Forever

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FOREVER—CHAPTER 29 (NC-17)

 

 

A/N Thankyouthankyouthankyou to Foxfeather for generally
kicking ass and reading all the stuff I send her and letting me know when
Kurt’s incoherent! Mille grazie also to
InterNutter for letting me use and abuse her springboard in such an alarming
way…this thing really spawned on me…

 

To all who reviewed:
* vbg * Thanks for all the loveliness and for sticking with this
loooooooooooooong story… And thanks to
those who sent me the name of the book I had Rogue reading last ch.: Aqua
Erotic. There ya go. Go forth, tell the others.

 

 

Standard Disclaimers Still Apply

 

 

Kitty
sighed happily, snuggling against Kurt’s chest. He’s always so warm…I bet he doesn’t even need the heat on in
the winter! She stretched her legs,
twining them with Kurt’s and dropping a sleepy hand to stroke his tail. Mmm.
Why don’t we do this more often?
Wait a sec. Kitty’s eyes
flew open in shock Kurt, my room,
us, sleeping---shit! Kitty awoke
fully and twisted to face Kurt only to find his wide yellow eyes staring back
at her. “Um, morning?”

“Nein—ist
only a little after ten o’clock. You’ve
been asleep for two hours or so.” Kurt
gently untangled their legs but left his tail wrapped around her waist. “I came in to check on you and well….” He duckis his head a little embarrassedly.

“Mmm. I was wondering. Had the strangest dream that Jubilee and Rogue were doing the
tango with Remy on my bed and eating ice cream at the same time.” Kitty yawned behind her hand and threw Kurt
a cheeky grin. “Don’t guess we should
linger, huh?”

“Noooo…..very
bad idea. We’re just lucky no one had
caught us.” Kurt regretfully unwrapped
his tail from around Kitty and rolled off the bed. “Are you hungry? n’t n’t
think you’ve eaten.”

“Have you
seen me lately? I could stand to skip a
few meals “ Kitty stood and pirouetted,
showing off emerging curves. “I’ve
gained six pounds in the past two weeks!”


“Katzchen,
you look fine…better than fine, actually…” Kurt smiled slightly and stepped towards her, hands itching to
show her just how much he admired her form , but Kitty snorted and shook her
head.

“I look
like a blimp!” swe swept her ponytail
holder off in one motion, twisting her hair into a loose knot and using the
elastic to hold it back. “I’m
all…doughy!” She pinched a fold of skin
on her upper arm and said, louder “Doughy!”

“Kitty! I’ve seen you in the Danger Room—you’re not
doughy nor are you out of shape. You
don’t have to be all…muscley…to be in shape.”
Kurt pushed blue-black bangs away from his face and glared at her in
consternation.

“I’ve
always been skinny, ever since I was little.
Now I’m all…ugh!” Kitty shook
her head and sighed sadly. “And now Dr.
McCoy says that being off the pill may make me put on some weight.”

‘Katzchen,
welcome to puberty.” Kurt sighed.

“Kurt, you
don’t understand! Being skinny was the
one thing that kept my mom off my back and now that I’m gaining weight…”

“Kitty,
your mother won’t bother you anymore. Remember?” Kurt laid a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Love isn’t approval of your looks, you
know. I would love you if you were a
one legged troll with cystic acne and bad breath.”

“Not hungry
anymore…”

“Sorry,
Liebe. Would waffles change your
mind?”

“Maybe
yogurt. With fruit.” Kurt raised his eyebrows and Kitty
sighed. “Okay. One waffle.
No butter.”

“It’s a
start…”



The smell
of waffles led Logan to the kitchen.
“What’re you kids doing up at half past eleven?” He took a surreptitious whiff of Kitty and
found she smelled faintly of Kurt but mostly of hospital and breakfast
food.

“Hungry.” Kurt’s mouth was full of waffle and syrup,
muffling his words.

“Ew,
sweetie. Say it, don’t spray it!” Kitty wrinkled her nose in mock-distaste
before nibbling on a spoonful of yogurt.


