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His cheeks heated up, as did the rest of him. "Ohh, yeah. Again, no work gettin' anythin' done."

"Oh, I beg to differ," she added playfully. "Something would get done." She leaned closer, touching her nose to his, eyes half lidded as she smiled mischievously. "Me." She saw his cheeks suddenly turn a deep red, causing her to erupt into a fit of giggles.

"But Chip and Dale stay at th' garage a lot of th' time. How could we get them t' leave? For a few hours?"

"Hmm." She raised a finger to her chin, tapping it as she thought. "Oh, we'll come up with something." Both shared a laugh. Then she sighed contently as she rested her cheek on his shoulder.

"How does yer foot feel?" he asked.

She lifted her head as she wiggled it and felt a little pain, but not much. "Still a little sore. Nothing major, though." Then, realizing who she was talking to, she turned her head to him. "It's fine, sweetie. Really."

"I still want ya t' take it easy," he instructed.

"I have to walk," she reminded him. "I can't stay off of it completely. I have to walk the soreness out."

"Yeah, I know. But ya don't hafta do it all at once."

She remembered something else. Although she already guessed what he'd say, she wanted to say it anyway. "Sooo... How am I going to work in the garage? And the Happy Helpers office? You do know I'm still going to help out in the garage, right?"

He twiddled his thumbs around each other in the water. "Well, I, uh... *Ahem*... I thought ya could, maybe, take about a week off." He grinned uneasily, and his mouth when flat when she just looked at him with a straight face.

She looked at him, straight-faced. "Uh, yeah, not happening."

"Aw, but, Min..." he started, but was interrupted by her.

"Mickey, I love you, and I really appreciate your concern. But I. Am. Fine." She poked his nose with each last word.

"It still hurts, right?" he said. He knew she was stubborn. Though, he couldn't blame her. And he had to admire her for it.

"Yeah. But I'm not going to stay off my foot until it gets better. I'm not going to let you do everything around the garage by yourself."

"Donald and Goofy are there to help."

She tilted her head, giving him a deadpanned look. "Eeeyeah... Just let that sink in for a second."

He thought about it. Donald, who had a temper like a volcano, and Goofy, who through his own special mixture of fuel, caused all their cars to behave in unpredictable manners. So, yeah, not exactly the most ideal choice. He had an image go through his mind of everything on fire, a compete fallout outside, devastation on a grand scale as the city burned in a sea of fire, and Goofy walking up to him.

"Hey, Mick! I found the wrench ya wanted, ahyuck!"

Then he imagined Donald, and thought of him wrecking the garage with his temper. Mickey's eye twitched. He sunk a little in the water. He knew she was right. She kept the club in order when they had it. If it wasn't for her, he had no doubt the whole place would have went under. Heck, if it wasn't for her keeping his head on straight, he would have went nuts by now. She kept things in order around the garage, same as she did with the club. And she also owned and ran the Happy Helpers business.

"...Yeah. I see yer point. Bad idea."

"Devastation, destruction and chaos?" she guessed casually.

"Yep." He turned to her, knowing she was right. "So ya won't take any time off?"

She shook her head. "Nope. Don't need to."

He sighed. "Fine. But I'm still gonna help ya a little. And I still want ya wearin' that cast so ya don't bump yer foot. Got it?"

She giggled, pressing her forehead against his shoulder. She lifted her face then. "Mickey Mouse, what am I going to do with you?"

"Well, keep me around, I hope," he said with a light grin.

"Oh, I already plan on that." She giggled. Then she remembered how she injured her foot and gave a tiny huff. "Still can't believe I slipped on a banana peel, of all things."

"Well, coulda been worse. Coulda been a rubber chicken, ha ha!"

"Oh, gosh," she groaned, pressing her forehead against his shoulder briefly. "If it had been, I would just crawl under something and stay there, ha ha!" Then she rubbed her arm against his. "Thanks again for helping me, Mickey."

"Gosh... Yer welcome, Min. But whut did I do?"

"Well," she said cutely as she titled her head. "You drove me to the doctor, sat in that boring waiting room, and stayed there with me while they x-rayed my foot. And you helped me in the car, drove me home, and helped me upstairs." She giggled. "And thanks for taking a bath with me."

"Ha ha, yer welcome for that, too. Still sorry that put a damper in our plans."

"Oh, no worries," she reminded him optimistically. "Besides, I'm still having fun right here!"

"Me too. Buut..." he grinned, tickling her side with his fingers. "Now I have an excuse to pamper ya."

She snickered before giving him a smirk. "Hmm, funny. Doesn't seem any different than before. You kinda did that anyway."

It was true. Even when she was fine he was still offering to do things for her. Although it did flatter her, she still liked being able to do things herself. She felt bad him doing it all.

He coughed nervously. "Well, this gives me an extra reason."

Eyes half lidded, she placed a hand on his chest. "You really are too sweet, you know that?"

"Not anymore than th' girl sittin' next t' me," he said, giving her a playful yet warm smile as he took her bare hand into his.

"Oh, Mickeyku." She nuzzled him, raising her other hand to rest on his chest.

"Mickeyku?" he asked.

"Yes." She looked up at him. "You like?"

"Doesn't bother me," he responded. She smiled and resumed resting against him. "Remember when Prince Penguin, Pete and Emil Eagle tried to destroy us?" He felt her shudder.

"Unfortunately," she said, then tilted her head upwards. "Not one of my most pleasant memories. We stopped the bad guys and saved the town, yes, but goodness, what they put us through." She started lifting a finger as she counted off. "First Prince Penguin, then Pete, then Emil Eagle." She looked at him again. "You were frozen in ice, fell into a pit, and nearly got trampled by a robot." She shivered. "No, definitely not a fond memory."

He smiled softly. "Hey, we won, didn't we?"

She sighed. "Yeah. And I'm thankful we did. But... all those times I saw you in danger..." Her eyes closed. She couldn't forgot how much it terrified her to see him frozen in ice, to see him be dropped into a chasm. Or the anger she felt at Pete for thinking he'd hurt Mickey. Or the joy she felt every time when she saw her love again. She opened her eyes as she looked at him again. "Still. I'm so thankful you were always okay." She softly stroked his cheek. Then she snickered. "Boy, you were steamed when you thought Prince Penguin had done something to me."

"O' course I was steamed!" he said, voice a slightly higher pitch. "If he had've laid one hand on ya I was gonna skin 'im alive! Make a nice rug for my livin' room."

Minnie laughed. It flattered her that he was so protective over her well being. "Thank you." Then she smirked. "But I do have a good right foot, y'know. And I have a good right fist, too. And I happen to know guy's weak points. They just happen to be jumbled together, ha ha!"

Mickey felt his legs moved together reflectively as he cleared his throat. "Well, I am glad ya can defend yourself."

"Hey, you have to admit those self defense and karate classes are fun," she pointed out.

"Yeah, definitely! You can totally kick my butt."

She laughed. "Hey, you told me to do it! I didn't want to throw you onto the mat, but noooo. You insisted! I didn't want to hurt you."

"Well, ya made me hit th' mat before I could blink! And ya didn't hurt me."

She gave him a knowing look. "You wouldn't have told me if I did."

He smiled casually. "Nope."

She nudged him. "Hey! Honesty buster! Important in a relationship, y'know."

"Oh, so ya want me to tell ya if ya hurt me by slingin' me over yer shoulder?"

"Yes! I don't want to hurt you," she protested. "I don't want to have to relocate your arm."

"I want ya to be able t' do yer best without worryin' about hurtin' me."

She smiled. "I'm glad you want me to do my best, but me worrying about hurting you is something you're gonna have to deal with, Mr. Mouse." She nudged him playfully.

He started laughing then. "Now with th' instructor, ya had no trouble throwin' him onto th' mat."

She chuckled, giving a smirk. "Hm-hm, he wasn't you. So no, I had no problem with it." She leaned her face up closer to his. "But, boy, is it fun to do it together. Taking those classes wouldn't be half as much fun if we weren't taking them together."

"Ha ha! You said it! And ya look awesome when yer doin' it, too."

She giggled and nuzzled her nose to his. Pulling away, she rested her head against him again. Several seconds of silence passed before she realized how long they'd been sitting in the tub. She lifted her head to look at him. "We better get on with our bath. Otherwise we'll start getting all pruny."

"Yeah, 'spose yer right." He sat up as did she. She pulled the plug, letting some of the water drain until it was around their waist.

Minnie reached for the soap and wash cloths as the two started soaping them up. She then reached for the shampoo bottles and handed him his. She popped the cap on hers and he instantly caught a whiff of it.

"Mmm, that shampoo smells good."

"Like it?" She held it up, letting him sniff. "Passion Peach Mango. Smells lovely, doesn't it?"

"Yeah. It smells real good."

She giggled. "Hee hee! I thought you'd like it. I couldn't resist either. I also got matching body wash, too."

"Really?" he said, a grin forming. "Yer gonna tickle my taste buds if ya smell and taste like that."

She giggled and poked his nose, eyes half lidded, the middle further down than the outsides. "Why do ya think I bought 'em, huh? Hee hee!" She poured some on her head and started shampooing her hair. He did the same as he started washing his. She was closest to the faucet, him being at the back. So instead of using it, she reached for a cup sitting on a shelf and just filled it up with water. "Can you pour this for me while I rinse my hair?" she asked, holding it up as she sat up sideways in front of him.

"Sure!" He took the cup and held it over her head, closer to the back so it wouldn't go in her eyes, and poured it gently as she ran her fingers through her hair, rinsing out the shampoo. When it was empty, she took the cup and filled it up, then handed it to him again. After a few times repeating this, all the shampoo was gone.

Then she scooted a little closer to the faucet as she filled it up again. Then she turned around to face him, holding the cup in her hand. "Now you."

"Hm?" He tilted his head.

"I'm gonna pour it while you rinse your hair," she said with a cute smile.

"I can rinse it out under th' faucet, or stand and use th' shower," he said with a shrug. "Ya don't hafta do that."

"I want to. You did it for me. And it's fun!"

He chuckled and turned sideways. "Okay, you win."

She poured the water as he rinsed out his hair. She refilled the cup and repeated the process. After a few times doing this, he was done. Next they took the bars of soap and wash cloths and started to wash themselves.

"Want me t' get yer back for ya?" Mickey asked.

"Thanks," Minnie replied sweetly, turning her back to him. He pressed the cloth gently to her back but stopped when he noticed a small scar just about her right shoulder blade.

"Howja get this scar?"

"Hm?" She turned her head around, unsure of what he meant.

He pointed to it, making sure not to touch it in case it was still sore. It didn't look new. Maybe a couple of days old. "Right here?"

Her mind clicked as she remembered it and how she got it. "Oh! I got that at the Happy Helpers office the other day. I thought I told you."

He shook his head. "Nope. Don't believe ya did."

She raised a finger to her bottom lip. "Huh. Thought I did." She lowered it back into the water. "Sorry. Anyway, Daisy wanted to put up another shelf and I accidentally bumped into it as she was carrying it."

"Did it hurt?"

"It stung a little at first but no big deal," she assured him. "Just a scratch."

He was relieved to hear that. "I'll be careful."

"I trust you." She smiled as she felt the cloth pressed gently to her back. He washed up and down her back gently, going slowly and dabbing lightly over the scratch, making sure not to hurt her. He washed up and down her slender back, rubbing over her shoulder blades and the crease in the center of her back. She loved the feeling of being in the tub with him. And while she felt a little guilty letting him wash her back, she couldn't deny she also loved it. It was romantic, sweet, and intimate. It was a moment of trust, of tenderness between them. A moment she cherished and would always.

