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//: City of San Iadras, 'Uptown' district. "Wanna fool around while the coffee boils?" Jennifer asked, slipping back into her bedroom, the hem of her negligee getting knocked back and forth by the sultry sway of her tail. She posed on the doorframe, literally posed, shifting her shoulder just a little as if trying to look as though she was right out of a movie. Her red hair was a little too mussed for that, and she wasn't wearing any makeup. The fur between her thighs was still all ruffled up, too. Not exactly a movie star. Not exactly a honeymoon, either. But it was close enough for Troy. "Sure," he smiled, folding up the data screen he'd borrowed from her. She slipped almost liquidly from the door to the bed, crossing the intervening space in a graceful lope. She edged up onto the bed, walking on her knees. Her negligee was transparent, the almost white fur of her belly showed through the fabric as a kind of tan colour. The curls over her pubic mound, just a dark shape, made Troy feel horny. Jennifer took the screen from him and set it on her bedside table before crawling over him on all fours. He reached up to brush the hair from her eyes, and she smiled. A happy smile. A smile for him. he let his hand drop to her face, lightly rubbed the side of her muzzle. "Love you." Her smile turned into a grin. She leaned back, tugging her negligee down. "You ain't bad yourself, mister." "No?" he asked, shifting back a little to sit up. She tilted her head a little, walked forward on her knees until she could frame his face with her hands, lap gently at his lips. He shifted his head a little, trying to keep her tongue on him a little longer, until he opened his mouth, licked back, though his tongue wasn't quite so well built for it. She pushed her mouth against his, catching his tongue between her teeth lightly, shut her eyes while probing the tip of his tongue with hers, making it almost tingle. Jennifer pulled back a little, scraping her teeth over his tongue as she did, leaving it a little raw feeling. A little wanting. "That answer you?" she asked, giving his head a little shake. "Suppose it does," he offered with a little grin. She pulled her negligee down again, arching her back a little suggestively. the darker flesh of her nipples pressed at the fabric, a tuft or two of her fur poking through the weave. "So about that fooling around..." He caught her arm and pulled her close, reached around to her back, slipping his right hand along her tail, up underneath the cloth, loving the feel of her fur underneath his fingers. She twisted around a little, glancing back. "Mmm." She smiled a little as he got his hand up onto her hip, moved it around front, delicately pressed at the softness between the arch of her hipbone and abdomen. Smiled a little more when he dragged his hand higher through her fur, over her ribs, up onto her breast. Troy lifted her negligee a little more, ducked his head underneath and pushed his wet lips onto the dark tan flesh of her nipple. Her hands came down onto the back of his head when he suckled a little, moaned when he lightly grazed his teeth over the hardening tips. Her chest heaved for breath, he opened his mouth and found her pulling his head tightly against her. He closed his eyes, ran the tip of his tongue around her nipple's tip. Edging forward a little on her knees, Jennifer whispered incoherent little sounds in his ear, licked at it. Then there was a beep from the kitchen. Troy pulled back a little, reaching up to lift her negligee all the way over her breasts, looking at the way one nipple was wet, glossy in the mid-morning light. The other dry, but stiff. He closed his left hand over her dry breast, massaging at it while nuzzling his snout into the damp fur on her breast. "I think that was the coffee." She leaned back, looking incredulous. Even so, she twisted her shoulders, arched hers back into his hand as he kneaded at her, let her breath run fast. "I didn't hear anything," she insisted, with a little pout of the lips. "I'm thirsty?" he pleaded, playfully tilting his head. "Oh, all right," she sighed, crawling back off him, on her hands and knees while she stretched out to get their mugs from the table. She lifted her tail a little, and by accident or design the hem of her negligee slid along it, down off her buttocks, onto the small of her back. Leaving her exposed. Troy couldn't resist moving up behind her, kissing the stripes running over her buttocks. He bit into her fur a little, like she did so often with him. "Troy?" she asked a little huskily, glancing back over a shoulder. "Not so thirsty we have to stop," he replied, pressing a hand down on the small of her back till she got the message, dropped her chin to the bed, folding her arms underneath her head while she pushed her ass higher, spread her legs a little and kept her tail up, stiff. The dark line through the white fur