HER SOLDIER

Another mile.

Another minute.

Another second.

Another mile down, and closer to her destination. Screw the speed limit. She had to get there. She had to get to the airport.

She couldn't get there fast enough.

Her heart was racing. Not because she had the car at borderline illegal speeds, but because of something far more euphoric.

She had to get to the airport. She had to see him.

Her life depended on it.

Her husband was coming home.

"I'm coming, Mickey..." Minnie said to herself as she drove down the four-lane.

Nothing would stop her from seeing him again.

It all began a little over seven months before, when a military sergeant, also a friend of Chief O'Hara, asked if Mickey would help in tracking down a soldier that had gone rogue. He knew of Mickey's efforts in the Foreign Legion, and knew of Mickey's background, thus making the mouse an obvious choice. It was crucial, as this soldier had been working on secret projects and threatened national security with documents he had stolen.

It all started that morning, when he got that letter...

FLASHBACK

"Mickey, could you go get the paper, please? Breakfast is almost done," she said in her cheery tone, kissing her partner's cheek.

"Sure thing, Min. Be back in a flash!" Mickey dashed into the living room and out the door, and from the kitchen window, she could see him run out and grab the newspaper. She glanced back to the pancakes she was making and flipped them over, then glanced back up to see him walking back toward the house slowly. This piqued her curiosity, and she watched as he walked closer to the house, noticing the piece of paper he was holding up.

He entered the house, her ears perking at the sound of the door.

"Mickey?"

He entered the kitchen, suddenly seeming cheerful as apposed to how he looked outside. "Y-Yeah?"

She could clearly see his attempts to hide the letter, and his nervous demeanor was painfully evident. "Mickey? What do you have behind your back?"

He sighed, knowing there was no sense hiding it. He didn't even look at her when he held out the letter.

She looked at it, then back up to him before taking it and beginning to read. As she read, her legs started feeling weaker, and she leaned against the counter. Her heart started thumping loudly in her chest. As she finished, her hands were shaking as she looked up to him, eyes wide and fearful. "...No..."

"It's not for long..." he started.

"N-No... They can't... Why... Why you?"

"They want me t-"

"Why?!" Her voice was a higher pitch now. "Why you? Why do they only want you?"

Mickey sighed. "Because they know I can catch him."

"It's the freaking military, Mickey!" She slammed the letter down onto the counter. "The whole military is relying on one person for this?"

He looked her in the eye, somber. "Basically."

Minnie paused, realization sinking in. She knew him. If anyone could catch this rogue soldier, it was Mickey. But why him? Why now? Why at all? She shook her head, blinking back the tears that were threatening to fall. "...This can't be happening..." She looked up, more anger in her eyes now. "The whole military wants you to catch this guy? What're we relying on them for if they can't handle this?! Why do they have to send you overseas to do this?"

Mickey stepped closer to her, calmly. "'Cause this guy knows what he's doin'. And the sergeant's countin' on me."

She looked up into his eyes. "They're sending you overseas, Mickey! Don't you..." She took a deep breath. "...don't you know how dangerous..."

"I know," he nodded. "I have to do this."

She shook her head quickly. "No! You don't!"

He grabbed her hands. "Yes, I do." There was a thick silence.

"But..." Her voice cracked as she squeaked, no longer holding back her tears as they began to spill down her cheeks. She moved closer, wrapping her arms around him tightly. "...you... you could be..."

He embraced her, holding her close to him. "I won't. I'll come back."

"I don't... I don't want you to go..." she wailed as she began sobbing into his chest.

Mickey held her as she cried, rubbing her back with his hands and softly kissing the side of her head every little bit. After a few minutes, her sobbing had died down, and she pulled back, looking up into his eyes. She knew there was no other choice. He had to go, whether she wanted him to or not. The only thing she could do was stay behind and cheer him on and pray for his safe return.

"Promise me..." She sniffed. "Promise me you'll come back." She knew him. He'd never break a promise. Therefore, if she made him promise to come home to her,
then he would. He'd never broken a promise to her before, nor had he to others. She knew him. If Mickey Mouse made a promise to you, you could count on him to see it through. "Please, Mickey... Please promise me you'll come back... that you'll come back to me..." She pleaded. "I don't..." She shook her head as she sniffed. "I don't wanna be without you. I can't..."

"Hey." He raised a hand under her chin, lifting her gaze to meet his. "I promise. Ya know I'll always come back to ya." He kissed her forehead. "You're where my heart lies. Wherever ya are is where my heart is, and where I want t' be." He smiled warmly, and took her hand, and interlocked their fingers so their palms were pressed together. "I promise, on the very heart that beats in me, I'll come back to ya. No matter what."

Minnie's eyes were shimmering, and tears trailed down her cheeks. But this time, tears of happiness. She smiled lovingly, moving her fingers to interlock with his. "Oh, Mickey!" she breathed, as she flung herself onto him. "I promise I'll wait for you. No matter how long it takes, I'll be here." She pulled back a bit. "I'm not complete if you're not here."

"Thanks, kiddo. I'll try not to keep ya waitin' too long." He grinned, trying to lift her spirits.

She smiled. "If anyone can cath that guy, it's you. I believe in you. I know you can do it."

"That's all I need," he said.

"Come back to me... My soldier..." she breathed softly as she leaned up to kiss him, hugging him tightly.

END FLASHBACK

Another mile.

She was getting closer. The closer she got the faster her heart raced. The more euphoric she got.

It had been seven months, three weeks, and two days since she'd seen him in person. Since she'd held him in her arms, since she'd tasted his lips, his skin, since felt his body and kisses all over her own, since she last said "I love you" to his face.

It had been too long. Her heart, her body, her mind needed to see him, needed to hold him, needed to feel his arms around her, needed to feel his lips on her.

He had to depart in two days, so the first night the mice made for just the two of them. That morning, Minnie awoke before her lover, smiling and giggling as she found him still snoozing with his mouth open. His adorableness always making her heart flutter. She held the cover around her bare form as she rolled over and sat up, looking toward the window, seeing the sunlight peer through the blinds. She looked back at him, smiled, then back to the window. Screw the day. She turned back to her husband and laid back down next to him, snuggling against his own bare form with a content sigh. They could sleep in together a little.

The next morning she saw him dressed in his uniform. She adjusted his beret as she looked at her soldier, wearing a proud smile.

"Ma'am," he nodded with a smile.

"Commander," she smiled warmly back.

"I'm not even a recruit. I'm just a secret service agent."

"Doesn't matter to me," she dismissed, then circled her arms around him. "I still like calling you Captain and Commander." She leaned up and kissed him, long and passionately. As she pulled back with a gasp for breath, she smiled through dazed eyes. "That's to go on."

He dipped her, making her squeak.

"Whoa!"

"Then let me give ya somethin' to keep ya goin' till I get back," he grinned.

She giggled. "I'm open to suggestions..." He returned her kiss, making her moan as his lips swept over hers.

When they arrived at the airport, she walked him to the gate. He gave a salute, and she gave a salute back.

"Stay safe, my soldier." Then she hugged him tight. "Love you, sweetie. Be careful. And remember; I'm always here waiting for you, and I believe in you. If anyone can catch that guy,
it's you. Go show 'em what you're made of."

He winked. "Gotcha." He turned toward the gate.

"Mickey." She hugged him one more time. "I love you. And I'm gonna miss you so much while you're gone. But... please be careful." She gave him one more squeeze. "One for the road."

"I will, toots," he assured. And nuzzled the top of her head. "One for the road."

The two parted, sharing one more smile and wave before he sprinted off to the plane. She walked back out to their jalopy convertible and watched as the plane took off. She waved as it passed overhead. "See ya soon, Mickey. Come home safe. I'll wait for you."

He continued to write to her while he was away. At least once a week or every two weeks sometimes she'd get a letter in the mail. No matter what she was doing, she'd drop it and read his letter. She waited on those letters, she counted on them. For she knew that as long as she received them, he was still alive. He'd tell her about how the investigation was going, what it was like overseas, of some of his new comrades. He told her of how he got to drive a Humvee, and even controlled a tank. Naturally, this did concern Minnie, as she wondered why someone being brought in for a special assignment would need to know these things. However, it was part of his cover.

He couldn't go in as a normal guy. He had to appear as a soldier, like he did in the Foreign Legion. So being taught how to drive these was a natural thing. Minnie smiled as she imagined her husband behind the wheel of a Humvee. In fact, Mickey sent a picture of himself standing in front of one, saluting. She giggled. She knew him. He'd learn how to drive a tank, a Humvee, a Black Hawk or a submarine in no time. Minnie thought he looked very handsome in his uniform, and she could still see his boyish charm and nature shinning through that uniform. She could see the curiosity he had, and knew he'd be like a kid with a new toy. He also sent a picture of himself inside a tank that one of the soldiers took when he wasn't paying attention. Minnie admired the photo, because in it she could see the determination and concentration written on his face as he obviously took control of the thing for the first time.

