Starfall

— My mother wanted to name me Jackson right up until I was born. But then, in the maternity hospital, I saw a neighbour’s mug with the name “Jax.” — I believe, - Ragatha tilted his head to the side, - Does your mother have roots in the disco era? Jax shrugged and downed the glass of distillate that Gangle had given him for his birthday. He winced, speaking a little more slowly: — Don't know. It seems to me that she read this name in her delusional novels. — Oh, my turn! In my house I have a knee-deep wall of books, believe me, nope? Especially I love vampires. Brrr... Jax burst into tears. The radio was choked with Uriah Heep interference - the receiver always picked up imperfectly in the attic. — I don’t believe it! — Then drink. Rabbit pumped himself up with more alcohol with obvious pleasure and, as if she had come up with something completely out of the ordinary, buried herself in the girl’s with licorice hair shoulder, giggling contentedly. — I am not from Earth at all. And not a person at all. I’m from Caine's some little adventure, something about Betelgeuse. Fact or fiction? — Pfft, well, that’s easy, - Ragatha snorted, slightly aroused by Jax’s breath on her neck, - Fiction. He pulled away from him, looking unexpectedly serious. — Drink. — This is unfair! - Ragatha was indignant. — Drink, I say, - the vigorous forty-degree liquor burned the Ragatha’s throat. She wiped the tears from his eyes and stared through the attic window at Gold-6's star-strewn sky. — You can’t see from here, - rabbit whispered an inch from her skin, again sending electrical discharges throughout Ragatha’s body, - It’s one hundred and eighty-three parsecs from here. With a ponytail. — You’re crazy, - Ragatha wanted to playfully push him away from her, but discovered that his hands did not obey. Instead, they hung like whips on the back of Jax, who was leisurely kissing his neck. A moth-like insect beat lightly against the slope of the roof. U2 bravely fought with white noise mixed with the sounds of kisses and lost. — Sometimes you act like an NPC alien, or an NPC vampire, or anyone else other than a human! - the girl grumbled from the pillows on which the rabbit had knocked her over. — And I am him. Maybe… alL of them, - calmly boring into Ragatha with his impossibly blue, doll-like eyes. Although the first one has doll eyes. — Fool. — Yourself. Having shot up, the girl shut up her smiling friend with a greedy kiss. Jax answered eagerly. Alcohol caressed Ragatha's veins, sang its obscene song, making the muscles soft, warm, pliable, like pudding. When Jax's lips penetrated hers, and he sank onto her with his entire purple body, Ragatha could not hold back her tears. — Oh my Lord, how honeyed you are. You know, during all my time at the Circus I rarely felt needed by anyone. Everything was so complicated, so confusing that for me, a “vampire,” it was easier to just spit. But this... is truly amazing, - Jax exhaled raggedly, devouring Ragatha with a look full of frank desire, - I want to caress your lips until you go crazy. Ragatha responded with a heavy, choking sigh, trembling from head to toe from the intense, completely crazy kiss. Her head was spinning, under the darkness of her closed eyelids, multi-colored stars rained down like a shower, and she wanted it to never end. Fingering Jax's ears with her fingers, she went on the offensive, and their lips literally fought, like a game of chess, with each other until Jax pulled away, allowing his lover to whimper to his heart's content. — I’m scared to say goodbye... please, let us lie like this the whole time. life. Even in Caine’s basement, - Jax whispered hotly into Ragatha’s ear, and she snorted with laughter: — You really are such a fool. I love you terribly! — And I you... - said Jax, hugging someone more than a friend. Jax's gaze burns trails of fire across Ragatha's skin. Right through a dress with a half-faded logo of some charity race, where they both ran at most a kilometer. The rabbit's palm slipped under the fabric and ran over his lean belly. — You're covered in goosebumps. And how does he manage to say obvious things so that she begins to melt?.. As the clothes become more and more rumpled, Jax's gaze quickly scans Ragatha's tender body. They are illuminated only by the Moon peering curiously through the window. — You are incredibly beautiful, Ragahta. I'll take you away from here as soon as the first spaceship arrives. I will show you as many miracles as no earthling has ever seen. — Do you give your word? — the girl still doesn’t believe it and smiles at his words, like a funny but drawn-out joke. — I swear on my binary code! Jax blurted out passionately. Ragatha chuckles, still catching her breath a little. — You seem to have drunk less than me, but you continue to act weird. Come here. Relaxed against the pillows, Ragatha strokes his ears. Jax continues to peer into her with those stunning, unearthly eyes of his, and something stirs deep within Ragatha. “Come on, this can’t be true,” she shrugs off the strange, sucking feeling somewhere under his ribs. — Kiss me. The drunken taste of his lips brings the girl back to where weightlessness, velvety to the touch, reigns and the rain of stars rings. Alcohol, spices, wild berries and the silver salt of the Moon, round and shiny, like a Gangle’s mirror. Time flows through them, lashing them with every second. Jax removes his fingers and warmly - not too slow, not too fast, but just right - strokes Ragatha. Without ceasing to kiss her, holding her tightly with both hands, like a stolen bag of diamonds. Ragatha buries her fingers in her thick fiery curls, beginning to tremble delightfully. — Do you like this?.. - Jax asks hoarsely, speeding up his movements. — Yes! - the girl answers abruptly, not having enough air for more. The rabbit moves with feeling along the entire length of Ragatha's head, and she ceases to understand where she is and that she, happiness for long, crushing moments, takes all control for herself, manipulating his body like a puppet. Apparently this is the miracle of love, which is so difficult to understand and appreciate. Through the abyss of pleasure, the realization does not immediately appear that his mouth is open too wide, his jaw hurts, and breath after breath comes out of his throat naturally and easily. Jax, under these triumphant sounds, is able to stop on his own, like a lemon, banana and pepper (an unusual combination), lies down next to him, hugging him tightly. — Thank you, - with difficulty forcing her lungs to suck in air, Ragatha wipes herself, throwing her problems into the same pile where Jax’s shame rested, - And, you know, if you really are a vampire and intend to leave the Earth, I don’t mind. The bosses and the producer will soon drive me crazy with their “improvement proposals”. Jax smiled joyfully from ear to ear - Ragatha was surprised that his face didn’t crack. Among all his friends, only he could smile so openly and contagiously. Even Caine can’t do it. - It's swept away!