on the underside of her crotch was inviting. He put a hand on one of her buttocks, stretched her open with his thumb. She wriggled a little, with her soft pink folds exposed to the cold air. Then she squirmed when he gently kissed her spread vagina, wriggled a little more when he licked it. "Oh God," she breathed. The taste of her was kind of dusky, almost like the way she smelled without perfume, fresh from the shower. He wrapped an arm around her leg, yanked himself closer to her while he buried his face in her. She shuddered a little, arching her back, giving him better access to her genitals, a better view of the way that warm, smooth flesh was wet. Not just from his saliva, either. He kissed her there again and she whimpered, letting go of the mugs so they rolled down against her elbow. He spread her open a little wider so he could make out the knot of flesh where her labia met, probed at her clit with his tongue, his snout pushed up tight against her vagina. She pushed herself higher from the bed, flexing her knees, her face among the sheets and her back arching almost more than was natural. He felt her shudder, slip against the sheets, so he urged her to lay down, lay back, moving her like soft clay in his hands. She pulled the negligee over her head, tossed it off the side of the bed and settled down, legs spread-eagled. She reached down and parted her labia wide with her fingertips, pushing the curls of her dyed in pubic hair flat. She smiled a little, tilting her head while watching him run his eyes over her body. Smiled a little more when their eyes locked. Let her jaw go slack when he closed his mouth over her, breathed down one sharp gasp. Jennifer shivered under him, clutched at the sheets as he ran his tongue along her folds, along the edge where her fur disappeared and wet, trembling flesh began. "Oh God, Troy... Oh God," she whispered, almost wailed when he grazed his lips against her clit, suckled at it like he had at her nipple. He shifted aside a little, pushing at her ruffled inner thigh to get her flat against the bed, used his right hand, his real hand, to probe at her flesh, part her lips and push them inside while tonguing her. He left her clit to the open air, kissed his way up her body, tickling at her inner walls. He wanted to see her face as she came, wanted to watch how she shuddered. Her head rolled from side to side, back arching in the rhythm of his hands. He slowed his fingers a little, watched her breathing slow a little, her breasts lifting and falling. She let her head lull back to face him, opened her eyes slowly, blinking pretty green up at him. Troy pulled his fingers from inside her, pulled them along her slit until they stopped at the arch of her labia. She grunted, rubbed her shoulders back into the bed when he ground his wet fingertips against her clit, caught the soft nub between them and stroked back and forth. "Kiss me," she pleaded, and nothing was more natural in the world. Her fast breath whispered through her nose and into his fur, making it hot. Her lips trembled on his, jaw working up and down as she drove her tongue against his, let it flail, hot and wet. She arched her hips a little, whimpering as she dragged her hands over his hips, caught the band of his boxers and tried dragging them down, but they snagged on his stiff erection, so hard it almost hurt. Troy pushed his fingertips harder into her soft flesh, pinching just a little, though his damp-slicked fur and fingerpads made it more a squeeze, a squeeze that made her tug at his shorts all the more insistently, so he did it again, harder. She jolted up, back lifting from the sheets while she groaned into his mouth, her chest vibrating with the sound. She clenched her thighs down around his hand, suddenly wetter, hotter, but not breathing so fast. just breathing deep, deep and contented as she settled back down like rippling water. Jennifer didn't pull her mouth away from his, though. So he didn't move away, lifting his left hand up to curl around the back of her neck, shifting his head just a little so he could feel his lips drag against hers. "Mmm," she purred into him, finally reaching up to push him away a little, gazing into his eyes. "I wanted you in me for that," she complained. Though it didn't sound much like a complaint. "You need to quit wearing boxers to bed." "I'm not comfy sleeping without 'em," he whined back playfully, smiling down at her. She was all out of breath, gasping in a little more every other moment. She sighed melodramatically, leaning her head back, showing off her white throat. "Just makes it so difficult to get you in me." "You like me in you?" He scootched up close to her, slipped his arm around her waist, wiped his wet right hand on the already damp sheets. She nodded a little, breasts lifting and falling for another breath. "Oh yeah. Hot 'n hard, just for me," she whispered huskily, smiling up at the ceiling. "I think you like