Of course, Minnie wrote back. She told him how things were on the home front, how she and his brother and friends missed him and also tried to help out with the investigation what she could, offering advise or ideas that might help him along the way. And she sent him pictures back as well. She sent him a picture of her sitting outside on the back porch during a sunset, smiling into the camera with the captions, Wish you were here... She also sent a picture of herself in a patriotic outfit saluting, with direct instructions to not let anyone else see, as it was for his eyes only. The outfit was cute, but she wanted to be a pin-up girl for the photo, knowing it was highly popular during the 50's. And of course, Mickey never let anyone see. However, if he needed his blood pumping all he had to do was look at the photo. She kept and reread every letter he'd sent her so many times she had every one memorized. Ortensia joked once that Minnie was going set the world record for letter reading.

In one of his letters, he'd become so excited upon seeing a new, experimental aircraft that he spilled the beans on the thing to Minnie. She couldn't help but laugh.
He was like a child when it came to new things. He wanted to try it out and see what it could do. Of course, she knew there was no better person for the job than her soldier. He'd either make it, or break it. Of course this was military secrets he'd revealed, so she'd never tell a soul, and couldn't help but hope that he could take her for a ride in it someday.

Another mile. She was still just several miles from the airport. She couldn't wait to get there.

For Minnie, it was hard. She recalled when she and Mickey were dating, all the times she woke up in an empty bed and went to sleep in an empty bed. Now she was used to feeling him beside her every morning and night. And so for the first couple of weeks she had to endure not having him next to her. She rubbed the gold heart pendant he got her as a wedding present and the gold key he got her for their first anniversary many times as her thoughts constantly wondered to him. She'd run her fingers across them, thinking that, somehow, he could see her thoughts, hear her fervent wishes for him to come home. Minnie tried to carry on normally, but it was hard. She still had her Bow-tique to attend to, but countless times she found her mind going back to him.

She sent him care packages, with letters, pictures, and some snacks and little gifts from her and their friends, hoping to bring him smiles and laughter, letting him know they all wanted him home, especially her. She remembered when he came home from the Legion - how he disguised himself and showed up on her doorstep in that dorky big nose and mustache, carrying five white boxes, one huge heart-shapped box of candy and a big bouquet of flowers, and tried to get her to buy something. He was a persistent little bugger, and she refused every offer. Then he threw off the disguise and revealed his true self. She threw her hands in the air shouting out his name in joy and relief. She wondered if he'd try that same thing again. Silly boy.

Just a few more miles to go.

Four months and one week after Mickey had been gone, Oswald called one morning... A convoy had ran across a landmine.

Minnie froze, her heart stopping. She dropped the phone and ran to the living room, grabbing the remote and turning on the TV. It was all over the news. A convoy had ran over a landmine. One Humvee was destroyed and another had been flipped five times. The men in the first and one in the second was K.I.A. Was it Mickey's convoy?

Minnie stayed glued to the screen, waiting by the phone for any news, all the while hoping and praying. Oswald, Ortensia and the rest of their friends all gathered at the Mouse residence, all trying to keep each other's spirits up. Minnie was the worst out of all of them, with Oswald being second. Nobody knew Mickey better than these two, so they were the most fearful.

"Come on, Mickey, you have to pull through this..." Minnie uttered quietly to herself as she watched the screen.

"C'mon, little brother, yer made of tough stuff..." Oswald muttered.

For hours the gang stayed by the phone, and after what felt like an eternity, it rang. Minnie grabbed it with shaking hands. "H-H-Hello!?"

For a second there was static. "Minnie!"

She knew that voice. That wonderful, high-pitched voice. It felt like her heart began beating again as hot tears started running down her face. "Mickey!"

Oswald shot up, and everyone looked toward Minnie urgently.

"He's okay!" she cried out happily. "He's alive!"

Everyone cheered.

Minnie put Mickey on speaker phone so the whole gang could hear. He was in the third Humvee. The third Humvee had been peppered with shrapnel when the mine went off. The windshield had been broken out and although he had some minor cuts and burns, he was okay. Much to the relief of everyone, especially Minnie and Oswald. Mickey had helped to save a couple of the soldier's lives, and suffered some burns pulling one of the soldiers from the second Humvee. But he was alive.

That night, the gang gathered in the town square for a candlelight vigil in honor of the fallen soldiers. Minnie stood alongside everyone with a candle in hand as they bowed their heads to a prayer for the fallen, and a prayer for those still serving. The whole town seemed to be there. And before Minnie left, she turned back to the flag as it flew half-mast, waving in the wind, and gave a salute, a tear running down her cheek.

There were many nights Minnie couldn't sleep. Nightmares plagued her mind as she tried to rest, keeping her up. She'd wake up crying, or screaming Mickey's name, only to find he wasn't there. She'd clutch his picture to her chest as she'd cry herself to sleep.

In one nightmare, she was cleaning when she heard a knock on the door. Opening it, she saw a soldier standing there, with a letter in hand. Slowly taking it as she began to tremble, her worst fear had come true. Tears began to streak down her cheeks as she began shaking.

"...No... No, no, no, no..." Her voice cracked as she sank to the floor, her heart shattering into a million pieces. "Mickey..." She lost it, Her world fell apart around her. "MICKEEEEEYYYY!"

She awoke, eyes soaked with tears, realizing she had been crying in her sleep. She bolted up in bed, and quickly glanced over to where her the other half of her heart would normally lay, only to face the cold reality that he wasn't there. Relief swept over her as she realized it was all just a horrible nightmare. But she missed him now more than ever, and wanted so badly to feel his arms around her, comforting her, and to hear him tell her he's there and that everything would be okay. She clutched his picture to her chest as she sobbed herself to sleep.

But she tried to be strong. She knew he was being watched over and didn't doubt him or his abilities. She had to be strong. For him, for their friends, and for herself.

A cousin of hers made a mention to Minnie that Minnie needed to try to have a good time. That spending some time with another guy wouldn't hurt. Naturally, Minnie was disgusted with this.

"And that's why you're divorced," she huffed bluntly. "For the what - ninth time?"

Her cousin ignored it. "What Mickey don't know-"

She was interrupted by Minnie slamming her fist down onto the table of the bistro they were at, as fire raged in her eyes. "If you think for a second that I would cheat on Mickey then you obviously don't know me as well as you think you do!" Her voice, though soft and sweet, was sounding more icy than the Arctic. "I'd rather die than do that to him! I'm not like you. Mickey's the only guy for me and I don't give a flip about other men. I'll wait for an eternity for Mickey if I have to. I made a promise when we got married that I would always be loyal to him, and I will keep that promise. Do you honestly think I think about other guys?"

"It's natural for someone in your situation."

Minnie's gaze sharpened. "Ya know what, get Doc Static or Professor Von Drake to scan my mind. I'm positive they could create something that would let them view every thought I've had since Mickey's been gone." She leaned across the table, her tiny stature allowing her to only lean over it partially, grinning. "Scan me. We'll see who's right." A thick silence filled the air. "See this?" Minnie held up her left hand, showing off the ring. "This is a promise. A promise I made to my husband. Let me tell you 'bout the difference between you and me. You cheat, I don't. You want to cheat, I don't. You think about other men twenty-four-seven, I don't. I know the meaning of loyalty, you don't. I actually love my husband, and I will always be loyal to Mickey." Minnie picked up her purse and slung it over her shoulder. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get home." As she started walking away, she heard her cousin.

"I've got a friend in my purse that can help you relieve some of that stress."

That did it. Now Minnie was cheesed off.

Minnie turned back to her cousin, and calmly walked over to her. She leaned across the table, smiling a menacing smile. "You seriously don't wanna give that to me,
'cause I've only got two words for you." Her smile disappeared. "Shove it." She turned on her heels and stormed off, muttering all the way home. "Stupid cousin..."

In the letter she wrote to Mickey that night, she told him everything her cousin had said. If anything, it'd give him a good laugh. It sure as heck had worked for her, as she had laughed for a good ten minutes after she got home, thinking of how clueless her cousin was. How was that woman even related to her, she didn't know. But she knew why she never hung out with that particular cousin.

Mickey also managed to call Minnie one in a while, and when he did they'd talk for hours until he had to hang up. Her last words were always the same, and she meant them each time she said it.