"Want me t' get yer front?" he asked.

She smirked as she turned her face around to him, looking back over her shoulder. "Yeah, I bet you'd love that, wouldn't you?" Last time he offered to wash her front he sent her over the edge into ecstasy twice before he ever even tried washing her. Then he made her do it again after he did finally wash her. Which she still needed to get revenge for.

"Hey, jus' offerin'," he said, giving a half grin.

She chuckled. "I'll wash my front this time. But I'll let you do it next time, 'kay?"

"Ya got yerself a deal!" Both shared a laugh together.

"Remember when we went on a picnic with Donald and Daisy and you had that crazy dream?" Minnie recalled, the memory coming back to her.

He stopped washing as he tried to think. "Uhhh... Yer gonna have t' help me a little with that one."

She turned back to him, giving a grin. "When you dreamed we were in Athens. You woke up and said you had a scary dream. That we were going to get married."

Mickey shrunk in the tub, his cheeks turning red. "Ohhh... That one, heh..."

Minnie giggled. "Yeah, that one." It was on the drive home he told her everything that happened in the dream. So she understood his reasoning.

He resumed washing her back. "Hey, that was one wacky dream."

She turned her face forward again. "Yeah, it certainly was."

"Boooy, ya sure got peeved at me when I first mentioned the marriage bit."

She turned back to him again. "Gee, ya think? You made it sound terrible. Like you thought it was a bad idea."

"Not t' you, no. But th' whole thing turned out zany in my dream. We were gonna get married, then Goofy showed up an' goofed th' whole thing up."

She giggled, turning back to him again. "It's funny how you were a little scared of marriage before and now we are married."

He chuckled lightly. "Yeah, it is. But ya know I wanted t' save up and get ya a nice ring. And I wanted t' give ya th' wedding ya always wanted, and th' honeymoon. I wanted it t' be special."

"Oh, Mickey..." she cooed, then leaned back, pressing her upper back against him as she angled herself so the side of her head would rest against his shoulder. She also angled herself so she could look up at him. "I know. And it was sweet of you. Thank you." She nuzzled him before sitting back up straight, facing forward again.

"Yer welcome. Now raise yer arms."

She raised her arms for him. "Now don't tickle me."

"Thanks fer givin' me th' idea."

Her arms slapped back against her sides quickly. "Mickey!"

He laughed. "Aw, I wouldn't do that to ya. Not this time anyway."

She grinned lightly. "Thank you."

"Now raise 'em."

She did so, letting him wash her sides and under her arms. He finished washing her sides and under her arms and gently worked his way up to the base of her little neck as she lowered her arms back to her side.

"Done with yer back," he announced after a moment.

Minnie turned around to face him. "Thanks, sweetie." She then picked up the soap and cloth she'd set aside and made a spinning motion with her finger. "Now I'll wash your back. It's not fair for you to wash mine and me not wash yours."

"Instead of scratch each other's backs, it's wash each other's backs, huh?"

"Ha ha, yup!"

He turned his back to her and felt the cloth pressed gently to his back.

"Ooh!" she said suddenly, sounding excited. "By the way, I got a new dress yesterday. I'll show it to you when we're done, 'kay?"

"When ya went shoppin' with Daisy yesterday?"

"Yup!"

Mickey chuckled, knowing the duck. "Did she annoy ya any?"

"Heh. Doesn't she always?" Minnie answered.

It wasn't that Minnie wasn't good friends with the duck. They were close friends. But Daisy did sometimes have a tendency to bring up crazy topics out of the blue. And one thing she did sometimes was poke fun at the mouse for the difference in their chest size. Or for the mouse, lack thereof.

Minnie went on to explain. "She made a remark about my chest again yesterday."

Mickey turned his head around halfway. "Again?" This wasn't anything new. She'd told him of the duck's quips about the mouse's smaller chest size before.

She sighed. "Again." She rolled her eyes. "It was when we passed by Vicky's Secret Stash. She suggested we go inside and see if they had anything new." She giggled, leaning her face around the side of his. "Which reminds me, I gotta show ya what I got. This adorable little underwear set." She loved it that his cheeks turned pink at the mention. She leaned back, continuing to wash his back. "Anyway, she saw these underwear sets and made a mention about her melons."

"Her melons?"

"Well, that's what she called them. She said I couldn't wear the sets as I don't have anything to fill them out with. Said she had melons and I had oranges."

"Well, I'd say more like half an orange. Like two oranges sliced in half-Ow!"

She leaned up to bite his ear playfully. "You just don't learn, do you?"

He laughed. "Nope! I don't learn anything!"

She giggled and stuck out her tongue.

"Hey, I like orange slices! Really tender and fun to suck on!" he added with a grin.

Her cheeks flushed before she leaned around to nuzzle his cheek. "Hm-hm, thanks."

"Aw, ya know Daisy."

"Yeah, I know. But she does irk me sometimes, y'know? Raise your arms."

He did as she asked. "Same. Remember when she went on that road trip with us up th' coast?"

"Oh, gosh." She lowered her head, then lifted it back up as she resumed washing under his arms and sides. "How could I forget? All we wanted was a nice drive, just the two of us. And then she invites herself along, annoys us, then scares us half to death when she drives over a waterfall." Minnie lowered the soap. "Done." He lowered his arms and turned around as she continued. "But I wouldn't say the trip was a total waste." She chuckled. "We did still get to be together. Albeit with Daisy, but at least we were together when she left us stranded by the road."

"I dunno how Donald does it," Mickey mused, shaking his head.

"Either he has more control than we give him credit for, or he's just one tough duck," Minnie reasoned.

He laughed. "Probably helps that they're alike."

"Hee hee! You mean like we are," she said, leaning her face closer to his, batting her eyes at him.

"Yep. Definitely," he said as he turned to her fully.

She booped her nose to his then leaned back. "Anyway, back to the story. She poked a little fun at my chest, or lack thereof, heh. So I told her I liked not being my own flotation device. And that I was a proud member of the I.B.T.C.."

He tilted his head. "Th' wha...?

She snickered. "The Itty Bitty Titty Committee."

Mickey laughed. "Way t' go, Min!"

"Hee hee, thanks."

"So did that hush her up?"

"Does it ever?" she asked with a grin as she began to scrub the top of his neck at the base of his neck.

He shook his head, turning back forward. "Nah. Never does."

"But we had a laugh and continued to shop. She bought a few things and I only bought one."

He turned his head around to her again. "Just one?"

She gave a half grin. "I like to shop, but I'm not exactly a shopaholic like Daisy. What I bought we'll both get use out of. A cute little underwear set that'll really knock yer socks off."

"Ha ha! With you, Min, I can't keep any socks on!"

"Oh, Mickey, ha ha!" she laughed.

He turned forward again. "Anyway, I love ya as ya are, Mins."

Her heart fluttered, cheeks heating up. "You mean my flat, ironing board chest?"

"So? I don't want ya to be big. I like ya the way ya are! Small and cute."

"Thanks, sweetie," she said with a warm, appreciative smile, wrapping her arms around his waist as she hugged him from behind. They heard a squish as her flat front pressed against his now soapy back.

Then he turned his body around to face her, prompting her to let go due to the movement. He raised his arms out of the water as he loomed over her slightly with a wild grin. "I love yer tantalizingly tasty an' tiny tatas!"

She sat there looking at him, cheeks deep pink, before she leaned back, holding her stomach as she burst into laughter. "Ha ha ha! Oh, Mickey Mouse!"

He lowered his arms back into the water, smiling as he watched her laugh.

"You silly, pervy, goose," she said when she finally stopped laughing. She leaned forward and nuzzled her cheek to his. "Thank you. You're the best."

"You are, too," he said. "'Member when ya had ladies night at the club?"

She leaned back with a cringe. "Oh, goodness, that was not like I planned. It was just supposed to be a simple, calm night. Show a few cartoons and that was it. But did that happen? Noooo. Daisy and Clarabelle just had to go and make a mess of things." The young mouse huffed.

Mickey laughed. He trusted her to run the show herself, but he had been concerned that it was too much work for the three girls to handle themselves. However, although he trusted Minnie, he'd forgot about Daisy and Clarabelle. "Guess we shoulda..."

"Tied them up and tossed them in the closet until after the show?" Minnie finished.

"Yeah, that woulda worked," Mickey agreed casually.

"I had the whole show planned. Easy peasy. But Daisy wanted to make it about herself and Clarabelle wanted anything and everything to do with bachelors." Minnie gave a half sigh, half huff as she raised a hand in the air. "Was it too much to ask for for just one calm night?"

Mickey gave a chuckle as he turned back around to her. "Was there ever a calm night at the club?"

A moment of silence past before both mice said, "Nooo!" then burst into laughter.

"An' then there was Mortimer as a Chip and Dale dancer dancing on th' table," Mickey said, his voice slightly annoyed.

She made a soft groan, her head lowering as her ears drooped. "That was not my doing." Her face and ears lifted. "Ooh! I could've clobbered Clarabelle over that one."

"Yeah, I remember seein' yer face." He thought back to that night. He still remembered the scene...

The girl mouse's eyes narrowed as her mouth fell agape. Then she turned to the older cow with such an icy glare that Mickey felt chills from. "Clarabelle?!" Minnie shrieked, hands balled into fists which were shaking at her sides. Then she stomped her foot as she raised her fists, wringing them in the air. "Why the heck did you ask Mortimer to do that? And dressed like that?!" Her face was red with fury, eyes narrowed.

"Doesn't he look mooarvolous?" Clarabelle said, her hands folding together as she looked out at the taller mouse.

The younger female mouse's teeth were bared, clenched. Her fists matched. "Oooh! Well, you can have him!" she said, turning away with a dismissive wave. She turned just then to see a hippo land on top of Mortimer on the table, flattening both him and it. She grinned at the sight of the rat getting flattened like a pancake, but then she let out a slight groan, knowing they'd now be out a table in the budget. "Of all the... Why not Mickey? I'd much rather see him dancing like that on a tab-" Her hands slapped over her mouth, eyes going wide as her muzzle now burned red with embarrassment. She slowly turned to her side, where said mouse stood. His own eyes slightly wide, mouth forming an "o". Her expression was clearly one of, Aww, nuts. Her pupils returned slightly to their normal size as she fidgeted uncomfortably, twisting her purple shoe on the floor as her hands went behind her back. "Eh, heh..." Just then she remembered the show. She gave an embarrassed smile to her boyfriend as she held up her index finger. "Hold that thought." She grabbed Daisy's and Clarabelle's hand and yanked them out on the stage to finish the show. "C'mon, girls!"

While Minnie, Daisy and Clarabelle closed the show, some of the guests were already heading toward the exit while others were just getting up to leave.

Minnie looked back to the table, seeing the hippo still on it, and the hands and feet of Mortimer sticking out. "Daisy, you finish watching the guests. Have Donald come out here."

The female duck nodded. "Sure thing." She sprinted offstage toward the front.

Then the mouse turned to the cow. "Help Daisy make sure everyone is gone. Then meet us backstage. "There's a few... things Mickey and I need to take care of." She walked backstage where her boyfriend stood, watching as the guests left, and as his girlfriend walked back to join him.

"Guess we're gonna be out a table, huh..." Mickey mused, peeking around the curtain, seeing the hippo smile at the flailing of the limbs underneath her.

Minnie sighed. "Yeah." Then she gave a half grin as she shifted her weight to one foot, placing a hand on her hip. "Heh, but it's worth it."

Just then, Donald came running backstage.

