Forever

FOREVER—Ch.16 (NC-17)

 

 

 

A/N Special thank yous to Foxfeather and InterNutter for all
their help. Foxfeather also gets
special thanks for letting me flood her inbox with fic lately. J Anything you recognize is not mine and
belongs to people with lots of lawyers and lots of money…so there.

A/N 2 To everyone who has reviewed this story (hell, any of
my stories), you people ROCK! Thanks!

 

 

 

 

“You know,
you make it verdammt hard for me to be good…”

“You’re
always good, Kurt.” Kitty turned her
head to meet his mouth, melting into his embrace.

“Ahem.”

“Oh. Sorry, Storm.” Kitty scooted a discrete distance away, still holding Kurt’s hand
and leaving one leg draped over his lap but no longer within kissing
distance.

“Watch your
movie, children.” Storm turned her
attention to her needlework, a massive piece depicting Anubis before a
pyramid. I’m not sure what they did,
but I know Scott was not watching them the entire time Logan and I were gone…

Kitty
snuggled into the sofa cushions and cast a sideways glance at Kurt. He was idly
toying with her fingers, his eyes focused on the movie. I think I’m turning into a wicked
woman. Yaya would laugh, I think. She always said I had more love and passion
in me than my parents knew what to do with. Kurt snuck a glance at her and caught her stare, winking in the
dark. Gulp.

“I was
serious you know. I want to court you
properly before we go to bed again.”
Kurt’s voice was a low murmur, pitched so that Storm would not hear his
words even if she heard his voice.

“Did I blow
your plans earlier then?” Kitty
responded in the same low tone, careful of the ever-present ears of the
mansion.

“Not
quite…I want to take you out on a date tomorrow.” Why am I nervous?
We’re lovers, for crying out loud!
“I’d like to go into town, on a proper date. Not that dinner the other night wasn’t fun…”
Kurt was inwardly pleased to see her blush.

“Um, that
would be nice. You have anywhere in
mind?” Kitty noted Storm turning her
head slightly to listen in on the conversation. Ha! We’re on the up
and up, here. Neener-neener-neener!

“If I can
borrow the car, I’d like to go into town and maybe see a movie or
something. Go to the zoo?”

“That’d be
nice. I’ve been meaning to go see the
gorillas. I hear they had a baby.” Storm snorted behind her and Kitty realized
how much like a married couple they sounded: Oh, I’d love to go see the
So-and-sos, I hear they had a new baby. We should take over a casserole! Kurt apparently thought so, too, because he
chuckled. “We can feed the goats at the
petting zoo…” Kitty knew that she
sounded childishly excited but she did not care.

Kurt tugged on her ponytail and
smiled back at her. “Whatever you want, Katzchen!”

“And who will you take as your
chaperone?” Storm’s soft voice cut into
their world.

“Er. Remy?” Kitty scrambled
and grabbed the first name that popped into her mind.

“Nein!” Last thing I want on a date is a lady killer. “Um, Jamie?”

“Too young. Try again, children.” Storm settled her needle work into it’s bag
and regarded them in anticipation.

“Er…Amara?”

“Amara?” Kurt raised his eyebrows at Kitty, not sure whether to laugh or
cry foul.

“Amara it is, then. I’ll inform her in the morning.” Storm gathered

“Nein!” and “No!” sounded at the
same time.

“Kitty, Kurt—you have to take
someone with you. Pick a chaperone!”

“You?” Kitty asked hopefully.

“I have things I need to do around
here. Dr. McCoy is out of the question
for the obvious reasons and Logan and the Professor will be out of pocket until
Wednesday…” Storm trailed off, waiting for
the inevitable gleam in teenaged eyes at the revelation that their “keepers”
would be gone.

“More trouble in D.C.?” Kurt, for his credit, did seem genuinely
concerned.

“There is to be another senate
hearing on several matters relating closely to mutants and the Professor has
been asked to come speak.” Storm rose
carefully, mindful of her lapful of needlework and sharp pointy things. “This does not mean that you have license to
sneak around like you have been known to do.
We want to trust you both but it is very difficult when you insist on
breaking the rules.”

Kurt and Kitty glowered at this
insult to their integrity, earning a clucking noise of reproof from Storm. “I’ll ask Rogue if she wants to come along,”
Kurt finally sighed.

Storm nodded her approval and bid
them goodnight, leaving with the reminder that Logan was still in the
house until tomorrow morning so they should watch themselves. “I think Logan’s lurking around, then.” Kitty said when Storm finally left. “Hiding around corners, trying to hear or
see or smell something.”

