The Rogue, The Rat, The Demon, and The Cat

Chapter Two: Passion Fruit

The students didn’t get as much sleep as they had hoped for. Around five that morning, Logan had the professor wake up every student telepathically to treat them to a “surprise” danger room session. He had said that it would prepare them for the survival training trip that he announced after they had finished their session (He growled and unsheathed his claws when he heard the chorus of groans from them; they didn’t say another word) and he told them that they had the day to pack. Very few students enjoyed hearing this news: not only did it mean Logan dragging their asses half way across the wilderness, but he chosen the worst time to announce it. Not only were the students tired, hungry, sweaty and bruised, hadn’t even brushed their teeth, but now they knew they had to spend the entire day preparing for a vacation in hell.

Kitty wasn’t speaking to Kurt yet. The fact that the younger students kept doing ballet poses and the little I Dream of Jeanie dance whenever she was around didn’t help matters much. Kurt was sad, of course, and watched regretfully as Kitty walked out of the danger room with Rogue without even glancing in his direction. If only he had kept his stupid mouth shut.

For some unknown reason, though, it seemed Rogue was not speaking to Remy either. Could it be that she was not speaking to him so that Kitty wouldn’t feel like she was alone in being mad at somebody? Did she suddenly revert back to disliking him? Or was it simply that she wasn’t sure what to think about their almost… um… “something” that nearly happened yesterday? Whatever the reason was, she turned around and walked in the other direction whenever it seemed like he would approach her.

Kitty and Rogue had been like most of the other students who went back upstairs to get a few more hours of sleep. Remy instead decided to get ready for the day and Kurt just fell back onto his bed and stared at the ceiling.

Matilda waited two more hours before appearing in the hallway downstairs. She looked at the huge staircase and waited; she knew that all the students would soon come bounding down those stairs for whatever things that they planned on doing that day. Matilda pulled out a small, silver, hand held tape recorder and held it close to her mouth.

“Matilda’s War Journal: Day Two.” She spoke into the speaker. “It’s seven thirty five in the A.M. and the four subjects have yet to make an appearance. Subject number three is mad at subject number four presently, so my primary objective with these two is to get them un-mad at each other, and then get them in a romantic situation again. Subject number two for some unknown reason is not speaking to subject number one, possibly due to the awkwardness facing an open discussion about the almost kiss that they were both involved in yesterday with each other. Goal: get them to almost kiss again (that is the furthest that she can get), and hopefully get them to confess to some amount of feelings that they might be having for each other.” Matilda looked in the direction of the kitchen. “My approach today is to get sex on their brains, so that they cannot look at each other without getting turned on. If all goes well, they will be able to spend the next few days shagging in the mountains while saving the world. The solution:” Matilda pulled out two bananas and two peaches. “Passion fruit: while you eat it, someone eats you.”

Matilda turned to watch the large ensemble of students come down the stairs. Most of the younger ones went towards the rec room to watch TV, and a few of the older ones headed straight outside to their cars to go out for the day (“I thought Logan said they were supposed to be packing? *sigh*, kids these days.”). It was a few minutes before Rogue and Kitty walked down the stairs together.

“I know it’s not that serious Rogue. It’s just one more thing people can tease me about.”

“Kitty, what have Ah told you about caring about what other people think?”

“I know that. But because they’re making fun of me, they’ve pretty much ruined dancing for me. It was the one thing that I wanted to keep sacred to me. Yesterday I chose to share it with Kurt and look what happened.”

Rogue sighed. “Kitty, you know Kurt didn’t mean for this to happen. You should keep dancing sacred to you, because it’s something that you love to do and you aren’t doing it for everybody else. And Ah know that it meant a lot to Kurt that you wanted to show him that part of your life.”

Kitty’s face hardened, an expression that looked almost abnormal on her. “I don’t see why he just had to tell Scott, of all people, about it though…” Kitty’s voice and Rogue’s response faded as they walked inside of the kitchen.

Matilda leaned her head on her hand. “Yeah, she definitely needs a release in the worst way. And Rogue just needs to relax.” Kurt teleported down the stairs in a slower fashion than his usual fashion; just one indication about how sad he was. “He definitely needs a happy. I think that I can probably help him in that department.” Kurt looked as though he was going to head towards the library, which is in the complete opposite direction of the kitchen. “Oops, wrong way.” Matilda quickly walked up behind him and said, “Don’t ignore your poor deprived tummy!” Kurt tenderly placed a three fingered hand over his growling stomach. “Get some breakfast before you do anything else.”

Kurt took a longing glance at the kitchen and then teleported into it (unbeknownst to him, he had a passenger). It’s difficult to come up with the right words to describe the awkwardness that occurred in the kitchen the minute that Kurt appeared. Rogue was drinking from a carton of milk and Kitty was reaching for a box of cereal in one of the higher cabinets. Any conversation that the two girls had been having was now forgotten. They just looked at Kurt without a word, and he looked back with the same amount of silence. Matilda was getting dizzy from the amount of eye tennis she was playing by looking back and forth between the three.

Matilda pulled out her tape recorder again. “Sit rep: subjects three and four are unresponsive to being in the same room together. Subject two just appears to be attempting to blend in with the awkward atmosphere by not getting involved or speaking. If something is said right now, the two subjects will only begin to fight. Probably wise not to say anything.” Matilda resumed watching them with focused intent, like an animal documentarian.

Leave it to Remy to be the one with bad timing. He came in suddenly rubbing the sleep from his eyes and said to no one in general, “Please tell Remy dat dere’s coffee left.” No one said anything, and Remy didn’t seem to notice the great amount of silence currently present in the room. Rogue noticed that Kitty’s surprised expression at seeing Kurt had been replaced by one that was vaguely reminiscent of Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction; she promptly stepped further away from Kitty.

Matilda briefly looked panicked and then pulled out her tape recorder. “Subject number three I believe is about to respond to subject number four’s presence. Possible bloodshed might occur.” Matilda hopped over to a stool by the island of the kitchen. She propped her head in her hand and watched with a zealous interest.

Kitty scowled at Kurt as soon as the words left Remy’s mouth. She promptly put the cereal box back and began to storm out of the kitchen. She would have been successful, had a certain little blue man not caught her by the arm.

“Keety, please do not go.” Kurt said, sounding desperate.

“Oh I am sorry. You must have me confused with someone who’s speaking to you.” Kitty said, not hiding the harshness in her voice. But Matilda noticed something interesting.

“Subject number three has yet to use her phasing powers to escape number four’s grip. Could this mean that she wants to stay and talk things over with him?”

“Kätzchen, I’m not sure how many times I can say that I’m sorry before you believe me?” Kurt let go of Kitty when he was fairly sure that she would not leave at the moment.

“It’s kind of funny you should mention that, because I have not heard you apologize more than once before now. But I can kind of understand why you haven’t gotten the chance to, seeing as how I was and am avoiding you.” Kitty said, going to the refrigerator. Remy silently drank a mug of coffee by the window and Rogue was barely noticeable looking through the cabinets for the bagels.

“Keety, how can you hope to avoid me? Ve live in the same house after all.”

“Kurt…” Kitty said, sounding rather annoyed.

“Kätzchen, you know how sorry I am that you got embarrassed. I vould never have uttered a word to Scott had I known that he was going to tell everyone and their grandmothers.”

“See, that’s the thing Kurt! Why did you even have to tell Scott? I didn’t want anybody to know.”

“I… vell, I…” Kurt stammered.

“Subject number four appears to be having difficulty answering the question of why he told Scott. This most certainly has to do with the fact that if he tells subject three the truth, then he ends revealing his true feelings for her.”

“Chaton, de reason Bleu felt a need to tell someone is dat seein’ y’ dance was probably de highlight of his life, an’ de highlight of one’s life is not somethin’ dat y’ can just keep t’ y’self.” Remy said, interjecting from his safe spot by the window. He seemed oblivious to the death stares he was getting from both Kitty and Kurt.

“Remy, do me a favor?” Remy raised his eyebrows in response to Kurt’s question. “Quit helping.”

“He’s just tired of hearing about this. But then again aren’t we all?” Rogue said, trying to look harmless.

“Rogue!” Kitty said, sounding offended.

“Well, it’s true. Even while we were sleeping last night, you were givin’ off the aura of being pissed and it was keepin’ meh from gettin’ a good night’s sleep.”

“Oh you’re one to talk. I woke up in the middle of the night because of the damn nightmare you were having.” Kitty said, trying to turn back to Kurt.

“Nightmare?” Rogue asked, sounding confused.

“Yeah, you were so loud. You were like moaning like a banshee and thrashing in your sleep. It was like Freddy was trying to kill you.” Kitty said, not really noticing the blush that began to taint Rogue’s cheeks.

“Uh, yeah, Freddy and all that.” Rogue said, quickly stuffing a bagel in her mouth.

“What were y’ dreamin’ ‘bout dat scared y’ so bad chère-“ Remy was cut off quickly.

“So Kitty, Kurt’s some jerk for tellin’ Scott about your ballet, idn’t he?” Rogue said a little too quickly. It had its desired effect.

“Yeah, he is!” Kitty said, turning her full attention back to Kurt. Kurt looked incredulously at his sister.

“I thought that you vanted this to end?”

“Well little brother, sometimes you just gotta fight stuff out.” Rogue said, trying to sound as though she had the
wisdom of the sages.

“Yeah! Now tell me why you told him when I asked you not to?” Kitty asked, crossing her arms.

“Vell… technically Keety you never specifically asked me not to tell anyone. I just assumed you might be embarrassed
because that is how you are.” Kurt said, trying to sound sensible.

“Well, you assumed right!” Kitty said, not at all daunted by the fact that Kurt had pointed out something she had been wrong about.

“Hmm… this is getting them no where.” Matilda said, stroking her non existent chin beard. “And things are getting tense in here.” She pulled out the peaches and the bananas again. “Time to enter the Passion Fruit.”

