The music was soothing. The notes filled the room with a soft sound as she played. And it was music to his ears. Rounding the corner into the den, he found her there, playing the piano. Smiling, he began quietly walking up to her. He made his way up to her and leaned against the piano. Having sensed his presence, she opened her eyes to smile up at him, but continued to play.
He watched as her fingers moved across the ivory keys with such a fluid and simple motion, it was mesmerizing to watch. And what also amazed him was how she could play so well and keep her eyes closed. He knew she could play, she'd told him she used to. But it was simply amazing to watch her. Every little bit she'd open her eyes to smile up at him, happy that she had him for an audience.
And when her song was done, she opened her eyes as she leaned her head back to see him smiling down upon her.
"Ya know, yer amazing on that thing, don'tcha?"
Her cheeks pinkened from his compliment as she adverted her gaze only briefly. "Thanks, but it's nothing."
"Are ya kidding? You could do it as a professional thing, travel the world and play in exotic places."
She smiled. "It does sound nice, but..."
He cocked his head. "But what?"
"Traveling the world just to play just doesn't seem to be my thing. Not enough excitement in it." She giggled. "Besides, I can stay right here and play for you. That's what matters to me. That's what makes me happy." She sensed there was something on his mind. "Something wrong?"
He looked away for a moment, the weight of his thought bearing down on him heavily. "I just feel that I'm holding you back..."
She was shocked as to why he would think that. "What're you talking about? You're not holding me back from anything."
"Ya have so much ya could be doin' with yer life, why would you wanna spend it here?"
She stood up, lifting a hand to brush his cheek as she smiled fondly at him. "Because you're here. With you is where I belong."
He looked away. "I still feel that... that I'm holding you back..."
"Mickey..." She moved closer, gently turning his head so his eyes would meet hers. "Never, ever think that. You're not holding me back from anything. If anything, you've made me better."
He looked at her with confusion. "Huh? How?"
"You gave me something to believe in, to fight for, to live for. You gave my life a whole new meaning, and I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world."
"But... I turned ya... I made ya what I am. And ya know already what that's like."
"And I don't regret my decision." She caressed his cheek as she moved her free hand up to rub his shoulder. "I don't regret becoming a vampire, nor have I ever. And I would rather fight evil alongside you than to live a boring life with no excitement. I knew what I was getting into when ya transformed me, and I was prepared to face whatever lay ahead just to be with you and protect you. That was my choice, and I'm happy I made it."
He smiled. "Promise?"
She returned it. "Promise."
He slipped his arms around her tiny waist as he pulled her warm body against his own. "I don't know what I'd do without ya, kiddo. I'm surprised I survived this long."
Her heart fluttered in her chest as she slipped her arms around his neck, leaning comfortably into his warm, lightly muscular body. "I feel the exact same way." She leaned up to peck his lips, and he tasted the sweet peppermint taste of her lips and breath. "And I know I couldn't survive without you now."
"Can ya promise me somethin'? Promise me you'll always stay here, with me."
She smiled warmly up into his eyes. "I already have. I made that promise the day I knew I was in love with you. But I promise again anyway." She giggled softly and cutely. "Will you make me the same promise?"
He gave her body a loving squeeze. "Already have, Min."
"Oh, Mickey..."
The two young mice shared a loving kiss in the soft glow of the candle-lit room. In the peaceful silence, the only sound they could here were the beating of their hearts, and he could hear the soft moans coming from her as they indulged in the kiss. After a few seconds, they slowly pulled apart, their eyes meeting one another as the soft candle light glow reflected in them.
Minnie pulled away from him and sat back down on the seat in front of the piano. "So, any particular song you'd like to hear, Master?" she asked with a sweet and playful smile. As he grinned, she saw his fangs, sending delightful shivers down her spine.
"Hmm... How about..." He walked slowly around behind her, and she gave a soft sigh as she felt his arms slip around her waist. "...something we both can play?"
"Mm, I really like where this is going..." she said, leaning back into his touch.
Kneeling on his knees behind her, Mickey moved his face in closer and softly kissed the side of her neck.
"Ooh..." Minnie cooed, her little tail quivering as she tilted her head, giving him easier access.
"I love ya, ya know that?" His warm breath upon her sensitive skin sent pleasurable shivers through her body.
"Mm... Not as much as I love you..." She felt his fangs graze her skin lightly, and her body shook with delight. She knew what he wanted, and she was happy to give it to him.
He felt her tilt her head to the side, acknowledging his unsaid request. They just had that special connection. "You sure?"
She grinned surely. "Heh, go for it." She felt his fangs graze her skin once more, then felt them enter. "Ooh... Mickey..." she moaned in pleasurful delight, her mind becoming foggy instantly. Her moans were the same ones she made during all their intimate moments in their bedroom, and other places... She unconsciously raised a hand to stroke his cheek while he sucked a little of her blood. After just ten seconds or so, he pulled away, kissing the area he'd bitten softly. She turned her face to him and smiled softly. "Mm... I love it when you do that."