Minnie glanced at both the mouse and duck, grinning at them. "You boys mind taking out the trash?"

Mickey and Donald looked at each other before grinning wide, and turned to the former table.

The hippo lifted herself off of Mortimer, the mouse beneath flat as a sheet of paper. After a moment, he "popped" back his normal self. Sitting up, he rubbed his head. Then he saw Minnie, Mickey and Donald standing in front of him. Minnie with her hands on her hips, Mickey and Donald with their arms crossed. "Minnie! So did you like my performance?" the mouse asked.

Minnie's eye narrowed as she grinned, and raised a hand to snap her fingers. "Boys."

Mickey and Donald grinned, the duck smacking his knuckles into his palm. Mortimer gulped.

The backdoor flung open as the taller mouse was flung outside in the back alley.

Mortimer groaned as he was tossed out the back door into the back lot. "Hey! What gives? You can't kick me out!"

"Indecent exposure," Minnie said, her stare firm on him as Mickey and Donald stood with their hands on their hips.

Donald laughed as he walked off back into the club. "So long, ya big palooka! Wak wa wa wa!"

"But that's what I'm supposed to do on Ladies Night!" the older mouse protested.

"Not unless it's authorized be Mickey and I, which it was not," Minnie retorted, crossing her arms.

The mouse stood up. "But what about my clothes?"

Minnie smirked. She knew how much the mouse didn't like the cow. "I'll have Clarabelle bring them to you." She narrowed her gaze. "Alone."

Mortimer's eyes widened before he bolted down the street, hands waving in the air. "No! Keep 'em! I don't want 'em! Gahhh!"

"Oh, Clarabelle!" Minnie called. The cow appeared at the doorway and Minnie pointed to Mickey, who held Mortimer's clothes. Eyes half lidded and narrowed, smiling a devilish smirk, she pointed down the street after the mouse. "He went thatta way."

"Oooh! Mortimer!" The cow's eyes turned into hearts as she grabbed the clothes and chased after the mouse. Mickey and Minnie watched for a moment before they closed the door, laughing.

"You know that was pretty rotten, right?" Mickey chuckled.

"Hmm, really?" Minnie said with an innocent tone. "Seemed like a fitting punishment to me."

He crossed his arms, narrowing an eye. "Indecent exposure, eh? An' what if that was me dressed like that?"

She snickered, raising a hand to her mouth. "Wouldn't be indecent exposure to me. Actually, I wouldn't have a problem with it." She moved closer, eyes shutting half way. "Besides... Nobody else would see you because I'd keep you all to myself. And I'll definitely keep your offer in mind."

He gulped, cheeks turning red.

She pecked his nose, then patted his chest. "Come on. We've got a table to clean up."

Mickey smacked his forehead. "Oh, yeah! I gotta lock the door!" He ran off, leaving his girlfriend to giggle and shack her head at his adorable forgetfulness.

Minnie got a couple of brooms and walked back out to where the broken table was while Mickey saw the rest of the gang off. After he closed and locked the door, he joined his girlfriend to help clean up the mess. She handed him a broom with a light smile. He returned it and took the broom as the two started sweeping up the pieces of the table.

"Y'know, I could always just use the magic brooms," he suggested.

She stopped, leaning on the broom. "Remember what happened before when you tried to use them? Flooding Master Yen Sid's tower?"

"Oh, yeah... That... Heh..." He rubbed the back of his head with an embarrassed smile.

"We'll get it," she said, resuming sweeping. "Besides, I don't mind. I like it when it's just us here."

"Ya don't think it's too quiet?"

She shook her head. "Nope. I think it's romantic."

"So, uh... What was 'at about me dancin' on the table?"

She gulped, cheeks getting hot as she avoided looking at him. "I meant you would look much cuter and more handsome shirtless-" She smacked her forehead. She was unable to stop the images of him, wearing white pants, shirtless, and wearing a cute red bow tie, dancing around on a table playing through her head. With just her as the audience. "Well, I'd rather see my boyfriend dancing around like that some jerk I don't give a flip about!" she said in a huff, closing her eyes as her cheeks remained red. She exhaled deeply. "I'llll shut up now..." Her ears twitched at a familiar high pitched laughter next to her, and turned to see him holding his stomach. She threw a hand into the air with a roll of her eyes. "Great. Now you think I'm a perv."

"Aww, no I don't, Min." He wiped his eyes and stepped closer to her. "I'm glad ya'd rather see me like that than Mort."

"Of course I would," she said, a little smile crossing her lips. Her eyes squinched shut briefly. Darn it, she did it again.

He placed his fingers under her chin, lifting her gaze up to his. His smile softened, then turned to a devious little smirk. "Any time ya want me t' dress like that an' dance fer ya, jus' lemme know."

Her cheeks burned crimson, mouth forming an "o" as her brain temporarily shut down. He planted a tiny kiss on her lips, making her freeze stock where she stood. He pulled away, gave her a wink and started to resume sweeping, but he felt a smaller hand grab his arm. He turned back to see her smiling with as much devious smile as he'd worn just a moment before. That tiny kiss wasn't going to cut it with her. No siree. She wanted a real kiss right then.

"Not so fast, Mickey Mouse." She pulled him closer and pressed her lips to his, dropping the broom as jer arms wrapped around his neck as one leg rose behind her. His brain melted as he stood limp in her arms. After several seconds, she pulled away, giggling at his goofy expression.

"Wowza..." he said, speech slurred.

She giggled and patted his head. "C'mon. Let's get this mess cleaned up. Then we can go home. I soo want a nice warm shower." She bent down to pick up the broom she'd dropped.

"So ya don't want dinner?" he asked.

Her ears twitched. She turned her head to him. "Dinner?"

"Yeah. I thought since it was Ladies Night, I'd take ya out t' dinner," he revealed with a wide grin.

The edge of her mouth curled up. "That sounds wonderful."

"But if ya'd rather go home-"

"No!"

He stopped.

She cleared her throat. "I mean, no. I'd love that." She grinned. "The shower can wait. After tonight, dinner sounds nice."

He pumped his fist in the air. "Hot dog!"

She giggled at him. "Thanks, Mickey."

"My pleasure, madam," he said, giving a bow, making her giggle. "So where do ya wanna go?"

"Doesn't matter to me," she said, turning as she started sweeping again.

"Annnd about the shower ya mentioned..."

She stopped, curious about what he would say.

"I could join ya if ya'd like."

Her muzzle burned deep pink. She turned around to see him standing with a devious little grin. As an eye narrowed, she turned the broom around.

He saw and knew what was coming. "Well, gosh, look at th' time!" He broke into a run around one of tables.

"Mickey Mouse!" Minnie shrieked, cheeks flushed as she held the broom high in the air and chased after him, him laughing the whole time.

"Well, he got his comeuppance," Minnie said, matter of factly.

"An' ya don't think Clarabelle chasin' him home wasn't too extreme?"

She laughed. "No way! It was great! Perfect way to get back at him." Then she wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her front to his side. "As I said then, you're welcome to dance on a table like that for me any time."

"I just may do that fer yer birthday," he said with a mischievous grin.

"Aww, but why wait 'til then?" she said, giving a cute pout.

"Heh, 'cuz it'll make a fun gift fer ya."

"Ohh, you have no idea," she said with a wide grin. She giggled and twiddled her finger on the bottom of his ear.

He knew they still needed to wash their legs, butts and lower fronts, and knew they needed to stand to do so. "Ya sure ya can stand?" he asked, knowing they had to stand to wash the rest of them. He could help her stand up but he wondered about her being able to stand on a sprained foot while she washed herself.

She gave a wave of her hand. "Oh, pff, of course I can." Then she gave him a wink. "Bedsides, I've got a nice strong fella in here with me. So I've got nothing to worry about."

Instinctively, he took hold of one her hands as he placed his hand on her waist, helping her stand up. The two mice stood in the tub, facing each other. Their gaze locked for a moment before he looked down to her foot briefly.

"Does it hurt t' stand?"

She looked down as she wiggled her foot, noticing that it felt better than it had when they first got in the tub. "Just a tad." She looked back up to him. "I'm good."

"I still wantcha to be careful."

She gave a gentle smile, placing her bare hand on his bare chest. She could hear the concern in his voice. It flattered her that he worried, although he could worry too much sometimes. Still she was grateful for the affection. "Oh, I'm not worried. I've got you with me. Hee hee!" She poked his nose playfully. Then she handed him the second bar of soap and cloth.

He took it and each started washing their lower fronts, backs, and legs. He stopped and watched her as she picked up a bottle of body wash. She noticed, and held the bottle close, allowing him to smell of it. His eyes closed as he hummed, his senses engulfed in the delightful aroma.

"Wow, that smells good!"

She turned it toward her. "It's Passion Peach Mango. Told you I got matching body wash."

He chuckled. "Great. So now yer gonna smell good enough t' eat."

She gave a playful smirk. "Hee hee! I don't see that being a bad thing, do you?"

"Not if you don't." As he resumed washing himself and she started using the body wash, another memory came back to him.

"Hey, remember when we were at that little cafe and I was playin' that pinball machine?"

"Sure do. You kicked it and totally destroyed it," she answered as she washed her arms.

"Do ya remember what I called ya?" he asked, a playful grin on his face.

Her cheeks pinkened, remembering what he said to her. "You said I was your treasure."

"Aye, lass. The cutest treasure ever," he said in his best pirate accent, leaning close to nuzzle her neck, making her giggle.

Pulling back, he laughed. "Aye, matey! And I'm here fer yer booty," he added before reaching behind her to give her little "booty" a gentle pinch, making her squeak from the sensation.

"Easy, matey. Or I'll make ye walk the plank," she said playfully, eyes half lidded as she moved her smaller and shorter closer. Then she raised a hand to poke his nose. "My booty is already yours, anyway."

"Aye?" he said, eyes and grin widening.

"Aye," she affirmed with a nod, followed by a giggle.

He chuckled, then continued with what he was saying earlier, his voice back to normal. "I remember hearin' ya tryin' t' make up yer mind in th' soda shop. Ya mentioned somethin' about watchin' yer figure?"

Minnie continued to wash herself off as she answered simply. "Eh, I just don't want to eat something that'll stick to me. Some things will, so I'm careful."

"But ya've got a great figure, Min!" he protested.

She blushed, flattered by and appreciative of his compliment. "Thanks, Mickey." She chuckled lightly. "Even though I'm not an hour glass figure." It was true. She was slender, only had light curves around her hips. She had a flat stomach, flat chest, and what he described as a cute, firm, adorable little tush. Thinking about that always made her blush.

"I don't want ya t' be. Yer cute and beautiful as ya are," he told her, making her blush deepen. "Besides, ya get lots of exercise, anyway, don'tcha?" It was true. She was into many sports and various activities. And she exercised nearly every day. She stayed fit and healthy. Though her slender frame was also a result of her high metabolism. She could burn calories fast so it was easy for her to stay thin. Though she did eat healthy, she also liked some of the foods. She enjoyed a good salad. And she loved fruits and vegetables.

"You're right. I do get plenty of exercise." She leaned close, pressing her nose to his. "You make sure of that."

"Oh, it ain't just me, toots," he remarked with a grin. "You make sure I get plenty of exercise, too. How many times do ya go int' heat again?" He wondered sometimes if she was actually going into heat all those times or if she just really wanted him right then and there. Not that he was complaining.

She giggled. "So? It's a fun way to stay fit, isn't it?"

"Yeah, and it's also a good way to damage furniture," he added before laughing.

