The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea Chapter Twenty (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE ™, Hamster Witch, Prophetic Muse, Uberbeta and EMPRESS OF MULTITASKING… soooooooooo sleepy… lol InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink and Dracena are loverly and sparkley for archiving/hosting. :) ProPhile… smut next chapter!!! Morgan… *glomp * Readers/Reviewers: This chapter Killer Kitty ™ approved…

It was past dawn by the time they checked into the hotel in Chicago. It was on the edge of town, close enough for Kitty to see her father if she chose and far enough so that her other relatives would have to call before showing up on their doorstep, even such a one as could be found at a hotel. Kurt had headed straight for the shower, claiming that he needed to get the “travel” off him while Storm called the Institute to let them know they had arrived and catch up on goings on. Kitty set her suitcase on one of the three beds and opened the latches. The clothes inside were almost neatly packed, a testament to her willpower not to just throw things in, not because she was in a hurry but because she wanted to get this over with. She moved away from the bed to go to the window and stare out over the suburb to the skyline of Chicago. She did not hear Storm come up behind jum jumping slightly as the older woman began to speak.
“I am curious as to your motivations, Kitty. They disowned you and have done nothing in the past two years to make me think that you would want a reconciliation with them, even over something such as this. Logan is supportive, which surprises me somewhat, but he could not give me a good answer. Do you have one?” Storm folded her arms across her middle, not accusatory but rather curious.
Kitty turned her back to the window and raised an eyebrow. She was far more tired now than she had thought she would be and it carried through in her voice. “Maybe,” she said slowly, “I just want to make sure he’s really gone when it happens.” Storm’s brows show up at this and Kitty felt a pang of guilt at her callousness. “Or maybe I feel some blood obligation for Yaya that I be here. Nothing is ever hopeless, you know? Maybe near death is what it takes to give him a kick in the ass and see that I’m not some…” Here she trailed off, unsure of how to continue. Kurt emerged from the bathroom at that moment, slightly damp and mostly fluffy, clutching a blue furred towel in his hand.
“Storm, do you think they’ll notice?” he asked with a tinge of anxiety. “I’m shedding…”
Kitty smiled faintly and took the towel from him. “I’m sure the hotel has had stranger things than blue fur on a bath towel. Just put it with the others after I shower and housekeeping can get them all in the morning.” She sat on the edge of the bed, the damp towel still clutched in her hands, speckling her pink shirt with blue fur.
Kurt exchanged looks with Storm, who nodded and headed for the bathroom, ostensibly to shower herself. Kurt sat next to Kitty on the edge of the bed and gently took one of her hands in his, feeling the clammy dampness from his towel there and the slight trembling from her lack of food and sleep. “Liebes, I understand that you feel like you have to be here and I even understand why, I think, but I don’t understand why you’re torturing yourself like this.”
She did not quite look at him as she laughed weakly. “What do you mean, torturing myself? I’m not torturing myself…” She tried to twist the towel in her hands and found she could not do it with just one. “I’m not torturing myself,” she repeated firmly.
Kurt sighed and reached up with his other hand to brush some strands of hair from her eyes. “I know you well, Katzchen. I know that you’re thinking that you should call the hospital right now, even though it’s only four in the morning. I know that you’re trying to think of all the good things from your childhood instead of how things turned out with your family and I know that you’re trying to decide whether or not you want his forgiveness, even if it s prs pretending that your entire life is wrong.” He slid his fingers down her jaw to her throat and then her shoulder. She stared at him with liquid eyes, almost blank but mostly nervous. “And I know that you are wondering if the right thing would have been to stay in Bayville and not come when your mother called you.”
“Kurt,” she said quietly, “it’s not so simple as that. There’s so much at play here… My future, the future of my kids if I have any, the past of my family… Do I want to be the one who ends the line because of a fight?”
It took Kurt a moment to follow her line of thought. “Well, you have cousins,” he suggested helpfully, earning a mild glare. “Look, Liebes, we’re already here. If you want to see your father, that’s fine. I’ll be there. If you want to go home, I’ll support that, too.”
She sighed. “We sound like an after school special. I’m tired. I need at least a few hours of sleep before I do any heavy lifting or make decisions.” She looked almost wistfully at the three beds. “Right, chaperoned. Well…” She stood and squeezed his hands tightly in hers for one moment. “I love you, Fuzzy. I don’t know what I’ll do yet, but I’ll know in the morning.”
Kurt nodded and rose with her. The shower turned off in the bathroom and he knew Storm would be out shortly. “What will you do if he asks?” Kitty became visibly tense at that and he winced. “Sorry…”
She shook her head, her eyes closed against dec decision. “I’ll burn that bridge when I come to it…”

