Forever

Chapter Four—FOREVER

 

A/N: Disclaimers, yada yada yada… If you’ve made it this far, you know the drill. J Mille grazie to
everyone who’s helping me with their comments and support (you know who you
are…Internutter….) Oh, yeah—we’re getting a little smutty again.

 

 

 

 

This
sucks on so many levels. Kitty
sighed again, digging her spoon into another pint of From Russia with Buzz ice
cream.[1] School had been more abysmal than usual,
Jean being her duenna-for-the-day, dragging her away from Kurt’s every
glance. Couldn’t even get within ten
feet of him. She scraped the bottom
of the carton, the sound of metal on cardboard startling her out of her
depressed reverie. Oops. All out.
Wonder if that Nutella is still in the fridge? Kitty sauntered into the kitchen from the rec
room, sucking absentmindedly on her spoon.
Logan and the Professor were, at that moment, sequestered in the
Professor’s study being “briefed” by Storm and Beast about the events of the
past weekend. Damnation. A new level of suckage… It had finally occurred to Kitty what Logan
was going to do to Kurt once they were all together. He’s like a father to
me. And I know what a father like him
would do to someone who made a move on his little girl. Fuck me running backwards. This is not going to be pretty. Dropping her empty carton into the trash
compactor and phasing her head through the door to rummage through the
refrigerator, Kitty missed the sound of a breath being swiftly drawn and the
quick padding of three-toed feet approaching from the door to the back
patio.

”Katzchen! Ich habe dich so sehr vermisst.!”[2]
Kurt gripped heps tps tightly, causing a startled yelp from Kitty accompanied
by muffled curse as she banged her head.


She swiftly turned, ignoring the
small goose egg forming on the back of her scalp, and threw her arms around his
neck. “Kurt!” Her mouth covered his in exuberant kisses for several timeless
moments before she drew away. “What are
you doing here? Where’s Scott?” Scott had been Kurt’s tag along for the day,
much as Jean had been for Kitty.
“He’s in the Danger Room with
Jean.” He grinned, fangs showing. Kitty was swung around by her waist and
made to sit on the kitchen island.

“How’d you arrange that?” I don’t care I don’t care I don’t care….

“Ich bin eben ein schlauer kleiner Elf[3],”
he replied with a wink, “Besides, Scott was in a helpful mood…” Jean was firmly convinced that Kurt was in
subbasement four with Evan, helping him build an indoor half-pipe, thereby
making it safe for her to leave Kitty alone for a while. This little deception was courtesy of
Scott’s extremely convincing “surveillance” tape, made earlier in the day and
looped into the security monitor’s continuous feed from the basement
levels. All Scott had to do was let
Jean “check up” on the tape every so often via the computer link to the
security system and she would be out of the way for at least an hour and a
half, as long as it took for Scott to run his favorite combat sim with her.

Kitty placed a firm finger over his
lips. “I don’t think I want to know
what sort of strings you two pulled. I
like my men mysterious…” She giggled, ruining
the seductive effect she was going for, and leaned forward to kiss him a little
clumsily. Kurt moved closer, trying to
make it easier, only to have Kitty pull away.
“You know, this would be a lot easier if I were standing.”

“Nein! You’ve been on that hurt foot too much today, Liebe. Besides,” he added slyly, “I’ve always
wanted to kiss a woman taller than I am.”


At five foot seven, Kurt was on the
low side of average, height-wise.
Kitty, however, was shorter than he at five foot four and his reminder
of her stature elicited a growl that would make Logan proud. She levered herself off the counter and into
Kurt’s arms, causing him to stagger backwards with a mouthful of Kitty’s t-shirt. She rested her chin on top of Kurt’s head and murmured, “See? If I was taller than you, I couldn’t have
done that!” He smiled into her shoulder
and leaned back in an attempt to look her in the eye but only meeting her
chin.

“Tall, short, fat, thin…I would
love you if you had three arms, an extra head and fins on your back,
Katzchen.” He let her slide down his
body, stopping before she reached the ground.
Kitty was blushing, aware of all points of contact. “I think we have a little time before
we’re…summoned…” Kurt let it trail off
suggestively.

