Chapter 29:
"Guess what I go-ot!" Katrina singsonged as she skipped drunkenly down to Vincent's workshop.
He turned to look at her as she stumbled in, raising his eyebrow at her state. She grinned and hiccoughed, swaying as she turned around and pulled up her shirt.
"Lookie-lookie," Katrina told him, pointing toward her lower back.
Vincent wiped his hands on a towel and obeyed. His eye widened and he stared at her with an awed look. "Kitty . . ."
"I love you, babe," she cooed, running her hands up his arms. "I'm yours always now. You better take good care of me."
Feeling overwhelmed by her drunken displays of affection, Vincent simply gathered her up in his arms and held her tightly until she relaxed and melded into him. They stood there for several long minutes, holding each other silently.
"What did you do tonight?" Vincent asked, unable to keep the tone of jealousy from his voice.
Katrina smiled and cupped her hand around the good side of his face. "My love, my wonderful Vincent, I got drunk and put your name permanently on my body. In big letters, too. You still jealous of your own brother?"
He glanced away from her, embarrassed. "I love you . . ." he said uncertainly.
She responded by leaning forward and kissing his throat, her cold, slender fingertips caressed his bare wrist under his sweater. "I love you too, Vincent."
Her hands reached slowly underneath his shirt, running up his chest lightly. Vincent moaned a little as she kissed his throat again, trailing butterfly kisses down his neck to his collarbone. He gasped as her fingers found the button of his pants and deftly removed them. Katrina dropped to her knees in front of him and smiled as she used her mouth and hands to show him just how much she loved him.
When it was over, Vincent lay back on his bed, his knees feeling weak. "My God, Kitty. I love you."
She blew a kiss over at him from her perch on the workbench and watched as he fell asleep looking at her. Katrina blew out most of the candles in the workshop and slid into the bed next to him, spooning his body with her own.
The next morning, the two made love before going to the house for breakfast. Bo was nowhere to be seen, so Katrina left a plate of eggs, toast, and sausage in the oven for him. Vincent watched her close the oven door, twinges of jealousy marring the happiness he felt over her making him breakfast. She smiled at him from underneath curly locks of hair and went to sit on his lap.
"What will you do today?" she whispered, tucking a stray lock of hair behind his ear.
A surge of happiness flooded over him and he pulled her closer. Katrina snuggled up to his chest and laid her head on his neck, burying her face in his hair.
"I need to put those two Bo brought up in the House of Wax, and then I want to spend the rest of the day with you."
She smiled and gave him a kiss. They heard a truck drive up in front of the house, and Bo walked in moments later.
"There's food in the oven," Katrina said as she played with a lock of Vincent's hair.
"Good," was all Bo said as he grabbed some cutlery from a drawer.
Katrina turned back to Vincent. "You know what would be funny, babe?" she asked. "You could put those two you've just finished in that bedroom that's upstairs in the House of Wax. Make them like they're about to do it or something, and put someone else just inside the door like she just caught them. It'll be hilarious!"
"We can put Vera there . . ." Vincent offered, an apologetic look on his face.
She smiled at him. "I forgot about her."
He smiled back. "If you don't want to . . ."
"No, I do. I like that idea."
Vincent pulled her head down to kiss him.
"If you two are done bein' mushy, I'd like to eat," Bo said irritably.
Katrina made a face at him. Vincent picked her up as he got off the chair, swinging her into his arms. She laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Let's go down to the workshop and . . ." she began to whisper into his ear, making him blush.
Bo rolled his eyes as Vincent carried her out of the kitchen.