it too, when I clench down on you as I come." He dipped his nose close to her muzzle, nudged her lips softly with his snout. "Mhmm." She lifted an eyebrow, grinned a little. "How about we try for it after coffee?" She shifted her hip to the side a little, rubbing up against the stiffness under his boxers. "Gotta do something with that, after all." He felt it twang through him. He lifted his chin up a bit, unable to help himself from snuggling closer against her, shoving his erection against her hip a little harder. "Okay," he breathed, settling a hand on her stomach lightly. She dipped her eyes a little, swung her knee to the side, parting her legs just a little. "Put your hand on me?" she wriggled back against the bed with her shoulders. "Just for a second, while I recover." He complied, pressing the flat of his palm down against her vagina, hot and wet, the tawny white fur over her labia slicked down. She smiled a little, settling down and putting her hands over his, pressing softly. She shut her eyes lightly, breathing slow. Breathing happily. For a moment, he wondered if anyone else ever lay here like this with her. If she lay with them so peaceful and happy. It wasn't quite so hurtful a thought as it had been before, maybe because she was here with him now, this second. Accepting of him, enjoying the way he pleasured her. But that was now. He didn't want to think about next week, when he'd be back in Minneapolis. Just about now. A bitter pill to swallow, but she sweetened it. He smiled a little, wondering if he'd still be so calm after he left. He hoped he would be, hoped he could remember what it was like now, this moment. She drew in a deep sniff. "Coffee," she whispered, lifting his hand a little and scooting off the bed to pick up the mugs. He watched her walk, a pleased little bounce to her step. She paused at the door, though, glancing back. "Underwear off," she chided, wagging a finger. "You had a negligee," Troy protested, pointing at where it lay, discarded off the side of the bed. "Had," Jennifer replied, slipping through the door. "Just like you had better get those boxers off," she teased. He sighed a little, squirming against the bed to lift his butt enough to shove them down. Finally he kicked them off and pulled up a creased duvet to cover himself, shifting his tail around to keep from squishing it when he sat up again. Then his phone ringed, chirping from the bedside table. He leaned over and moved Jennifer's bra from yesterday off it, setting it down carefully on the floor. He checked the caller icon. Greg. "Uh, hello?" "Why are you not here, Troy?" Greg griped. "I have a couple of disk partitions full of sim data someone fucked up." "Uh..." Troy dry swallowed. He looked up as Jennifer stepped in, held a finger over his lips to ask for quiet. Tasted her, just a little, still on his fingers. Not a bad thing to taste, all things considered. "What do you mean fucked up, Greg?" She lifted an eyebrow at him, moved to set the mugs down on the bedside table, slipping under the covers beside him. "You left some half finished fuel mix off in the side of the chamber, Germanium and shit." Greg sighed, there was an electronic beep in the background. "I get back to the lab and find half the week's sim runs screwed up because of it. We need that processor time, Troy." "Sorry, uh, what'd it do?" Troy hit speaker on the phone, tossed it down onto the sheets and gave Jennifer a little peck on the lips. Coffee, he mouthed. "I don't know, looks like it caused an uneven reaction in the fuel source. You're the damn chemist." She passed him his coffee, kissed him back ever so gently. he took a sip, dipping his eyes and trying to reason it out. "What, like a contaminant?" "I don't know, Troy. Your job, not mine. Fucking hell." Greg sighed defeatedly. "I thought you were back today." Troy scratched at his neck uncomfortably. "Had to delay my flight, I have a court date tomorrow." "Court date? What the hell are you doing down there?" "Uh..." "As Mr. Salcedo's legal council, I advise him not to answer that," Jennifer said officiously, then giggled. "Uh, Troy?" "Uh, she's my girlfriend, Greg." "That Jennifer you talk about?" "Yeah." Greg sighed again. "Well get back to me by Monday. And get through these damn sim results, I need to clear the data storage by then." "Alright, Greg. See you." "Bye Greg!" Jennifer chipped in, setting her coffee down as the phone clicked off. "You talk about me?" she grinned. "Sometimes. Nice to make him jealous of something in my life," he offered with a slight smirk. "He's been such a dick since he made department head." Troy took another sip and sighed. "Anyway. Work stuff," he offered helplessly. "I should take a look at it. And the court documents." "Lemme return the favour first?" She slipped her hand under the duvet. He wasn't erect anymore, but she slipped her fingers around his penis anyway. Slowly rubbed up and down. Troy shifted