Very silently and carefully, Matilda gently placed the two peaches at the top of the fruit bowl that was at the center of the counter. She looked behind her to see Kitty telling Kurt something, and then stood and walked towards them. “Isn’t all this fighting making you hungry?” Kitty rubbed her stomach but never took her eyes away from Kurt. “Some fruit might give you more energy.” Kitty quickly glanced at the fruit bowl. Right on cue she turned her back to Kurt and started to reach for an orange. “But those peaches look so delicious, don’t they?” Kitty directed her hand over to a peach and picked it up briefly (Matilda grinned knowingly). She set it back down on the pile of fruit as soon as she heard Kurt say something.

“Keety, couldn’t ve just forget that this whole thing ever happened?” Kitty turned to look at him as though he just suggested that they forget her birthday.

“Kurt, how could you want to walk away from an argument just like that?” Kurt looked like a dog that knew he was about to get scolded; no matter what he said or did, he knew Kitty would be mad at him either way.

“I don’t vant to valk avay Keety.” He sighed, and looked from left to right at nothing. “I just vant to be forgiven so that everything can be as it vas.”

“Kurt…” Kitty said, sounding very tired. She took a deep breath in before continuing. “Look, I realize it doesn’t seem like a big deal to you or anyone else, but…” Kitty wasn’t fully sure what to say next.

“Situation is becoming too wound down.” Matilda placed the two bananas with the rest of the fruit and walked over to Kurt. “Hey, weren’t you hungry?” Kurt had a yearning look in his eyes again. “How about some fruit? It looks awfully fresh today.” Kurt looked over to the fruit bowl. Matilda smiled when she saw him automatically go for one of the bananas. He touched it briefly but set it back down as Kitty spoke again.

“Kurt, look at me. Stop letting your stomach take first priority over everything.” Kitty said, in a beautiful cross between pathetic and annoyed.

“Kätzchen, I honestly do not know vhat more I can say to you. I have apologized, apologized, and apologized again, but it seems to make no difference to you. I’m not sure vhat it is that you vant of me.” Kurt held his arms in a peaceful gesture.

Kitty sighed and was at a loss of words. She really didn’t know what she wanted from him. Well, I want a lot of things
from him but I don’t know if he wants to hand those over to me, she thought. She looked back at Kurt, shook her head, and said, “I just want to be left alone right now.” With that, she turned and left the kitchen; it was honestly the best thing she could come up with at the moment.

Kurt’s shoulders slumped dramatically. He inhaled deeply before calling, “Keety… please vait a minute…” He teleported out of the kitchen to wait for her in her room, since that was obviously where she was headed.

Remy and Rogue were left in the kitchen. After fanning out the smell of sulfur and brimstone with their hands, they remained in silence. Remy glanced at an open bar stool next to Rogue and immediately began to go towards it; at that same instant, Rogue stood up and left her bagel forgotten on a little plate. Remy stopped going towards her (she stopped as well); he gave her a confused and accusing look and then began to walk towards her again. She then began to walk away from him.

Remy stopped walking, slumped his arms to the side, and said, “Ah don’t believe dis! Y’re avoidin’ m’!” He spoke in the first person; the one clue needed to show that he was serious.

“Ah’m not avoiding you…” Rogue looked away, with a guilty expression on her face.

Remy looked at her with an eyebrow arched. “Now Ah know dat y’ are.” Rogue sat back down and tiredly rested her forehead on her hand. “Why y’ want t’ avoid Remy, chère? Did he say or do somethin’ y’ didn’t like?” Rogue didn’t answer him; she was intent on looking at the tile of the island. “Chère, please tell Remy what he did wrong.”

It was the first time Rogue had heard Remy sound genuinely sad. She looked at him and saw that the expression on his face matched the tone in his voice. “Remy, you know what’s the matter.”

“Non, Ah don’t chère.”

Rogue bit her lip as she briefly looked back at the tile. “About what happened yesterday-“

“But chère, notin’ happened yesterday.” Remy said and Rogue looked at him incredulously.

“Remy, you know what happened yesterday-“

“But notin’ happened yesterday dat Ah can think of dat would make y’ mad at m’-“

“Remy LeBeau, you almost kissed meh!” Rogue finally shouted, at the loss of her patience. This outburst didn’t even phase Remy.

“Oui, we almost kissed, but we didn’t. So you see chère, notin’ happened yesterday.”

Rogue shook her head at him. “But we almost kissed, Remy.”

“But we didn’t. Dat’s de difference, isn’t it?”

“Remy, if Scott hadn’t walked in we… Ah’m pretty sure that we would have kissed if he hadn’t stopped us.”

“Do y’ have t’ keep remindin’ Remy of dat?” Remy said, almost grumbling.

“Ah, subject number one was annoyed at Scott’s interference. Meaning he indeed wanted to kiss her.” Matilda said, happily.

“Remy...” Rogue said sternly, as she stood and locked eyes with him. “What if he hadn’t walked in when he did?”

Remy shrugged his shoulders casually and said, “Den we would have kissed.”

Rogue was growing impatient with his carefree attitude about the subject. “Yeah, we would have kissed!” Remy looked intently back at her, displaying no sign of being bothered by this. “Remy, you could have kissed meh! You could have kissed meh, and then you would have been passed out on the floor or in a coma or you would have gone through a lot of pain and given meh that look like Ah’m a monster and Ah would have all these memories floatin’ around inside of mah head that Ah don’t want and-“ Rogue had been speaking very fast before Remy was able to get his word in.

“Chère, listen. Remy here been through enough pain in his life to where he can take any kind of pain very well. ‘Sides…” Remy gently set his hand on top of Rogue’s gloved one. “think it’d all be worth it.”

Rogue quickly snatched her hand away. Having the slight pressure of his hand on her own had been incredibly nice, but she had to be the strong one here. “That’s the thing Remy. Ah know that you’ve had a lot of pain in your life. Ah’ve seen it, remember?” Remy cocked his head at her. “The reasons that Ah keep people away are selfish ones. Everyone has experienced pain that no one else should ever have to know, and each time Ah touch someone, Ah don’t just get a taste, Ah get a four course meal of what goin’ through that kind of pain is like. So you see, it’s for the best that-“ Rogue stopped speaking when she saw Remy loom in closer to her face; it was obvious that his goal was a kiss. Rogue promptly slapped a hand across his face; not very hard, but hard enough to get the point across. “You stupid Swamp Rat! Did you ignore everything Ah just said?!”

Remy acted as though he wasn’t even aware of the bright red mark on his left cheek. “Would y’ be mad if Ah said ‘yes’?” Rogue stared at him with the most angered and shocked expression on her face. “Chère, don’t y’ get it? All o’ dat y’ just said have been excuses y’ve been tellin’ y’self for years just t’ make things easier for y’.” Rogue blinked a few times, and Remy noticed that her eyes had begun to water. Remy sighed (he never wanted to make her cry… ever). “Don’t get m’ wrong Rogue. Ah understand why y’ do it.”

“Oh? Then why do Ah makes excuses?” Rogue said, bitterly. The tears in her eyes continued to form and were threatening to fall.

“Wow, and I thought before was tense.” Matilda said, looking between the two. “Time to provide some levity to the
situation.” Matilda walked around behind Remy and waited for her moment.

“Y’ do it because y’re afraid of gettin’ hurt. ‘S dat simple. But let Remy tell y’, chère, dat y’re not de first one t’ feel dat way.”

Rogue turned her back to Remy as the first tear rolled down her cheek. She was beginning to hate when he was right. “You don’t know anything about meh.”

Remy sighed; he knew what he wanted to say, but he wasn’t sure if it was right to say it to her right then. “Go ahead Remy. Let her know what’s on your mind.” Matilda’s eyes wandered in the direction of the fruit bowl. “And while you’re at it, you should eat something. Those bananas look good.”

Remy looked at Rogue’s back and spoke softly. “Well dat is partially true. Dis Cajun don’t know ‘nough ‘bout y’, but he’d like t’ know more.” He absently lifted the banana that Kurt had not touched (Matilda smiled broadly) and fiddled with it between his hands as he spoke. “Dat is, if y’ll let ‘im.”

“Remy…” Rogue said softly; she didn’t want him to hear her crying.

Remy placed the banana back on the fruit bowl, forgetting about his hunger instantly, and walked slowly up to Rogue. His hands began at her shoulders and then slid down and around her waist. He pulled her into his embrace until her back was pressed entirely into his chest. Rogue shut her eyes and allowed herself to feel the warmth coming off of him. God, this feels good, and this feels right, Rogue thought. Can we do this… “Only if y’ let m’ chère.”

“Hey, he actually knew what she was thinking about! This means their connection’s getting deeper.”

Rogue sighed and let her chin drop to her chest. She spoke softly at first, as though she was convincing herself first. “No, Ah can’t.”

“Quoi?” Remy asked.

“No, Ah can’t!” Rogue yelled, pulling herself out of his arms.

“Chère…”

“No Remy, this can’t happen, okay? One of us will end up getting hurt if we try anything, and Ah’m not just talking
about mah powers.” Rogue sat back down on her seat. Without Matilda’s suggestion, Rogue picked up the other peach that Kitty had not touched and began to fumble it between her gloved hands.

“That won’t do.” Matilda said, quietly. She walked up to the side of Rogue and said, “Do you really want to get peach juice on your gloves and have them be all sticky? You know that crap never washes out.” Rogue visually grimaced and pulled off both her gloves and resumed touching the peach. “Perfect… all four are primed and ready to go.” She looked between Rogue and
Remy. “Carry on your discussion as much as you wish.”

“Chère, how do y’ know dat it won’t work if y’ won’t even give it a shot?” Remy tried to say appealingly. “Know dere are ways dat we can work around it.”

“Well, how do you know Ah even want to try something with you?!” Rogue snapped suddenly. The instant the words left her mouth, she regretted saying them and it showed on her face. Out of all the people in this world, he’s the one that I’d want to try something with, she thought. Why did I say that?

This time it was Remy who dropped his face to his chest with a small, bittersweet, ironic smile on his lips. Without saying a word, he walked past her and out of the kitchen.

Rogue watched him leave and she set the peach back in the bowl. Mad at herself now, she stood pulling her gloves back on and followed, calling, “Remy, wait! Ah was wrong to say that and you know it’s not true!”

