Forever

FOREVER—CH.15 (NC-17)

 

 

A/N Mountains of thanks go to Foxfeather and InterNutter for
their help! And muchos gracias to all those who reviewed so far! Standard disclaimers apply (found in first
chapter).

 

 

 

 

Kitty emerged from her basement
duties to find a wall of mutants waiting for her. Logan, Beast, and Kurt stood, shoulder to shoulder, blocking her
progress. “Um, hi?” She searched Kurt’s face for some sign that
they were in trouble again, that she had gotten them busted by doing that dance
earlier, but his face looked strangely blank.


“Kitty, I think you left some
corners undusted. Why don’t you go
check?” Beast’s voice lacked its usual
jovial timbre, worrying Kitty even more.


“How would you know? No one’s checked yet…Kurt, what’s going on?”

“Katzchen, I really think you
missed a spot down there…”


Kitty’s temper was running hot and Kurt’s siding with the adults had
just about pushed it over the edge. “Huh?
Look, I’m tired, I’m sweaty and I think there’s a spider web in my
hair. I am not in the mood for this. Please move!” She rebounded off of Logan’s chest, stumbled back a pace then grimaced. “Fine.
Be that way.” Phasing through
Logan now, she turned and gave them a grim smile. “I asked nicely.”

“Half Pint, you really need to
disappear for a while. There’s
a…situation…that we’re trying to get a handle on.”

“Oh? And what would that be?”

“Katzchen, please! I don’t want you to get hurt.” Kurt’s eyes could not meet hers, instantly
setting Kitty on the trail of suspicion.

“What’s the situation that has to
do with Kurt and not me?”

“That would be me, Reina[1].” The voice was cold and aged, making Kitty
cringe in welling distaste.

Shit. How much more of my family is going to come out of the
woodwork. “Hello, Uncle
Hirsh.” Kitty slowly turned to face
him, her jaw clenched in determination.
“Mother send you? She never
could do her own dirty work, could she?”


“Shut your mouth, girl. You’re enough of a disgrace to this
family!” Hirsh stepped towards her, his
stocky build dwarfing Kitty.

“I’m not in your family
anymore. Or hadn’t you heard? I belong here now. These people are my family.”
It gets easier to say it all the time. How long have I known that this is really where I belong?

The change that washed over Hirsh’s
face was disturbing, to say the least.
Kitty knew to step away, out of arm’s reach, when his face turned that
particular shade of purple. A string of
invectives in numerous languages poured from his lips as he pointed accusingly
at Kitty, who, while shaking inwardly, plastered on a brave face and smirked at
the man. “Done yet?”

“Thief!” He spat this out, relishing the effect it had on the assembled
group.

“No one calls Kitty a thief,
bub!” Logan’s fists bunched at his
sides and Kitty moved hastily forward, heading off a sudden lunge on her
guardian’s part. Last thing I need
is to mop up Uncle Hirsh’s guts.

“I have no idea what you’re talking
about, Hirsh. If you’re done harassing
my family, please leave.”

“You shamed us, Reina. First you’re a mutant, then you embarrass
your parents through your fornications, and on top of that it’s not even a
human you’re screwing but this…dog boy!
And now, your mother, God save her, tells me that you’ve stolen a
treasured heirloom!” Hirsh narrowed his
eyes at Kurt, half-expecting the boy to leap at him for the dog comment.

“First of all, Hirsh, Kurt is as
human as I am,” she paused for his derisive snort, “and more than you ever will
be. Second, tell Golda that she can
fuck her heirlooms. I don’t have
anything that belongs to her!” Kitty
turned her back on her former uncle, staring Logan straight in the eyes. “Please escort him out.” Her chin trembled and she prayed no one
could tell how close she was to a total break down.

“This way, bub. “
The distinct sound of Logan’s claws emerging proceeded his
mock-bow. A slight wave of Logan’s
right hand in his direction shut Hirsch’s mouth against whatever was about to
bubble forth. After a brief scuffle as
he tried to dodge around Beast, Hirsch was frog-marched down the hall by the
Wolverine himself.

