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Persistence of Memory Chapter Sixteen (NC-17)
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WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta, did the mermaid ever arrive? Check her pockets for your voice… InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink are groovy
for archiving. J ProPhile, don’t be surprised if the Southern
muses team up with the armadillos to turn the heater WAY up…they hate cold
weather. Passionately. It makes them wilt. Readers/Reviewers: I love you. Really.
I mean it. *swoon*
“You’d
think they’d learn by now,” Kitty sighed, snuggling closer to Kurt.
“I’m not
going to point it out if you won’t.”
“Deal,” she
giggled softly, jumping slightly when his tail wrapped around her knee. “Sorry.”
“It’s
okay. It surprises me sometimes.”
“The
eternal gullibility of adults?”
“The fact
the Logan hasn’t noticed the obvious flaw in his plans.”
“Being?”
“Hello? Our
mutations!” She nudged him gently in
the ribs. “Which brings this up…What
did you see on the computer? I mean, I
know what you saw but what did it say?”
“Isn’t this
incentive to keep up with those German lessons?” he chided, not wanting to get
into the subject of any sort of conspiracy.
“Kurt,” she
sighed. “Please?”
“It said
something about a virus, just asking him how he was feeling.”
“That’s
it?”
“Disappointed?”
“Well,
yeah. That’s all it said? Damn it…”
She frowned, chewing her thumbnail idly. “Why would he save that, then?”
“Maybe to
remind him of happier timeKurtKurt suggested, trailing his fingers down her
bare arm. “Maybe it was the last letter
Magneto sent him before he went soft in the head.”
Kitty
managed a shrug. “Maybe.”
“Sometimes,
Kitty, a cigar is just a cigar[1].”
“Why are
you quoting Freud at me?”
“You’re
trying to read things into a situation where there’s nothing hidden.”
“You
honestly think so?”
“If I’m
wrong, I’ll eat my .” .”
She turned
to face him, peering up at him anxiously.
“I’ll hold you to that if it turns out you’re wrong.”
“You won’t
have to,” he promised.
“I just
can’t help but be paranoid. You know
better than anybody what this past year’s been like! Nothing was quite what it
seemed to be for so long that I can’t help but look for the boogeyman in the
shadows!”
Kurt pushed
some strands of hair out of her face and cupped her chin in his hand. “Kitty, for once in your life, you have
nothing to worry about. Absolutely
nothing.”
She stared
at him for a long moment, seeming to read something in his expression before
relaxing visibly. “I believe you.”
“Now, about
this whole forbidden to see each other thing…”
Kitty
giggled and pulled him down for a kiss.
“Two weeks is nothing. We can do
that standing on our heads.”
He groaned
miserably. “Don’t tempt fate, Schatz.”
“You just
said I had nothing to worry about…” She
teased the bottom of his foot with her toes, all the while staring up at him
innocently.
“Have I
ever explained to you how superstitious Rom are?” He traced his tail up her leg, distracting her from any
response. “We don’t like to tempt
fate…”
“Doesn’t
the Catholic bit cancel that out?” she asked, her voice qui quite a
whisper. “I thought there was some
dogmatic thing about superstitions…”
He shrugged,
twisting strands of her hair around his fingers. “Probably. But sometimes
the Rom thing cancels out the Catholic thing.”
“Have you
ever thought about our kids?”
He
froze. “Um…” Carefully, he asked, “Is there something you need to tell me,
Katzchen?”
“Huh? Oh, geez!
No!” When he sighed in marked
relief, she made a moue of annoyance. “Though
I’m glad to see your panic reflex works just fine.” She found his tail and
toyed with it almost absently. “I mean,
what’re we going to do about religion?”
Kurt
groaned, though not entirely because of the subject matter. “Can we talk about this tomorrow? Or even later tonight? I love you dearly, but…” he trailed off
meaningfully.
Kitty
sighed. “Fine, I guess…”
“You guess?”
he asked, sounding aghast. The smile
playing on her lips told him she was teasing in her disapproval, but he still
played the part of the offended party to the hilt.
“I guess,”
she repeated, “though you’re going to have to do something to take my mind off
the subject.”
“I am, am
I?” He paused a hair’s breadth from
kissing her, her soft whimper of disappointment resounding in his ears as he
felt her warmth wash over him. Her
fingers were closed around his tail, squeezing and smoothing the fur
distractedly, her pulse was tangible against his chest. “Logan will smell me on you.”
Kitty
frowned in confusion for a moment. “Oh…damn.”