“Don’t be mad, Katzchen. They really are doing all this because they
care.” Kurt tugged on her hand,
bringing her against his chest. The
movie still played across the screen before them but neither were paying much
attention.

“I know, but I’m just really
frustrated and annoyed…” Kitty poked
Kurt in the chest with one finger, “Do you think backing off and taking things
slow now will really make things any easier on us?”
“To be honest, not
really. But I want to do this right, to
have a courtship before we go to bed with each other.”

“No sex, then. What can we do?”

“Um…stuff…” A movement in the corner of his eye had made
Kurt suddenly wary. Steering the
subject away from potentially treacherous grounds, Kurt captured Kitty’s poking
finger and directed her attention to the screen. “You like the movie, Katzchen?”

“It’s really familiar—what’s it
called?” Kitty turned her head just
enough to see the screen, keeping her face pressed against Kurt’s fur.

“Der Himmel uber Berlin[1]. They based City of Angels on it.”
Kurt settled further back, drawing Kitty with him. This is the closest we’re going to come to sleeping together
for a long time…enjoy it now. Kurt
only kept one eye on the movie, though.
Someone was lurking just out of sight in the kitchen and he had sinking
feeling about who it was.

Kitty’s murmur made him twitch in
surprise. “What’re you looking for?”

“What makes you think I’m looking
for something?” Kurt dropped a few
kisses onto the crown of Kitty’s head and wrapped his tail around her wrist,
caressing the inside the soft skin found there. The shadow in the kitchen moved again, gaining his full
attention. Continuing his caresses,
Kurt shifted just slightly to more fully face the kitchen. Kitty murmured in protest but soon settled
back against his chest, reading the subtitles to the German film. Come out come out wherever you are. The shadow moved again and Kurt caught
the silhouette of pointed hair. Gotcha!


“Find it?” Kitty was still staring at the screen,
belying the fact that she was actually attuned to Kurt’s physical
responses. His heart is beating
faster than usual and he’s breathing harder.
It’s like he’s an animal scenting something. My fuzzy hunter…

“Yeah,” he breathed. “Pay attention to the movie—if you miss the
subtitles you’ll be lost.”

“You can translate for me.”

“Not if I’m paying attention to
something else.” What’s Logan up
to? Trying to catch us out? Ha!
We’ll show him! Kurt was
sprawled, half-on half-off the couch with Kitty twisted so that her legs were
across his hips and her head was against his chest, the rest of her on the
cushion next to him. Should I move
her? Nah. We can be proper in this position. Nice and proper and ignore Kitty’s breath on your fur. Be a good mutant. Kitty had shifted again and was sniffling against his chest,
her warm breath moving the soft fur there.
She was fighting the urge to cry over the sad scene playing out between
the characters on screen and her choked whimpers were not only inciting Kurt’s
need to comfort her but were attracting increased attention from their watcher
in the kitchen. Kurt rubbed her back
with one hand while letting his tail stroke her cheek. “It’s just a movie, Katzchen, don’t cry.”

“But it’s so…” Kitty let herself go then, sobbing into his
fur.

“So
what? It’s not really sad…”

“But it’s
so…beautiful!” A cross between a snort
and a sigh issued from the kitchen and Kurt shot a glare in their duenna’s
direction before nuzzling Kitty once again.


“Guess you
don’t want to watch the next movie?
It’s called In weiter Ferne, so nah! [2]”

“Subtitles?”

“Of
course. I don’t want to force you into
immersion German just yet!” Kurt
shifted Kitty off of him with a bare whimper of protest from her and set about
switching DVDs in the machine.

“Just
yet? What’s that supposed to
mean?” She sounded mock-indignant and
Kurt grinned at her.

“Well, when
you meet my family it’d surprise the heck out of them if you spoke
German…” And I’d love it if our kids
spoke their father’s native language.

“Oy.” Kitty sank back into the couch again. “I haven’t really thought about meeting your
family.” Stress is not my friend.
She moved over for Kurt to join her on the couch and this time she
leaned back, drawing him to her. He lay
against her chest, one ear against her ribs and listening to her heart. She felt him sigh as the movie started and
secretly thrilled at the electric jolt his breath sent through her body. They
remained in comfortable silence for several minutes before Kurt rolled slightly
to look up at her face.

“My family
isn’t scary, you know.”

“Not to
you…you know them!” Kitty huffed in
frustration. “Can we talk about this
after the movie? Please?”

