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X-Men - Animated Series (all) › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
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7,260
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6
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Peeping Elf
Kitty pulled her robe around her and went back into her large, empty room. She fought the urge to sigh once again, and instead went to her vanity and picked up her favorite hair clip. She gathered her curls atop her head and pinned them there, and couldn’t suppress the chilly shivering from being on the balcony for so long. A warm bath was sounding very nice. She turned and went into the bathroom, switching on the light as she passed.
Blue towels and various soaps and oils were placed around the large porcelain tub, and she stooped to plug the drain then turned the faucet on as hot as it would go. She poured a large dollop of bubble soap into the water, then tossed a handful of fizzy salts in. She lit a few of the candles surrounding the tub, then slipped out of the robe again. A small decanter of rose oil caught her eye. It was the expensive kind that Jean had gotten for Rogue as a birthday present. Rogue wasn’t the type to get all dolled up though, and had never touched the stuff. Kitty bit her lip. ‘She’ll never even miss it,’ she thought, then grabbed the bottle and pulled out the stopper. Pouring a generous amount into her hand, she set the glass down and began to massage the oil into the skin on her arms and neck. She wondered briefly what Remy and Jubilee and all the other couples were doing, and couldn’t help the envious shiver that ran down her spine.
***
Kurt landed silently two inches from Kitty, but thankfully she didn’t turn around. He held his breath, slipped into the shadows of the curtains and watched as she moved about her room. How could he not have known it was Kitty? The only thing different was the curly hair...no, that wasn’t the only thing. Her carefree front was gone, and she had suddenly looked older, more...more like the real woman that Kurt had never recognized in her before. Of course, he’d always liked Kitty, liked flirting outrageously with her and making her laugh. They’d snuggled up to watch movies and such and had held hands when out for walks, but he’d never harbored any serious illusions of getting hooked up with her, but now he wasn’t so sure...
He lost his breath as Kitty turned to go into a different part of the dwelling. Her breasts were exposed, as well as a good portion of her tummy and creamy thighs. Again he became painfully aware of what this new Kitty was doing to him. He stood catching his breath as she disappeared from his sight, then slipped further into the room. He’d never been in here before, nor seen a room so nicely furnished. Two queen sized beds stood on opposite sides of the large room, both with white, cushiony down-feather covers complete with lace trimmings and large, plump lacy pillows. A glass table was set before him, a bouquet of roses and two long-stem glasses were placed atop it. A bucket of ice and wine stood slightly to the side. He smirked at the thought of Kitty sneaking alcohol from Logan’s secret stash.
Candles were scattered over most of the surfaces in the room, and their rose and lavender scent was intoxicating to him. He glanced at the bathroom where Kitty had gone. The door was closed save for a tiny crack where steam was now escaping, so he cautiously stepped out of the shadows to look around more. A vanity took up most of one wall and a tall, old fashion mirror stood beside it. A pink pile of silk caught his eye and he bent to retrieve it.
It was a nightgown. So small, he could just imagine it hugging all her curves. He held it to his face and inhaled her scent, and wanted to rub the garment all over him, knowing it was the closest he could ever get to her. Reluctantly he let the material slip from his fingers back to pile on the floor. He walked around the room, looking at Kitty and Rogue’s pictures of friends and family and all the trinkets and books they had collected. He came to the stereo and listened to the music for a moment before moving on to the beds. He gently ran his fingers over the soft material and had to fight the urge to throw himself down on her bed and snuggled deep into the covers to smell her perfume and shampoo on the pillows. Silently he crept up to the bathroom door and peeked through the crack. His eyes widened, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.
Kitty, in all her naked glory, perched on the side of the tub massaging oil into the skin of her neck and breasts. He watched, enthralled, as she slowly moved her hands over her smooth, white breasts and tiny pink nipples. He tried to remember how to breath as she began to massage her tummy and then lower to her thighs and in between. Her head was tilted back and her eyes had a glassy look to them.
She stood and turned the water off, then stepped gingerly into the steaming bubbles, giving him a full view of her backside in the process. Exhaling loudly, she sank up to her neck in the water. Reaching up, she pressed a small button and the bubbles in the tub multiplied as water jets began a whirlpool.
Kurt watched as she grabbed one of the blue wash cloths and slowly lathered soap onto her shoulder with it. Her other hand sank beneath the bubbles and she rested her head back against the tub and closed her eyes.
It seemed like an eternity he watched her before he realized she was not just taking a relaxing soak. He could hear her breathing start to come in short gasps, and she began to whimper and moan. Her knees, now pink from the hot water, rose above the surface and spread to each side of the tub. The blue washcloth had disappeared beneath the waves also. The room was now full of her moans and her head was tossing from side to side, then she took a large breath, threw her head back and gasped out, “KURT!”
***
She remained that way a full moment, then slowly opened her eyes and began breathing normally once again. In her mind she had gone over all the occupants in the mansion with whom she could picture herself. Out of all of them, only Kurt had ever caught at her emotions. He was so caring of everyone, and was always willing to stick his neck out for her. Always the friend at her side, yet never breaching that middle ground....
She’d always fantasized about him, even taken to memorizing his glistening form as they practiced for combat. A few times this had even gotten her pulverized by the machinery, but he’d always been there to help her to her feet, no matter what hellish things were going on around them. So what about the freakish appearance that had terrified her on their first meeting...she was way past that, even coming to view his differences as artistic beauty. Like an over-sized jungle cat he seemed, sinewy and almost predatorial, but with a jovial gleam in his eyes. But time to time those glowing yellow orbs seemed to smolder with something altogether different...or maybe she had just been imagining that.
