“Kitty is a kitten, we have to go…” Louis decided to say, touching her hair with his lips. They had several hours to sack this city, and the time was running out. Kit sighed, lifted her head, muttered something in Russian, and dropped it back. It could be “yes, of course”, “I don’t want to go anywhere” or “go to hell” - his choice. She was, of course, tired because of the night flight and the sex marathon they had arranged. Lou, too, would gladly send everything away and would not get out of this bed for another year. But - it is necessary. It is necessary, it is necessary, it is necessary ... Jeff already called, sarcastically wondering where the devils are.
Lou kissed her again and stroked her back.
“Baby, wake up… You’ll sleep on the bus, okay?”
When Keith, in response to his question, for how many days she flew in, raised her fingers spread out, he squeaked like a youngster at the sight of Justin Bieber:
“Will you go somnoyKit?!
She nodded.
Five days! For five whole days! Lou thought that he would die of happiness still there, on the river, lying on the sand after absolutely crazy sex, listening to her breathing, the chirping of insects in the grass and the splashing of the waves. But it turned out that happiness is a really rubber thing! It kept growing and growing, and did not threaten to burst at all.
It grew as they kissed softly on the shore, washed off the sand, dressed. As we dined in a small cafe, Kit, raising an eyebrow and smiling, watched what he ordered for himself. While we drank each other champagne in her small suite, drunk more from passion than from wine. Happiness grew and grew as they loved each other - slowly, stretching out the pleasure. Louie had gone to great lengths to deliver it to her!
And now her sunny head lies on his shoulder, her nose breathes warmth on his chest, and it's so good, so right ... that his happiness grows somewhere beyond the solar system.
Well, Kit woke up, sat on his hips and runs her finger over the drawings on his stomach. The body shudders and responds instantly.
“Kitsune, what are you doing… we will never get up like this” he catches her hands and presses them to his chest.
- There will be another.
“Already… Keith…”
Mmm, he doesn't want to stop her... He seems to be beginning to understand why some guys prefer older girls. But Keith fidgets on it, seemingly just to take another look at the tattoo of his name. She giggles contentedly, kisses him, and climbs out of bed.
Lou sighs and reaches for the scattered clothes on the floor. Freezes as Keith leisurely dresses. It's as nice as watching her undress. Probably because now it is HIS woman. At least he likes to think so.
She notices his gaze and says:
- Breathe!
Red Demon.
And on the first evening, this demon sits with his legs tucked under him, digs into the tablet and looks out from under his long eyelashes at the guys who, in her presence, are also somehow shy. They have heard enough about this Kitsune to the very “I don’t want to”, and now they are trying to understand what is so wonderful there, and why did their vocalist blew off the tower so much? Louie desperately wants them to like each other, because the group is a family. And Keith... this is Keith.
Lou also wants her to drop her stupid tablet and talk to him. Even better - hug. But she is corresponding with someone, smiling at what she reads, and Lou is terribly infuriated that he does not participate in this in any way. Looks like Kitty isn't going to hang around his neck all five days. It's a pity…
He goes crazy from her proximity. Afraid to seem intrusive, awkward, uninteresting. How is this possible? A couple of hours ago, they did things to each other that, at the mere memory, throws you in a fever. And now I need to gather my courage to hug her, or at least sit closer. Maybe because they are not alone? You have to pretend that he is very interested in the conversation between the two Jeffs. Although…
— Hey Kit :)
— Hey, kid* :)))
- What are you doing?
“Riding on the tour bus with a bunch of pretty guys.
“Mmm… do I know them?” :)
- Hardly ... Too cool.
— Is that how? :O
- Yes. One especially. So tall, covered in tattoos, sad puppy eyes. Staring at me for an hour.
- Probably not just like that ... Maybe he fell in love? Wants to chat with you, but you're too addicted to the Internet.
— :)) Do you think?
- Sure!