Matilda remained where she was, smiling a satisfied smile to herself. She didn’t feel a need to even follow them. To the casual observer following her, one would believe that these little exchanges were setbacks to her overall plans. Au contraire. This in fact was the perfect set up to her present operation. “Now I just have to wait.” She said, smiling at the four pieces of fruit that sat atop the bowl. “You little beauties are the keys to their freedom.”

As if on cue, Amara and Jubilee walked into the kitchen in the midst of a conversation.

“I just think Prada has slightly more elegant evening wear.” Amara said, both of them sitting down at the island.

“Are you kidding? Gucci is the only thing to wear at night!” Jubilee said, sounding shocked.

Matilda walked up behind to where she stood between them; neither took notice of her presence. She leaned forward into the space between the two, eyes focusing solely on the fruit, and said to them both, “Hey girls… you hungry?”

“Kätzchen, please…” Kurt said, mostly into the pillow. He was laying back on Kitty’s bed, exhausted from arguing with her. “Can’t ve skip to the making up part?”

“Kurt…” Kitty said sternly. She was leaning against her wall farthest from her bed with her arms crossed in front of her. They had closed the door after the Professor had mentally asked them to do so. She was staring at a Spongebob wall calendar waiting for him to speak again.

“Keety, please, just tell me vhat else you vant me to say?” Kurt said sitting up and looking at her pleadingly.

“All I want to hear from you Kurt-“

“Where de hell do y’ get off? Dat’s all I wanna know.” Remy said, glaring at Rogue. They had exchanged remarks for most of the trip down the hall, until they reached Remy’s room when they slammed the door shut. Now, Remy was letting out what he didn’t say in the kitchen and Rogue was trying her best to apologize (not something that came easy for her in the first place).

“Remy, Ah’m sorry. You were trying to be nice to meh, and Ah threw it back in your face and Ah’m sorry.” Rogue looked sincere about her apology, and after taking one look at her face, Remy wanted to forgive her and then some. But there were still a few things that he needed to say.

“Was tryin’ t’ be nice t’ y’. An’ y’ did screw dat up. Big time.” Rogue looked away from him, and he could tell that she wanted to open herself up to him. “Chère, y’ confuse de hell outta dis Cajun (Rogue smiled inwardly at him using his pet name for her again). Sometimes, it seems like y’ want what he want, but den y’ go and pull somethin’ like what happened in de kitchen. When y’ talk to Remy like y’ did, it become really hard t’ have pity for y’ chère.”

“Ah don’t want your pity Remy.”

He took another step closer to her and made her look him in the eye. “Den just tell Remy once and for all what it is dat y’ want from him… please?”

Rogue looked at him, and her lips gently parted. “Ah want…”

“So then I told Ray to like back off before Bobby freezes his nuts off.” Jubilee said, waving her uneaten peach around as she spoke. “I swear, that guy suffers from OAS.”

“OAS?” Amara said, about to take a bite out of her peach.

“Octopus Arms Syndrome.” Amara nodded in understanding as she and Jubilee bit into their peaches at the same time.

Kitty didn’t even get a chance to finish her sentence. As soon as she uttered Kurt’s name, she jumped from where she was standing looking completely startled.

Kurt jumped a little himself when he heard Kitty let out a little yelp. He watched her as she looked at where she had been standing confusedly. “Was es ist?” He asked, sounding concerned.

“I…” Kitty trailed off and looked at him. She started to walk closer to him and looked back at her wall wearily. “I don’t know…”

Rogue didn’t exactly jump; she just stopped mid sentence when she felt the most odd sensation suddenly come from her legs. She held out her hands looking around the room for the possible source of the jolt.

“What is it?” Remy asked, wondering what could have caused her to stop mid sentence.

“Ah don’t…” Rogue trailed off when she looked back at him. “Don’t worry about it. It was… it was nothing.”

“Mmmm. These peaches are yummy.” Jubilee said happily.

“Aren’t they? They’re just perfect.” Amara said, eyeing her bitten peach pleasurably.

“You don’t mind if I don’t talk while I eat this right?” Jubilee said, leaning in to take another bite.

“Sweetie, I was about to tell you the same thing…” Amara and Jubilee began to eat their peaches at the same time.

Okay, there was something wrong here. Kitty felt it again, and this time she couldn’t hold in the moan that passed over her lips.
Kurt stood and placed his hands on her shoulders. “Keety, are you all right?”

“I… I don’t know… it feels like someone’s… oh.” Kitty felt it again and leaned into Kurt’s arms to steady herself. Kurt pressed a hand to the side of her face; she was beginning to grow warmer, and her cheeks were becoming flushed, and her breathing was increasing.

“Kätzchen, are you feeling sick?” That’s when Kitty tossed her head back with a loud groan. Kurt suddenly realized that sick was the last thing she was. Her knees were starting to buckle and give out from beneath her, but Kurt held her tightly. “Mein Gott, are you…” Kurt held a hand firmly in the middle of her back and pressed the other one on the inside of her thigh; her legs were most definitely quivering. “Gott in himmel, you are!”

Kurt wasted no time in scooping her small form into his arms and laying her gently on her bed. He crouched beside her and loosened her hair from her ponytail. A fine sheen of perspiration had begun to cover her face. Kitty’s hands were tugging erratically at the hem of her shirt, until one of them managed to pull half of it over one side of her bosom. Kurt couldn’t stop the blush as his eyes came into view of one of Kitty’s bra covered breasts (which Kurt thought were simply magnificent). Kitty let out a long, deep moan from the back of her throat as her pelvis started to come up off the bed. Kurt’s eyes grew to the size of saucers.

Rogue shut her eyes and tried to keep her mouth shut. She really did try to contain herself. But after a few seconds, she just couldn’t help the moan/scream that escaped. No, no, no, not in front of him, she kept thinking before her thoughts were no longer coherent.

Remy immediately knew what was going on with Rogue; after all, he had seen the expression on her face on many different women. He tried to step towards her, but she held her arms in front of her defensively. He couldn’t believe she was still trying to keep him from touching her. He ignored her arms after she crouched to the floor, wailing like a banshee. Remy lifted her gently from behind her knees and then laid her down on the carpet. Her breath was starting to come in short gasps.

“Remy?” She softly called out in a short gasp. Her eyes were still clenched shut, but she could feel Remy sit close to her. “Remy, what’s happening to meh?”

“Chère… y’re comin’. Dat’s all dat’s happening right now. Don’t know how it’s possible, but…” Remy stopped when he noticed her gloved hand snaking down her front.

Rogue kept mumbling, “hot… too hot…” as her hand reached under the skirt she wore. When her other hand joined it, Remy could only watch as they slid a pair of black bikini panties down her legs to her knees.

Kitty bit her lip so hard that Kurt feared she might draw blood. Her eyes were shut so tightly that Kurt could clearly see the skin around her eyes crinkle. Her mouth was open letting out small pants, moans, groans, and some sounds that Kurt couldn’t even identify. Her face was flushed and she seemed to be glowing from within. Her hair was fanned across the pillow that her head rested on. Kurt couldn’t remember a time when she looked more beautiful.

“Keety…” He said, resting his hand on her shoulder, in a vain attempt to calm her down. There was no way that Kurt could have foreseen this backfiring. Another surge went through Kitty, and she clutched at his arms frantically. Kurt was amazed that someone so petite could have pulled him on top of her.

Kurt wasn’t really sure what to do. It was one thing to be on top of Kitty, but it was another to have one of her legs wrapped around his waist and the other one tangled around his other leg. Safe to say he wasn’t going anywhere, as there was no way he would teleport away from her now. It was when Kitty started grinding herself against Kurt did he panic. The source of panic being the idea that she could feel the growing stiffness between his legs. Kitty had her arms pulling Kurt hard against her. One hand was firmly pressed in the middle of his back, and the other hand was entangled in his hair, which kept his head right in the crook of her neck.
The fact that he could feel her breath right against his extremely sensitive ear didn’t help matters much.

“Kätzchen…” Kurt breathed. His cock was painfully hard at this point, and it was pressed against the heat between her legs. He could feel patches of her bare skin from where her shirt was partially off, and it took every ounce of will power that he had to resist the temptation of touching her blue satin encased breast. “Mein… Gott…”

“Rem… Remy…” Rogue was barely able to speak. “Will… will you pull off mah…” She let out a very throaty groan. “The… rest of the way?”

Remy was able to piece together what she wanted. With very careful and skilled fingers, he was able to pull off her panties without coming into contact with her skin. Only a thief, he thought to himself before his thoughts became fixated on two things: the beautiful girl writhing on his floor for no logical reason and the panties that he had just pulled off of her.

Smell them you idiot! A voice from his gutter mind called to him. He didn’t need to smell them; he could smell her arousal from the distance he was at. He tossed her underwear towards his bed and studied her, wriggling in pleasure not even a foot away from him.

Remy LeBeau had been with many women, but never before had he been this turned on just by watching one in the throes of pleasure. He was convinced it was because she was Rogue. Everything about her set him on fire. Even when she was yelling at him back in the kitchen, he had thought she was incredible. He had never met a woman like Rogue before.

Wait, woman? Rogue was still a girl, she wasn’t even eighteen yet. But then Remy looked back at her as she briefly opened her eyes to look back at him. He had never believed that a pair of eyes could look so alive. The green in her eyes were glittering more than any emerald he had seen before (he was a thief, he had seen his share). The look she gave him could only be described as lustful and… there was something else there too, but he couldn’t quite determine what it was. Either way, the look she gave him was one that no girl could give. Rogue was indeed a woman.

And that same woman had just reached out her hand and clutched his thigh dangerously close to a certain part of his anatomy that instantly became hard. It was Remy’s turn to groan, but the feeling was short lived as she almost instantly pulled her hand away again.

Kurt was convinced that he was going to die. The girl of his dreams was pressing the length of her body tightly against him, and he was unable (and unwilling) to stop it. The smell of her in general was beginning to be too much for him: the smell of her hair (flowers), her skin (lilacs), and her lips (strawberries). He didn’t even realize that his tail had wrapped itself around her waist. If she kept grinding herself against him the way that she was, it wouldn’t be long before he found himself in a very “sticky” situation.
Kurt lightly gasped when he felt hands caressing his muscular back. Kitty’s small hands somehow managed to pull his shirt up to his shoulders before needing some additional assistance. Kurt wasn’t entirely positive how he managed to muster enough brain power to lift his arms for her, but he managed somehow. He didn’t fully care about that when her hands started running up and down his back. Her small fingers buried themselves in the thick blue fur that covered his body and he could feel her fingernails beginning to graze the skin that was buried beneath it all. He knew that if she kept that up that it wouldn’t be long before he needed some kind of release.

