Chapter 7
Disclaimer: Only the OCs belong to me. The rest belong to DreamWorks.
Puss in Boots slows the stallion to a stop beside the pier where he and Kitty can board the ship that will take them on their honeymoon. He jumps down from the horse, taking the reins in his paws to lead the horse onto the ship. Kitty remains asleep on the horse's back, and Puss can't blame her. It's almost two in the morning, and they have been up since about six the morning before to get everything ready for their wedding. Puss feels himself dangling on the edge of consciousness and sleep, and he hopes that he can at least board the ship before falling asleep. The horse boards the boat easily enough, much to Puss' delight. He carefully walks the horse over to the holding area before tying the steed's reins around a post to hold him where he can't run off. Next, Puss gently wraps his arms around Kitty and begins to move her down from the horse. Almost instantly, Kitty wraps her arms around Puss' neck in her ongoing slumber, which makes a light laugh escape Puss' lips. Even while she is asleep, Kitty cannot resist pressing her head close to Puss in Boots' warm, furry chest. Puss carefully dismounts from the horse, making sure not to drop his precious Kitty in the process. That would not be a good way to start off their marriage. His boots hit the ground with a light thud and Puss inhales sharply as he feels Kitty begin to stir in his arms. Waking Kitty up is not something he wants to do, particularly when they are both running on about six hours' sleep. If there is one thing Puss knows about his wife's sleep, it's that she is quite snappish and easier to anger when she hasn't slept much in the last few days. Kitty remains asleep in her husband's arms, her breath warming the side of Puss' face as she inhales and exhales in her peaceful slumber. Puss lets out a delighted sigh, happy that he did not wake up Kitty as they are heading towards their cabin on the boat.
"That was a close one," Puss whispers to himself as he pushes the door open with his shoulder.
Puss in Boots gently detaches Kitty from his arms as he lies her down in the bed that is in the boat's cabin. She almost instantly curls her body, which leaves her boots pointed towards Puss' side of the bed and her paws sprawled out, almost as if she is searching for Puss' warmth that has disappeared. Puss smiles at this before moving down to the foot of the bed. The ginger tabby softly puts a paw on Kitty's left boot, working very quietly to remove the brown leather from her paw. Within a few seconds, the boot comes off in Puss in Boots' paw and he quietly places it on the floor near the end of the bed. He then repeats the same process to remove Kitty's right boot before placing it beside the left boot. Puss moves to sit on the end of the bed before holding his own back paws up onto the bed. The male gato soon takes his own boots off, placing them beside Kitty's on the floor carefully where he does not scratch the fine Corinthian leather. Puss then crawls up the bed, making relatively no noise, save for the occasional squeak of one of the springs on the bed. He reaches the top of the bed and lies down on his side, gently pulling Kitty into his arms with a smile on his face. This is the first time he and Kitty would sleep like this, together in one bed. True, they have slept in close proximity to one another before, but that's always been with two beds in the room or two separate blankets around a campfire if they were on the run somewhere. But now, Puss cannot think how he ever survived without Kitty this close to him, being able to feel her breath hitting his face when she exhales. A smile crosses his lips as Kitty snuggles closer to his side, even resting one of her black and white paws against his heart. Puss wraps his arms protectively around Kitty to assuage his fears that something bad would happen to his wife while they are sleeping. One can never know when some guards may show up to apprehend the two feline outlaws.
Kitty wakes up with a scream in the middle of the night. She bolts up in the bed, wrapping the covers tightly around herself before seeing movement off to her left.
"Kitty, mi reina, what's wrong?" Puss asks in concern, half sitting up in the bed while reaching for Kitty's huddled form.
He realizes that she's cocooned herself in the blankets with tears slipping out of her light blue eyes onto her cheeks and the blanket.
"Puss," she gasps, looking over at him to assure herself that he is actually there beside her.
"I'm right here, Kitty. What's wrong, my love?" Puss assures, moving to where he is fully sitting up in the bed and scoots closer to Kitty's trembling form.
Kitty doesn't respond, instead she grips Puss' shoulders with her paws and holds onto him as if her life depends on it. Tears drop from her eyes onto Puss' neck and she can't help but feel slightly embarrassed by her actions. An answer still does not come from her lips as Puss slowly begins to rock himself back and forth in an effort to calm Kitty down and get her to talk to him.
"What's bothering you?" Puss tries again, wanting to find out what he can do to help his lover.
"In my dream, it was awful, Puss. I- I was back at that couple's house where they declawed me, but this time, you were there, too. They, they-," Kitty cries, not being able to finish the details in her dream as they are too horrific for her to recount to Puss.
Puss rubs comforting circles on her back before pressing kisses to her face and head in an effort to comfort Kitty to the best of his ability.
"Shhh, mi amor," he whispers in her ear. "It's okay; I'm right here," Puss assures, wrapping his arms tighter around her, which makes Kitty bury her face in Puss' warm fur, comforted by his presence and smooth voice.
Puss begins to sing a soft Spanish lullaby to Kitty, hoping that she will either forget her nightmare or admit to him what it was about. His perfect Spanish accent comes out in some of the words, and it brings a smile to Kitty's lips. Forget Puss playing the guitar when they are alone like she had fantasized at their wedding; Puss can serenade her just as well without having a musical instrument. Kitty's tears stop once Puss' song comes to a close, much like he had hoped they would.
"Are you better now?" Puss gently asks, tilting Kitty's chin up softly where he can look into her beautiful blue eyes that remind him of the night sky.
"Sí. You always know how to make me feel better, Puss. Gracias, mi rey," Kitty gratefully answers him, smiling a bit at his touch.
"De nada, Kitty. Now, do you want to tell me what happened?" he inquires with a concerned look still etched on his face.
