Galatea

Galatea Chapter Sixteen (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE (tm), Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta...Beauregard wants to keep Paul the Pumpkin for himself. *sniffle* Noooooo! InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink and Dracena are cookie filled goodness for archiving/hosting. *G * ProPhile is slowly rejoining, lol... Readers/Reviewers: Thank you!!!!! And the ducks are arranging another cabaret show...they scare me. A lot.



Kitty nearly screamed as she stepped out of the shower. "Don't do that!" she cried, swatting at Kurt ineffectually.
He unfolded from his crouch on her narrow counter top and smiled. "I just wanted to see how you were doing this morning..." He narrowed his eyes at her. "And how are you feeling?"
"Like, so totally fine!" she chirped, hating the sound of her own voice. She edged past him and shivered as she headed into the cool bedroom. "Fine as frog hair!"
"You've been talking to Paige," he groaned, stepping in front of her. "Why are you talking like that again?"
"I don't know what you mean!" she lied, busying herself at her dresser.
Kurt sighed, then felt inspired. "I know how to make you tell me," he purred, tugging at the towel wrapped around her damp, naked body.
"Kurt," she protested, blushing as the towel slid down a bit, exposing the tops of her breasts to his seeking fingers. "I'm trying to get dressed!" _I will not be impulsive, _ she swore to herself, struggling to pull the towel back up as she retrieved underwear from the top drawer.
"And I'm trying to stop you," he pointed out, tugging one more time and smiling in triumph as the towel dangled from his fingertips.
Kitty sighed and turned to face him, her hands on her hips and stark naked. "Kurt..."
"Katzchen," he said quietly, dropping the towel and slipping his arms around her waist, "please?"
She bit her lip. Is it really impulsive, she wondered, or is this paying attention to my partner's needs? _ And who the hell wrote that quiz? _ "Okay."
Kurt kissed her, parting her lips under his as he slid his hands down to her rear, pulling her closer. He felt her sigh and lean against him, her fingers tangling in his hair as she titled her head, letting him deepen the kiss. What he could feel of her skin was warm and soft, seeming to melt to him as he moved towards her bed, still unmade in the early morning. Kitty let him lead her, not quite breaking the kiss as he turned so that she would be on her back as he pushed her gently onto the bed. She smiled faintly up at him and held out her arms as he stood between her knees. "Something else first," he said slyly, kneeling before her.
Kitty sat bolt upright. "No, let me..."
"Kitty," he sighed, running his hands up her bare thighs, "please let me?"
She blinked. "Would you say...you needed to?"
"Ja..."
"Okay." She laid back and closed her eyes as his breath teased her folds a moment before his tongue did. She sighed and felt warmth spread through her entire body as his hands roamed over her thighs and hips and stomach, reaching for her breasts as she murmured appreciation. Kurt parted her flesh and delved into her femininity, laving and nipping, suckling her tender flesh as her hands fell to her side, her fingers clutching at the sheets and blanket. She sighed again and raised her hips, offering herself silently as he increased his pace, lapping at her desire as if it could save him from damnation. Kitty cried out softly as his tongue dragged across the burgeoning pearl of her need, his fangs threatening but never wounding delicate flesh. She felt the familiar wave starting to crest, building slowly in a golden heat of desirous necessity as he fervently made love to her with his tongue and lips and hands, stroking her everywhere his mouth was not. She arched her back as she reached her end, pressing against him, begging him wordlessly for more even as her body felt flooded by sensation to the point of overload. She pushed him away tenderly, panting even as she shuddered in remnants of release.
Kurt moved to lay beside her, kissing a path up her stomach, circumventing her breast to kiss her shoulder before nuzzling her neck. "Ich liebe dich."
"I love you, too," she breathed. She opened her eyes blearily and murmured low in her throat. "I have to help Jean and Beast this morning..."
Kurt sighed, painfully aroused and damning his sense of timing. "Tonight then?"
"Eight o'clock, here," Kitty nodded purposefully.
He laughed faintly at her businesslike manner. "I guess it's just as well. I'm due a call from Mama at nine and it's ten till now..."
"See you later then," she murmured, drawing him down for another kiss.
He broke away regretfully. "Not if you keep doing that...I'll never leave..."
She smiled and sat up as he stood, noting his glance at her navel. "Yes, it's still there."
"Ah..."
"Kurt," she began, but paused. "Okay."
"Okay?"
"I'll take it out because you want me to."
"Kitty..."
"No, I'll do it," she sighed. "Here." Grudgingly, she unscrewed the barbell and pulled it free of sore flesh. "Happy?"
"Not as much as I thought I would be," he admitted as she handed it to him.
"Well, like, it's no big deal, ya know?" she bubbled, her eyes flat and dull while her voice lilted. "Anything to make you happy..."
Kurt had a bad feeling about that.

