Mique
Part 4
by Rocky & Lyraine
E-Mail: shaunday@shaw.ca
or lyraine@yahoo.com
Chapter 4
The Sun rose over the bordello and
was shining high over head before anything deemed to finally start stirring. Star
woke up and wondered why her pillow was so furry when she realized that she had
been drooling on Percy's chest. Raising one hand to her throbbing head she
slowly gathered her senses to remember the impromptu save the world party that
had gone on last night.
Carefully she tried to sit up. It
was a failure on two counts. First off, her head tried to explode the moment
she sat up. The second problem was a direct result of the first. The pain in
her head caused her to thump back down on the bed, accidentally elbowing Percy
in the nose. The burly biker woke up swinging. Star barely got out of the line
of fire in time.
"Whoa Honey! Time out." She
dodged a flying fist. "Sorry I didn't mean to pop you in the nose."
"Huh? What? …Oh." Percy
smiled. "Hi."
"Hi yourself. Do you always
wake up like that?" Watching him rub his nose, she couldn't help but smile
sheepishly. "Never mind don't answer that. How's your head this
morning?"
Groggily Percy looked up at the
little blonde and ran one hand up and down the soft skin on her back. "My
head is fine. Thanks for asking."
"Mmm.. no problem. You want
some breakfast?" Star arched her back, pressing herself firmly up against
him. The warm strength that emanated from the man was in now way diminished by
sobriety.
"Yup." Percy grinned. "Time
to rally the troops." He scratched his chest and winked. "How's your
head?" Instead of an answer he was rewarded with a warm wet kiss.
"Getting better by the
second." She said softly, once she came up for air. "Do you think
anybody else is up?"
"Do you want to flip a coin
to see who has to go wake up Mique?" The big man asked like he'd rather
stop a rampaging bull.
"Wakes up ugly does he? So
does Melly. Maybe we should send one of the girls." Star laughed at the
mental image the idea invoked. "Maybe I'd better go."
Wrapping a blue silk kimono around
her slim frame, she paused to give the biker another quick peck before trudging
up the stairs to the room at the end of the hall. She opened the door and
almost had to sigh at how cute her sister looked curled around the smaller
furry form in bed with her. 'I wonder what happened here' she mused. 'Ah what
the hell…' She kicked the end of the bed.
Opening one eye, Melly looked up
at her sister blearily. "Go 'way Star. I'm sleeping."
"Is that all?" Star
enquired archly, looking pointedly at the bed.
Coming fully awake, Melly swore
softly. Other than where Mique was casually draped across her, she was
completely bare.
Mel looked up at her sister and
then back down at the cat man. "Hey he's a manx." She said with a
stupid smile. "I mean… I thought he had a tail."
"And that's all you're going
to say, am I right?" Star shook her head in mock disgust. "Better
wake Fuzzy there up. Percy's getting things ready to move out, and he wants to
talk to him."
"Fuzzy? Oh, he's gonna love
that." She reached out and gave Mique a gentle shake. "Mique… wake
up."
Mewing like a kitten, Mique
stirred slowly. His first impression, after the dull thudding in his head, was
the warm breast under his whiskers. "God! I've died and gone to titty
heaven." He murmured and cuddled even closer.
"Mique!" Melly fairly
hissed his name and gave him a little push. "Not now. Percy's looking for
you."
"Okay mom I'm awake." Mique
stretched moving slowly and opened his eyes to meet Melly's gaze. "Shit!"
He slowly looked over his shoulder at Star. "Have I been bad?"
"You ever anything
else?" she smirked at him. "I'm going down for breakfast, you two get
your stories straight and then come down."
Melly watched her sister saunter
out the door. Sometimes Star was a real pain, not that that had anything to do
with the immediate situation. Look down, she realized that Mique was looking at
her again. "What?"
"Are you sore at all?" He
asked. Since he hadn't been beaten to a pulp the only thing he could surmise
was that although things had gotten friendly, very friendly, he hadn't done
anything to be drawn and quartered for… Yet.