Kitty nods slowly with the last few tears in her eyes exiting her eyes. She takes a deep breath and lets her breath regulate before she begins to tell her nightmare to Puss.
"The people I used to live with saw me sneak off every day in order to be with you. They—They thought that you were corrupting me into an outlaw and that's why I no longer liked to be around them or the hamster. So, one night when you came into the backyard to see me and take me to go look at the stars, they caught you. They stuck you in a cat carrier and took you to the pound. I-… I think they killed you, Puss," Kitty explains to her lover, wrapping her arms around his neck and listening to his heartbeat.
Puss swallows the lump in his throat, not sure why this particular set of people would still haunt Kitty to this day. He presses a kiss to Kitty's head, wanting her to forget this nightmare ever happened.
"I find that highly unlikely. It would be very hard for someone to capture me, especially humans such as the ones who cut off your claws. They are cowards, and if they couldn't see the beauty that you have both inside and out, then they are even denser than Donkey. I will never leave you, Kitty in Boots, not as long as I am still breathing," Puss promises, moving Kitty backwards to where he can look at her face before running his paw over her emerald ring he gave her yesterday at their wedding.
"Promise?" Kitty inquires with a smile.
"Promise. Forever and always," Puss answers his love for life, happy he was able to assuage her fears.
The two gatos now settle down to sleep until the boat reaches the stop that it must make in order to reach their honeymoon location.
Puss and Kitty wake up when the boat reaches the shore. The two feline swordfighters climb out of the bed and slip their boots on their feet and place their swords on their hips, prepared for any adventure or danger that could come their way. Upon grabbing the horse's reins, Puss walks the horse off of the ship, watching as Kitty surveys the area for any danger of guards of any kind. The she-cat comes back with a smile on her face, letting Puss know that she is content with their current surroundings.
"There's no danger for miles. We're good," Kitty assures Puss, pulling herself up on the horse before reaching a paw down for Puss.
Puss takes her paw in his before swinging himself up onto the horse behind her. He wraps his arms around Kitty from behind as she kicks her boots' heels against the horse's side to make it gallop into the distant valley that Puss points towards to give her directions.
"I'm glad we didn't have a welcome party. It probably would have been complete with soldiers, guards, and who knows what else," Puss remarks to Kitty as they ride through the desert towards the honeymoon location Puss has kept a secret for so long.
He's been planning for this to be their honeymoon spot almost as soon as he and Kitty went their separate ways together. It is a very special place, indeed.
"Nothing that Puss and Kitty in Boots can't handle, I'm sure," Kitty smirks back at Puss, liking being able to use her new last name finally.
"Sí. We are the best banditos in all of Spain!" Puss gloats, puffing his chest out on the back of the horse, making Kitty laugh as she continues leading the horse.
"Not just in Spain, Ginger. The whole world should fear the legendary banditos!" Kitty adds in, racing through the desert at high speed as she and Puss laugh.
"Well, I think we need to change these looks on our legal status. We're heroes, not outlaws!" Puss in Boots announces as he stands up on the horse, making Kitty roll her eyes at her husband's antics.
"That's not entirely true, Puss in Boots. Don't lie to yourself," Kitty laughs, turning around to push Puss' hat down over his eyes.
"¿Qué?" Puss asks, not sure why Kitty would say such things. "Whatever do you mean?" he continues, taking a moment to resettle his famous hat on his head properly.
"The two of us can get into quite a bit of trouble and danger if we put our minds to it, Puss. After all, we were the ones who robbed those swindlers in Barcelona," Kitty smirks.
"How could I forget? And then we gave most of it to the orphanages around Spain," Puss remembers, taking pride in his and Kitty's skills.
"So, we can be both heroes and banditos," the tuxedo she-cat replies to her lover as they continue riding through the hot desert.
"Sí. You, me, and any future little diablos that we may have," Puss smiles, quietly slipping in the last part.
"Any future little diablos? And by that, I suppose you mean kittens, Puss?"
"That's what I meant. That is, if you ever want any kittens. I don't want to have any if you don't want any, Kitty."
"Well, look at this. Big, bad, Puss in Boots has a soft spot for kittens," Kitty lightly teases as Puss takes over leading the horse.
"Well, I—Let's talk about this later," Puss softly remarks, his cheeks flushing a soft pink as he looks back at Kitty.
"Whatever you say, Ginger," Kitty laughs, pressing her head against Puss' back as they continue riding horseback through the desert.
The two famous felines reach the secret location about two hours after they have started riding.
"Close your eyes, mi amor," Puss commands as he slips his paws over her eyes.
"Puss, what is this about?" Kitty asks once his orange paws are over her eyes.
"You'll see, Kitty. It's a surprise," Puss smiles as he walks her forward, guiding his true love as he keeps his paws over her eyes where she can't peek.
"You know I'm not a big fan of surprises, Puss," Kitty reminds, trying her hardest to take Puss' paws off of her eyes.
"Yes, I remember, Kitty. Now, be quiet, señora, and stop trying to peek."
Puss in Boots continues to lead Kitty into the building, a smile on his face as he reaches the front room. He slowly begins to remove his paws from Kitty's eyes, noticing that she is no longer trying to escape his grasp or peek at the surprise. Her blue eyes remain closed, much to Puss' surprise; Kitty never has been one to listen to Puss' directions. She's more of an independent woman, a trait that Puss in Boots admires in her. He loves that Kitty takes direction from no male; she is able to come up with her own plans and lead her own life. She is also able to make a living for herself by using her wits and brain, a skill that Puss admires and appreciates in women, particularly in Kitty.
"Open your eyes now, Kitty," Puss whispers into her ear, brushing his whiskers against her face, which makes her purr in contentment.
Blue eyes soon meet green and she presses a quick kiss to Puss' cheek before turning to see where Puss has brought them for their honeymoon. She gasps upon seeing the familiar atmosphere. The innkeeper's desk, the two stories of hotel rooms, and the small fountain are present as soon as Kitty opens her eyes. She recognizes the hotel almost instantly.
