Tom and Jerry

I Mean...

Jerry,

I stand awkwardly in the corner.

That was one.... episode...

I could still feel his hands all over me, and the bite marks on my neck.

I bring a hand quietly up to my neck and feel the mark.

I wince.

But I also wanted him to do it again.

Speak of the devil.

He walks over to the fridge, his tail swings gracefully.

He pulls out something from the fridge, closes it, a Coke.

"Here," he passed me one and I pull at the tab.

It doesn't give.

"Can you open it?" He takes it back from me and smirks.

"Can you kiss me til a fall asleep?" He says it quietly so I just blush and stand there.

He pops the tab and hands it to me.

"Here," I take the Coke and sip it.

"Tom...?" I whisper.

"Yes, mousey?" He replies and takes a drink of his soda.

"D-Do you..." I don't finish.

I didn't want to know if I'm being honest.

If he liked me then I would die.

And if he didn't I would die.

In different ways.

"Do I what?" He sets the soda down and stares at me.

I look into his basically grey eyes. Something else lies under the dark base of his eyes.

I stay quiet.

I didn't want to finish anyways.

Just finish the drink and say you want to stretch your mouse legs...

"Do I want you? Is that what you're asking?" Not entirely....

I nod anyway.

"Say please, then I'll answer," I look at his cold and lustful eyes.

"P-Please..?" I say it quietly.

He could just shove me down and kiss me all over.

But noooo....

"What was that mousey mouse?"

"Please," I croak.

"Louder,"

"P-Please!" I practically yell and then cover my mouth.

I try to get rid of the large amount of blush on my cheeks but I guess some things are impossible...

"Oh what I would give to hear you screaming that," I blush even more (how is that even possible at this point??) and look at the floor.

I try to focus on the checkered floor, but I feel his eyes all over me.

I keep my mouth zipped tight.

I hated this....

Then I feel his hand under my chin.

He lifts my gaze to his dark eyes.

I blush even more.

"I guess I do," he smirks, "I've been thinking a lot about a tiny mouse recently," I swallow loudly.

"I-is that so?" I stutter and he smirks.

"Yeah, been thinking about getting rid of him to be honest, he causes lots of problems," his tail rubs against my leg and I gasp, "but he's kind of cute," his tail flicks away.

"Y-Yeah?" I feel butterflies in my stomach as his tail finds its way back to my leg, except this time closer to my....

"Yeah," he looks at me straight in the eyes. "He makes me want to do bad things," I blush.

Don't ask, don't ask.

"W-What type of... things?" He grabs my wrists and turns me around. The can of Coke in my hand flys out of my grip.

I feel him against me from behind and my breath shortens.

"Bad things my mother wouldn't like," he whispers next to my neck.

"T-To-m," he kisses my neck and shoves me against the kitchen counter.

He lets go of my wrists and instead puts one hand on my left hip and lets the other trail up my chest and to my neck.

"Tom..."

Tom,

I bite down on his shoulder and he yelps.

I leave soft kisses over the bite mark, he whimpers with each contact.

He moans loudly when I decide a nice mark would look good next to the bite.

I move my arms around his waist and hold him against me, I cuddle into his neck as his brown hoodie falls back into place.

"That hurt...." he whispers with a shiver.

"Oops," I reply and feel him squirm, he turns to face me and wipes under his eyes.

"You didn't even ask...." he looks away from me and I laugh.

"Fine, can I leave bite marks all over you and make you mine?" I loosen my grip on him and he leans against the counter.

He bites his lip and blushes.

"Biting hurts..." he whispers, then brings a hand to his neck, he rubs over the spots my lips just were.

"Wanna know something that'll hurt more?" I flick my tail and his face becomes a darker red.

His bottom lip trembles and he glances up at me.

"N-No..." he looks back to the ground.

"My mother won't be home any time soon mousey,"

"I-I....I mean..."