Kitty made sounds appropriate of
interest as a wicked little idea formed in her head. “Kurt, you’re not claustrophobic, are you?”

“Uh, why?” Kitty wriggled free from his arms and
motioned for him to follow her. She
gave up on a sexy walk when she realized her limp ruined the attempt and led
him to the storage closet off the rec room.
“Katzchen!” Kurt’s mind had
leapt to where Kitty’s had taken up residence.
She took his hand and phased them through the door into the darkened
interior of the tiny room. Kurt bumped
into a heavy box and muffled his yowl of pain.
“Mein foot!”

“Poor baby!” Kitty sounded as if she were stifling a
laugh. “Want me to kiss it
better?” Kurt’s eyes, far superior to
Kitty’s in the dark, saw her as if from a great distance. She dropped to her knees somewhat awkwardly
and took his foot in her hand. She
began massaging it gently, paying attention to the toes he stubbed on the
box.

“Katzchen! What are you doing?” Her moist breath on his foot nearly made
Kurt jump out of his skin.

“Shhhh. We don’t have much time!”
Kitty’s lips pressed against the top of his feet, kisses lighting like
butterflies from his toes to his ankle and back down. “Did I ever tell you how much I love your feet?” Kitty’s voice was scarcely more than a
whisper but resounded like thunder in Kurt’s ears.

“K…Katzchen!” His voice was wavering. Mein Gott im Himmel! Kitty had given him a foot rub on one
memorable occasion, after he was forced to run laps in gym class for some minor
infraction of school rules[4]. His feet had been throbbing mercilessly from
the special shoes he had to wear and Kitty had made him sit on a chair in the
kitchen, rubbing his tired digits before she made him soak his feet in Epsom
salts water (“Bubie and Yaya[5]
swore by it!” she had explained). Kurt
had discovered then just how sensitive his feet were when every touch elicited
a giggle or a stifled moan. Poor
Katzchen thought I was moaning from pain!
Kurt sighed contentedly, leaning back against the wall of the
storage room as Kitty continued her footplay.
I wonder if we can convince the professor to let us at least give
each other foot rubs. The blood was
quickly leaving Kurt’s brain.

Kitty, one of his feet still in
hand, leaned back on her haunches to look at his face. His half-closed eyes indicated her effect on
him, as did his rapid breathing. She
could not fight the grin that stole across her face—Damn, I love this power—before
she pulled herself up, using Kurt’s arm as a hand-hold in order to avoid
putting weight on her healing foot.
“You know, next time we get the chance to do this, I’ll probably be
healed.”

“Hmmmm,” was the best Kurt could
manage at that point, he mouth busy seeking Kitty’s collarbone.

She gasped and tightened her arms around his waist as he found the
sensitive spot on her neck that made her knees go all wobbly. God bless whoever taught him all that
gymnastic stuff! Kurt was
deceptively strong—his holo did not do him justice in the muscle department,
Kitty thought. He was not all bulky,
like Lance but rather had a gymnast’s body, which pleased Kitty no end. Bulky bad. Kurt good… Kurt
picked Kitty up, walking a step and a half until her back was against the
shelving on the opposite wall. He was
able to slide his hands to her hips, still bracing her against the shelved full
of paint and wallpaper. Kitty had one
arm behind his neck and one across his back when she wrapped her legs around
his waist. “Better?” she asked between
mewling noises. Note to self: ask
him how he does that thing with his tongue! Kurt nodded feverishly into her bosom,
tongue in question never ceasing it’s movements. She could feel his tail whipping back and forth, the base rubbing
against her legs. From his moans into
her chest, she gathered the tail was still his most favored erogenous
zone. Kitty pushed her pelvis against
Kurt’s lower abdomen; his growl against her skin sent shivers all through her
body. “Kurt…” was all she could gasp
out before she was deposited on the floor, flat on her back. Shirt and sweatpants were off in short
order, followed by her bra and panties.
“No fair!” Kitty tugged at the
waistband of Kurt’s shorts. “If I’m
naked, you’re naked!”

“As milady wishes…” Kurt made quick
work of his clothes, throwing them against the door behind Kitty’s head. “I wish we were not so rushed, liebe.”

