Galatea

Galatea Chapter Twenty Five (NC-17)
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Kitty bit her lip as she slid the sharp blade under the laminate on her passport. All she could think was that she was committing a federal offense, that all manner of horrible things could happen to her, but she really did not see any other way to help Amara. _Not, _ she thought to herself, _that anyone asked me to help... _ This gave her pause. She set the craft knife down and rocked back in her chair, staring at her bulletin board over her computer. _Maybe Kurt's right and I am going into this half-cocked... _ She had barely lifted a corner of the laminate, just enough to seem like normal wear and tear if she stopped now. _But I already went to all the trouble... _ She exhaled noisily and tipped back further, staring up at the ceiling now. _Damn it if he wasn't a little bit right..."
"Katzchen?"
"Kurt," she started, falling over backwards and landing on the floor, chair and all. "Uh, hi!"
He hastened to help her to her feet. "Are you alright?"
She smiled as his hands went from a distinctly cautious touch, checking her for injuries, to one of interest. "I don't think that's how you check for broken bones."
"Mmmm...don't care." He slid his hands to her rear and pulled her into an embrace, kissing her ear and whispering, "You didn't meet me last night."
She sighed and pulled away enough to look up at him. "Ended up having a girl's night sort of thing...there was, um, girly stuff going on."
"Girly stuff?" He raised a brow. "That's not for another week..."
"Not that!" she blushed, ducking her head. "Don't mention that!"
He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Fine, fine. Want to tell me what's wrong then?"
"Nothing...Just stuff." She stepped back, him moving with her per force, pulling him to sit on the bed. "I've been meaning to talk to you about what you asked me though..."
"I thought you said you didn't want to do that."
"Kurt!" She slapped his arm lightly and blushed even more deeply than before. "Does everything have to be about sex with you?"
"I'm seventeen. Yes."
Kitty shook her head and sighed. "Goof. I just wanted to know if you were serious or just upset."
"Both."
"I can't tell Katja not to like Piotr! Just because he feels more comfortable with Magneto's way of doing things..." She paused. "You know, I thought I could make that one fly but nope. Look, Katja likes him and he apparently likes her. It's not like they're engaged or anything!"
Kurt frowned. "We don't know that. Rom, we marry early... They might have an agreement already!"
"Your parents wouldn't really let a fifteen year old girl get engaged!"
He sighed. "Ja, they would. Married, maybe not. Engaged, though...Betrothals are very nearly the same as marriage for us. Vows are taken and oaths are made..." He ran his hands through his hair in agitation. "If he asks Katja and she says yes, she's bound."
"How...barbaric."
"Was?"
"Like she can't change her mind or something!"
"Well, if she makes an oath..."
"Kurt," she said after a thoughtful pause, "I think you're have an overdose of testosterone because you're not acting like your usual self."
"I'm not..." he snorted. "You're on to talk, getting pierced like that, acting all air-headed..."
"I am NOT!"
"What's with the Valley Girl talk then?"
She frowned. "Leave my speech patterns alone."
"Kitty, I'm sorry you don't like the fact I don't like your navel piercing. I'm sure there's things about me..."
She stood and crossed her arms over her chest. "Not really."
"Was? You're kidding me..."
"Sometimes...sometimes you do some things that make me upset, but I don't hate that about you. Like when you get jealous when I spend time with Lance, that bugs me but I just figure it's an old reaction you haven't shaken yet and you don't mean anything by it because you know I love you."
Kurt huffed. "I don't get jealous." He paused and slid a glance at her. "I just get...annoyed. What else bothers you?"
Kitty rolled her eyes and bumped her knees against his. "I don't keep a list!"
"Name one other thing!"
"Kurt!"
"Just one..."
"Fine...Okay. I really do like the whole proprietary thing because it makes me feel all...you know..." she toyed with the ends of her hair, feeling strangely exposed. "But sometimes, it's just a little too much, you know? I mean, I like to feel like we're two different people even though we're together, you know?"
"I'm not proprietary," he insisted. "I just care about you... I want to help you and make sure your safe and...and..."
"Kurt," she said quietly, bending to look him in the eye, "it's okay. I even like it. But sometimes, I'd like to not feel like that, just a little. Not all the time, but every once in a while..."
"I see," he lied. He could not figure out how not to care for her like that, how not to show her through doing that he loved her. "What should I do instead?"
"There's no instead," she sighed, pushing him back onto the bed as she stretched out next to him. "It's just something I deal with."
"You shouldn't have to deal..."
"Wrong word," she interceded. "I just mean that it's you and I love you and I'm okay with it." She kissed his jaw, silencing any protest he was about to make. "And I'm sorry I missed last night...want me to make it up to you?"
"Were you busy?"
"Nothing that can't wait," she murmured, kissing him again, trailing the tip of her tongue along his jaw to his throat. She made a mental note to talk to Amara later and find out just what the plan of action was for Monday before she slid her hand under Kurt's shirt. "You?"
"I have homework but..." he sighed, his tail slipping across her back as her leg tangled with his. "I think it can wait a little bit." He bit his lip as Kitty's hand worked beneath the waistband of his jeans and found his arousal. As her fingers closed around him, he moved the tip of his tail along her back to the swell of her hip, her jeans a negligible obstacle.
She gasped and tightened her fingers around him, earning a moan of appreciation. She drew on his throat, her tongue laving where she marked as his tail slid even lower, teasing her folds to open for him. Kitty closed her eyes and shifted so that he could have access to her, sighing as he dipped into her waiting warmth and quickening her rhythm against him. She felt his hand move to trace lazy circles on her back as she pressed against him, exerting pressure between her and his tail as she moved with him, her hips grinding against the mattress even as he arched his against her hand. Between the friction and the pressure, Kitty was not long for their activities. She cried out against his neck and tightened her grasp even as she squeezed his tail with her internal muscles, making him gasp aloud.
He felt her shudder in release, her slick folds against his sensitive tail at maddening odds to her grasp on his length. She mewled in aftershock, her body shivering in tiny ripples of delayed pleasure as he drew the tip of his tail through her moisture, not abandoning her sex now that she was done. Her tiny groans and moans were his undoing as she murmured against his ear, her fingers spasming on his need. He bit his tongue to keep from crying out as he reached climax, Kitty's fingers sticky with his release still moving on him until he hissed.
"Sorry," she muttered, sighing as he withdrew from her entirely.
"Liebes," he panted, "that's two mornings in a row we've had foreplay but no lovemaking."
"I promise promise promise to be there tonight. Nine?"
"Ja, nine," he laughed softly, kissing her forehead. "And don't take what I said to heart earlier, bitte?"
She smiled and nodded faintly, but inwardly she disagreed. _No, _ she whispered mentally, _you're right... I do need to change... _

A/N Next up, Beast/Cecilia, Emma/Sean...oh, Hell, a bunch of people. And gs ggs get twisty...