“Wait,” he
whispered as she began to pull away. He kissed her then, feeling her almost
melt into him, her hands coming around his neck and her hips pressing against
his as they lay in her bed. “We can do
other things…rather…I can do other things.
He can still smell you on me but not the other way around.”
“What do
you mean?”
Kurt did
not answer aloud, just slid his hand down her side to her hip, pulling her to
him again. She kissed him first this
time, on the edge of nervousness after Logan’s warning but wanting to be with
Kurt more than she feared Logan’s reprisals.
She murmured against his throat as he pulled her leg across his,
pressing against her center. She could
not help the sigh that escaped her lips as her unclad femininity rubbed against
Kurt’s growing arousal. “Have I ever expressed my appreciation for your
preference in nightwear?” he murmured as he unbuttoned the front of her
nightshirt.
“There’s an
easier way to do that,” she said. Kurt found himself holding the nightshirt, a
strange feeling of bereftness as she phased then resolidified against him. “See?”
“Ja,” he
purred, “I see.” He could see the pink
blush creeping down her neck to her breasts, the flutter of her eyelids as she
realized just what he was seeing. He
touched her almost reverently, tracing a line of sensation from her lips to her
breasts, pausing as he reached one stiffening nipple. She bit her lip as his lips closed over the peak of flesh, her
own eyes drifting shut as the spaded tip of his tail urged her legs to part for
him. At his first touch against her
dampening flesh, Kitty gripped the sheets beneath her tightly, trying to keep
quiet as Kurt drew on her breast, flicking his tongue against her sensitive
flesh as he spread the evidence of her desire across the folds of flesh between
her thighs. She arched her hips to his
touch, her hands going from the bedding to clutch at his shoulders as she
wordlessly urged him onward. Kitty was
fairly certain that her silence would not last long as Kurt parted her for him,
slid into her just enough to make her gasp aloud before moving to tease her
flesh again, the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs sensitized to the
point of pain. He broke away from her
breast and lifted his eyes to hers, blazing golden yellow searing into her own
brown as she fought to keep from begging him to take her then and there,
knowing he would but knowing they should not.
Kurt saved her from any begging by kissing her before filling her,
making her mewl in satisfied need as she moved against him. She could feel his arousal pressing against
her hip and reached for him only to have him bat her hand away. Before she could try again, he pinned her
hands to her sides and redoubled his efforts at her center, making her try all
the more to get free. The half-hearted
struggle ceased as he moved deeper inside her, brushing against the rough spot
inside that made her shudder and moan into the kiss. She felt like her blood was boiling in her veins and melting her
bones as her climax washed over her. She
could feel the tickling sensation of his fur against her skin where he was not
inside her and the dexterous movement of the part of him within her. Kitty murmured protest as he pulled away,
breaking the kiss a moment later. “Katzchen…”
“That was
unfair to you, wasn’t it?” she breathed, still feeling like tiny electric
shocks were dancing across her skin. She stroked his back fervently, trying to
pull him to her again. “Logan doesn’t
matter…[2]”
“Don’t
tempt me,” he groaned, pulling away reluctantly. “I…um…I need to go have a moment alone.”
Kitty
cleared her throat delicately, reaching for her nightshirt. “I understand…”
He blushed
furiously, willing his desire to fade. Think
of nuns with rulers, painful medical tests, whatever that was Rogue cooked for
dinner, trigonometry, Russian grammar… A flash if Piotr crossed his mind
and he no longer had an obvious issue. “I
wish I could stay with you tonight.”
“Two weeks,”
she said, kissing him briefly. “We’ll
be fine.”
He glanced
at the clock and sighed. “Ten thirty.”
“School
tomorrow…” She yawned. “Sorry.”
“It’s
okay. Gute nacht, Liebes.” He kissed her again and slid from the
bed. “Remember what I said…”
“Nothing to
worry about. You promised.” She smiled and nodded sleepily. “I’m holding you to that.”
He nodded
in return, feeling the first nigglings of worry. “I promise…”
Magneto
held the picture as if it were a holy relic.
God bless teenage hormones, he thought with some amusement. Mystique told him it had been ridiculously
easy to get the picture. All she had to
do was tell Evan she would love to see the house and he left her alone long
enough for her to get it. I need to
give her a raise. This is more
degrading than I can imagine, I’m sure…
He turned the picture over and neatly removed the black cardboard
backing, a folded piece of paper falling out onto his lap. Sentimental old fool… With a tremor that was not there before, he
unfolded the letter and skimmed the fading ink. As always. He
refolded it and put it down on his desk, staring at it as if it were causing
him great physical pain. Why this,
why now? He thought briefly of his
son, of his friend, then of himself, where he lingered the longest. If it had not been for Incubus, he would
have been dead nearly a year. Magneto
closed his eyes, wondering if he would ever feel healthy again, if he would
ever feel like he did in that picture again. He was in 1952 again, sitting in
some nameless diner across from his best friend, the man he considered his
brother. “But you must be seeing
someone about it!”