Why is he so shy? I could come :)))
- He probably thinks that you are too beautiful for him :( Send him to hell.
— Let him check it ;) Everyone is a bit stiff… Maybe we can play?
— Into what?
- You'll see :)
Kitty puts the clipboard aside, rummages through her backpack, and pulls out a regular deck of cards.
Let's play guys? In "Fool". And that's boring. The rules are simple.
A few minutes later they played the first game with Lou. Cards are cards - everything is high with her. Kit joked predatory - but let's go to the soul? And so I looked ... Louis already got goosebumps on the back. However, his soul already belongs entirely to her, doesn't it? Kitsune immediately left him in the cold. And the first time, and the second. And in the third. Lu started to get nervous. The boys abandoned their studies and surrounded the table.
- Give it to me too! Sam lit up.
A few minutes later, the whole gang, making smart faces and carefully covering their "fans" from their neighbors, enthusiastically cut themselves into this unpretentious, as it seemed at first, game. For fun, we decided to play strip. A bottle of whiskey, glasses and ice immediately materialized on the table. Things got more fun.
Kit was lucky just devilishly - she did not lose even once. She was suspected of cheating. Lou, I must admit, thought so himself, but stood up and argued to the point of hoarseness that this was not true. Kit was indignant and said that they were just flipping cards. At the same time, she smiled extremely insidiously, desperately bluffed and oppressed her rivals. The language barrier has collapsed. Everyone perfectly understood her broken English, and when Kitty lacked words, she climbed into the tablet, into the translator, and solved the problem.
Jeff counted the deck three times. All thirty-six cards were in place. Looks like Keith really just got lucky. She was one of the first to leave the game, and if she remained one on one with the enemy, she butchered “under the walnut” even without trump cards in her hands. Everyone sat half-naked, barefoot, fiercely sparkled at each other with their eyes and laughed to the point of dropping over another loss.
Louis tucked his bare feet up and admired Kit. Excitement and whiskey painted her cheeks, sly eyes sparkled. Nostrils flared wildly. He was almost completely convinced that Kitsune was a real demon, and maybe he should take her to Vegas when she finally lost. She said loudly: “Damn! - and defiantly took off her shoes. Now the boys' eyes are on fire. The prospect of undressing the Sparks girl seemed tangible. Everyone immediately perked up. The next bottle of whiskey was launched.
However, Kit played a few more games without losing again, and said she was tired. Louis was delighted. Firstly, she was tired, which means - to sleep, mmmh, Secondly - it didn’t hurt that she wanted his girlfriend to undress in front of so many men!
Kit, with the most serious look, examined the sleeping places - niches with cozy curtains, and said that it looked like a bee house (referring to honeycombs, I guess). No, to the crypt. And that she would surely die of claustrophobia there. Lou assured her that he would not let her die. And just be afraid, too, will not allow.
He had goosebumps all over his body while Kitty was in the shower. When she came back and lay down beside her, with her cell phone tucked under her pillow, Louis had gone too far in his fantasies. She put her hand on his stomach, buried her cool nose in his neck, and fell asleep! Instantly. Like a child! He sighed sadly, and although the position was uncomfortable for sleeping, he did not change it so as not to wake his beloved. Let him sleep. In the meantime, he will think about some unpleasant and asexual things. About dead rats, for example.
However, in the morning she woke up in such a playful mood that Lou received compensation for all his suffering in full and with a vengeance. And then there was the scene... and her eyes, looking with approval at everything he does. And it was sung as if another pair of lungs had at least appeared. And a pair of wings to boot. And then they walked. We took pictures. Fooled around like little kids. It was wonderful with her, not always easy and understandable, but always wonderful.
Getting to know her was the sweetest thing in the world, and he liked everything, even the things that would have pissed anyone else off. For example, how does she sleep? Like a cat - as it is convenient for her. Often diagonal. He woke up, either stuffed into the very corner of the bed, then completely open, then with her leg across his stomach. But it touched him too. What about sex? She bit sometimes, and painfully. Even the tattoos did not hide the blue imprints of the teeth. But she did it at such moments,so timely, that he couldn't be angry.