She lightly punched his arm, laughing herself. "Hey, I blame you for the dent in the refrigerator."

"How was 'at my fault?"

"You put my butt against it. You're the one that pounded me into oblivion."

He laughed. "Yeah, that explains all the moving around yer legs did."

Her nose scrunched up. Then she grinned. "Hey, I have no control over my body when you get me going. Still, I blame you for that incident."

"Yeah, an' I blame you fer th' time we knocked a picture off th' wall above the bed."

She stopped. "Hey, that was you!"

He paused, lifting his eyes in thought. They had been going at it, with him on top of her, and the picture above the bed fell down, bonking him on his head. The bed was shaking from their movements. She looked up at at just the moment it was about to hit him. She froze and started to yell out his name, but it was too late. Luckily, it was a small picture and had a light frame. But it still got his attention when it hit him. Both of them had to put their lovemaking on hold until they could stop laughing.

"Oh, right. That was me." He rubbed the back of his head. "Heh, whoops."

"See?" she grinned.

He then pointed at her. "But it was yer fault that one of th' bed sheets got tore."

"Okay, yeah, that was me," she admitted simply. "But hey, you were also to blame, too, y'know. If you hadn't been driving me crazy that night I wouldn't have tore the sheets."

"Those weren't th' only ones ya tore," he reminded her with a wide grin. "I lost count of how many ya ripped up like a wild animal."

"Oh, shush," she said, her nose wrinkling up before sticking her little tongue out. "A bed sheet here and there is nothing. What's a tore sheet every few nights." She snickered. "It's totally worth it."

"Don't ya have, like, a discount or somethin' 'cause ya hafta buy so many?" he chortled.

"Hey, I'm not that bad!" she retorted. Then she thought for a second. "...Okay, maybe a little... But still, so what?" She waved her hand dismissively.

"An' what's a dent in the fridge."

They looked at each, grinning before they started laughing.

Minnie then got the removable shower head and started to spray herself off. Once she was done, Mickey, the adorable perv he was, couldn't resist. He leaned in to her little neck and sniffed. Her cheeks flushed but she didn't mind. Instantly, her now peach scented body filled his senses. He exhaled, eyes eyes drifting shut.

"Okay... Now I know what I'm havin' fer breakfast, lunch an' dinner."

Her cheeks flushed deeper, but she had no arguments. "I foresee us getting some really good exercise very soon, tee hee!"

"So do I, my little blueberry muffin." He nuzzled her neck, making her giggle. Pulling back, he held up a finger. "Once ya get better."

She huffed, eyes lowering. "Uhg, fiiine."

He knew the only thing that remained was their feet. "Now I need t' get yer feet."

Her cheeks flushed a bit. She sat back down in the water as she raised the foot with the sprained ankle. He knelt down and gently took hold of her foot, and she felt a tingle go through her instantly. He gently pressed the cloth and soap to her foot as he began to wash as gently as he could, making sure not to twist her foot, or to tickle her.

However, her foot twitched. She couldn't help it. Her feet were ticklish. And even though Mickey was doing nothing intentional, it didn't stop the tingles or the involuntary twitching. Which he obviously noticed.

"Ya okay?" He stopped, concerned he'd hurt her more.

"Mm-mm," she said, biting her lower lip gently. "Just kinda tickles."

He remembered then, mentally smacking himself. "Aw, crud... Sorry, Mins..."

"No, no, it's fine," she said quickly. She enjoyed having him wash her, and returning the favor. "Go on. I'm fine. Really."

He hesitated for a second but then resumed. He ran the cloth between her toes, feeling a slight twitch from her foot and heard her giggle. He finished with that foot then moved on to the next. This time neither had to worry about her ankle. Though he still didn't want her to fidget since she only had one good ankle. He washed her foot, feeling her soft skin as he washed it gently. He leaned back in the tub when he was finished. "Done."

She sat up as he started to wash his feet. "You know, I can do that," she offered.

"No need," he said, and stood back up. "See?" He held out his hand as she smiled and took it, standing up in front of him, pulling the plug for the water to drain before she did.

She moved closer, wrapping her arms around his waist. "Hee hee! Thanks again for taking a bath with me, Mickey. I love it when we do that." She noticed the feeling of their wet torsos rubbing together slightly as she hugged him. A feeling she loved.

He moved his arms around her slender waist, pulling her smaller frame closer. "Yer, welcome, Mins. Sorry about yer foot."

"Aw, no biggie. It'll heal up. I certainly wasn't going to let that ruin our tub time together. And thanks for washing me, too." She leaned up and pecked his lips before letting go.

"Yer also welcome fer that, heh. Thank you, too. Still don't know why ya insisted on washin' me."

"Because it's not fair for me to be the only one getting special treatment. And it's fun!"

He quirked a brow. "But I like givin' ya special treatment."

She giggled. "I know. But you deserve some TLC, too."

"I'm not th' one that slipped on a banana peel." He paused. "Ehhh, today, anyway."

"C'mon, you know that saying. All's fair in love and war." She snickered and poked his nose. Then she got the shower head, since she was closer, and held it. "Now hold still."

He chortled. "Whattaya think I am, part cat? I don't mind water." Then his devilish side kicked in again. "I'm actually used to it." He gave a cheeky grin. "Ya spray me a lot anyway."

She smirked, and reached down for the cold handle, turning back to him as she aimed the sprayer between his legs. "Do you need to... chill out?"

His eyes widened as he gulped. He shook his hands wildly. "Okay, I give! I give!"

Her smirk widened before she aimed the sprayer in the tub and turned on the hot and cold to get it the right temperature. "Wise choice," she said as she stood. She turned on the hot and cold handles and began sprayed him off. She couldn't help it as she watched the water drops cascade down his lightly ripped torso. The way they curved over his light abs, and ran down his stomach. She found herself grinning, biting her lip as she sprayed him off. Yeah, she was turned on, so what? Hellooo, beef cake! she thought to herself.

After he was free of suds, she handed him the sprayer. He took it and started rinsing her off. And like she'd done to him, he too, found himself looking at her. Of course, she had a different physique than him, but it was still a sight to watch for him. He watched as the beads of water trailed down her chest, down her flat stomach, and down her hip bones and thighs. As she turned around, he also watched the droplets run between and over her shoulder blades, down the crease in her back and down her cute little tush. He watched as she slowly wiped her arms, her sides, watching the muscles in her back flex.

As she turned back around, suds free, she grinned as she took the sprayer from him. "I take it you enjoyed the show."

He shook his head, dumbfounded. "Wha...! I...! Ya...! Ya mean ya did that on purpose?"

She grinned, giggling cutely. "Yep. Totally did, heh heh!"

He grinned, an eye narrowing. "Why, ya sneaky, evil little minx."

"Well, it got a rouse out of you, didn't it," she chided.

He looked down at himself, then back up. "Gee, what gave that away?" he asked sarcastically.

"Oh, just the exciting view of your 'hot dog'," she grinned, then giggled. She pointed to the cold water knob. "Well, we could always cool you down a little."

He placed his hands over his lower extremities and turned around. "Noooo thanks!"

She erupted into laughter and giggles. He turned back around and reached over top of her, placing the sprayer back. The closeness made her place a hand on his chest as he leaned close. Her cheeks flushed as she was suddenly so close to his wet torso. He put the sprayer back in its place and stepped back, then reached for the towels on the rack. He held hers out to her. It was unmistakably hers. Pink.

"Thanks," she said, taking the towel from him as she started drying her hair.

"Yer welcome. ...Little minx..." he said, adding the last bit with a grin.

She stuck out her tongue playfully before continuing to dry herself off.

He dried himself off quickly and stepped out of the tub, offering his hand to her.

Minnie giggled and placed her hand in his. "Why, thank you, kind sir."

"Yer welcome, fair maiden."

She stepped out of the tub gently and gave him a soft kiss on his forehead before wrapping the towel around herself, tying it at the top of her chest. As he finished tying the towel he had around his waist, he suddenly felt her warm arms move around his frame, and her smaller one pressed against his. She giggled, cheek pressed against his chest before she looked up to him, her injured foot raised behind her. "Thanks again for taking a bath with me, Mickey."

"Gosh, yer welcome, Mins. It was fun, ha ha!" He rubbed the back of his head.

"Hee hee, yes it was! We'll definitely have to do it again!"

He moved his arms around her back, pulling her smaller frame closer. "Yer already plannin' on that, I'm sure."

"Ahh, you know me well." She chuckled before leaning up to peck his lips. When they pulled apart, she hummed contently. "I love you, Mickey."

"Love you, too, Min."

She nuzzled her nose to his then let go of him and turned to the small cabinet next to the sink, where their wedding rings and gloves lay.

"Need some help getting dressed?" he asked.

She shook her head. "Nah, I can get dressed. She turned her head back to him. "But you can watch," she added with a little grin, sticking her tongue out playfully as she turned her hips a bit.

"Was plannin' on doin' that anyway, ha ha!"

They got their gloves and put them on. Then she picked up his ring and handed it to him as she picked hers up. Before she could put it on, he took it from her.

"Ah ah. Allow me." He knelt down and took her left hand.

Her heart began to flutter as her right hand raised to cover her heart.

He slipped the ring on her finger and stood. "I like puttin' yer ring back on," he said with an impish smile.

"Oh, Mickey..." she cooed, and took his hands as she leaned up to kiss his cheek. Then she took his ring, took his left hand, and slipped the ring onto his finger. "There." She looked at the ring, then back up to him with a sly grin. "You know what this means, don't you?" The silence indicated to her he hadn't a clue. Poor, cute boy. "It means you may now kiss the bride," she finished coyly.

He wiggled a brow, grin widening. "Don't hafta tell me twice." He leaned in, her meeting him half way, as they shared a kiss.

When they pulled apart, he couldn't help but chuckle at a memory. "At least this time ya actually let me have a little chance. When I was first told t' kiss ya, ya didn't give me time t' do anything."

Her cheeks flushed at the memory of her pouncing him at the alter, kissing him first. "Well, I was excited. You were finally my husband and I was your wife. I couldn't wait any longer to kiss you."

"Ha ha! Well, I wasn't complainin'!"

She gave his nose a gentle poke with her finger. "Oh, you."

He knelt down and picked her up bridal style, making her squeak at first from the sudden motion, then giggle as she realized what he was doing.

"Now t' carry ya across th' threshold." He glanced back to the doorway then back to her. "Uh, heh... Even if it is th' bathroom door."

Her arms moved around his neck as she rested in his arms. "So what wouldja like for dinner?"

"No, yer not cookin'," he protested. "I can make somethin'."

Her head tilted. "Mickey, you know I love you dearly, but I'm not exactly hungry for ham, cheese, ham and tomato sandwiches with cheese."

He lifted his eyes in thought. "Mmm... How 'bout we order pizza?"

She nodded. "Yeah. That sounds good."

He turned to the doorway as he started out the bathroom. He stopped at the door and she flicked off the light. "So what wouldja like?"

"Cheese, obviously," she said, giggling afterward.

"Thick or thin crust this time?"

She grinned. "You know I like it big and thick." She made sure to put emphasis on the big and thick part, making his cheeks burn red, and making her laugh. "Thick crust. You want supreme or pepperoni?"

"I-" He stopped, suddenly feeling a very cool draft. He looked down, seeing his towel had come undone and was now around his feet, leaving him completely naked. "Aw, cheese whiz."

Minnie looked down, saw the towel, and began to laugh, burying her face in the side of his neck.

He used his tail to pick up the towel before they continued on to the bedroom to get dressed, joining in on her laughter.

Just another average day for the two mice.

