TOURNAMENT IS ENDED! THE AUTHOR OF THE STORY AND THE WINNER YAKO-KHAN!

Note - the author is well aware that Mr. Pace is not married. But this is an erotic tale, and all coincidences are random))

A tall, slender man sat in a chair on the terrace of his own house. On the table in front of him stood a glass of iced tea and a plate of fruit pie. Lee was addicted to these cakes during the filming of "The Dead on Demand", but he still hoped that no one knew about his little weakness. On this pleasant summer evening, he was busy reading the script of the new series, where he was invited by his old friend, Brian Fuller.

A quiet rustle and a crash in the hedge caught his attention, and Lee looked up. He took off his glasses, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and looked at the undergrowth, at the same time surprised that it was almost dark. Shrugged shoulders - a wild raccoon, probably.

The man stood up, straightened, and stretched to his full height. He held out his hand to the light switch, but a new rustle made him look back. There was clearly someone in the bushes — Lee saw a swinging branch.

"For a raccoon a tall ... Oh, no!" - famous actor Lee Pace frowned his famous eyebrows.

Due to her attractive looks and natural charm, Lee had no enemies. But thanks to the same qualities - he had a lot of fans of both sexes. And if the majority behaved quite adequately - they swept movie discs in stores, stole posters, and just burst into movie theaters on prime days, then there were others. Their Mr. Pace was most fearful - they were eager to show their love to their idol personally, and in the most extravagant way possible.

He turned to the door, intending to take shelter in the house, but something tangibly tangled lower than his back.

“Oh,” Mr. Pace rubbed his buttock and turned around.

- Die, damn traitor! - a boyish voice rang out, and another arrow flew out of the bushes. Mr. Pace’s famous eyebrows rose to a sad little house, and his eyes acquired a very sad expression.

“Good evening,” he said carefully to the side of the bushes, from where another arrow flew in response, successfully knocking down a glass with leftover tea.

“Again the talked. What is the punishment on my poor head ?! They would go ... To Jackson, bur in his beard, nettles under the pillow! ”

Without waiting for the next shot, the actor crossed the lawn in two jumps, ran his hand into the undergrowth and fished out a wriggling boy. Having taken homemade onions from young Robin Hood, Lee dragged him by the collar into the house, intending to find out the parents' phone number so that they would take an irrepressible child.

To his surprise, the prisoner did not cry out, but only puffed, unsuccessfully trying to kick Mr. Pace.

Lee dragged him into the living room and shoved him into a chair.

“And now, mister ...” he shrank in his chair, but immediately straightened up and angrily flashed his emerald-green eyes.

- You broke my bow, disgusting bruiser!

- Yes, it was not a bow, but so ... And in general - you would have learned how to shoot first, Legolas.

- Do not you dare mention in vain the name of the hero of the great battle, damn traitor! - Whether it is tired, he quickly went to the chair and hung over the boy with all his height.

- Listen to me carefully. I want you to do three things right now. ”He straightened up and began to bend his fingers. - First. Stop insulting me. Second, tell me your parents' phone number so that I can call them and ask them to pick you up. And third, - he smiled as friendly as possible, - I hope you will not refuse to drink tea with me?

During this speech, the boy sat, huddled, in a chair and watchfully watched the actor.

Then he frowned and quietly squeezed out:

- Ok, p ... c ... Ok, let's get your tea.

- Well done! - Lee smiled his most disarming smile again and went into the kitchen. He left the guest alone, not without intent, the actor secretly hoped to simply not find him in the living room on his return.Lee Pace had no experience at all in dealing with teenagers, and now he was afraid to do something wrong.

When he returned to the living room, he was in for a surprise. And absolutely unexpected.

A green-brown camouflage jacket with a deaf hood lay on the chair, and the guest was standing by the fireplace, looking at the family photos of Mr. and Mrs. Pace.

But not even the presence of the guest amazed Lee, but his hair. A luxurious mane of dark chestnut color covered the back to the buttocks. The actor coughed and began to set the table - glasses with cold tea, a pie (this time pear, with a cheese crust).

The guest turned around - and the actor understood how much he was mistaken.

Lee was surprised why he didn’t immediately see how beautiful these emerald eyes were in framed fluffy black eyelashes, how the scattering of freckles on an upturned nose looks charming, and how pale pink lips are smiling and sensual and slightly contemptuous.

The girl was now dressed in tight suede trousers and a loose white blouse, tied with a drawstring at the gate. And just under this blouse stubbornly bristling two of the most important evidence of the femininity of the guest and the mistakes of Mr. Pace.

The actor smiled again - he caught himself thinking that he was smiling so that dimples appeared on his cheeks - and made an inviting gesture.

- Please, lady ... - and the girl with quick steps approached him and extended her hand.

- Perhaps I was wrong. You accept me according to all the laws of hospitality, which means that I must give you my name. Adery, - Lee mentally grimaced - he was hoping that the stranger had already abandoned these games. However, he straightened up, shook his small and unexpectedly strong and callous palm.

“Perhaps you know my name ...” Seeing the bewilderment on the girl’s face, he nevertheless introduced himself: “Lee Grinner Pace.” You can just - Lee.

- Lee? Ligrinnerpase? You are not the one I was looking for. ”Edyri fell into a chair disappointedly.

- Well, then let's just drink some tea and try the cake, I assure you, it is very tasty. And then together and decide how you find the one you are looking for. Unless, of course, you intend to kill this man, - the girl, rummaging in the pockets of her jacket, had already put a small book on the table and began to leaf through it, but frowned and put it aside.

And so far, Lee cannot explain to himself why he did it. What prompted him, a very polite and tactful man, to take this book? Yes, and not just flipping through - he read out a few lines aloud from there!

- I will come to you,

I will become you

The evening will break out

You will become me ...

- Do you write poetry? Like mi ... - a wild scream interrupted him. He looked up from the book and stared into his brown eyes. Which were somehow higher than he expected. Looking closer, Mr. Pace screamed louder than the previous speaker - because he was looking into his face!

The actor jumped up and rushed about the living room in search of a mirror. It was there, above the fireplace. But when Lee ran up to him, he saw only the top of his head. He waved his hands above his head - and small pennies flashed in the mirror.

- What's going on here?! - the strange squeakiness of her own voice made the actor cough. He looked up, hoping that it seemed to him - and saw how he approached the mirror ... He himself.

Strangely pressing his lips, "he" lowered his eyes and said softly:

- It was not necessary to read it out loud.

Lee abruptly turned and put his nose on the buttons on his favorite shirt.

- What?! - instead of answering, his armpits were picked up and lifted. Now two were reflected in the mirror - actor Lee Pace and his guest, Adiri. They looked at each other, and “Lee” said softly, still pursing his lips.

“You shouldn’t have to say it out loud,” in the mirror, Edeyrius grimaced very familiarly, and the thin brows of the girl tried to climb the sad house.

- What does it mean?

“And that means,” Lee Pace, a famous actor, a man of six and a half feet tall, was again raised, carried somewhere and placed on a coffee table, so that their faces were on the same level.

- Do you think this is a personal diary? - the man showed ...