uncomfortably, settled his mug down beside hers. "I should really get on that..." "After you get off," she smirked, pulling the sheets back and ducking her head down to his crotch. "Uh, lemme just get the files moving," he protested, picking up his cell phone carefully as she pulled the blanket over her head. He struggled to remember his account details. Not so much because he wasn't familiar with logging in remotely, but because she was tugging back his furred foreskin, his sheath, breathing hot on his exposed flesh. She blew hot and cold for a moment, and he just let his head slump back. She didn't have to do anything to keep the head of his penis out of his foreskin, just wait for it to finish stiffening in her hands. But Jennifer didn't wait, running her hard tongue along his dick's underside. He could hear her taking hot little breaths around him, feel his fur ruffle, feel himself ache for her. Then she closed her mouth on him, sucking gently while bobbing her head, raising creases in the blankets. He pushed them off, down onto her shoulders. She glanced up at him amusedly, flashing those pretty green eyes at him while the pink of his erection disappeared into her mouth every time she sank her head down. He thought he'd orgasm then and there, but she caught the look in his eye, let him slip from her mouth as she straightened a little, tucking her hair behind an ear. Jennifer bunched her fist around his erection, squeezed a little and made him moan. She ducked her head, kissed the head of his throbbing penis gently. "This is why underwear's no fun," she offered, licking at her lips while slipping a knee across his legs, scooting forward in shuffling little movements, straddling him again. Troy looked down at the damp fur between her legs, just below her red curls. She seemed to shiver a little in anticipation, putting her other hand to her vagina, splaying herself open with a forefinger. "I kinda liked the negligee," he managed to whisper. "That's just decoration," she replied, lightly stroking her fingers over his shaft. "Weren't you going to get those files moving?" she asked with a teasing smirk. Troy stared at the cell phone in his hand. "Yeah," he breathed, thumbing in commands before setting it aside on her bedside table. He shifted on the bed underneath her, twisting his tail around so he could sit up a little. She didn't let go of his dick, just followed his movements with some of her own, grinning a little, ducking herself so her slick flesh met his for just an instant. "Uh, Jesus..." She grinned a little more and put both of her hands on his abdomen, as though framing the view for him. She let herself down slowly, so first he felt the slick friction of her fur, then a little line of heat as she let herself down a little more, the tip of his erection parting her open. She bit her lip gently, slowly edging down, shifting her hips just a little so he could see the way her labia parted around his erection. See how wet she was. "Kinda pretty, isn't it, you and me?" she asked, ducking her head, hunching forward to just catch a glimpse of him entering her, unable to flex forward enough to see everything. Troy nodded, staring. She pulled up a little, and the pink of her inner lips dragged behind on him, as if trying to hold on. "Oh yeah." She lifted herself, and he almost groaned, bucked his hips a little to follow her, stay in her warmth. He popped out of her with a little slurping sound, and he could only whimper. "Don't look so disappointed," she said with a little smirk, pulling open a drawer on her bedside table, fingering through it. A line of clear fluid dangled the half inch or so between him and her, linking the tip of his penis and those soft lips between her legs. Then all of a sudden he had to look away, because she'd put something on his stomach. "Hold that for me, I wanna see too." He picked up the object, just the lid of a makeup case, mirrored. he swallowed a little, looking up at her as he angled the mirror on his stomach. Jennifer's face lit up when she saw, swayed back and forth, hovering over him for a moment. "Now that's wet," she whispered, biting her lip, eyes fixated on the mirror. She reached down, turned it a little in his hands before reaching up to her head, pulling her hair back, breasts shifting as she lifted her arms. She slowly sank down again, leaning back a little, grinning down at the way the little knot of her clit became visible when his penis parted her lips. She bit her lip gently when she sank down lower, the threads of her wetness sliding down his shaft. "Quite the view," she whispered. Troy almost trembled underneath her, struggled to keep the mirror straight. "Oh yeah," he whispered. "Quite the damn view." She started back up, flexing her thighs slowly. "Never seen this before, except in porno." "No?" Troy lifted an eyebrow, looking back up at her rapt face, willing himself not to come too soon, not end the pleasure