บททั้งหมดของ KITTY: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Louis hissed and sucked in air through clenched teeth, one of her hands slid down his stomach, into the waistband of his jeans, the fingers of the other into the rings of hair at the back of his neck, throwing his head back. The bells on his wrist chimed. Lips pressed against her neck in a rough kiss. Then he felt the sting - the sensations teetered on the edge of pleasure and pain. But she stopped in time, not letting the pain kill the excitement vibrating in every cell, and Lou groaned.For half an evening they played a funny game - they diligently pretended to be unfamiliar. Lou stared enthusiastically at the stage, Kitty didn't seem to notice him. Their maneuvers with glances, with wordless dances around each other inevitably led them to some kind of dark corner behind the stage, fenced off by boxes from the passage. All together: the darkness, the game, the scent of her perfume, the gentle pressure of her fingers made Louis shiver. How he liked her so ... similar, finally, to her

“Fuck-I-I… Fucking bee!” Tom hissed through his teeth. Kit pulled the sting out, but the poison had long since gotten under her skin. It was hot, like someone put out a cigarette on the body.“Fucking Olga Eduardovna…” Kit put forward a counterversion, blowing on the bite and applying a cold wet towel to it. - Brought her ... Does it hurt a lot, honey? - and gently kissed her side by side a couple of times.“I wish I had another tattoo.”“But… mmm… no rheumatism. Bee venom is medicine. You will be the most flexible grandfather in your old age. And it will stand ... wow! A chuckle was already breaking through the sympathy. Tom glanced over his shoulder. Kit's eyes shone, and she bit her lip to keep from laughing.- Laugh already ... what is there, - the guy allowed graciously. What else is left if a bee nipped your ass? Kit laughed.Don't tell Lou! He will pin me down.Having fun with all her heart, she wiped her tears and hugged Tom, who was lying on his stomach, by the shoulders. She

The airport. A soulless metallic voice monotonously announcing flights. Louis stands leaning against the cool barrier. Reflections of people float in the huge stained-glass windows, as thin as ghosts. The guy has headphones in his ears, the new Architects album is in his headphones, so he can’t hear the dispatcher. This is superfluous, he already knows when her plane arrives.The closer this time is, the more restless he becomes - he fumbles with the wiring, winding it around a long tattooed finger, steps with one sneaker on the toe of another, bites his lip. It would have been possible to arrive later, but he could no longer sit at home. So he is closer to her, at least a few miles.He knows when she will appear in the stream of other passengers. He feels it with some special feeling, the very one with which he began to feel her immediately, as he fell in love. It was it that kept him from believing the worst in those days when the maniac held her captive.Here ... now ... now ... th

"Alright, little one, I'm on my way. Happy birthday again.” Louis clapped his brother on the shoulder and sighed.- Where? Tom was surprised.I'll sleep at Jeff's. Kitty is yours today... so be it.- Did you ask her? Tom suddenly got angry. “Is she a thing to pass it like this to each other?”- Of course not! I mean, it's not a thing at all! Damn, I should have silently dumped everything ... I don’t understand why you soared? I would be glad.- That's all you are! He doesn't understand... Kitty, you must live in Manchester! he mimicked so soundly that Lou had to frown to suppress a smile. You never ask what we want.- What are we already arguing about? Kit wondered, hugging both of them by the neck.“We share you ...” Tom muttered reluctantly, averting his eyes."You fools, aren't you tired of it yet?" she jokingly got angry and pressed harder, so that they bumped their foreheads. You don't have to share me. I'm not a cake, I'm enough for everyone. Let's get out of here already, shall

The day Kitty got married, Louis got drunk like a pig. No, he didn't plan anything on purpose. So it happened by itself. Yes, before leaving, on her finger was not only the ring that Erwell returned, but also the one he bought later. And on the other hand is Tom's ring. And she swore by these rings (and the rings of Saturn to boot) that she loved only the two of them and no one else, and would never love anyone again. And no other man will lay a finger on her as long as she loves them (and she loves them forever), and they will live for a long, long time and disgustingly happily. And when everyone dies (on the same day, of course), they will be buried in a triple coffin, touchingly holding hands. The funny thing is, Lou believed it.And all the same, on the day when, in some second-rate registry office, a thousand kilometers away, Kitsune meowed “Yes” and put her beautiful signature on a piece of paper testifying that from now on she is Lekha’s wife, autumn violins sobbed in Lou’s sou