The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea Chapter Twenty Five (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch, Uberbeta and German Kitty Poker… we’re hole-y! InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink and Dracena are all cookie dough goodness for archiving/hosting! ProPhile is warm and squishy in his smutmuse-ness. ;) Morgan: *shimmy* Readers/Reviewers: *glomp * Sorry for no chapter yesterday and this week might be spotty as well. We’re goin’ walkabout, lol. *Glomps again*


Kurt had always hated hospitals. Even before he really knew what they were, he hated the half formed notion that he had of them. He could never quite pinpoint whether it was the smell, which burned his sinuses and eyes and made him gag, or the idea of all that sickness, both physical and mental, in one place at one time, or maybe something deeper and closer to his soul. He always felt prickly in hospitals, as if his skin were being chased over by tiny ants leaving stinging welts everywhere they stepped. But he swallowed it all and tried not to twitch every time they passed a door, gurney or anything that seemed overtly medical. Finally, Kitty sighed and stopped in the middle of the hall, forcing Kurt and Storm to draw up short. “Kurt, do you want to go back to the hotel and wait for me there?”
He shook his head, smiling tightly. “Nein, I’m fine. Just… tired.”
Storm’s features bore a wry expression. “I’m sure, what with talking on the balcony so early this morning…” She tried not to smirk at the teenagers’ startled expressions. “Come along. Visiting hours have just begun.”
Kitty stood a moment longer, pinning Kurt with a searching gaze, but finally sighed, seeming to wilt a little, and turned to follow Storm down the hall. Kurt caught up with her in just a few strides. She was so tense that he could feel it radiating from her like heat. She did not look at him but rather straight ahead, her breathing quickening slightly as they swung into the cardiac care unit. Quietly, he caught her hand in his and squeezed, half expecting her to pull away. Instead, she returned the gesture and seemed to relax fractionally, though an audible, though faint, noise of nervous tension escaped her as they drew to a halt at the nurse’s station. Storm spoke to the head nurse, who informed them it was family only and even then, only for a very short amount of time. “Liebes,” Kurt murmured, turning to her, “we’ll be right in the waiting room, the one we just passed, ja? Take your time.”
She nodded and smiled thinly at him and Storm before following a pink-clad nurse to the room halfway down the hall. Kurt sighed and Storm stretched on her toes slightly. “Kurt, she’ll be fine,” she murmured as the head nurses made disapproving noises at them. She led Kurt to the small waiting area before speaking again. “She needs to do this, to lay her ghosts and demons to rest. If he dies, she does not want to spend the rest of her life wondering if maybe, there might have been a chance…”
Kurt nodded. “Ja, I know… but I don’t have to like how she’s twisting herself in knots for them!” He narrowed his eyes and slumped in the uncomfortable plastic chair, wincing as he tail was caught briefly in between his back and the chair itself, pinching him.
Storm turned the page in the magazine she was reading while outside, a wind buffeted the windowpanes, making them shudder slightly as gray clouds rolled in. Storm glanced at Kurt and raised one shoulder eloquently, as if to say “not my fault,” before returning to pretending to read her magazine. A scuffling noise in the hall made them both look up sharply. Kitty’s angry voice rang out, echoing slightly off the tiled floor and scrub-green walls. “Let go of me, god damn it!”
“Miss,” a woman’s voice snapped. “Miss, you’re going to have to calm down!”
Kitty came into view, striding down the hall with her hands fisted at her sides, her face red with anger. “If I were any more relaxed, I’d be dead!” she snapped.
Kurt and Storm were on their feet and in the doorway in an instant. Kitty did not even pay attention to them as she strode past, heading for the ladies’ room. Kurt exchanged a nearly desperate look with Storm before heading after her, leaving Storm to deal with the nurse following. He did not give being in the ladies’ room any thought until he was actually inside, at which point, he stopped short and felt his eyes go wide. He was not sure what to expect, other than the usual bathroom accoutrements, but whatever it was, he did not want to know. His eyes went from saucer-round to squeezed tight shut in an instant and he stood very still, not wanting to bump into anyone or anything. “Katzchen?” he said brokenly before clearing his throat and trying again. “Kitty?”
“I’m in here,” she said thickly, obviously trying not to sound as if she were crying. “And we’re alone. Don’t worry.”
“Who said that I was worried?” he replied lightly, opening one eye. Except for the lack of urinals and the overwhelming presence of a sickly rose-pink color and a sofa1, the restroom was pretty much the same as what he was used to, public bathroom-wise.
“I can see you through the crack in the door. You look like you’re on the verge of collapse. Just go wait with Storm and I’ll be out in a minute or ten.” She sniffled softly, tearing a strip of toilet paper from the roll to attempt to surreptitiously blow her nose.
