
Again, the tongue spilled out of the muzzle of the mouse, leaving a minute trail of saliva in its wake. His paws crossed her sensitive fur in two directions; his left paw going north, his right south, burrowing under her clothes like industrious moles. Her breathing became slightly heaver as his paws cupped her modest breasts in turn, sliding also over her nub below. Her legs parted gradually at his ministrations, as his right paw rubbed at her rapidly moistening honey pot.
He listened intently for the clues. That small catch of breath. Her grip tightening on the couch. Her moans becoming half-breathed squeaks. Her scent snuck into his nose, giving extra rise to what was already there... and he knew, by her squeaks/moans growing in pitch to pull back. Her panties and his paw were soaked in her arousal, and he left a trail of it up her sensitive stomach fur, tasting it and shivering. Slowly, he eased her out of her pajama pants and white, cotton panties with her unable to protest, unable to move, unable to care.
Or so he thought. As soon as her pants left her legs, she turned on him, kissing him passionately, a soft moan coming from him. Like he knew her weaknesses, she knew his, feeling his heart flutter as she drew away luxuriously. With barely a moment in between, she grinded hard into his pelvis, watching with deep satisfaction his face contort as waves of sensation rippled through him. Her dull nails dug into his sides, sending him spiraling in the pleasure of pain.
When she finally relented, she was breathing a little heavy, the scent of them both thick in the air. His pajama bottoms sported a large wet spot, and she was certain that it wasn't just from outside. A naughty smile on her lips, she peeled away his pants, letting loose his member, and pushed them to the side, off the couch. Pulling off his shirt in much the same manner, she kissed him three times: once on his lips, once on his stomach, and once on his tip.
As it stood rigid, the rabbit took her mate's member in her grasp, stroking softly, squeezing as she came down. Bending slightly, she lapped up the clear fluid slowly dribbling from him, catching it just under his tip. She heard him gasp, her mouth descending, engulfing him. Smiling a touch, she watched him reel with sensation, slurping softly, his leak now a steady stream.
His eyes grew unfocused, her breathing heavier until she pulled off, casting her malicious smile on him, and stroking him still. Relenting to a degree, the rabbit moved back up the body on of her male, her tongue leading the way. Slowly... gradually... then up to his lips and...
Kiss. Tongues entwining, licking, sucking, gasping. She was so close. All she needed to do was just move up, her damp, hot tunnel calling. Another kiss. The moment had to be just right. Another kiss, longer... She moved her hips, perhaps unconsciously, against him. His paws cascaded down her sides and back. He bucked, missed, intentionally, gliding over her button until she threw her head back in a tortured, pleasured cry.
The mouse's paw went down--and it was batted away. She was still here, taking him into another kiss, lips fastening passionately, hungrily. By his eager response, she knew. She had never doubted, but... it was a blissful confirmation of love returned. Then and only then did she guide him into her. The two joined, and he gasped, she gasped, her paw coming away as he dove deeper, by instinct, by choice. She trembled, her ears wilting, her arms closing tighter around him. A kiss, placed on her neck, a cup of water against the inferno of desire. Now she was gone, and the mouse could only continue.
They pulled and pushed and drew back and thrusted in unison. Her movements were the driving force; their foreheads pressed together, the mouse struggling to keep his eyes open. To look upon his love, his rabbit, was all he needed. With another moan, he succumbed to imagination, seeing her as she always is: beautiful, worth living for, worth dying for.
Their grasp on each other tightened, nails raking against each other. Again and again they came together, his head thrown back now, hers curled forward. Breathing became labored as they lost themselves but held back for that one moment longer...
There.
His sensitive ears picked up those clues. The catch of breath. The small squeaks. Her grip tightening exponentially.
There.
She heard him gasp and grunt. Felt his thrusts grow erratic. Felt his muscles tense under her.
There.
The wave broke over them both, her slightly before him, as he moaned aloud, his back arching, calling out her name as she shivered, panting. The wave washed back into the sea, leaving them as they were, clinging loosely to each other, the mouse nuzzling into her mate's prone, trembling form. Slowly, she regained enough control over herself to kiss his neck. He smiled, stroking her back, keeping her warm as they rested, and soon fell asleep in each other's arms.
Outside, the snow continued falling.