shall we pray ?

“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.