Golden Hour (GarouxReader lemon)

Part 8

What can I say...Man loves his pussy ^^

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They show up on my doorstep just as that golden sun is going down. She's still in her skirt and heels, holding the box, and the kid is right next to her holding another, bigger box full of whatever.
I don't know how they synchronized their arrival or what but I'm happy to see one of them anyway. Even if I am getting a cat I never asked for out of it.
"She's all yours!" she says as they come inside, as she takes off her heels and makes her way into the living room, kneeling down, putting the box in the middle of the floor.
She takes the other, bigger, box from the kid and shows me all the things in it that I apparently need. Another towel, the cat food and whatever.
"Can I hold her?" Tareo is practically lighting up the room as she takes the lid off the box and that little grey head pops up.
"Of course!" she says, carefully picking up the cat, still just as scrawny but looking a bit brighter and less scared than before and handing it to him.
"Oh, she's got stitches," he says, scratching her behind the ear.
"Yeah," she says, "they gave her a good clean and treated the wound and dewormed and deflead and de-everything-ed her really. They said there's nothing major to worry about and to just keep feeding her to get the weight on and she'll be fine!"
I can see the relief in Tareo's eyes as he puts her so carefully back in the box.
"You're going to be ok, Delilah!" he says, staring at her as if in love. He looks around the room. "Uncle!"
"What?" I say. I haven't even had a chance to get changed and now this.
"Do you have any string or something?" he asks.
"String?"
"Did you want to make a toy?" she asks.
"Yeah, I think she wants to play," Tareo says as the cat gets a bit restless, walks around its box, looking up at each of us in turn as if expecting something.
Ugh. I don't know. I go off to look for something while she goes to get a saucer and prepares the food.
"Here," I give the kid a length of bandage. It's the best I can do.
"Can I use that?" he points to a pile of junk mail on the counter.
"Knock yourself out," I say and go into the kitchen, leaving him to it, to see what she's up to, see her in her 'business attire' because that's always a sight for sore eyes, especially from the back I think as I watch her pour milk into the plate.
She senses my presence and suddenly turns.
"What?" she asks, the small carton still in her hand.
"Nothin'," I straighten up but can't wipe the grin off my face. That little red skirt is somethin' else.
"Then why are you looking at me like that?" she says, turning back to the cat food.
Shit. Like what? Maybe I look just as idiotic as Tareo does when he looks at that cat. Fuck, I hope not.
"Nothin'," I say again.
"Make sure you feed her morning and night," she says. "I'll tell you when she can start on completely solid food. For now, just soak the dry food in the milk like this for a bit before giving it to her."
"Yeah, yeah," it ain't rocket science and I ain't that interested.
"Give her her food in the same place each time so she gets used to it," she says. "Is here ok?" she points to a corner in the kitchen.
"Yeah, whatever," I say and find my head tilting, following her body as she bends down placing the full saucer slowly down, the sound of plate on tile. That red little skirt is really somethin' else.
She goes back into the living room and I follow. The kid's having the time of his life. He's tied a piece of paper to the end of the bandage and is danglin' it in front of the cat that seems entranced, tries to catch it between her tiny paws.
"Let's go feed her," she says, smiling warmly at Tareo. "Do you want to bring her?"
"Ok!" He drops the DIY toy into the corner of her box and scoops her up, running towards us.
"Set her down next to the plate," she says as they both crouch on the floor and he lets the cat down. She sniffs once or twice and then plunges right in, her appetite almost as big as mine I reckon as she gets in as much as possible as if it's all going to be taken away at any moment, the milk splashing everywhere. That desperation...

"Ok, so where will she sleep?" she asks as Tareo puts her back in her box.
"Eh?" What does she mean? "In the box, ain't it?'
"Yes, but where will you keep the box?" she asks, looking around, hands on lovely hips.
"Here?" This is getting too fuckin' complicated for me.
"But she'll get lonely at night," she looks at me and for a moment looks like Tareo, with these big sad eyes.
She picks up the box and with Tareo following close behind, makes her way to the stairs and then up without even asking.
Wait. Fuck. Wait.
I try to get there first but they're already in my room, looking around.
"Tsk, tsk," she says. "Unmade bed, clothes not hung up. Tareo," she looks at him while the cat pokes its head over the side, trying to get a look at this new place, "do you make your bed?"
"Yep," he says cheerfully. "I do it every day!"
"How fu-" I roll my eyes, "how responsible."
"Responsible indeed," she says in this teacher voice and not gonna lie, but it sounds fuckin' hot. "Well done, young man," she nods at him. And fuck, now a part of me wishes I had made my bed too.
"Hmm..." she says, looking around again before turning back to my bed. "Here."
She sets the box down softly against the wall, right next to my bed, moving a loose sheet corner out of the way.
"Now she'll keep you company all night," she turns to me and gives me this beautiful, innocent smile and fuck my heart. It ain't the cat I want keeping me company all night...