"I love you, Mickey. Stay safe, and please come home. I'm here, and I'll keep waiting. Love you, sweetie."

Mickey counted on those words every night he called. It's what pushed him through the next day. His last words were always what helped Minnie make it through every day without him. "Love ya, Mins. Take care of yerself, and I'll come home to ya." Later he added, "And try not to kill yer cousin."

That last one she never guaranteed.

He was also able to send live video via a laptop, so there were a few times they talked over the laptop. Minnie laid on their bed on her stomach, kicking her feet and forth in the air as they talked and talked. Minnie made sure to record every video session so she'd always have it, and made a DVD copy of every one. She prayed every night for his safety and for him to make it back safe and sound.

A few days ago, over seas, Mickey caught the guy the guy that had taken the documents. Mickey had overheard the guy mention meeting someone to pass off the documents to, and the sergeant had the man detained. However, since the rogue soldier didn't know the identity of the man, Mickey went in his place. When the rogue soldier found out, he attempted to fire at Mickey, but Mickey was able to miss the bullet, but just barely. He used up all his ammo trying to fire at the agile mouse, and then he began to fight by hand. He was tough, as he'd trained in CQC. Mickey managed to subdue the man, but just barely. Right before the man passed out, he pulled the pin on a grenade and dropped it. Mickey saw it, and ran.

But it was too late. It hit the floor of the building. Mickey was able to get several feet before the explosion sent shrapnel flying in every direction, including himself. Mickey landed with a hard thud on the floor on his stomach. He coughed, smoke filling his lungs, making them burn. He only managed to roll onto his back before he collapsed. His vision was beginning to blur. He turned his head, seeing the gold band on his finger, and the gold watch his wife had given him for their first anniversary. For a second, before he blacked out, he swore he saw the watch stop...

Blackness.

That's all he saw. Was he dead? Was that it?

He heard something. No.

Someone.

It was faint but...

"...Mickey..."

He knew that voice.

"...Mickey..."

It was so soft. So sweet. It could only belong to one person.

"Mickey."

In his dream or deathlike state, he called out. "Minnie!"

"Mickey." Her voice was so clear.

"Minnie... I..." Mickey choked back his tears. "I failed... I... I-I won't be able to..."

"Don't give up, Mickey." He began to see an image of her, crying over top of his body at his funeral, sobbing in their bed alone, Mortimer trying to fill that void in her life.

No.

Then he saw her. An angelic glow around her as she looked at him with a confidant smile. "You can't give up, Mickey!" she said to him. "I need you! Please don't go, come back to me! You promised! You have to keep fighting! You're Mickey Mouse! You're strong, and brave, and I'm counting on you! We all are."

No. He couldn't quit. So what if he'd been blown about thirty feet by a grenade. Big flippin' deal. He had a wife waitin' on him, with kisses he still owed her, a big brother who still owed him a hamburger and who he still needed to pester some more, and he had good friends that he still owed a bowling match to. Screw the grenade. Screw death. He was going home to his family and friends.

"...Minnie... I'm keepin' that promise after all..." The image of her faded as things started getting brighter.

Mickey gasped as another jolt of electricity went through him.

"We've got a pulse!" one soldier shouted.

"Get him stabilized! We need to move him out of here! Transport's here, let's get him on the Hawk!" another ordered. Mickey recognized it as the sergeant.

"...Sarge...?" Mickey's raspy voice uttered.

The sergeant patted the mouse's chest gently. "We lost you for a bit there, Newbie."

"How long..." He coughed. "...was I out?"

"I'm honestly surprised you made it. The medical examiner called it three minutes ago but I wouldn't give up on a soldier that I knew still had fight left in him."

Mickey smiled tiredly. "Thanks, Sarge... I owe ya one..."

The sergeant laughed. "No, Mickey, I owe you. You got those documents back safe. The military is indebted to you."

"Aww... wasn't nothin'." Mickey glanced at his watch. It was ticking again. He smiled.

Back in Mouseton, Minnie had awoken with a strange feeling. She couldn't put her finger on it, but she just woke up with a sudden sense of emptiness. She felt something was wrong. She walked over to the window, looking out at the night sky. She lifted a hand to rub across her heart and key pendants as she closed her eyes. "Mickey." She wished he could hear her. "Mickey." She opened her eyes and looked out at the night sky. Then she closed her eyes again and she held the heart and key to her chest. "Don't give up, Mickey." She felt that feeling, that strange emptiness. "You can't give up, Mickey! I need you! Please don't go, come back to me! You promised! You have to keep fighting! You're Mickey Mouse! You're strong, and brave, and I'm counting on you! We all are." Suddenly, that strange feeling vanished, and she opened her eyes. She held up the heart and key, and a single tear streaked down her cheek. "You're okay. I can feel it." She looked up at the night sky again, and closed her eyes as she said a prayer. "Lord, thank you, for keeping him safe."

The day before yesterday, she'd received a call from Mickey's sergeant.

"Hello?"

"Is this the Mouse residence?"

"Yes, may I ask who's calling?"

"This is Sergeant Retriever. Is this Misses Mouse?"

Minnie froze. "Y-Yes..."

"I'm calling in regards to your husband, Mister Mickey Micheal Mouse."

Minnie's heart began to race, as she was unable to speak, everything going dark around her.

"Don't worry, I assure you he's fine, Miss Mouse."

"Oh, thank goodness..." Minnie breathed in relief, collapsing onto the couch. "Is he there? Can I speak to him?" she asked urgently.

"Yes, he's resting right now. I was calling to inform you that he'll be returning home tomorrow morning. He'll be honorably discharged and presented with a medal by me. Some soldiers are coming home tomorrow so there will be a ceremony for them. I hope your husband and yourself will stay and enjoy yourselves."

Minnie giggled. "It would be an honor, Sergeant Retriever. I'm sure Mickey... Micheal will love it." She hardly ever used Mickey's middle name. Loved "Mickey" much, much better.

"He wanted to call you himself, but I ordered him to rest. Your husband's rather stubborn."

Minnie giggled. She knew it. And she loved him for it.

"He wouldn't relax until I told him I'd call you for him."

"Yep, that sounds like him," Minnie giggled. "Tell him I said to rest and that I'll be there in the morning to meet him at the airport."

"I'll tell him. He's a great soldier, Ma'am. Wish I had more soldiers like him. He's a good man."

Boy, Minnie really wanted to hug Mickey right now. "Yeah," she said with a dreamy smile, thinking of the said mouse, "he sure is. And I'm very grateful."

Minnie hardly slept a wink that night. She paced the floor back and forth planning a welcome home party for Mickey, figuring out what they'd need for a cookout, and being so excited to see him again. How could she sleep? She had also called all their friends, letting them know of the wonderful news. When morning finally came, she quickly got ready, jumped in the car and headed to the airport.

She arrived.

Minnie pulled the car into the parking lot and jumped out so fast she really didn't know how she made it inside the airport as quickly as she did. She ran out to the field, seeing hundreds of other people lined up waiting on their loved ones to come home. Minnie fought her way through the crowd, making her way to the gate.

It was a beautiful day. The sun was shinning but it wasn't really hot. And the breezes was making things much more bearable. Perfect day for the men and women of the armed forces to come home. Minnie waited, excitedly, nearly impatiently, for the plane to return. And she didn't have to wait long. Just after a few minutes, people with binoculars started shouting and pointing, and Minnie looked up in the distance to see an AC-130 approaching the airfield. Cheers erupted from the crowd, including Minnie herself, as people started hugging and shaking hands and crying.

She watched as the plane neared the runway and landed, smoke billowing out from the tires as they touched down. As soon as the giant plane came to a rest and the rear door started to open, people began to cheer.

Soldiers of every race and color stepped off the plane, and instantly started running for the gate. The gate swung open, as people poured out onto the field, meeting their loved ones.

Minnie scanned the group of soldiers for her soldier. And he wasn't hard to spot. Being the shortest of them and having those big round ears, she could spot him in no time. Her heart leapt in her chest the second she saw him walking, then he noticed her, smiling a hug smile as he started running to her.

"Mickey..." She broke into a full run, running as fast as her little legs would carry her, tears of joy running down her cheeks. Her smile matched his as she ran across the field. "Mickey!" she cried in pure joy.

"Minnie!" she heard him call out. He dropped his suitcase in the grass.

When they met, she flung herself into his open arms, wrapping her own around him tightly, feeling his arms tighten around her. He fell onto his back in the grass from the impact of their bodies, both laughing with joy as they held one another, her on top of him.

"Oh, Mickey! You're back... You're home..." Minnie laughed lightly as she cried happy tears, refusing to let go of him. She felt him nuzzling her, and her heart was flying away.