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His cheeks heated up, as did the rest of him. "Ohh, yeah. Again, no work gettin' anythin' done."

"Oh, I beg to differ," she added playfully. "Something would get done." She leaned closer, touching her nose to his, eyes half lidded as she smiled mischievously. "Me." She saw his cheeks suddenly turn a deep red, causing her to erupt into a fit of giggles.

"But Chip and Dale stay at th' garage a lot of th' time. How could we get them t' leave? For a few hours?"

"Hmm." She raised a finger to her chin, tapping it as she thought. "Oh, we'll come up with something." Both shared a laugh. Then she sighed contently as she rested her cheek on his shoulder.

"How does yer foot feel?" he asked.

She lifted her head as she wiggled it and felt a little pain, but not much. "Still a little sore. Nothing major, though." Then, realizing who she was talking to, she turned her head to him. "It's fine, sweetie. Really."

"I still want ya t' take it easy," he instructed.

"I have to walk," she reminded him. "I can't stay off of it completely. I have to walk the soreness out."

"Yeah, I know. But ya don't hafta do it all at once."

She remembered something else. Although she already guessed what he'd say, she wanted to say it anyway. "Sooo... How am I going to work in the garage? And the Happy Helpers office? You do know I'm still going to help out in the garage, right?"

He twiddled his thumbs around each other in the water. "Well, I, uh... *Ahem*... I thought ya could, maybe, take about a week off." He grinned uneasily, and his mouth when flat when she just looked at him with a straight face.

She looked at him, straight-faced. "Uh, yeah, not happening."

"Aw, but, Min..." he started, but was interrupted by her.

"Mickey, I love you, and I really appreciate your concern. But I. Am. Fine." She poked his nose with each last word.

"It still hurts, right?" he said. He knew she was stubborn. Though, he couldn't blame her. And he had to admire her for it.

"Yeah. But I'm not going to stay off my foot until it gets better. I'm not going to let you do everything around the garage by yourself."

"Donald and Goofy are there to help."

She tilted her head, giving him a deadpanned look. "Eeeyeah... Just let that sink in for a second."

He thought about it. Donald, who had a temper like a volcano, and Goofy, who through his own special mixture of fuel, caused all their cars to behave in unpredictable manners. So, yeah, not exactly the most ideal choice. He had an image go through his mind of everything on fire, a compete fallout outside, devastation on a grand scale as the city burned in a sea of fire, and Goofy walking up to him.

"Hey, Mick! I found the wrench ya wanted, ahyuck!"

Then he imagined Donald, and thought of him wrecking the garage with his temper. Mickey's eye twitched. He sunk a little in the water. He knew she was right. She kept the club in order when they had it. If it wasn't for her, he had no doubt the whole place would have went under. Heck, if it wasn't for her keeping his head on straight, he would have went nuts by now. She kept things in order around the garage, same as she did with the club. And she also owned and ran the Happy Helpers business.

"...Yeah. I see yer point. Bad idea."

"Devastation, destruction and chaos?" she guessed casually.

"Yep." He turned to her, knowing she was right. "So ya won't take any time off?"

She shook her head. "Nope. Don't need to."

He sighed. "Fine. But I'm still gonna help ya a little. And I still want ya wearin' that cast so ya don't bump yer foot. Got it?"

She giggled, pressing her forehead against his shoulder. She lifted her face then. "Mickey Mouse, what am I going to do with you?"

"Well, keep me around, I hope," he said with a light grin.

"Oh, I already plan on that." She giggled. Then she remembered how she injured her foot and gave a tiny huff. "Still can't believe I slipped on a banana peel, of all things."

"Well, coulda been worse. Coulda been a rubber chicken, ha ha!"

"Oh, gosh," she groaned, pressing her forehead against his shoulder briefly. "If it had been, I would just crawl under something and stay there, ha ha!" Then she rubbed her arm against his. "Thanks again for helping me, Mickey."

"Gosh... Yer welcome, Min. But whut did I do?"

"Well," she said cutely as she titled her head. "You drove me to the doctor, sat in that boring waiting room, and stayed there with me while they x-rayed my foot. And you helped me in the car, drove me home, and helped me upstairs." She giggled. "And thanks for taking a bath with me."

"Ha ha, yer welcome for that, too. Still sorry that put a damper in our plans."

"Oh, no worries," she reminded him optimistically. "Besides, I'm still having fun right here!"

"Me too. Buut..." he grinned, tickling her side with his fingers. "Now I have an excuse to pamper ya."

She snickered before giving him a smirk. "Hmm, funny. Doesn't seem any different than before. You kinda did that anyway."

It was true. Even when she was fine he was still offering to do things for her. Although it did flatter her, she still liked being able to do things herself. She felt bad him doing it all.

He coughed nervously. "Well, this gives me an extra reason."

Eyes half lidded, she placed a hand on his chest. "You really are too sweet, you know that?"

"Not anymore than th' girl sittin' next t' me," he said, giving her a playful yet warm smile as he took her bare hand into his.

"Oh, Mickeyku." She nuzzled him, raising her other hand to rest on his chest.

"Mickeyku?" he asked.

"Yes." She looked up at him. "You like?"

"Doesn't bother me," he responded. She smiled and resumed resting against him. "Remember when Prince Penguin, Pete and Emil Eagle tried to destroy us?" He felt her shudder.

"Unfortunately," she said, then tilted her head upwards. "Not one of my most pleasant memories. We stopped the bad guys and saved the town, yes, but goodness, what they put us through." She started lifting a finger as she counted off. "First Prince Penguin, then Pete, then Emil Eagle." She looked at him again. "You were frozen in ice, fell into a pit, and nearly got trampled by a robot." She shivered. "No, definitely not a fond memory."

He smiled softly. "Hey, we won, didn't we?"

She sighed. "Yeah. And I'm thankful we did. But... all those times I saw you in danger..." Her eyes closed. She couldn't forgot how much it terrified her to see him frozen in ice, to see him be dropped into a chasm. Or the anger she felt at Pete for thinking he'd hurt Mickey. Or the joy she felt every time when she saw her love again. She opened her eyes as she looked at him again. "Still. I'm so thankful you were always okay." She softly stroked his cheek. Then she snickered. "Boy, you were steamed when you thought Prince Penguin had done something to me."

"O' course I was steamed!" he said, voice a slightly higher pitch. "If he had've laid one hand on ya I was gonna skin 'im alive! Make a nice rug for my livin' room."

Minnie laughed. It flattered her that he was so protective over her well being. "Thank you." Then she smirked. "But I do have a good right foot, y'know. And I have a good right fist, too. And I happen to know guy's weak points. They just happen to be jumbled together, ha ha!"

Mickey felt his legs moved together reflectively as he cleared his throat. "Well, I am glad ya can defend yourself."

"Hey, you have to admit those self defense and karate classes are fun," she pointed out.

"Yeah, definitely! You can totally kick my butt."

She laughed. "Hey, you told me to do it! I didn't want to throw you onto the mat, but noooo. You insisted! I didn't want to hurt you."

"Well, ya made me hit th' mat before I could blink! And ya didn't hurt me."

She gave him a knowing look. "You wouldn't have told me if I did."

He smiled casually. "Nope."

She nudged him. "Hey! Honesty buster! Important in a relationship, y'know."

"Oh, so ya want me to tell ya if ya hurt me by slingin' me over yer shoulder?"

"Yes! I don't want to hurt you," she protested. "I don't want to have to relocate your arm."

"I want ya to be able t' do yer best without worryin' about hurtin' me."

She smiled. "I'm glad you want me to do my best, but me worrying about hurting you is something you're gonna have to deal with, Mr. Mouse." She nudged him playfully.

He started laughing then. "Now with th' instructor, ya had no trouble throwin' him onto th' mat."

She chuckled, giving a smirk. "Hm-hm, he wasn't you. So no, I had no problem with it." She leaned her face up closer to his. "But, boy, is it fun to do it together. Taking those classes wouldn't be half as much fun if we weren't taking them together."

"Ha ha! You said it! And ya look awesome when yer doin' it, too."

She giggled and nuzzled her nose to his. Pulling away, she rested her head against him again. Several seconds of silence passed before she realized how long they'd been sitting in the tub. She lifted her head to look at him. "We better get on with our bath. Otherwise we'll start getting all pruny."

"Yeah, 'spose yer right." He sat up as did she. She pulled the plug, letting some of the water drain until it was around their waist.

Minnie reached for the soap and wash cloths as the two started soaping them up. She then reached for the shampoo bottles and handed him his. She popped the cap on hers and he instantly caught a whiff of it.

"Mmm, that shampoo smells good."

"Like it?" She held it up, letting him sniff. "Passion Peach Mango. Smells lovely, doesn't it?"

"Yeah. It smells real good."

She giggled. "Hee hee! I thought you'd like it. I couldn't resist either. I also got matching body wash, too."

"Really?" he said, a grin forming. "Yer gonna tickle my taste buds if ya smell and taste like that."

She giggled and poked his nose, eyes half lidded, the middle further down than the outsides. "Why do ya think I bought 'em, huh? Hee hee!" She poured some on her head and started shampooing her hair. He did the same as he started washing his. She was closest to the faucet, him being at the back. So instead of using it, she reached for a cup sitting on a shelf and just filled it up with water. "Can you pour this for me while I rinse my hair?" she asked, holding it up as she sat up sideways in front of him.

"Sure!" He took the cup and held it over her head, closer to the back so it wouldn't go in her eyes, and poured it gently as she ran her fingers through her hair, rinsing out the shampoo. When it was empty, she took the cup and filled it up, then handed it to him again. After a few times repeating this, all the shampoo was gone.

Then she scooted a little closer to the faucet as she filled it up again. Then she turned around to face him, holding the cup in her hand. "Now you."

"Hm?" He tilted his head.

"I'm gonna pour it while you rinse your hair," she said with a cute smile.

"I can rinse it out under th' faucet, or stand and use th' shower," he said with a shrug. "Ya don't hafta do that."

"I want to. You did it for me. And it's fun!"

He chuckled and turned sideways. "Okay, you win."

She poured the water as he rinsed out his hair. She refilled the cup and repeated the process. After a few times doing this, he was done. Next they took the bars of soap and wash cloths and started to wash themselves.

"Want me t' get yer back for ya?" Mickey asked.

"Thanks," Minnie replied sweetly, turning her back to him. He pressed the cloth gently to her back but stopped when he noticed a small scar just about her right shoulder blade.

"Howja get this scar?"

"Hm?" She turned her head around, unsure of what he meant.

He pointed to it, making sure not to touch it in case it was still sore. It didn't look new. Maybe a couple of days old. "Right here?"

Her mind clicked as she remembered it and how she got it. "Oh! I got that at the Happy Helpers office the other day. I thought I told you."

He shook his head. "Nope. Don't believe ya did."

She raised a finger to her bottom lip. "Huh. Thought I did." She lowered it back into the water. "Sorry. Anyway, Daisy wanted to put up another shelf and I accidentally bumped into it as she was carrying it."

"Did it hurt?"

"It stung a little at first but no big deal," she assured him. "Just a scratch."

He was relieved to hear that. "I'll be careful."

"I trust you." She smiled as she felt the cloth pressed gently to her back. He washed up and down her back gently, going slowly and dabbing lightly over the scratch, making sure not to hurt her. He washed up and down her slender back, rubbing over her shoulder blades and the crease in the center of her back. She loved the feeling of being in the tub with him. And while she felt a little guilty letting him wash her back, she couldn't deny she also loved it. It was romantic, sweet, and intimate. It was a moment of trust, of tenderness between them. A moment she cherished and would always.

