Not Even the Lightning Bugs
"yes," was the sighing response, with more whisker-twitches of consternation. he met her gaze. whiskers twitching, twitching, as a rodent's whiskers were prone to do. even in sleep, even in repose, his nose and whiskers were ever-active.
Buttons
A soft sigh from him, whiskers twitch-twitching. twitching. her own whiskers twitched, as well. maybe a bit less frenetically. maybe. it was close. mouse-whiskers and rat-whiskers, regardless, were active things. and her nose sniffed at him.
Attention, Please
A singular whisker-twitch. and chirkof bit her lip, sighing out. "i do not know how to love. i know how to breed. but i do not know," she confessed, "how to love." "neither did i, at first.
Yellowknife
A singular whisker-twitch. whiskers brushing lower-lips. a weaker mew. legs spread. "oh ... " a pant, pant. bobtail trying to flicker, but unable. pinned beneath her backside and the navy-blue bed-sheets.
There is a Lioness in my House! (corrected)
Her ears stood up, her whiskers swung forward so i lowered the dagger a little bit, ready to kill her if she would have changed her mind, but she caught my bait already: her eyes were on the chicken not on me.
Let the Bed-Bat Bite
The mouse just swallowed, whiskers ever-twitching, watching her quietly. making full-on eye-contact. at this, she gave him a genuine, giggle-chittering smile.
No End in Sight
"mm ... mm," he went, licking his creamy, buttery lips, grooming his whisker tips. weakly getting to his knees. licking his paws, and swiping back his whiskers (as mouses groomed). "oh ... oh," she panted.
All Ears
His whiskers quivered with repressed fear. "try it, and that foot-paw will have five nice, bloody gashes through it." the cougar readied his paws.
Making Love-Bubbles
"it's ... it's fine," the mouse said, whiskers twitching. he looked around. "i should've come down here in the first place." "why didn't you?" a whisker-twitch. "i didn't wanna distract you from your work."
Hush
Just took a deep, shaky breath, his pink, sniffing nose ever-breathing, and his clear, long whiskers ever a-twitch, a-twitch. feeling the distant vibrations in the atmosphere.
Fyrebrand Cafe
Thunder asked, twirling one of his whiskers around. mel nodded eagerly. if the food here was as good as the drinks, then he may have found a new place to visit, despite the oddities.
'Til We Have Faces
"uh ... um ... " whiskers twitching and tail snaking. ears at a super-swivel. "you are scaring him," was a new voice. alabaster. who was taking his lunch break the same time as ural.