“We’ll have all the time in the
world once we’re out of the woods, Fuzzy.” Kitty wrapped one leg around his waist, holding her new lover to
her. “Right now, I just want to be
with you.” She added a meaningful
thrust to her words, forcing Kurt’s eyes closed.

“Oh, Katzchen. You have no idea what you do to me.” So warm. He was poised at her
entrance, eyes shining brightly in the dark of the storage closet. “There are so many things I want to say to
you, so many ways I want to love you…” He bit his lip to keep from crying out
as she pushed him into her slick warmth with a gentle shove from her leg.

She stifled a moan as he filled
her. “Kurt!” she hissed from between clenched teeth, arching again to meet
him. He fell into a rhythm, murmuring
German into her ear. Okay. Katzchen
I know. Liebe, Gott, Himmel…I have got
to take a Berlitz course in German!
Sweet day in the morning! “Do
that again!”

“Vas?” Kurt paused, Kitty’s voice breaking into the sensory overload he
was mentally recording to playback later, over and over and over again.

“What you just did! Do it again!” Kitty was panting, flushed in the darkness.

“No problem, liebe.” Kurt grinned, his teeth flashing in the
yellow glow of his eyes.[6] He pulled almost all the way out of her
welcoming warmth and thrust fully into her, grinding against the sensitive
bundle of nerves that made her eyes roll back in her head.

Blind luck on his part, good
fortune for me… Kitty was fairly
certain Kurt’s knowledge of female anatomy did not extend to just what to do
with the clitoris, something she had discovered herself through sheer
experimentation. Well, we can learn
together then. Kurt repeated the
motion again, causing a burst of starlight before Kitty’s eyes. She clamped down on Kurt’s shoulder to
stifle a scream of pleasure. He growled
again, lower in his chest this time, and lost all control of his motions,
pounding into her with a strange combination of tenderness and ferocious
need. He sucked in a hard breath
through his teeth as he reached release, collapsing against her.

“Katzchen…” He was at a loss for words. She pressed her lips to his and let her
tongue nip out in a playful caress.

“I know. But we need to hurry—we have to shower or Logan will know
and we don’t want to tip our hand to the Professor.” She wriggled out from under him, leaving him lying on his side.

Her sudden burst of efficiency
irritated Kurt somewhat. “Is it so easy
for you, then? We just made love, for
the second time, mind you, and you’re up and getting dressed as if it were a
common occurrence!” His tail flopped
sadly across his naked leg.

Kitty, half dressed in only her
t-shirt and panties—Screw the bra—I’ll put it on after the shower—turned
to look at him in stunned amazement. “You
think this mean nothing to me? Damn it,
Kurt! I’m sorry we’re about to get
bitched out by Logan and the Professor!
I’m sorry I screwed up your idea of what lovemaking should be! I’m fucking sorry!” Kitty started crying and threw herself into
a suddenly standing Kurt’s arms. Her
snuffles were buried in the blue fur of his chest.

“Liebstes Herz. What’ve I done? I break your foot, I make you cry…I’m an awful boyfriend.” Kurt felt his own eyes water.

“You didn’t break my foot. I did.
I landed wrong… and we’re boyfriend and girlfriend now?” Kitty pushed herself far enough away from
Kurt to look at his glowing eyes.

“Well, we have slept
together. Twice. And I love you.”

“I love you.”

“Want to go steady?” He wriggled his eyebrows at her and winked
in the pale light filtering in from around the lintels.

Kitty produced a watery laugh,
wiping at her tears with one hand and tugging his hair with the other. “I’d love to.”

 

 

Kurt passed
Scott in the hall on the way to his room.
“Did you fix the camera?”

“Yeah—Jean seemed
clueless.” Scott looked both ways. “Dude, you need to shower or something! You smell like Kitty and…well, like sex.” He averted his gaze from Kurt’s amused eyes.

“How do you
know what sex smells like? Or Kitty for
that matter?”

“Well, you
smell like a girl at any rate. I
assumed it was Kitty unless you’ve decided Amara is your type. And I know what it smells like the same way
you do.”

“Vas?!?!?!?” Kurt grabbed Scott by the arm and started to
drag him into his bedroom for details.

