After finishing the autograph session, Louis decided that now he could relax, hide Kit's small hand in his and dump away from everyone. But it was not there. They didn't want to let them go. Especially after he finally took his beloved by the hand. Flashes, microphones under the nose:
Is this your new girlfriend?
- How did you meet?
- How long have you been together?
- What is her name?
“Tell me, does Lou have a tattoo on his penis?” (this is Keith).
She laughed in response, and then said:
Yes, and not alone!
And stuck out her middle finger at the aimed cameras.
Louis admired the compliment and Kit's resourcefulness, quickly and almost politely kicked out stupid questions and whispered in her ear:
- We're running. And they won't leave...
Jeff, the clever one, took the fire, and they quietly crawled back, dived into some passage, turned another and another, crawled under some structures and ended up in a field behind the stage. Technicians, quarreling, slowly dismantled the equipment. Behind the field, a narrow river gleamed in the sun, curving.
- There! Keith decided. They ran across the cut grass. The bells on her ankle tinkled. In general, she now looked like a girl - hippies with her fennels, colorful clothes and the desire to walk barefoot. And only a modern haircut, tight jeans and piercings did not allow to finally believe that she was not straight from some Woodstock.
The shore turned out to be flat, narrow, in fine river sand. And absolutely deserted, fortunately for them. Spreading trees approached directly to the water. They pulled to a halt at the edge and Kit kicked off her shoes and tasted the water. Smiled:
- Warm!
Her chest was heaving after running. Nostrils flared. She licked her lips, scooped up handfuls of water, and splashed it all over Louis. He closed his eyes against the spray flying into his face and listened to his heart beat in his chest.
A terrible timidity suddenly came over him. He felt like a teenager, for the first time alone with the very girl he liked so much. And now what i can do? How to behave? Drops flow down his face, down his chest, and he stands like that tree. He is afraid to breathe, although his breath has stopped from running. Love at a distance, sex on the Internet is one thing. And meeting in public. And all the tenderness is public. Now it's just him and her.
She is so beloved, so desired - at arm's length. She squinted in the sun, eyelash shadows on her cheeks. She tilted her head, blazing with a fire, slightly to one side. Studying. And his knees give way ... As then, under the camera, and now. And he feels awkward and ugly teenager.
She seems to understand this. He takes off his colorful blouse and throws it on the sand. Next is the bra. He slowly unbuttons his jeans. She stands naked, reflected in a leisurely river mirror. So beautiful it makes Lou dizzy. Then he goes into the water, throwing a sly glance over his shoulder. He finally dies and hastily pulls off his clothes. She’s a werewolf, a witch, a mermaid. And if she orders to drown herself now, he will do so, gladly…
She has a tattoo on her shoulder blade - a blue dragonfly, done so naturally that it seems to have just landed here, on the river. Louis is not a good swimmer, but the river is shallow and heated to the very bottom. The whale swims up to him, twinkling mermaid eyes, makes one circle around him, then another, inadvertently touching his tense body. He smiles so that goosebumps even in warm summer water. He shudders, as if from an electrical discharge, from these light touches. Once, on a California beach, he was stung by a jellyfish. It's the same feeling, but it doesn't hurt...
Finally, she freezes in front of him in the water. She slowly brings her face closer so that he can feel her breath on his lips. Louis gently touches her, pulls her to him and kisses her. Slowly, gently. Wet warm lips partly open to meet, respond to caresses. God, he's been waiting for this for a thousand years! The heart breaks loose and goes on some crazy crusade of its own.
He kisses again and again, already greedily, assertively, excitedly. She wraps her arms around his thin body, clings, wet fingers make their way up the neck to the back of the head, caress the strands, coarsely curled from the water, back, angular shoulder blades. A sharp tongue draws a path from the lips, along the chin, down to the neck. Outlines the pattern of the tattoo that was plucked out there. Lou can't help but moan.
And then she pulls him under the water and they don't part their lips until his heart starts to rush out of his chest and the lack of air almost rips his lungs apart. They emerge, inhaling greedily, squeezing each other until it hurts. The world is flooded with summer sun. Over the field the heat trembles. Drops of water glisten like diamonds on strands of wet hair.
“Keith…God, Keith…”
Louis is trembling with passion from head to toe, his fingers must be leaving marks now on her tender body, responding to every touch. Oh, my God, her boobs... you can stroke, you can kiss, biting her sharp nipples, lifting her out of the water. Finally you can! Palms on a round ass ... in the river she is weightless. Damn... This is insanely beautiful! He has been ready for a long time and only prays not to finish immediately, as soon as he is in her.
Her hips sway, cling to his, Keith can feel how much he wants her. Her hand slides down his belly, down to where desire pulses. Lou takes a deep breath. She presses herself against him, throwing her head back, exposing her neck to kisses. Her ankles cross at the small of his back, the bell biting into his skin, spurring him on. There are no clearer hints. He enters her all at once, with one push. She screams softly. Damn, it must hurt... I'm sorry, honey, but it's just impossible to hold back anymore. He kisses her on the ear, apologizing.
Probably, this can only be compared with sex in space ... Weightlessness, warm space, splashing water, moans breaking from her lips. Her every breath, every movement towards her drives him crazy, forcing him to move faster, deeper. The green-eyed demon rules over his body and mind as if it were his own.
She bites his lips until they bleed, her breasts sliding over his chest. The heart is mad, hesitating - to stop or jump out? The world disappeared, dissolved - only two black wells of her pupils remained. Everything concentrated, intertwined, flowed down there, into the lower abdomen, with a hot pulsation, a collapse point that must, must, must explode , or he will simply die.
And the world explodes. Hot bomb in the groin. Colored sparks in my head. Hoarse groans. Louis pushes himself against her, afraid to let go, to miss her... shivering in waves. Legs wobble. It hurts to breathe - the air cuts the lungs. Keith strokes his face, his shoulders. Her eyes are shining. He hesitates to ask if she had time… Damn, it was too good, divinely beautiful…
Lou doesn't want to get out of her, let go... He catches her fingers with his lips. Kisses. They sway for some time in the warm water, relaxing.They and the river are one. He still has the strength to carry her out of the water. And then they exhaustedly slide down onto the sand and lie, embracing each other, lightly stroking each other.
“Kit, you are so beautiful, so crazy, I love you, I adore you” he whispers, looking into her mermaid eyes, in which he has just drowned, choking. The painful tension of all the last months subsides, giving way to tenderness of the same universal scale.
“I love you too*…” she purrs and rubs her cheek against his shoulder. Everyone, now you can die. Breathe this second. Happier to be simply impossible! Even if she's lying now. Lou can't believe so easily that such a creature can truly love him. So what, and let ... It does not matter. She's mine - mine - mine!
*I love you too.
“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 tho
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