Fractals

Fractals Chapter Eighteen (NC-17)
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“Mmm…warm.”
Kitty giggled and snuggled back against Kurt. “I know, but I need to get out of here before Logan comes looking,” she whispered, though she did so half heartedly. “Bed check is in ten minutes.”
“Don’t care,” he replied tartly, his tail wrapping around her thigh. “This is nice. We need nice.”
Kitty agreed silently, stopping her mild struggle to sit up. The room became very quiet for several minutes as she listened to his slow breathing, his heartbeat against her back soothing. Finally, she said quietly, “Do you want to know what your mom and I did today?”
Kurt grew still. “Ja,” he replied, his voice careful. “If you want me to know…”
“Don’t play that with me, Kurt,” she yawned. “Yes or no.”
“Ja, ja, tell me,” he replied, slightly annoyed. He squeezed her hip and pressed a light kiss to the back of her neck. “Katzchen, I don’t need one more thing to worry over…”
Kitty sighed again and shifted, squirming in his arms until she faced him. “I think it’s kind of a good thing we did this actually. I haven’t heard from my mother since Friday night and I haven’t heard from their lawyers or anything, but if we’re going to get outed, maybe this is for the best…” She bit her lip and wondered if telling him was wise after all. “I made your mother executor of my estate.”
“Was?” The word seemed to hang in the air between them, almost palpable. “What does that mean?”
“Well, actually, it’s only part of it…” She launched into the situation in detail. “Your mom is now in charge of all but two million of my money. Legally, it’s hers. Well, all of your family’s. But she’s only doing this until my father’s estate is settled and any legal stuff is out of the way, then she and I have a legal agreement in place that she turns control back to me.”
Kurt blinked. “That’s the big secrecy?” He was almost disappointed. “That’s it?”
She shrugged a freckled shoulder and pushed her hair out of her eyes. “Professor Xavier felt it was best that we let as few people know as possible. I was going to have Logan do this but he’s my adoptive father now. It’d be a reason for my bio-parents to sue…well, my mom now. She could claim he took over my guardianship for the money. Your mom has no legal claim over me so…” she trailed off. “I know it sounds kind of stupid and petty.”
Kurt sighed and kissed her forehead. “Not entirely. You worry too much, Liebes.”
“You mean I worry too much about silly things,” she replied, poking him in the chest with her finger. “You think I should worry more about this photographer guy and about Piotr coming by earlier. I think it’s all a bunch of bull. Magneto’s not so stupid as to let the Brotherhood Junior League do something like that. Even he can tell this is not a good time for mutants to be public, not with all the xenophobia1 in the world right now.” She began tracing strange designs down his arm to his wrist and back up again, ruffling his fur, as she began to drift off into thoughts of what might be. “You don’t honestly think they will, do you?”
“I’m not sure what to think about them anymore, Kitty,” he admitted, tangling his fingers in her hair and tilting her face up so he could look into her eyes. “Todd and Lance are here now and they seem… alright. Rogue used to be among them and she’s one of my best friends and my sister now… Wanda and Tabby seem…like them.” He trailed off, realizing he was making little sense. “I don’t know,” he repeated. With a sigh, he stretched his legs and back, his tail tightening around her leg. “If it happens… what do you think we should do?”
“We us or we _us_?” The emphasis on the second phrase indicated a more intimate situation, as did her wiggling eyebrows.
“We as in all of us, first. Then you and me.” He ran his fingers lightly down her spine, stopping at the dimples at the base, just before the swell of her buttocks. “Pictures are already out there. It’s just a matter of time before people start to believe… Those mindwipes the Professor and Emma performed could only reach so many people. Even then, they weren’t perfect.”
Kitty made a low humming noise of assent in her throat as she slid her hands around to his back and up to his neck where her fingers wove into his hair. “It’s surreal, almost… If we’re found out, the world will change. And it’s not even like we can help being this way… It’s not like we’re mutants for effect or something.” She pressed a kiss to the hollow of his throat and lingered a moment before continuing, “I think that the worst thing we can do now is freak out. If we start getting megatwitchy, it’ll look worse for us to those photo guys.” She shrugged slightly in his embrace and slid her leg over his, her bare flesh tantalizing against his. “I know it sounds like I’m underreacting but you know, skulking around and going everywhere with an escort and being all reclusive is just going to make it look like we have something to hide.”
“So you disagree with what they told us earlier? You think we should just go on like normal and deal with that guy from the Daily Planet as it comes?” The tip of his tail began a slow path up the back of her thigh and he smiled inwardly as gooseflesh sprang up on her limbs and she sighed softly.
“Yeah,” she breathed, closing her eyes. “Most of us, no offense, ar vis visible mutants and we keep our powers to ourselves. And you have the holo in case you go off the grounds and the Professor said he’s getting a restraining order against whathisname… Olsen!” She gasped softly as the tip of his tail found the folds of her sex, still damp from their earlier activities. He was not hard against her yet but she could tell he was planning on something. “Kurt, it’s less than five minutes…”
His only response to that was a slight murmur before continuing to discuss the prevailing situation. “If the Brotherhood does this, Katzchen, things could get very bad for us.” He slipped the tip of his tail into the pink petals of her sex, pausing when she tenses momentarily, only moving again when she relaxed against him. Finding the pearl of her desire, he began to trace careful, small circles there, making her sigh again and her face and throat and chest color prettily. “I don’t even want to imagine the worst.”
“Then don’t,” she replied hazily, starting to move her hips slightly, her eyes fluttering closed. “Don’t.” She whimpered quietly as he dipped his tail into her waiting depths before returning to the tight bundle of nerves and flesh at the apex of her sex. “Just worry about school,” she added thickly, “and Piotr being in love with your sister.”
“Mmm, don’t spoil my mood,” he groused, but it was without real malice. He could feel her shiver slightly as he increased the pace of his attentions and smiled. They fell into a heated silence as he plied his attentions with her body, making her gasp and moan softly as he seemed to be memorizing the feel of her body against his, tracing and pleasuring her sex with his tail, kissing her face and throat and holding her close. He knew when she was near her release when her eyes flew open and her lips parted in an O of surprise, the warmth coursing through her and into him, it seemed. He buried his face in her hair and inhaled deeply of her scent, both that of the lilac of her shampoo and the headier scent of her arousal and release as she quivered and moved against him, shaking slightly as he pulled his tail away after what seemed like forever. “Kitty…”
“Shhhh,” she breathed, not wanting to look at the clock. “I know.” She moved away from him and hurriedly dressed, plotting the best way to get to the room she now shared with Rahne without getting caught. “I have to leave tomorrow morning, Kurt. Come with Logan to drop me off?”
“Ja, of course,” he agreed, watching her dress. “I do love you, Liebes.”
“Me too, Fuzzy,” she smiled, blowing him a kiss. “See you in the morning.” She phased through his door and checked both ways down the hall, satisfied herself that she was alone in the corridor, and ran lightly down the hall to her room. She missed the dark form detaching itself from the shadows of the stairwell in her wake, tucking it’s prized object away and smiling at the cleverness inherent it’s sort. He was stronger now, no thanks to some, and strong enough to do his own tasks rather than having others do it for him. Soon, he soothed himself inwardly, soon it would be done and he would have rewareward.

1 Xenophobia is the fear of strangers or fear of the unusual.