She was predatory and affectionate, aggressive and helpless, afraid to fall asleep against the wall, afraid of spiders, but she could rush to cuddle with the largest dog. She was simple as a child, to the point of naivety, and wise to such an extent, as if she had indeed lived for more than one hundred years. It seemed to Louis that there, behind those green wells of eyes, lurked not one soul, but several. Kit was the biggest mystery he had ever met in his life.
And when the airport terminal swallowed her silhouette, Lou felt his heart break into a thousand bloody lumps. It was easier to die than to let her go. The world without Kitsune went out. He lost... and she took his soul with her. Leaving another bauble on his hand, like a notch as a keepsake.
There were six of them, these baubles-notches, on Louis' hand when she said she would leave him. And nine when he decided to get rid of them.After a few wonderful days together on the tour bus, Lou yearned for Kit to death. Lived from call to call, from sms to emoticons in Skype. The rest of the events were a foggy annoying background.As soon as he had free time, he immediately flew to her. Kitsune met him at the airport. Lou almost ate it on the way home in a taxi. The driver looked sideways in the rear-view mirror and grinned. He didn't give a fuck... he inhaled the scent of her body and shook with passion. They barely made it to her door. The shaggy red dog Kitty only barked in surprise and was immediately sent to the kitchen.The sex was fast, greedy, hard. Tenderness will be ... later ... but for now - to drink each other in one gulp, choking ... Kit scratched his back, the stripes from the nails burned. And bit her lip. Louis felt the coppery taste of blood in his mouth. And t
He cuts the lettuce. Drives a knife along the green elastic stems. No thoughts in my head, no sensations inside. Or does it just seem so? He's so drunk that he can't feel his fingertips. They were numb. What the hell is he cutting? Forgot. Probably it should be.Baubles Whale. Dangling on the wrist. One, two, three... Nine. He may not count. Knows exactly. He remembers how she tied - fastened each of them. He remembers every meeting from the first to the last second. There was another one, the tenth ... Instead of a bauble, he received something else. Instead of a commemorative notch - a fat dot. All. End. Finish. Apocalypse.He looks at them and realizes that he intensely hates these harmless trinkets. It's like notes from heaven, pages from the diary of happiness, which are pinned to your chest with hefty nails before they kick you in the ass. So that when you fry in a damn frying pan, you, bitch, do not forget for a second how happy you once were.That's right... gotta get rid of t
"Alive, you fucking bastard?" Fuck-I-I, how did you scare me ... freak ... I hate you!This is the first thing Louis heard after his failed self-drinking attempt. Tommy… beloved younger brother, blinking word after word, trying to be like him in everything… that’s who found him in a pool of his own blood, almost dead… He felt something was wrong in some place, rushed through half the city… managed.“I nearly died when I saw this!” Why Lou? What for?The blue eyes of the little brother, round from experiences, look at him with such reproach ... He sits on the edge of the bed and holds his tied hand. Louis pictured Tom shaking him, tying his belt over his shoulder, covering his wounds with kitchen towels, dialing the ambulance with his blood-slick fingers, and he felt excruciatingly ashamed.“I… don’t know… I’m sorry, Tommy… I didn’t mean it, really… it just kind of happened… by accident…”His tongue barely moves in his parched mouth.- How are you? Do you want something?"Drinking... I
Now Louis had plenty of time to think and remember. He, in fact, only did what he thought and remembered. Probably, this was facilitated by the drugs that he was injected with. He became very balanced, calm, somehow airy inside. Empty and light.He was no longer tied. They didn't put me in a psychiatric hospital. He said he would run away no matter what the cost. Then he was simply transferred to the department of neurosis, or whatever it was ... in the same hospital - and thanks for that. The cuts slowly healed and scarred.Louis wanted to go home. But it hasn't worked out yet. First, the dumbfounded parents insisted that he be treated. Pfft... from what? There is no cure for love ... Except perhaps with a lobotomy. To become a vegetable with arbitrary drooling is beauty ... Secondly, in this section of the bars on the windows and by the orderlies on duty, you will slip through the dick. Mini mental hospital...Tom... that little bastard... talked to Kit, knew her phone number, and d
