The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea Chapter Three (NC-17)
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Kitty twisted her hair deftly into a loose knot and shoved the chewed pencil through it, securing it in place for the most part. It was her turn to make dinner and she was taking no prisoners. “Okay, give it her Sh She held out her hand impatiently and wiggled her fingers.
Kurt raised a brow. “You sure you want to do this? You remember what happened the last time…” He stood just out of arms’ reach, hoping she would reconsider.
“Kurt,” she sighed in exasperation. “I don’t have time to cook a full on meal for twenty six people, even WITH your help! Now give me the phone!” She took it from him and hit the first speed dial option.
“Just make sure to order extra this time!KurtKurt plopped himself down in the nearest chair and flipped his tail idly. The rule was they had to provide food and preferably a balanced meal. There was no rule saying how it had to get to the table. “Get those stick things!” he hissed in a whisper as Kitty ordered their pizzas. “Lots of those stick things!” He laughed when she waved him off, confirming the order. When she finally hung up, he added, “Now you just have to worry about the salad, Miss Vegetarian.”
“Yeah, yeah,” she muttered before brightening. “Did I tell you my brilliant idea yet?” She slid into the chair next to him and rested hhin hin on her hands. “And did I mention I am a freaking genius?”
“Modest, too,” he murmured, touching the tip of her nose with the very tip of his tail. “What is your brilliant idea, Liebes?” He leaned forward, brushing a kiss across the corner of her mouth before whispering in her ear, sending shivers down her spine, “Does it have anything to do with scarves and bedposts?”
Kitty blinked, her body tightening in response to that mental image. Color suffused her face prettily as she tried not to smile. “No, but keep a good thought.” She shivered slightly as his teeth caught the edge of her earlobe and he suckled there briefly. “Kurt, I can’t think when you do that…”
“Gut,” he muttered, lacing his fingers with hers. “How long until the pizza gets here?”
She rolled her eyes as he nuzzled her neck. “Always thinking about the food… he said about half an hour.” She gasped as the sudden pulling vertigo washed over her, stopping as suddenly as it had started. They were in her room now, standing beside her bed.
He smiled wolfishly down at her. “I think half an hour is enough time if we rush it…” He kissed her fully then, darting his tongue between her lips and closing his eyes as her hands came up to rest on his shoulders. She was drawing him slowly down to the bed with it’s candy pink sheets that he knew smelled of her. As the kiss broke, she arched her throat in silent offering, shivering and moaning softly when his teeth and tongue nipped and licked at the soft flesh of her neck.
“I…” she gasped as he unbuttoned her shirt, “didn’t tell you my brilliant idea…”
“It can wait,” he murmured against theamy amy swell of her flesh, nipping her hard enough to leave a mark. The thudding of her heart seemed to reverberate through his body as he pressed against her, the soft curves and hard planes of her form. He ached, he wanted her so badlyhe nhe need coursed through his veins, culminating in a swirling tension low in his belly. Kitty was making the softest noises in her throat, her lips moving as if she were saying his name, asking him for something. He pushed the cup of her bra off her left breast and paused for a moment to revel in the fact that she was here, with him of all people, letting him do this, encouraging it…
“FUCK YOU!”
Kurt growled and buried his face against Kitty’s breast. “It never ends!”1
Kitty laid very still as the door down the hall slammed shut and heavy, booted steps stormed down the hall past her door. “Do we have to?” she sighed, already reaching for her shirt to rebutton it. Kurt rolled off her and onto his back. “We can just stay in here and pretend we didn’t hear that…”
“Oh, yeah? FUCK YOU TOO, TOAD!”
Kurt sighed. “We did hear that, though. You take Rogue, I go after Todd?”
“Yeah,” she sighed, sitting up as he did. A small part of her could not help but think now, maybe Rogue would be able to babysit after all, but she shoved that back down and straightened her shirt and pulled the pencil out of her bun. “Do me a favor and take this,” she dug in her pocket and emerged with a small handful of bills, “and pay the pizza guy when he gets here? I’ll be on her room and can’t hear the bell.”
Kurt nodded. “See you on the other side.” Kitty laughed humorlessly and phased through the door ahead of him, turning left to go towards Rogue’s room as he turned right and headed down the stairs.
Kitty was behind Amara and Jubilee already, even seconds after the outburst. “What’s wrong?” she asked kindly. “You look like you’ve been crying!”
Rogue glared, her eyes red rimmed in her pale face. “Brilliant deduction, Holmes.” She turned and strode back into her room, throwing herself onto the bed and wrapping her arms around a pillow. “Y’all comin’ in or you just gonna stare?”
Amara exchanged glances with Kitty. “Well,” the Nova Roman said, “you can’t hit from here. OW!” She batted the thrown pillow away. “Bitch.”
Rogue shot her the finger and sighed as Jubilee herded the girls in and shut the door behind them. “Okay, chica. Spill.”
Rogue shook her head. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

1 Alan Rickman as The Metatron in Dogma moment, lol.