The Heart is a Lonely Hunter

THE HEART IS A LONELY HUNTER CHAPTER TWENTY TWO (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, Ted is slowly getting over his "thing" about the older guys. I think Kristen bit him. I'm not sure. InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink are superfunhappy people for archiving! Readers/Reviewers: The rumor is, one of the Killer Kitties (tm) might be plotting some sort of kill bot again....Hide your major appliances.


Kurt knocked on Kitty's door with his foot, unwilling to risk unbalancing the overloaded tray held precuslyusly in his tridactyl hands. He was certain he saw Rogue jerk Todd into her room as he gained the top of the stairs but he did not want to give the sex life of his half sister much, if any, though. Especially where Todd Tolensky was involved. "Katzchen," he called after he knock went unanswered for several moments. "Katzchen, I can't turn the knob...open the door, please!"
There was the sound of a drawer being slammed and a muffled "Just a sec!" before the door opened to reveal Kitty, gotten up in what Kurt could barely call clothes, smiling brightly with her usually tied-back hair falling in studied disarray around her face and shoulders. "Come in..."
"Erk." Kurt could only stare and blink for a long moment until Kitty's smile fell and something in the back of his brain screamed for him to move before she started asking questions or worse, crying. "I, uh, brought up some dinner for you, since you didn't come down." He laughed nervously at her openly lascivious expression, edging towards her dresser, half afraid to look away from her.
"That's an awful lot of food, babe," she said in low tones, attempting to slink past him but succeeding only in looking as if she was having trouble walking.
"Did you hurt your back?" His concern for her well being won over his concern for her sudden turn for the overtly sexual. "Do I need to get Beast?"
Kitty frowned and resumed her normal walk, though slower, towards the bed where she sat on the edge of her mattress and crossed her ankles, looking up at him through lowered lashes. "I'm fine...but I wouldn't mind playing doctor."
"Huh?" Kurt shook his head, unsure that he had just heard Kitty say that. "Katzchen, I think you need to eat something. You're acting strange."
"What's so strange about wanting to spend time with you, Kurt?" Kitty reclined, resting her weight on her elbows and crossing her right leg over her left, flashing hn thn the process.
_No...underwear...losing...feeling...in...extremities. Well, most of them, anyway. _ Something about the whole situation was striking Kurt as odd. Kitty was never this frd, rd, even when she initiated their lovemaking, and that made him more nervous than he wanted to admit. "Here, I brought you some soup."
"No, thanks...why don't you come sit down?" Kitty slid further back on her elbows, pushier ber breasts forward in the process and making Kurt's mouth go dry.
"Um, roll?" Kitty chuckled briefly and Kurt grabbed another item off the tray. "Tofu loaf?"
Kitty smiled then; she knew that he had to have gone to some trouble for her that evening. "Maybe later...Kurt, why are you all the way across the room? I won't bite...unless you want me to."
_When did Kitty turn into one of those girls Mama warned me about? _ "Katzchen, I think you need some rest. Why don't I just come back for the tray later and let you...mmphf!"
She had moved so quickly that he was caught off guard. As he spoke, Kitty had gotten to her feet and crossed the room, grabbing him by the front of his shirt and pulling him down to her level for a kiss. She bit back a hiss of pain as the bruise on her face throbbed and her split lip threatened to reopen, but she did not break the kiss until Kurt had to breathe. "Was that so bad?" she asked softly.
"Scary, but not bad," he said creakily.
"Scary?" Kitty could not keep the hurt out of her voice. "Sorry you had to kiss your hideous girlfriend, looking like a the loser in a prize fight." She turned her back on him and strode to the bed, not sitting or laying down but just facing the wall, her posture screaming pain and embarrassment. "Go away, Kurt. I'm tired."
He growled, partially to himself and partially at her. "Don't be so...so..."
"So what? Whiney? chy?chy? Generally unattractive?"
"Damn it, Kitty!at'sat's gotten into you? You're dressing like Tabby on the prowl and acting like a cat in heat! What's wrong?"
Kitty spun to face him, her eyes flashing and fist clenched at her sides. "Nothing is wrong! Why should anything be wrong! Can't I dress how I want? Can't I show you affection?"
"Not if it means you're going to go weird on me!" Kurt threw his hands up in frustration. "Katzchen, is this about Amanda still? I thought you were over that!"
Kitty stomped towards him, growling, "I forgave you. I never said I was over it! Amanda is _everything _ I'm not and you go and kiss her. How am I supposed to get over that? If I kissed...oh, Hell, Duncan or Lance, would you 'get over it' this fast?"