Kitty stiffened suddenly beneath Kurt. She arched her body so much that she was pretty much propped up by her head leaning back against her pillow. Kurt had never felt anything so perfect when she tightened her legs around him and held still for a few seconds. Then she let out a long, drawn out groan that felt like it had been building inside of her for years. This was followed by several small grunts, screams, pants, and groans. She finally fell back on her bed, spent, with Kurt still on top of her, aroused but amazed.

Remy really wasn’t sure what to do with himself: he had a raging hard on that had just become harder due to her brief contact with him, and it was only growing harder watching her run her hands up and down her form. All he could think to do with himself was sit there, and watched completely mesmerized as she did the most natural dance known to man.

It would be so easy, he thought. This is the latex age after all, and I’m wearing pants and a long sleeve shirt. We could make love right now and she wouldn’t say no. She opened her eyes and looked at him again, and it became clear that she was thinking the same thing. It was clear that she wanted it too. His hands hand been resting on his thighs, and they began to itch to reach for her. When he looked back in her eyes, though, any such thoughts were quickly dispelled from his mind. Somehow, without his knowing, he had started to like Rogue; it would be wrong to take her now, with her in such a state, and just have it be over so quickly. She deserved to feel something.

Rogue felt like she deserved to feel something too, but she wasn’t going to deny the urge. Remy certainly wasn’t expecting her to reach out with her hand and pull him by the collar of his shirt down towards her. He was just a mere few inches from her face; they could both feel each other’s breath on their lips. Still clutching his collar, Rogue gathered all her strength and was able to push
Remy back to where she was straddling his waist. He was sure that he would come right then when he felt the heat of her arousal against his stomach.

Rogue started tugging at his collar; Remy wasn’t sure what she wanted until he heard the loud rip. The sound continued as Rogue proceeded to rip his shirt down his torso and then tugged it away from his body. Rogue had quickly scooted her lower body down to his pelvis before risking skin contact. Her gloved hands began to greedily run up and down his flawless chest and abs.

Rogue arched unnaturally suddenly. Her hands gripped his shoulders almost to the point of bruising. She shut her eyes tightly as the heat that had been building and spreading throughout her body became too much. Her mouth parted and she let out a small gasp; if Remy had no idea what had been going on really, he could have sworn that she was about to start crying. She threw her head back and her hair flipped with it, and Remy saw her gorgeous white neck extended… it looked so kissable, that resisting the temptation was almost irresistible. She screamed, grunted, and groaned for what seemed like an eternity before she slumped forward on top of Remy’s body.

“Mmm, mmm!” Amara said, as she licked her fingers of the peach juice. “Those peaches were almost orgasmic!”

“I think Rogue and Kitty would beg to differ on the ‘almost’ part of that sentence.” Matilda said, with a giggle as she looked up at the ceiling.

“Hey, Elle just named the best designer for evening wear this season. I’ll show you that I’m right!” Jubilee said, making a motion with her towards the door.

“All right, fine. I think that Vogue is more of an authority when it comes to high fashion, but if you insist.” The two girls left the kitchen, completely unaware of the bizarre occurrence that happened on the floor above them that they unknowingly caused. It was an occurrence that was about to happen twice.

“It’s not that I don’t like Halo. I just thought that Metroid Prime was cooler.” Bobby said to Sam, as they both sauntered into the kitchen.

“Oh, you only liked it ‘cause it had a chick in it. Halo had a chick in it.” Sam said, shaking his head dismissively.

The two boys conveniently sat down at the island, right across from the fruit. Matilda grinned mischievously. Eyes intent on the two bananas, she stood between them and said, “Hey boys… in the mood for some potassium?”

Kurt waited until Kitty’s breathing had calmed down before he made an attempt to sit up. The grip that her legs had had on him had loosened substantially, but there was still one problem, and it was between his legs.

Kurt tried to will his erection away. A shaved Chewbacca, watching open heart surgery on television, Don Vito, Logan in a thong, that scene from The Re-Animator, Don Vito naked- That did the trick. Kurt propped himself on his elbows beside Kitty’s head and sat up partially. He stopped when he saw Kitty looking straight into his eyes.

Her face was glowing, her cheeks were faintly red, a select few pieces of her hair were sticking to the side of her face, but what struck him the most were her eyes: they looked so… alive. The blue just made him think of a tumbling ocean. Any attempts made to cool himself off were instantly forgotten and replaced with new thoughts. Kitty, Kitty writhing beneath me, Kitty writhing beneath me naked, Kitty dancing, Kitty dancing naked, Kitty belly dancing, Kitty belly dancing naked, Kitty, Kitty naked, Kitty, Kitty, Kitty!

“Kurt!” Kitty finally said, pushing him off of her. She had felt his obviously growing wood against her hip. She could tolerate him being turned on by seeing her orgasm but she wouldn’t tolerate him getting turned on just by looking at her.

Oh. My. God. Kitty had just remembered the fact that Kurt had just watched her have a mind blowing orgasm. Oh wait, it wasn’t just watching. She had pulled him on top of her, and she had partially gotten off on him. Oh God.

For a minute, they both just sat there, about one and a half feet away from each other, looking straight ahead, not daring to look in each other’s direction… yet.

They must have been connected on the same wavelength, as they both started to slowly turn their heads towards each other. Kitty’s eyes widened the minute they made contact with Kurt’s yellow eyes. She always felt naked when she looked into his eyes. They were the color of the halos that angels wore, and somewhere in the back of her mind she felt like she could hide nothing from those eyes, because nothing can be hidden in the presence of angels.

And there was never a time before where she could have felt more naked. She couldn’t believe that she had just… done THAT right in front of HIM! Why did it have to be HIM of all people? She hadn’t even let stupid Lance see her in that position, and now the one person who she wanted to see her in a passionate state had seen her, and would be all grossed out and make fun of her for coming like a horny little schoolgirl. Had she said, “Oh God” enough?

“Keety…” Kurt said very softly. Kitty promptly turned her head away from him and his angel eyes. “Keety… are you… um… are you all right?”

Wow, talk about the understatement of the year! There was no way Kitty could have ever recreated that kind of pleasure on her own and having Kurt there had only made it better. For a brief second, she forgot about her humiliation and wondered how earth shattering it would have been had it been Kurt causing her all the good feelings she had. “Um… I think I’m okay Fuzzy.”

If Kurt had not just witnessed the most amazing thing since sliced bread, he would have felt thankful that she was no longer mad at him for their previous argument and had reverted to calling him by the pet name she had given him a while ago. But that whole incident had been blown straight out of his mind by the image of Kitty’s face as she peaked that seemed to keep popping into his head each time he blinked, breathed, or moved.

“Uh, Keety… vhat exactly happened to you just now?” Kurt said, looking at her tentatively.

“I… uh… I…” Kitty suddenly buried her face in her hands. “God, I don’t know!” She said, helplessly.

“Keety… Keety, it’s all right.” Kurt said soothingly. He scooted closer to her and began to comfortingly run his hand along her back.

“Oh God, Kurt… please, don’t tell anybody about this?” Kitty looked at him slowly; her face was flushed from embarrassment, and her eyes looked like they were about to start crying.

“Kätzchen, I swear to God and all angels and saints available that this incident shall die vith me-“ Kurt stopped and jolted in his seat. That was odd. It felt like someone just-

“Oh Gott…” Kurt said, as it happened again. He clutched the edge of the bed and stared at the ceiling. What was…

“Kurt?” Kurt was suddenly reminded of Kitty’s presence. “Kurt, are you okay?” And how close she was to him at the moment.

She gripped his shoulders gently and tried to look him in the eye. It was like staring into the ocean. “Keety…” He said through gritted teeth. “I think that I must be-“ A groan passed through his lips and he fell backwards on her bed.

Kitty had a clear view of the massive bulge between Kurt’s legs that only seemed to be getting bigger and bigger. Though she had never seen anything like this before, she knew exactly what was happening. “Oh my God… what the hell is going on around here?”

Rogue opened her eyes cautiously. Oh God… did I just… oh God! Her thoughts were practically shouting in her head. Her full lips were still parted; she suddenly realized that she was on top of something, or, more appropriately, someone. Slowly, she drew her eyes down to look at him. Oh God… I didn’t just do that… in front of HIM, did I?
Remy’s eyes looked straight back into Rogue’s. Small pants were coming through a closed mouth and his chest was slowly rising and falling with each breath. But his eyes… oh, his eyes! She had never seen them look more beautiful. The red of his eyes looked as though they contained flames. His eyes just looked at her… hungrily.

It was clear what he was thinking about: she could see it in his eyes… and she could feel it pressing up against her womanhood. She could feel it through the fabric of his jeans, and she wanted more. It was in this moment that Rogue figured out exactly what she wanted from Remy LeBeau… she wanted him. All of him. All that he had to offer to her. She wanted this, but she knew that she could never get this.

Remy propped his arms behind him and hoisted himself up slightly, never breaking eye contact; if he did, the spell would be broken between them, and she would go back to keeping her distance, which was worse than anything he could possibly think of.
His face was so close to hers. Her eyes… those breath taking, emerald eyes… looked uncertain and innocent. He would remove any uncertainty she had.

Remy had fully sat up and Rogue was sitting in his lap. He took both of his hands and tangled them in her hair, safely away from her skin. He gently started to pull her closer to his face. He knew what he wanted from her and he was going to get it from her right then and there. He wanted a kiss: just one kiss, that’s all it would take and she would let the walls crumble and she would open herself to him. Just from one kiss.

*CRASH*. “Oh no! I really hope that wasn’t old or expensive!” They heard Jamie’s voice say from outside the door, following what sounded like a very big vase breaking all across the floor.

“It was probably both.” They heard Rahne reply. Someone could almost hear them turning their heads to look at each other before they shouted in unison, “RUN!”