How retarded he is, Lou realizes only when he starts to dress. Fingers barely obey. Damn medicine, soon it will completely knock him out ... And before that, a concert at the request of Mr. Simmons, who sings in the voice of Sailor Moon, will have to be listened to ... Colored glare is already creeping along the walls. Keith has to help him, button up his jeans, tie his shoelaces. It seemed to him that he almost strangled his beloved in his arms. In fact, it barely moves. It took him a lot of strength to fight - he cursed, spat and writhed like a snake, preventing his sister from injecting him with medicine. Then the nurse just lay down on him.Seeing him naked, Kitty cries again and says that if it weren't for the tattoos, he would just be transparent."Don't cry baby, everything will be fine..."Louis has to lean on her shoulder to steady himself on his feet. There is a noise coming from the corridor, definitely, something is already happening there. Keith opens the door, looks out
- Hello how are you?“Hi, it’s okay… right now, wait a second… Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu… don’t cry baby…”- What are you?— I blow.- What?- Not what, but where. I blow on Keith's finger.- Fuck, what happened?“The Walabi bit her… I told you not to go near him…”- Bitten by a walabee?!Tom, can't you hear me? Yes, walab. Such a small kangaroo. There are plenty of them.- Crying?No, he's already laughing...- Are you in the hospital?— No, we’ve poured some whiskey for now… Let’s go now.- Well, all right, blow on her finger from me too.- Yeah. OK Bye…Tom threw his cell phone on the bed and smiled. He rubbed his forehead. A leisurely autumn rain rustled outside the window, it was twilight and cool in the room. Kit stood before my eyes, with her bitten finger uplifted and her eyebrows raised in surprise. And paths of tears on the cheeks. Laughing. She does not know how to lose heart for a long time.The only time Tom saw her really upset and depressed was at the airpo
Kitty stands with her bright head thrown back, her eyes wide open and her lips parted. Above it, a huge shark soars slowly in the blue abyss. Real monster! The whale looks at the shark. Lou looks at Keith. I still can't believe she's really back with him. Adoration to stale breath and the fear of losing her again ... He happily indulges all her whims. However, she has few of them. She is gentle with him - just milk and honey, not a girl. I don't believe it.Lou moves closer, wraps his arms around her waist, rests his chin on her shoulder. Touches the lips of the neck. She giggles, shrugging her shoulders.- Tickle..."It's ticklish," he corrects automatically. - Like?- It's ticklish. Yeah... Delight... Just look how beautiful she is...- You are beautiful...“Liar,” she smiles, pressing closer to him. Their fingers intertwine. Visitors to the Sydney Aquarium leisurely flow around them, busy contemplating marine predators.- Not at all! Let's ask that Japanese with a camera over there
“Son, dad and I wanted to talk to you.Despite his even, even affectionate tone, Louis knew that this conversation did not bode well for him. The fork of stewed mushrooms hung halfway to her mouth. Mom cooks delicious, yes ...“Ma, maybe we won’t?” I'll just promise not to kill myself again, and you promise not to put me in hospitals where you think they treat me?— Is it that simple?“No, not just… but I don't know what else to say.Lou sighed. He guessed that a visit to the family nest would not do without a good soul-saving conversation, and certainly - at dinner. God, he's twenty-six, but now he feels like a sixteen-year-old screwed up teenager. He looked at his brother, seeking support, but Tom prudently kept quiet, busy eating. However, he already took all the first fire while he and Kitty flew to Australia, and it was simply impudent to demand more. Looked at my father. John Sparks looked serene. It’s clear that ma is the soloist today, and pa is in the wings when it is necessa
