Fractals

Fractals Chapter Two (NC-17)
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Kitty bit her lip to keep quiet. She would simply die of mortification if Mrs. Wagner caught them. “Kurt, not so loud,” she murmured, her eyes fluttering closed.
“I’m not the one being loud,” he replied before reapplying himself to the task at hand. Kitty’s luggage remained in her suitcase and her clothes were only half off, her ponytail coming loose in their haste to get to the bed. “Besides,” he added sulkily, tugging her panties off her legs, “you’re the one who’s been gone for five days. It’s all your doing, this rush.”
“Blaming the woman went out with the stone age,1” she reprimanded, pinching his arm as his hands came up to grasp her hips. Kurt uttered a growl of protest and did not wait a moment longer. He kissed and licked the inside of her thighs with all of the pent up sexual tension his body could muster, expressing every second of lonely frustration he had felt over the past five days. Storm had brought Kitty home barely an hour before and, after a whirlwind greeting of everyone she ran into, Kurt absconded with her to her bedroom under the thin excuse of helping her unpack. Kitty shivered as his fingers rubbed against the damp cleft of her sex and Kurt nipped the tender flesh of her thigh before entering her slightly, just enough to make her whimper with need. “Hurry,” she breathed. “I don’t have the room to myself anymore, remember?”
Kurt damned the new rules about sharing space and reluctantly set to work, making a mental note to find a place for them to be alone later where they would not attract attention, marking off his room as his mother was likely to stop by at all hours to check on him and talk, catching up on his life since he left Germany. He focused his attentions instead on the darkening pink flesh before him.
Kitty bit her lip to keep from crying out at the first touch of his tongue on her sex but she did not remain entirely silent. As he began parting her petaled flesh with his tongue, she mewled in response, lifting her hips to offer him better access and clutching the sheet beneath her with trembling fingers. Part of her felt silly, being so nearly desperate for this after barely a week of being apart, but the rest of her did not care and fell to the waves of lust and need with enthusiasm. She had missed home more than she thought and Kurt most of all, not just for this but for all the other reasons she could think of. She missed having someone there to talk to about her day, someone to discuss the mundane things with. Her thoughts were driven from her mind as Kurt plunged one finger into her depths suddenly, latching onto the nub of her desire and suckling there at the same time, making her arch her back and gasp in pleasured surprise. Kurt murmured his own enjoyment against her, making her gasp anew, thrusting her hips against him as he reached and began stroking his own arousal, seeking some measure of release as Kitty drew near to her own. Kitty’s muffled cries as she covered her mouth with her hand were enough to send him to his own end. Gasping and sticky, he moved to lay next to her, neither of them caring much about the mess for the moment. “I love you, you know,” he said after a moment.
“Me too,” she sighed. She was about to add to that statement when the door knob rattled. “Shit!”
“Hey, unlock the door!” Rahne’s voice came through the wood. “I want to put my things up!”
“Just a minute!” Kitty caroled, yanking the sheets from the bed and running to the bathroom, grabbing her sweat pants and a t-shirt on the way.
“Come on,” Jamie’s voice added to Rahne’s. “This bag is heavy!”
Kurt sighed. “At least the door was locked this time…” He managed to set himself to rights as best as possible and be setting on the bed, looking the picture of innocence, when Kitty opened the door. “How was your trip back?” he asked Rahne, smiling.
She raised a brow. “Good…” She glanced at Kitty, her bland expression becoming a smirk as she headed for the twin bed tucked against the window. “How long are we going to be sharing, do you know?”
Kitty shrugged, trying to look like she was not out of breath. “Um, a little while. Who’s in your room then?”
Rahne made a face. “Jean. She’s still in a sulk over Scott. He’s got that whole boathouse to himself and she’s in my room!”
Jamie heaved the suitcase onto the bed, only half listening to the exchange. “I wonder who that guy was in the parking garage,” he mused aloud, frowning. At Kurt’s questioning glance, he relayed the incident to him and Kitty, with muttered commentary from Rahne.
“Too bad you couldn’t hear what he said before he dropped his camera,” Kitty said, frowning as well. “Are you sure Logan didn’t help him drop it?”
“I don’t know,” Jamie sighed. “I couldn’t see behind me very well.” He fingered the luggage tag and looked up at Rahne. “So… did you want to talk yet?”
“Yeah, how did that thing go?” Kitty asked, starting to unpack herself as if her heart were not still racing. “That thing with the priest?”
Rahne closed her eyes. She really had not wanted to talk about it at all but now it seemed like she would have to. “I have another meeting with the bishop here, since this is my parish now, and Archbishop Smythe is coming in a week with some Vatican representative…”
Kurt caught the import of her words and the catch in her voice, moving to lay a comforting arm on her shoulder before she could get further upset. “We’ll be here for you, you know.”
Another knock fell on the door and Storm stuck her head in. “Kitty, ye bae back! Kurt, your mother is downstairs, pacing because you haven’t let her say hello to Kitty ”
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“We’ll be down in a minute,” Kitty laughed. “I have something for her anyway.”
Storm’s smile broadened. “Oh, before I forget, Professor Xavier wants to talk to you, Jamie and Rahne. He said it’s very important and to come to his office after dinner.”
Jamie nodded, his brows knitting. “Okay. What’s it about?”
Storm’s face became serious. “Today.” She nodded to the younger mutants and shut the door behind her, turning to head back down the hall. She nearly ran into Logan, though, as he was coming towards the room. “Oh!”
“Hey, darlin’,” he gruffed, kissing her before she expected him to. “Long time.”
“Six hours,” she replied, her smile returning. “That’s not a long time.”
“Wanna bet?” he replied, squeezing her in a half-embrace. Becoming serious, he said, “Ro, I think we have a problem. That guy in the parking garage knew what we are.”
“That’s why we’re having the meeting,” she responded, leading him back down the hall. “He’s probaone one of the hold overs from the Sentinel incident and can be dealt with accordingly.
“I don’t think so,” hed qud quietly, pulling her to a halt. “Chuck had this in the mail this morning.” He flipped a picture over in his fingers, turning it face-up for her to see. Kurt, clinging to the side of Frost Manor, in his full blue glory, above Toad in mid-leap, glared up at her from the photo.
“Oh, shit.”


1 Sadly, not quite true. Even as late as the ’s, ’s, magazines were advising teenaged girls that it was THEIR fault if a guy got “too excited” during make out sessions, etc and they were the ones responsible for the outcomes, taking all responsibility off the male half and basically telling girls it’s their fault if a guy can’t control himself.