Kitty took the opportunity to sink to
the floor and rest her head on her knees, drawing in a deep breath before
asking, “What has been going on up here?”
Beast and Kurt exchanged worried looks, each seeming to want the other
to be the one to tell her. “Kurt? Tell me—I know you won’t dick around with
the truth.”

“That man…your uncle? He showed up here about an hour or so ago,
demanding to see you. Rahne told him
that you were busy and he just pushed in and started yelling, saying all sorts
of awful things about you.” Kurt did
not add that most of those things involved him, as well. “He insisted that you had something up in
your room that he had to get back and that you had stolen it. Kitty, what was he talking about?”

Forgive me, Love. “I have no idea. He’s always been a little crazy.
My mother would always send him to do her dirty work with the family so
I’m not too surprised that he showed up here.
Mother probably gave him directions…”
Kitty shook her head. My life
is a soap opera. “Look, I need to
shower. Can we dissect this later? I just feel like I need to get clean.” Wash the taint of the Pryde family off of
me again.

“There’s something else…” Beast was
gentle in his tone, his eyes so kind that Kitty wanted to scream. “He got into your room and destroyed some
things before Logan could stop him.”

“What? How?”

“Process of elimination. By the time we caught up to him, he had
thrown open the door to Scott’s room, caught Rogue changing clothes, and nearly
scared the Hell out of Remy in the hall bathroom.” Beast sighed. “I don’t
know the value of the things he ruined, but I know they were precious to
you.” Kitty was on her feet and headed
up the stairs so quickly that Quicksilver would have been impressed. “Kitty!
Wait!” Beast’s voice drifted
behind her, but Kitty did not pay it any attention. She was even unaware that Kurt was behind her until she skidded
to a halt just inside the door to her room.


“Oh.” Her dresser had been all but demolished, drawers upended and
their contents strewn about the room.
Her under-the-bed-storage boxes were also haphazardly emptied and their
secrets divulged. Her bed also seemed
to have seen better days…

“Um, Logan got him just as he
started to tear up the bed,” Kurt said.
He sounded apologetic, as if there was anything he could have done to
stop it. “Katzchen, do you know what he
was looking for?”

“I said I didn’t.” Kitty kicked aside a pile of underwear and
soldiered into the mess. Broken glass
crunched underfoot and she realized that it was her snow globe collection. I hope that doesn’t make the carpet
mildew. I don’t think I could stand
that. Jewelry from her precious
wooden box, the one Yaya had brought from Greece, sparkled against the dark
flooring, taunting Kitty with their perfection.

“Kitty, I love you and I trust you. If you say you don’t know, then…” Kurt spread his hands.

“Damn it. Are you sure you’re not Jewish?
You’ve got the guilt thing down pat.”
Kitty huffed in attempted indignation, finally making her way to her
disheveled bed. Kurt smiled briefly and
followed her, picking out bare spots in the mess on the floor. “I want you to know that I didn’t steal
anything, but I know what she wanted.”

“I know you’re not a thief,
Kitty. I just knew that you weren’t
entirely forthcoming downstairs.” I
wonder how long they’ll leave us alone?
Kurt moved closer to Kitty, taking a deep sniff of the nape of her
neck out of reflex. Mein Gott she
smells good, even when she’s all sweaty.
Fighting back the image of Kitty dancing for him this morning, Kurt
focused his attention on what Kitty was doing; she almost had her ever-present
necklace unclasped but was having trouble getting the c-shaped lock open all
the way. “Here, let me.”

