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Rocky drove out into the silent but bright, vibrant city center with a massive smile stretching across from ear to ear as he went across the various sites before the scenery around him eventually turned to a rather empty and barren part of St. Louis’s streets. Soon, the grey tabby walked out his little car, and whipped out his ol’ watch, which was barely holding on to itself from its age, but still as trusted to him as when he first bought it, years before.
Soon, the watch ticked at 12, and Rocky’s eyes lit with excitement, his ears perked upwards to the faint sound of a car’s engine in the far distance, a signal of which only he knew what lied ahead— and as he stood quietly, the still roaring car had hastily approached the man, its windows tinted so dark, like the cloche obstructing a treat inside, and this “treat” was all his to enjoy.
The window soon rolled down to reveal Mordecai, still sat in the car’s front seat as he adjusted his glasses and locked his green, stern eyes with the impatient, sky-blue irises of Rocky’s, whom was just about dying as Mordecai just stared, not speaking once as Rocky pleaded internally. Mordecai cleared his throat, looked around cautiously, and said:
”Is no one looking?”
Rocky made his own, albeit rather fast observation, looking around for anyone.
”Well… not anyone who shouldn’t be…”
Rocky replied as he advanced closer to Mordecai, stealing small, quick glances at Mordecai’s eyes, his heart fluttering into the night with each passing contact.
”Well, whatever you’re doing is only just going to leave us with less energy to continue, so I’d rather you’d just get this show over and—“
Rocky pounced up, reaching up into the driver’s window as he yanked Mordecai’s face into his and engaged into a deep and tight kiss, a crimson base bubbling up around his cheeks as he did. Soon, Rocky broke contact as Mordecai coughed.
”You didn’t give me time… cough… to prepare!”
“Sorry. I thought you wanted—“
Mordecai basically threw Rocky into the car as he yanked him by the collar of his shirt hard into his lips, Rocky’s whole world flying into one of comfort and ecstasy as he closed his eyes and engaged further into the kiss, adding his own spin as his tongue danced around inside the warm, safe lock of their love. Mordecai broke contact once Rocky started to squirm, flipping the tables as he instead was the one to take his breath.
”This is what happens when you prepare.” Mordecai said with a small dash of affection hidden in his tone.
”Wow, where’s that Mordecai come from?” Rocky said, still grasped on by Mordecai’s arms, rather thicker with muscle than expected, holding his weight carefully with their strength as he noted it in his mind.
“From… you?”
”Oh, Mordy… you always have such a way with words…” Rocky said with a playful chortle.