Charles
shook his head, smiling. “It’s a
cold. It’ll pass.”
“Charles…” Eric laid a friendly hand on the other man’s
arm. “It’s not a cold and you know
it. We both know it. It’s specific to our kind. It’s because of our condition.”
He smiled
sadly. “Let me have my delusion a
little while longer, Eric. You’ve shown
no signs…There’s hope.”
“I haven’t
been entirely honest with you.”
Charles nodded. “I know.”
“How…oh.” Eric stirred his coffee, his hands never
touching the spoon in the cup. “Charles,
I think I know what triggers this.”
“Oh?” He sounded carefully neutral, trying hard
not to be excited.
“It has to
do with that…thing…we’re making.” Eric quickly
stopped the spoon as the waitress came up with their bill. “How?”
“I was
running some of the figures last night and…”
He leaned in close, conspiratorially.
“And we’re using too high a frequency.
It’s interfering with our…abilities.”
“How?”
Eric shook
his head. “We’ll discuss this
later. There’s too many people here…”
“Come to my
house this weekend.” Charles stood,
dropping his napkin next to his plate. “I
just got in a new mare…I think even you will find her biddable.”
“Those
horses will be the death of you,” Eric sighed, also standing. “We’ll talk this weekend.”
“I’ll pick
you up at the train station!”
“Bayville
got a station? Will wonders never
cease?” The two men laughed at the old
joke, walking out into the late afternoon together.
Magneto
opened his eyes to the dark of the late night, over fifty years later. How did we get to be like this, Charles?
[1] After
expounding about oral fixations and phallic imagery, Freud was questioned about
his ever-present cigar. That was his
answer. Hypocrite. He died of oral cancer, oddly enough. Had part of his soft palate and I think part
of his jaw removed due to it. Ironic in
it’s own way.
[2] I have to
make up for this very unfeminist scene later with Kitty dominance I think. ;)
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta, did the mermaid ever arrive? Check her pockets for your voice… InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink are groovy
for archiving. J ProPhile, don’t be surprised if the Southern
muses team up with the armadillos to turn the heater WAY up…they hate cold
weather. Passionately. It makes them wilt. Readers/Reviewers: I love you. Really.
I mean it. *swoon*
“You’d
think they’d learn by now,” Kitty sighed, snuggling closer to Kurt.
“I’m not
going to point it out if you won’t.”
“Deal,” she
giggled softly, jumping slightly when his tail wrapped around her knee. “Sorry.”
“It’s
okay. It surprises me sometimes.”
“The
eternal gullibility of adults?”
“The fact
the Logan hasn’t noticed the obvious flaw in his plans.”
“Being?”
“Hello? Our
mutations!” She nudged him gently in
the ribs. “Which brings this up…What
did you see on the computer? I mean, I
know what you saw but what did it say?”
“Isn’t this
incentive to keep up with those German lessons?” he chided, not wanting to get
into the subject of any sort of conspiracy.
“Kurt,” she
sighed. “Please?”
“It said
something about a virus, just asking him how he was feeling.”
“That’s
it?”
“Disappointed?”
“Well,
yeah. That’s all it said? Damn it…”
She frowned, chewing her thumbnail idly. “Why would he save that, then?”
“Maybe to
remind him of happier timeKurtKurt suggested, trailing his fingers down her
bare arm. “Maybe it was the last letter
Magneto sent him before he went soft in the head.”
Kitty
managed a shrug. “Maybe.”
“Sometimes,
Kitty, a cigar is just a cigar[1].”
“Why are
you quoting Freud at me?”
“You’re
trying to read things into a situation where there’s nothing hidden.”
“You
honestly think so?”
“If I’m
wrong, I’ll eat my .” .”
She turned
to face him, peering up at him anxiously.
“I’ll hold you to that if it turns out you’re wrong.”
“You won’t
have to,” he promised.
“I just
can’t help but be paranoid. You know
better than anybody what this past year’s been like! Nothing was quite what it
seemed to be for so long that I can’t help but look for the boogeyman in the
shadows!”