Jubilee glared at her cereal. "It's too loud."
"Quoi?"
"It crackles in milk too loud."
"Mebbe you jus' be needin' more sleep," he chuckled. He thought she looked adorable half asleep, leaning over her cereal in an old t-shirt and a stolen pair of his boxer shorts with her hair pointing in a hundred different directions, but he was not going to tell her that before caffeine. He knew it might earn him a handful of sparklies in a sensitive place to do so.
"Maybe," she yawned, pushing her cereal around. "What're you doing up?" she asked, eyeing his attire. "And dressed up?"
"Ah, Belle got some meetin' in de city an' I'm drivin' her. Wanna come with?"
Jubilee had a flashing urge to snarl and say no, but instead, she smiled lopsidedly, the effort straining her mind in the early morning, and said, "Sure. I'd love to. Just need to slap on some clothes and make up..."
"You don' need no make up," he responded quickly. "You look better widdout."
"Remy," she said strangely, "you never told me that."
He had the strong feelie wae was treading on thin ice. "Um, I jus' mean dat you look too old wid dat stuff on yo' face..."
She frowned into her rice crispies.1 "How much older?"
"Uh..."
"I mean," she went on, not looking up, "I wouldn't mind looking twenty one. I could buy my own beer then instead of stealing it from you and Logan...but thirty would be too old..."
"Chere," he began, but paused. "I take it back. I jus' talkin' too much too early."
Any response she might have made was cut off by Belladonna's sweeping entrance. Dressed in a light pink peignoir and matching negligee, she yawned prettily and smiled. "Bon matin, mes amis."
"Mornin', Belle," Remy sighed, averting his eyes from her clearly visible figure.
"Yo." Jubilee's frown grew to epic proportions as she took in Belladonna's attire and compared it to her own. "You're up early."
"Mmm...oh, Remy, is that your famous coffee?" she laughed. "I could use a cup or ten!"
"De cream in de fridge," he said politely, glancing worriedly at Jubilee.
"Jubilation," Belladonna continued, "you look absolutely beat...are you feelin' fine?"
"Just peachy," Jubilee snapped, then caught herself. "In fact, I was about to go get dressed and come along with you two to the city."
Belladonna smiled pleasantly. "Be sure to put some concealer on those bags under your eyes, cherie. Don' want folks thinkin' you been up all night doin' unladylike things."
Privately, Jubilee thought Bellna wna would not recognize lady like if it came up and bit her on the ass, but she refrained from stating that out loud. Instead, she murmured, "And don't want folks thinking Remy's robbing the cradle."
Remy choked on his coffee as Belladonna smirked and replied "Jus' how old are you, enfant?"
Jubilee's smile grew edged. "Well, probably," she paused and let her gaze sweep over Belladonna, "from the looks of things, half your age." She swept from the room with slightly less grace than Belladonna had entered it, managing not to stomp up the stairs. _I'll show him too young... _

1 And if life gives you crispies, eat them. Right, Foxy? ;)