Kurt gritted his teeth, Kitty's proximity making his brain go in two different directions-his forebrain wanted to shake her for being so childish and insecure but his backbrain could only see her lack of clothing and notice how that, when Kitty wagry,gry, she looked remarkably the same as she did in the throes of climax, her skin pink and eyes flashing, breathing hard and radiating heat. "No, Kitty," he finally said, not as gently as he would have liked, but not yelling any longer. "I wouldn't have 'gotten over it,' but I want to think you wouldn't let something like that happen."
"You did," she snapped. "You did, knowing how she feels about you. You went to see her alone, you flirted with her at the library..."
"I did no such thing!" Kurt grabbed her arm to stop her from pushing past him and out the door. He was somewhat heartened by the fact she did not simply phase through him but rather stood still, a muscle in her jaw twitching and her eyes narrowed at him. "I didn't know she still cared about me like that u she she kissed me! And what do you mean flirting?"
"The close talking, the touching...the flirting!" she almost shouted, poking at his chest for emphasis.
"Liebes," he sighed, "I talk that way to everyone. I touch Scott on the shoulder when we talk, I stand close to Jubilee when we talk...am I flirting with them?"
"No..." she answered slowly.
"You just never noticed or maybe it never struck you as...as a flirting type thing because until Amanda came back into things, you were secure that I love you." He loosened his grip on her arm and stepped closer to her, turning her to face him rather than stand in profile. "Kitty, I don't want to have to prove to you that I love you. You should know. I thought you did know, after everything that's happened, after what we've been through together, good and bad..."
Kitty lowered her head, still angry but now more ashamed, guilty at thinking he could ever throw her aside for Amanda, no matter how different they were. Kurt's other hand came up to rest on her other arm and Kitty leaned forward, bumping her head repeatedly against Kurt's chest. "I'm a fucking idiot."
"Schatz," he sighed, exasperated, "you're no such thing."
"I thought you wanted her back because of...of...everything. Of how she's so different than me."
"Why would I want someone else?" Kurt stopped her thumping against his chest and wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug, careful of her bruised face. "I would never want anyone else, Liebes." Kitty sniffled against him and he felt a spread of suspicious moisture on his shirt, a sure sign she was crying. "Why are you dressed like this?"
"Um, to seduce you..." she mumbled, nookiooking up for fear he would see how red her face became in embarrassment.
Kurt let out a shaky laugh. "You don't have to seduce me, you know. I was lost to you since day one." She buried her face against his arm and he snickered. "Don't hide from me...I appreciate the effort."
"But you don't think I'm sexy," she sighed.
"Schatz, you could wear a plastic garbage bag and I'd find you sexy." He stroked the fall of her hair against her back, twirling a lock around his fingers and tugging gently, teasing her.
Kitty could not help the grin that spread across her features. Looking up at Kurt she said saucily "I didn't know you were in to that sort of kinky stuff...I can borrow some of Rogue's vinyl and polyurethane clothes if you'd like..."
Kurt shuddered. "Kitty, she's my sister! Ew!"
"I didn't say she'd be in them..." She stood on her toes and kissed the corner of his mouth. "I guess you'll just have to do without, then."
Kurt felt very, to use Jubilee's word for it, prowly, all of a sudden. Kitty was back to nuzzling against his chest and he was feeling very demonstrative. "I don't think I'll have to do without anything..." He could tell by her sudden stiffening in his arms that she followed his meaning quite well. He lifted her off her feet and walked to the bed, laying her down carefully and stretching out beside her. He studied her for a short moment, long enough for her to start a moue of confusion, before he kissed her again, not the hard, desperate kiss of earlier or the chaste one that followed it, but a kiss more tender and loving than Kitty expected. When she whimpered for air beneath him, he backed off, resting his head against her shoulder. "I like how you dressed before better. None of the other guys drooled over you then."
"Thanks, I think," she laughed. "I don't think you meant that the way it sounded..."
"Probably not." He looked up at her again, seeing her close her eyes in what passed for relaxation. Moving over her, he said between kisses to her neck, "I just liked it better when you were Kitty Pryde, not...not a lust object for every straight guy in Bayville."
She giggled as he nipped a very ticklish spot on her throat and said, "I don't know...I kind of liked it while it lasted. Too bad I'm suspended this week. I've got a ton of new clothes to show off all sorts of body parts."
Kurt growled, the sound rumbling in his chest and against her ribs, thrilling and tickling her at once. "Mine," he said in her ear, his voice low and harsh. "Mine."
"Yours," she breathed. Her arms wound around his back and one of her legs wrapped around one of his as the toes on her free foot dug into the mattress in her efforts to stay quiet. Kurt tugged at her clothes, not caring if he tore them as he threw them to one side, exposing all of Kitty to his hungry eyes. To her suddenly self conscious self, he seemed to be scrutinizing every inch of her skin and when she tried to move her hands to cover herself, he made a clug nog noise of disapproval and captured both of her hands, kissing each palm before placing her hands on his shoulders. Kitty made a soft noise of dismay but let him look all he wanted, closing her eyes and turning pink at his perusal. "Kurt, don't stare. You make me nervous."