"Want me t' get yer front?" he asked.

She smirked as she turned her face around to him, looking back over her shoulder. "Yeah, I bet you'd love that, wouldn't you?" Last time he offered to wash her front he sent her over the edge into ecstasy twice before he ever even tried washing her. Then he made her do it again after he did finally wash her. Which she still needed to get revenge for.

"Hey, jus' offerin'," he said, giving a half grin.

She chuckled. "I'll wash my front this time. But I'll let you do it next time, 'kay?"

"Ya got yerself a deal!" Both shared a laugh together.

"Remember when we went on a picnic with Donald and Daisy and you had that crazy dream?" Minnie recalled, the memory coming back to her.

He stopped washing as he tried to think. "Uhhh... Yer gonna have t' help me a little with that one."

She turned back to him, giving a grin. "When you dreamed we were in Athens. You woke up and said you had a scary dream. That we were going to get married."

Mickey shrunk in the tub, his cheeks turning red. "Ohhh... That one, heh..."

Minnie giggled. "Yeah, that one." It was on the drive home he told her everything that happened in the dream. So she understood his reasoning.

He resumed washing her back. "Hey, that was one wacky dream."

She turned her face forward again. "Yeah, it certainly was."

"Boooy, ya sure got peeved at me when I first mentioned the marriage bit."

She turned back to him again. "Gee, ya think? You made it sound terrible. Like you thought it was a bad idea."

"Not t' you, no. But th' whole thing turned out zany in my dream. We were gonna get married, then Goofy showed up an' goofed th' whole thing up."

She giggled, turning back to him again. "It's funny how you were a little scared of marriage before and now we are married."

He chuckled lightly. "Yeah, it is. But ya know I wanted t' save up and get ya a nice ring. And I wanted t' give ya th' wedding ya always wanted, and th' honeymoon. I wanted it t' be special."

"Oh, Mickey..." she cooed, then leaned back, pressing her upper back against him as she angled herself so the side of her head would rest against his shoulder. She also angled herself so she could look up at him. "I know. And it was sweet of you. Thank you." She nuzzled him before sitting back up straight, facing forward again.

"Yer welcome. Now raise yer arms."

She raised her arms for him. "Now don't tickle me."

"Thanks fer givin' me th' idea."

Her arms slapped back against her sides quickly. "Mickey!"

He laughed. "Aw, I wouldn't do that to ya. Not this time anyway."

She grinned lightly. "Thank you."

"Now raise 'em."

She did so, letting him wash her sides and under her arms. He finished washing her sides and under her arms and gently worked his way up to the base of her little neck as she lowered her arms back to her side.

"Done with yer back," he announced after a moment.

Minnie turned around to face him. "Thanks, sweetie." She then picked up the soap and cloth she'd set aside and made a spinning motion with her finger. "Now I'll wash your back. It's not fair for you to wash mine and me not wash yours."

"Instead of scratch each other's backs, it's wash each other's backs, huh?"

"Ha ha, yup!"

He turned his back to her and felt the cloth pressed gently to his back.

"Ooh!" she said suddenly, sounding excited. "By the way, I got a new dress yesterday. I'll show it to you when we're done, 'kay?"

"When ya went shoppin' with Daisy yesterday?"

"Yup!"

Mickey chuckled, knowing the duck. "Did she annoy ya any?"

"Heh. Doesn't she always?" Minnie answered.

It wasn't that Minnie wasn't good friends with the duck. They were close friends. But Daisy did sometimes have a tendency to bring up crazy topics out of the blue. And one thing she did sometimes was poke fun at the mouse for the difference in their chest size. Or for the mouse, lack thereof.

Minnie went on to explain. "She made a remark about my chest again yesterday."

Mickey turned his head around halfway. "Again?" This wasn't anything new. She'd told him of the duck's quips about the mouse's smaller chest size before.

She sighed. "Again." She rolled her eyes. "It was when we passed by Vicky's Secret Stash. She suggested we go inside and see if they had anything new." She giggled, leaning her face around the side of his. "Which reminds me, I gotta show ya what I got. This adorable little underwear set." She loved it that his cheeks turned pink at the mention. She leaned back, continuing to wash his back. "Anyway, she saw these underwear sets and made a mention about her melons."

"Her melons?"

"Well, that's what she called them. She said I couldn't wear the sets as I don't have anything to fill them out with. Said she had melons and I had oranges."

"Well, I'd say more like half an orange. Like two oranges sliced in half-Ow!"

She leaned up to bite his ear playfully. "You just don't learn, do you?"

He laughed. "Nope! I don't learn anything!"

She giggled and stuck out her tongue.

"Hey, I like orange slices! Really tender and fun to suck on!" he added with a grin.

Her cheeks flushed before she leaned around to nuzzle his cheek. "Hm-hm, thanks."

"Aw, ya know Daisy."

"Yeah, I know. But she does irk me sometimes, y'know? Raise your arms."

He did as she asked. "Same. Remember when she went on that road trip with us up th' coast?"

"Oh, gosh." She lowered her head, then lifted it back up as she resumed washing under his arms and sides. "How could I forget? All we wanted was a nice drive, just the two of us. And then she invites herself along, annoys us, then scares us half to death when she drives over a waterfall." Minnie lowered the soap. "Done." He lowered his arms and turned around as she continued. "But I wouldn't say the trip was a total waste." She chuckled. "We did still get to be together. Albeit with Daisy, but at least we were together when she left us stranded by the road."

"I dunno how Donald does it," Mickey mused, shaking his head.

"Either he has more control than we give him credit for, or he's just one tough duck," Minnie reasoned.

He laughed. "Probably helps that they're alike."

"Hee hee! You mean like we are," she said, leaning her face closer to his, batting her eyes at him.

"Yep. Definitely," he said as he turned to her fully.

She booped her nose to his then leaned back. "Anyway, back to the story. She poked a little fun at my chest, or lack thereof, heh. So I told her I liked not being my own flotation device. And that I was a proud member of the I.B.T.C.."

He tilted his head. "Th' wha...?

She snickered. "The Itty Bitty Titty Committee."

Mickey laughed. "Way t' go, Min!"

"Hee hee, thanks."

"So did that hush her up?"

"Does it ever?" she asked with a grin as she began to scrub the top of his neck at the base of his neck.

He shook his head, turning back forward. "Nah. Never does."

"But we had a laugh and continued to shop. She bought a few things and I only bought one."

He turned his head around to her again. "Just one?"

She gave a half grin. "I like to shop, but I'm not exactly a shopaholic like Daisy. What I bought we'll both get use out of. A cute little underwear set that'll really knock yer socks off."

"Ha ha! With you, Min, I can't keep any socks on!"

"Oh, Mickey, ha ha!" she laughed.

He turned forward again. "Anyway, I love ya as ya are, Mins."

Her heart fluttered, cheeks heating up. "You mean my flat, ironing board chest?"

"So? I don't want ya to be big. I like ya the way ya are! Small and cute."

"Thanks, sweetie," she said with a warm, appreciative smile, wrapping her arms around his waist as she hugged him from behind. They heard a squish as her flat front pressed against his now soapy back.

Then he turned his body around to face her, prompting her to let go due to the movement. He raised his arms out of the water as he loomed over her slightly with a wild grin. "I love yer tantalizingly tasty an' tiny tatas!"

She sat there looking at him, cheeks deep pink, before she leaned back, holding her stomach as she burst into laughter. "Ha ha ha! Oh, Mickey Mouse!"

He lowered his arms back into the water, smiling as he watched her laugh.

"You silly, pervy, goose," she said when she finally stopped laughing. She leaned forward and nuzzled her cheek to his. "Thank you. You're the best."

"You are, too," he said. "'Member when ya had ladies night at the club?"

She leaned back with a cringe. "Oh, goodness, that was not like I planned. It was just supposed to be a simple, calm night. Show a few cartoons and that was it. But did that happen? Noooo. Daisy and Clarabelle just had to go and make a mess of things." The young mouse huffed.

Mickey laughed. He trusted her to run the show herself, but he had been concerned that it was too much work for the three girls to handle themselves. However, although he trusted Minnie, he'd forgot about Daisy and Clarabelle. "Guess we shoulda..."

"Tied them up and tossed them in the closet until after the show?" Minnie finished.

"Yeah, that woulda worked," Mickey agreed casually.

"I had the whole show planned. Easy peasy. But Daisy wanted to make it about herself and Clarabelle wanted anything and everything to do with bachelors." Minnie gave a half sigh, half huff as she raised a hand in the air. "Was it too much to ask for for just one calm night?"

Mickey gave a chuckle as he turned back around to her. "Was there ever a calm night at the club?"

A moment of silence past before both mice said, "Nooo!" then burst into laughter.

"An' then there was Mortimer as a Chip and Dale dancer dancing on th' table," Mickey said, his voice slightly annoyed.

She made a soft groan, her head lowering as her ears drooped. "That was not my doing." Her face and ears lifted. "Ooh! I could've clobbered Clarabelle over that one."

"Yeah, I remember seein' yer face." He thought back to that night. He still remembered the scene...

The girl mouse's eyes narrowed as her mouth fell agape. Then she turned to the older cow with such an icy glare that Mickey felt chills from. "Clarabelle?!" Minnie shrieked, hands balled into fists which were shaking at her sides. Then she stomped her foot as she raised her fists, wringing them in the air. "Why the heck did you ask Mortimer to do that? And dressed like that?!" Her face was red with fury, eyes narrowed.

"Doesn't he look mooarvolous?" Clarabelle said, her hands folding together as she looked out at the taller mouse.

The younger female mouse's teeth were bared, clenched. Her fists matched. "Oooh! Well, you can have him!" she said, turning away with a dismissive wave. She turned just then to see a hippo land on top of Mortimer on the table, flattening both him and it. She grinned at the sight of the rat getting flattened like a pancake, but then she let out a slight groan, knowing they'd now be out a table in the budget. "Of all the... Why not Mickey? I'd much rather see him dancing like that on a tab-" Her hands slapped over her mouth, eyes going wide as her muzzle now burned red with embarrassment. She slowly turned to her side, where said mouse stood. His own eyes slightly wide, mouth forming an "o". Her expression was clearly one of, Aww, nuts. Her pupils returned slightly to their normal size as she fidgeted uncomfortably, twisting her purple shoe on the floor as her hands went behind her back. "Eh, heh..." Just then she remembered the show. She gave an embarrassed smile to her boyfriend as she held up her index finger. "Hold that thought." She grabbed Daisy's and Clarabelle's hand and yanked them out on the stage to finish the show. "C'mon, girls!"

While Minnie, Daisy and Clarabelle closed the show, some of the guests were already heading toward the exit while others were just getting up to leave.

Minnie looked back to the table, seeing the hippo still on it, and the hands and feet of Mortimer sticking out. "Daisy, you finish watching the guests. Have Donald come out here."

The female duck nodded. "Sure thing." She sprinted offstage toward the front.

Then the mouse turned to the cow. "Help Daisy make sure everyone is gone. Then meet us backstage. "There's a few... things Mickey and I need to take care of." She walked backstage where her boyfriend stood, watching as the guests left, and as his girlfriend walked back to join him.

"Guess we're gonna be out a table, huh..." Mickey mused, peeking around the curtain, seeing the hippo smile at the flailing of the limbs underneath her.

Minnie sighed. "Yeah." Then she gave a half grin as she shifted her weight to one foot, placing a hand on her hip. "Heh, but it's worth it."

Just then, Donald came running backstage.