Kitty felt a little guilty about
the carnal thoughts that dashed into her head as soon as Kurt’s fingers brushed
her neck. How sex-crazed am I? My
mother is sending the family goon after things and generally making my life
Hell and here I am,wanting to throw Kurt down on the bed and fuck him
silly. Maybe I am sick…Kitty sighed
and caught the necklace as it dropped from her neck and Kurt’s grasp, turning
her attention back to the matter at hand.
“My mother wanted this back.”
She dangled the silver chain and it’s Star of David pendant before
Kurt’s eyes. “It’s almost 400 years old
and very valuable. It’s been passed
through my dad’s side of the family ever since it was made for an ancestress of
mine in Spain.” Kurt let out a low
whistle of awe mixed with appreciation, eyes following the gently swinging
silver symbol. Kitty shrugged and captured
it in her other hand, cupping the necklace so she could see it more
clearly. “The story has it that this
ancestress received this as a wedding gift in lieu of a ring because her
husband could not afford the usual symbol.
It was passed down from mother to daughter for generations, through wars
and famine and plague and divorce… Yaya
only had a son, though, the first time since the necklace was made that her
line had no daughters. When I turned
twelve and had my bat mitzvah, she gave it to me. It’s very valuable.” Kurt
knew that Kitty was not referring to money.

“Why would your mother want it,
Katzchen?” Kurt peered into Kitty’s
cupped hands, admiring the simplicity of the design. Kitty’s being wearing an artifact for all these years! A piece of history around her neck and no
one ever knew!

“Dunno mea mean, it isn’t because it’s meaningful to her, and I don’t
think she needs the money. Maybe she
just wants to hurt me or make me look bad for the court case.” Kitty sighed and turned the Star of David
over in her hands, letting the chain slide through her fingers.

“Weren’t you ever nervous wearing
it?” Kurt took the chain from her and
replaced it around her neck, letting his fingers linger in the soft curls that
were escaping her messy bun.

“Nope. Yaya told me the secret of this necklace. It can never be lost if it’s given out of
love. I think she knew that my father
could never love life, love people, the way she did or even the way I do. I think she may have been afraid that this
link with our past would be lost if she gave it to him.” Kitty bent her head to hide her face and
Kurt could hear her sniffle. “I miss
her so much.”
“Want to talk about her?”

“Later, maybe. I hurt too much right now. I’m so tired,
Kurt.” She turned in his arms and
buried her face in his neck. “I think
my life is turning into the Jerry Springer Show.” Kurt’s chuckle was oddly reassuring. If he can still laugh, then things must not be so bad. Heavy footsteps coming towards her room
drove them apart, ever careful of being caught in even the most innocent
embrace now.

“Everything okay in here?” Logan winced. “Bad choice of words…sorry Half Pint.”

“ ‘Sokay, Logan. I think I want to take a shower, though,
before I try and straighten this up.”
Kitty squeezed Kurt’s hand in a show of affection before trudging down
the hall towards the communal bathroom.


“Herr Logan, I’ll clean up in
here…” Kurt wanted so badly to make
things right for Kitty and straightening her uncle’s mess seemed as good a
place as any to start.

“I’m not letting you finger her
undies, Elf.” Logan had caught sight of
some rather flimsy pieces of fabric dotting the floor and was feeling a little
embarrassed.

“It’s not like I haven’t seen it
before…” Kurt knew Logan could still
hear him despite his low mumble.

“Can it, Elf. Just…get it over with and don’t
dawdle.” Logan waved at the room in an
all-encompassing gesture and moved to lean against the wall, obviously
intending on supervising Kurt’s work.

“Ja, Herr Logan….” Kurt paused in half-turned from the older
man, “Do you think Kitty will be okaout out today?”

“I think Half Pint is stronger than
we give her credit for, but I also think she’s more fragile than she lets
on. She may look brave outside, but
inside I think she’s a mess of emotions.
Be careful with her Kurt. Make
sure that your helping isn’t hurting.”

“Same for you, Herr Logan.” Kurt felt Logan’s eyes pierce him through
his back but continued on his work. I’m
not the only one here who holds her heart, you know. I’m just the closest to it.

 

“Are you sure you want me to help you?” Jamie felt his stomach quail at the sight of
Jubilee’s gauze-packed mouth. She
nodded ferociously, making the young boy cringe. “Okay…if you’re sure…” Reaching out a tentative hand, Jamie
seized a corner of the protruding gauze and tugged gently. Jubilee groaned in mild agony, the pressure
against her sore teeth and cheek almost to the point of excruciating. Jamie narrowed his eyes to slits, trying to
minimize the sight of the bloody cloth sliding from his friend’s mouth. “Eeeeew!”
A rope of bloody saliva dragged down Jubilee’s chin after the gauze, finally
crossing Jamie’s “too gross to look at” threshold.