"Asshole. Are you?" She
saw the look in his eyes as he opened his mouth to answer, and forestalled the
rude comment she just knew was coming. "Never mind. I don't need to know. Nothing
happened, it couldn't have." Her tone was positive, too much so really. It
was almost as if she were daring him to disagree with her.
Not that she intended to give him
the chance to. Disentangling herself, she got out of the bed. As she looked
around for her clothes, she started to laugh helplessly. Both her clothes and
Mique's lay in a straight line, one piece at a time, between the door and the
bed.
"Oh Ha Ha, very funny." Mique
gathered the little bit masculine pride he had left and cradled his tender
skull in his paws. He was certain now that he hadn't made it past third base. Otherwise
he'd have been a floor mat by now. "Still friends?"
"Always." There was no
trace of hesitation in her voice. "Even when you piss me off. Now get your
lazy butt out of bed, there's a world to be saved."
"Yes Maam!" Mique
saluted and rolled to the far side of the bed. "Oh by the way…" He
said with a smirk as he watched Melly pull her clothes back on. "Very nice…"
Caught in the act of bending over
to put on her socks, Melly shot him a dirty look. "Shithead. You're not
supposed to look, you know. C'mon. Time's a wasting. I'll see you
downstairs." Groaning as she straightened up too fast, she jerked the door
open. As she went out the door, she was muttering under her breath. "Damn
teeth have fur on them."
Dragging on his jeans and the
sleeveless sweatshirt, Mique tried to catch her attention. "Honey, sleep
with a catman, wake up with fur on your teeth."
Melly turned and shot him another
dirty look, but never said a word. Discretion being the better part of valor
and all that, she continued out the door. Oddly enough the hallway was a hive
of activity. There were fully a dozen of the girls running this way and that,
most of them in jeans and carrying backpacks. 'What the hell was Star up to
now?' Looking askance at all the commotion, she hurried off to find her sister.
The rumble of bikes thundered up
from the small parking lot. Mique barely had a chance to wolf down the toast
that was shoved into his paws before he was flying down the highway on a
chopper with Melly hanging on for all she was worth.
Once they'd been on the road a
while, Melly relaxed enough to look around. Star had shut the whole house down
by the look of things. The girls were scattered through the pack on the backs
of the bikes, and her sister was clinging to Percy like a burr. Tapping Mique
on the shoulder, she hollered against the wind "Do you know where we're
going?"
"West!" The wind whipped
away any further conversation.
"West," she muttered to
herself "West. The mountains, and god forbid… Mom." Leaning into
Mique's back, she tried not to think about that. There was no reason they would
have to stop there, no reason at all.
•••
The small town met the embrace of
the cadre of motormen like a friendly hug. Cradled in the foothills a small
army of eager attendants raced out to wipe down windshields and fuel up the
rumbling Harleys in line for fuel.
A trip into the gas bar to use the
washrooms, and grab some munchies at the counter gave Star and Melly the chance
to talk.
"You better hope Mom isn't
out and about." Melly's voice was dry. "Why'd we have to stop here
for crying out loud?"
"Oh, c'mon Mel. It's the last
place to get gas before we get into the Parks. Where else would we stop? Besides,
Mom won't be anywhere near here. Its Saturday morning, she's probably still got
those TaiChi classes." Star spoke briskly, unwilling to even contemplate
running into her mother.
Karma being what it is, both of
the sisters looked up to see a lemon yellow Honda accord float into the gas
stop and cough to a stop.
Mel looked at the little car in
disbelief. "She's still driving right up until she's running on fumes. Daddy
must still belong to the Auto Club. Is there anywhere to hide in here?" She
looked around the little station in desperation. It looked like the restroom
was their only option.
Mique took it upon himself to
wander up to his favorite human and wrap one arm around her waist. "Hey
babe, who's the chick?"
That earned him his first solid
smack in the back of the head that day. "That's no chick, it's Mom…" the
magnitude of horror this fact engendered was evident in Melly's voice and
behaviour. Ducking down behind him, she whispered plaintively "Save
me."
•••
(c) 2000,
Rocky & Lyraine
To be
continued