“How’s
Amara doing, Half Pint?” Logan seconded
a fork from the utensil drawer and speared the last waffle. “Where’s the rest of the box?”

“In Kurt. Amara’s…I don’t know.” Kitty shoved her half-eaten container of
yogurt to the side and made a moue of confusion. “I mean, she seemed really tired and confused, which I can
understand, but she still was all…”

“Bitchy?”
Logan asked, around the last waffle.

“Hey!” Kurt’s eyes widened in surprise at Logan’s
remark.

“Call ‘em
as I see ‘em, Elf.” Logan peered into
the freezer and, with a muffled “aha!” dragged out a box of chocolate-chip
frozen waffles. “Want any, kids?”

“Er,
no. Got yogurt.” Kitty dunked her spoon up and down a few
times in the separating dairy product and made a face.

“She’ll
have two,” Kurt murmured. Logan
nodded. He, too, was heartened by
Kitty’s recent weight gain and was on Kurt’s side in efforts to make her
realize that she was perfectly healthy with these new dimensions. They are in companionable silence for a
short while until Kurt finally broke the silence. “This time tomorrow, it’ll all be over one way or another.”

“Downer.”
Kitty’s face creased in worry.

“He’s
right, Kitty.” Logan pushed his plate
away and eyed the couple speculatively.
“Are the two of you sure you can handle whatever happens?”

Kurt looked
down at his hands and then at Kitty.
“Ja. No matter what, I know
we’re supposed to be together. Even if
we can’t now, we will when we’re older.”

Kitty
nodded, albeit sadly. “I am almost
positive that things will work out for the best but just in case….just in case
they don’t, I know that we will come together in the end.” She pushed her spoon through her yogurt
again. “Netzach.”

Kurt
nodded. “Netzach,” he responded.

Logan
quirked a brow. “Netzach?”

Kitty
smiled a little and raised sad eyes to look at her guardian. “I’ll tell you when you’re older.”

Logan
stared hard for a minute then laughed.
“Half-pint, you’re a strong girl, you know that? A smart ass, but strong!” Logan scraped his chair back and dumped his
dish in the sink, ruffling Kitty’s hair as he walked past. “Kurt, your mom’s hanging around in the rec
room. Might want to invite her
in.” With that, he was gone into the
darkness of the mudroom. Seconds later,
the sound of a motorcycle roaring to life was heard and Logan was gone into the
night, off to who knows where.

“Mama?” Astrid sheepishly stuck her head in the room
and waved her fingers in greeting.
“Come in!”

“Nein, I
just wanted to say goodnight and did not want to interrupt your talk with
Logan.”

“Astrid,
Kurt told me how supportive you’re being and well…I just want to say thank
you. The words seem too small, but thank
you.” Kitty felt tears rising in her
eyes and hid her face by ducking her head, letting loose whisps of hair fall
over her eyes.

“Kitty!” Kurt hurried over to her side of the table,
joining his mother in patting Kitty’s back and shoulders.

“Oh, I feel
like such a friggin’ drama queen!” Her
voice wavered with emotion.

“Well….”
Kurt paused, considering the situation carefully. “This has been a rather eventful month.” Kurt offered the women a bright smile and
was rewarded by a snort, then giggle from Kitty.

“Kurti!” Astrid swatted at her son with a playful
hand and laughed. “That’s it! I’m going to bed. Good night, Schatz.” She
dropped a kiss on Kurt’s head and squeezed him tight. “And good night, Kitty.
Believe me when I say everything will be fine…” She passed her hand over
Kitty’s cheek in a maternal gesture before dropping a knotted piece of rope in
her lap, hurrying off into the darkness of the upstairs.

“What?” It took Kitty a moment to notice the rope.

“Mama!” Kurt seemed chagrined and took the rope from
Kitty, turning it over in his hands.
“It’s a, um, good luck charm.[1] I’ll get rid of it!” He made to tuck it into his pants pocket
before Kitty stopped him.

“No! We need all the luck we can get!” She took it from him and tucked it into her
cleavage. “It’s not a bad thing,
keeping traditions.”