“Don’t be such a baby, man! You’ve seen worse stuff!”
Jubilee’s voice was only slightly drugged-sounding. It was almost time for her antibiotics and
painkiller, she noticed, but she wanted to shake off this hangover feeling
before trying to eat anything off the tray Jean had sent up.

“Yeah, but this is drool!” Jamie threw the bloody cloth into a red
biohazard bag provided by Hank, wiping his hands hastily on his jeans.

“Wanna see the hole where my tooth used to be?” She opened her mouth as wide as she could
and pointed to the hole here her first premolar was supposed to be. Next to it was a temporary crown covering
her root canal, the gums still swollen and oozing just a little.

“Cool….are you gonna get a gold tooth put in?” Jamie peered into Jubilee’s mouth with
interest, admiring the gap in her teeth and jumping back with a boyish giggle
when she snapped her mouth closed, pretend-lunging for him.

‘Nah—I think I’ll have them all pulled to match,
though. Makes milkshakes go down easier
and it’s really improving my spitting distance!” Jubilee scooted further up the bed and patted a spot for him to
sit down. “How goes the spy game,
007?”

“Well, Amara’s been barfing all day so she really hasn’t
been up to anything…” Jamie sucked on his lower lip for a moment, wracking his
brain for any tidbit of information to offer Jubilee. Brightening, he told her, “I heard her on the phone earlier! She was telling someone that she cold not come
over tonight and that they should come here.
Whoever they were they didn’t want to come over, I think, because she
argued with them about sneaking in and said she’s tired of being the one who
could get in trouble if they got caught.”
He nodded in self-satisfaction, pleased that he remembered so much.

‘You are the king of espionage, Jimbo.” Toying idly with the bowl of Jello on her
tray, she offered it to Jamie, turning ideas over in her mind. “What was all that yelling earlier?”

“Kitty’s uncle showed up. Said she stole something.
I think Logan kicked him out.”
Jamie wolfed the green gelatin down with scarcely a breath.

“That girl has more weirdo family members than any royal
family…” Something was niggling the
back of Jubilee’s brain, something that she knew would help her to figure
things out. Something to do with music? Or was it a video? Or both? Jubilee sighed
and made an attempt at the soup, quickly abandoning it when she realized it was
much too hot for her now sensitive tissues.


“Want your meds now, Jubes?” Before she could answer, Jamie was jogging down the hall, headed
towards the infirmary and Hank’s medicine cabinet. Settling back for a short nap, Jubilee’s eyes had just drifted
closed when she got another visitor.

“Chere? You
awake?” Remy advanced slowly into the
room, steps silent as only a thief can be.


“No. I’m
asleep. Please leave a message after
the tone. Beep.” Her mouth had officially started throbbing
and Remy was the last person she wanted around her when she could not
talk. How can I be bitchy if I can’t
say anything?

“Ah. Well.” She
could practically see him rub the back of his neck in that self-effacing
gesture of his. Jubilee squeezed her
eyes more tightly shut, willing all images of Remy to banish themselves from
her gray matter.

“Talk.”

“I jus’ wanted to see how you doin’. How you doin’?[2]”

“Fanfuckingtastic.” Jubilee chanced opening one eye and
wished she had just left it closed.
Remy stood at the foot of her bed, coat draped over one arm to reveal
the tight black shirt usually covered by his outerwear. His dark glasses glinted in the dim light of
the room, lending him a sinister air that pulled her to him like a moth to a
flame. Damn it! Why couldn’t you be ugly or smell bad or
something? It was what was in his
left hand that made her heart stop, though.
He held a nosegay of perfect pink rosebuds, scattered throughout with
some moss roses.

Noticing the direction of her gaze, Remy presented the
flowers with a flourish. “Dese be pour
vous, mademoiselle![3]”

“Thanks…no one’s ever given me flowers before.”

“Vraiment?[4] Such a pity…you know that flowers have a
language.”