a/n Next chapter will be longer and with smut, lol. And chances are, it’ll be Kurtty. ;)


The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea Chapter Twenty One (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather,en oen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch, Uberbeta, and EMPRESS OF MULTITASKING… Moo! InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink and Dracena are loverly for archiving/hosting. ProPhile needs more titles… Hmmm. Smutmuse in Charge just isn’t enough, is it? Morgan: *poke * Readers/Reviewers: *glomp * Thanks, y’all!!!!

Kitty could not sleep. Rather, the sleep she did manage was fraught with disturbing voices and visions, mostly of the memory sort. She could not get comfortable, first being too hot, then too cold, her sleep interrupted by soundless starts, her body jerking out of relaxation as she had the thought that she missed something, that she needed to be somewhere right then and there. After two hours of fruitless attempts at at least a light doze, Kitty slid from bed silently and padded to the glass door which served as a window. Kurt snuffled softly in his sleep, clutching the pillow to his chest tightly as he curled in on himself, his tail twitching as he dreamt beneath the thin hotel sheet. She sighed softly and smiled, resisting the urge to tug the highly suspect blanket over him.1 Storm merely continued breathing evenly as she lay with the sheet pulled over her nightdress clothed body, her eyes shifting behind her lids the only sign she truly slept.2 Kitty had grabbed her robe from the back of the chair as she passed and now she shrugged into it, tying it securely as she opened the glass door and stepped out onto the narrow balcony. It was full summer now and the night air lacked the familiar cool tinge of Bayville. Even in high summer, she ght,ght, the wind off the water made it comfortable at night… She shut the door quietly behind her and leaned carefully on the railing. She was not as afraid of heights as she had once been but still felt a healthy respect for the fact that she would definitely be a pancake if she were to fall from the twelfth floor of the hotel. _If I go today, and he’s not dying, what if I feel like it’s a wasted trip? What if he kicks me out of the room? What if my mother does? _ She tightened her grip on the railing and looked to the east, towards the suburb in which she had spent most of her formative years. She had the sudden flash of the time she and Lance had gotten lost while on a fourth grade field trip. They had gone to the field museum and gotten separated from the group while they looked at the archaeological displays from all around the world. She remembered that Lance wanted to see something about lions and that he told her that they would meet the group again before anyone even noticed that they were missing. Kitty had believed him and trusted him, letting him lead her away and down the long halls of the museum, finally reaching the lions from Africa, long dead and stuffed, glaring accusingly down at passer by. She had screamed involuntarily, sure that she had seen one of them twitch, threaten movement, and she had tried to run. Lance had chased her through the museum, two guards after them, one because of the noise and one because the teachers had noticed their absence almost immediately. They had been yelled at from all sides and Lance had been the one who got into trouble, not sweet and innocent (according to the teachers) Kitty… Kitty had not even paid any attention to the adults, though. She had been too busy thinking about the lions, about how still they seemed and how inert, but the subtlest play of shadows across their long dead fur had made her panic, had brought them to life for just one moment… Maybe, she thought, that’s all this was. Her parents were like those lions. Once fearsome and powerful for her, but now nothing more than museum memories, making her flinch with the barest hint of life…