"Is this-?" Kitty asks with a slight gasp, turning to look at Puss with a loving smile on her face.
"Sí. It's El Hotel del Toro," Puss answers, a grin on his own face as he realizes he has surprised Kitty in one of the best ways possible.
He has brought out some of the earliest memories of himself that Kitty has, and it makes both of the felines happy.
"This is where we first met! Oh, Ginger, you're so romantic," Kitty beams, resting her head against Puss' chest as she purrs.
"A man does try. Now, come on. Let's go get checked in," Puss smirks, which earns him a light smack on the chest from Kitty.
The orange gato just loves to bring up his romantic skills, much to Kitty's constant amusement and annoyance. It always pleases her to see what new way Puss has come up with to show her how much he loves her, but she doesn't need for him to brag so much about his smooth romance skills as much as her lover does. She takes one of his paws in her own and they walk up towards the innkeeper's desk, their boots hitting the floor in sync with one another, making melodic tapping noises on the cobblestone floor. The innkeeper is not at the desk, which makes Puss ring the small bell that remains on the oak desk every day for the guests' usage. The sharp ding of the bell is quickly followed by fast-paced shoe steps on the floor. The innkeeper, a short, skinny man in his forties appears, his brown eyes housing a slightly timid look in them. Puss doesn't blame the man; the innkeeper probably has only ever heard legends about Puss and Kitty's reputations. No doubt these legends have all said the same thing: the two gatos are notorious bandits, second only to Jack and Jill. But, in Puss and Kitty's opinion, they are the most notorious bandits, not Jack and Jill, for they only murdered their victims; Puss and Kitty fight their enemies and take what gold they can without being caught by the law. On the whole, Puss and Kitty have a much better record of not being caught than do Jack and Jill. Not to brag or anything…..
"What can I help you with on this grand morning?" the innkeeper inquires, using one hand to straighten his curled brown mustache.
"We'd like a room, por favor, señor," Puss smoothly tells the innkeeper, using his charm that he is so famous for and what earned him the nickname the Furry Lover.
"Ah, I see. I'm glad to see you picked our humble little inn. Do you have any specific interests in rooms, or will any do?" the man continues, no longer feeling intimidated by the two felines.
"Well, we would like to stay in Room Seven if that is available, señor," Kitty replies to the man, remembering that room as the one that she first met Puss in.
"I believe it is, señora," the man says with a smile before checking behind him to see if the key is on the hook for Room Seven. "Ah, sí, it is. Room Number Seven it is; please enjoy your stay here at El Hotel del Toro. If you need anything, just give a shout and I'll send someone from the staff up to your room," the innkeeper explains with a cheery smile, glad to still have some business after the recent acts of thievery that have been reported in the area.
"Gracias, señor. Disfrute su día," Puss happily tells the man before scooping Kitty up in his arms and carrying her up the stairs.
"Puss! I can walk myself," Kitty reminds Puss with a slight laugh present in her voice.
"Yes, I know, mi reina. Remember, we are on our honeymoon. It's tradition for the groom to carry his bride to their room, Kitty. So, I am going to carry you up to the room, Kitty in Boots," Puss smiles, reaching the top of the steps in about a minute and a half.
The famed Spanish swordfighter's boots echo on the cobblestone floor as he walks, and Puss is sure that if he was trying to intimidate someone, this would be the way to start. Puss reaches Room Seven at the end of the hallway and presses a kiss to Kitty's head before he tries to open the door. He finds the door locked, so he hands Kitty the key where the love of his life can open the door that leads to their past and very first memories of one another. Kitty soon unlocks it, so Puss kicks the door with the toe of his boot in order to keep it open long enough for himself and Kitty to get through the door. As Puss sits Kitty down on the edge of the bed on the right- the hotel room has two beds for some reason- the door slams shut behind the two gatos and echoes through the quiet hotel. Puss moves his face closer to Kitty's and places one paw behind her head in an effort to align her head with his. Kitty leans forward, knowing that Puss wants to kiss her lips now that they are in the privacy of a closed door. He doesn't really like to show that type of affection around people that he hardly knows; as the ginger tabby puts it, "It's just weird, Kitty. They don't need to see us kiss." Thus, their first kiss ever was behind Puss' hat in the Cat Cantina or the Glitter Box as many cats came to call it. Puss and Kitty's lips meet in the middle, and both cats cannot contain their purring. Kitty moves to where one of her paws is cupping Puss' cheek and she runs her soft paw over his face, making the ginger tabby tom cat purr even more. Puss rubs the back of her head with his paw, moving to where their foreheads are resting on one another as they continue to kiss.
"Puss," Kitty whispers as she gently pulls apart from Puss' lips, which makes Puss open his green eyes almost instantly.
"What is it, Kitty?" Puss asks as he stares at her eyes with love shining in his own.
"I love you," Kitty softly tells him before crashing her lips into his.
Puss smiles at the sudden impact before kissing her as well, allowing Kitty to slip his hat off the top of his head while they continue to kiss. Kitty tosses his hat over to the side of the bed as they deepen the kiss before Kitty pulls apart once more.
"So much," she remarks with a smile as Puss presses a soft kiss to the crown of her head.
"And I love you that much. I hope I've let you know that, Kitty, mi amor," Puss admits before kissing her on the lips once more.
After a few more minutes of kissing, Kitty presses Puss' hat back on his head, pulling it down over his eyes like she does so often. Puss pushes his hat back up to where it should be before grabbing Kitty by the wrist and holding her close to him. Kitty gasps in surprise as Puss pulls her closer to his warm chest.
"Puss, let go!" she tells him with a laugh overcoming her voice.
