Constant Craving

CONSTANT CRAVING CHAPTER THREE (NC-17)
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A/N Foxfeather is still a goddess and Ted worships her abjectly...he told me so when he came to borrow a cup of dolphin chow. InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink get extraspecial Elf-shaped cookies for archiving. Readers/reviewers: super smooches for all of you... :)

Kitty was trying very hard not to laugh. Kurt was standing at the foot of her bed, showered for the second time in an hour, holding one foot about an inch from the ground and scowling fiercely. "Baby, what happened?"
"Brotherhood!" he spat. He limped to Kitty's side, putting her in mind of a whipped dog. "They rigged my room with mousetraps!" He held up his injured foot for her inspection and wiggled his toes painfully. "I'm just glad my tail was out of the way..."
Kitty sighed and repressed a smile, genuine concern for Kurt mingling with the desire to giggle at the offended look on her boyfriend's face. "Let me see, sweeite..." She took up Kurt's injured foot and made a great show of examining it, crooning endearments and gently prodding each toe in turn. "I think you'll live," she pronounced after a few moments of careful attention.
"It hurts," huteduted, the pain secondary to the feeling of Kitty's tender touch. "Check my little toe."
Kitty sighed and ran her fingers over his smallest toe. "I think you just have some bad bruises. Nothing feels broken. Here..." she dropped small kisses to the top of each digit and patted his ankle. "Better?"
"Mmmm," he murmured. "I think my other toes got caught ie rie ricochet." Kurt tucked his other foot into her sheet-clad lap and wiggled his toes enticingly. He propped himself back on his elbows and smiled. "Check for me?"
Kitty allowed a small chuckle then and, eyeing the clock as she took up his wiggling toes. "It's after eleven...I need to get some sleep as do you..."
"Ja, but we can sleep in here..." Kurt batted his eyelashes in the dim light of her bedside table.
"Kurt...you know that makes me feel all...weird." She avoided his mildly pained look and focused on rubbing his high arch. Since her birthday, they had tacit permission to carry on an adult relationship so long as they were discreet. Jean and Scott had been doing so with a great deal more caution than Jubilee and Remy, the latter couple known to tumble out of closets or get caught on the couch at a moment's notice. Kitty had slept in Kurt's room several times and he in hers, but every morning she scurried out as if her shirt was on fire to be in her own room when the rest of the mutants got moving.
"Katzchen, no one really cares if we sleep in each other's rooms...it's not like we're moving into one bedroom, you know..." Kurt took his feet back andwledwled up next to her, drawing her down to snuggle against her shoulder, twining their legs together in a favorite position. "Though, that isn't a bad idea..."
"Kurt!" Kitty jerked her head back to meet his yellow gaze. "I love you with all my heart but you know that is something too big to talk about for a while yet."
"I know, Liebes, I know..." Kurt kissed her shoulder lightly and began tracing small circles on her back with his thumb. "Just throwing it out there, seeing what sticks..."
"Mmmm," Kitty murmured, snuggling closer. "Didn't stick at all this time...maybe later." She could feel Kurt's arousal making itself known between them and her stomach developed a case of butterflies, a sensation she found pleasant and somewhat vexing. _We've done this before! Why am I always so nervous? _
Kurt's patteon hon her back moved lower, his fingers occasionally brushing the dip and swell of her hip, inching the edge of the sheet dand and her nightshirt up. "Liebes, were you mad at me earlier?"
"Hmmmm?" She moved slightly, her hips pressing ever so gently against his, her breathing minutely deeper.
"After that...thing...in the kitchen....were you mad about what I said?"
Kitty stilled under his hand, her undulations sorely missed by their recipient. "Did you mean it? That you don't think we can get along with the Brotherhood? Even if Lance and Todd are here with us now?"urt urt sighed, his hand still on her hip. He had a sinking feeling that he would not enjoy the outcome of this session in her bed. "I meant what I said. I don't think they've changed even though they're here now...Tabby and Blob are still out there, remnants of Magneto's group are still floating around....How are we so sure that Lance and Todd aren't here because it's part of some plot?"