“Schatz, what’re you doing out here?” Kurt asked sleepily, his teleport taking her by surprise.
Kitty tried to smile as if nothing were bothering her, including his sudden appearance, but she failed miserably. “Just thinking…”
“About?” he prodded, moving closer. He slid his arms around her waist and pulled her tight against him, leaning against the brick wall next to the glass door. She shivered slightly in his arms and he thought she might be cold, so he tried to warm her with his hands, rubbing her back and arms lightly.
“Lance, actually.”
Kurt stopped. It would have been comical if not for the look on his face. “May I ask why?”
“Don’t play jealous,” she sighed, rolling her eyes. “Just thinking about something that happened when we were kids is all.”
“Ah, of course,” he murmured, dipping his head to kiss her beneath the curve of her jaw. She murmured a slight protest but did not pull away, giving him some encouragement. “Might I ask what about?”
“You might,” she acknowledged, but did not continue. Instead, she tilted her face up and let her eyes drift close as he kissed her, at first nearly chaste then deepening the embrace so that his tongue slipped between her lips to tease hers, making her moan softly and involuntarily as his hands moved down her back to squeeze her backside, pressing his arousal against her almost unconsciously. Finally, she broke the kiss and pulled away slightly, looking up at him with tired, narrowed eyes. “It’s almost full sun, you know. People are awake down there and across the way… They’ll see us.”
Kurt blinked. He was outside, sans inducer. “Scheisse,” he muttered succinctly. On a breath, he added, “It’s just as well. You need a little sleep before going to the hospital.”
“I got plenty of sleep,” she protested, frowning self righteously.
Kurt raised a brow and slid further down the balcony, into the shadows thrown by the building across the way. He disappeared except for his eyes, which glowed yellow gold. “You did not. I am not so simple as to think tossing and turning and sighing for three hours constitutes a good night’s sleep…” At her surprised expression, he added, “I was awake, too. I just do a better impression of dreaming than you do.”
Kitty rolled her eyes. “Okay, okay, fine… I’ll get some sleep…” She made as if to pull away from him but found his grasp on her wrists too strong to break easily. “Kurt…”
He smiled faintly. “I missed you last night.”
“I was three feet away.” And not in much mood for visiting, she added mentally.
“I know… I just didn’t get a chance to kiss you goodnight. Among other things,” he murmured, pulling her into the shadows with him and tracing the line of her jaw with his lips.
Kitty shivered slightly. “If I recall correctly, we did the other things before we left the house…Oh!” She jumped as his tail found it’s way under her nightdress and brushed the folds of her sex. “Kurt!”
“Mmmm?” He pretended not to understand her weak protest as he found the pulse in her throat and suckled there. As he felt her lean against him, giving in to the feelings stirring inside her, he pulled away enough to whisper against her ear, “You need to relax more.”
Kitty stiffened. “I need to _relax _ more?” she snapped, phasing out of his grasp. “Kurt, I’m in the middle of a major psychological episode here and you tell me that I need to _relax _?”
He grabbed her elbow before she could get to the door. “Liebes, calm down. Don’t take it as an offense just because I find you desirable enough to want to do this with you pretty much any time I can…”
Kitty huffed soundlessly. “Kurt, I need to get a shower and get some rest. Can we talk about this later?”
Wordlessly, he released her arm. “Ja, fine,” he said after the slightest hesitation. “Later.”
Kitty nodded and retreated into the hotel room, leaving Kurt to linger on the balcony for a moment. This was not like her, he knew. Not just because she had turned down his advances but because she was being churlish and short. He knew it would be easy to blame it on the situation with her family but deep down, he knew it was more than that. Inside, the phone on the nightstand jangled to life, making him jump. No more chance of sleep now, he knew. The day had officially begun.

A/N I really thought the smut would come here. So to speak. Gah. Well, next chapter. I even have a post it written!
1 Seriously, hotel room sheets and blankets are nasty. Dead skin cells, body fluids, more body fluids… Don’t use ‘em if you can avoid it. Esp. the blankets. And pillows!
2 Your eyes move when you dream. Go forth and tell the others.