Minnie glanced at both the mouse and duck, grinning at them. "You boys mind taking out the trash?"

Mickey and Donald looked at each other before grinning wide, and turned to the former table.

The hippo lifted herself off of Mortimer, the mouse beneath flat as a sheet of paper. After a moment, he "popped" back his normal self. Sitting up, he rubbed his head. Then he saw Minnie, Mickey and Donald standing in front of him. Minnie with her hands on her hips, Mickey and Donald with their arms crossed. "Minnie! So did you like my performance?" the mouse asked.

Minnie's eye narrowed as she grinned, and raised a hand to snap her fingers. "Boys."

Mickey and Donald grinned, the duck smacking his knuckles into his palm. Mortimer gulped.

The backdoor flung open as the taller mouse was flung outside in the back alley.

Mortimer groaned as he was tossed out the back door into the back lot. "Hey! What gives? You can't kick me out!"

"Indecent exposure," Minnie said, her stare firm on him as Mickey and Donald stood with their hands on their hips.

Donald laughed as he walked off back into the club. "So long, ya big palooka! Wak wa wa wa!"

"But that's what I'm supposed to do on Ladies Night!" the older mouse protested.

"Not unless it's authorized be Mickey and I, which it was not," Minnie retorted, crossing her arms.

The mouse stood up. "But what about my clothes?"

Minnie smirked. She knew how much the mouse didn't like the cow. "I'll have Clarabelle bring them to you." She narrowed her gaze. "Alone."

Mortimer's eyes widened before he bolted down the street, hands waving in the air. "No! Keep 'em! I don't want 'em! Gahhh!"

"Oh, Clarabelle!" Minnie called. The cow appeared at the doorway and Minnie pointed to Mickey, who held Mortimer's clothes. Eyes half lidded and narrowed, smiling a devilish smirk, she pointed down the street after the mouse. "He went thatta way."

"Oooh! Mortimer!" The cow's eyes turned into hearts as she grabbed the clothes and chased after the mouse. Mickey and Minnie watched for a moment before they closed the door, laughing.

"You know that was pretty rotten, right?" Mickey chuckled.

"Hmm, really?" Minnie said with an innocent tone. "Seemed like a fitting punishment to me."

He crossed his arms, narrowing an eye. "Indecent exposure, eh? An' what if that was me dressed like that?"

She snickered, raising a hand to her mouth. "Wouldn't be indecent exposure to me. Actually, I wouldn't have a problem with it." She moved closer, eyes shutting half way. "Besides... Nobody else would see you because I'd keep you all to myself. And I'll definitely keep your offer in mind."

He gulped, cheeks turning red.

She pecked his nose, then patted his chest. "Come on. We've got a table to clean up."

Mickey smacked his forehead. "Oh, yeah! I gotta lock the door!" He ran off, leaving his girlfriend to giggle and shack her head at his adorable forgetfulness.

Minnie got a couple of brooms and walked back out to where the broken table was while Mickey saw the rest of the gang off. After he closed and locked the door, he joined his girlfriend to help clean up the mess. She handed him a broom with a light smile. He returned it and took the broom as the two started sweeping up the pieces of the table.

"Y'know, I could always just use the magic brooms," he suggested.

She stopped, leaning on the broom. "Remember what happened before when you tried to use them? Flooding Master Yen Sid's tower?"

"Oh, yeah... That... Heh..." He rubbed the back of his head with an embarrassed smile.

"We'll get it," she said, resuming sweeping. "Besides, I don't mind. I like it when it's just us here."

"Ya don't think it's too quiet?"

She shook her head. "Nope. I think it's romantic."

"So, uh... What was 'at about me dancin' on the table?"

She gulped, cheeks getting hot as she avoided looking at him. "I meant you would look much cuter and more handsome shirtless-" She smacked her forehead. She was unable to stop the images of him, wearing white pants, shirtless, and wearing a cute red bow tie, dancing around on a table playing through her head. With just her as the audience. "Well, I'd rather see my boyfriend dancing around like that some jerk I don't give a flip about!" she said in a huff, closing her eyes as her cheeks remained red. She exhaled deeply. "I'llll shut up now..." Her ears twitched at a familiar high pitched laughter next to her, and turned to see him holding his stomach. She threw a hand into the air with a roll of her eyes. "Great. Now you think I'm a perv."

"Aww, no I don't, Min." He wiped his eyes and stepped closer to her. "I'm glad ya'd rather see me like that than Mort."

"Of course I would," she said, a little smile crossing her lips. Her eyes squinched shut briefly. Darn it, she did it again.

He placed his fingers under her chin, lifting her gaze up to his. His smile softened, then turned to a devious little smirk. "Any time ya want me t' dress like that an' dance fer ya, jus' lemme know."

Her cheeks burned crimson, mouth forming an "o" as her brain temporarily shut down. He planted a tiny kiss on her lips, making her freeze stock where she stood. He pulled away, gave her a wink and started to resume sweeping, but he felt a smaller hand grab his arm. He turned back to see her smiling with as much devious smile as he'd worn just a moment before. That tiny kiss wasn't going to cut it with her. No siree. She wanted a real kiss right then.

"Not so fast, Mickey Mouse." She pulled him closer and pressed her lips to his, dropping the broom as jer arms wrapped around his neck as one leg rose behind her. His brain melted as he stood limp in her arms. After several seconds, she pulled away, giggling at his goofy expression.

"Wowza..." he said, speech slurred.

She giggled and patted his head. "C'mon. Let's get this mess cleaned up. Then we can go home. I soo want a nice warm shower." She bent down to pick up the broom she'd dropped.

"So ya don't want dinner?" he asked.

Her ears twitched. She turned her head to him. "Dinner?"

"Yeah. I thought since it was Ladies Night, I'd take ya out t' dinner," he revealed with a wide grin.

The edge of her mouth curled up. "That sounds wonderful."

"But if ya'd rather go home-"

"No!"

He stopped.

She cleared her throat. "I mean, no. I'd love that." She grinned. "The shower can wait. After tonight, dinner sounds nice."

He pumped his fist in the air. "Hot dog!"

She giggled at him. "Thanks, Mickey."

"My pleasure, madam," he said, giving a bow, making her giggle. "So where do ya wanna go?"

"Doesn't matter to me," she said, turning as she started sweeping again.

"Annnd about the shower ya mentioned..."

She stopped, curious about what he would say.

"I could join ya if ya'd like."

Her muzzle burned deep pink. She turned around to see him standing with a devious little grin. As an eye narrowed, she turned the broom around.

He saw and knew what was coming. "Well, gosh, look at th' time!" He broke into a run around one of tables.

"Mickey Mouse!" Minnie shrieked, cheeks flushed as she held the broom high in the air and chased after him, him laughing the whole time.

"Well, he got his comeuppance," Minnie said, matter of factly.

"An' ya don't think Clarabelle chasin' him home wasn't too extreme?"

She laughed. "No way! It was great! Perfect way to get back at him." Then she wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her front to his side. "As I said then, you're welcome to dance on a table like that for me any time."

"I just may do that fer yer birthday," he said with a mischievous grin.

"Aww, but why wait 'til then?" she said, giving a cute pout.

"Heh, 'cuz it'll make a fun gift fer ya."

"Ohh, you have no idea," she said with a wide grin. She giggled and twiddled her finger on the bottom of his ear.

He knew they still needed to wash their legs, butts and lower fronts, and knew they needed to stand to do so. "Ya sure ya can stand?" he asked, knowing they had to stand to wash the rest of them. He could help her stand up but he wondered about her being able to stand on a sprained foot while she washed herself.

She gave a wave of her hand. "Oh, pff, of course I can." Then she gave him a wink. "Bedsides, I've got a nice strong fella in here with me. So I've got nothing to worry about."

Instinctively, he took hold of one her hands as he placed his hand on her waist, helping her stand up. The two mice stood in the tub, facing each other. Their gaze locked for a moment before he looked down to her foot briefly.

"Does it hurt t' stand?"

She looked down as she wiggled her foot, noticing that it felt better than it had when they first got in the tub. "Just a tad." She looked back up to him. "I'm good."

"I still wantcha to be careful."

She gave a gentle smile, placing her bare hand on his bare chest. She could hear the concern in his voice. It flattered her that he worried, although he could worry too much sometimes. Still she was grateful for the affection. "Oh, I'm not worried. I've got you with me. Hee hee!" She poked his nose playfully. Then she handed him the second bar of soap and cloth.

He took it and each started washing their lower fronts, backs, and legs. He stopped and watched her as she picked up a bottle of body wash. She noticed, and held the bottle close, allowing him to smell of it. His eyes closed as he hummed, his senses engulfed in the delightful aroma.

"Wow, that smells good!"

She turned it toward her. "It's Passion Peach Mango. Told you I got matching body wash."

He chuckled. "Great. So now yer gonna smell good enough t' eat."

She gave a playful smirk. "Hee hee! I don't see that being a bad thing, do you?"

"Not if you don't." As he resumed washing himself and she started using the body wash, another memory came back to him.

"Hey, remember when we were at that little cafe and I was playin' that pinball machine?"

"Sure do. You kicked it and totally destroyed it," she answered as she washed her arms.

"Do ya remember what I called ya?" he asked, a playful grin on his face.

Her cheeks pinkened, remembering what he said to her. "You said I was your treasure."

"Aye, lass. The cutest treasure ever," he said in his best pirate accent, leaning close to nuzzle her neck, making her giggle.

Pulling back, he laughed. "Aye, matey! And I'm here fer yer booty," he added before reaching behind her to give her little "booty" a gentle pinch, making her squeak from the sensation.

"Easy, matey. Or I'll make ye walk the plank," she said playfully, eyes half lidded as she moved her smaller and shorter closer. Then she raised a hand to poke his nose. "My booty is already yours, anyway."

"Aye?" he said, eyes and grin widening.

"Aye," she affirmed with a nod, followed by a giggle.

He chuckled, then continued with what he was saying earlier, his voice back to normal. "I remember hearin' ya tryin' t' make up yer mind in th' soda shop. Ya mentioned somethin' about watchin' yer figure?"

Minnie continued to wash herself off as she answered simply. "Eh, I just don't want to eat something that'll stick to me. Some things will, so I'm careful."

"But ya've got a great figure, Min!" he protested.

She blushed, flattered by and appreciative of his compliment. "Thanks, Mickey." She chuckled lightly. "Even though I'm not an hour glass figure." It was true. She was slender, only had light curves around her hips. She had a flat stomach, flat chest, and what he described as a cute, firm, adorable little tush. Thinking about that always made her blush.

"I don't want ya t' be. Yer cute and beautiful as ya are," he told her, making her blush deepen. "Besides, ya get lots of exercise, anyway, don'tcha?" It was true. She was into many sports and various activities. And she exercised nearly every day. She stayed fit and healthy. Though her slender frame was also a result of her high metabolism. She could burn calories fast so it was easy for her to stay thin. Though she did eat healthy, she also liked some of the foods. She enjoyed a good salad. And she loved fruits and vegetables.

"You're right. I do get plenty of exercise." She leaned close, pressing her nose to his. "You make sure of that."

"Oh, it ain't just me, toots," he remarked with a grin. "You make sure I get plenty of exercise, too. How many times do ya go int' heat again?" He wondered sometimes if she was actually going into heat all those times or if she just really wanted him right then and there. Not that he was complaining.

She giggled. "So? It's a fun way to stay fit, isn't it?"

"Yeah, and it's also a good way to damage furniture," he added before laughing.

