Kitty Ch. 04

Three weeks have passed. In that time the move had been officially made, the relationship officially solidified, the bizarre funding officially confirmed from Jack, and his life officially remedied. To his wonder and disbelief he awoke every morning living there with Katherine choking down his jism. He would cook for her afterwards and eat the pineapple cubes offered to him. Why not, as they were delicious and certainly healthy. In the three weeks he simultaneously felt a tremendous peace as well as a sort of skittish restlessness. He found he was quite right in his assumptions with her activity, but even more so with company.

Back when he watched her through binoculars and several layers of glass she was a layabout, but nowhere near as much with a lover. Katherine would simply cling to him and rest between vaping and fucking. He prompted a few times to see if she wanted any kind of exterior activity, but she seemed to loathe the prospect and would just get closer.

Spencer contemplated this, as he had much time to do so now. He thought his life may have been saved and possibly even redeemed by this girl... but now he was beginning to think more and more that his presence might be hindering hers. The shoot for the pot mag went off fine, and he was the first to get a copy, thanks to Minerva. Spencer remembered flipping through and feeling staggered at how powerfully alluring the editors and photographers had captured her feline form slinking amongst clusters of marijuana. The eyes seemed enhanced by some filter. But his heart had sunk when reading the brief biography supplied at the side of the centrefold.

"Katherine Elektra comes from a small town in California, spending her free time there tending to the garden in the summer. Usually wearing less than you see here (she told us with a giggle). Ever since moving to Canada she spends her time with her family and friends on her 20 acre property. Aside from enjoying the freedom and nightlife in the nearby humble city, she enjoys hiking and sea-dooing. Katherine holds a cosmetology license and hopes to someday be a professional make-up artist for the film industry."

Bullshit. While reading this, Spencer frowned at every inaccuracy and even felt kind of second-hand embarrassed for whoever wrote this tripe. Where do they come up with this? She had no family, friends, license or active lifestyle to speak of... except him now. The fact that he hadn't changed this for her made him feel quite useless. He had looked at her then over in the kitchen, wearing nothing but one of his long T-shirts and opening the fridge for milk. Innocent... sad... he knew she deserved better.

So, later in this fresh afternoon he finally spoke up with authority. Something he tried not to do since... that night. But it finally called for it. Katherine looked up to him from his lap as he proposed something he hadn't done in years.

"We're going sailing." He said, her chin in his light touch. Her green cat eyes looked between his, acknowledging the order and twinkling. A part of him felt dirty, another excited. "Everything's set up for tomorrow, and we'll be on the ocean bright and early. How's that sound?" The expression before him told him the familiar things he wanted to get past; the acceptance of anything as long as it was directed strongly. But there was also more than a hint of what he was eager to illicit; her fascination with the concept of something new. An adventure.

"Really?" She asked in her adorable light rasp.

"Really." He replied with benign raised brows. A smile spread on her face and she hugged him tight.

"I like you." Spencer laughed at this muffled admission from his stomach and he swelled with excitement and pride. A car rolled past through the puddles and fallen leaves outside. He realized they'd have to get some warmer clothes just in case and thanked his friend again, knowing price wouldn't be an issue. Spencer's face went serious over her head. But what in the world was Jack up to? The money had made it real. He had said something about changing the world... everything changing...

"I like you too Kitty." He said and held her tight. Her face twisted into his torso in appreciation as he stared into thought. Just what was his friend doing? He blinked and looked down at her undoing his belt. He barely had time to chuckle before feeling again her small mouth envelop his member. Spencer closed his eyes and watched the sunlight roll past in time before finally cumming into her hungry throat, her little tongue running in circles orbiting his glans as he did.

- - - - -

"Is that it?"

"That's a lobster boat. We'll be taking something a little nicer to look at."

"Oh. Why are we waiting?"

"Just need to check in with a buddy. He owes me one. That's him now, actually."

"Malone! How are ya boy?" The limping man hollered approaching with a grin. He wore a lopsided black marine cap and flannel shirt puffed out over a modest belly. He gave the immediate weathered presence of a working man. His red face had deep set laugh lines and he shook Spencer's hand with a solid jolt. "Been awhile there." He said with a very fluid dialect, as if there were hardly spaces between words, then he looked to Katherine. "And Lord behold, little miss Anne Bonny 'erself!" He said, looking over her attire and gave a wheezy hearty laugh. Both Spencer and Katherine couldn't help but join him, it was the kind of laugh that was sincere and contagious.