Kurt pushed
some strands of hair out of her face and cupped her chin in his hand. “Kitty, for once in your life, you have
nothing to worry about. Absolutely
nothing.”
She stared
at him for a long moment, seeming to read something in his expression before
relaxing visibly. “I believe you.”
“Now, about
this whole forbidden to see each other thing…”
Kitty
giggled and pulled him down for a kiss.
“Two weeks is nothing. We can do
that standing on our heads.”
He groaned
miserably. “Don’t tempt fate, Schatz.”
“You just
said I had nothing to worry about…” She
teased the bottom of his foot with her toes, all the while staring up at him
innocently.
“Have I
ever explained to you how superstitious Rom are?” He traced his tail up her leg, distracting her from any
response. “We don’t like to tempt
fate…”
“Doesn’t
the Catholic bit cancel that out?” she asked, her voice qui quite a
whisper. “I thought there was some
dogmatic thing about superstitions…”
He shrugged,
twisting strands of her hair around his fingers. “Probably. But sometimes
the Rom thing cancels out the Catholic thing.”
“Have you
ever thought about our kids?”
He
froze. “Um…” Carefully, he asked, “Is there something you need to tell me,
Katzchen?”
“Huh? Oh, geez!
No!” When he sighed in marked
relief, she made a moue of annoyance. “Though
I’m glad to see your panic reflex works just fine.” She found his tail and
toyed with it almost absently. “I mean,
what’re we going to do about religion?”
Kurt
groaned, though not entirely because of the subject matter. “Can we talk about this tomorrow? Or even later tonight? I love you dearly, but…” he trailed off
meaningfully.
Kitty
sighed. “Fine, I guess…”
“You guess?”
he asked, sounding aghast. The smile
playing on her lips told him she was teasing in her disapproval, but he still
played the part of the offended party to the hilt.
“I guess,”
she repeated, “though you’re going to have to do something to take my mind off
the subject.”
“I am, am
I?” He paused a hair’s breadth from
kissing her, her soft whimper of disappointment resounding in his ears as he
felt her warmth wash over him. Her
fingers were closed around his tail, squeezing and smoothing the fur
distractedly, her pulse was tangible against his chest. “Logan will smell me on you.”
Kitty
frowned in confusion for a moment. “Oh…damn.”
“Wait,” he
whispered as she began to pull away. He kissed her then, feeling her almost
melt into him, her hands coming around his neck and her hips pressing against
his as they lay in her bed. “We can do
other things…rather…I can do other things.
He can still smell you on me but not the other way around.”
“What do
you mean?”
Kurt did
not answer aloud, just slid his hand down her side to her hip, pulling her to
him again. She kissed him first this
time, on the edge of nervousness after Logan’s warning but wanting to be with
Kurt more than she feared Logan’s reprisals.
She murmured against his throat as he pulled her leg across his,
pressing against her center. She could
not help the sigh that escaped her lips as her unclad femininity rubbed against
Kurt’s growing arousal. “Have I ever expressed my appreciation for your
preference in nightwear?” he murmured as he unbuttoned the front of her
nightshirt.
“There’s an
easier way to do that,” she said. Kurt found himself holding the nightshirt, a
strange feeling of bereftness as she phased then resolidified against him. “See?”
“Ja,” he
purred, “I see.” He could see the pink
blush creeping down her neck to her breasts, the flutter of her eyelids as she
realized just what he was seeing. He
touched her almost reverently, tracing a line of sensation from her lips to her
breasts, pausing as he reached one stiffening nipple. She bit her lip as his lips closed over the peak of flesh, her
own eyes drifting shut as the spaded tip of his tail urged her legs to part for
him. At his first touch against her
dampening flesh, Kitty gripped the sheets beneath her tightly, trying to keep
quiet as Kurt drew on her breast, flicking his tongue against her sensitive
flesh as he spread the evidence of her desire across the folds of flesh between
her thighs. She arched her hips to his
touch, her hands going from the bedding to clutch at his shoulders as she
wordlessly urged him onward. Kitty was
fairly certain that her silence would not last long as Kurt parted her for him,
slid into her just enough to make her gasp aloud before moving to tease her
flesh again, the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs sensitized to the
point of pain. He broke away from her
breast and lifted his eyes to hers, blazing golden yellow searing into her own
brown as she fought to keep from begging him to take her then and there,
knowing he would but knowing they should not.
