Hazardous Love - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

“Lookin’ good Vinnie my man. Lookin’ good!” Vinnie complemented himself while looking at his reflection.

He wore his usual jeans, boots, and bandana, but traded his bandoleers for a black button down dress shirt. The shirt belonged to a male mechanic colleage of Charley’s who had left it behind in case he needed to crash there again. At least he’d have some clothes.

Vinnie left it open except for the last four or five buttons above his waistline where the shirt was tucked into his pants and rolled up the cuffs just above his elbows since he was a little taller, and broader in the chest and shoulders than the shirt’s owner. The sharp contrast between his brightly colored bandana, pristine white fur, metal face plate and black dress shirt really made him a breathtaking sight; and he knew it. It’s all in the plan sweetheart. Devastatingly good looks can be a dangerous weapon against the willful female. And what a chase you’ve been sweetheart.

At least there was no need for formal wear since he couldn’t technically take Charley to a restaurant being a martian mouse and all. Not that he’d mind seeing Charley in a low cut backless gown. As for himself, tuxes just weren’t the normal wear for bikers. Too domesticated. And that was something he was not.

“Oh momma. Charley doesn’t know what she’s gotten herself into,” Modo leaned in the doorway and smiled at Vinnie who was admiring his reflection. “Let me fix you up bro.”

“What do you mean?” Vinnie looked himself over noticing nothing.

“Your collar, and your bandanna bro,” Vinnie went to fix it but had his hands brushed off by Modo who adjusted his collar and straightened his bandanna.

“Thanks bro,” Vinnie smiled at him and looked at the assortment of colognes that he had found in the guest’s bathroom not knowing which one to use.

Modo looked them over and picked up the black bottle with elegant white writing. He smelled the spout and found that it reminded him of Vinnie; spicy, but stylish, in a manner of speaking, Modo laughed to himself.

“I like this one,” He handed it to Vinnie, who lifted his bandanna and put a small amount on his chest.

“There. Now I’m ready to par- ty!” He looked at his reflection again but his smile looked nervous. Modo put a reassuring hand on his shoulder and urged him to the door.

“Your date is still getting dressed. Why don’t you go get your bike ready. Throttle and I have already arranged something for you two to share.”

“Thanks bro. You guys are the best.”
Modo gave him an affectionate big brother hug and pushed him out towards the garage.

***

“You okay Charley-girl?” Throttle knocked at the door before going in.

“Yeah… I guess. I don’t know what to wear. I want to look nice, but not too nice. But I also don’t want to give the wrong impression,” She looked over her closet, man I really need to go shopping!

“You could never give the wrong impression, even if you tried. You can’t fool us babe.” Throttle came over and looked inside her closet.

“Sorry to say this babe, but you need to go shopping,” he laughed when she punched him in the arm. Completely discouraged, Charley sat down on her bed, leaned her elbows on her knees and rested her chin on her fists

“I know! I have nothing to wear! Oh Throttle… what am I going to do?!”

“Hold on a sec… hey hey hey! What’s this?”
At the sound of Throttle’s wolf whistle Charley looked up and all color drained from her face when she saw what he was holding.

“Oh no! oohh no!! I can’t wear that!” Charley waved her arms in front of her as though blocking away the garment from coming anywhere near her.

“Then why do you have it in your closet?” Throttle smiled and chuckled at Charley’s flustered and terrified look.

“I bought it on a whim… I didn’t… that is… I never thought I’d actually… aw hell!”

“Just go try it on Charley-girl.”

“Will you leave me alone about it afterwards?”

“No.”

Seeing that Throttle was adamant about her trying on the dress, she sighed and knew there was no winning with him. The martian mouse was leader of the resistance for a reason… he was persistant.

“I’ll be right back.”

A few minutes later, Charley emerged from her bathroom shyly. The garment in question was a black dress made of the softest and most supple leather Throttle had ever touched. The dress was in a halter-top style, had a slit that ran up the back to just a few inches below her behind, and was completely backless. The front dipped low but not too low and had a thin black silk ribbon crisscrossing the front keeping the two top halves of the dress together.
While in the bathroom, Charley had twisted her hair into a kind of french knot with a few loose strands of hair framing her face and used a black hair clip to pin it in place.

“Holy shit…” Throttle breathed out in a low whisper.