After listening to the sound of thumping footsteps for a few minutes, Rogue sighed. Remy knew what that meant: the spell was broken. It was a matter of moments before Rogue began to shift from her position to move off of Remy. Remy quickly made a grab for her sleeved arms and held her firmly where she was.

“Chère… you feel fine right where you are.” He said, trying to appeal to her.

Rogue looked down, and didn’t meet his eyes as she said, “Let go of me, Remy.”

“Non.” Remy said, simply shaking his head.

“Remy…” Rogue said, trying to contain her patience.

“Not yet at least.” Remy dipped his head to try and meet her mouth. She quickly jerked her head away. He tried again; she turned away. “Chère, please… ain’t gonna hurt y’.” He tried again to kiss her, but she still turned her head away.

“Remy, Ah said no.” She said, not ready to meet his eyes yet.

“Look at m’ and say dat.” Remy was almost startled when she turned her eyes to look at him. There was longing there, and regret too. She looked so sad in her eyes, but the rest of her face was expressionless. She shook her head and silently mouthed “no”.

Remy bowed his head, sighed, and released Rogue’s arms from his grip. She promptly stood and straightened her skirt over her legs. He remained on the floor, not really looking up at her. She could still plainly see his flawless upper body, and thought about how good it felt to be touching it, even if it was through gloves. She looked down at the floor: the remnants of his shirt were still where she had tossed them, and her discarded panties were a couple of feet from his bed.

Before Rogue could reach down and collect her underwear, she heard Remy speak. “Y’ never fail to wound dis Cajun daily.”

Rogue turned to look at him; he was standing now and stretching his arms over his head. It was all she could do to keep from drooling as she watched his muscles flex with each movement. It took a few before she could find her ability to speak again. “And how did Ah wound you today?”

Remy just looked at her. Then he walked over to where she was and only continued to look at her. He took a deep breath in and was about to speak when-

“Mon Dieu!” Remy said so suddenly that Rogue jumped back a couple of steps. Remy’s hands were hovering closely over his manhood wondering what could have caused that sudden surge of- “Mon Dieu!”

“Remy, will you stop shouting in mah face?!” Rogue said. Then she noticed that his eyes were shut and he had one hand resting on his dresser. He appeared to be taking deep breaths in and out. His other hand, however, was tenderly hovering over the growing erection that was in his pants.

“Chère?” Remy managed to say hoarsely. Rogue could only gape stupidly at this bizarre phenomenon.

Kurt was breathing so hard that Kitty thought he was going to hyperventilate. She sat on the back of her legs and looked up and down the length of his body. She tried to keep her thoughts on their current situation, but she couldn’t help but think about how beautifully built Kurt was. She knew that right then really wasn’t the best time to be thinking about such things, but she really wasn’t sure what to do. Do I just sit here and watch (God, his arms are perfect!)? Do I go to try and find some help (his abs put like all other abs to shame!)? Would Dr. McCoy know what was up (even his man nipples are dark blue!)? Do I let him rub up against me like I did him (that would feel so good, I love his fur!)? Kitty blushed at that last thought. She watched Kurt’s eyes shut as he let out another groan. I can’t just sit here and do nothing!

Another jolt went through Remy and he lost his grip on his dresser. He pressed his back against the wall and just stayed there. He looked like he stopped breathing for a moment, but then he let out a group of small, quick pants which led to another deep, drawn out groan. Rogue felt her throat go dry. As if it wasn’t embarrassing enough that he had just witnessed her coming, now she had to endure the same show. She walked closer to where he was and looked at him helplessly. She had an idea of what he was going through at the moment. For a moment, she almost reached out her hands to him but then reminded herself that she shouldn’t touch him. Fuck, what am I supposed to do? She thought.

“God, there’s no way these two girls can be this naïve.” Matilda thought. She left the kitchen briefly and stood in the middle of the hall. She used her hands to amplify her voice and shouted at the two girls, “You know if you don’t do something quick there’s going to be a real mess in his pants! And trust me, guys are more embarrassed by blowing their wad in their pants than they are by wetting themselves!”

Kitty gulped audibly. She knew what she had to do, but she had to prep herself for a few minutes to do it. It’s not that big of a deal Kitty, she told herself, silently. You’re just going to pull off his pants… and his underwear… and he’s going to be naked. It’s not like you haven’t seen a naked man before. You’ve seen them in textbooks and on the occasional visit to an X-rated site. You just… haven’t seen one in person. But it’s no big deal, it’s just Kurt! You know the general outline of the anatomy, you can do this, you can do this… “I can do this.” She said aloud to herself.

Kitty stood from the bed and leaned over Kurt’s body. With very clumsy, nervous, and inexperienced fingers, she began to fumble with the button of Kurt’s pants. When she finally got them undone, she hooked her fingers into both his pants and his boxers.
When Kurt felt her fingers against his fur, he forced himself to pull his head up just enough to look at her by propping his elbows behind him. “Keety?...” He said, breathlessly. “Vhat… vhat are you...”

“Kurt, I’m only doing this for you, not for me, okay?” She bit her lip and closed her eyes and quickly uttered a small “I’m really sorry” before she began to pull both his pants and his underwear down his body. She was a little surprised when she found that they stopped about in the middle of his pelvis. “Why?...” She realized that they were… *ahem*… “caught” and that she would have to do some special maneuvering. She took her time getting the pants and boxers *cough* “unhooked” and was able to pull his pants down over his legs, and completely off over his oddly shaped feet. She tossed the khaki pants and the blue boxer briefs away from her bed, and slowly climbed back onto her bed beside, her eyes making a conscious effort to avoid “that”.
But there was a reason why people called her Kitty. She had certain similarities to a cat, physically and personality wise. And everyone knows about cats and curiosity…

Kitty stared intently at Kurt’s face, and was pleased to see that his “come face” didn’t look remotely as silly as most of the girls in the mansion claimed that men’s tend to be. Then again, the girls in the mansion claimed a lot of things about the guys living there including talk about certain parts of their anatomy. Kitty wondered if what they said about Kurt was true. A blush started to creep into her cheeks as she turned her eyes then her face to get a quick look at Kurt Junior.

Rogue felt that it was the right thing to do. He pulled off my panties for me and resisted the temptation to look at anything, the least I can do is repay the favor, she thought. But it’s a different thing for guys and girls, and he may get the wrong idea if I do this, unless…

“Remy?” Remy had leaned his head back against the wall, and was gasping and panting with his eyes closed softly. “Remy.” Remy opened his eyes, and it took all his strength to pull his head up enough to look at her. “Listen… don’t get the wrong idea, but… Ah’m going to have to pull down your pants.” Remy raised his eyebrows despite his current state. “Don’t get excited; it’s not like that! Ah’m only doing it so you won’t have the guys calling you ‘Spunky Brewster’ whenever you walk down the halls, okay?”
Rogue gently dropped to her knees. His groin was right in front of her face. A part of her wasn’t looking forward to this; it would mean coming into contact with him and she might be tempted to take him up on whatever he wanted to offer her. The other part of her was practically giddy with excitement at the prospect of seeing all of Remy; though she had to admit, this wasn’t how she pictured viewing her first naked man up close. Oh well, now or never!

Rogue slipped her hands up to his belt and began to undo the buckle. That being done, she nervously unbuttoned his jeans and hooked her fingers into both his underwear and pants. She held her breath as she slid his pants and boxer briefs down his legs, being mindful of his engorged member (she didn’t get a good look at it yet).

Because Remy was standing, Rogue couldn’t get his pants off all the way. “Remy? Remy you think you can-“ Remy’s reply was a deep, guttural moan. “Okay, he’s officially no help.” Rogue tentatively reached out with her hand and lifted one foot out of the offending garments and then did the same to the other. She didn’t look up just yet; she bowed her head and took a few deep breaths. Then she turned her eyes up at the man in front of her.

In the time that they’ve known each other, this was the first time that Kitty and Rogue ever had the exact same thought at the exact same time.

“Holy Crap, he’s huge!” The locker room rumors obviously didn’t do either boy justice in that department.

“Yeah, that’s great, his pants are off. Now what are you gonna do when Old Faithful erupts? There’s going to be a mess that you can’t clean up and Logan will wonder what you were doing when he spots that stain on your shirt…” Matilda waited a few minutes for the girl’s thoughts to respond. They both had similar concerns, but in not as many words. “You have to put a condom on him!
That’s the only thing that will do the job properly.”

The girls expressed their concerns, which were mostly “Where am I going to find a condom?”

Matilda rolled her eyes and called back, “All guys keep a condom somewhere on their person’s, just in case. It’s usually in his-“

Kitty flopped down on her belly on the bed as she reached for Kurt’s discarded pants. She pulled out one pocket and then the other; in the second one, she found his wallet. She hurriedly fumbled through the contents of the flap of expensive brown leather. She found about twenty dollars in cash, his drivers’ license, his Beatles fan club membership card, his library card, a picture of his parents, a picture of her (she stopped for a second to marvel at the fact that he liked to keep her wherever he went), a credit card, and finally a silver foiled Crown condom.

Kitty pulled herself back on the bed. As she tore open the little silver package, her eyes again locked on to “that” part of Kurt. She
still couldn’t believe that indeed all of him was blue (although it did make sense, it was still remarkable to see in person) or at how big he was. She had once felt Lance’s erection on her hip through his pants, and she knew that there was no comparison between him or Kurt.

Kitty bit her lip for what seemed like the hundredth time that day when she realized that she would have to actually… touch it… in order to put the condom on. Could I get him to do it? She thought. Looking at him gave her the answer: he was panting and his hands covered his furry blue face and were going further to tangle themselves in his hair. Probably not, she thought.

Kitty took a deep as she accepted her responsibility. She began muttering to herself the steps to putting on a condom that she had learned in sex ed at school. “Okay, pinch tip of condom. Begin at tip of erect penis…” Kitty swallowed hard as she placed the condom at the tip of Kurt’s cock. “And roll down smoothing any air bubbles as you go.” Kitty formed a ring with her thumb and index finger and rolled the condom down Kurt, blushing furiously as she felt him pulsating beneath her fingertips. It didn’t go unnoticed to her that Kurt’s breathing quickened as soon as she touched him.

