In our room

– Yana! — ask her Vika. – What? — shouted girl from the kitchen. – Can you doing tea for me? Please?       Silence. Only the rumbling of glass mugs breaks it. The teapot was hot, so a minute later, on the threshold of their common room show up the young women twenty years old. In her left hand she had a cup of boiling water, the steam from which rose up. Light brown curly hair sticking out of a ponytail tied with a purple hair band. The girl was wearing a black tight-fitting tank top with straps, dark blue shorts with white speckles and snow-white fluffy slippers. For real, they belong to Vika, but she doesn’t mind her girlfriend wearing her clothes at all. – Here you are, kitty, — Yana held out a cup of green tea in front of her.       Vika smiled casually. She was so pleased to look at all this. Disheveled, but so beautiful Yana, with perfect, as it seemed to Vika, forms… So this girl also loves you! How she wants to hold such a beauty in her arms, always kiss and never let go. How much Vika loves her. – Why are you smiling like that? – Yana herself could not restrain a smile.       The brunette got out of bed, briefly kissed her beloved on the lips, took a mug, put it on the table and returned. She gently wrapped both hands around Yana's face and pulled her into a sweet long kiss. As soon as the breathing ended, they stopped for a second, but Vika again reached out to the girl, or rather to her neck. She kissed every inch of curly's skin. From her chin to her collarbones. The fabric of her clothes, which began on her chest, did not allow to go further. – What has happened to you, sweet? – a little bit moaning with pleasure, muttered Yana. – I just love ya, – stated girl with purple hair and kiss her girlfriend again.       Turning around as in a waltz and walking a few steps, Yana fell on the bed. Vika quickly pulled off T-shirt, there was only a black lace bra under it, then she hung over Yana. Curly looked at her and couldn't contain her delight, it was very-very sexy. Throwing her clothes aside, Vika climbed onto her girlfriend's hips, and she, in turn, instinctively put her hands on the brunette's waist. Vika kissed her again insistently, penetrating her mouth with her tongue. She slipped one hand under Yana's T-shirt and stroked her back, probing every vertebra. The quick fingers rose higher and higher... – Are you ready for more, darling? – I...       A sudden crash on the table made both of them look there. A spotted kitten was looking at them from the table with wild eyes. The mug was overturned, the tea spilled out, the little paws became wet. He squeaked plaintively and walked through the liquid, jumped off the table to the floor and began to run away.       Yana's shoulders shook, and she laughed. Vika made an offended face and quickly got up, grabbed the kitten before he managed to escape from the crime scene. – Stand still, you criminal! – she picked him up in her arms and looked into his frightened glass eyes. – You're actually ruined it all. Are you do not shaming yourself?!       The girl on the bed laughed even louder. – Yana! Don't laugh!       Curly got up from the sofa, walked up to them and kissed her lover on the forehead. – I'm sorry, honey, but you are so cute, – she stroked the kitten's head. – Wait, I'm go to the kitchen for napkins.       Vika sighed and put the cat down on the bed. Yana returned. – Don't worry, honey, it's okay. I love you anyway. – Yeah, I love you too. And I love this fool.       Vika wasn’t upset. She was grateful to fate for such a wonderful family in the form of Yana and a spotted, slightly arrogant kitten.