"I'm home," he said softly.

She squeaked as she sniffed, nuzzling her head against his chest. After several more seconds, she pulled away a little and kissed him, long and passionately, pouring all her emotion into that one kiss. After around ten seconds, she pulled away, gasping for breath as her lips pulled apart from his with a smack. They looked at each other, each just savoring that moment of being together again.

"You're home..." she smiled warmly, sniffing.

He lifted a hand to wipe her eyes, caressing her soft, warm, flushed cheeks. "I toldja I would. Ya didn't doubt me, didja?"

She shook her head. "Not for a second. I knew you'd come back, and we'd be together again." She moved a hand to cup his cheek, wiping away the tears on his face. "You're really back." She laughed in glee. "Oh, Mickey!" She kissed him several times across his face, uttering, "I love you" with every couple of kisses, him chuckling beneath her, then pulled away a little, gazing into his eyes. "I've missed you so much. Gosh, you have no idea how much I missed you."

"I missed you too, Min." He squeezed her in his arms. "But now I'm back. With you."

Minnie smiled, another tear of joy streaking down. "Oh, Mickey..." She kissed him once more. "I love you so much." And again. "So much."

"Love you too, kiddo."

After another kiss, Minnie eased off him, taking his hand as she helped him stand. Circling her arms around him, she relished the feel of his strong arms moving around her back. Her front pressed comfortably against his, she gazed up into his eyes, thanking God for brining him home to her. She leaned close again, their lips meeting, one leg raising behind her.

After a moment, Minnie pulled away and pressed her forehead to his, smiling lovingly up at her husband, her hero, her world. "Welcome home, my soldier."

THE END

They could faintly hear the music being played outside as they indulged in the kiss. After a few seconds, they pulled apart.

"It's kinda dark in here. I can't really see."

"Oh, uh, heh. Whoops... Here." He pulled a match out of his pocket and lit the candle, the light illuminating the small cavity they were in.

"Ah. That's better." She blinked, her eyes readjusting to the light. "You don't think anyone can see us in here with the candle lit, do you?" She tilted her head, giving a brief glance around.

He turned his head, balled his fist and pounded against the wall behind him. "Hey, Goofy! Can ya see us in here?"

The dog outside stopped playing the violin he held and glanced down. "Huh?"

"Can you see us?" the female mouse called out.

The dog glanced down, seeing only his large stomach. "What's that? Can't hear you guys in there."

"Can you see us?!" the mice called out, louder this time.

"Nope. A-hyuck! Can't see a thing!" Goofy replied.

Mickey turned to the mouse sitting across the table. "Ha! See. We're totally alone." He tilted his head a bit. "Gotta say, I'm glad I can see again. Now I can see those beautiful eyes a yours."

Minnie blushed. "Oh, Mickey..." She giggled. "Goofy's sweet but..." She gave him a flirty smile. "...I prefer you flattering me."

He chuckled. "Gladja prefer me over the Goof."

She quirked a brow before bursting into a giggle fit. "That's like asking me if I prefer soup over cheese. And you're the cheese!" She moved her hand across the table and placed it atop his. "I'm yours, Mickey. You outta know that by now."

He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Yeah, but... ...sure feels good when ya say it."

She smiled fondly, and leaned across the table to peck his cheek. "Then I'll say it again. I'm yours. Always. Hm. You silly goose." She leaned back in her seat as she looked around. "I gotta say, I never thought I'd be spending Valentine's Day in..." She snickered. "...Goofy's stomach."

"Ha! Yeah, this'll be a heckuva memory. But we're finally alone now. He can't bother us anymore," Mickey said.

"Goofy's a good friend, but..."

Mickey looked at her with a straight face. "He can be a pest at times?" he deadpanned.

Minnie nodded. "Maybe just a teeny bit. I was hoping we could spend the day together, just the two of us." She smiled as she slid her hand across the table to take his. "Alone."

"Yeah. Goofy's a good fella, but I sure am glad we're finally seein' some peace." He tilted his head. "Sorry we're not exactly spendin' the day like ya wanted."

Minnie shrugged. "'S okay. I'm just glad that we're able to enjoy ourselves again. Ya know, before being interrupted."

"So what were ya hopin' we could do today?" Mickey asked.

Minnie leaned back as she lifted her head in thought. "Oh, I don't know... A walk in the park would've been nice. Maybe go dancing. I also thought we could go home later and enjoy a candlelight dinner."

He nodded. "Sounds good t' me! Ya know, uh, heh. Once we get outta Goofy anyway." Both chuckled. Then Mickey grinned. "Say, Min... Nobody can see us in here, and I doubt people could hear us unless we yelled..."

Minnie grinned, catching on to what he had in mind. "And it's just the two of us." She glanced down at the table then back up to him as she rubbed a hand across it. "And this table is plenty big enough..."

He quirked a brow. "Ya sure ya don't wanna wait?"

She smiled slyly and cutely. "Why not? It's kinda kinky doing it in here. We've got time for a quickie."

He tapped his palms on the table. "Welp, if yer alright with it then that's all I need."

She giggled as she leaned across the table. "We just need to get you 'excited'..." She rose from the chair she sat in and took the couple of steps to his left side, then hopped up on the table. "And I know just how to accomplish that..." She laid back, making a sexy pose as she laid on her back in front of him. "Want something sweet to eat, Mickey..." she asked with a sexy smile. Then she sat up, and moved her left leg over to his other side, spreading her legs and giving him a full upskirt view of her underwear.

THUD!

With a surprised squeak, Minnie gripped the table to keep herself from falling off as it suddenly tilted from the force of the impact from underneath. And she knew exactly what it was. Her cheeks flushed as she smiled knowingly. "Well, that certainly didn't take long."

Mickey, calmly placed his elbows on the table. "One: You're already cute enough that I have Minniebetes. And two: When ya just outright act sexy like that whatdaya expect? You're 'boner-rific'!" He glanced down, then back up. "...I think I broke the table..."

That did it. She burst into a giggle fit. After her giggles died down, she leaned closer to him. "That's nothing compared to what we're gonna put it through." She then kicked off her pumps and proceeded to take off her skirt. But she stopped and glanced to him. "Want me to take it off slowly orrrr..."

"We're in Goofy's stomach in a bistro."

"Good point." She pulled her skirt and panties off quickly then turned to him as she spread her legs, placing them at his sides over the table, leaving her bare body exposed to him. She grinned as she tilted her head. "Dessert is ready, sweetie."

Mickey grinned widely. "Man, if I wasn't hard before I sure am now!"

She giggled, flattered and thrilled that he was aroused by her. "So how about you make me hard now, hmm?" she coaxed. "Trust me, it won't take long."

He stood up from his seat and leaned over top of her. His eyes moved down her beautiful body, then rose to meet her eyes. She couldn't help but quiver with anticipation as he looked her over. She already knew this was going to be fun.

He looked at her chest, then back up to her with a quirked brow. "Uhh... How come those weren't visible before. I mean ya've been..." he mentioned, pointing to her suddenly now visible small breasts.

"Topless?" she finished, then giggled. "Yep. All day. Cool thing about being a cartoon; when you don't want something visible, it sorta just hides itself. I can only wear a skirt and these..." She pointed to her nipples and areolas. "...are only visible when I want them to be."

"Like how when Donald and I were supposed to meet you and Daisy at the pier and I was naked, this..." He pointed to his penis. "...wasn't visible."

She nodded. "Yep." Then she giggled. "But you sure are cute in your birthday suit."

He grinned. "Man, it's great bein' a cartoon."

"Hee hee, I'll say!" She chuckled. "Just like how I can't get pregnant unless we both want it. Which means we can do whatever, whenever and wherever we want and enjoy it without worry. I love being a cartoon, tee hee!"

"Gosh, I don't know where to start... Everything just looks so good..." he said as his eyes wandered her body.

She giggled and pointed to her mouth. "Why don'tcha start here?"

"Ah, very good choice." With that, he leaned down and met her lips.

Minnie moaned as she tasted his kiss, and then moaned louder when she felt his tongue slip inside her mouth. Her arms moved across his back as her legs wrapped around his hips. She tried to grind herself against him, but his pelvis wasn't at the right angle. And what she did feel was the annoyance of the fabric of his shorts. She pulled away from his kiss a little, and was already beginning to pant. "Why don't you get those shorts outta the way?"

He grinned a broad grin. "Anythin' fer you, fair maiden."

She let go of him as he pulled back and stood, giving her a better view of the massive tent in the front of his shorts. She wondered how the heck his shorts hadn't ripped by now. She watched with excitement and anticipation as he yanked his shorts and boxers to his feet, then stood, giving her a full view of his ragging boner.

