We Can Explain...

We Can Explain... Chapter Nineteen-17)-17)
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Sometimes, Logan loved his job. "Go. To. Bed!" The sight of Scott falling backwards off Kitty's bed, Kurt leaping to cling to the ceiling and Jubilee swallowing her gum at the same instant Lance screamed like a girl and Todd spat an involuntary glob of slime on Amara was better than finding an extra beer at the back of the fridge on a hot summer day.
Jean tried to maintain some composure in the face of startlement and jerked her ponytail again. "We were just..."
"Breaking curfew," Logan put in stoutly. "Bed now, or Danger Room at five a.m." He leaned against the doorframe and fixed Kitty with a paternal glare. "Until noon. No powers."
"Okay, out of my room!" Kitty ordered in a rush of breath. "We'll talk more tomorrow!" She smiled anxiously and clutched Lockheed tighter. "Night!"
Amara, who had maintained a stony silence since the spitting incident, calmly stood, reached out and twisted Todd's right nipple. "I'll finish this tomorrow," she snapped, walking from the room with a regal grace marred only by her beslimed gown.
Rogue, who had managed to escape the shock unscathed, bit the inside of her cheeks to stop a laugh from erupting and followed the Nova Roman with a backwards look of supportive sympathy for Jean and another for Kitty. "Night, Logan," she muttered, sparing a glance for Lance. "Nice scream, girly boy."
Lance glared. "Shut it."
Logan smirked as the group trailed past him, sparing his final glare for Kurt. "That means you, too, Romeo. Go to bed. In your own room. And I'm gonna check to make sure you ain't sneaking out...you won't know when or how often, but I'm gonna check..."
Kurt nodded sadly. He had been so looking forward to even just a cuddle with Kitty... "Night, Liebes," he murmured, leaning over to kiss her quickly under her foster father's watchful eye. "Night, Herr Logan."
"Go." Logan's arched brow dared Kurt to linger a moment longer. Kurt's pained sigh lingered even after he had disappeared. "Kitty, wanna tell me what was goin' on in here?"
"Um...not really," she admitted, twisting poor Lockheed's tail in her nervousness. "We were just...you know..." shrughrugged, smiling as innocently as she could, "talking!" She did not quite know why, but she had a feeling Logan would be very annoyed if he knew what they had been doing. She yawned widely, not entirely a lie, and stopped twisting Lockheed's tail. "So...night then!"
"Half Pint," Logan said quietly, stepping into the room and shutting the door behind him, "Emma's getting royally chewed out for what she did down there. She's taking the fall even though each and every one of you were in on it. The Professor has his reasons for wanting you to go separate..."
"Yeah? What are they?" she groused. "This could've been done hours ago if he'd just done what Emma did!" She tossed Lockheed to rest against her pillows and frowned at her foster father.
"Kitty," he cut off the rest of her rant with her name. "We know about the silver things. The Professor has to go somewhere tomorrow night because of those things... You're gonna have to be really honest about everything you did last week. Got it? Really. Honest." He opened the door again and paused before he left her for the evening. "I...I love you, Kitty, and this last week has been Hell on earth wondering where you were. Understand?"
She nodded numbly. He did not often put his feelings into words so she knew he was feeling it intensely just then. "I love you, too, Logan," she responded, shy suddenly. Logan looked as if he had something else to say but instead just smiledntlyntly and shut off the light, closing her away in the dark room. She slowly, moved to lie beneath her counterpane, her eyes wide in the gloaming dark. She reached for Lockheed and rolled onto her side, clutching him close and sure she would not sleep at all that night. Too much had happeneoo moo much was revisited. As she watched the moon move across the sky, she remembered her part of things, how what had seemed a simple mystery, if there were such a thing, had so quickly snowballed into something so terrifying and confusing, something that made her shake even to think about, there in the safety of her room, behind security and gates both real and metaphysical.
She had not felt sleepy but she had slept, drifting off without realizing as he dream emerged: a starry sky stretching on forever, but the stars were silver instead of gold and the sky was rent as if by a clawed hand. She nearly screamed when she felt the warm, heavy arm drape across her waist, startling her into wakefulness. "Shhhhh, Liebes," Kurt murmured in her ear, pressing against her from behind. "Not much time," he breathed, kissing her in near frantic need. "So long from you," he whispered, his teeth scraping the sensitive shell of her ear then down to the soft curve of her neck. "Shhh..."