“Listen buster! The last time a mouse uttered those words he got himself in a heap of trouble.”
Hands on her cocked hips, Charley was truly a sight for sore male martian eyes.

It had been a while since Throttle had seen Carbine, and he was starting to feel her absence… physically. Reaching beside his feet, he picked up a pair of spike heeled black open toe sandals that strapped around her ankles which he had found in the closet. The best part about these shoes is that they had biker style spikes along the sides of the soles. He dangled them up in front of her and watched her blush at his knowing smile.

“You’re trying to get me into trouble aren’t you. Why don’t I go into the lion’s den in a dress made of steaks while I’m at it!?” Throttle laughed at her analogy fully knowing that she was right, and moved over so that she had a spot on the bed to put the sandals on while looking away from her shapely calves... damn...

“I just figured that it’s time that Vinnie had his socks knocked off, and judging by your looks, I think it’s going to be literal babe,” He chuckled at her blush when she crossed her arms in an attempt to cover herself.

“I just have to put on some mascara, perfume, and brush my teeth”

“I’m gonna go make sure Vinnie hasn’t torn up the place yet. He doesn’t do the whole waiting thing,” Charley laughed and stood up just as Throttle left the room. She went to her dresser and completed her outfit with a pair of silver hoops, a few silver bracelets at her wrists, and a high cut demin jacket that came just below her breasts.

She looked at herself in the mirror… Wow… Trouble thy name is Vinnie, and I’m the instigator.

***

“Man, what’s taking so long… Maybe she decided not to come… Maybe there’s something wrong.”
Throttle and Modo watched Vinnie pace up and down the garage floor with his hands behind his back with his head down.

“Relax Vinnie, she’ll be out soon. You know what they say about women and being fashionably late,” Throttle smiled anxiously waiting for Charley to come out.

“Yeah bro, just sit down and …” Modo’s words cut off and his jaw dropped as he stared over Vinnie’s shoulder at the vision coming out of the bedroom.

“And what?”

“Oh momma...damn...”
Vinnie turned around to see what Modo was staring at and almost fell over backwards at the sight of Charley walking towards him. He surely would have fallen flat on his back if Throttle hadn’t been behind him to catch him by the arm.

“What do you think?” Charley slowly sauntered over to Vinnie feeling incredibly sexy under the stunned heated looks coming from all three, especially Vinnie.

"Light my fire..." Vinnie swallowed the hard lump in his throat and wiped his brow with his forearm, all the while not taking his eyes off Charley.

Modo’s long drawn out wolf whistle made Charley blush and attempt to close the demin jacket tighter around her. Seeing Charley dressed like this and how shy she was under their watchful eyes, Vinnie wanted to hold her close and tell her how breathtaking she truly looked. He decided to do the next best thing;

“Hey sexy, get over here, I want to get a closer look at those sandals,” Vinnie slowly made his way to her, afraid that if he'd get there too fast, she'd disappear like in his dreams.

“And that dress. Oh momma... You never told us you had a dress like that,” Modo commented with a grin at Charley’s still darkening blush. What a bunch of wrench heads! What a bunch of swines! Wait 'til I'm out of this outfit and back to normal.

“She actually kept it hidden at the back of her closet,” Throttle shook his head and made a reprimanding noise followed by Vinnie putting a hand to his chest and gasp as though he was shocked.

“That does it! I’m changing. I knew I shouldn’t have let you talk me into-”

“Don’t think so babe," He put his arm around her waist and brought her close, "We're just playin' with ya” he wrapped his tail around her waist and lifted her onto his bike and sat in front of her.

“You’re comin’ with me sweetheart. Imagine, an evening with the badest mammajammer in the universe. What could be better?”
Charley scoffed at his comment and looked at Throttle and Modo,

“I knew the silence was too good to be true,” and held on tightly as Vinnie sped off towards the Chicago national park.
With Vinnie’s poise coming back to his usual egotistical self, he definitely wanted a closer look at those spike heeled strapy sandals and the dress. So I got the backless dress afterall… ummm

***

“Damn! Why is it that I can never successfully accomplish any kind of digging in this retched town?” Limburger paced his office and glared at Greasepit who was standing in front of his desk.

“D’uh, because of the Biker Mice Boss?” Greasepit scratched his head at the obvious answer to his question.