Kurt sighed
again and lay back down, twining his legs with hers. “Okay. I’ll add it to the long list of things you
keep promising to talk about later.”
Kurt regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth; beneath him,
Kitty went perfectly still and her heart began racing. In the kitchen, Logan’s shadow stopped it’s
back-and-forth movement across the wall.
Shit.

“I’m sorry
that I have so much to deal with right now that I can’t be Little Mary Sunshine
and Mister Rogers rolled into one! I
just can’t talk about some things right now, not when I’m under this much
stress.”

“Kitty, I’m
sorry. I didn’t mean to pick at
you.” Kurt frantically ran his hand up
and down her arm, trying to soothe her.
Kitty’s eyes still snapped fire, though, despite his efforts.

“I think I
want to go to bed now.”

“Vas?”

“Get
up. I want to go to bed now.” Kitty moved beneath him, forcing him to sit
up.
“Kitty, wait!”

“Kurt, I’m
so tired right now. I just…I need to
rest. I need to get this all sorted out
and maybe then I can talk about this.”
Her voice no longer sounded angry but merely exhausted. “I’m sorry.”

Kurt knew
there were tears in his eyes when he nodded.
Reaching out a tentative hand, he have her a squeeze on the
shoulder. “I love you.”

“Me,
too.” Kitty smiled sadly and returned
his gesture with an affectionate pat on the hand. “Kurt, you have to understand.
I’m not mad at you. I’m mad at
what’s going on. I want to be totally
open with you, but I can’t do that just yet.
I’ve got what Jubilee calls major issues.”

“Ja…figured
that one out.” I’m the cause of some of them, aren’t I?

“Don’t you
dare get that look on your face Kurt Wagner!
None of this is your fault! If
anything, it’s my parents’ fault. We
just have to ride it out.” Kitty closed
her eyes and ducked her head. Her
silence stretched for several minutes, buzzing in Kurt’s ears. His hand still rested on her shoulder and he
could see Logan was still in the kitchen, his shadow pitched against the wall
like some ghostly guardian. When she
spoke again, her voice was small.
“Rewind the movie? I think I
missed some important parts.” She sat
back down on the couch next to him and resumed her position lying against one
arm of the seat.

“Ja, of
course…” Kurt drew a shuddering breath
and punched the “rewind” button on the remote.
“You sure you’re not too tired?”

“I am still
tired, but I think I’d be worse off without you here.” Kitty laced her fingers through his and
stared resolutely at the screen, the movie now playing from the beginning. Kurt studied her face for several moments
before reaching forward to gently kiss her on the chin.

“Me too,
Katzchen.” Both of them heard the
gruff sigh that issued from the kitchen.

 

Damn
it. It’s too dark to see. Why does he have to wear all black when we
meet like this? A little reflective
tape never hurt anyone. Amara
peered through the bars of the front gate, her eyes straining in the
darkness. Is that him or a squirrel? The faint rustle issued from some shrubs
nearby and she was staring intently into their dark leafy depths when a breath
on her ear made her freeze.

“Looking
for someone, Princess?” Lance’s voice was smug, even as a whisper.

“Mmm. Just wondering if my date would show before
you did.” Amara tensed at his sharp
intake of breath, ready to wheel on him and defend herself if necessary.

“Better
hope he doesn’t show up at all, if he knows what’s good for him…” Lance grasped her shoulder and forced her to
turn and look for him. “What’s the deal
with Kitty and Freak Boy? Are they
still together?” Do I care?

Ouch.
Amara tossed her hair and let her best imperial-haughty expression slide into
place. “Yes. But they’re on strict supervision. They can’t even be alone for a few moments without the Professor
and Logan…checking…for activity.” She
stepped away, letting Lance’s hand drop back to his side. “We need to come up with something
else. The tape isn’t working as planned
and I don’t believe that waiting this out will get us anywhere.” She was not sure how to read the expression
on Lance’s face. Was it anger?
Hope? Desire? All of the above? An idle
buzzing near her ear followed by a slight sting made Amara shake her head in
mild disgust. “Let’s get inside. I refuse to be eaten alive by mosquitoes
while you glower.” Without giving him a
chance to respond, Amara moved past him and picked out her usual path through
the lights back to the mansion. She
could hear Lance huffing behind her, his steps coming at a jog.

“Well,
what’s your plan then, Queen of Evil?”
He was mildly winded by the time he caught up to her.

‘It’s in
formulation.” They had reached the
shadow of the mansion and Lance paused to stare up at the sheer height and
breadth of the building. Amara tugged
on his arm to force his steps, leading him to the side door that was once used
as a servant’s entrance. “Be quiet—this
opens into the laundry room. I covered
the camera in here earlier, but the audio is still on.” Quietly, Amara pushed the door open wide
enough to slip inside. Lance followed,
barking his shin on the doorframe and stifling a curse.