"Why would I do that? I wasn't through with that kiss yet, señora," Puss smoothly says to his lover, which makes Kitty almost certain how he got the nicknames the Furry Lover and Frisky Two-Times.
He makes her heart melt every time he talks to her like that. Kitty cannot help but snuggle closer to his chest, feeling his body heat warm her as she lays her head against his chest, feeling each inhale and exhale as Puss breathes evenly.
"Well, I was done with that kiss, señor," Kitty smirks, looking up at Puss in triumph. "Besides, I want to go and explore the town that we fell in love in after escaping San Ricardo," she states with a look of triumph and success in her eyes.
She knows that anything she asks, Puss in Boots will agree with her. Such are the perks of being the love of his life as Puss puts it in certain terms.
"Okay, you win, Kitty. Let's go, then," Puss responds with a sigh before he stands up from the bed, his boots hitting the ground with a crack. "I heard the last time we were here that there is a beach not too far from here."
"I would like to visit this beach and walk in the sand with you, mi rey."
"As you wish, mi reina."
The two lovers reach the beach about twenty minutes later and soon they are walking around in the hot sand. Puss holds one of Kitty's paws in his own as they walk along the beach with smiles adorning both of their faces. The sun shines around them, lighting up the sky and casting a golden hue over both Puss and Kitty as they walk paw in paw down the golden sand, talking about anything their hearts desire.
"So, Puss, where do you want to go after our honeymoon, mi amor?" Kitty asks, turning to look Puss in his eyes.
"Anywhere our hearts take us, Kitty," Puss responds, squeezing her paw slightly as he looks back at her. "Is there anywhere you would like to go?" he inquires, wanting to know if there is a particular reason as to why Kitty asked him the question.
"Well, I was hoping we could find a house and settle down somewhere, Puss," Kitty admits in a low tone, not wanting Puss to take her answer the wrong way.
"Ah, I see. Is life on the run getting too old, Kitty?" Puss smirks at her as he jokes, which evades Kitty's detection as she looks down at her boots to avoid Puss' gaze.
"No, that's not what I meant," Kitty says in a defensive tone, not knowing that Puss is joking with her. She doesn't want him to get the wrong impression that she doesn't like their lifestyle. "I would happily live on the run with you if it meant we were safe and could live together happily. Puss, I trust you, and if you think living on the run is our best chance, then I will gladly live on the run with you," she explains to him, wanting him to know just how much she loves him and would live anywhere with him as long as they could be together.
Puss chuckles at her response as he tilts her chin up to where Kitty is no longer staring at her boots.
"I was joking, Kitty," Puss murmurs in her ear, which makes Kitty lightly smack Puss on his chest with the back of her paw.
"¿Qué?" Kitty inquires in slight shock, wondering why Puss would joke about something as important as planning the next stage of their life together.
"To be honest, mi amor, I have wanted to settle down and find us a house as well. But, it seems that everywhere we go we are wanted, for an unsuitable amount of gold, I might add," he smiles at Kitty. "I think we're worth more than a thousand gold pieces together; we're worth at least a thousand by ourselves!" Puss laughs as he picks Kitty up in his arms and spins her around the beach as they continue to near the edge of the ocean.
"Only a thousand apiece? Ginger, we stole the Golden Goose and lived to tell the tale. I'm pretty sure we are worth more than a thousand gold pieces," Kitty laughs from her position in Puss' arms as she continues with his conversation.
"That is true. These idiotas do not know how skilled and smart we really are," Puss smirks, a dangerous look in his green eyes.
"Puss in Boots, whatever you are thinking is probably a bad idea," Kitty tells him in a serious tone before swiping his hat off the top of his head and landing in the sand with it on her own head.
"And how do you know that?" he questions as he walks towards her, which makes Kitty walk backwards towards the ocean.
"You have that mischievous look in your eyes, Puss."
"Oh, I have that look in my eyes, eh?"
"Sí. The look that always gets us into trouble, like the time when we were chased by six guards in Madrid for trying to swipe a duke's coin bag and sword from under his nose," Kitty elaborates, knowing that Puss' mischievous look almost always means trouble.
Puss in Boots smirks at his lover before clicking his tongue against the side of his cheek as he raises her off the ground and into his arms.
"You know me too well, señora," he whispers to her as they continue to press closer to the water's edge.
Kitty's eyes go wide as the ocean becomes ever closer to her and Puss. If she knows her husband well enough, - which she does- Kitty suspects that Puss is going to try and throw her into the ocean as a joke. This is something the she-cat will not stand for. Kitty begins trying to escape from Puss' grasp as he steadily inches closer to the large body of water. She tries to push Puss' paws away where she can drop into the sand, but to no avail. Puss notices her trying to escape, so he wraps his paws tighter around Kitty's body to prevent his lover from leaving. It was, after all, her idea to explore the city they fell in love in.
"Puss, don't you dare," Kitty commands as Puss begins to swing his arms back and forth, making Kitty get closer to the ocean's crystal blue water.
"Or you'll what?" Puss challenges with a smile on his face.
"Or I'll-.." Kitty trails off, not knowing what to threaten Puss in Boots with. "Or I'll—" she starts again before finally thinking of something that will really crush him. "Or I'll make sure that you don't get any leche or dance with me while we're on our honeymoon."
Puss gasps at this, which makes Kitty smirk at him in authority. She knows all the things to say to make Puss do what she wants. Most of the time, anyway.
"Ooh, low blow, Kitty. No dancing or leche for a week?" Puss says in defeat as he gazes up at Kitty's amused face.
"That's right. You need to learn a lesson, Señor Boots," Kitty explains to him.
Puss suddenly starts laughing, much to Kitty's confusion. She stares at Puss with an unsure look on her face, wondering why he is randomly laughing after her statement.
"What's so funny?" she all but demands, looking at him, that look of confusion still etched on her face.