"Oh, my...!" she said with wide eyes, her mouth nearly watering at the sight.

Pop!

He glanced down between her legs, seeing her now erect nub standing to attention.

"See. Toldja it wouldn't take long," she snickered. "Didn't take much either. Just seeing you gave me a lady boner." She lifted her tail and pointed the tip to her body. "So... are you ready for dessert?"

He leaned over top of her once more, placing his hands on either side of her. "Ya know mama always said never have dessert before supper or I'll spoil my appetite." He smirked. "But mama ain't here..." He licked his lips, making her quiver.

She smiled as she pointed her tail to her nipples. "There's 'gumdrops'..." She pointed her tail to her mons. "...a 'muffin'..." She pointed to her clitoris. "...another 'gumdrop'..." She giggled and pointed to her labia. "...and a 'peach'. Take your pick."

Mickey smirked. "Like playing Candyland."

She giggled. "'Cept this is a lot more fun than a board game. And in this 'game' we both win."

He leaned down and planted a kiss right under her chest, at the bottom of her rib cage. Then he looked up to her. "Did I ever tell ya how sweet ya taste?"

She blushed, but smiled warmly. "I'm really glad you think so..."

He leaned down again and kissed her again, this time on her soft, flat stomach. She giggled, it tickling a little, and quivered as he began trailing his kisses downward. In no time, he reached her mound. And as he kissed it, making it tingle, Minnie moaned, her hips shifting upward a little in response. He looked up, grinned, and continued. As he continued to kiss her mound, he placed his hands on her sides and slid them gently up her body until he reached her small breasts. As he cupped them in his hands and gave them a tender squeeze, she moaned again, this time louder, her head rolling back from the increased pleasure. As he moved his hands down her body again, he placed them on her inner thighs where he began to massage them, all the while continuing to kiss her soft, smooth muffin. However, before too much tension could build up within her, he stopped, and moved down just a bit, where her eager and rock hard nub awaited his touch.

"Ahh...!" she gasped as he licked up her button, causing her body to jerk and her to squeak in sheer delight and ecstasy.

As he began to lick around her clit, he teased her. He licked up, tickled the hood with his tongue, then moved back down, rubbing his tongue gently, then roughly, gently then roughly against her swollen nub, all the while making sure to circle his tongue around it. This, of course, was driving Minnie insane. Her hips were jerking near uncontrollably as he played with her "lady boner", and she was panting and gasping for breath while squeaks and moans escaped her lips. But he wasn't done yet. Oh, no. He pulled away and looked up at her, seeing the expression on her face.

Minnie smiled down at him, her lips parted as her chest rose and fell quickly, her body occasionally twitching from the pleasure she had been receiving, and her cheeks were almost as red as her skirt and his shorts. He glanced down between her legs and saw her nub twitch with almost every breath she took, indicating she was already almost ready to explode.

As he stood up, she knew what was coming. She saw his boner and her own boner twitched in response. She would've loved for him to eat her out some more, but they were inside Goofy's stomach after all, thus they were in a hurry. "Please... Hurry up and 'do me'..." she said with a sexy smile. He almost blew his load right there. As he loomed over top of her, he teased her. He rubbed the tip of his cock against her spread pussy lips, moving up from the bottom of her "girly bits" to the hood of her nub, all the while making her moan and quiver. When he reached her nub, her nub twitched as his boner met her own. He moved upward and rubbed his tip against her mound, further teasing her as she moaned again. Then he moved back down to her quivering and eagerly awaiting tight little mousehole.

He pressed his tip against the already partially open orifice and she tried to push her hips forward in an attempt to feel more of him against her, but she couldn't move very much considering she was laying sprawled out on a table.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Do it..." she urged with as sure smile.

"Fast or slow?"

Normally she would've preferred slow, but since they were in a hurry, she opted for fast. Though this wasn't the first time they'd done it quickly, and she knew it wouldn't be the last. "Better do it fast..." He thrust. "Ahh~!" she gasped, and instantly felt his girth fill her tight insides. As he pulled out and thrust again, another squeak escaped her. Knowing they weren't exactly in complete privacy, she bit her lip, trying to keep from making too much noise. She grinned up at him, still biting her lip as he thrust in and out of her. However, due to the teasing he'd done earlier, she was already at the brink. Six thrusts in and she felt the pressure suddenly increase rapidly - the tightening of her inner walls and the sudden tingly feeling in her button and outer and inner lips. "Mickey~! I'm... g-gonna cum already..." Three seconds later, she did. With a surge of pleasure rushing through her body, Minnie began to twitch and jerk, especially her hips, as her orgasm pulsed through her. "Ahh~! I'm c-cumming!" she moaned as her hot cum surged out of her. She clenched her teeth, groaning through them as she tried to keep from screaming in sheer ecstasy. She rode out her climax, his deep thrusts increasing her pleasure as her mind went completely blank from the pleasure overload. Twenty seconds later, her climax subsided, leaving her still-twitching form beneath him.

He stopped, and leaned down to kiss her lips. "Should I keep goin'?"

She chuckled as soft pants escaped her. "...Duh. You still haven't cum yet. It's only fair, ya know..."

He grinned. "Ya asked fer it." He pulled back, his tip almost coming out of her, and she prepared for another awesome filling. She bit her lip once more and readied her body. Then he thrust into her, once again sending a shock wave of insane pleasure through her as let out a groan through clenched teeth. It took several more thrusts, but he reached his own climax, however, not before making Minnie cum once more in the process. Having already had one orgasm, she was now highly sensitive between her legs. And as he filled her again, his cock rubbing against her G-spot, only a few thrusts more and she felt that all too familiar feeling of tension.

Biting her lip, she squealed as her body began to shake as she peaked with pleasure again, her juices surging out of her like a soda bottle with mentos dropped in. As her orgasm came to an end, he reached his climax.

"Nhg! I'm gonna cum, Min..."

"Oohh... Do it..." she panted with a smile. So he did.

With a loud grunt, he came, shooting his load deep into her. "Whooboy!"

"Ahh~!" Minnie gasped as she felt the hot liquid surge into her, which triggered another orgasm for the mouse. "Ooh... Y-Yes!" she squeaked as she came a third time.

As the two love birds rode out their highs together, the music continued to play outside, everybody in the room obvious to the love making going on in the belly of the dog. Once the mice had come down from their high, the two just remained, panting as they shared exhausted smiles. However, neither was out of energy.

"Oohh... That was fun, heh heh..." Minnie giggled softly.

"Sure was. Never thought I'd ever 'do ya' in Goofy's stomach, heh," Mickey chuckled, and leaned down to kiss her forehead.

She leaned up and captured his lips with her own, keeping his locked with hers for a few seconds before letting go. "Neither did I."

"Should we get dressed or ya wanna go another round?" he asked as he pulled out of her.

She smiled a devilish smile. "That was just the first coarse, big boy. It's time for seconds..."

Mickey grinned and stood up a little. "Wanna try a different position?"

Minnie sat up on the table. "Why not. Though I prefer facing you, let's go at it another way..." She gave him a wink as she scooted off the table and bent over it, pressing her front against it. "Ready for round two, sweetie..."

Mickey grinned, then lifted his head a bit. "Hey Goofy! Can ya play somethin' a little faster?"

Outside, they heard the dog reply. "A-hyuck! Shore thing, Mick!" They heard a bit faster tune start playing.

The male mouse looked back down before him. "Ready?"

The female mouse grinned back up at him over he shoulder. "Let 'er rip!"

He placed his hands on her hips and teased her by rubbing the tip of his cock against her quivering cunt.

"Better hurry, Mickey. That song is only a few minutes long."

He chuckled. "Ya won't last a few minutes." He thrust into her again, causing her to squeak in ecstasy as she gripped the table cloth in her hands. He watched with a grin as her tail twitched and wagged wildly from the pleasure she was receiving. A minute into the tune that neither really heard playing from outside, Minnie reached her climax again.

"Ahh...! Mickey... I'm... gonna cum...!" With a loud gasp she came, her juices squirting out of her as his continued thrusts drove her pleasure sensors into overdrive. She gripped the table cloth so tightly she thought she was going to break her fingers. After her orgasm diminished, she relaxed, panting as she laid across the table. She then felt his front pressed against her back as he slid his hands down her arms to the tops of her hands.

"Feel better?" he asked heatedly in her ear, making her quiver with arousal.

She took a few breaths before she spoke. "...Tired... But yes. I feel great."