Kurt saved her from any begging by kissing her before filling her,
making her mewl in satisfied need as she moved against him. She could feel his arousal pressing against
her hip and reached for him only to have him bat her hand away. Before she could try again, he pinned her
hands to her sides and redoubled his efforts at her center, making her try all
the more to get free. The half-hearted
struggle ceased as he moved deeper inside her, brushing against the rough spot
inside that made her shudder and moan into the kiss. She felt like her blood was boiling in her veins and melting her
bones as her climax washed over her. She
could feel the tickling sensation of his fur against her skin where he was not
inside her and the dexterous movement of the part of him within her. Kitty murmured protest as he pulled away,
breaking the kiss a moment later. “Katzchen…”
“That was
unfair to you, wasn’t it?” she breathed, still feeling like tiny electric
shocks were dancing across her skin. She stroked his back fervently, trying to
pull him to her again. “Logan doesn’t
matter…[2]”
“Don’t
tempt me,” he groaned, pulling away reluctantly. “I…um…I need to go have a moment alone.”
Kitty
cleared her throat delicately, reaching for her nightshirt. “I understand…”
He blushed
furiously, willing his desire to fade. Think
of nuns with rulers, painful medical tests, whatever that was Rogue cooked for
dinner, trigonometry, Russian grammar… A flash if Piotr crossed his mind
and he no longer had an obvious issue. “I
wish I could stay with you tonight.”
“Two weeks,”
she said, kissing him briefly. “We’ll
be fine.”
He glanced
at the clock and sighed. “Ten thirty.”
“School
tomorrow…” She yawned. “Sorry.”
“It’s
okay. Gute nacht, Liebes.” He kissed her again and slid from the
bed. “Remember what I said…”
“Nothing to
worry about. You promised.” She smiled and nodded sleepily. “I’m holding you to that.”
He nodded
in return, feeling the first nigglings of worry. “I promise…”
Magneto
held the picture as if it were a holy relic.
God bless teenage hormones, he thought with some amusement. Mystique told him it had been ridiculously
easy to get the picture. All she had to
do was tell Evan she would love to see the house and he left her alone long
enough for her to get it. I need to
give her a raise. This is more
degrading than I can imagine, I’m sure…
He turned the picture over and neatly removed the black cardboard
backing, a folded piece of paper falling out onto his lap. Sentimental old fool… With a tremor that was not there before, he
unfolded the letter and skimmed the fading ink. As always. He
refolded it and put it down on his desk, staring at it as if it were causing
him great physical pain. Why this,
why now? He thought briefly of his
son, of his friend, then of himself, where he lingered the longest. If it had not been for Incubus, he would
have been dead nearly a year. Magneto
closed his eyes, wondering if he would ever feel healthy again, if he would
ever feel like he did in that picture again. He was in 1952 again, sitting in
some nameless diner across from his best friend, the man he considered his
brother. “But you must be seeing
someone about it!”
Charles
shook his head, smiling. “It’s a
cold. It’ll pass.”
“Charles…” Eric laid a friendly hand on the other man’s
arm. “It’s not a cold and you know
it. We both know it. It’s specific to our kind. It’s because of our condition.”
He smiled
sadly. “Let me have my delusion a
little while longer, Eric. You’ve shown
no signs…There’s hope.”
“I haven’t
been entirely honest with you.”
Charles nodded. “I know.”
“How…oh.” Eric stirred his coffee, his hands never
touching the spoon in the cup. “Charles,
I think I know what triggers this.”
“Oh?” He sounded carefully neutral, trying hard
not to be excited.
“It has to
do with that…thing…we’re making.” Eric quickly
stopped the spoon as the waitress came up with their bill. “How?”
“I was
running some of the figures last night and…”
He leaned in close, conspiratorially.
“And we’re using too high a frequency.
It’s interfering with our…abilities.”
“How?”
Eric shook
his head. “We’ll discuss this
later. There’s too many people here…”
“Come to my
house this weekend.” Charles stood,
dropping his napkin next to his plate. “I
just got in a new mare…I think even you will find her biddable.”
“Those
horses will be the death of you,” Eric sighed, also standing. “We’ll talk this weekend.”
“I’ll pick
you up at the train station!”
“Bayville
got a station? Will wonders never
cease?” The two men laughed at the old
joke, walking out into the late afternoon together.
Magneto
opened his eyes to the dark of the late night, over fifty years later. How did we get to be like this, Charles?
[1] After
expounding about oral fixations and phallic imagery, Freud was questioned about
his ever-present cigar. That was his
answer. Hypocrite. He died of oral cancer, oddly enough. Had part of his soft palate and I think part
of his jaw removed due to it. Ironic in
it’s own way.
[2] I have to
make up for this very unfeminist scene later with Kitty dominance I think. ;)