“They’re part of the problem my boy. The real problem are those motorcycles of theirs and how they are always promptly repaired for my next diabolical scheme,” Limburger looked out his window and noticed Vinnie’s red racer speeding off in the distance with Charley on the back.

“That’s it! It’s that bothersome mechanic female companion of theirs,” he continued to observe them driving off towards Chicago national park… at night?... ahh… so that irrepressible rodent has an affinity for the earth female… he laughed, this could work…

“Greasepit my boy, I have a job for you. A job that even you can’t flop.”
He put his arm around Greasepit’s shoulders and urged him to the window,

“You see that mouse’s motorcycle over there? Well he has a passenger with him, a certain Charlene Davidson if I’m not mistaken. I wish you to abduct her and escort Ms. Davidson here.”

“D’uh, huh?”

“Grab her!”

“Ok Mr. Limboiger! You can count of me,” Greasepit proudly gestured to himself.

“Yes, unfortunately sometimes I have to. Now go!”
Greasepit ran out of the office and slipped on the way out, leaving a trail of rancid grease all the way out of the office.

“Oh Ms. Davidson, what plans I have in store for you…” His maniacal laugh could be heard in the distance as Greasepit raced off on his ATV towards Chicago national park.

***

“Oh Vinnie, what a beautiful sight,” Charley looked over the lake at the park, and smiled to herself, this is the lake I was swimming in when Vinnie saw me in my bathing suit for the first time… then she frowned… It was also the time Limburger had stolen Modo’s motorcycle and almost succeeded in killing Throttle and Vinnie.

“Yeah, really is spectacular,” Charley turned towards him and saw that he was looking at her and not at the reflection of the moon on the lake.
They sat together at the base of the big oak. He was leaning against the tree while she sat in between his outstretched legs and rested back against his chest with his arms around her.
He tilted her head back onto his shoulder and kissed the pulse on her neck. He smiled when he felt her shiver against him and heard her gasp.

“Damn you smell good,” he kissed her neck again, but lingered a little longer, “taste good too. What’s the perfume you’re wearing.” The sound of her soft laugh made him look up and see the amused look on her face.

“It’s called tempting mayhem.”

“I like it…sounds like it’s made just for me,” he smiled against her skin when he heard her laugh louder.

“How about we look see what Throttle and Modo packed for us,” Charley was about to get up, but he urged her to stay seated by tightening his hold around her waist.

“I’ll handle it babe,” He put his fingers in his mouth and whistled his bike over. Right away his red racer revved up and drove over to them. Vinnie reached into the storage compartment under the passenger seat and pulled out a checkered table cloth that had been folded with the ends tied into a makeshift bag. Oddly enough, Charley already had an idea what the guys had packed for them. Needless to say, that her guess was correct.

Inside the tablecloth were hot dogs, root beers, and some muffins that Modo had made the day before.

Supper turned into foreplay as Vinnie fed Charley, making sure to ‘accidently’ drop some mustard or relish around her mouth, or her nose so he could lick it off. Charley tore off pieces of the hotdog to feed them to Vinnie who sucked and licked her fingers clean each time.

Both were breathing quite heavily by the time all the food was gone.
Vinnie’s normally pink eyes had darkened to a deep red, and Charley’s to a shimmering dark jade green.

“I’m still stunned that you decided to come,” Wanting to be frank, but afraid that she’d leave at his bold statement, Vinnie tightened his hold around her waist as she still sat between his legs.
Charley turned sideways in his arms so that she was leaning her side against his chest and put an arm around his neck, while the other hand played with the fur under his bandanna.

“Why are you having trouble accepting that I actually want to be with you?’

“I don’t know… I guess I just figured that you didn’t like me ‘cause you always turned me down before.” Vinnie looked down at his bandanna to avoid looking into her eyes.

“Vinnie, I… look at me baby,” it was the first time that she’d used a pet name on him and it made him look up in surprise. She’s never spoken to me like that before, then he looked at her and saw that her eyes had taken another color of green; a brighter emerald green, and there was a slight shimmer in them, like she was holding back tears.

“I turned you down all those other times,” and she let out a soft laugh, “and there were many,” Vinnie had the decency to blush, “because I didn’t feel ready. I’ve bad experiences with bikers, one in particular who really hit a sore spot with me being a mechanic and all.” Having stopped the conversation there, Vinnie knew that there was more to it.