"The joke is on you, Kitty in Boots," Puss laughs, taking that moment to swipe his hat back from Kitty's head.
"What is that supposed to mean, Puss?"
"That I can do this without fear of being punished."
As soon as this sentence leaves his mouth, Puss launches Kitty into the air towards the water. He takes but two seconds to remove her boots from her back paws, not wanting to ruin the brown leather by getting them wet. A laugh escapes the ginger tabby's mouth as Kitty lands in the water with a giant splash. SPLASH! Kitty soon comes up from under the surface of the water, coughing up seawater and shooting Puss an icy look that would send chills up anyone else's spine. If looks could kill, Puss in Boots would be dead where he stands on the shore.
"Puss! How dare you?" Kitty asks, doing her best to swim up onto the shore to retrieve her boots and talk- or maybe smack- some sense into her husband.
"It's all in good fun, Kitty," Puss remarks, unable to contain his laughter as water drips down from the top of Kitty head onto her cheeks and face.
"Be that as it may, did my consequences mean nothing to you?" Kitty remarks, finally moving to where she is no longer completely submerged up to her neck in water.
"Oh, they did. But, I know that I can get by without suffering any."
"And how do you know that?"
"Two reasons," Puss responds, preparing to go into his thought process as to why he finally decided to throw Kitty into the ocean. "The first is very simple: I can live a week without having any leche. Kitty, you didn't realize that one some of our days on the run I haven't even made the slightest comment about leche. I can survive not having leche for just a week," Puss reveals his first reason.
"What's the second reason, Puss?" Kitty asks, acknowledging the fact that yes, Puss has survived more than a week without having any leche during all of that time. Granted, they were in the middle of the desert and were only focused on getting water and food, but still… Puss in Boots and leche are almost as synonymous as the orange cat and his famed boots.
"I'm afraid you won't like this reason, Kitty."
"And why is that, Puss?"
"Well, it involves you, mi reina," Puss says, trying to hide his widening smile.
"Try me, Ginger," Kitty smirks back at him, wanting to know exactly what he means by saying that his knowledge involves her.
"Well, I knew you couldn't withstand going a week without dancing with me," Puss answers his lover as he helps her to her feet.
"Oh, and I suppose you could?" Kitty playfully challenges, moving to where her fir brushes against Puss'.
"I could probably hold out for a week. Does stealing my boots in San Ricardo ring any bells?" Puss in Boots confidently tells his wife. "I spent a week chasing you before I caught up, and then you were the one who initiated our second real dance together," he chuckles while reminiscing in memories from his and Kitty's past together.
All of the sudden, Puss feels the wind rushing through his fur for some unexpected reason. Looking down, the Spanish feline realizes he is now in the air, hovering above the ocean. It takes him all but a few seconds to realize how he ended up like this. Kitty must have thrown him into the air as he was lost in one of the earliest memories he has of her. Puss looks down at his back paws to see if Kitty at least had the sense to remove his boots before throwing him into the ocean. The black Corinthian leather boots have never fared so well against water; Puss in Boots has learned that lesson the hard way. A sigh of relief exits Puss' mouth as he notices Kitty pulling off the last boot off of his orange paws and throwing them into the sand beside her own. He could have a discussion with her about the treatment of his boots later. Right now, the famed outlaw is just glad that his lover did not ruin his prized and famed boots. Puss also realizes that Kitty has taken his hat and thrown it into the sand as well, making a pile of their four boots, two swords, and Puss' hat in the sand. After all, the metal blades would rust in the water, not to mention get stuck on any marine life that may be dwelling below the surface.
SPLASH! Puss lands in the water with a dramatic wave heading for the seashore after he lands in the aqua blue ocean. Kitty laughs from the shore as she imagines how drenched Puss will be once he resurfaces from the water. After all, she tossed him much harder than he had done to her not long ago. The seconds slowly drag on and Puss still has not resurfaced, much to Kitty's alarm. She nervously watches the crystal blue waves, watching for the slightest sign of his shining orange fur that she has come to love so much. A lump forms in her throat as she realizes the severity of the situation she's put Puss in. Kitty doesn't even know it Puss knows how to swim, and it worries her that she may have put her husband in grave danger.
"Hold on, Puss!" Kitty shouts out, flinging herself into the water, not caring that she will be wet once again and have to face her fear of water.
She got Puss into this mess; she is going to get him out of it. Kitty is able to paddle her way to where she saw Puss disappear under the surface of the water before she completely lost sight of him. As she prepares to dive under the water, something wraps around her from behind. Kitty gasps at the unknown touch and turns around to face the suspicious movement.
"Hola, señora."
"Puss!"
The ginger tabby smiles as he wraps his arms around his true love, which earns him both an icy stare and a slap on his chest. This time, Kitty holds nothing back and hits him with all the force she can muster.
"What was that for, Kitty?" Puss asks in an amused tone as he rests his head on Kitty's shoulder.
"You had me so worried, Puss in Boots. You—You—You make me so mad sometimes!" Kitty responds, glaring at him, hoping he has learned never to pull a stunt like that on her again.
"Lo siento, Kitty. I was just trying to have some fun, mi amor," Puss softly whispers in her ear, brushing his whiskers against her face.
"Well, next time, don't have it at my expense," Kitty tells him in her smooth tone before pushing him backwards into the water.
Puss comes up, coughing up water as he does so.
"Now we're even," Kitty smirks, which makes Puss spring through the water to do his best to dunk Kitty under the ocean's slightly cold water.
She would pay for this as long as Puss has anything to say about it.
