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Kate was left to ponder what would have been worse: being stuck with Sinister or her limbs lobbed off by Logan? He had cornered her between two buildings and was about to find out.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he dismounted his motorcycle and blocked her only exit. She leaned her head on a tall fence wishing she could squeeze through one of the diamond shaped openings. “You’re not going to teleport through? Climb up the wall? Just sulk?”
She glared at him. If he was trying to make her feel like a bigger ass than she already was, he was doing a fine job of it. “If I can fit my head through here, it’ll be one less limb you could rip off.”
“Nah, I’d walk around and grab it.” He had made his way to her through the narrow alley and gave her a comfortable distance. She looked at him, curious as to when he was going to dismantle her.
“Well, let’s get it over with.”
“Get what over with?” Logan both confused and annoyed.
“Arms, legs, ripping them off… running away,” perhaps he’d forgotten.
“I’m sure if Scott was bitching at me, I’d run away too.” He motioned for her to follow him and started back to his bike, “after I beat him with that visor,” he mumbled lowly. Kate followed, feeling like she was in no mortal danger. But, she had been considering what Logan had said; about her teleporting or climbing the walls. It wasn’t that she didn’t feel like escaping, because she had tried, but couldn’t. After teleporting to the ground she had felt weaker. Her awareness of Kurt had also dwindled to nearly nothing. Perhaps it was what Beast had been talking about – metabolizing genetic material and blah blah blah. She was sure that the ‘blah blah blah’ had, in fact, been important. But she’d have to wait and see, which meant heading back and cooperating for the time being.
Logan had dropped her off in front of a large black, stream-lined jet. She knew this one; it was a jet, from the x-mansion, belonging to the x-men. Oh, The X-jet! The sarcasm had shut itself in her head because letting it come out seemed to have uncertain consequences; ones in which she didn’t feel like discovering at the moment. Abandoned by Logan she folded her arms and was directed to a seat inside of the aircraft… inconveniently in the eye-line of Kurt.
“Ah, hallo.” Kurt seemed all to positive and happy for the sentiment to be legit. It was likely him flaunting in her face that she was going back. Awesome.
“Don’t talk to me.” She turned her head the other-way; avoiding all eye contact. But, that didn’t stop her from feeling the glare of one particular annoyance of a man who was likely going to make it his personal task to keep tabs on her; Scott.
The ride was shorter than the motorcycle trip had been, so it was likely Logan wasn’t going to be there to be a buffer between her and Scott who fumed the whole way back. Kurt had seemed intentionally unaware of him, patting Kate merrily on the shoulder before he left after Jean and Ororo once they had landed.
“Let’s go.” Scott undid the harness of Kate’s seat and yanked her up by the shoulder – the same shoulder that was still trying its very hardest to heal from the traumatic gunshot wound days ago. She pulled away from Scott once she had gotten up and he was quick to reclaim ahold of her.
“Jesus, what’s your problem?” She snapped, realizing she had been left to the mercy of captain nitwit.
“My problem?” He shoved her forward, careful to keep her up on her feet, but enough to make her catch her balance. “We open our home to you, we help you, and you run away. I’d expect it from some of the kids we have, but not from you. Especially since you’ll die without Kurt.”
He hit a nerve, “That’s none of your fucking business, soldier boy.” She turned herself and shouted only inches from his face, “I didn’t want to into your home. I wanted to go to mine. My home, my things, my rules.” Her body felt unfamiliarly weak, so she had settled for booting him in the shin.
He made a face at her, partially because she was stubbornly defiant, and partially because the kick had been the epitome of pathetic. “Right,” he had grinned and did so to make her feel inferior, “unless Professor Xavier says you can leave, you’re staying. So get over it. He’s not a bad guy; none of us are.”
“Save one.” She walked down the descending stairs of the jet and stumbled until she came on a wall to lean on, “Logan was right, you are a little bitch.” She slid sideways down until she was on her knees.