“What happened?” Charley looked up and saw that he really wanted to know.

“I really don’t want to go into it. It was really painful Vinnie.” Charley looked down at her hand under Vinnie’s bandanne hoping that he would drop it. Please don’t make me remember him…

“Sweetheart, I want to know everything about you. The good, the bad; everything. And I don’t want you to think that I’m like this guy. I care. Besides, talking about it usually makes the hurt go away.” He brushed some hairs out of her face and kissed her gently on the forehead. He really does care…

“Fine,” she continued to rub his chest as she spoke, “He didn’t like the fact that I was independent and owned my own garage. He tried to sabotage my business so that I’d be forced to close down and be a stay at home wife. But I wouldn’t do it! I won’t do it! ” Feeling her tense up against his chest, and seeing a lone tear role down her cheek, Vinnie tightened his hold and urged her head onto his shoulder for comfort, which she seemed to need. I don’t think she’s gotten over this guy… Charley’s next comment explained why.

“When I found him out, he said that it was my fault. That I wasn’t fun enough, worked too hard. The stupid thing is that he’d actually convinced me that it was my fault. So I felt bad. That night I went up to my bedroom to apologize. I went to apologize! Me! To that jerk!" More tears rolled down her cheeks, and she buried her face in his bandanna to hide them “I found him in my bed, with some bimbo he’d found at a bar.”
Charley felt Vinnie’s hold getting really tight and heard a low growl coming from his chest, and realized that he was actually really angry.

“I ended it with him then and there. That was a few months before you guys showed up.”
If only we’d landed on earth a few months earlier. Coulda given that asshole a piece of my fist. No wonder she refused my advances. Oh god Charley…

“You know that I would never hurt you, right?” He put his hand under chin so that she’d look up. Looking deep into his eyes, Charley felt her heart beat faster and more tears flowed, but these weren’t tears of sadness and anger like before.

“I know you’d never hurt me Vinnie. That’s why I went with you tonight. I needed to get myself to wake up and see what I had right in front of me. I had to act or else I was afraid that you’d lose interest.” Vinnie picked up her hand that was rubbing his chest and brought it to his mouth. Charley inhaled sharply when he kissed the palm, and put it back on his chest over his heart.

“I’d never lose interest babe. For one you’re too damn hot,” he smiled when she laughed through her hiccups and tears, “and two… I… I love you.” At her gasp Vinnie looked away, afraid that his confession came too soon.

“You love me?” Charley tried to look at him but he face was in darkness, she turned around completely so that she was on her knees between his legs, facing him.

“I love you to baby,” At the sound of the pet name and her own declaration, Vinnie looked at her in disbelief.

“Why are you so surprised?” Charley laughed seeing that his mouth was actually hanging open, “How could I resist the badest mammajammer in the universe, right?” She gently cupped his face and brought her mouth down to his.

The kiss started soft and reserved, but deepened when Charley ran her hands down his neck, over his chest and into his open dress shirt, rubbing the taut muscles, making them quiver under her touch. Vinnie growled against her lips in arousal, put his hands on her behind, lifted her so that he could straighten his legs and sat her astride him.
Between their gasps and moans they never heard the footsteps coming their way, only the clicking of the safety being removed from a gun brought them out of their daze.

“Sorry mousy, but your little girlfriend is coming with me.” Greasepit put his gun up to Charley’s temple

"Big mistake Greasepig," Vinnie growled.
He pushed the barrel of the gun harder against Charley's temple when she didn’t get up right
away.

“Alright, alright.” She put her hands up and slowly stood, using the tree as leverage.
Greasepit laughed and grabbed Charley around the waist. Vinnie turned over onto his knees but put his hands up when Greasepit pushed the gun harder making Charley wince in pain.

“What do you want Greaceface?”

“I already came to get what I wanted, but now that you mention it, yous could go for a swim in the lake… permanently.” He aimed his gun at Vinnie and fired, but Charley screamed and jumped in front of Vinnie, shielding him with her body… and taking the bullet in her shoulder.

“Aw, dangit! Mr. Limboiger ain’t gonna like this.” He grabbed Charley's unconscious and bleeding body by the strap of her dress around her neck and pulled her off a stunned Vinnie, who couldn’t believe that Charley had just taken a bullet for him.