The two felines play in the ocean for about two hours, splashing one another and dunking their significant other underneath the surface of the water. By the time they get out, both Puss and Kitty in Boots are soaked to the bone and feel the cold water starting to sink into their fur. Puss helps Kitty out of the ocean as a giant wave approaches the shore from behind the two gatos before he picks up her boots and hands them to her. Kitty sits down on a rock in the sand to slip her brown boots back on her back paws before going to do the same with her sword. Kitty slips the belt and sword back on her hip, making sure that the blade has not been damaged or rusted with being this close to the ocean. Puss, by now, has slipped his signature boots back on and has his sword resting against his hip, just to the left of his belt. Last but not least, the ginger tabby places his faded, worn, leather hat on the top of his head, blocking out the sun's shining waves as they hit his head and back of his neck.
"Where to now, Kitty?" Puss asks as he wraps an arm around her back, pulling her close to his side as he notices that the day is slowly starting to turn into mid-evening and will soon fade into the shadows of night.
"Well, I was hoping we could back to the Cat Cantina and dance like we did when we first met," Kitty answers, pressing her body against Puss' side, feeling her fur brushing against his and receiving a bit of warmth from Puss' naturally warm body.
"Whatever you wish, Kitty," Puss tells her with a happy smile. "I told you that you couldn't go a week without dancing with me," he then jokes, which makes Kitty roll her eyes in annoyance.
"You know, you're starting to get very annoying, Ginger," she laughs while matching her steps with his, falling in sync with his movements.
"And yet, you love me anyway," Puss chuckles in that way that makes all the female cats melt upon hearing his laugh.
"Of course I love you, Puss. Who wouldn't?" Kitty smiles. "But, if I see any other girl flirt with you while we are on our honeymoon or any other time, I will not be able to control my actions," she adds in, joking just a bit, but Puss knows that Kitty means that she will keep all of the other girls away from him.
After all, Kitty is very aware of Puss' nickname of Frisky Two Times; she knew of it when they first met to be completely accurate.
When Kitty and Puss arrive at the Cat Cantina, night has just fallen in the city, which lets both felines know the Cantina is sure to be alive with a lot of gatos inside wanting leche or to try and find a date. As far as the feline world is concerned, the Cat Cantina is where all of the actions happens and where all lovers- well almost all lovers- find their significant other. This being said, nearly every town throughout Spain has its own Cat Cantina in order for all of the cool cats can come to hang out and talk about their troubles or pleasures with others of their species. Kitty walks in beside Puss, her paw in his and they get a reaction similar to what they received at El Hotel del Toro earlier today. The crowd of cats and even the band falls silent as Puss and Kitty walk into the Cantina, much to the two gatos' surprise. True, they know their records proceed them and that this was the spot they fell in love, but Puss and Kitty are not used to being stared at like this as soon as they enter a room. At first, no one makes a sound, which weirds both Puss and Kitty out a little bit.
"What's going on, Puss?" Kitty whispers to Puss as she looks around the Cantina as she and Puss look around for either a free barstool or a free table.
"I have no idea," Puss softly answers back, trying not to show any fear on his face. "Stay close to me, Kitty," he adds in, not wanting something bad to happen to her.
As Puss and Kitty move to sit down, the crowd of cats erupts into cheers and applause.
"Viva Puss and Kitty in Boots!" the crowd cheers, clapping in time with the band's music that very much resembles the song Puss and Kitty danced to during their Tuesday night dance fight that Puss is very glad didn't end in death.
"Long live the best thieves in the world!" another cat calls out, which makes Puss take his hat off and bow as a smile crosses his lips.
"They are also the best heroes in the world," a third cat, this one female, adds in, making Kitty step forward with a grin on her face and she takes a small bow.
After the claps die down, a male cat approaches Puss and Kitty, a white she-cat and two young calico kittens by his side. Puss begins to wonder in his mind why a father would ever bring his young kittens to a Cat Cantina. There is never any telling what could happen on nights where the cantina is packed; Puss has witnessed his fair share of bar fights, and they have all been something much too violent for kittens as young as the ones that are present.
"Señor Boots, we would all be honored if you and Kitty would perform the first dance of the night to show everyone what a proper dance looks like," the male cat kindly says, hoisting up the youngest kitten to where she is on his hip.
"I am honored by your offer, señor," Puss humbly tells the other gato before grabbing Kitty's paw in his own and leading her to the dancefloor. "Of course we would love to dance for you all!" he smiles, wanting to take any moment to not only show off his and Kitty's love, but also their incredible dance skills.
The band begins to play the familiar song "Diablo Rojo" as the two lovers take the floor. They start off at a distance from one another, wanting to re-enact their dance fight as much as they can while showing the other cats how to really dance. Kitty curtsies to Puss as he bows at her, and they are soon ready to begin the dance that started it all. Staying true to their dance fight, Kitty starts off by walking in a circle around Puss, stomping her boots on the tile floor, producing quite an echo as she claps her hands in tune to the music. Puss stands still, watching the love of his life with love in his deep green eyes, wanting nothing more than to re-create some of his earliest moments with her. The other cats watch in fascination as Kitty moves her feet as fast as her heart is beating- which is very fast- as she continues to keep beat with the music. Once she makes two full circles around Puss, Kitty steps back and throws her paws in the air, as if challenging Puss for a second time to do better than her. She's still pretty certain if he hadn't pulled out that guitar, she would have won their initial dance fight all those years ago. All the cat spectators clap their paws against the floor, as the custom started many years ago states they must. Puss smiles over at Kitty before starting to glide across the floor, holding his arms in the air as he completes two turns on the cobblestone floor before hopping up onto the nearby barrel to use the wood to his advantage. One thing that can be said about Puss in Boots is that he loves the echo sound his boots make when he stomps them on the ground, at least when he's not trying to sneak by some guards or other thieves. Puss professionally stomps his heels against the barrel before then doing the same with the toe of his boots, producing a wonderful sound as it hits the wood just right every few seconds. He continues tapping his feet before spinning around in three circles and dramatically throwing his arms up into the air, a confident look on his face.