"Why should I make you nervous?" he asked with honest confusion. "I've seen you naked before."
Kitty bit her lip gingerly, the feeling of his fur against her skin more erotic than she would have thought it could be less than a year ago. Less than a year ago, she reflected with some uneasiness, Kurt was with Amanda and they were thick as thieves. _But he would always come to me, talk to me and be with me. We were inseparable even then. _ At that moment, Kurt's sharp incisors barely scraped her hardened nipple and she squeaked in surprised pleasure. "Too many clothes," she gasped as he suckled so softly on one nipple that the lack of pressure was enough to drive her mad.
Kurt, with a final lick to the sensitive tissue, lifted his head and said, "You haven't answered me. Why do I make you nervous?"
"Kuuuurrrrt!" she whined, tugging at his shirt. "Clothes!"
"Kiiiitttttyyyyy!" he mimicked. "Answer!" He raised himself up so that he was not touching her, supporting himself on his arms. "Why?"
"Please, it's not something I want to talk about," she murmured, turning her face away. Her hands crept to cover not her breasts and vagina, as Kurt had thought she was going to do early, but to cross over her lower abdomen and hips.
_Ah...makes sense now... _ "You had no problem wearing those provocative outfits but you think you're...not...um..." _How do I phrase this so I don't get slapped? _
"I felt like an overstuffed blintz. I was really, really, really, really self conscious," she said so quietly Kurt could barely hear her, even with his acute senses.
Kurt lowered himself again and slid down so that he was looking up at her from somewhere around her navel. "I like that you're not all bones and skin and flat...I like curves." _Who knew you could really blush all over? Cool. _ Kurt grinned to himself and kissed her stomach, pulling her hands away as he dropped tiny kisses in a random pattern down to her hip, first on one side, then the other. His fingers were tracing up and down the soft skin of her inner thighs as he kissed her, working ever closer to her center. Her scent was intoxicating him, the heat radiating off her body making him anxious for more, for all he could give her. Kitty's hands were clutching at the sheet beneath her, her words lost somewhere between English and babble.
"Kurt," she finally said, taking several deep breaths, "please..." She half sat up, reaching for his shirt to pull it off, but he pushed her back down.
"No...this is for you. I can wait." _Painfully, but I can... _ Her legs went around his, rubbing up and down in an unconscious rhythm of need, teasing his tail with her feet in the process. Kurt groaned, the feel of any part of her stroking one of his most sensitive body parts driving him closer to the edge. He lost all sense of finesse and teasing then, finding her core with his mouth and tongue and lapping at the moisture there with unbridled enthusiasm. He had no idea why some people found the act so unpleasurable to perform. The taste of Kitty on this tongue1, the feel of her hands clutching at his hair and her legs wrapped around him as he squeezed her thighs in a pace matching his tongue's was all enough to make him realize that he was going to make a mess of himself very soon, and he really did not care at this point. He found her bud orvesrves and nipped lightly, making her arch her back and cry out his name before he laved the same spot, suckling and licking in unpredictable patterns until he felt the flood of warmth that signaled her climax. Kurt ground unconsciously against the bed beneath him, seeking to relieve some of the discomfort built in his groin, making love to Kitty with his mouth frantically, her strangled cries reaching a keening pitch as she shuddered and convulsed around him, his own arousal throbbing painfully, the cramping feeling of immanent release subsumed by the flood of relief and Kitty's writhing as he climaxed.

A long time later, thirty minutes, an hour-neither was sure-they decided yes, they were hungry and yes, Kitty would like a soda. "I'll take the tray down and reheat it," Kurt offered, somewhat sleepily. He had already ported to and from his room, changing clothes in record time, and was now wrapped around Kitty in a cross between a hug and smothering her.
Kitty stretched in his embrace and made snuffling noises, not quite ready to get up. "Wait for a minute and I'll go with you." Kurt's stomach rumbled against her ear and she giggled. "Now is good..." They disentangled themselves and got up wearily, her suspension and paranoia forgotten for the time being. Kurt stretched and popped his back, grinning at her as she made a face. "Don't expect me to lug your old, arthritic tail around when you pop your back one too many times!" she said warningly.
"Oh, you know you'd do it," he teased, picking up the tray as Kitty opened the door.
"Shit!" Kitty cried out, Logan's menacing presence in her doorway catching her off guard. "You have got to stop sneaking up on people! I found two gray hairs yesterday!"
Logan rolled his eyes. "Clean up and get downstairs to the study. We've got company."
"Who is it?" Kurt asked, not liking the tone in the older man's voice.
"Duncan Matthews, his father, Principal Kelly and an officer from Bayville PD...you kids are gonna get an entire code of law named after ya if this keeps up..."
1 You know, I so did not mean for that to be a double entendre...