“What was
that?” Lance was sure he’d heard steps
behind him as he slid through, right before Amara shut the door.

Amara
thumped him on the shoulder with an open fist and gestured for silence. Renewing her grip on his wrist, she pulled
him behind her out of the laundry room and into the short hallway leading off
the longer one that housed the study and the library. “This is the tricky part.”
Lance gulped—if Amara thought it was tricky, it would be hard as Hell
for him! She stuck close to the wall,
flattening out against it when footsteps echoed from somewhere ahead of
them. Lance hoped that she could not
feel his hand shaking. His fear of
Logan was second only to his fear of one of the Brotherhood finding his secret
stash of Russian novels under the bed.
They finally reached the end of the long hallway and Amara paused. A pool of light spilled from the rec room,
accompanied by the sounds of a movie.

“Is that them?”
Lance hissed in her ear. The movie was
in German and he could hear murmured conversation, too intimate a sound to be
mere friends sharing a film.

“If you
don’t shut up, I’m going to scream.”
When Lance had tensed behind her, she was sure they were as good as
caught. If he makes a scene over her
right now, I swear I’ll tell everyone who will listen that he forced me to let
him in the mansion. Lance let out a
long breath somewhere above her head and she nodded to herself, answering an
unasked question. On cat feet, she led
him up the stairs and past several doors.
With each step further into the mansion, she could feel him grow more
nervous and tense. An unexpected wave
of anticipatory nervousness washed over Amara herself when they reached her
room; she saw her hand shake as she turned theb anb and hoped to God that he
could not feel it. It’s just Lance,
for fuck’s sake. Someone to practice on
until Scott sees the light.

“Somehow, I
thought you’re room would look different.” Lance broke the grip she had on her
hand and wandered around Amara’s room, picking up objects and putting them
down, examining everything in minute detail.
She shut the door with a quiet click and watched as Lance
examined her life.

“What were
you expecting?”

“Knowing you,
whips and chains and an iron maiden.”
He grinned at her snort and flung himself on the bed. “So, how quiet do we have to be?”

“Mmmm. Pretty quiet. Everyone is asleep or downstairs, but these rooms aren’t
soundproof.” Amara joined him, sitting
near him but not touching.

“So why did
you want me here instead of coming over to see me? I don’t like sneaking around here.”

“Something
at the boarding house made me sick. I
was ill all morning…” Amara felt mildly
embarrassed sharing details of her bodily functions with a male, especially
Lance, but her intimate knowledge of his body functions tempered the
embarrassment somewhat.

“Puking?” Uh oh.
Is she on the pill? Lance felt all the blood drain from his face.

“Of
course. That was one of the first
things I did when I came here. I had a
complete physical and got on birth control.”
That had been one of the more mortifying events of Amara’s life, her
first visit to the gynecologist, but she had decided when she first came to the
Institute that she needed to be prepared for any and all contingencies while
living in close proximity to males. In
her secret heart, she had wanted to be prepared should Scott ever proposition
her, but she had been waiting so long for that…

“So you’re
not pregnant then?”

“I don’t
think so. In fact, I am almost positive
that I’m not.”

“Almost?” Lance sat up, startled.

“No birth
control method is fool proof, but the chances of me being pregnant are so
infinitesimal that it is not even worth considering.” A faint shadow of doubt
scudded across Amara’s mind, though. Never foolproof…shit. I can’t be.
No. Impossible.

“I swear
Amara, if you got knocked up…” Lance’s voice was rising in what Amara thought
was anger but was actually panic.

“Like I’d
do it on purpose! Fuck all, Lance. I’m not pregnant.” She shoved against his chest and he fell
back in acquiescence. The mere
suggestion of sexual activity made him roll over like a puppy for Amara, a fact
she was finding very useful. “Now. The tape is somewhere in the computer lab
and I think we should get it back. I
don’t want it lying around for anyone to find.
One of them might figure out it was us.”

“Why is it
there?” Lance was watching Amara as she
fiddled with her hair, finding the sight extremely erotic. Kitty never looked like that, like sex on
two legs.

“They ran
it through the voice analyzer to determine it wasn’t Kitty…All of our voice
prints are on file but they were just checking against hers and Kurt’s. No one thought to cross check against anyone
else on file.” Finally removing all the
barrettes and her ponytail holder, Amara fluffed her hair out over her
shoulders and let it fall to cover her stiffening nipples. She found the sight of Lance laying against
her pillows to be quite breathtaking in its own way and her usual image of
Scott naked and sweating was replaced with a memory of Lance naked and
sweating.