"Huh!" Puss forcefully says as he poses for the crowd and Kitty with a gorgeous smile on his lips.
Kitty claps her hands from her side of the dancefloor before doing a backflip that sends the crowd into hysterics as they realize her true agility and skill. Puss comes closer to her before spinning himself behind and in front of Kitty, a grin still on his face as he continues hitting his boots against the floor to produce a dramatic sound.
"Ha-ha!" he cheers, holding his arms up above his head, where Kitty has enough room if she wants to, to allow her to jump into his outstretched arms.
Kitty takes him up on his offer, a smile on her lips as she jumps off of the ground, landing perfectly in the middle of Puss' arms before he spins her around midair as the spectators gasp and cheer at their skill and passion. Puss then twirls Kitty near his side before releasing her from his grasp and giving her a light shove over to the other side of the dancefloor. Puss and Kitty feel their heartbeats quicken in time with the music and pace of the dance as they both begin to cross their feet as they glide across the floor towards one another as if being pulled by an attraction or magnetic force that brings the two together. Both felines have their paws held level with their ears, making slight hissing noises as they did during their Tuesday Night Dance Fight to add more drama to the dance.
They reach the center of the dance floor at the same time before throwing their arms down to their sides and throwing them backwards as if they are positioning a flowing cape behind their backs. Puss then picks Kitty up in his arms, spinning her close to the bar before the tuxedo she-cat jumps onto the bar top, spinning herself around before blowing a kiss towards Puss. The orange tabby eagerly returns the kiss to Kitty by pressing his paw to his own lips before sending it her way. When Kitty jumps down from the bar about a minute later, the band switches the music to a soft waltz song as Kitty nears Puss' outstretched, strong arms. The two lovers face each other, and without even exchanging a word know exactly what dance they are going to do to this waltz-themed song. Without a word, Puss wraps one arm around Kitty's waist and puts one paw in her free paw before starting to move across the floor with her, feeling as if he is gliding on air. Every three steps they take in one direction leads to a turn which puts them facing a new direction and the process starts all over again. Puss presses Kitty against his chest; their breaths become one as they continue to dance with one another. They inhale at the same time and let their breaths out in sync as their feet match each other's strides perfectly. After the third turn, Puss moves to where both of his paws are cupping Kitty's cheeks as they continue to dance around the stone floor. Blue eyes stare into green and the two lovers feel as if they are the only two in the room; everyone else seems to fade away. To go along with their dance, Kitty roughly shoves Puss' paws backwards, which makes him replace his paws to their original positions, one on her waist and the other clutching Kitty's free paw.
"¡Qué hermosa!" a female cat cheers, a smile on her face as she imagines finding a cat that would dance her around like Puss and Kitty are currently dancing,
True to the she-cat's word, Puss and Kitty continue to put on a truly beautiful dance, their natural chemistry and attraction for one another coming out as their dance becomes more complex and refined. Kitty removes her paw from Puss' shoulder as he removes his from her waist. He then holds her out at an arm's length before taking this same hold and turning it into a delicate twirl. After the twirl is complete, Puss pulls Kitty back in, closer to him than she was throughout the rest of the dance. Their faces nearly touch and Puss begins to step closer to Kitty while still retaining the hold, which forces Kitty to take a few steps back to accommodate for her partner's movements. Kitty soon breaks free from his grasp before circling around him with a slightly smug expression on her face, lightly tapping his back with her tail as she circles around her once more. She holds her paw up in the air, causing Puss to roughly grab it in his paw once again and hold her close to him as waltz partners should be. Once she is back in his arms, Puss dips Kitty before pressing a quick kiss to her lips, not caring about the "Ooohs" coming from that same grey cat that seems to follow Puss and Kitty everywhere. Once she stands back up, Kitty presses her paws against Puss' chest and begins to push him backwards with that signature triumphant look plastered on her face. Puss turns his back to her, making Kitty cling to his back like certain Spanish dances require as he starts to drag one of her booted feet behind them as she holds onto him. Puss quickly takes her back into his arms, catching her paws by the wrists and holding them in front of his face before twirling her twice around the entire dancefloor, making the crowd cheer and whisper words of praise to the dancers without throwing off their timings. When the second twirl is completed, Puss places one paw on Kitty's back while keeping the other one dangling by his side. The two lovers take backward steps together, their strides and movements perfectly matching one another as the dance begins to come to a close. Kitty wraps her paws around Puss' neck before allowing him to dip her once more to end their dance as she stares into his loving green eyes.
"You were outstanding, mi amor," Puss whispers in her ear, his face flushing a slight red as the dances come to an end.
The types of dances that Puss and Kitty do require a lot of planning and turning on both gatos' parts, but Puss has to lead Kitty through the dances, so his face gets red after lifting her in the air after they dance a few times. Kitty looks up at Puss with a smile on her face, feeling a blush appearing on her cheeks as she realizes that everyone is staring at them.
"And you were perfect, Furry Lover. I do admire your dance skills and how you sweep me off my feet both literally and figuratively," Kitty grins, running one paw over Puss' cheek and pulling herself up into a standing position.
"Well, I think it's time for a leche break before we do any more dancing, Kitty. Shall I get us some leche while you find us a table?" Puss charmingly asks his wife, moving with her towards the bar.
"Sí. Gracias, señor. I'll be waiting," Kitty answers, removing her paw from his grasp before heading towards a table.
She tosses one last look over her shoulder to see Puss trying to make his way throw the ever-growing crowd of cats that are starting to surround the bar.
A paw taps Kitty on her shoulder, making her turn around expecting to see Puss standing behind her. Instead, the sight that greets her is an unwelcome one.
"Hey, mi ángel," a random tri-color male cat speaks up from behind her with a dangerous smile on his face.