“Logan,” furious and yet not surprised, “doesn’t stick around long enough to know anything. So I wouldn’t bank all your hopes on him.” He held his hand out for her to grab, but she didn’t. In fact, an awkward pause had long since passed until he had felt his patience tried. He knelt down on her level and grabbed her hand, “Let’s go.” She slumped forward face first on the floor; one of her less glamorous poses. “Hey,” concern took the place of his attempt at placidity. He lifted her head and waved a hand if front of her opened eyes to snap her out of it. When she failed to respond, Scott scooped her up and headed out of the large bulk-head doors and down the hall.
She had awoken to what could only be described as the worst hangover she imagined to have ever existed. Her eyes took their time adjusting to the light, but she had known where she was long before things came into focus.
“With us?” Hank’s familiar voice sounded hopeful as ever. She responded with a groan and pulled her one and only pillow over her head. “Hmm,” he effortlessly pulled the blanket from her, “there you are.”
“Ws ther ‘vr a kwston as to whr I wz?” she spoke with her face pressed in the mattress. He turned her head to the side he stood on and cocked an eye. “What?”
“I feel like you’re avoiding me,” he feigned hurt feelings, “I’m guessing you know what’s coming next, right?”
“Toast, Eggs, and oranges?”
“Huh?” not quite the answer he expected.
“I’m hungry.” She pulled sheet over her head; one barrier after another.
“I suppose you might want to take a moment to go find a mirror.” He tried to brighten her mood.
“I already know, I’m back to myself. That’s why I feel,” she sat up like a reanimated corpse, “like shit.” She looked under the blanket and was pleased to see she had clothes on.
“Don’t get too comfortable with them.” Beast teased, handing her pillow back.
“I’m refusing.” She slid herself off the side of the bed, pleased that she was not as badly off as she’d imagined.
“Oh? And what do you plan on doing?” He watched her casually walk to the door and study the panel on the wall. “Big, green rectangle, hard to miss it.” She pushed it and the door whooshed open, but she hesitated to step through; it was all too easy.
“What’s the deal?” she was more than just a little suspicious.
“No deal. You can head up.”
“Just,” she made ‘shooing’ motion, “like that.” She stepped over the threshold and half expected to be shot with a laser or something, but nothing. Then, she stepped back through the threshold and nearly jumped out of her skin when the door shut.
“Automatic door, like the ones at the mall.” She gave him a questioning look, “Okay, not quite like the ones at the mall, same idea.” He kept his eyes on the book he had pulled from his pocket; his attention now divided. She touched the rectangle again, and pondered the idea of freedom.
“Since when do I just get to,” she shrugged, “go?”
Eyes still focused on keeping his spot, “Since Kurt is aware of what’s going on and will likely find you before you find the exit.”
She hit the rectangle again and the door closed. “Wait, what?”
He recognized the tone of concern in her voice and gave her his full attention, “Kurt’s not going to let you die, Kate.”
“So he’s going to just rape me for my own good?” Outraged.
“I think you’re failing to see the sacrifice on Kurt’s part, and you’re caught up in your feelings.”
“No shit-“ she stopped herself, “Of course I’m caught up in my feelings, and Kurt isn’t losing any sleep over this.”
He seemed pleased that she had corrected herself, “True, but consider what he has to sacrifice.”
“I think men make like, over 2 million of them a day, I think he wont feel the loss.”
“What?” Beast had to take a moment to process what she was talking about, “No. He’s quite dedicated to making things work out between the two of you.”
“Excuse me?”
“He’s aware of your dependence on him, and I think that if you gave him a chance-“
She pushed the rectangle on the panel, the door opened, and she walked out before Beast could finish his sentence. “Give him a chance?” She made an “uh” noise in disgust and trolled the halls looking for a way out.
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“I heard you were up and about.” Kurt had found her.