“What do yours mean?”
Jubilee could not help herself—she was feeling enchanted.

“Ah—rosebuds mean a young girl. Pink is for…I forget.”
Remy ducked his head, hoping that Jubilee would not guess that the pink
color meant affection and admiration.

“What about the moss roses?[5]”


“Um, they be jus’ decoration, I think.” Remy hastily found a receptacle for the
flowers and propped the whole kit by Jubilee’s bedside. “Did I see Jamie leave here?”

“Yeah—he went to get me my pills.” Jubilee recounted her dental visit for
Remy’s disgusted listening pleasure, ending with the same tour of her mouth
that Jamie had.

“Chere, that be disgustin’.” Remy did look a little green.

“Jamie thought it was cool.” Smugly, Jubilee took a sip of her soup and ignored the pain.

“Jamie be a little boy.
Little boys think bugs be cool.”
Remy sat on the edge of her bed gingerly, afraid to jostle her. “I be a lil’ worried ‘bout dat boy—I saw him
followin’ Amara last night.”

“Oh?” Jubilee
felt panic creep into her veins like ice water. I can’t be caught! Not
before I figure out what’s going on!

“I be thinkin’ you sent him, p’tite. He be too innocent to think of spying on his
own.” Remy peered over the tops of his
glasses at the Asian girl.

“Er, um…”

“I’m helping Jubilee, Gambit! She’d do it herself if she could but since she can’t, I get to
follow Amara.” Jamie stood in the
doorway, a bottle of pills clutched in each hand.

Remy half-bowed to the boy. “I can ‘preciate dat. It
be hard to turn down a pretty fille, non?
Mais, Jamie, jus’ be careful.
You could get into a world a’hurt by sneaking around like that.”

“Help him then.”
Jubilee curled a lip in a derisive manner, daring Remy to accept the
challenge. “You’re a thief, you can be
sneaky. If the only other thief in the
building can’t help him sneak around, it’s up to you then isn’t it?” Double dog dare ya! Jamie’s eyes went round—he was a little
scared of Remy and silently begged Jubilee to take it back—he could never work
with the Cajun!

After a long moment, Remy said “D’accord. Jamie, come wit’ me. Tell me what you know and I show you how to
be sneaky.” Back atcha, chere. Jubilee sat, gaping, as Remy led Jamie off down the hall.

The crushing silence of her bedroom mocked her.
“Shit. That didn’t work well, did it?”

 

Amara twisted the phone cord in her hand, wishing it
were Lance’s neck. She had finally
stopped throwing up sometime after lunch and was now feeling distinctly empty,
both physically and emotionally. Pick
up, Lance…pick up the goddamned phone!


“Yo.”

“Todd? Give
Lance the phone.”

“Who is this?
I ain’t givin’ him the phone less you tell me what’s up, yo.” Todd smacked on something, greatly annoying
Amara.

“Let’s just say I can make you wish you were never
born. Get it?” Todd gulped at the low, angry tone of
Amara’s voice. The next sound she heard
was Todd hollering for Lance.

“Yeah?”

“Doesn’t anyone in that house say hello?” Amara felt a smirk twitch at the corner of
her mouth and ordered it away. Lance
doesn’t make you smile. Scott does.

“Not really.
Whaddya want? I already told you
that I wasn’t coming over. If you want
to see me, you gotta come here.” Lance
was almost certain that he could get Amara to come over—she seemed to really
like sleeping with him, and for some reason, he found himself thinking of Kitty
less and less when he was with the Nova Roman.
Last time they were together, he had even forgotten for a few minutes
the whole reason they were together in the first place.

“Actually, I was going to ask if you would mind
putting our meeting off until tomorrow?
I have a date tonight.”

“Wha?” Lance
choked on his soda. “I’ll be at the
front gates at eleven. Be there to let
me in.” He hung up the phone with a
clatter.