Kitty's brows snapped down. "Well, if that's the case, how can we be sure Rogue and Remy aren't here as part of the same plot? Or any of us? I've known Lance since I was thirteen...he wouldn't be able to be part of a plot this long without telling someone..." _And Amara would blab the first chance she got. At least I think she would... _ A tiny seed of doubt was planted in Kitty's mind but she did not let it have much credence. Instead, she sighed and pressed her forehead against Kurt's collarbone, breathing in his scent, something that had nothing to do with the soap from his sr orr or the perfume of her sheets. He had not spoken yet but his hands were tense on her flesh, his breathing shallow and harsh as if he were angry. "Can you promise me something?"
Kurt felt the sadness in her voice, the disappointment he knew Kitty was feeling. "Anything, Schatz," he answered almost automatically, knowing he would go to the moon for her if she asked.
"Promise me that you'll not do anything stupid to the Brotherhood guys."
"Was?" It was Kurt's turn to look askance. "Kitty, they rigged my room..."
"How do you know it was them and not Jubilee trying to be funny again? Or Bobby, or Jamie, for that matter?" Kitty shook her head. "You don't know...all you...we...can do is deal with it as a prank. I'll back you up if you find who did it and if it's one of the Brotherhood, even Remy or Rogue, and they did it because they are Brotherhood, then I'll eat my words." She tickled him under his chin briefly, giving him her best "please?" smile. "Pretty please with sugar on it?"
Kurt knew he was lost-there was almost nothing he could refuse Kitty and part of his mind told him that was not exactly good. He turned her request over in his mind a few times before finding the glimmer of light he was looking for. "Okay." Kurt nodded once and fixed a solemn gaze on Kitty, intoning in a serious voice, "I, Kurt Wagner, hereby promise Kitty Pryde, nee Aikaterine Prydakos, also known as mein Engle, mein Schatz, Katzchen, and Queen of Foot Rubs and Interesting Things To Do With Her Boyfriend's Tail," here Kitty giggled and Kurt smiled indulgently before continuing, "promise not to do anything stupid to the members, present and former, of the Brotherhood." Kurt kissed her soundly on the cheek. "Good for you?"
Kitty sighed in satisfaction. "Very..." Something niggled at the back of her mind but she pushed it aside, not sure nor caring what it was about Kurt's promise tbothbothered her just a little. "However, I think I know a way to make it _much _ better..." She wormed one hand to his chest and flicked her fingers over his flat nipples, feeling them stiffen in primeval response.
Kurt's eyes glowed in the dim light, an expression coming over his face that Kitty was growing to recognize and thrill in. She pressed against him and he responded, his hand at the small of her back holding her hips to his. "So you accept my promise? That I w do do anything stupid to the Brotherhood?"
"Yes..." she whispered in the quiet room. "I accept it..." Kitty sigin pin pleased elation when his hand found her breast and stroked it gently. She felt his eyes intent on her face but could not open her own against the languid sensations spreading through her body.
Kurt smiled grimly, a tad regretful at deceiving Kitty but reasoning that it was unfair of her to expect him to follow her dictates rather than his own mind. Kitty's continued attention to his chest and stomach submerged all other thoughts beneath a growing haze of desire. Kurt growled softly and pushed her onto her back, his hands finding the edge of her shirt and pushing it up as he kissed her, licking and nipping at her lips. Kitty wriggled sat tat the sheet was off as Kurt's hands found her breasts, the contact of flesh against flesh making her hiss softly. Kurt felt a slight emptiness before the warmth of her flesh was again against him as Kitty phased through her clothes, her naked length making him catch his breath. "Katzchen," he managed thickly, rolling away just enough to look at her entire body, loving the faint pink flush spreading down her neck to her chest and lower, "you're so beautiful."
"You're just saying that because you don't know any better..." Kitty sighed and held her arms out to him, inviting him closer. Kurt rolled back with a happy murmur and Kitty began tugging at his clothes. "Hmmm...should've phased you out, too...oh, well!" She did it then, making Kurt start slightly as he became naked, his clothes beneath him and quickly tugged away, tossed aside by Kitty. "There...all naked now..."