“So, how do
we get it back?” His voice snapped her
out of her reminisence.

“We steal
it. And soon. Tonight, preferably.”

“Tonight?” Damn.
I wanted to get laid, too!

“Well,
later on tonight. After everyone is in
bed.” Amara arched her back in a
mock-yawn, thrusting her breasts out for Lance’s eyes to peruse.

“Mmm. So.
How do we kill time until then?”
Lance reached out and pinched one nipple hard, drawing a brief yelp from
Amara before she slapped his hand away.


“Who said
you could do that?”

“You’re
always in charge. For once I’d like to
be the one calling the shots here!” He
let out a sharp breath in exasperation, pushing his bangs back from his face
with his hands.

“You want
to be in charge then?” Hmmm. I think this could be interesting. “It won’t be like in the car, will it? I don’t think I’d like that. I may even have a permanent headache if that
happens.”

“I’ll do
whatever you want.” Lance rose to all
fours, crawling the short distance that separated them. “Anything…”
He captured her earlobe between his teeth and nipped hard.

“How’s that
being in charge, then?” Amara heard the
tremor in her voice and held her breath, waiting for Lance to pounce on the
weakness. When he did not and merely
continued nibbling his way down her neck to her collarbone, she sighed.

“Well, you
tell me what you’d like and I do it, but it would be me doing it to you, not
the other way around. You’d be…I dunno…passive.” Lance had reached her collarbone and was laving it lightly,
watching the goosebumps rise across Amara’s skin.

“Anything?”

“Anything
you want.” Whoa. I’m sounding like such a nancy boy. Got to nip that in the bud. “I think I can figure it out, what you
like. I mean, we’ve fucked…five
times? More or less.” Lance pulled Amara’s shirt up so that her
breasts were exposed, braless and pebbling in the cool air of the room. Before she could respond, Lance bit her soft
flesh hard, not hard enough to draw blood but still enough to inflict
pain. She gasped and moaned, sinking
her hands into his hair. “Yesssss.” Throwing her head back, Amara let Lance
repeat the bite on her other breast before laying back and taking him down with
her. “Whatever you want…”

“Whatever I
want?” Lance lifted his head in
semi-surprise.

“Yeah…oh….” His hands had found her nipples again and
were alternately pinching and rubbing them as his mind whirled. I
think I can get the hang of this submissive thing so long as he k doi doing
that…I wonder if Scott would do that for me?

Lance had latched his mouth onto one nipple again and was gently
gnawing on it while he slid one hand down to her waist, trying to unfasten her
jeans. “Why’d you tense up?”

Amara raised her head lazily, eying
Lance through a sexual fog. “Did
I?” Shit. At the thought of Scott, she had suddenly felt guilty. Is it because I feel like I’m cheating on
Lance or on him?

“Yeah. Why?” When she did not
answer, he pulled away and sat up.
“Were you thinking of him?” Bitch.
If she was thinking of Summers, I may kill him. Whoa.
Where did that come from?
Amara’s just a lay, someone to fuck…why do I keep thinking of hethouthough? I mean, she’s great in bed and
really into that kinky shit, which is cool since Kitty is frozen from the waist
down…

“Doesn’t matter, does it? He’s not here and you are.”
Amara pulled her shirt back down and sat up. “Jealous?”

“Actually….” Lance seemed to be thinking hard about
something. His eyes grew wide and he
looked up at Amara. “Yes.”

 

Remy found Jamie hovering in the
hallway outside his room, looking faintly ill but generally pleased with
himself. “What you find out, p’tite homme?”

“We have to find a tape.”

“Quoi?”

“A tape in the computer lab. And Amara’s sleeping with Lance.” Remy felt his jaw drop as Jamie bounced down
the hall.

“When did I move into Peyton
Place?”[3]

 

 

 

TBC

 

A/N Kitty breaks down, people scatter to the winds, and pretty much
everyone gets in trouble.



[1] German film
by Wim Wenders that’s called Wings of Desire in English-language
release. It’s better than City of
Angels, but both are still very good movies.

[2] The follow
up of sorts to Der Himmel uber Berlin.
It’s called Far away, so close! And follows the angel’s path
of being human from the first movie.
Kurt’s into German cinema all of a sudden. Who’d a thunk it?

[3] Old soap
opera known for it’s melodrama and plot twists.