As soon as the condom was on, Kitty made the attempt to move her hand. She wasn’t even an inch away from him when Kurt suddenly reached forward and made her wrap her hand fully around him. Kurt pulled his hand away from her, and it occurred to her that she could move her hand as well. But she didn’t. She just left her hand there wrapped tightly around the base of his length. She just said one thing: “Oh. My. God.”

Rogue was glad that she hadn’t put Remy’s pants too far out of reach. She dipped into a pocket and pulled out his black leather wallet. After rifling through an insane amount of money in cash, four credit cards, his motorcycle license, his drivers license, a remarkable amount of girls’ phone numbers written on everything from napkins to business cards (*grumble, grumble*), she finally saw the edge of a foil wrapped condom. When she pulled it out, she wasn’t expecting it to be a part of a roll of a dozen Durex High Sensation condoms. “Geez Remy, do you have this much sex daily?” She shook her head as she tore one off, and replaced the others in his wallet. “Well at least they’re the ‘ribbed for her pleasure’ kind.” Rogue tore open the black foil and turned back to look in the eye of the task in front of her… literally.

Removing one glove, Rogue pulled the condom out of its package and began to roll it down Remy’s length. She hadn’t gotten very far when she realized that this was a job that required both hands, so she used her teeth to pull off her other glove. She continued to roll the condom down his massive, swollen penis. When her hands first touched him, she couldn’t believe how warm he was beneath the latex. Warm and smooth…She finally reached the base; she had done her job.

Rogue sat on the back of her legs, and looked up and down at Remy. My God, he’s beautiful, she thought. Her tongue absently darted out to lick her lips as she continued to watch him. Why is a man this perfect pursuing a girl that can’t even touch him? But, oh, how she wanted to touch. But would she ever admit that to him? Of course not.

Rogue knew that if she accepted, Remy could offer her the world and everything that he could give to her. But what could she offer him? He’s very physical in his relations with women, that much she knew, so how could she ever hope to make him satisfied? It was a simple answer: she couldn’t.

Rogue felt something at the back of her head. She looked up and saw that Remy had extended his arm and had slid his fingers into her hair. She was afraid for a moment that he might try and force her to do… something. But she didn’t feel him pushing her forward. All she felt was his hand entangled in her hair, rubbing a few strands between his fingers. She waited a moment more; his hand remained gentle in her hair and he just remained leaning against the wall. As she took note of his increased breathing, she realized that he really meant that everything was her choice when it came to them. Wait… did she just say “them”?!

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod!” Kitty kept saying to herself. Kurt had begun to jerk his hips forward involuntarily. She didn’t move her hand from where it was, and she was amazed at the sight of her having her hand wrapped around “it”. It was surreal almost. Lance had begged her to do half of what she was doing to Kurt (touch him through his pants), and she had always promptly turned him down, claiming that she wasn’t that kind of a girl. She still didn’t feel like that kind of a girl, so why was she giving Kurt half of a hand job?

Kurt’s breathing stopped momentarily, causing Kitty to turn and look at him. His eyes clenched shut, he threw his head back suddenly and grunted. Kitty felt his hips buck against her hand (she didn’t dare turn her head away to look), and after a few more seconds, he slumped back on her bed panting.

Rogue oddly enough was looking past Remy’s very obvious manhood and staring straight at his face. He had opened his demon eyes and was staring back into hers. This, she realized, was the closest that they were ever going to get. There was no future for them, as she could give him nothing. She couldn’t make love to him, she couldn’t give him a family, hell she couldn’t even give him a kiss. This was the closest to she would ever be to true intimacy with the Cajun, so she might as well enjoy and savor this moment.

Rogue stared intently at Remy’s face as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. The hand that he had in her hair gripped her strands gently. He gritted his teeth and the lines formed around his face. Rogue didn’t look down as he came to, she knew, what must have been an incredible high. She sighed regretfully, knowing that it was a feeling that she would never be able to give to him.

Kurt blinked a few times, trying to figure out what just happened to him. Kitty quickly removed her hand as soon as he was done and pulled her knees up to her chest. At the moment, she was just staring at the wall trying to figure what just happened to her. Okay, she thought calmly to herself, I orgasmed in front of Kurt, he orgasmed in front of me, and we both used each to get off. Kitty’s grip around her legs grew tighter after reiterating to herself the chain of events that had led her to this moment.

Kurt mustered enough strength to sit up. Suddenly very self conscious of his state of nudity, he very quietly slipped off the condom and tried not to be noticeable when he tossed it in the waste pail beside Kitty’s bed. Not brave enough to look at Kitty yet, he looked around the room for his clothes. It was Kitty who spoke first just as Kurt was about to reach for his pants.

“Kurt, we need to talk.” Kitty said (very original opening line) still not looking at him.

“Um… I don’t think that it vould be a very good idea right now-“

“Kurt, please don’t dart around this. Something really weird happened just now and we need to talk about it whether you like it or not.” Kitty finally turned to look at him; he was sitting in a way that she couldn’t see anything bad and he was using his hands and his tail to separate his underwear from his pants. Kitty was trying to ignore the fact that her mouth had begun to drool once she caught glimpse of Kurt’s perfect muscular form.

“I’m not darting around this Kätzchen. I just think that now vould not be a good time to talk about-“ Kurt stopped speaking; he kind of had to. It’s hard to focus when you’re naked and a girl just pushed you on your back.

Kitty straddled Kurt’s waist and held his wrists beside either side of his head with her hands. She looked pissed as she was looking into his eyes. “Kurt, you are not going to walk away from this that easily! You know what I want to do, and I’m not going to let you go until you do exactly what I say!” Kitty had been shouting so loud that she didn’t even hear the footsteps coming towards her door until it was too late; the door had swung open suddenly.

“Kitty, what the hell are you screaming about-“ Tabitha stopped as she looked at the scene before her: Her eyes darted between
Kurt lying down on Kitty’s bed with his head at the foot of it and Kitty straddling him, their expressions perfectly mirroring two deer caught in the headlights, Kitty’s disheveled hair and her partially pulled off shirt, Kurt’s clothes strewn across the floor, an open condom wrapper on her nightstand, a used condom that was hanging off the edge of her waste pail, and of course the fact that Kurt was buck ass naked, but with Kitty straddling him and the position they were on the bed, his naughty bits were shielded from her view. Her eyes widened and a massive smile stretched across her features. “Oh. My. God!” She said laughing, not even trying to contain her excitement.

Kitty and Kurt both looked around and recalled what Kitty had yelled before Tabitha entered and realized what this scene implied. “Um…” Kitty really wasn’t sure what to say to Tabitha, who was standing in the doorway, holding her sides in a vain attempt to contain her laughter. So Kitty said a phrase that for once was the honest to God truth. “This isn’t what it looks like.” It only made Tabitha crack up harder.

Rogue stood when she knew that Remy was done. She turned her back to him and rubbed her arms; she was itching for touch of any kind.

“Whoo…” Remy said, shaking his head amazedly. “Now dat was somethin’ Ah wasn’t expectin’.” He removed the condom and tossed it into his waste basket and looked around the room for his clothes. He found that his pants hadn’t been too far away from where he stood and pulled on his black boxer briefs first and then his jeans. He took a quick side glance at Rogue as he fastened his belt but when he saw her, he couldn’t stop staring.

It was true that her back was to him, but the way she stood… he had never seen her look more lonely. He looked at her arms and noticed that she wasn’t wearing her gloves; he looked to his feet and saw them discarded on the floor. His first thought was to give them to her, but he just couldn’t bring himself to. It would break his heart to watch her eyes, that just a few moments ago looked so alive, go hazed over with sadness as she entered her prison cell again.

They both just stood there for a moment, neither making a move, neither speaking. It seemed like neither wanted to be the brave one at the moment.

“Remy?” Remy was startled to hear her speak at last but he looked up at her. She was turning to face him; her eyes had this loneliness that Remy had never seen before, but it seemed to vanish when she fully looked into his eyes. It was replaced by something that he had never seen before and couldn’t really tell what it was. He was expecting her to want to talk about what happened, so he was surprised by what she ended up saying. “Can we start watching movies together as a regular thing?”

“Quoi?”

“Yeah, Ah never told you that Ah a lot of fun yesterday just watching a movie with you. Ah was hoping that maybe we could have that be our thing. You know, Kitty and Kurt watch movies together all the time, so Ah was thinking that could be the thing we do as friends.” Rogue finally took a breath after getting out all of that. Remy got the point pretty clear.

“So dat’s what y’ want from m’ chère? Just friendship?” Remy’s voice sounded half happy, and half heart broken. Half happy because she did want him for something, half heart broken because it wasn’t what he wanted her to want from him.

Rogue paused; she was about to tell an outright lie to the only person who had the ability to see right through her. “Yeah… just friendship.” She couldn’t hide the sadness in her voice even if she wanted to. Of course she didn’t want just friendship, but it was better to be close but not close enough to get hurt… or so she had convinced herself.

Remy sighed realizing that he wouldn’t get anything else out of her for now, so for the first time in his life, Remy decided to settle for what he could get at the moment. “Remy’ll take what he can get.” He said with a smile. She smiled back at him.
I don’t want you to take what you can get, Rogue thought behind her smile. I want you to demand more, I want you to need more. I don’t want you to settle. I want you to prove everyone right by being a bad person and making me give more of myself to you… I don’t want you to be the better man right now.

Remy sat down on his bed and picked up the remains of his shirt. “Well chère, safe to say dat y’ did quite a number on ol’ Remy’s shirt.” He said, with an amused smile on his face. The expression on her face screamed “dear God, I hope it wasn’t your most favorite and/or expensive shirt.” Remy smiled at her and said, “Don’ worry petite, got six more jus’ like dis in de closet.”

Rogue smiled gratefully but didn’t speak. She sat down beside him on the bed and faced him for a few seconds. What she did next surprised them both.

Rogue slipped her naked hand carefully into Remy’s hair without coming into contact with his skin. She gently pulled the side of his face towards her, and placed a short, gentle, sweet kiss on his cheek right above his stubble. Remy only felt a little light headed (and some of it wasn’t due to Rogue’s powers) and Rogue only got the feeling of delight that he felt in having her soft lips against his skin, plus something else that she wasn’t aware of at the moment.