He stood up as he pulled out of her, then helped her to stand up, wrapping his arms around her tiny waist. "Can ya stand?" he asked with a lighthearted chuckle.

She giggled as she turned around in his arms so she could face him, and slipped her arms around his neck. "My legs feel wobbly, but that's a big 'duh!', hee hee!" She shivered with delight as she felt his fingers trailing up and down her back in a stimulating way. It felt relaxing and erotic at the same time.

"Ready to relax a bit?" he suggested. Then he noticed that all too familiar twinkle in her eye, the one of desire.

"My legs might feel like jelly but that doesn't mean I'm ready to quit." She pushed him down into the chair behind him then crawled onto his lap, straddling him as she pressed her mound against the underside of his cock. "I can go a third round." She giggled as she moved her arms around his neck once more. "You've heard of a three coarse meal, haven't you? Well... it's time for the third course..."

He titled his head back as a chuckle escaped him. "What is it about Valentine's Day that makes ya so horny?"

She smiled slyly as she moved a hand around to his lips where she softly caressed them with her index finger. "Hee hee, silly. It's not Valentine's Day that makes me horny..." She pressed her nose to his, looking him in his eyes. "...it's you." With that she pressed her lips to his, moaning into his mouth as she tasted his delicious kiss. Engulfed in his kiss, she was barely aware of his arms circling her waist. However, her brain went into a haze as she felt him kiss back and his tongue begin its exploration of her mouth. His lips slipped away from hers as he began to kiss downward, reaching her neck where he began to kiss and suck lightly all over her, causing her head to roll back in bliss as she softly moaned his name. She unconsciously began to rub the back of his head, running her fingers through his jet black hair as she couldn't help but giggle from his ticklish kisses. All the while his hands worked their wondrous magic on her body, moving up and down her back, massaging her shoulder blades, trailing down her spine, and rubbing the small of her back, driving her mind into a thick fog of sheer ecstasy and pleasure. Occasionally she'd feel him rub her tail, which would cause it to twitch wildly in response.

He finally pulled back, and gazed up at her. She titled her head forward, meeting his warm gaze with her own. She closed the distance and kissed him deeply.

"I love you, Mickey..." she murmured when they pulled apart for air, resting her forehead against his.

"Love you too, Min..."

Se stroked her fingers through his hair. "Doggie-style is fun, but..." She nuzzled her nose to his. "...I love any position that lets me see you, let's me hold you, and lets you hold me." She swept her lips across his. "Like this one." She pulled apart from him and straightened her back as she shifted her hips forward, pressing her mound more firmly against his cock, relishing the feel of their connected bodies. "You ready for the grand finale, sweetie..."

"Ready when you are, sugar lips."

She giggled at the name, her cheeks flushing at it being a compliment as well, and placed her hands on his shoulders. "Time to go for a ride..." She lifted herself up and moved her pussy over the tip of his rod. She shifted her crotch back and forth, teasing him as well as herself as her lips tickled his tip and vice versa. As she tilted her hips forward, she inhaled sharply as her button rubbed across his tip. She then moved her hips back until she felt his tip touching her partially separated lips and poking her mouse-hole. She smirked as she eased down onto him. "Ooohhh..." she moaned as she felt him fill her again. She felt her inner walls separate and soon felt his tip touching the entrance to her cervix. She paused, just relishing the feeling of him inside her. "Goodness... Is it just me or... or are you getting bigger every time we do this?" she asked with a smile, her breath hitching from the feeling of their joined bodies.

"I think yer imagining it," he replied, moving his hands behind her to rub her soft butt cheeks, unable to resist the urge to give them a gentle squeeze.

"Either way... it feels amazing..." she said. She eased herself up and readied herself. As she thrust herself down onto him she squeaked in delight at the sudden rush of pleasure. She repeated the action again, once again causing herself to tremble with waves of ecstasy. With every thrust down onto him another shock wave of pleasure rippled through her body. To increase her already quickly growing pleasure, he moved one hand over to her tail where he gripped it gently and began to rub up and down the length of it at the base. "Eek~!" she gasped at the sudden pleasure as her back arched, her body freezing on top of him with him fully inside her. "M-Mickey... my t-tail is... v-very sensitive..." she squeaked as he rubbed her tail slowly.

"I know..." he grinned evilly.

"P-please... don't s-stop...!" she panted. Forcing her body to move again, she lifted herself up and thrust down onto him again while he fapped away at the base of her tail, sending her into a pleasure overload. With one more thrust onto him and him stimulating her tail, she felt herself ready to climax already. "Oohh... I'm... g-gonna..." She couldn't finish her sentence before another orgasm exploded through her body. "Ahh~! Cuuum!" she squealed as she spurted her juices onto him. She fell forward, moving her arms around his neck as she clung to him tightly as she came, her hips still moving on their own accord on top of him and her tail flailing about erratically. After twenty seconds of squeaking, moaning, shaking and squirting, her high came to a slow end, leaving the young mouse panting on top of her lover as she sat resting against him. After a little bit, she pulled herself back up and smiled down at him. "...Wow... That was awesome, heh..."

He rubbed her butt as he kissed the center of her chest, and felt her racing heart beat against his lips. As he pulled away, he gripped her tush in his hands and stood up, her instinctively wrapping her legs around his hips. "Tired yet?"

She giggled as she twirled a finger in his hair. "A little. That is of course... unless you have something else in mind..."

"You gave me a grand finale. Now it's time fer me t' give you one..." His eyes twinkled in a familiar way, one that always made her excited and aroused.

"Hot diggity dog!" she giggled.

"Hold on, turtle dove," he advised.

"Way ahead a' ya..." she said, holding onto him tightly.

Holding her up by holding her butt, he positioned her over top of his dick, and she quivered as she felt her lips pressed against him.

"Ya ready?" he asked.

"Bring it on..." she grinned surely. He lifted her up and moved her back down again, at the same time moving his own hips forward to deepen his thrust into her. "M-Mickey...! Y-Yes!" she squeaked. "F-Faster...! Please... Yes... Go f-faster!"

Outside, the dog's ear raised. "Huh? Faster. Sure thin', Minnie!" He started playing a faster song on the violin.

Inside his stomach, the mice continued their rhythm. He moved a little faster, lifting her up and down and thrusting into her. Mickey pressed Minnie's back against one of the stomach walls as he pounded away at her sensitive pussy. Minnie, meanwhile, was already at the brink, and was trying with all her might to hold back her orgasm. At least until Mickey was ready to explode as well.

"Y-Yes, Mickey... Go faster...!" she urged, her back arching as he filled her once again, sending powerful waves of tingly, erotic pleasure all over her body. Her clit and cunny all felt tingly and ready to explode and her body felt tingly all over. Her tail, which she was hardly aware of its actions, was twitching and thrashing about wildly.

Again, the dog heard the request. "Gawrsh... I don't know any Charlie Daniels, but uh... A-hyuck! I can sure give it a try!"

As the music began to play, this time even faster, the mice continued to play their own tune. Mickey began rubbing Minnie's tail like he had before, and that, combined with his quick thrusts, made her lose it. With a loud, ecstasy filled squeak she began to shake, her legs shaking violently around him.

"M-Mickeeeyy~!" she cried as she came, her cum spraying onto him. "Happy... V-Valentine's Daaayy!"

"Ghnn!" he groaned as he came as well, and shot his hot load up inside her. "Happy Valentine's Daayy!"

Minnie felt his seed hit the top of her womb and fill her, and it increased the sensations flowing through her as she clung to him for dear life. Mickey felt her inner walls grip around his dick with every contraction her lower body had.

After their orgasms faded, Mickey eased Minnie down onto the table, which was conveniently right under her, so she only dropped a few inches from the height at which she was. Her legs fell to his sides, dangling limp over the edge of the table as her body relaxed and finished twitching, but she kept her arms around his neck.

"Oh, my... That... Wow, heh. That was amazing, Mickey. You were amazing." She leaned up and pecked his lips, lazily wrapping her legs back around his hips.

He started to stroke his hands up and down her back, helping her to relax. "Don't see yourself shot, doll. You were amazin' too."

"Aww, Mickey..." Minnie cooed, and nuzzled her cheek against his chest. "I love you. Happy Valentine's Day, sweetie."

"Happy Valentine's Day, toots. Love you, too." He kissed the top of her head. "Tired yet, heh?"

She looked up at him. "Yeah. Now I'm actually tired."

He chuckled. "Well, duh, look how many times we went at it."

She giggled, and stroked her fingertips up and down his back with one hand. "Hee hee! Not anymore than we usually do."

By now he was flaccid, and pulled out of her. "So how has today been? I know not the romantic day ya originally planned, but..."