She lightly punched his arm, laughing herself. "Hey, I blame you for the dent in the refrigerator."

"How was 'at my fault?"

"You put my butt against it. You're the one that pounded me into oblivion."

He laughed. "Yeah, that explains all the moving around yer legs did."

Her nose scrunched up. Then she grinned. "Hey, I have no control over my body when you get me going. Still, I blame you for that incident."

"Yeah, an' I blame you fer th' time we knocked a picture off th' wall above the bed."

She stopped. "Hey, that was you!"

He paused, lifting his eyes in thought. They had been going at it, with him on top of her, and the picture above the bed fell down, bonking him on his head. The bed was shaking from their movements. She looked up at at just the moment it was about to hit him. She froze and started to yell out his name, but it was too late. Luckily, it was a small picture and had a light frame. But it still got his attention when it hit him. Both of them had to put their lovemaking on hold until they could stop laughing.

"Oh, right. That was me." He rubbed the back of his head. "Heh, whoops."

"See?" she grinned.

He then pointed at her. "But it was yer fault that one of th' bed sheets got tore."

"Okay, yeah, that was me," she admitted simply. "But hey, you were also to blame, too, y'know. If you hadn't been driving me crazy that night I wouldn't have tore the sheets."

"Those weren't th' only ones ya tore," he reminded her with a wide grin. "I lost count of how many ya ripped up like a wild animal."

"Oh, shush," she said, her nose wrinkling up before sticking her little tongue out. "A bed sheet here and there is nothing. What's a tore sheet every few nights." She snickered. "It's totally worth it."

"Don't ya have, like, a discount or somethin' 'cause ya hafta buy so many?" he chortled.

"Hey, I'm not that bad!" she retorted. Then she thought for a second. "...Okay, maybe a little... But still, so what?" She waved her hand dismissively.

"An' what's a dent in the fridge."

They looked at each, grinning before they started laughing.

Minnie then got the removable shower head and started to spray herself off. Once she was done, Mickey, the adorable perv he was, couldn't resist. He leaned in to her little neck and sniffed. Her cheeks flushed but she didn't mind. Instantly, her now peach scented body filled his senses. He exhaled, eyes eyes drifting shut.

"Okay... Now I know what I'm havin' fer breakfast, lunch an' dinner."

Her cheeks flushed deeper, but she had no arguments. "I foresee us getting some really good exercise very soon, tee hee!"

"So do I, my little blueberry muffin." He nuzzled her neck, making her giggle. Pulling back, he held up a finger. "Once ya get better."

She huffed, eyes lowering. "Uhg, fiiine."

He knew the only thing that remained was their feet. "Now I need t' get yer feet."

Her cheeks flushed a bit. She sat back down in the water as she raised the foot with the sprained ankle. He knelt down and gently took hold of her foot, and she felt a tingle go through her instantly. He gently pressed the cloth and soap to her foot as he began to wash as gently as he could, making sure not to twist her foot, or to tickle her.

However, her foot twitched. She couldn't help it. Her feet were ticklish. And even though Mickey was doing nothing intentional, it didn't stop the tingles or the involuntary twitching. Which he obviously noticed.

"Ya okay?" He stopped, concerned he'd hurt her more.

"Mm-mm," she said, biting her lower lip gently. "Just kinda tickles."

He remembered then, mentally smacking himself. "Aw, crud... Sorry, Mins..."

"No, no, it's fine," she said quickly. She enjoyed having him wash her, and returning the favor. "Go on. I'm fine. Really."

He hesitated for a second but then resumed. He ran the cloth between her toes, feeling a slight twitch from her foot and heard her giggle. He finished with that foot then moved on to the next. This time neither had to worry about her ankle. Though he still didn't want her to fidget since she only had one good ankle. He washed her foot, feeling her soft skin as he washed it gently. He leaned back in the tub when he was finished. "Done."

She sat up as he started to wash his feet. "You know, I can do that," she offered.

"No need," he said, and stood back up. "See?" He held out his hand as she smiled and took it, standing up in front of him, pulling the plug for the water to drain before she did.

She moved closer, wrapping her arms around his waist. "Hee hee! Thanks again for taking a bath with me, Mickey. I love it when we do that." She noticed the feeling of their wet torsos rubbing together slightly as she hugged him. A feeling she loved.

He moved his arms around her slender waist, pulling her smaller frame closer. "Yer, welcome, Mins. Sorry about yer foot."

"Aw, no biggie. It'll heal up. I certainly wasn't going to let that ruin our tub time together. And thanks for washing me, too." She leaned up and pecked his lips before letting go.

"Yer also welcome fer that, heh. Thank you, too. Still don't know why ya insisted on washin' me."

"Because it's not fair for me to be the only one getting special treatment. And it's fun!"

He quirked a brow. "But I like givin' ya special treatment."

She giggled. "I know. But you deserve some TLC, too."

"I'm not th' one that slipped on a banana peel." He paused. "Ehhh, today, anyway."

"C'mon, you know that saying. All's fair in love and war." She snickered and poked his nose. Then she got the shower head, since she was closer, and held it. "Now hold still."

He chortled. "Whattaya think I am, part cat? I don't mind water." Then his devilish side kicked in again. "I'm actually used to it." He gave a cheeky grin. "Ya spray me a lot anyway."

She smirked, and reached down for the cold handle, turning back to him as she aimed the sprayer between his legs. "Do you need to... chill out?"

His eyes widened as he gulped. He shook his hands wildly. "Okay, I give! I give!"

Her smirk widened before she aimed the sprayer in the tub and turned on the hot and cold to get it the right temperature. "Wise choice," she said as she stood. She turned on the hot and cold handles and began sprayed him off. She couldn't help it as she watched the water drops cascade down his lightly ripped torso. The way they curved over his light abs, and ran down his stomach. She found herself grinning, biting her lip as she sprayed him off. Yeah, she was turned on, so what? Hellooo, beef cake! she thought to herself.

After he was free of suds, she handed him the sprayer. He took it and started rinsing her off. And like she'd done to him, he too, found himself looking at her. Of course, she had a different physique than him, but it was still a sight to watch for him. He watched as the beads of water trailed down her chest, down her flat stomach, and down her hip bones and thighs. As she turned around, he also watched the droplets run between and over her shoulder blades, down the crease in her back and down her cute little tush. He watched as she slowly wiped her arms, her sides, watching the muscles in her back flex.

As she turned back around, suds free, she grinned as she took the sprayer from him. "I take it you enjoyed the show."

He shook his head, dumbfounded. "Wha...! I...! Ya...! Ya mean ya did that on purpose?"

She grinned, giggling cutely. "Yep. Totally did, heh heh!"

He grinned, an eye narrowing. "Why, ya sneaky, evil little minx."

"Well, it got a rouse out of you, didn't it," she chided.

He looked down at himself, then back up. "Gee, what gave that away?" he asked sarcastically.

"Oh, just the exciting view of your 'hot dog'," she grinned, then giggled. She pointed to the cold water knob. "Well, we could always cool you down a little."

He placed his hands over his lower extremities and turned around. "Noooo thanks!"

She erupted into laughter and giggles. He turned back around and reached over top of her, placing the sprayer back. The closeness made her place a hand on his chest as he leaned close. Her cheeks flushed as she was suddenly so close to his wet torso. He put the sprayer back in its place and stepped back, then reached for the towels on the rack. He held hers out to her. It was unmistakably hers. Pink.

"Thanks," she said, taking the towel from him as she started drying her hair.

"Yer welcome. ...Little minx..." he said, adding the last bit with a grin.

She stuck out her tongue playfully before continuing to dry herself off.

He dried himself off quickly and stepped out of the tub, offering his hand to her.

Minnie giggled and placed her hand in his. "Why, thank you, kind sir."

"Yer welcome, fair maiden."

She stepped out of the tub gently and gave him a soft kiss on his forehead before wrapping the towel around herself, tying it at the top of her chest. As he finished tying the towel he had around his waist, he suddenly felt her warm arms move around his frame, and her smaller one pressed against his. She giggled, cheek pressed against his chest before she looked up to him, her injured foot raised behind her. "Thanks again for taking a bath with me, Mickey."

"Gosh, yer welcome, Mins. It was fun, ha ha!" He rubbed the back of his head.

"Hee hee, yes it was! We'll definitely have to do it again!"

He moved his arms around her back, pulling her smaller frame closer. "Yer already plannin' on that, I'm sure."

"Ahh, you know me well." She chuckled before leaning up to peck his lips. When they pulled apart, she hummed contently. "I love you, Mickey."

"Love you, too, Min."

She nuzzled her nose to his then let go of him and turned to the small cabinet next to the sink, where their wedding rings and gloves lay.

"Need some help getting dressed?" he asked.

She shook her head. "Nah, I can get dressed. She turned her head back to him. "But you can watch," she added with a little grin, sticking her tongue out playfully as she turned her hips a bit.

"Was plannin' on doin' that anyway, ha ha!"

They got their gloves and put them on. Then she picked up his ring and handed it to him as she picked hers up. Before she could put it on, he took it from her.

"Ah ah. Allow me." He knelt down and took her left hand.

Her heart began to flutter as her right hand raised to cover her heart.

He slipped the ring on her finger and stood. "I like puttin' yer ring back on," he said with an impish smile.

"Oh, Mickey..." she cooed, and took his hands as she leaned up to kiss his cheek. Then she took his ring, took his left hand, and slipped the ring onto his finger. "There." She looked at the ring, then back up to him with a sly grin. "You know what this means, don't you?" The silence indicated to her he hadn't a clue. Poor, cute boy. "It means you may now kiss the bride," she finished coyly.

He wiggled a brow, grin widening. "Don't hafta tell me twice." He leaned in, her meeting him half way, as they shared a kiss.

When they pulled apart, he couldn't help but chuckle at a memory. "At least this time ya actually let me have a little chance. When I was first told t' kiss ya, ya didn't give me time t' do anything."

Her cheeks flushed at the memory of her pouncing him at the alter, kissing him first. "Well, I was excited. You were finally my husband and I was your wife. I couldn't wait any longer to kiss you."

"Ha ha! Well, I wasn't complainin'!"

She gave his nose a gentle poke with her finger. "Oh, you."

He knelt down and picked her up bridal style, making her squeak at first from the sudden motion, then giggle as she realized what he was doing.

"Now t' carry ya across th' threshold." He glanced back to the doorway then back to her. "Uh, heh... Even if it is th' bathroom door."

Her arms moved around his neck as she rested in his arms. "So what wouldja like for dinner?"

"No, yer not cookin'," he protested. "I can make somethin'."

Her head tilted. "Mickey, you know I love you dearly, but I'm not exactly hungry for ham, cheese, ham and tomato sandwiches with cheese."

He lifted his eyes in thought. "Mmm... How 'bout we order pizza?"

She nodded. "Yeah. That sounds good."

He turned to the doorway as he started out the bathroom. He stopped at the door and she flicked off the light. "So what wouldja like?"

"Cheese, obviously," she said, giggling afterward.

"Thick or thin crust this time?"

She grinned. "You know I like it big and thick." She made sure to put emphasis on the big and thick part, making his cheeks burn red, and making her laugh. "Thick crust. You want supreme or pepperoni?"

"I-" He stopped, suddenly feeling a very cool draft. He looked down, seeing his towel had come undone and was now around his feet, leaving him completely naked. "Aw, cheese whiz."

Minnie looked down, saw the towel, and began to laugh, burying her face in the side of his neck.

He used his tail to pick up the towel before they continued on to the bedroom to get dressed, joining in on her laughter.

Just another average day for the two mice.

END