early. "Nope. Kinda silly thing, isn't it?" She looked up for a second at him, smiled that beautiful smile, her ear tips trembled away for each other just slightly. "Wanting to see a guy in you..." "Not silly at all," Troy said, watching the way her eyes sparkled with every slow wave of pleasure she gave him, rising and falling to a slow pace. He reached away from the mirror with his right hand, grazed his fingertips against where they met. Dry swallowed a little when he pulled her slick labia wider apart, showed her the pink of her inner lips as they slid over him. She tensed a moment, squeezing down on him with a hot breath. "Ooh. That felt nice." She leaned back a little more, settled on hand against his knee to brace herself. Reached down to her vagina with the other, ran the pads of her fingertips over his shaft, where he thrust into her inner lips. Her touch tingled. He put his hand beside hers, let their wet fingertips meet on themselves. "We're pretty hot, huh?" "Burning," she agreed, lifting herself slowly, letting her fingertips drag behind. She flattened her palm over her clitoris for a moment, sank back down, biting her lip again. Her hips bobbed side to side with every wag of her tail. "Now what I want to know is, how does it look when you come in me, hot and hard?" She grinned, eyes fixed on the mirror. "Uhm..." Troy swallowed, found his eyes trailing down her body again, to the little spot where he slipped into her. That insignificant little line that divided them. Jennifer brought her fingertips together, rubbing down on her clit, watching raptly. "I know how it feels when you do," she said. "Like a little hot burst that makes me wetter than I was before, lets me know that if you're on top you're going to grind down and shiver." She clenched down just then, he couldn't help but groan a little at the way the hot walls inside her squeezed against him. "It's nice when you do that, Troy. Just a little pleasurable friction, sometimes it'll make me get off too." "Hurts a little when it does," he whispered back, grunting at the way she shivered. "You go all fluttery inside. It kind of... feels stretched out. Almost as good as the orgasm all over again, but not so sharp. Kind of tender, drawn out." "How close are you?" she asked, breathing raggedly, green eyes fixed on the mirror. She settled down on him slowly, shifting her rear a little to get comfortable. Still she rubbed at herself with her fingertips, grinning a little. "Close?" "Oh yeah," he wheezed, biting his lip. "Kind of hard not to roll you over and start pounding," he admitted. "Think you can hold on a second?" she asked, licking her lips, flicking her fingertips against her clit. she wheezed out, "Wanna see how it is, if I come first... If I'll, y'know, get you off too..." Troy straightened a little, tried not to move the mirror. Settled it back on them so she could see what she was doing to herself, the way her fingertips stroked and pinched and probed, came away wet and sticky then dived right back down on that small spot of flesh. The way a little wetness trickled from inside her, down his shaft and into his fur. "I'm pretty sure you will," he whispered, forcing himself not to hump against her, throw the mirror off. Let her watch how she was torturing him, slipping her fingertips back and forth against her, so hard now he could feel her rubbing at herself from the inside. She gulped down a breath with a wheeze, bit her lip again as she stared, pretty green eyes fixed on herself, shivering around his cock. He put his free hand on the inside of her knee, squeezed tight. Jennifer was so hot inside, so tight. Wet for him, eyes locked on something she'd never seen, doing something she'd never done with anyone else. The way she licked her lips was beautiful, leaving a wet shine. The way she rubbed herself was beautiful too, leaving a another slick shine there. Best of all was the way she moaned. The name she moaned. "Oh God, Troy," she wheezed, bucking her hips a little. She threw her head back suddenly, tore her hand away from herself and planted it down beside his other knee. She rode on him, grinding her hips down on his and yanking them up with a flex of her legs. She rolled against him, pulling him in and out in fast little yelps and then all of a sudden she wailed, wailed and squeezed down wet, shivering inside, dragging fiery tingles through him and then he was there too, grinding up into her, mirror all but forgotten as he spasmed inside her. She flexed her back, rolling back into a sitting position on him and collapsing against his chest in that one instant, rubbing her wet vagina down around his shaft, tensing it, kind of painful but in a good way, a kind of teasing, Jennifer just came on me, I love this girl, I'm kissing her and whispering I love her and all's right with the world, kind of way. Her chest heaved against his in a slow, steady beat. "Fuck," she wheezed. "Missed it." She slapped