"Kurt," she gasped, her eyes closing again and her fingers lacing through his where they lay on her stomach. "What time is it?"
"Almost four," he said between kisses, his tail slipping up the inside of her leg to move her nightshirt out of the way. "I couldn't wait another night. I'm sorry, Katzchen. Tell me to stop..." His fingers shook a little under hers and he forced himself to pause, afraid and half wanting her to say no, not tonight, maybe later. Instead, she sighed and relaxed against him, the swell of her hip and thigh and buttocks pressing against his lean length, his arousal rubbing against her bottom as he leaned closer, kissing her throat, seeking her lips. He had tried to go to sleep but could not. Thoughts of the evening had turned to thoughts of the events of the week before and he had just wanted to be near her, something to chase away the bad memories if only for a short while. He had been glad she was asleep when he ported into her room and had meant only to lay next to her for a moment, careful not to wake her, but it had not worked out that way. He was weak, he chided himself, he was addicted. He told Kitty as much as he traced the line of her thigh to her hip and downward to the cleft wet with her growing desire. She shuddered delicately and tried to turn but found his arm tight around her, keeping her still.
"You're not weak," she replied softly, her voice trembling slightly. "Never say that."
"But I'm addicted," he insisted, nudging her thigh forward, parting her, opening her sex. "You make me feel good," he added, then, feeling the words were lame and a poor excuse for the extent of his feelings for her, continued, "I feel safe with you...I feel...I feel possessive of you and like you possess me..."
Kitty bit her lip as he pressed into her, filling her slowly. He would not let her move, not even to make things easier. Her silken petals of flesh were tight around him and she felt him keenly, the sensation near painful with the tender slowness and narrow passage. A sharp cry, muffled against the palm of her hand, was the only sound she made as his tail-tip came up to caress her throbbing pearl of desire. She felt her face grow warm as moisture seeped down the inside of her thigh and his seeking tail moved to trace through it. She blinked in surprise as he brought it up to her lips, rocking against her and sending thrills of electric sensation through her limbs and core. She closed her fingers around his tail, just beneath the tip, and brought it to her mouth.
Kurt bit down hard on her shoulder to keep from groaning aloud as she tasted herself on his tail, her fingers squeezing and stroking his sensitive prehensile tail. She laved and sucked the tip, making tiny mewling noises in her throat as he pulsed in her hand and within her, her body quivering with restrained motion. He was not sure how long he could withstand feeling her so close around him, grasping and hot and wet, and her mouth on the second most tender part of his body. She traced the throbbing veins there with her tongue, kissing him softly at intervals and then drawing hard at others. Not long, he decided. Not after a week, not like this...
Kitty felt her own end begin as Kurt shattered within her, biting her again and drawing a little blood this time, his tongue lapping it off her shoulder through the new holes in her nightclothes. She whimpered, her internal muscles clasping him, trying to keep him within her even as he softened. The feeling of his fingers on her throbbing clitoris sent her over the edge, shivering and closed-mouth groaning as she climaxed around him, a sneaky lethargy creeping through her veins to replace the blazing lust and desire of moments before. "Kurt, this was dangerous," she finally murmured as they regain their breath. "Logan..."
"Is chewing out Rahne for going outside for one of her wolf runs," he replied before she could finish, kissing her below her ear, loathe to leave her. "I missed you."
"You saw me every day," she teased, pressing back against him again. "But I know what you mean."
There was a long pause where Kitty nearly fell asleep in his arms, but his low voiced words destroyed that notion in her mind. "Kitty, in the morning, we should see the Professor before he leaves. Tell him what we think..."
"No one else thinks we're right," she murmured in response, the tremble of nervousness reawakening in her stomach. "Maybe we should just let it lie."
"Katzchen, we know what we saw..." He kissed her again. "You know I don't want to believe it any more than I'd want to believe it was you but..."
"I know," she groaned. "Okay. We'll talk to him in the morning."
"I have to do," he said regretfully. "Logan..."
"I love you, Kurt," she replied, sounding sleepy while she was no longer.
"Me, too," he sighed, already thinking about the coming meeting. "Me, too."