Boys are so simple…Amara chuckled. Eating right out of my hand…

 

Kurt had spent hours cleaning Kitty’s room,
vacuuming the glass out of the carpet and meticulously searching for each and
every earring backing in the deep pile of the rug until he was sure he had
found it all. Logan had to help him
move the bed back into place but after that, when it was all done, the older
man left him alone. Kitty had passed by
once, saying that she was going outside for awhile to think and Kurt had not
seen her since. Three s ens enough
time to think? Should I go look for
her? Catching a waft of the smell
rising from his fur, Kurt made an executive decision to take a shower
first. Popping his back, Kurt ‘ported
to his room and grabbed some towels, heading for his small en suite bathroom,
shucking clothing as he went. I wish
Kitty were here. I want to hold her, to
let her know that everything will be alright.
Kurt stepped into the shower, adjusting the spray so that it
massaged the sore muscles in his upper back.
I wonder if Kitty has any more family members that are going to show
up this week? What did her uncle want
really? Just to take the necklace for
her mother? Something that simple? Kurt leaned his head back, letting the water
sluice down over his face and torso.
His thoughts took a distinctly erotic turn as the rivulets cascaded over
his manhood, the warmth reminiscent of Kitty somehow. Sighing, Kurt rolled his shoulders, imagining Kitty’s hands on his
chest, caressing him the way the water was, moving down his body, running along
the length of his…Hey! Those aren’t
my hands! Kurt’s eyes snapped open
and he yelped, jumping high enough to hit his head on the ceiling of the
bathroom. “Katzchen!”

“Like, hey.”
She knelt on the floor of the shower, tank top and shorts soaked
through. Her hands had been the
ones caressing his length, making his body harden with desire.

“Vas ist going on?” Kurt dropped back down to the
floor, not sure whether to laugh for joy or pinch himself to wake up.

“Logan went to the store with Storm. I came looking for you and heard the shower
running. One two three phase and here I
am…” Kitty stood, holding her arms out for Kurt to step into. “Love me?”

“Hell yes!”
Kurt practically leapt into Kitty’s embrace, eagerly dropping kisses all
over her face. “Katzchen, are you sure
you’re okay?”

“No talk.
Kissies.” She grabbed his face
and tried to pull him to her but he leaned back, forcing her to look him in the
eyes.

“Kitty…”

“Kurt, I’ll talk about it later. Right now I just want you while I can have
you. Logan thinks Scott is in charge of
us while they’re gone. Scott said he’d
warn us if they came back early. We
have an hour…ish.”

“Ah. Well
then…” Kurt pulled Kitty flush against
his body and kissed her deeply, sucking on her tongue in imitation of what he
wanted to be doing lower on her anatomy.
She groaned lightly, grinding her hips to his. “Bed?”

“No….Logan’s sense of smell…” They paused, eying each other worriedly. “He can still smell us even after the
shower, huh?”

“And I don’t have condoms anymore…Verdammt!”

“We don’t have to have sex…” Kitty’s eyes were alight with something
mischevious and, before Kurt could question her, she had dropped to her knees
again. Without another word, Kitty
licked the head of his erection and smiled up at him. Kurt nodded somewhat frantically and closed his eyes, water
pouring over them both now. Kitty took
him part way into her mouth before Kurt realized that she would go unpleasured
if they continued in this manner.

“Katzchen…what about you?” His voice was verging on the ragged now.

“Um, I can take care of me. Later and all.” Kitty was flushing blood red.
God, I shouldn’t have said that.
I don’t want Kurt to know that I do that, even a little.

Kurt felt his heart thump to a standstill then
explode into starburst of primal fantasy.
What could she do? Slap me
and say no? “Um, if you’re going to
do that, you can do it here. Now.” It was Kurt’s turn to be embarrassed. Kitty rocked back, sitting on her
heels. Her face was still bright red
and she could not look him in the eye; Kurt felt the need to apologize. “Look, I’m sorry. I don’t want you to do it if you’re not comfortable.”

“Would you like to see me do it?” Kitty focused her attention on Kurt’s toes.

“Actually, yeah.
Would it make you feel less embarrassed if I did it too?” Kurt swore he would drop dead then and there if she said “gross’, “icky” or any
derivation thereof.

