Mommy Mouse (sequel to City Mouse)

Chapter 7: Honeymooning

AN: There will be smut. 😉 The mature rating switch will be switched as of this chapter. And we made it to #55 on the ranking chart, so hurray!! Thanks, you guys!

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They finally arrived at their beachfront cottage around eleven o'clock at night. There was a strong breeze blowing in off the ocean, and they could hear the gentle sounds of the surf as it washed up on the beach. The sound of the leaves was also very loud, along with all of the nighttime animals that dwelled on the island.

The air was very moist, and redolent with the smells of the different night blooming flowers. Even though it was technically the cooler season, Mouse felt like the humidity was a physical thing that she'd be able to see and touch if it were daylight.

They had rented a private residence that fronted onto the ocean, though it had service and amenities to the big hotel that was about a quarter mile away, through the thick growth that covered the area. Their refrigerator had been stocked with basic necessities, and there was a complete bar as well. Somehow, miraculously, their luggage had arrived before them and had been unpacked already, so all they had to deal with was what they had with them. As soon as they were settled, their attendant waved and drove away in his cheerful, bright red golf cart, and they were alone.

"I need a shower, okay?" Mouse murmured, turning to Henry in the dim light. She leaned into him, kissing him softly. "I'm so horny, you wouldn't believe it, but I need to get clean so I can really enjoy myself," she said with a smile.

Henry looked at her, eyebrows raised. "Sounds promising," he said. "I guess I'm compelled to take a shower, then, myself," he added.

Mouse shrugged, the gesture that Henry found so oddly alluring. "Suit yourself," she said. She ran a finger down his jaw. "Don't shave, though, okay?" She leaned in and nipped his earlobe before stepping back.

"Okay," Henry said, clearing his throat so his voice wasn't so hoarse. He could feel himself getting hard, just from her warm mouth and breath on his ear.

"And don't take too long," she called over her shoulder as she grabbed her bag and shut the bathroom door in his face.

"I guess I'll use the guest bath," Henry said to himself, grinning.

Twenty minutes later he was in the huge, canopied bed, with the filmy mosquito netting drawn all the way around, his laptop open on his knees, when Mouse finally emerged from the bathroom.

"Whoa, what are you wearing?" he asked before he could stop himself.

Mouse usually wore whatever was closest at hand when sleeping, and always dressed for comfort. Her pajamas of choice were sweats or flannels, or, in warm weather, Henry's old shirts, and he found her very appealing and sexy in anything.

Tonight, however, she was clad in something wispy and pink. Henry couldn't actually see it clearly, partially because of the mosquito netting around the bed, and partially because his mind was simply boggling at the sight of her in it.

Henry grasped at the netting, impatiently moving it out of the way so he could see her more clearly.

Mouse moved closer to the bed, laughing. "I swear, Henry, if you make fun of me, I'm going back in there and putting on my Beavis and Butthead shirt, so think very carefully before you speak, sir."

He just nodded, eyes open wide, taking her in.

If viewed objectively, what she was wearing was really just a piece of sheer gauze, very like the netting he'd just swiped aside. It had pretty lace embellishments at the neckline and hem, and very cute, minuscule undies, but it was a simple A-line baby doll nightie. Of course it was Mouse wearing it, so there was nothing objective about how Henry viewed it, however.