Kurt felt
guilty. “Sometimes I get embarrassed
because these things,” he indicated the charm, “make me even more different
than I already am.”

“Everyone
has things that make them different, even non-mutants. If it makes you feel better, I spit if
someone says something negative to me.”

“Vas?”

“Well, not
all the time. Like when someone tells
me to drop dead or something…” Kitty held
up two fingers on her left hand, pressed together and spit dryly on them. “Keeps away the bad mojo. Yaya taught it to me.”
“Tradition…”

“There’s a
song about that, you know[2].” Kitty smiled weakly and gathered their
plates. “If you get the syrup and
butter, I’ll load up the dishwasher.”
Kitty was dropping silverware into the basket when Kurt’s hand on her
back made her freeze. “Yeeeees?”

“Kitty,
what’ll we do if they take you away?”

“Kurt,” she
said, straightening. “That’s not going
to happen. Ever. Love finds a way.”

“You never
feel like this is all too much?”

The color
drained from Kitty’s face and her hands started to shake. “Are you…are you…”

“Vas? Nein!”
He grabbed Kitty’s hands and dropped butterfly kisses onto her
palms. “I’m not breaking up with
you! Never!”

“I just…it
sounded like…Oh!” Kitty dissolved into tears then and Kurt folded her into an
embrace, whispering protestations of love into her hair in both English and
German. After several sobbing moments,
Kitty pulled away. “I’m sorry.”

“Kitty,
never apologize. I’m just glad you said
it and didn’t hold it in!” Inside, Kurt
was shaking. How could she think I’d
ever leave her now that I have her?
What kind of upbringing would make her distrust love so much? Hell, I know what kind… “You know why I
asked you to be my girlfriend twice?”

“Um the
first time in the closet because I whined?”
Kitty was faintly pink with the erotic memory of it all.

“Nein…I
asked you then because I wanted to…I don’t know…bind you to me.” Kurt cupped her chin in his hand and gazed
deeply into her eyes before continuing.
“The second time was more…right, somehow. It wasn’t in the heat of passion, not that there was anything
wrong with that. But I want to make it
all right for you. I want to be
perfect, I want everything to be perfect for you.” Kurt was running down, his passionate declaration becoming a sad
admission.

“Oh, love,
you’ll always be perfect for me, no matter what. Even if you had asked me in a garbage dump, I would have said
yes.”

“Saying yes
and liking it are two different things.”
Kurt could not meet her eyes anymore, fixated as he was on her mouth.

“Kurt, I
always like everything you do…” Kitty
let the last fork fall from her hand and swayed closer to Kurt. Their lips were almost touching when a
throat was cleared near the doorway.

‘Bed time,
children.” Kurt and Kitty leapt apart
and turned almost-guilty eyes to the speaker.
Storm stood, arms folded, in the kitchen doorway.

“Yes,
Storm,” the chorused. Kitty led the
way out of the kitchen, Kurt close behind and Storm following at a short
distance to make sure they made it up the stairs.

“Has either
one of you seen Logan tonight?” Storm’s voice had taken on a strange quality
and Kitty turned slowly, raising an eyebrow at Kurt.

“Actually,
he went out about…half an hour ago?”

“Ja…thirty
minutes or so.” Kurt fought back a
smirk at Storm’s disappointed expression that passed quickly.

“Well. Good night, then.” She arched ivory brows at them, insisting through that gesture
that they go to bed immediately.