She smiled up at him. "So what? We got to spend the day together, didn't we? And we got to have some fun together. I'd say this was a wonderful Valentine's Day. I'm not complannin'." She pecked his his lips.

"And the day's not over yet. We can still have that candlelight dinner at home," he pointed out.

Her eyes sparkled with excitement. "Ooohhh, sounds wonderful! It's a date then, tee hee!"

"Heh... Guess we better get dressed though..." he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yeah. I guess so. If we were home I'd say we could just go commando the rest of the evening, but we're not exactly in a prime position for that."

Mickey pulled away, her letting him do so, and picked up his underwear and shorts.

Minnie glanced back to the chair behind her and saw her purse hanging from the back. "Ooh! Forgot I brought this..."

Mickey started to put his shorts back on when...

"Mickey?"

He turned to her. "Yeah?"

"Say cheese." He was temporarily blinded by a flash of light, and as his vision cleared, saw her holding a pink camera while wearing a cute, playful smile. "Now I'll always remember this Valentine's Day." She held it up and viewed the picture, then she giggled. "Aww, I got your cute butt!" she giggled playfully.

He blinked, clearing his spotty vision. "Do ya hafta take a picture of me every time we 'do it' somewhere?"

She stuck her tongue out cutely. "Yes. That way I'll always remember that special memory and that wonderful moment we shared." She jumped off the table and moved next to him, then held it out so she knew both of them was in the shot. "Say Valentine's Day 2014!" She snapped the picture then looked at the photo. "Perfect!" She pecked his cheek. "Thanks, Mickey!" She moved back over to the table and stuffed the camera back into her purse. Then she picked up her panties and skirt and put them on. She sat down on the table as she put on her pumps, and saw him sit in the chair as he put on his shoes. Then an idea hit her. "Um... Mickey?"

He looked over at her, seeing her wondering expression.

"How exactly are we gonna get out of here?"

His pupils shrank to near invisible as it dawned on him. "Oh, crud..."

Both mice jumped up and started pounding at the inner walls of the dog outside. "Goofy!"

"Gawrsh, what's up fellers?" the older dog asked.

"Can ya get us out of here?" Mickey called out.

"Please?" Minnie pleaded.

"A-hyuck! 'Course I can get you guys outta there. I just need my handy wrench." He looked around. "Now, uh... Where'd I put that thing..." He pulled off his hat and stuck his hand inside. "Nope. Not it. Hang on, I think I put it back in my hat." He turned it upside down and a tire fell out. He shook it and a snowman fell out.

The mice could hear the noise outside and looked at each other quizzically.

"Goofy, whataya got in that thing?" Mickey asked.

The dog continued to shake his hat. "Every thing but the-" A sink fell out. "Huh. Guess I had my kitchen sink in there too."

The mice facepalmed.

"Ah ha! Here it is!" Goofy pulled out his wrench. "Hold on fellers, I'll have ya out in a jiffy!" He moved the wrench up to his mouth and unscrewed the bolts, allowing him to open his mouth wide. When the mice saw the light they jumped for it, landing safely outside.

"Whew! Thanks, Goofy!" Mickey said.

"Yeah, we were getting worried," Minnie agreed.

"Gawrsh, all ya had to do was ask. So didja enjoy your dinner?"

The mice looked at each other as both blushed and looked away from the dog.

"Uh, ha ha, yeah. We sure did," Mickey said.

"Yeah, it was really wonderful," Minnie agreed.

"So what was all that racket I heard in there? My tummy was bouncin' like I'd swallowed Mexican jumping beans."

"Really?" Minnie said, faking her surprise. "Well, everything seemed fine to us."

"Yeah, heh, musta been somethin' ya ate, Goof," Mickey chuckled.

Then Minnie grabbed Mickey's hand. "Well, Mickey and I are gonna enjoy the rest of our date..." She gave her husband a warm smile.

"Yeah. We'll see ya later, Goofy," Mickey said.

"Bye-bye!."

As the mice started to walk away, Goofy called out.

"Wait! Want me to serenade you while you-"

"No!" the mice quickly said in unison.

Then Mickey looked around and saw Donald and Daisy entering the cafe. "Hey, I'll bet Donald and Daisy would love the company!"

Minnie caught on. "Yeah! I bet they'd love for to play for them as well. How about it, Goofy?"

Goofy grabbed his violin. "A-hyuck! Sure thing, fellers!" He gave a salute. "I'll make sure they don't get bored!"

The mice started backing away slowly.

"Great! Then, uh... We'll... seeyalatergottagobye!" Mickey said quickly as he and Minnie bolted to the door. As they made it outside, they started to chuckle.

"Now we're finally alone," Minnie said.

"Yep. And we can enjoy the rest of the evening."

Minnie giggled. "You know Donald is gonna kill you later, right?"

Mickey shrugged. "Hey, we dealt with Goofy, now it's their turn."

She nodded with a grin. "Can't argue with that."

He then took her hand and bowed. "Shall we, my dear."

"Oh, Mickey..." she cooed, and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. "Yes, we shall."

"Happy Valentine's Day, Mins," Mickey said as they started walking down the sidewalk.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Mickey," Minnie replied, and leaned up to peck his cheek. All in all, it was a pretty good Valentine's Day.

Inside the cafe, Donald and Daisy had just sat down when suddenly...

"Hiya, fellers!"

"Wak! Goofy?!" Donald squawked as he tossed the menu he held into a nearby waiter's head. "What're you doin' here?!"

"That's easy, a-hyuck! I'm here to serenade ya!" Goofy replied, and pulled out his violin.

Donald placed his chin in his palm. "Aw, phooey..."

THE END


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KINGDOM HEARTS: WARRIORS OF LIGHT

He was panting heavily. He was battered, beaten, tired, but undaunted. Various scratches and wounds littered his body. They stood around him, ready to take his heart, such a powerful one at that. His heart was strong, and they knew it. Such a strong heart and will would never yield to the darkness. He had fought for years to keep peace in the worlds. It was his duty as king.

King Mickey stood at odds against the multitude of Shadows around him. They were the weakest of the Heartless, but possibly the most frequent. He'd suddenly found himself surrounded by Shadows and was able to make quick work of them, but more and more spawned, and the more that spawned, the more he used up his energy. But he couldn't give up. He had to keep fighting. The worlds depended on it. His friends was counting on him. Donald and Goofy... His family... Oswald...

And his queen and wife. Minnie...

"Mickey!"

Speak of the little devil.

In a flash of light a small, feminine figure landed in front of him, pulling off two front flips and landing with such style and grace that anybody would be envious of her skill, slaying three Heartless as she nailed the landing perfectly. She was a sight for sore eyes, but what a beautiful sight she was.

Dressed in her own battle gear; a pink T-shirt, a black and silver zipper-vest over top of her shirt, a black scooter skirt with silver snug shorts underneath, black and silver shoes with silver knee-highs, a black belt with two belts hanging around her skirt and her normal red hair bow, she was dressed to kill.

And that was what she'd just done. In her right hand, raised high, was her Keyblade, True Heart. It was silver like her husband's, but had a pink heart around the hilt instead of a gold square like his, and the heart had blue rhinestones embedded in it. The keychain was the same Mickey Icon.

"Don't give up, Mickey! You're not alone. We can do this!" Her sweet, little angelic voice was sweet music to his ears, and her tone was confidant and uplifting to his spirits. She stood as she turned her head around to face him. "Together." The smile she offered set his heart a twirl. "Are you alright?" Her tone changed to concern in an instant as she noted his body.

He gave a wry smile. "'Course I am. Jus' a little tired."

"Can you fight?"

His expression sombered. "I have to."

She faced him fully, placing her hands on his shoulders as she looked up deep into his eyes. "No. You don't. Not this time." She turned to face the Heartless behind her, noting the circle they created around them. "You've always protected me, always been there for me." Her tone was unwavering, confidant, determined. She raised her Keyblade into the air as she gripped the hilt with both hands. "Now it's time for me to protect you!" The tip of her blade began to glow with an intense white light. "Light shield!"

In a flash of light, a force field of light erected itself up around the mice, protecting them from the enemies around them. To say he was surprised was an understatement. He'd never done anything like this. He'd only been teaching and training her for a year and she already had incredible power. He summed it up to her having a strong heart and will, a heart that was pure light with no darkness within. That and she was just naturally talented.

She turned her face to him with a smirk. "Heh. Watch this." She closed her eyes and the field flickered, then it expanded with a sudden blast, slaying Heartless as it exploded around the couple. The Heartless were gone.