him on the shoulder. "Missed it!" She shifted her hips a little, squeezing at his softening penis. "We gotta try that again, Troy." She let her jaw loll open, tongued at her teeth while looking at him consideringly, shaking a little, skin hot even through her fur. "I didn't see it. We gotta try again, gotta come together again." Troy dry swallowed, kissed her again. "I think I might need a minute to recover. Don't know if I'll survive round two, but I'm up for it," he grinned. "Just kinda had to," she glanced around herself, grinned widely all of a sudden. Shifted on top of him made him feel pangs of a kind of good discomfort when he slipped out of her. She sat back down again, on his limp penis, her flesh still hot. "Just had to hump you, there, Troy." She smiled at him, pretty and beautiful and perfect, and framed his face with her hands before licking his nose. "I get that a lot with you," he replied with a little nod, licking back at her playfully. "Maybe if I get a vibrator or something I'll come faster," she mused, picking up the mirror and leaning back, holding it against his stomach and watching the way their mingled fluids dripped out of her a little when she relaxed. She grinned then, rubbed herself down on his limp penis. "C'mon, get hard, Troy. Get hard again, fast." She knew she was being silly. but he willed it too. It wasn't happening, not for a little minute, anyway. He kissed her. "I'm not a porn star," he complained. "You're mine," she whispered, smiling and setting the mirror down, dragging up the sheets to wipe them dry. Or at least a little cleaner, anyway. He couldn't help but smile a little at that. He buried his face in her neck. "I'm yours," he agreed. Jennifer's smile said what she never did. She kissed him gently. "Mine," she said. "Definitely mine." "Mhmm." He looked at the bedside table. Picked up his abandoned mug of coffee. Took a little sip, though it was cold. "Lemme just look at the sim results while I rest for a second." She shifted back a little, leaned over the bed to pick up her negligee, slipped it back over her head while he keyed through his phone. "You really like me in it?" Troy glanced up from his phone, nodded a little, pulling over her loaned data screen. "Like you said. Decoration." He keyed it on, linked the electronics. She posed a little, throwing her hair back. Straightened the negligee a little. "You think I'm pretty?" "The prettiest." he loved how she smiled when he said it, so he said it again. "My beautiful, beautiful Jennifer." She wrinkled her nose for a second, looking at him strangely for a moment. Tilted her head a little. She'd told him once that getting possessive was bad. But now she smiled through it, edged closer, tail swashing side to side. "Mhmm. Your beautiful Jennifer. I bet you can't ever stop thinking about me," she teased, smiling. "You're right," he chuckled, turning around the data screen to show her. "When I should be working I spell your name with atoms." She frowned for a moment at the display. Ge N N I F Ir. "You went to school for how long, and you still can't spell?" She grinned suddenly, settled down next to him and sipped her own cold coffee, peeking over his shoulder. Troy couldn't help chuckling. "Uhm, it's kind of hard with atoms. This is some of my work stuff. One of the sim runs. We rent time on a processor farm to run them, very high level of detail," he explained, moving the point of view forward until it showed the low resolution three dimensional image of one of the atom's interiors, protons and neutrons lighting up in the atomic nucleus, pulled back a little to show her the electrons, frozen in their simulated orbit fields. "That doesn't look too complex, I mean, the math's gotta be pretty simple," she offered, tilting her head a little. "Well, it's simple on the sub particle level, sure." he said, reaching to her neck, partly just to touch her, partly to pull one of his shed black hairs of fur from her tawny-white throat. "If you took a slice out of this, one atom thick, it'd be about a million atoms wide," he said, holding it up. She blinked a little at that, and then he pulled the point of view on the pad back. Past the atoms and their grossly simplified features, past the scale of anything up to the point where one could make out the main reactor chamber. "We're running a miniature model of the reactor, so that is about the size of my fist if it were real," he said. Then he held up his thumb, pointing at the tip. "More atoms than there are seconds since we think the universe began, by a factor of, uh. Millions, I think it was. Just from the last knuckle to the tip. Not even my whole hand." She blinked at him. "That is a big number, Troy." "Mhmm. So it takes the processor farm days to run through a couple of seconds of our simulation." He snuggled his arm around her and turned his attention to the data screen, keyed it to advance slowly. "Big place, a building out in