Kitty. The tip of the tongue pushes into the incisors twice, giving birth to the rhythm of her name. Like one of her bells jingling.Kitty. A drop of Metaxa on the lips. Two steps up the stairs to heaven.Ki-i-itti... It's like you're beckoning a wayward cat. Will he give a stroke or scratch his hands?Kitty. A syllable for each of her men. Two steps up the stairs to hell.Whale. One. The only one.Hank is drunk. Not too much, only to a pleasant dizziness, when the fingertips and the skin on the cheekbones become slightly numb, and the surrounding sounds become muffled. Yes, he drinks alone, so what? It cannot be called loneliness. She is here, with him, inside him, like the strongest alcohol, only this hop will not disappear with the dawn.Hank pushes the empty glass away with two fingers and reaches for the phone again. He doesn't let go of it anyway. The glass smells of roses. It smells of their first night, in which there was no one but the two of them, an empty park and a huge st
Her breathing and heartbeat stopped twice. Once while waiting for the ambulance. The second is on the way to St. Thomas Hospital. For the first time, Inspector Donovan had led her indefatigable, incomprehensible, bottomless heart. The second is a defibrillator.Of course she called him. Of course, she didn't wait...because she couldn't. They took Maniac. Miracle or divine providence, but with one blow of her almost toy knife she managed to blind him. Blind, he didn't get far. The kid the psycho used as bait wasn't physically hurt. Released from the ropes, he, sobbing like a child, pushed the policemen aside and held her head in his lap until the ambulance arrived.At the hospital, she underwent emergency surgery and received half a bucket of blood. The doctor said that the condition is stable, but life in general is not in danger.Tom flew along the night track at such a speed that he lost control and flew over the fence. The car is trash. He escaped with a broken ankle. The case was
The new taxi driver did not remain silent, but asked again - is the miss sure that she needs to go there? Kit irritatedly repeated that she was sure, and promised double the payment if they got there as quickly as possible. The Indian, swarthy as milk chocolate, beamed and said that the Fast and the Furious would seem like turtle races to her - with such speed he would drive Miss to her destination. Kit didn't listen to him. Her heart clenched in pain and horror. Harry got her... Even from prison, from solitary confinement, he could reach out to hurt her.Tapi… the baby's face came into view. He smiled and held out his plump hands to her. What will happen to him if she dies? Volume? Louis? What will happen to them all?But does she have a choice? She can't, she has no right to risk Hank's life... Because of her, only her fault, he got into trouble... She won't forgive herself if the Imitator kills this pure, innocent boy just starting to live. She can't live with it.“Here, miss. Ever
Kit tapped the end of the phone on the table, opened the case, closed it. She sighed. Strong coffee was cold in a tiny cup. She finished it in one gulp and beckoned the waiter to order more. Hank, who asked for a date, was running late. It didn't look like him. She agreed, reluctantly… After his antics with graffiti, the situation at home was like a minefield. Both pout. Both pretend not to pout. Both of them demonstrate in every possible way what magnificent husbands and even more magnificent fathers they are, in order to let her fully experience in this contrast what a cruel, heartless and immoral pig she is. Both secretly rummage through her phone, tablet and laptop. Both lay out in bed so that sometimes she crawls into the bathroom on wobbly legs - for five minutes to freshen up, and locks herself there for an hour to rest. She already hurts to sit.They did not hear any other answer to their question that evening. Lou grunted, "Do what you want with whom you want, but not in our
Tapi, say - Raivo. Well, repeat the same - Paradise, - Keith persuades his son.— Ay-oh! - the redhead chirps cheerfully and again tries to grab the smoky bobtailed ball on plump paws. And he is trying to grab a human cub, diligently opening his small, but already quite toothy mouth. The son laughs. The puppy growls, thinly, funny. Both are equally funny, clumsy. Louis watches this with a smile. She and Tom did not dare, but some damn mysterious HD did not hesitate, took and gave her a puppy. And she seems to be quite happy. Fuck! To the question - what kind of HD, allowing herself such almost intimate gestures, she waved it off - but, there is only one fan. Rrr. It seems that to feel with this woman something one thing, positive, for example: happiness, peace, peace, is absolutely unrealistic. There will definitely be a dark side, a fly in the ointment, a worm of doubt, a soul-rending minor note in a seemingly major melody.“There’s some moron under our windows drawing a heart on the