"Good to see you again Leif." Spencer smiled. "This is Ki- er Katherine." He gestured to her who looked up at the man with bright eyes. She wore a striped black and white sailor long sleeved belly shirt, navy neckerchief, black short-shorts, flip-flops and a peaked sea captain's cap. On the way she had insisted on stopping to get an outfit for both of them but Spencer declined wearing the cap.

"Hello." She said.

"Nice to meet ya lass." He shook her small hand. "Ya picked a foine day to take 'er out on the water. Foine day."

"Sure is." Spencer nodded. "We may be staying out for a night. In sight of land to be safe." Leif nodded and led them toward the wharf. Spencer picked up the large cooler and Katherine took the packed bag before following him limp along. The water sloshed against aged wood as they stepped along in the morning sun.

"So she's all loaded for a safe one boy." Leif said in one fast fluid string. The various boats they passed on their left rocked gently as if sleeping. "Got yer jackets, flares, radio, and spare gas all loaded on. She's full now, but just in case y'know."

"Thank you." Spencer said. He looked to Katherine just in front of him on his left and smiled at her fascination with the water, seagulls and boats. Leif was still talking but he was just lost in this moment. Another slowed second of time when she turned up to him and smiled ear to ear. Spencer's chest filled with a swelling happiness and breath.

"... So thas about it me son. Good fer at least one night." Leif finished and turned to them.

"There she is. What do you think?" Spencer asked her.

"It's beautiful!" She exclaimed and bounced. It was a Pinasse twin-berth vessel. Classic varnished wood style gunwale. Pointed at both bow and stern, with navy blue painted hull. There was a retractable shelter over the bulkhead with the helm, similar to convertibles. There was decent platform space on either side of the cabin at each end to stand on. The cabin itself had three small windows on the port and starboard sides. On the starboard side of the stern was the name "Nåde" in italic white cursive.

"Got a good eye she does." Leif smiled, hunched slightly. "Got that beauty from some young pup who doesn't know his arse from his eyes. Needs it taken care of loike. But you be sure to let me know if you're stayin' out now."

"We will Leif, thanks again." They nodded, the mariner left in his limping fashion and then it was time to climb aboard. "Watch your step."

"This is gonna be great!" Katherine said in her light rasp, setting the bag down when safely on. She ran to the helm and ran her hands over it reverently. "What is all this stuff?"

"Well..." Spencer said undoing the rope from the cleat. "Hold your horses and I'll show you."

"Aye-aye!" She said and saluted. He turned his head and smiled over his shoulder. Immediately however she turned to the small double-door opening to the cabin, which she opened and walked in easily. "Wow! So spacy in here! Comfy. There's a stove! Wow!" Spencer walked forward and seen her tiny pale face surrounded by her black mane peek out smiling. "And a little bed."

"Oh dear. Well we'll have to make do." He faked concern. She giggled and came out next to him. "So, first I want you to tell me the basic safety rules of boating."

"Hmm..." She frowned with a finger to her lips. "Uhh. Life jackets."

"We have those yes, not bad."

"Uhhhm. The walkie-talkie thing." Her green cat eyes looked bright and eager.

"Ha. Yes, the VHF radio is extremely important. First you want to tell someone where you're going, when you'll be back, etc. And the location plan."

"Oh. Yeah."

"You want to plan for weather closely, and bring some essentials which Leif stored for us yesterday. Signalling things like flashlight, flare, whistle that kind of thing. Pre-check the boat, which he does regularly."

"Uh-huh." She looked mildly interested at best. He rolled his eyes with a grin.

"And do not, do not operate the boat drunk." He looked quite serious. She looked surprised but happy to agree with his stern tone. "I know we brought a bit to have a little fun, but never sail intoxicated." She saluted again. "Besides..." He lightened up and leaned down to her face as the boat rocked. "Cats would hate to fall in the water." He suddenly tickled her sides and she squealed with laughter.

The fresh air felt good. Reinvigorating. Getting her out of the house... out here... on the water... some place real. Spencer was soon showing her the different sections of the boat as a part in his mind appreciated this. He let her inspect the compass and local map as he fired up the boat and set off slow and steady. It wasn't even eight in the morning.