“Katzchen,” Kurt said quietly, finally opening both eyes and sighing. He edged closer to where her voice had come from, the large stall set aside for people with special physical needs, and stopped just short of the door. “What happened? I can hear you crying… Don’t tell me you’re fine when I know that you’re not.” He pressed his hands against the door hesitantly, wondering why she got gotten so quiet. He was just about to speak again when her hands came through the door and grabbed his wrists, pulling him inside. He gasped and nearly stumbled but caught himself as he reoriented to his new location, facing a splotchy-complexioned, slightly angry-looking Kitty. Her blouse was wrinkled where she had folded her arms too tightly across her midsection and her skirt bore splashes of water from where she had tried to blot her face before he arrived. She looked, he decided, like something betweefuryfury and a scared girl.
“You want me, right?” she asked suddenly, not giving him a chance to speak.
He blinked, rocking back on his heels. “Was?”
“You want me, right?” she repeated, sounding slightly put out. She advanced, pressing him against the tile wall behind him. “I’m not a bad person, I’m okay looking, I don’t have an obvious physical mutation like flippers or antlers ometomething…” She kissed him hard and hungrily then, so hard that his fangs punctured his lower lip and she tasted his blood for a brief moment before pulling away. She licked her lips, looking up at him with wide, bright eyes. “Tell me you want me.”
“Kitty, what’s gotten into you?” Kurt was not sure whether he should be worried or aroused. His body opted for the latter while his mind opted for the former. “Look, Liebes, you’re upset and acting out…”
“Shut up,” she ordered, kissing him again, this time not as hard but just as desperately. She tangled her fingers in his hair, deepening the embrace in short order. Her tongue laved the pinprick spots of blood she had caused him to draw before delving further, drawing him into the kiss. She sighed as his hands moved to her waist, then lower, pulling her tight against his growing arousal. She broke the kiss for breath after a few moments, her face more pink than red now and her eyes shining with a familiar light. “Here. Now.”
“Kitty! It’s a bathroom!” he said as if just then realizing where they were. “We can’t!”
“Kurt,” she sighed, already unfastening his jeans, “we’ve done it in cars, the hall closet, the basement, the Danger Room, the kitchen, the gazebo, the boat house, the row boat, bedrooms, the hall, the bathroom at the house… I don’t think a public bathroom is going to kill us.”
Kurt was at a loss for words as her fingers found his length and stroked, squeezing as if to emphasize her point. He let her turn him so that she was the one with her back against the wall as she pulled him close again, her thumb rubbing the head of his arousal and spreading the seeping fluid over sensitive flesh. He shuddered slightly and breathed her name, coherent thought leaving him rapidly. She made an incoherent noise and pressed against him, nipping at his neck as his hands slid down her thighs and lifted her, pressing her against the wall and shoving her skirt to her hips.
Kitty gasped as he filled her suddenly, his teeth sinking into the flesh of her neck just enough to cause a shock of pleasured pain through her body but not enough to draw blood or truly hurt. She arched against him, her breasts pressing against his chest and her body shaking with the effort it took not to cry out. The tip of his tail was between them, rubbing the sensitive bud of flesh and nerves at the apex of her sex, slickening her folds as he moved, cautiously at first, within her. She clutched at him frantically, for for fear of falling but out of growing ecstatic pleasure. Their gasps and muted groans echoed off the bathroom tiles and she wondered almost frantically if anyone was going to catch them. She knew it would be worse than getting caught at home, maybe even getting them arrested. She needed to feel wanted, though. She needed to know that at least one person she trusted wanted her. Logically, she knew that Kurt did, and that he loved her and would not willingly betray her, but some basic part of herself, something almost primitive, needed the reassurance. His tail pressed against her, rubbing her fast and hard, making her cry out against his neck as her body shuddered in release. She kissed and nipped his neck, her body suddenly lethargic despite coursing with firey hot sensations of need and lust and love and a myriad of other things that she could not sort out. Kurt thrust into her one more time, making the wall tiles bite into her back as he groaned her name, kissing her and rocking against her, his tail finally moving away and making her shudder even as he filled her with his own release.
Awkwardly and a bit hastily, they put themselves to rights. “I’ll go out first,” she suggested, trying to look as if she had not just had hot, sweaty sex with her boyfriend in a hospital bathroom. “And then follow me if you don’t hear my voice.
Kurt nodded, still catching his breath. He gave her one last, quick kiss and let her go, waiting for a moment before exiting himself, blushing furiously under his fur. “Liebes, are you going to tell me what happened?” he asked as they walked back towards the waiting area where Storm was standing, looking mildly disproving.
“Yes, but first we need to do something… “
1 I really have no idea why, but women’s public restrooms will have sofas in them from time to time. The theories range from somewhere to lay down when we’re crampy to indulging our tendency to wad up and talk. I really have no idea but there’s just something a tad off about having a sofa in a public bathroom. Any bathroom, for that matter… *shrug*