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           𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟒 The one with kitty and the skirt

    𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐝 and took a shaky step forward. Her hands were shaking, she was glad that her gloves made it somewhat invisible.

"Oh my goodness! Mike!" Her arms instantly flew around his neck and he spun her around. It was like they were having there own moment. Once Mike realized what was happening he quickly stood back into a stiff stance.

This made her frown. She was enjoying. She walked around the room to examine the various objects in the foreign room she now identified was an abandoned garage. Multiple lights were strewn around and records were scattered around.

She sat on one of the make shift beanbags and felt a wave of relief. She felt like she was finally home. She brushed her hand against the soft fur carpet.

"Wait. This isn't real fourrure is it?" Her eyes went wide. She was an active supporter of animal rights and she felt the rush of fear hit her.

He looked confused. She waved  him off. "It is.. What you call.. Fur?" He looked satisfied with her answer. He understood it now.

"No, no" he chuckled, "my darling, this is my carpet. Passed down to me by my grand pappy. He was a person who didn't exactly rejoice when animals got wounded." She nodded. He seemed to understood her, or so she thought.

Together they sat in the silence, listening to tainted love play on the vinyl. She watched the vinyl spun around blasting the soft tune.

She noticed how old the record player was and how the disc often skipped or paused. What she didn't notice however, was Mike admiring her features and soft delicate rosy complexion.

"stop starring." He seemed confused. "Stop staring at me, Mike."

He scoffed and crossed his arms defensively. "Who'd stare at you?"

She knew she couldn't win an argument with the English guy so she decided to try a different strategy. "Is that so?" She cocked a brow and sat down on the floor, taking her knees from her chest.

She pulled her skirt up a little higher. His eyes lingered.

"What are you doing, kitty?" His voice was dark.

"Nothing. Just.. Getting comfortable.." She ran her hands up her legs and she pulled up her knee socks. She hugged her waist with her hands, raising it up.

She used one of her hands to untie her ponytail and let all the honey blond curls flow down to her shoulders.

"Kitty..."

She sent him a questioning smile. And once again she scooted around and made her skirt ride higher. Too high for him to function.

That was it.

He pinned her to the floor. His hand brushing her cheek and him body against her.

He kissed her and pulled in. She gave in and returned.

Then she harshly pulled away. "No more." She waved her finger in front of him.

"Kitten, but why?"

"Because no one wants to stare at me, you andouille."

She grabbed her jacket and blew him a kiss. It was time for her to go.

A/N that was frisky my dudes. <3 Thank you for all the support. Let us pray that it will be worth it. Ouu Jane is a frisky one. Let me know if my bad french is correct. PM me your girl is up for a talk.