Canada." "What's that?" She asked, pointing at a blinking cloud of plasma, little green dots jumping into existence for just a moment, pinpricks on the screen. Troy frowned, zoomed in. The atoms he'd written her name out with were... He keyed the simulation results back and forth, squinting at what was happening. "Well, uh, the Germanium split open, and, left some free neutrons, which got broken apart and interacted with the iridium and left... uh..." "Huh." Troy scratched his head. "That's funny." True love isn't buying flowers, or long sexy nights, or kissing each other to candle light. It's mixing your boyfriend coffee while he stares at a screen you don't understand, makes kinda sorrowful noises for you to go away, he's concentrating. And even though he does that, you sit up and fix his court papers for him so he doesn't even have to go in because you've fixed it up so perfect, while he ignores you and stares at swirling electrons and calls up his brothers to ask for copies of papers they've written, or their dead brothers wrote. True love is keeping your smile on and bringing him lunch in bed, because he hasn't even gotten dressed yet since the last time you made love two days ago. Maybe true love is the way he distractedly kisses you and says thank you, then gets back to work, content for you to sit by him and play the trashy romance games you enjoy on low volume. The way he puts his arm around you, just for a second even though his mind is miles away. "You're not gonna, y'know." Jennifer scuffed her feet against her Amerindian rug in the living room. "Forget about me, or anything?" Troy looked up from his phone. Smiled at her and shoved it into his pocket. "I will never forget about you," he replied, "because I love you dearly." She smiled at that, tipping her muzzle up and wagging her tail side to side. "Good to know." "I owe you." He smiled a little, looked down at the ground. "I know this was meant to be our experimental honeymoon, but, uh. I think I'm onto something." "Aww." Jennifer shrugged a little. "We can have another. You can only discover the Salcedo process once." Troy's ears reddened, went hot. "I don't know if we'll be calling it that. I figured the Jennifer process would be a little more accurate." "I always thought I'd get cars and stuff named after me," she giggled. "I don't know about chain fusion assisted, uhm..." "Fission-chain directed fusion synthetic element production processes." Troy couldn't help smirking. "You're going to have to translate that for me sometime." "I will. I'll translate it for a very pretty girl." He looked down at the ground. "Uhm. did Saigon call?" "Couple times," Jennifer replied. "Apparently he's having a good honeymoon too." "Did he mind me not, uh," Troy shrugged a little. "Being around?" "Nah," Jennifer shook her head slowly. "He understood." "And, uh. You?" She grinned. "Oh, you were around." She smirked a bit. "It was kinda nice on Friday when you said you loved me then swore in Bulgarian or something for ten minutes at your screen." Troy shuffled from foot to foot awkwardly. "Well the data got corrupt, uh... Friday?" He frowned. Jolted his arm up to look at his wristwatch. He dry swallowed. "I, uh, I think I missed the court... uh..." "Nah, you signed your statement and had your secretary bring it in." "I... did?" Jennifer grinned again, leaned back against the couch. "Mhmm. Between peanut butter sandwiches and reading that thing in Italian." "Terelli's paper." Troy glanced about uncomfortably. "Well, uh. I am sorry. And thank you." "Nothing to be sorry for," Jennifer smiled. "You warned me you get like this, and it's kinda nice to care for somebody sometimes." She looked down at her feet, scuffed at the rug again. "I don't get to do it much." "Well I appreciate that you did." Troy bit his lip, picked up his suitcase and held it in both hands, like he had when he'd met her. "Maybe I can take you somewhere nice next time." She stepped across the room and kissed him softly. "I got a couple of places in mind." She put her hands over his. "I'm glad we made up." "Me too," he whispered. But there might be a next time. Another Andy. Hopefully they could put it back together again that time too. His phone rang again. Dallas, waiting in the parking lot and getting impatient. "Uh. Gotta go." She opened the door for him, smiled. "Call me, okay? I wanna know how it turns out." He pecked her lightly on the lips. "Okay. Love you, Jennifer." Her lips moved a little, like they wanted to frame the words. But instead she slung her arms around him, kissed him hard, pushed her tongue into his mouth. Troy got the message. ---- Well, I hope you enjoyed reading Wedding Mouse. I know at the end of 'City Mouse' I implied a story called 'Country Mouse' was upcoming, and, for the moment it still is. Anyway! Just a reminder that my lazy self essentially lives and breathes on feedback, so, feel free to go for the comments box or drop me a line.