Soon land was behind them, the waves meeting the bow's topsides and causing an easy rocking motion. Katherine darted through the cabin and out onto the front platform. He seen the peaked cap emerge above it, and then her head turn to him from the front. She laughed freely and then shrieked in delight as water splashed up on her. The sun caused a golden shimmer on the waves and the beads of water in the air around her as she giggled. Spencer's face in this moment observing this was hard to describe. Near dead-pan, but the haze in his eyes was telling enough.

Slowly but surely they sailed onward, with him stoic and attentive at the helm, and her perched on the bow like some wooden mermaid. A carved representation of some siren, or nautical Goddess of briny sailor lore, told in dingy taverns of old filled with smoke, booze, blood and fiddle. She had calmed now staring outward, and he imagined her face in the wind that blew her long bushy hair. His mind conjured her face, tranquil and pale, those heavy lashed green cat eyes gazing into the horizon.

Then he stopped, with land just still in sight behind them. He looked to Katherine turn then and he took another breath. Her expression was even more serene than he imagined. Spencer smiled, but she didn't. It was as if they had changed places. There was something inexpressibly grateful in her silence. With the only sound of light breeze and waves, he could have waited forever with hands at his sides. Then she smiled back.

"This is really nice." Her light voice said softly. He could only nod. Gracefully she moved to the cabin and emerged on the stern platform next to him. Without a pause or word she pulled his collar down and kissed him. On the ocean, in the solitude of the morning sun, Spencer Malone kissed his love Katherine Elektra.

- - - - -

"So let's see here..." Spencer said kneeling by the cooler. He opened it and ripped open one of the ice packs, letting the contents crumble out inside. The empty bag went into a used grocery bag for trash. "Want anything Kitty?"

"Hmm... she said leaning over him, small hand on his shoulder. "Oooh I'll take some cheese. No, a sandwich." He handed her a cold cut sandwich, and closed the lid. She then sat on his lap after he set himself on the seat by the helm. She took a small bite and held it out for him, giggling when he took a monstrous bite and chewed with full cheeks.

"We should have brought my laptop. Some music would be nice." She said thoughtfully, taking another bite and staring out on the water.

"Nng." He grunted, trying to chew. "Nope. None of that today." Spencer managed and looked up to her with one eye. "No computers or cell phones unless there's an emergency. C'mon don't you enjoy the quiet? It's real."

"Hm." She chewed. He slowly grinned and bounced her on his knee until she laughed and got off. He went to his pack and zipped open a pocket. From within he took out something and sat cross-legged on the platform. Katherine watched him curiously as he raised a harmonica to his lips and began to play. It was off at first, but soon he played a lively tune and she sat on the seat, beginning to tap her flip-flop with the beat as she bit the sandwich again. Soon he moved on to something more soulful and she just watched captivated. He ended the song with a loud abrupt finish and bowed as she clapped. "That was-" A gust of wind blew past and her captain's hat lifted and flew off. They watched it go and land a few meters away in the water. "Oh poop." She said, looking flustered.

"Fear not." Spencer said and shot up, kicking of his shoes, shirt, jeans and socks. He made to jump until feeling a pull on his boxers. Katherine was smiling and biting her lip.

"Don't wanna get 'em wet." She said and yanked them down. He chuckled and yelped as he stumbled from the underwear into the water. A great splash slightly rocked the boat and Katherine howled with laughter holding his undergarment as his head emerged from the ocean, blonde hair hanging around his face. He shook his head and spit water from his mouth.

"Woo! Chilly." He said and made for the hat. Katherine watched him with squinted eyes from glee and moved to sit on the edge, legs over water. At the hat he dunked for a second and emerged again with it atop his head. "Where'd it go?" He said and swam back. At the hull she swooped down to get it and put it on. Looking down her nose at him slyly she kicked off a flip-flop.

"Oops..." Her eyes were twinkling as he looked to it and handed it back. "Not yet..." She said, stretching her pale foot out and wriggling her black polished toes. "They're getting lonely." He tossed the sandal up and swam closer, letting the soft blushed sole caress his wet face. He marvelled again at the velvet skin. It moved down his cheek and he let the toe slide in his mouth. "Mmm..." She cooed, eyes sultry and lidded. He sucked slowly, moving to each. "I'm beginning to love this." Katherine breathed. "So warm..." He splashed a bit of sea onto her leg and she gasped, pulling away with a quivering delighted pout.