“The bullet is the last solid argument in our argument with you, in our argument with you, in our argument with you,” Keith repeated the chorus line and listened as the melody reached its highest point, to the climax, and then stopped. Phew... She's squeezed like a lemon. Exhausted and happy. She smiled and thanked the audience. I caught a plush animal thrown by someone on the stage. I put on my shoes. James was already waiting for her like a bayonet, escorted her to the dressing room and froze outside like a rock. The guys quietly hated him, unfairly believing that he was reporting to the Sparks about Kit's every move. Only with Lekha did he develop a warm, almost friendly relationship. Equally large, massive, they looked at this world and one small woman from one point of view accessible to them.Kit armed herself with a cotton pad and makeup remover. Let the boys hang out if they want, but she is tired like a dog. Erase this mask from your face and go to the hotel, bye.“Miss Keith
Hank took a deep breath. Turned over to the side. On the stomach. Again on the side. Opened, it seemed that it was too hot. The clock at the head of the room lit up part of the room with a ghostly light, showing 2:13 am on the clock face. There was no sleep at all. Pulling the pillow from under his head, he pressed it to his stomach, wrapping it around his knees. At least some illusion of a red-haired witch is nearby ... He had never fallen in love so quickly and painfully.Once he got on the Internet, he surfed for hours on end, looking at her photos, listening to her music, and reading articles, interviews, and gossip of all kinds. In the photo, she often appeared with one of her boyfriends, or even with both at once ... Jealousy was driven into her heart like a painful nail at the sight of their happy faces and remained there, burning. The brothers adored her, and it was impossible to hide it - the camera does not know how to lie. At one time they did not advertise their relationsh
Hank woke up completely numb. The water was chilly before dawn. The sky was already brightening in the east. Only his stomach and chest were warm, against which the Kitsune curled up under his windbreaker was pressed. Didn't dream. She and all this wonderful night he did not dream.Smiling, he pulled his numb hand out from under his red head as carefully as possible, gently stroked her hair, and got up to stretch his body, stiff from an uncomfortable overnight stay. We slept for three or four hours, probably ... I want to drink to death. Kitty sighed, curled up tighter like a cat, but didn't wake up. It's probably freezing... I wonder what time it is? His phone died at night. When will the damn gates open? A couple of cups of strong hot tea and a good English breakfast are a must for them. It is necessary to wake her up ... I wonder what awaits him after waking up? Will she smile? Get up and walk away with a stone face? It's kinda scary...Squatting down in front of her face, he strok
“Turn away,” she demands sharply, and Hank obediently turns away while she dresses. You could just watch ... and not only ... and suddenly - how you cut it off. Lowering his head, he picks up his clothes scattered on the grass and makes an attempt to pull his tight jeans over his wet body. It turns out badly ... His hands tremble, his knees give way. And not at all because spring in London is not Thailand for you. Oh, what was it? And now what? What's next?Once dressed, Hank turns around, unsure where to look. In the eyes? Perhaps best in the eyes. In the bottomless, with predatory sparks ... almost inhuman. They just had something like that ... and now? A cloud that has run into the moon hides Kitsune's face in a dense shadow, not allowing him to make out his expression. Blood rushes to his cheeks and a new wave of shivers wash over Hank from head to toe. He lowers his gaze, staring at her bare feet.“You are so beautiful…” he says softly, unable to think of anything better. - I…“S