Heatwave

Heatwave (NC-17)
Disclaimers: This is a work of fan fiction. Anything you recognize belongs to other people, Marvel and WB most notably, and I get not profit from this piece of fiction. This is pretty much PWP so if that bugs you, go away. It has acts of consensual sex which are het, some slash and one instance of group sex. Again, if this bugs you, GO AWAY.

A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE (tm), Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta... And something to cleanse the pe, le, lol. InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink and Dracena are loverly for archiving/hosting. :) ProPhile gets so many smutmusey glomps for this, lol. He helped develop the story idea (rather, pretty much did it himself, lol) and gets musekibble out the ears... So to speak. Morgan: How'd it go? :) Readers/Reviewers: This is just a mise en scene between "big" stories, just a bit of harmless smut and a what-if sort of thing. It's still Foreververse at it's core and it only five chapters.

"Is it supposed to get this hot in New York?"
"This ain't hot," Rogue yawned. "This is, at worst, warm."
Kitty leaned forward in her lawn chair to look across Rogue at Tabby. "Southerners are insane, you know. The humidity makes their brains mush."
Rogue stretched out one pale arm and shot Kitty the bird. "Least I don't talk funny."
Tabby rolled her eyes. "No, not at all." She became the recipient of Rogue's other middle finger. "God damn, but it's hot," she groaned, falling back into the chair. "I think I melted."
"Where's Lucas, anyway?" Kitty stretched and sighed as she asked, the heat making her lethargic. The very faint smell of chlorine from the pool was almost drugging, coupling with the heat and the blazing sun overhead to make Kitty want nothing more than a nice, long nap.
"Wanda's watching him. She had some stuff to do at home and..." Tabby trailed off, glancing at where the others were scattered around the deep end, splashing in childish games. "We had a huge fight last night and she just didn't feel like coming today," she admitted on a sigh.
Kitty sat up, her relationship radar going off. "Oh, no! What happened?"
Rogue sighed and sat up as well, knowing any idea she had of getting a tan had just flown out the window. "Was it because of last Tuesday?"
"Well..."
Kurt chose that moment to appear in a fleeting cloud of sulfurous smoke. "Liebling, I was waiting for you in the house," he began, looking mildly hurt. "Oh...hello..." His expression changed to one of wolfish pleasure as he took in Kitty's bikini. " New?"
She followed his gaze to the swell of her breasts. "The swimsuit is, yes." She ignored Rogue's blatant eye roll and tipped her face up for a kiss. "You look like you don't feel good, Fuzzy."
"I feel great fuzzy," he purred, wiggling his eyebrows. He leaned forward, bracing himself against the arms of the lawn chair, and kissed Kitty first on the tip of her nose, already pink from the sun, and then on her lips. "You taste like cherry limeade," he announced. "And you need to put on more sun block." He brushed his finger over the tip of her nose and kissed it again. "I like you freckled, not burned."
She stuck out her tongue and leaned back in the chair. "Well, I refuse to be fish belly white, thankyouverymuch. SPF 15 is fine for now."
Kurt rolled his eyes and nudged her knee with his, ignoring her snort. "Tabby, where's Lucas? I brought him some water wings and everything..."
Tabby jerked her chin defiantly, trying not to look upset or even bothered. "Ah, he and Wanda stayed home to practice his Texas hold 'em1."
Rogue snorted and Kurt nodded slowly. "Ooookay," he muttered. "So, anyway," he turned his attention back to Kitty and smiled.
Kitty saw it coming and opened her mouth to say something, but it happened too fast. Lance was walking by, soaking wet from a game of Marco Polo in the deep end of the pool. As he drew even with the group, Kurt turned to greet him. Lance had a devious expression that Kitty recognized as being one of self satisfaction at the idea of getting one over on someone. So quick Kitty did not have a chance to even squeak a warning, Lance grabbed the edge of Kurt's trunks and pulled, exposing him to the world at large. There was a moment of stunned silence, then Amara's barely voiced, "Oh. My. Goddess."
Kurt felt his jaw drop as he stood there, too stunned for a moment to do much of anything other than expose himself to his friends and Doctor Reyes. The first thing he thought was that his tail hurt. A lot. His tail had been scraped and pulled as Lance yanked his trunks down and it felt bruised and raw. Kitty jerked him out of his stunned reverie by toppling her chair over as she stood, wrapping her towel around his waist. "Damn it, Lance!" she yelled. "Why did you do that?"
Lance was snickering madly. "I just couldn't help it... He was there, I was there..."
Kurt had recovered his composure somewhat and said, "Lance, if you wanted to see me naked, all you had to do was ask. Unfortunately, I'm with Kitty now and you missed your chance." He half-bowed to Lance and carefully ed hed his trunks back up. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go ice my tail."

Kurt cursed fluently in every language he knew as he packed ice into a kitchen towel. He was miserably hot and sorely wanted to throttle Lance within an inch of his life.
"I'd conserve that ice if I were you," Beast opined as he lumbered into the kitchen, clad only in his black shorts. "I apologize for my state of undress but as you might have noticed, the air conditioning has, as you kids say, crapped out."
Kurt groaned. "I don't think we say that, do we?" Carefully, he pressed the ice against the sore spot on his tail and hissed. "How long will it be out?"
"At least," Beast sighed, retrieving a bottle of water from the refrigerator, "until tomorrow. That's the earliest Professor Xavier could get a repairman out here, wwithwith this heatwave going on." Beast shook his head and sighed again. "It's going to be miserable in this place tonight."

A/N Next chapter begins the SMUT!

1 A poker game