Noticing that she was beginning to prune, she sighed and lifted herself out of the water to prepare for another restless night of sleep and empty dreams.
Blue towels and various soaps and oils were placed around the large porcelain tub, and she stooped to plug the drain then turned the faucet on as hot as it would go. She poured a large dollop of bubble soap into the water, then tossed a handful of fizzy salts in. She lit a few of the candles surrounding the tub, then slipped out of the robe again. A small decanter of rose oil caught her eye. It was the expensive kind that Jean had gotten for Rogue as a birthday present. Rogue wasn’t the type to get all dolled up though, and had never touched the stuff. Kitty bit her lip. ‘She’ll never even miss it,’ she thought, then grabbed the bottle and pulled out the stopper. Pouring a generous amount into her hand, she set the glass down and began to massage the oil into the skin on her arms and neck. She wondered briefly what Remy and Jubilee and all the other couples were doing, and couldn’t help the envious shiver that ran down her spine.
***
Kurt landed silently two inches from Kitty, but thankfully she didn’t turn around. He held his breath, slipped into the shadows of the curtains and watched as she moved about her room. How could he not have known it was Kitty? The only thing different was the curly hair...no, that wasn’t the only thing. Her carefree front was gone, and she had suddenly looked older, more...more like the real woman that Kurt had never recognized in her before. Of course, he’d always liked Kitty, liked flirting outrageously with her and making her laugh. They’d snuggled up to watch movies and such and had held hands when out for walks, but he’d never harbored any serious illusions of getting hooked up with her, but now he wasn’t so sure...
He lost his breath as Kitty turned to go into a different part of the dwelling. Her breasts were exposed, as well as a good portion of her tummy and creamy thighs. Again he became painfully aware of what this new Kitty was doing to him. He stood catching his breath as she disappeared from his sight, then slipped further into the room. He’d never been in here before, nor seen a room so nicely furnished. Two queen sized beds stood on opposite sides of the large room, both with white, cushiony down-feather covers complete with lace trimmings and large, plump lacy pillows. A glass table was set before him, a bouquet of roses and two long-stem glasses were placed atop it. A bucket of ice and wine stood slightly to the side. He smirked at the thought of Kitty sneaking alcohol from Logan’s secret stash.
Candles were scattered over most of the surfaces in the room, and their rose and lavender scent was intoxicating to him. He glanced at the bathroom where Kitty had gone. The door was closed save for a tiny crack where steam was now escaping, so he cautiously stepped out of the shadows to look around more. A vanity took up most of one wall and a tall, old fashion mirror stood beside it. A pink pile of silk caught his eye and he bent to retrieve it.
It was a nightgown. So small, he could just imagine it hugging all her curves. He held it to his face and inhaled her scent, and wanted to rub the garment all over him, knowing it was the closest he could ever get to her. Reluctantly he let the material slip from his fingers back to pile on the floor. He walked around the room, looking at Kitty and Rogue’s pictures of friends and family and all the trinkets and books they had collected. He came to the stereo and listened to the music for a moment before moving on to the beds. He gently ran his fingers over the soft material and had to fight the urge to throw himself down on her bed and snuggled deep into the covers to smell her perfume and shampoo on the pillows. Silently he crept up to the bathroom door and peeked through the crack. His eyes widened, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.
Kitty, in all her naked glory, perched on the side of the tub massaging oil into the skin of her neck and breasts. He watched, enthralled, as she slowly moved her hands over her smooth, white breasts and tiny pink nipples. He tried to remember how to breath as she began to massage her tummy and then lower to her thighs and in between. Her head was tilted back and her eyes had a glassy look to them.
She stood and turned the water off, then stepped gingerly into the steaming bubbles, giving him a full view of her backside in the process. Exhaling loudly, she sank up to her neck in the water. Reaching up, she pressed a small button and the bubbles in the tub multiplied as water jets began a whirlpool.
Kurt watched as she grabbed one of the blue wash cloths and slowly lathered soap onto her shoulder with it. Her other hand sank beneath the bubbles and she rested her head back against the tub and closed her eyes.
It seemed like an eternity he watched her before he realized she was not just taking a relaxing soak. He could hear her breathing start to come in short gasps, and she began to whimper and moan. Her knees, now pink from the hot water, rose above the surface and spread to each side of the tub. The blue washcloth had disappeared beneath the waves also. The room was now full of her moans and her head was tossing from side to side, then she took a large breath, threw her head back and gasped out, “KURT!”
***
She remained that way a full moment, then slowly opened her eyes and began breathing normally once again. In her mind she had gone over all the occupants in the mansion with whom she could picture herself. Out of all of them, only Kurt had ever caught at her emotions. He was so caring of everyone, and was always willing to stick his neck out for her. Always the friend at her side, yet never breaching that middle ground....
She’d always fantasized about him, even taken to memorizing his glistening form as they practiced for combat. A few times this had even gotten her pulverized by the machinery, but he’d always been there to help her to her feet, no matter what hellish things were going on around them. So what about the freakish appearance that had terrified her on their first meeting...she was way past that, even coming to view his differences as artistic beauty. Like an over-sized jungle cat he seemed, sinewy and almost predatorial, but with a jovial gleam in his eyes. But time to time those glowing yellow orbs seemed to smolder with something altogether different...or maybe she had just been imagining that.
Noticing that she was beginning to prune, she sighed and lifted herself out of the water to prepare for another restless night of sleep and empty dreams.