“Would you mind? I mean, if you’re doing it too, I
wouldn’t feel so weird.”

“Okay. Do
you…I don’t know. Need to lay down or
something?”

“You?”

“I’m can do it pretty much anywhere…” Kurt silently clapped a hand over his mouth
but was somewhat less mortified when Kitty smiled at him in good humor.

“Well, I can do this in the shower. I…I have before…” Standing slowly, Kitty peeled her tank top off and stepped out of her shorts and
panties. “Together or who goes first?”

“What does Miss Manners say about mutual
masturbation?” Make her laugh and
she won’t be so tense.

“I think we can start whenever…” Kitty chewed a thumbnail absently. “I mean, if you’re ready, go for it!” She glanced down at his still-present
erection and Kurt followed her eyes.

Nodding in silent assent, Kurt closed his eyes and
grasped the base of his erection. It’s
not like Kitty hasn’t been with you in spirit a hundred times when you’re alone
doing this. Now she’s here in
person. Just relax. You made love to her, for crying out
loud! She’s seen you naked! Kurt chanced a peek through slit eyes and
saw Kitty leaning back against the wall before him. One hand was tweaking a nipple and the other was slowly wending a
path towards the dark patch of hair at the juncture of her thighs. Oh. Okay. Kurt began a
slow but desperate pace, his eyes fixed on Kitty. She, in turn, was staring at him, watching his movements as if
memorizing them. Kurt nearly lost it
when Kitty slowly slid one finger into her depths and let her eyes drift shut. I
wonder if I can die from orgasmic bliss without having an orgasm? Kurt could no longer keep a slow pace, his
hand moving of it’s own volition to relieve some of the tension building in his
lower abdomen. Kitty’s eyes fluttered
open and she smiled a little at her lover, licking her lips in
concentration. Kurt watched as she let
her other hand move between her legs, using both to pleasure herself now; one
hand was working two fingers in and out of what Kurt new to be a silky dampness
while the other rubbed her clitoris, making Kitty mewl in pleasure. Kurt could feel his own release approaching
and moaned her name out loud. “Where?”
He did not want to ejaculate all over her, possibly disgusting her. Kitty shook her head, indicating that she
either did not know or did not care where came. Too late now! Kurt
felt the sticky warmth hit his hand and stomach before the little starbursts in
his brain washed all physical sensation away to replace it with the gut
wrenching pleasure of an orgasm.
Kitty’s moans made his eyes open, though, and he watched as she arched
her back, pushing her sex against her hands. Unable to stop himself, Kurt
dropped to his knees and slid his tongue between her flying fingers, licking at
the juices that were virtually pouring from her. Kitty bit her lip to keep from screaming as Kurt’s ministrations
urged her on to another orgasm on top of the first. She pushed him away with a barely-worded protest about feeling so
good that it hurt. Kurt complied and
fell onto his bottom, letting the water wash off the evidence of their
activities.

“Wow.” Kitty
stood against the wall still, a strange mix of pleasure and embarrassment on
her face.

“Katzchen, don’t feel bad about this. I’ve always had a fantasy about this, you
know…” Kurt was regaining coherent
speech, though his voice was still a little shaky.

“Really? Me
doing this in the shower?”

“Um, really anywhere…” Kurt ducked his head sheepishly and offered Kitty the shower’s
spray.

“I’d better rinse and go. I don’t want to get caught down here…” Kitty hurriedly rinsed off and stepped out into the
bathroom. With a grimace, she pulled on
her wet clothes and stuck her head back in the shower to give Kurt a quick
kiss. “This is just my day to torment
you, isn’t it?”

“I love you for it.”
Kurt returned the kiss and let out a said sigh as he heard her
leave. This relationship certainly
keeps one on their toes.

 

 

A/N Jean and Scott didn’t want to appear until
the next chapter, so look for their little episode then. .



[1] Reina means
“pure” in Yiddish and is a common nickname for Katherine.

[2] Don’t thank
me—thank Joey Tribbiani from FRIENDS.

[3] These are
for you…

[4] Really?

[5] Moss roses
usually signify “confession of love”.
Think about that one.