Well this is a short little story that I got inspired to write recently after chatting and RP'ing with  spykr . I just kinda wanted to write something short, sweet and fluffy... and I did!

I've also posted the story in the summary this time, for anyone who cannot download!

As always, read, enjoy, and if you feel inclined: review! (I certainly appreciate it!)
Ben is mine
Finch is  spykr 's
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Contains:
Mice!
One large cat!
Lot's of fluff and d'aww!
The gay!
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It was a Sunday, a perfectly clear one. It was warm and sunny outside, which meant plenty of dropped food for foraging! This was the reason that Mr. and Mrs. Thylson and their young son, Benjamin were out today.
The nine year old mouse grinned as he walked in between his parents down the sidewalk that led to the big park. “Hey, so if there are any candy apples can we get one? We haven’t gotten one in soooooo long!”
His father, a fairly large, black furred mouse with a scar running down his right arm shrugged and offered him a little smile “I don’t see why not! There should be a good amount of food just lying around like that. The younger macros tend to like to drop those ice cream cones of theirs too, so nice of them to think of us like that.”
His mother nodded in agreement. “Just make sure you don’t fill up on that, we’re going to the market this afternoon and you need to eat your tomatoes, mister! Remember; the mouse who eats his greens gets nice and fast for the summer, so he can be nice and fat in the winter!”
Ben groaned “I KNOW mom! Geeze...”
She smiled at him “I just want to see you grow up big and strong like your-”
She paused.
Ben looked at his parents, both had stopped suddenly, eyes wide open with their ears perked straight up. “Mom? Dad? Wha?”
“Ben, RUN!”
He couldn’t remember which of them said it.
“Wha-?”
“RUN!!”
A shove, he stumbled. But he caught himself and ran into an alleyway, just running, running, running. He remembered his mom screaming, his dad yelling, a hiss, a scraping of claws against the cement... and then silence. But he kept running, he ran until he felt his heart screaming at him to stop! The alley seemed to race by, brick upon brick eventually blended into a brown wall that constantly streamed past him. Ben turned the corner and suddenly a gigantic cat macro was before him, with fur as black as night, and blood-red, demonic eyes, and gigantic white teeth that seemed to be larger and sharper than anything he thought possible!
He tried to scream, to turn away, to do ANYTHING! But his legs wouldn’t move! The cat seemed to jump forward at him in one swift movement, it’s teeth looming closer and closer...

“Noooooooooooo!” He screamed, hopping upright in his bed, chest heaving. He glanced around quickly; his sheets were drenched in sweat and his fur was a disheveled mess. But he was safe... thank the gods, he was safe.
“Ben? Are you ok? You were kicking and muttering things for a while, and then you screamed!”
Ben looked up to see a massive black and white furred feline face staring back at him with deep, concerned eyes. His brain was still half hysterical however and he quickly dove under his covers, shaking. “Oh Gods, no... no... anything but that!”
The feline drew back a bit, noticing that he’d frightened him. “B-ben, are you alright?”
Ben poked his head out of the covers and looked back up “F-finch?”
The 17 foot cat nodded and gave him a small smile.
“Oh thank goodness... I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was you, I- I thought...”
Finch frowned and drew closer to him once more“Did you have the dream again?”
Ben shivered and nodded “Yeah, the one about my parents... I’m sorry, it happened years ago, I shouldn’t still be waking up in the middle of the night like that.”
Finch shook his head and stroked Ben’s back with his pinky finger, trying to calm the mouse down. “No, no don’t say that. It was a very traumatizing event, of course you’d still be affected by it.” He gave him a slightly bigger grin “T-truth be told I’d be more worried for you if you weren’t!”
Ben gave a happy squeak as he felt Finch’s finger run down his back. “Eheh, I guess you’re right... Though perhaps you should be just a bit worried, I mean I *am* kinda dating you Mr. cat!”
Finch blushed deeply and folded his ears to his head in acknowledgement “Er... Y-yeah I guess...”
Ben grinned and nuzzled Finch’s finger “I was only kidding you! If being with you means I’m a bit crazy, well then just call me kooky!”
The large cat chuckled at that and then gave a small, stifled yawn “Well, if you’re feeling better than maybe we should get back to bed, hm?”
Ben nodded “That sounds good! But.. um...” He looked up at Finch sheepishly, pushing his two index fingers together “W-would it be alright if I slept with you tonight? I mean, you don’t have work tomorrow, and I don’t have rehearsal until two... plus you can just like, leave me on the night stand if you wake up before me!”
Finch grinned back at him, blushing a bit “I- I don’t see why not!” He reached down and scooped up the little mouse before walking back to his bed and turning off the lamp. He climbed under the covers, depositing Ben onto his chest as he settled back into the pillows.
Ben yawned and curled into a small brown-furred ball of sleep, nuzzling into the floofy chest fur of his massive boyfriend.
Finch chuckled a little bit at the sight of the mouse’s sleeping form, giving him a little kiss before lying his own head back into the pillows. “Goodnight, Ben.”
“Goodnight, Finch.”