<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Cheshire<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Side Street<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Dormouse, Hare, Anybody else who feels like eavesdropping in the vicinity.<br/><br/>"Hare," said the Cat, as if it were the most natural thing in the world and she couldn't understand the confusion of the Mouse behind her. Against her.  So soft that body.  So warm.  And she pressed back; pressed close and eager with an arm that swept around and a hand that found the Mouse's thigh, the eager walk of fingers in a mindless caress of assurance. What was there to be confused about.<br/><br/>"Daddy."  She explained, because...Because weren't the two one in the same?<br/><br/>That was Daddy, and her head rolled back eagerly pressing into the stroking of his fingers, into the hands that petted and with it came the tip of her head, the press of her lips against his wrist in a little act of homage that made her sweet in the moment.  Made her docile.  It could have just as easily been a bite.  She could have just as easily been after blood.<br/><br/>But...there was no need.<br/><br/>No need where he was saying sweet words.  Such sweet sweet words of reassurance.  The mouse was hers, he agreed.  The mouse was hers and no one could take it away.  But...Daddy had the candy.  Had the sweets and she could see it.  <br/><br/>All for the price of the Mouse's tears.<br/><br/>"Pretty Mouse.  <em>Good</em> mouse, I promise.  Prrrrrrrrrooooommmmise," for she rolled it with such long R's and Om's that it could have sounded a purr, or a chant.  Perhaps it was.  A promise for the tears.  The tears for the candy.<br/><br/>"Come little Mouse," the cat crooned then; shifting her weight onto her hip so slender arms could twin about the Mouse's figure, twine and gently urge her forward; across her thighs, between her legs.  Cradled.  Cradled so close.  Cradled so close and held so tenderly.  Tender, like the sweep of her hand up the Mouse's stomach, the walk of those fingers between the valley of her breasts, up the slender cord of her neck until she could pink dirty fingers in beneath her chin - holding her still...for Daddy.<br/><br/>"Deal." <br/><br/>And the word came whispered with the soft feather of her lips against the Mouse's ear, tracing lightly against the sweet scented flesh before she traced it with a long lavish lick of her tongue.  "Don't worry.  It won't hurt."</span>