Kurt and
Kitty murmured good nights, each departing to their rooms. Kitty waited just inside her door for a few
moments, listening for Storm’s footfall to pass her door. When it did not after five minutes, she took
a deep breath and made an executive decision. I’m already a scarlet
woman…May as well change my name to Hester Prynne[3]
and be done with it. Kitty willed herself into phase and passed through the
wall into Jubilee’s room, hurrying past the sleeping girl and avoiding her
stereo system against the wall she passed through into Jean’s room. Jean had on her headphones and was looking
down, painting her toes. Kitty nearly
froze but forced herself through before the girl looked up, phasing into the common
bathroom little-used by the residents. Now to cross the hall…Kitty
closed her eyes and prayed that no one was outside the door before running
through at full tilt, passing through the wall, into the hallway, and into the
room across from it. Scott was asleep
already so Kitty passed out of phase for a moment to catch her breath. When he made a small noise in his sleep and
moved as if waking, Kitty darted through the wall and appeared in Kurt’s room. It was dark and the room smelled faintly of
sulphur. Shit. He’s ‘ported off somewhere. Kitty felt around for a light switch and
found the lamp he kept on his dresser.
The room was bathed in a soft white glow and Kitty blinked at the sudden
contraction of her pupils. He’s
always been neat as a pin… The room was in perfect order, everything in
it’s place except for a light pink blob on the bed. That’s where that went!
The sweater she had left on the bathroom floor that disturbing night
with Amara was sitting on Kurt’s pillow, making a small, soft pile where his
head would lay. Heh. I know what he’s doing with that…same thing
I do with his shirt. Kitty tou touched by the gesture but felt very guilty for lurking around Kurt’s room
without him there. I could hang out
and surprise him…I’ll wait. Kitty sauntered
over to the bed and sat gingerly on the edge before laughing at herself for
being so cautious and scooting against the headboard. This room smells like him…Guess it would, wouldn’t it? Duh, Kitty!
But Scott’s room didn’t smell like him.
It smelled a little like leather and mostly of that weird frangipani
stuff Alex sent him from Hawaii. And Jubilee’s room smells like those joss
sticks she burns.[4] Jubilee never smells like joss. She smells like gum and that perfume she
wears… But Kurt’s room smells like
him. Kind of musky and patchouli-ish
and just…well…sexy. Kitty sank
down into the pillows and sighed, the smell sending a familiar tingle down her
spine and into her lower belly. Oh,
no you don’t Kitty! Don’t even think
it! It was too late, though. The smell was making memories of their few
times together rise to the surface of her brain. Kurt above her, around her, filling her…Kitty chewed on her lower
lip, praying Kurt would show up soon.
Five minutes and hundreds of images later, Kitty was the worse for
wear. Warmth was pooling in her lower
belly, running into liquid fire between her legs. Damn it! Of all the
fucking times for this to happen…Damned hormones! Kitty squirmed and crossed her legs, exerting just enough
pressure to bring a small amount of relief.
Kurt, where the Hell are you?
She found her hand drifting towards her stomach, bare where her shirt
had ridden up. Tracing one finger down
her skin, Kitty mentally shook herself.
That would be too rude. Dear
Miss Manners, what is the etiquette concerning getting yourself off in your
lover’s bedroom while he’s out? Kitty’s
hand found it’s way to the waistband of her pants and unfastened the button. No
turning back, girl…If I start this and Kurt comes in, will he be pissed? Would he be disgusted? Or would he be into it? Her hand had already drifted down to the
source of her discomfort. Her mind
pleasantly blurry, Kitty basked in the smell of Kurt surrounding her, slipping
further into the images playing through her mind. Her fingers working against her slick heat, Kitty found herself
mewling softly in the softly lit room, her hips working against her fingers as
her other hand moved to her breasts, alternately pinching and stroking her
nipples through her bra. She could feel
the tension building in her belly and knew the inevitable was near. Throwing her head back, Kitty felt a
pleasant vertigo as her internal muscles clenched and released around seeking
fingers, fluid warmth dampening her underwear and jeans as she arched her back
in frantic need. Well, this is
certainly a compromising position, she thought as the buzz faded. Wiping her fingers off on her jeans, Kitty
quickly set herself to rights and guiltily straightened the bed. Oy.
With one last, shamed glance around the room, Kitty retraced her route
and hid her face in her pillows when she got back to her room. I am a wanton woman…

 

Kurt had
gone back downstairs to start the dishwasher and ran into Logan as he came back
in through the mudroom. “Elf.”

“Herr Logan...” Kurt nodded a greeting, a little nervous
about being alone with the man.