"Yarr, there be sea monsters about." He snarled and began to climb aboard with hands clenched like claws. She shrieked and moved away as he flopped on deck, soaked and nude.

"I guess it was cold." She giggled. He looked down and back up at her before chuckling.

"Aw c'mon, I swear it's usually much bigger."

"Don't I know it." She said playfully and lay down by his face after pulling out her vaporizer from the pack. They just lay there for a bit, letting Spencer dry in the sun as she puffed out cloud rings. When comfortable he slid on his clothes again.

"What a nice da-"

"Let's play strip poker." She said cutting him off. He looked down to her amused.

"If you had said that one minute ago you'd of won by default."

"Yeah..." She replied slowly, rolling onto her back. Her hand ran gently over her bare stomach near her shorts. "But that'd be no fun... besides in this game we both win anyway." They shared a smile.

Inside the cabin they sat side by side on the right hand side bed. The room was cozy, a nice fit for two lovers. Sunlight filled the room through the six small windows as the boat rocked gently. In the cabin were two cots along each wall with burgundy sheets, a two foot wide walkway between it and a shelf with cupboards to their right for a nightstand. Inside were some of the safety essentials pre-packed. Spencer took a moment to show Katherine the basic idea of the contents, and then they sat down.

"Finally ready Mr. Conscientious?" She teased. He took the captain cap off her head, put it on and began to shuffle the fresh deck. "Can I make us a drink?"

"You help yourself." He said, and watched her butt as she stepped out. The sound of moving ice, tink of glass, liquid, then steps back in. She sat back down and sipped happily. Spencer placed down a nearby coaster for her on the nightstand. After rolling her eyes she set it atop. "So. What'll it be? Ever play Thirty-one?"

"Nope."

"Three cards each" He said shuffling. "You try to get a total of thirty-one, or at least higher than the opponents. Only add the same suit together, aces are eleven, three of a kind is thirty and a half." He dealt three each on the opposite bed. She picked hers up and hid behind them. Spencer set the deck down after flipping one up. An eight of clubs. "You can draw one from the deck or discard pile, then toss one in. Careful though." Her cat eyes emerged over her cards. "If you pick a discard, I may know what suit to avoid throwing out."

"Hmm." She made for the deck.

"Ah." He said lightly grabbing her wrist. Her eyes excitedly went to his good and grey one. "You first have to put something into the kitty." Her face went first elated, then to playfully submissive.

"Oh... why didn't you say so?" Katherine said, her smouldering eyes on his. He grinned.

"It's the name of the pool." Her brows furrowed. "Since we have no pennies, we'll announce an article of clothing to lose. I'll call my new hat."

"Hey! You took that for this didn't you?" Katherine accused with a slap to his arm.

"I plead the fifth. Now call something. Put it in the kitty." Spencer was struggling to keep a straight face. She blinked and looked up him slyly from under those bushy black swept bangs.

"One of these." She said and slid off one of seven thin black bracelets. Spencer blinked. She raised her brows with a smirk.

"Cheeky." He said.

"I'll be a good girl though... both of my flippies." She said and clacked them on the floor. He nodded. They checked their cards. He had three different suits, ace high for eleven. She drew one from the deck and tossed a three of diamonds.

"Also, if you think your hand will win, you can knock. It'll end your turn, but I only have one last draw before the reveal." She watched him take a new card. A ten of spades to match his ace. He discarded a six of hearts, then she knocked immediately. He shot her a look and couldn't help but laugh at the excited cute little pursed expression. He had twenty-one so far, and drew a four of spades. His narrowed eyes fell on hers and he threw out the excess card. They revealed. She had twenty-four in diamonds. "Just one shy." He smiled with tongue in cheek. Katherine's face scrunched in adorable frustration and she kicked off her sandals. "It's your d-"

"Gimme those." She snatched the cards together and he sat back against the wall casually watching her meticulously shuffle a few cards at a time. He could see her face turning red and knew his silence was prodding her. "There!" She announced and dealt three each, but doing so all at once for both. He didn't mention it.

"Got to put something in the kitty." He said, trying to keep his voice level. Her head slowly turned to him with a searing look. His lips trembled.