For whatever reason, I decided to go back to Vince and Emma from Mouse Porn as the characters in this story. It takes place about a few weeks after the setting of Mouse Porn, and this is a short little blurb that goes with the Thursday Prompt.

What the Hell are You Making?
By pyrostinger

A Thursday Prompt response to “In The Kitchen” - http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/485249/

“Huh?” Vince asked, looking over a shoulder.

“I asked you what you were making,” Emma repeated. She had just come in from the gym in the basement of their apartment building, and dressed in a black sports bra and gray, baggy jogging pants that made her brown fur look even more drab. Closing the door with a footpaw, she walked into the kitchen, fishing into the refrigerator. “It smells a little weird.”

Vince started to answer, but was then treated to the sight of a bent over mouse gal. When Emma straighted up with a soda in her paw, his eyes flicked up to her head again. “Dinner,” he began simply. “What the hell are you wearin'?”

“There's something wrong with what I'm wearing?” she asked, raising an eyebrow and cracking open the soda with an audible hiss. Even as she raised it to her lips to drink from it, one of her eyes regarded the slenderly muscular white rat who was as annoyingly shirtless as ever. Of course, Vince usually went around the house sans shirt, but only fairly recently had it begun to bother Emma. “And doesn't that seem like a lot for one person?”

Vince's almost ever-present smirk twitched a bit at her countered questions. “I'm makin' some for both of us,” he told her, then tilted his head as he looked over her critically. “And not necessarily... it just looks a little odd to have spandex with joggin' pants so baggy.”

“What's wrong with baggy jogging pants?” Vince knew he was treading into dangerous territory by the way Emma's tail started to flick about, almost in random directions. She was also drifting toward the other end of the kitchen. But still...

“Makes your ass look frumpy.” He tilted his head, looking up and down her backside. “Also, you look sexy up top but baggy on the bottom, so it looks kinda weird.”

Emma's tail started to flick around even more. She seemed to wilt against the backhanded compliment, edging again toward the other side of the kitchen. “What do you mean? I'm not sexy.”

“Yeah, you are,”

“And beside the point,” Emma bulled on, running over Vince's comment, “what if I ate already? What are you going to do with all that food?”

Vince looked back at the boiling pot, and gave it another little stir. “Save it for next time, I guess.”

“Why?”

“Because I wanna have dinner with you. But mostly I want you to try this, Em.”

She squeaked. She was blushing... she was most definitely uncomfortable. “What's --” Vince started.

“Don't call me that.”

“Don't call you what, Em?”

“Yes!”

“So you want me to call you that?” Vince said with a small grin.

“No!” she said, squeaking. “I said don't call me Em, are you deaf?”

“Why not?”

“Because!”

“Because why?”

“Because the only people that have called me that have been either my parents or --”

“Your boyfriend?” Vince said. Emma looked up suddenly from studiously studying the floor, blinking. There was the rat, with a large spoon full of some steaming something, and a paw under the spoon to catch anything that may have fallen. “Try some,” he said, pressing the spoon against her lips softly. “Careful, it's hot.”

Bewildered, Emma drank down the savory broth without complaint. How could she complain? Vince went slowly, only giving her a little bit at a time and blew across the mixture to cool it. Still, it left a path of extreme warmth as it traveled down her throat and settled in her belly. “So?” the rat asked, a tinge of hopefulness coloring his voice. “What do you think?”

“It's... weird,” the mouse said slowly. Her tail stopped whipping about so quickly, slowing almost to stillness as she dropped her head in thought. “I don't think I've ever had anything like this before. It's weird and it's new all at once... but... I kinda feel like I've had this before. Something's just changed.”

“Bad change or good change?”

“It's... a pretty good one. I mean... it's new, but,” and here she looked from her green eyes to his gray ones, “I like it.” She smiled, and he smiled back.

“Go take a shower, Em, it'll be ready when you get out.” Emma nodded slowly, then gently walked off toward her room and her shower. However, she paused by the couch. After hesitating for a moment, she slipped off her baggy shorts, showing off her plain white panties.

“Better?” she asked him, giving her bum a little shake. She didn't get an answer. Slowly, she looked behind her, to find the rat staring openly at her. For that, Emma pulled a pillow off the couch and threw it at him.