Kurt growled in enthusiastic agreement, burying his face in her neck to leave love-bites even as she raked her nails down his back. Her legs clutched around his waist and they joined quickly as only teenagers seem to, hands and mouths seeking succor in each other, love-words mingling with pleas and demands as Kurt moved in her, making her arch against him and press her heels into his backside, forcing his movements deeper. "Liebes..." he moaned as he felt her clench around him.
"Shhh....I know..." she whispered, gasping as he let his tail press firmly against the juncture of her sex, it's sensitive tip sending hot shocks through her pelvis and spine, making her mouth fall open in an O of pleasure and near-pain from the suddenness of the climax; her hands tugged at Kurt's hair, making him throw his head back in spite of himself, her animalistic reactions driving him over the edge.
Kitty clawed at him as her namesake might, twisting and bucking beneath him as she keened his name. Kurt bit down on her shoulder and drove hard into her once more, his completion nearly as violent as hers. He shuddered and collapsed on top of her, crushing her pleasantly beneath him. "You smell like lavender," he finally muttered as his breathing returned to normal. He was still inside her and could feel her shake around him as he shrank from her.
"God, Kurt...that was...oy." _What the hell came over us? Cuz I want to do it again like that! "Kit"Kitty..." Kurt felt guilty. It occurred to him that he had broken a promise to her already and he needed to confess. "I'm sorry for this." A wave of his hand took in the entire rumpled bed, their sweaty bodies included.
"Why?" she asked, not a little panicked. She felt her heart leap to her throat as she patted at his hands, seeking her own as they were.
"I promised that I wouldn't use sex against you in anyway..."
"How is making love like we did using it against me?" Kitty felt marginally better, but affronted.
"I was still mad about the Brotherhood thing and..." Kurt closed his eyes guiltily, "I wanted to make love to forget it and maybe make you forget what I said..."
Kitty laughed shakily then. "Kurt, baby, did didn't break a promise...it's okay to do this when it isn't just for love's sake...I mean, so long as it's just with me..."
Kurt chuckled then at her moue of self-confusion. "Can I please, pretty please stay here tonight?" He wrapped his arms around her, drawing her to his chest and feeling the sweat cool rapidly between them.
Kitty sighed, albeit weakly. "Well, since you did make me that promise earlier...it's the least I can do!" She winked broadly at him to let him know that was not the only reason but it drove the point home...she intended to hold him to it!

Logan sniffed at the milk and made a face of disgust without even opening the carton. "Soy. Who the hell drinks soy milk?"
"I do, Logan..." Storm took the carton neatly from his hand and poured herself a glass. "When did you start drinking milk anyway?"
"Haven't...just wondering who drinks that crap..." Logan took a beer from it's hiding place behind the jar of marmalade and handily flipped the cap off the bottle.
"Much as I wonder who drinks that..." Storm took a sip of her drink and eyed Logan with great curiosity. "So what do you make of all this?"
Logan did not even have to ask what "this" was. "I think someone is gonna get their ass kicked."
"Succinct, but correct." Storm shrugged and shoved her glass aside, hopping to the counter top in a girlish move. "There's rumblings abovestairs about pranks..."
Logan snorted. "I know...got wind of Scott earlier. And Kurt wasn't too quiet about his...incident. Lance and Todd are quiet, though..." It was his turn to shrug. "Maybe it's just Jubilee being stupid again."
Storm raised an eyebrow. "Did you scent her?"
"This place is surging with teenage hormones. Can't rightly tell who's been where with any great certainty unless the scent is concentrated..." Logan sighed roughly. "Besides, it might be good for them to fight this all out."
"What?" Storm opened her eyes wide in surprise. "You think this will be a feud?"
"These kids are practically bred to hate each other...getting over that is gonna take some time..." Logan drained his beer almost to empty and raised an eyebrow at Storm. " All we can do is make sure not too much blood is spilled. I'm not sure who's on what side yet, but I know it's gonna cause a lot of tears to be shed... What're you doing up this late, anyway?"
Storm looked frozen for a moment, as if she was truant, before her usual calm demeanor slid into place. With a slight smile gracing her lips, she slid from the counter and took Logan's beer from him. With one s she she finished the beer and raised a brow at his bemused expression. "Teenage hormones aren't the only ones surging around here..." Storm laughed as his jaw dropped, strolling from the room with a swing in her hips.