“Look,
kid…” Logan paused, helmet tucked under
his arm in deference to local laws, and eyed Kurt warily. “I know we’ve butted heads and I know you’re
afraid of me, but I have to tell ya that I think you done good by Kitty.”

“Vas?” This was not what Kurt had been
expecting.

“I don’t
like that you two…yeah, well… but I understand it. I don’t like that all this shit is going on with her
family and I don’t like that I now have all the responsibility for a kid
now—don’t get me wrong, I love Kitty,” Logan looked embarrassed as he could,
“but I don’t think its fair what her parents did to her.”

“Ja…I
think, though, that it was for the best.”
Kurt dimly realized that he was actually having a man-to-man talk with
Logan and did a slight happy dance mentally but tempered it with a good dose of
reality. Logan may still kill
me…”Local Youth Dies in Training Accident…Film at eleven.”

“Hmmm. Me too, kid.” Logan had fished a beer from the fridge and was taking a deep
swig while eyeing Kurt. “Ya know, I’d
rather it be you than Lance.” Kurt was
not sure what to say to that but Logan saved him from comment by
continuing. “Half pint tell you about
Amara?”

“Ja…a
little.”

“Mmm. Lance?”
“What about him?” A needle of jealous pierced Kurt’s heart
before he could quell the impulse.

“Ask
Amara.” Logan saluted him with the beet
and disappeared into the depths of the garage again.

Kurt stood in the kitchen, puzzling
out his last comment, before heading into the rec room. Rogue was entering from the opposite doorway
and the two paused. Rouge said, “So…your mom’s here.”

“Yeah…um, she’d like to get to know
you better, Rogue.”

“Kurt, honestly, I’m not ready for
that just yet.” Rogue closed tired eyes
against a bite of sadness.

Kurt closed the distance and rested
a brotherly hand on her arm. “You’re my
half-sister and that makes you her daughter, as far as she’s concerned.”

“Please, Kurt…I have enough to deal
with right now…”

“Remy?”

“Not really.” Rogue averted her eyes, not sure what to say
about Pietro, or even if there was anything to be said at all on the subject.

“Gotcha. I can respect privacy.
Good night, Rogue. I think
there’s ice cream left if you want to wrestle with demons along side Ben and
Jerry.”

“Thanks, bubba.”[5] Rogue actually blushed, catching the
endearment she let slip. Kurt looked
moderately pleased and gave her a final pat on the arm before heading to bed.

His
light was on, which made him hyper-aware.
I know I didn’t leave that on earlier…The bed sheets were
slightly rumpled and the pink sweater had been moved. Who the hell…? A
whiff of scent made Kurt’s nose flare in recognition. Gott im Himmel. Fuck
me—she didn’t! Tcentcent was
unmistakable, and Kurt found himself drawn to the bed, falling on his knees
next to it. The smell was intense to
his acute senses and he felt the tremors start low, ending in his hands. Oh, Katzchen! I think I’m going to go blind![6]

 

NextNext up, just what is going on
with Jean and Scott now? Amara gets out of the hospital and Kitty’s parents
come over with the arbitrator…





[1] Drawing a
little on the Comic-verse Kurt’s Gypsy background. Many Romany groups used
knotted rope and string tied in various patterns as charms for many
purposes. Even Romany who are nominally
other faiths still retain some of the old ways.

[2] Fiddler
on the Roof.
Yidle-didle-didle-didle-dum.

[3] Protagonist
in The Scarlet Letter. If you
haven’t read it, do so. Now. Thank you.

[4] Joss is a
type of Asian incense used typically by Buddhists but can be used for
ecumenical purposes. Burns a long time
and lacks fillers so it’s pure. There’s
two types—pine and rosewood (might be more that I don’t know about). Both are soothing and very lovely.

[5] Southern
endearment for brother. Also used to
refer to a sweet goofball or a general idiot.
Rogue meant the first two.

[6] Old wive’s
tale—if a guy masturbates too much, he’ll go blind. Or get hairy palms. Or all both.