"I'm sorry; are you talking to me?" Kitty asks in a smooth voice, though her expression clearly shows that she is not in the mood to be hit on by other male cats other than Puss.
Did this gato not see the wedding ring on her finger? He's obviously blind, or stupid, or both.
"Sí. Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven, señorita?" the cat inquires, being so bold as to sit down next to Kitty, moving his paw near her face.
"What?" Kitty all but demands, turning to face the stranger with a harsh look on her face. She all but smacks his paw away from her face; she would never let another male gato lay a paw on her. "What was that?" she tries again after the cat still does not answer.
"Nothing," he all but squeaks out, afraid of what Kitty will do to him if he does not leave.
The male stands up from the chair and as he tries to make his escape, the cat makes one fatal mistake. He bumps into Puss as the ginger tabby returns with leche for himself and Kitty.
"Is there a problem here?" Puss all but growls, feeling himself subconsciously beginning to reach for his sword while still holding the two glasses of leche in his paw.
If anyone tried to hurt or take his Kitty away from him, Puss would fight them right then and there to see what kind of fool would dare to challenge him, the great Puss in Boots.
"No. There's no problem, señor," the tri-color gato nervously stutters, backing away from Puss and Kitty with an alarmed look on his face.
"I didn't think so," Puss tells the unknown male in a dangerous voice. "Now get out of here and don't let me see you near my wife again," Puss continues, moving to sit next to Kitty while still remaining to stare at the audacious gato before him.
"Sí, señor. Lo siento. It won't happen again," the cat responds before turning and running away.
After the flirt is out of earshot, Kitty takes her glass of leche from Puss before talking to him.
"I could have handled him, you know. I didn't need you to come to my rescue, Puss," Kitty tells her husband as she starts to drink her leche.
"I know that," Puss remarks quickly, pausing to take a quick drink of leche from his own glass. "I just didn't want to have to bail my Kitty out of jail for teaching that hombre a lesson about not bothering her," Puss continues, moving to place one of his paws on top of Kitty's tuxedo paw.
"Ginger, you are a shameless flatterer," Kitty laughs, finishing the rest of her leche as Puss starts tracing the designs on her paws with his fingers.
"Sí. I have to show you how much I love you. Even if it means discussing how well you would clobber any male cat other than me who tried to overstep his boundaries," Puss smiles as he downs his last drop of leche. "What do you say we get one last leche to go and we go back to El Hotel del Toro? I thought we could go sightseeing early tomorrow morning," he suggests with a handsome smile Kitty can't seem to get enough of.
"That sounds good to me. Let's go," Kitty responds with a smile, standing up before walking beside Puss towards the bar to get one last glass of leche for their walk back to the hotel.
The two gatos reach El Hotel del Toro not long after they start walking from the Cat Cantina. Everyone else in the hotel appears to be asleep, and it's then that Kitty and Puss realize just how late it is. They spent nearly three hours at the Cat Cantina dancing, hanging out with the other cats, and drinking leche. Being careful not to wake anyone else at the hotel, Puss and Kitty carefully sneak up the stairs, not wanting to disturb the other hotel guests or the workers at this late hour. Upon reaching their hotel room, Puss softly unlocks the door, pushing the door open just wide enough for himself and Kitty to enter the dark room. He then quietly shuts the door, walking over to the bed as he starts to take his hat off. Eventually, both Puss and Kitty reach the bed and both of them sit on the edge of the bed, taking off their boots and gently placing them in a pile near the edge of the bedframe. Next, the two gatos place their belts and swords in the chair across the room where they don't accidentally step on them in the morning. Puss places his hat on the dresser, making sure that the faded leather hat cannot be scratched against anything and wear the leather down any more than it already is. With this accomplished, Puss and Kitty lie down in the bed side by side, pulling each other close. Puss gently pulls Kitty into his strong, muscular arms, holding her close to him as they prepare to drift into sleep for the night.
"Kitty, I still don't like how that hombre tried to hit on you," Puss drowsily whispers as he gets closer to falling asleep.
Kitty laughs from her position inside Puss' warm embrace before she answers her lover with a smile.
"Aw, Puss. Are you jealous?" she questions with a smirk as she turns to face him. "You're the only one for me, mi rey," Kitty assures as Puss starts to answer.
"Well, then I'm glad; you're the only one for me, too, Kitty," Puss smiles as he looks at Kitty's face with love filling his eyes.
He rubs a paw over her face before kissing her lips goodnight, a tradition he plans on doing every night before they go to bed now that they are married. As soon as Puss starts to close his eyes, he feels Kitty shaking his arms. His green eyes open almost instantly to see what's wrong with his lover.
"What's the matter, mi amor?" Puss questions, his eyelids growing heavy as he struggles to keep them open.
"Um, this may sound stupid," Kitty begins, an embarrassed look on her face.
"Nonsense," Puss assures her. "Nothing you ever say is stupid."
"Well, can we sleep with a candle glowing? I usually sleep with one where I don't think that I'm back at that horrible place where they took my claws."
"Of course, Kitty. And that is the farthest thing from stupid."
Puss instantly finds a match and lights the candle beside the bed, which prompts a contented sigh to escape Kitty's lips.
"Gracias, Ginger. Buenas noches," she yawns, resting her head against Puss' chest.
"De nada, Kitty. Buenas noches," he responds, his own eyes starting to close, knowing that Kitty and himself are safe and content for the night.
If the rest of their honeymoon is like today, Puss is certain that it will be quite the memorable and enjoyable week.
Author's Note: So, there was Chapter 7! Now, this author's note is going to be really short because I'm about to leave for school. I'd like to thank you all for your continued support and reviews; they are always great! Special shout-out to Rival Argentica for her amazing reviews and continued support. You're amazing, my friend! Until the next chapter, my dear readers; leave a review with what you thought!