He lifted himself up off the floor and sat down beside her on the bench, moving one arm around her waist. She happily leaned against him, nuzzling her cheek against his shoulder. He was going to suggest they play a song together on the piano, but noticed that familiar twinkle in her eyes. She raised up and moved one leg across his lap, slipping her arms around his neck as she straddled him.
"Now it's my turn..." she grinned, baring her little fangs as she licked them seductively.
"Have at it, doll," he replied, tilting his head to allow her easy access.
Minnie didn't want to just do it. No, she wanted to take every opportunity to show her lover just how much he meant to her. Though that itself would be impossible. Leaning in, she swept her lips softly over his neck, sucking lightly and leaving little hickeys in her wake. "I love you, Master..." she cooed, lovingly and playfully against his neck, letting her little tongue tickle his skin. "Mmm... I love you, Mickey..." She got a soft sigh from him as she gently sucked on his neck with her lips, not yet using her tiny fangs, and she smiled with satisfaction knowing she was making him feel good.
By now, he'd moved his hands up to rest on her slender hips, feeling the waist of her black, leathery jeans and silver belt. He grinned to himself. She loved doing this to him. Teasing him and playing with him at the same time. And he always just let her have her fun. Then he felt her kiss him softly on his neck, and knowing what she wanted, titled his head, allowing her to do so. Little Minnie smiled and placed one more kiss on the same spot before gently and softly sinking her fangs into his skin. Her moan was met with a groan from him. She made sure not to hurt him, always made sure her love bites were as soft and pleasurful as possible. He felt no pain as he always did, just a warm rush of pleasure going down his spine. After sucking his blood for about ten seconds, she pulled away from him, kissing the spot she had bitten several times before finally licking it and pulling her head back to look at him.
"Thanks, love." She licked her lips and fangs, smiling with tinted cheeks. She leaned close, resting her forehead against his as she hugged him closer in her arms and felt him do the same to her, going back into her normal form. For several seconds the two just stayed there, gazing into each other's eyes, neither saying a word but letting their gaze and the sounds of their hearts speak for them. She finally pulled her head back a little, still looking him in the eye. "Mickey... Thank you."
"For what?"
She brushed her nose against his. "For giving me what you have, for making me what I am, for loving me..." Her cheeks were flushed, but her warm smile remained.
"I owe you a thanks," he said. "You make me feel more powerful than I ever have. You saved me from being alone, from goin' insane. You gave me a reason to keep fightin'." He looked into her eyes as he pulled her body closer. "Thank you too."
Minnie leaned into his grip. "I feel the exact same way. Hm, guess we're even then." She chuckled softly. "And please... Do me a favor..."
"Name it."
"Anytime you're feeling down like you were, please tell me. Don't keep it bottled up inside you. I'm your wife, and you're my husband. We're a team, remember." She pressed her body against his. "Don't burden yourself with something if you don't have to. Let me help you. We're in this together. I love you, don't ever forget that."
Mickey smiled at the tiny mouse straddling his lap. "As long as you agree you'll do the same."
She pecked his lips sweetly. "Deal. Cross my heart." Sharing a smile, they touched noses.
"So what kinda song would you like to play?" He leaned in, nuzzling her soft little neck.
"Ooh... One that we can both play together... as one rhythm..." She leaned into his nuzzles, letting her mind get lost in his undying affection.
She smelled of lavender, and a kind of perfume. "What kinda perfume is that?" he asked, pulling away to look at her. "Smells good."
Her cheeks turned as red as her vest. "I-It's... Midnight Passion... I knew you'd like it, s-so that's why I got it..."
Midnight Passion? Yep, he knew where this night was going. "Well, it smells good!" He leaned in and nuzzled her neck once more, making her body tremble with delight in his arms.
"Mickey..." she cooed, feeling his loving nuzzles. Yep, she knew where this night was going too. "Ooohh..." She moaned suddenly when she felt his lips against her neck.
He pulled back. "Ya taste as delicious as ya smell." His smile was coy and sly, which made her tail twitch with delight.
She leaned closer, pressing her front against his as she smiled slyly at him. "Whaddaya say we get started on that song? I'm in the mood for some music makin'."
"Sounds-" He was interrupted by the ringing of his phone. He reached into his pocket and pulled it out.
"Is it your brother?"
"Yep."
"You gonna get it?"
"Nope." He tossed it onto the couch off to the side.
She grinned. "Good choice." She giggled as he stood up, her keeping her legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck. She pecked his lips as he carried her over to the stairs and started up them. "We'll call him back in about an hour."
He grinned. "Or two."
She matched it with a giggle. "Or three." The two chuckled as they headed upstairs together.
Oswald groaned as he pressed the Call End button on his phone. "Darn it, Mick, where are ya now?" It wasn't important, he just wanted to tell his brother and sister-in-law that there was a good movie playing at the theater. He slipped his phone back into his pocket. "Jeez, those two are hard to get a hold of sometimes..."
"Ohh, Oswaaallld!" he heard his wife say in a sing-song voice from upstairs.
Oswald jumped out of his chair and sprinted upstairs. "Coming, honeybunch!" He chuckled. "Heckuva lot better than a movie anyday!"
To be continued...