“Yep,” she turned around to face him and inwardly muttered “shit” over and over, “said I could go.”
“Oh, und where will you be going?” where had somehow turned to ‘ver’ in his mouth, and she could recognize his intentions from a mile away.
She pointed to the elevator at the end of the hall, “there.”
“Wunderbar!” he bamfed and appeared before the door, “allow me.” He dramatically pressed the button and bowed, expecting her to go in before him. She did so, hesitantly, already feeling the awkward anticipation prickling the lining of her stomach – or it was nausea.
“We’re not going to do anything,” she was using her ‘stern’ voice, “nothing.”
“Beast told me that once you left, I was free to do as I wished.” He had said it so casually that Kate had almost missed it.
“What? No!” Kate tried to rectify the situation.
“Ja,” Kurt removed the distance between them, “he said you aren’t well.”
Panic had risen up in Kate who had not too long ago felt confident that things were heading in a good direction, now felt like she was at the mercy of the blue fuzz-ball. “I’m fine, thank you. Notice the lack of blue from my face” she pointed, “No yellow eyes, no ‘tail’” she seemed particularly relieved that her tail had been reabsorbed. She winced for a moment, a sharp pain in her chest came as she inhaled and left just as quickly.
“Wo fehlts denn?”
“What? I don’t understand that stuff.” She covered the discomfort with anger.
He lost all expression from his face and grabbed Kate’s wrist.
He had bamfed her to his bedroom; the scene of the traumatic and embarrassing shower experience. Her face flooded with red, if not for the memory the room recalled, than in knowing what was coming next.
He tossed her on the bed and she thought to turn herself quickly over onto her stomach to block off any access to her. “Darf ich?” he hopped onto his bed and pinned her shoulders down, pressing her face into the blankets. She struggled, but found she could hit him if she was facing in that particular direction. Perhaps it wasn’t such a smooth move after all.
With one arm across her shoulders; keeping her in place, the other reached down to free her of her pants. She was all too happy to demonstrate her ability to kick in this position, but Kurt one upped her by using his feet to pin hers. She screamed out against the bed, her words muffled by the fabric, as he effortlessly removed her pants, pleased to find she had nothing underneath them. He laid himself over her, placing his chin on her shoulder, and took the weight of his arm off of her.
“You,” she gasped for air, bending her neck so far sideways only served to apply pressure on her airways, “ you can’t blame this on my anger. This is you.”
“No, fraulein,” he leaned his length against her thigh, letting her feel it throb with his heartbeat, “das ist mich.” She bucked, a final effort to throw him off, but it had only served to inform Kurt that all her energy had been spent.
He maneuvered himself out of his clothes and she could feel the efforts as his clothing slid across her buttocks and off to the side of them somewhere. He roughly stuck his fingers between her legs not yet entering her and it was clear that her protesting was just a front. “Does it embarrass you when I discover you’re a liar?” He decided that there was no need for foreplay; she was as ready as ever and he had been waiting patiently long enough. He leaned himself up on his knees and lifted her by her hips. The position only pushed her face further into the bed, leaving her to push herself up with her arms if she wanted to breathe. He plunged himself into her, hitting her wall and felt her body tighten around him. Her arms collapsed and she was back to trying to breathe with her face in the mattress. “Hold on.” Starting at a pace that was between ‘far from gentle’ and ‘splitting her in half’. She cried out, raising her head to try and look back at him. He looked down at her, and watched her flailing- losing balance with every thrust. He was all too happy to keep knocking her down and pulling her back to him, but wanted her to struggle against him more. He grabbed her fore-arms and pulled them back like reins; lifting her torso off the bed. She screamed, the pain in her shoulders and strain in her back only added to the discomfort.
“Stop, please.” She cried out, her head unable to look back any more.
“I will.” He caught his breath, “when I am done with you.” Her head had snapped up, how fucking sadistic could he really be? She tried to pull herself forward and had felt him slip out. He let her arms go and she crawled on her stomach up near where the pillows where piled at the head of the bed. He grabbed her by an ankle and dragged her down- taking the blankets with her.