Minnie was panting slightly as she turned around to her husband. He was looking at her with shock at the display he'd just witnessed. She was looking at him with relief and happiness. Suddenly, she lunged toward him and he found himself in the warmth and comfort of her embrace.

"I was worried I wouldn't make it in time..." she said, her voice a little shaky.

"Aw, don't worry, kid," he said softly as he returned her hug. He gave her tiny body a gentle squeeze in his arms, already feeling like a million munny just from holding her so close.

She pulled away from him, but not far enough to be out of his arms. "Are you okay?" She glanced up and down his body, examining his frame for injuries.

"Yeah, I'm good," he tried to shrug it off, but his body betrayed him as a sting of pain pulsed through his side, making him wince. Concern flashed across her face as she held him.

"Here, sit down. Take it easy." She helped him to sit as she knelt down and unzipped his shirt to see the damage. She gasped as she saw the numerous scars criss-crossing along his body. "Oh, Mickey..." Her voice betrayed her as her attempts to be strong dissolved upon seeing his beaten body.

"It's just a scratch," he dismissed. "Nothin' t' worry about."

"It's more than just a scratch..." she uttered. She lifted a hand and softly ran her fingers along his scars, it tearing at her heart to see him hurt. She blinked back her tears and began focusing her energy into her magic. Her hands began to glow a faint white as she began to heal his wounds. "Just relax. I'll have you all healed up in a jiffy." She offered a warm, confidant smile, yet her concern still showed through it. "I hate seeing you hurt..." Her voice was low but he still heard.

"I know... But at least we're safe for a bit."

"Those stupid Heartless deserved what I did to them for what they did to you..." Now her voice was sounding a little fierce, as also evident by her expression.

"How'dja find me?" he asked, trying to help her to not focus on the enemy or his injured state so much.

"I sensed you were in trouble," she explained. "Not really sure how to explain it, I just felt you were in trouble." It was true, she did sense he was in danger. Minnie had developed a sort of psychic connection to Mickey while they were dating. Be it just a connection of their hearts or a result of them both using magic or a combination of the two she didn't really know, but she always believed it was the former. It was both a curse and a blessing for her. It bothered her to no end when he'd be out in some other world fighting the darkness and she'd be at home waiting for his return. She'd sense he'd be in danger and it would take Daisy, Clarabelle and Ortensia all to restrain her and keep her at the castle. She knew she didn't know much about magic and certainly didn't have a useful weapon, but still, she thought she could be of some help to him. Just seeing him and knowing he was okay would help her through another day of worrying.

But it was also a blessing, for she knew that as long as she felt that connection, he was alive. It alerted her to when he was in danger, and she'd pray over and over for him to be safe and come home alive. A few times, she sensed he was in trouble at night and she'd attempt to sneak to the Gummi Hanger to fly off to help and/or rescue him. But the Gummi Engineers Chip and Dale were instructed, unbeknownst to the queen, by Ortensia, Daisy and Clarabelle to let them know if Minnie tried to leave the castle. And again, it would take all three of them to restrain the determined young mouse from leaving the castle. And now that she had her own Keyblade and was journeying with him, she thanked the heavens above for her gift.

"How'd ya do that force field?"

She smiled rather sheepishly. "Not... really sure, actually. I just... did it."

"Well, ya sure did a great job with it," he complimented. "I've never done anything like that!"

She smiled, flattered by his words. "You could."

"Naw, I couldn't."

"You're a lot more powerful than me," she said with a shy smile.

"Are you kiddin'? Ya just just blasted two dozen Heartless to Kingdom Come! I couldn't do that."

"Sure ya could! You're more powerful than you think you are."

"How many years have I been trainin' under Yen Sid? I've only been trainin' ya for a year and you can do spells I can't. You're more powerful than ya realize." He chuckled. "'Sides, ya used to be a Princess of Heart, remember?"

She giggled. "Yeah, until I became your wife and Queen of Disney Castle and Disney Town." Her smile faded a bit. "I couldn't be a Princess of Heart now, anyway... My heart's not pure enough..."

"What're ya talkin' about?" he asked, looking up at her. "You heart's the purest there is!"

Queen Minnie smiled a light, fond smile, but she still felt she didn't deserve his words. "That means a lot to me, Mickey, but... my heart isn't pure..."

He sat up straighter to look at her eye to eye, placing a hand on her cheek. "A' course ya have a pure heart. What makes ya think ya don't?"

She looked away, shutting her eyes as she lowered her hands to her lap. "...Because I'm selfish..."

"Huh?"

"I don't know how I even have a Keyblade..."

"What're ya..."

She turned to him, her eyes glassy. "Because I'm selfish!" Her shoulders shook, her hands clenching into fists in her lap. "How can I have any light inside my heart? All those times you were out saving the worlds, I just wanted you home." She sniffed. "...With me." She whimpered. "I didn't care about the worlds, I only cared about you... I was selfish because..." She sniffed. "...because I only wanted you. I only wanted you home with me." She sniffed again. "I just... wanted you home. I just wanted us to be together again."

"We are together." He placed his finger under her chin, lifting her eyes to meet his. "I came home to ya, didn't I? Yer stronger than ya think ya are, kiddo. And yer heart's filled with more light than you know. Why do ya think that Keyblade chose you? I may have loved the adventure of travelin' from world to world, but I couldn't wait to come home to ya, t' tell ya about all my adventures." He moved his hand up to cup her cheek. "If bein' selfish means ya don't have any light in your heart, then I must not have very much in mine either, 'cause all I wanted to do was come home to ya and hold ya."

Minnie sniffed, and wiped a tear from her eye. But it wasn't a tear of pain, but a tear of happiness. His words melting her heart, the ends of her lips curled upward into a shy smile. "R... Really?"

He nodded. "Just knowin' ya where waitin' on me was what kept me goin'. Ya have nothin' to be upset about. Now c'mon, lemme see that cute little smile a' yours." He pulled her close and started tickling her, making her squeak with laughter as joyous giggles erupted from her. After a moment, he stopped tickling her, seeing her smiling again.

"Oh, Mickey..." The young little mouse leaned up and kissed his cheek affectionately. "Thank you." She gazed into his eyes for a second before lifting her hands back up to his torso. "Now let's get you healed up."

King Mickey watched the girl as she concentrated on healing his wounds. He couldn't deny that he was amazed by her quick abilities and powerful magic. Though she was humble and would never admit it, she had a lot of magic prowess inside her.

During his time away a couple of years ago, she had began taking lessons from Yen Sid, his teacher. At first, Yen Sid taught her all the basic spells; Fire, Blizzard, Air, Thunder and Heal. Although she was great at other spells, healing seemed to be a bit of her strong suit. But she could still fire a mean fireball or conjure up a heck of a lightning storm.

Once he returned, she asked him if he could start teaching her magic. He agreed, and her training began the next day. He taught her all the spells he knew and she picked up on them quickly. Before long, both of them were being taught new spells by Yen Sid together, which made the learning process even more enjoyable for the both of them. Then she got her Keyblade, and her magic and other abilities increased ten fold.

She finished healing him, the white glow around her hands diminishing as she lowered them back to her lap. "There. All better."

"Thanks, Min."

She smiled. "You're welcome, Your Majesty."

He rolled his eyes with a grin. "I toldja ya don't hafta call me that."

She giggled. "I know, but like I said before. I like calling you that sometimes." She helped him stand as he zipped up his shirt. Her cheeks pinkened. "Ya know... ya don't... hafta zip up your shirt... Ya look really hot... with it unzipped and open..." She was avoiding looking at him now, her cheeks now as red as his outfit. Even now, he was just too awesome for her mind and body to handle.

He chuckled and rolled his eyes, rubbing the back of his head. "Perhaps we should wait 'til we get back to the hotel."

"Aw, phooey..." she grumbled cutely, making him laugh. "So where to next?"

"We hafta head back to the First District," he explained. "Make sure it's safe."

"Think there's any Heartless there?"

"If it's like this district, probably."

"This time I'm making sure you don't go running off. We're a team, and we'll do this together." She nodded with a confidant smile.

"Yeah," he nodded.

"Welp..." Minnie raised her right hand, True Heart appearing in a flash of light. "Let's go. Time to kick some Heartless butt! Heh heh!"

Mickey blinked. "Man, that's awesome." His own Keyblade appeared in a flash of light.

"Are ya sure ya feel up to it?" she asked, watching him with a concerned eye.

"Are ya kiddin'? I feel like a million munny right now! Whatever ya did worked like a charm." He moved his arms back and forth and cracked his neck. "Let's do it."

She nodded as she smiled. "Together."

With their weapons raised, the mice ran for the doors to the First District, ready to face whatever lay ahead.

To be continued...

