Strawberries

STRAWBERRIES CHAPTER TWO
Disclaimers Apply

A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies and BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE ™ is superwonderful for betaing all the stuff I send her. J InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink are special little bunnies for archiving… Readers/Reviewers: *gasp * A second chapter! Nearly a year later! *g * Readers/Reviewers: Okay, funny story. Well, not so much funny as weird. I wrote Strawberries almost a year ago as one of my first Kurtty fics, back before FFN went insane and stupid. Off I go into my happy haze of smut and soap opera plots for Forever peppered with the occasional slash or random smut fic… Well, the past three months have seen TONS of reviews for Strawberries come to my inbox and most asked if I would write a follow up. Weird that it took so long, but what the heck…so the plot bunnies bit me and here it is… Part two! LOL…




I had seen Kitty in her nightclothes many, many times both in reality and in my dirty little mind, but for some reason, seeing her as she shuffled into the kitchen and sat at the table before the mug of cooling cocoa made me warm and tingly in all the inappropriate places. Damn my inappropriate places. “Whipped cream?” Damn it.
She gave me a funny look, tilting her head to one side before she answered, “No, I’m on a diet…I guess it’s too much to hope that this is the low fat mix?”
“No mix…I used Storm’s secret stash of chocolate!”
“Kurt!” She may have protested the inclusion of calories and fat but she drank it anyway, tiny sips that made her lick her lips at random intervals. I couldn’t help it…I was transfixed. Her pink tongue, darting out to brush across the fullness of her lower lip, the little smile that followed…my heart was thudding painfully and I wanted to lean across and taste her mouth myself. I made an excuse to move closer, something about sitting under the air conditioning vent making me too cold. I am not even sure what I said but she seemed to believe it because she didn’t protest as I sat in the chair next to her. I was in heaven, as pathetic as it sounds, just to sit so close to her, especially because of what she said earlier. She was so quiet and pale that it made my heart ache but she was there and I was with her and it was all good for several minutes, until she started to talk. “Kurt, about what I said earlier…”
Hear that sound? It’s my heart shattering into a million pieces. She’s going to tell me she was overreacting to Lance’s attentions and she just wants to be friends and would I help her think of something to make it up to him? She’s going to say that she may have feelings but nothing could come of it… I was so busy thinking of all the horrible could-be’s that I almost missed the “is.” “Vas? I’m sorry…”
Kitty frowned at me and I felt guilty. “I was saying that I wanted to talk about what I told you earlier. I mean, I think I could’ve phrased it differently…”
“How?” I inhaled slowly, surreptitiously. She still smelled sweet and sharp and almost exotic to my senses, strawberries mingled with warm skin and chocolate. Kitty peered into her mug, almost empty, I noticed, and sighed. She was at a loss. I knew that expression on her face very well. I knew everything about her very well. I sound like a stalker, don’t I?
“I don’t know…Kurt, you’re my best friend. Did you know that? You’re my best friend and I don’t want to screw things up between us…”
“How?” I’m repetitive…it’s a curse.
“I don’t know!” Kitty shoved the mug away and frowned. She’s adorable when she frowns. And smiles. And just stares off into space. “Kurt, why do you love me?”
“Vas?” I felt like the floor fell away. Was she testing me? If I gave the wrong answer, would that ruin any small chance we had together?
“I just…” When she sighed, I felt like the world was holding it’s breath.tty tty was in pain and I wanted to help her desperately.
“It doesn’t matter,” she sighed. “You just do…” She pushed some hair behind her ear and finally turned to look at me and I couldn’t breathe. “Kurt, kiss me.”
Heart attack. I can’t feel my left arm…Ooooh, stars…. “Vas?” That seems to be the limit of my vocabulary at that moment.
“Kiss me,” she said again, quietly. Her eyes were wide and staring straight into my soul, it felt like. I felt my heart kick back into motion, making me gasp softly. I could not stop staring at her lips, slightly parted and pink as could be, her tongue darting out again to lick them in her nervousness. Kitty, nervous over me! I wanted to laugh from the sheer elation of it all. She wanted me to kiss her and she wouldn’t do it just to hurt me, to kiss a freak to see what it’s like…she wanted to KISS ME! She swayed towards me a little and I saw how she was flushed, blushing. It made my blood roar past my ears and I felt my hands curl into fists on my knees to keep from grabbing her. I’m a teenaged boy—what did you expect? Easy restraint? If I had my way, I would take her to my room right now and show her everything I’ve ever imagined doing to her sweet, wonderful, warm body and…Oh. Kissing. Right. She was starting to look concerned so I knew I had to act quickly. I stood and pulled her to her feet and I could feel her hand shaking in mine. Could she tell I was scared? Kitty, the woman of my dreams, the woman I wanted to spend forever with and ever after, the one who I thought about above all others, even when I was with some of those others…she wanted me to kiss her. It seemed like everything was moving in slow motions as she stepped towards me, her body pressing against mine innocently and provocatively all at once. She stared up at me and I felt like I was flying. “Please?” she asked in a tiny voice.
“Katzchen,” I murmured, tentatively stroking her hair, her neck, then cupping her chin. She felt so wonderful, her skin so soft and warm. Her scent was overwhelming to me, making me crave her all the more. She stood on her toes and I felt her breasts—God, her breasts…-- brush against my chest. I nearly lost control then. This is everything I ever wanted all before me and I very nearly gave into greed and tried to take more than she wanted to offer. Instead, I bent my head to hers and shuddered at the first brush of her lips against mine. She sighed, barely an inch from my lips then, and pressed closer. I groaned, much to my embarrassment, and slid my hand to cradle the back of her head, my other hand going to her hip, holding her as close as I could. She kissed me…Kitty kissed me! I tasted the chocolate she had been drinking and the remnants of her lip gloss and just her. I nearly died of mortification when my tongue darted out to lick her lower lip as she had done earlier, but Kitty sighed and parted for me. My knees went weak and I sat down, taking her with me. Somehow, I still don’t know how, she ended up in my lap and my tail was around her waist as my hands stroked her back. Kitty was squeezing my shoulders so hard I thought that I’d have bruises in the morning but I didn’t care. Her tongue pushed against mine and licked my lip then, pushing into my mouth and I drew on her from instinct. She whimpered—Oh, God, I made Kitty Pryde whimper—and squirmed in my lap. Oh, don’t do that… I knew she could feel my arousal and I pushed her away, panting. “Kurt,” she whispered, “it’s okay.”
“Nein,” I replied, hearing how shaky my voice sounded. “Not right…not for you, not now…”
“What do you mean? We were kissing…” She reached for me again and I nearly took her back onto my lap but forced myself to stand instead.
“Kitty, please understand…I’m not pushing you away entirely…I just…it’s so fast.”
She nodded and I felt relief. “Can we kiss again sometime?”
“Jawohl!” She had to ask?
“In that case…I’m going to bed, Fuzzy. See you later.”
Fuzzy. I have a nickname! Kitty gave me a nickname and I can’t feel my knees…