Rouge The Bat: Happily Married

Rouge the Bat and Thomas Adriani have been married for one year
and eleven months as of this chapter.

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Rouge closed her eyes, holding her husband's hands as he held
her tight. "Tom?"

"Yes?" he asked, only mildly paying attention.

She asked, "why haven't you ever asked to read my diary?"

"Probably because whatever's in it is none of my business," he
answered, a thumb moving to caress her wrist.

"Not even a little curious?"

"I think there are things in there you wouldn't want me to see,"
he said, "besides, you've never been shy with me."

"Well, there is... ONE secret I'd like to share, but..." Turning
over to face him, she continued, "... I don't know if I... forget
it. It's dumb."

"No, tell me," Tom said, very curious now. Rouge bit her lip, a bit
nervous. Drawing his face towards hers, Thomas stuck his tongue out,
gently licking her lips by the bare tip. Instinctively, she
responded by extending her tongue, the couple intertwining them as
lips met.

A quick push of his leg flipped them over, Rouge on her back.
This kicked in the fires of passion, their kisses becoming intense.
She moaned as spit dripped down her cheek. Forcing herself away to
breathe, she licked spittle from the corner of her mouth, smiling
with a glee that couldn't be forced. "Okay.... you win...."

Rolling onto his side, Tom straightened his tie, waiting to hear.
"I've been writing a book," she said.

"A book? You mean like the one that Westwood guy wrote about-"

"No," she said, cutting him off. "Not anything like that. No, most
of what I did as a GUN agent is classified, and..." She didn't want
to bring up the worst parts. "It's a... romance novel."

"Oh. Uh... about anything or... anyone...?" he asked, both piqued
and frightened.

"Not about us!" she assured, "at least not REALLY."

He inquired teasingly, "so, what's the thief girl's name?"

She bit her lip. "I haven't really named anyone yet. BUT I can tell
you I changed enough so that people won't know I'm writing it! The
thief is human, you're taller and... I really messed with some of
the details."

He paused. "Graphic?"

"Very. At least, if I can get the descriptions better."

"I see," he said. "Nothing from the guy's point of view?"

"Like you know what sex feels like for a woman?" she scolded,
although playfully.

"Can I read it?"

She closed her eyes, thinking of excuses. "Well... it's not done and-
I don't know how you'd react if you read some of the dirty stuff
I put in or-" Tom traced a finger down the edge of her ear and neck,
to her shoulders. "Okay!" she shouted, jumping off the bed to get her
laptop. Turning it on, she pulled off her necklace, pressing the
button to pop out the small data port. Plugging it in and typing
the password, she handed it to him.

And waited.

An hour passed as Thomas read her work. Reaching the end, he handed
the computer back to her. "Well?" she asked eagerly.

"It's good. I mean that."

"Good? Come on, what didn't you like about it?" she pleaded,
believing their had to be something wrong with her work.

"You need to... how serious are you about finishing this?"

"A little. I haven't shown it to any publishers or anything..."
Rouge explained.

Pulling her tight, he let her nuzzle him. "You should work on it.
I'll help."

"No offense," she muttered, "but romance novels are a woman's
interest. Guys prefer pictures..."

"You spent three paragraph on my- I mean 'Adrian' and his naked body.
I think you gave two sentences to how your counterpart looked."

"That's on purpose," she explained, "it allows the reader to project.
To fantasize that she's the character." She clenched her fists. "But
I think you're right. Screw them. I'm the one sleeping with you,
not lonely girls and fat, unsatisfied housewives. They can damn well
live with me being hot! Keep going..."

"You replaced Shadow's part with a robot. I thought you had a lot of
respect for him?" She sulked.

"I do. But hey, if Shadow couldn't once notice me, well, why should
he get a part?"

He continued, "the bull-headed tough guy former-love interest..."
She knew what he meant, the character based on Knuckles. "... know
what, leave that one alone. Makes the reader more sympathetic to the
relationship, knowing what she could have ended up with. Still, I'd
throw in a subplot where he finds love."

She agreed. "Knuckles DID redeem himself with Karen, so he deserves
that."

"The rest... the bit where Adrian is sick from an old radioactive
device buried on his property, that works well enough. But that's
where you ended it. Your dialog is fine but you need to work on some
of the descriptions between them," he offered, thinking back to
books he'd read. "Use similar-meaning words. And the dirty stuff..."

Rouge waited for him to speak. "Go on..."

He said, "tell you what. I'll write in some things into the existing
material, and you can work on it after to make sure it blends in."

"To sound like I wrote it? That could work."

"And for any plot after... I'd avoid more factual stuff. Otherwise
people will piece things together from Westwood's stories."

"So help me come up with ideas," she begged, "and help me... well..."
Unbuttoning his shirt, the bat smiled. "Why not write about what
I know instead of making stuff up?"

"The fun way, okay!" Pulling her shirt off, he grabbed the hooks of
her bra. "If you're not fantasizing about me being a six-foot hunk,
at least."

"Five-foot-two, six foot, it's all the same to me. Some human women
might think you're too small, maybe in more ways than one, but
I know... I know, Tom. You're more than enough for me."

He stopped kissing. "Too small? What's that mean?"

"Oh," she said, "I've heard some women say you might be small
because you're so short. And I find that offensive! So, I correct
them. I just smile and tell them four simple words." He waited for
her to repeat them.

"I don't think so." Tugging down the bra cups, Rouge stated, "they
always get mad at me, like I found something they only wish they had.
Besides..." Tugging his zipper down, Rouge explained, "what's
considered normal for human men, that's what girls of my kind call
well-endowed!"

"Wish I could say the same for you," Tom commented, "but your tits
are big no matter what. You get some more chapters written and I'll
get in touch with a few book publishers, okay?"

"Deal," the bat said, smooching her lover's bare chest. "Thomas
Adriani, love of my life..."

"Yes?" he asked, stopping his kissing long enough to let out the one
word.

"Help me write a love scene for my book!" With that, she turned off
the lamp as clothes flew off and skin touched skin.