She pulled back from him and they just looked at each other. She smiled at him warmly but he couldn’t help but notice the regret in her eyes. “Thanks Remy.” It was obviously not just for being so understanding about the shirt.

Remy then followed suit with a smile. It was a smile that quickly faded and he looked scornfully at the door.

“What is it?” Rogue asked, looking confused.

“Scotty’s about t’ barge in here.” He said, looking at her disappointedly.

“How do you know that?” Rogue asked, with some amusement in her voice.

“’Cause he barges in here ‘bout twelve time a day.” He gave her a good look over. “Twenty if he can’ find y’.”

“Why would Ah have anything to do with Scott?” Rogue asked, not really believing Remy.

“Y’ have notin’ t’ do wit him. It’s ‘cause he’s got a thing for y’.” Remy said, sounding a little angry at this information.
Rogue laughed. “What? Scott is not interested in meh, he’s with Jean.”

“Oh he’s absolutely head over heels in love wit Jean. But he’s still got a thing for y’.” Remy said casually.

“Remy, Scott does not have a thing for meh, and he’s not about to barge-“ Just as the words left Rogue’s mouth, Scott swung open the door and stepped into the room. “in here.”

Scott looked at a very shirtless Remy lounging casually with a gloveless Rogue on his bed. He then looked at Remy’s ripped shirt on the floor, Rogue’s discarded panties, her gloves tossed carelessly on the floor, the used condom inside the waste basket, and of course Rogue’s eyes. It definitely set the scene for what he thought that they had been doing.

“What the fuck were you two doing in here?!” Scott yelled. Rogue could tell that he was doing his best to restrain himself from lunging at Remy.

“Nothing! Not that it’s any of your business but we were just talking.”

“Chère…” Remy said cautiously.

“Oh right, ‘just talking’ my ass! You two were doing something in here, I just know it!”

“Scott, shut up! Ah’m not your stupid responsibility and everything in this room can be explained!” Rogue said, getting pissed herself.

“Petite…” Remy said urgently through gritted teeth.

“Rogue, don’t try to make me look an idiot! I know that he tried to do something to you, you can’t lie for him!”

“Scott…” Rogue said menacingly.

“Rogue!” Remy finally had her attention. Rogue turned to him, her angered face suddenly soft and curious. “He can tell dat we did indeed touch.”

“How could he possibly tell that-“ Rogue was cut off when Remy pointed at something in behind her. She turned and saw that he was pointing at the mirror that sat atop his dresser. She could instantly see what he was talking about. From the small, chaste kiss that she gave him, Rogue’s eyes had turned to red on black. “Oh.” She said. Defeated she turned to look at Scott again. Sheepishly she said, “Ah guess Ricky and Ah have some serious ‘splainin to do, huh?”

“Oh my God, they’re going to get into so much trouble!” Tabitha whispered excitedly to Amara. After Tabitha saw Kurt and Kitty in their *achoo* “compromising” position, she immediately proceeded to tell everyone in the house, as Scott did about Remy and Rogue. Now the four perpetrators were sitting together on the library sofa with every other student in the Institute standing around whispering happily to each other while they awaited the imminent arrival of all four teachers. Rogue had her gloves back on, Remy and Kurt were both fully dressed again, and Kitty had her hair back in her ponytail. Both girls were in the middle with Remy and Kurt sitting on the edges. All four of them were staring straight ahead wishing that they were anywhere but here.

Scott had been lecturing the four since they had assembled in the library. They had honestly stopped listening since before Scott opened his mouth. Scott was most certainly in his element as he paced in front of them and let the words come out of his mouth at a remarkable rate. “-And in a place where children live! I mean honestly, how can you hope to set examples for the next generation of young mutants if you four are jumping each others’ bones whenever a door’s closed! I don’t even want to know how Rogue and Gambit managed to do anything-“

“This is so humiliating.” Kitty muttered to Rogue.

“Ah hear that.” She replied.

“We didn’t do anything wrong either.” Kitty said, this time to Kurt.

“They don’t know that. All evidence points towards vhat they’re thinking and I don’t think that ve’ll be able to convince them othervise.” Kurt said, miserably.

“It don’t matter what dey think mon amis.” Remy said, sounding calmer than the other three. “De only person dat we should be worried ‘bout conveniently is de one who can read our minds.”

“If you had any decency at all, you would have not participated in such disgusting behavior and not even thought about having-“

“That. Is. Enough.” A very firm voice interrupted Scott. All chattering of any kind ceased. No one needed to turn around to know that the Professor had entered the room.

The Professor, Logan, Hank, and Ororo circled around the sofa and faced the four accused. “Let me begin by saying that there is indeed no written rule against having intimate relations with other students on campus.” All students looked up at the Professor surprised. “But it is highly recommended that you keep said activities on a confidential level.” Of course he heard what the four were thinking and said, “That is precisely why there are locks on the doors.”

A few students stifled giggles while Kitty and Rogue blushed. Kurt bowed his head, but Remy looked steadfast at the Professor; it was a rare day when Remy LeBeau was ashamed of anything. “Now myself and my fellow instructors have inspected the,” the Professor cleared his throat, “crime scenes and have come to a rather surprising conclusion:” All students leaned forward in anticipation. “Nothing happened.”

It was the expected reaction from the students. Most of them were whispering incredulously to each other, but Scott chose to rise from his seat. “What?! Professor, I saw it myself and it’s so incredibly obvious that-“

“Scott…” The Professor stated slowly. He looked around the room and it seemed as though it was the first time that all the younger students were present. “Why are all of you in here?”

No one had the guts to reply. Logan stepped forward and said, “Announcing adult swim. All children out of the pool.” The kids grumbled and began to file out of the room. “You should be packing anyway. We leave at five in the A.M.” He called after them.
He noticed that Kitty and Kurt were about to stand and leave when he said, “Except for you two.”

The only people left were the four teachers, Scott and Jean, and of course Kurt, Kitty, Rogue and Remy.

“Professor, how can you say nothing happened? I saw Remy and Rogue’s room with my own eyes, and there’s no denying what-“ It was the second time that day that Scott was cut off short by the Professor.

“Scott, something did happen but it was nothing sexual.” The Professor received a lot of strange looks from everyone, including the staff. “All right, it was sexual, but it… well… all right it was sexual, but sexual intercourse did not happen.” The four outwardly sighed in relief.

“How do you know that?” Scott asked.

“Well for one, I read their minds.” The relief suddenly left their faces; how much had he seen? “I have a first hand account of what happened in each room. Logan also provided some more physical evidence to show that nothing happened. Logan?”
Logan stepped forward. “Exhibit A: the condoms.”

“They were used.” Scott said, simply.

“Yeah, they were used… by Cajun and Elf. Didn’t smell any… uh… female juices on there with ‘em though.” Logan ignored the looks of disgust coming from Jean, Kitty, and Rogue. “I could smell a little bit of female perspiration on ‘em. My guess is that Half-Pint and Stripes put them on you two so you wouldn’t shoot your wad everywhere, right?”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“…yeah.” Kitty finally said for them.

“Clue number two is the fact that I can smell Rogue on your pants, Cajun.” Rogue blushed. “Fact that her panties were on the floor, my guess is that she was on top of you at some point and needed to take off her gloves to put the condom on.”

“How do you explain Rogue’s eyes? They were red and black when I came in.” Scott said, still not fully convinced.

All turned to Rogue with curiosity; this had obviously been something that they could not explain on their own. Rogue looked at all the faces looking at her, but stopped on Remy. He gave her a small, reassuring smile. She finally said, “Okay, Ah did touch Remy but it was only for a second and it obviously didn’t kill him.”

“Why did you touch him Stripes?” Logan asked, now the suspicious one.

Rogue could feel Remy’s eyes on her and she could feel the blush that had begun to creep into her cheeks. Scott was certain that she had done something now. “Ah… well, Ah gave Remy a kiss.” Everyone, on cue, gasped. “It was a small kiss though! And it only lasted a few seconds and it was on his cheek!” Rogue added quickly.

Scott looked disappointed that he had not “caught them in the act.” Or had he? “Okay fine, that explains that they didn’t do it. But why was there a need to put on condoms or take (or rip) off clothes in the first place if they weren’t doing anything?” Scott asked, indignantly.

The Professor sighed and said, “That’s actually the part we can’t explain… and neither can they.” He motioned towards the people sitting on the sofa. “It seems that all four of them achieved orgasm without any prior stimulation. I was hoping that Hank may be able to explain this further.” They all turned to Dr. McCoy.

Hank shrugged and began. “There are various drugs that I know of that tend to make people sexually aroused, but not all out climax. Charles you said that they just started having orgasms out of nowhere?”

The Professor had obviously read his students minds and then debriefed the teachers. “Yes. They were just talking and then they were… well you know.”

“You know, this could be comparable to spontaneous human combustion.” Hank said, looking deep in thought.

“Isn’t that when people randomly burst into flames?” Kitty asked.

“Yes, it’s rare and scientifically unexplainable. Although it’s not as famous, people have been known to achieve orgasm at very odd times for no explainable reason.”

“But four people at once? If it’s a rare occurrence, what’s the likeliness of it happening to so many people so sequentially?” Ororo asked.

“Very good point. The only other conclusion that I can come up with is that there must be something in the water.” Hank suddenly looked at the four students very curiously. “Did you by chance have any water today?”

“From a bottle or from the tap?” Kitty asked.

“Tap.”

“No.”

“Ah had some milk…” Rogue looked down with a hint of guilt. “From the carton.”

“So that’s been you, huh?” Logan said, arching an eyebrow.

“Think Ah had some coffee dat might have been made from de tap. Can’t be sure though.” Remy shrugged his shoulders.

“I haven’t had a single thing to eat today.” Kurt said, miserably rubbing his tummy as he was suddenly reminded of his ever growing hunger.

“What else did you all ingest?” Hank said, pulling out a pad of paper and a pen.

“Ah had a plain bagel.” Rogue said, looking like she was in thought.

“Just a bottle of Aquafina before I came downstairs.” Kitty said.