“I have something to keep you still.” He bamfed and took her to a branch in a tree within site of the mansion. She noticed the mansion off in the distance before she looked down to notice the height. She panicked and stepped back off the branch. Kurt held her by her wrists and lowered her to the next branch down. She had her feet firmly planted on one branch and her hands grasped on one that was almost out of the reach of her fully extended arms. Kurt lowered himself in front of her, copying the same pose but actually able to reach the branch above him.
“You’re fucking crazy.” It was all that came to mind; high up in a pine tree, the two of them half naked, clinging onto a branch for dear life, “I hope you fall.”
“Actually, liechen,” he let go of the and showed her that he was more than capable of holding his own. He pointed to his feet and she looked, a gasp at finally meeting his prized possession , which was in-fact blue – she’d have to remember to make a blue-balls joke in the presence of others if she survived this, and looked passed it to his feet which were able to grip the branch much better than she could, “ it is you who need not fall.”
“Und now,” he lifted her up and she instinctively wrapped her legs around him, her hands getting a better grip on the branch above. He slid her down until the head of his length rested partially inside her, “if you let go, you’ll fall.” He shoved himself back inside of her, greeted by the warmth and moisture he had left to make a point. She bit her lip and held in a scream. He lifted her slightly and the pulled her down, again – his pace much more conscientious of keeping Kate from going splat against the ground. Her focus was nearly all on holding onto the branch than fighting Kurt who had found that she would unwittingly slide herself up his length in an attempt not to fall.
“I’ll cooperate, now.” She had allowed some time to lapse before her mind could remember why she ended up in the tree in the first place.
“You’re doing just fine.” Kurt’s head more or less focused on something besides the ground.
“Oh my god, please! I like the bed.”
Kurt had bamfed them back where they had started, give or take a foot or two from the bed top. Kurt crashed down on Kate, who still had her legs wrapped around him. He wasted no time and picked up where they had left off, only now he could go back to pounding away at her.
She had let out a moan and immediately closed her mouth. She hadn’t meant to, in fact, she didn’t even know at what point it had gone from painful, to scary, to good. But it had and she had hoped that Kurt was unaware. She looked up at Kurt, only to see the tell-tale sign of a smug SOB – a huge grin across his face. “You stopped?” He asked in a breathy voice, once their eyes had met. She didn’t respond, she’d play dumb or dazed and confused before she’d admit that she may have actually been enjoying herself.
Though he had been rough with her up until this point, he had taken it upon himself to slam himself progressively harder and harder into her wall until she had once again let a noise escape her mouth. “Too hard.” She cried out, the pressure inside of her now overwhelming.
“Then,” He adjusted his arms to get a better hold of the mattress below him, “I suggest some trust.”
She knew what he meant. He wanted her to admit defeat – that she wanted him- every inch of him, and in turn he’d lighten up – but he wouldn’t stop. It was now a matter of how hard could she bite her lip before her teeth went through. She didn’t care to find out. She gave up and gave into his demands.
Kate closed her eyes and let herself go. He didn’t ease up on her, despite the rejoiceful sounds that found their way to the surface, but she hadn’t asked him to. Her body met with his, and with every thrust, she met him with a roll of her hips. Her hands directed his mouth to hers and she had let him claim her lips with his.
Too caught up in moment, Kate had allowed herself to become wrapped up in the feelings that pulsated over her hot skin. She let out one final moan and arched herself backward; pressing her stomach into Kurt’s stomach. Kurt, all too pleased with himself, gave into his release and collapsed on of her. Their lungs pushed against the other’s chest and the heat from their skin made it feel like they had melted together.
It was Kurt who chose to break the silence and panting with a remark that only would serve to get him smacked, “See, that wasn’t so hard, now was it?”