“Nothin’ but coffee.” Remy said.

“Nothing.” Kurt said, sounding as though he were on the verge of tears.

“Kitty, Ah could have sworn that you had a peach too.” Rogue said, looking at her roommate. No one noticed Ororo looking at them in interest.

“No, I didn’t have any peaches. I think I might have picked one up for a second, but I didn’t eat it.” Kitty said, casually.

“What they don’t get is that it doesn’t matter if they ate the fruit, it’s more like the fruit ate them…” Matilda thought about her words for a second. “Or something like that.” Matilda had been sitting in a corner atop an antique bust of Caligula. Up until then she had just been observing her handiwork.

“Peaches? You found peaches in the kitchen?” Ororo asked.

“In the fruit bowl.” Kitty said, nodding.

“Now dat y’ mention it, do believe dat Bleu here had a banana earlier.” Remy said, staring off into space, trying to retrace the events that led to this moment.

“Bananas?” Ororo said, now looking suspicious.

“I did not have a banana. I vould love to have had one, as I am now regretting not.” Kurt said, wistfully.

“Charles…” Ororo said, her eyebrows furred in thought. “I don’t recall buying either peaches or bananas.”

“Uh oh.” Matilda said, looking up from her nails that she had been inspecting.

The Professor looked puzzled and then looked at Remy and Rogue, “You two did not mention that you both touched a peach and a banana as well.”

Rogue thought about it for a minute. “Well Ah didn’t think it was that important. Ah mean, Ah only touched a peach; Ah didn’t even eat it.”

“I see.” The Professor looked deep in thought for a moment, not really acknowledging anyone.

“Um, Charles if they didn’t ingest these fruits then why does it matter?” Hank asked, always the voice of logic.

“I can’t explain it, but… something strange has been going on lately. Some occurrences of recent happening have just seemed a tad too convenient to have happened on their own accord, and I wonder…”

Matilda stiffened when she saw the Professor turn and look straight in her direction. “Ohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrap!” She said, as long as he had her corner under his gaze. He didn’t seem to be looking at her, just the area which she was in.

“Chuck?” Logan asked. “Everything all right?”

The Professor turned back to the confused faces and smiled (and Matilda breathed out a sigh of relief). “Yes, just…” He briefly glanced in Matilda’s direction again. “Nothing.” He looked back at the four incredibly tense students. “None of you are in trouble, as it seems that no one here can really explain what happened. Now I do believe that you leave for survival training tomorrow, and this would be an excellent time to start packing.” It was their turn to breathe. Kitty and Rogue shot up almost immediately (both being incredibly eager to get out of there), Kurt shot up next (his next destination was the kitchen), and Remy rolled his eyes (he felt this took way too long) and stood slowly. “Scott, Jean, I’ll want to go over security procedures to be taken while we’re away in my office.”

Remy raised an eyebrow in the direction of Scott. “Ain’t dey comin’ on dis survival thing as well?”

“No, we ‘ain’t’, actually.” Scott said, enjoying mocking Remy’s accent (Rogue growled under her breath). “The Professor has entrusted the mansion to me and Jean since we’ve already proven ourselves fit to survive in the wild.” Scott put an infuriating arm around Jean’s shoulders (she seemed a little annoyed that he made their affections public) and she plastered on an awkward smile.
Remy left the room, shaking his head. He really didn’t want to think about what sort of thing that those two were going to do with the mansion all to themselves (*shudder*). He caught a glimpse of Rogue who was climbing the stairs with Kitty. She could feel his eyes on her and turned back to look at him. His face altogether remained expressionless, but his eyes… she knew he was looking right through her. She blushed, looked away, and bowed her head.

Remy sighed and stood in the hall for a minute. “Every time we take one step forward, it seems like we take two steps back.” He sighed again and then walked up the stairs to his room to pack.

Scott, Jean, Logan, Hank, and Ororo all left the library with the Professor. They didn’t notice that the Professor kept his eyes fixed on the corner with the bust of Caligula the entire time. As soon as they were gone, Matilda all but slid off the bust and allowed herself to just lay sprawled on the floor. After a few minutes of catching her breath, she rolled onto her side and propped her head onto her palm.

“Maybe the Passion Fruit worked a little too well? It seems to have drawn too much attention to my job and now the bald telepathic headmaster is on to me.” She rolled onto her back again and just stared at the ceiling. “Which is bad. If I try something else with him around, I’m sure that I’ll be discovered. Although the Passion Fruit produced the desired results (they all certainly have sex on their minds) all four of them are now under the scrutinizing eyes of their classmates and teachers.”

Matilda audibly growled. “Grrr… if hadn’t been for stupid Scott (again) and that idiot blonde girl then they would have been setting up permanent residence in make out city! Well, make out city for Kurt and Kitty, one intense kiss before he passes out city for Remy and Rogue. Now that I think about it, my plans would have gone perfectly had it not been for these stupid teenagers’ interference.”

Matilda shot up with a mad and clarified look in her eyes. “That’s it! That’s been my problem! It’s not my fault nothing’s been working, it’s these stupid kids that my clients live with! Their constant barging in and blabbing has made things awkward for my poor subjects. If only I could get them alone for a few days minimum, I’d have them confessing their love for each other every five minutes.”

Matilda clutched her chin between her thumb and her forefinger and made wrinkles in her forehead thinking. Her face brightened a few moments later and she snapped her fingers. “Of course! That survival training field trip thingy! It’d be easy as pie to separate the four of them from the rest of their classmates and teachers. And without them, I won’t have to worry about the stupid kids’ or that brilliant telepathic headmaster messing with my plans.”

Matilda then bit her lip when she remembered. “Crap! I keep forgetting about that stupid Hirane thing (Why did I agree to take care of him again?). How am I supposed to…?” She gazed up at the ceiling in thought. She finally shrugged her shoulders and said, “I suppose the four of them can handle him on their own. I mean, it’s just one demon tree and they are four super powered youngsters. They should be able to handle him no sweat, right?”

Matilda nodded confidently and then stood up. “I’ll give them the rest of the day to cool off. I better get to that mountain and make some preparations and arrangements.” Without so much as blinking, Matilda was gone.

“OHMYGOD, details you!” Jubilee practically squealed at Rogue. “Is Remy equipped or what? Tell me!”

“Kitty, come on, you’ve got to tell me about Kurt! I’ve had my eye on him for a while now and if he’s massive then that pretty much seals the deal!” Tabitha said, very obnoxiously.

“Jubilee and I both think Remy is positively adorable, and we were talking about sharing him. Is he worth the trouble?” Amara asked, as though she were in the middle of international negotiations.

Rogue and Kitty both pushed their way through the swarm of girls that had been waiting for them to be finished, in order to assault
them with questions. The minute they got inside their room, they slammed the door in the girls’ faces and locked it. Neither said a word for a minute; they just both collapsed on their respective beds.

“Rogue?” Kitty asked, gazing dazedly at the ceiling.

“Hmm?” Was Rogue’s very muffled reply.

“What just happened?”

Rogue turned and looked at the ceiling as well. “Good question.”

Kitty felt the blush return to her face. “I can’t believe that Kurt just saw me…”

“Ah know.” Rogue said, knowing exactly what she was talking about.

“And that I just saw him…” Kitty’s eyes grew wider.

“Ah know.” Rogue said again, visualizing Remy’s gorgeous Demon eyes.

“And now everybody in the whole friggin’ mansion knows…” Kitty said sadly.

“Kitty, don’t say ‘friggin’. If you’re going to say an ‘f’ word, go for the gold.” Rogue said, now thinking about Remy’s body.
Kitty sighed and looked at her closet. “Well, I guess we better start packing.”

As Kitty stood, Rogue contemplated something for a second. “Hey Kitty?” Kitty turned to face her roommate. “You know how Ah have that rule that Ah don’t want to hear anything about mah brother that would not be appropriate for a sister to know that you happen to find out?” Kitty nodded. “Well, Ah’m willing to lift that rule for today, if you will listen to meh about… something that Ah need to get off mah chest.”

Kitty seemed to know what Rogue was talking about and her eyes began to glitter excitedly. She rushed towards Rogue and sat on her bed. They both faced each other and began to talk.

“Okay, one word, two syllables: details!” Kitty said with a smile.

“Oh mah God Kitty, you think he’s good looking with clothes on? He is absolutely gorgeous naked!” Rogue said, with an uncharacteristic giddiness.

“Oh my God, you should see Kurt! Well, you shouldn’t see him, ‘cause he’s your brother and all, but he is so built! And I love his fur, and blue looks good on a guy if he’s naked!” Kitty said, at almost a squealing level.

“You got him completely naked? You saw everything?”

“Well, not everything. I didn’t see his butt, but I know that’s tight as all get out. But I did see his… um… his thingy.” Kitty said, blushing.

“Kitty, you’re with a girl. You can say his cock.” Rogue said, bluntly. “And Ah saw Remy’s too.”

“Really? I’ve heard a lot of speculation about his from all the other girls. Is it really that big? I bet it’s not. How big is it?”

“How big do you think it is?” Rogue asked with a smirk. Seeing her reaction to this was going to be fun.

Kitty held her hands about five inches apart; Rogue promptly shook her head “no”. Kitty widened the space between her hands by about two inches; Rogue shook her head and mouthed “bigger”. Kitty raised an eyebrow and cocked her head; Rogue took her hands and spread them until they were about eleven inches apart. Kitty’s eyes nearly bugged out of her head and Rogue laughed out loud.

“Nuh uh.” Kitty said, still in a daze.

“Yah huh.” Rogue said with a laugh.

“Nuh uh!” Kitty said, a smile forming on her mouth.

“Yah huh!” Rogue said, nodding her head.

“Oh my God! That’s almost a foot! Poor Kurt, he’s only ten inches and-“

“Wait, Kurt’s ten inches?! Geez, Kitty what are you talking about?! That’s huge; Ah didn’t expect him to be that big!” Rogue said; now it was her turn for her mouth to drop.

“I know! And trust me when I say that all of him is blue!”

Their giggly, girly conversation lasted even when they were packing for the trip. Without everybody watching, in their own room, together they were able to do something that seemed inconceivable earlier: be happy about the events that took place that day.