“Dude, I’ll
tell you later! I was coming to find
you and let you know that I saw the Professor and Logan heading into the study
downstairs. Hurry up and do whatever
you need to do.” With a swift pat on
the shoulder, Scott was gone down the hall, leaving a mildly stunned Kurt (Who
did he sleep with?) to hurry into the shower and scrub off any trace of
Kitty. He changed clothes but guiltily
shoved the t-shirt he had been wearing, the one that smelled like her,
under his mattress. He washed his fur
twice with his unscented shampoo and toweled himself as dry as possible before
brushing out the tangles. Do I look
like I just had sex? How the Hell
should I know? ARRRRRRRRGH!!!!!!!!! Kurt threw on his uniform, hoping it would
make a good impression and also that the smell of sweat that lingered on it
from his earlier Danger Room session would mask any lingering scent from Logan’s
acute senses. Here goes nothing.

 

Kitty had
darted up to her room, phasing through the door and out of her clothes (Note
to self number 236: show Kurt that trick sometime) on her way to the
half-bath in her room. Turning the
water as hot as she could stand, she soaped up hair and body twice before
turning the taps all the way to cold to wash off the suds. The cold water snapped away any sign of
post-coital sleepiness that may have lingered and hurried Kitty out into the
bedroom proper. Never thought I’d be
singsing for a lynching. She chose
her nicest jeans and a plain pink sweater for it’s demure factor and twisted
her semi-dry hair into a knot at the base of her skull. No makeup. Don’t want any comparisons to Jezebel or anything. She gave herself the once-over in the mirror
and took a deep breath. “Here goes nothing.”

 

The
Professor took in their appearance. Despite
their innocent appearance, he knew what they had been up to earlier. Who needs to be a mind reader when the
heat exchange filters noise from the storage room straight to my study? He was just glad that Logan had been putting
his luggage away when the sounds of furtive lovemaking drifted into the
Professor’s study. To their credit,
they did not immediately deny anything.
They sat patiently, close enough to hold hands but not close enough to
be considered improper. Logan growled
at Kurt once, but was silenced by a pleading look from Kitty. “I have heard what Storm and Dr. McCoy had
to say about this, and I have heard what Rogue had to say.” The teenagers flinched a little at the
memory of the incident that precipitated this conference. “Now I want to know what you have to
say. Let me just say, though, that you
are not in trouble and I am not going to go peeking at you thoughts at any time
during or after this conference without your express permission, baring an
emergency situation.” Kitty had relaxed
visibly at this, glad that her mental pictures of a sweaty, animalistic Kurt
would remain just that—hers. “Who
wants to go first?”

“Herr
Professor, I love Kitty. I have loved
her since I first saw her. Ja, it was
puppy love at first, but it’s grown into something more. I’d walk through Hell for her.” Kurt look anxiously at Logan, who in turn
was considering the blue mutant thoughtfully.

“That’s it,
Elf?”

“What more
do you want?” Kurt turned to Kitty,
twisting in his seat. “Is that enough
for you, Katzchen? Am I enough?”

“More than
enough, Kurt.” She leaned forward as if
to kiss him, then caught Logan’s glare and settled for a quick hug. “All that
matters is that we love each other, not what anyone thinks of our love.”

“Well
spoken, Kitty.” The Professor rolled
out from behind his desk and moved to face the teenagers. “Do you have anything to say?”

“What
happened Friday night, I started it. I
made the first move. I wanted him to
stay after the movie was over and I would have asked him to if he tried to
leave.” There. Got that out of the
way. At the mention of the Incident
(as it was quickly becoming known), Logan’s brows beetled dangerously. Kitty moved on quickly. “Kurt is my best friend. He has been for a while now. Somewhere, I fell in love with him. I’m not even really sure when myself.” She looked down at the tops of her sneakers,
deep in thought. “I just know that one
day it hit me like a truck. Kurt is the
One.” All present caught the
capital.

“How do you
know this?” Kurt and the Professor chorused as one.

“It’s like
this. My dad’s parents fell in love
when they were thirteen years old in their village in Greece. The village was almost entirely Jewish, you
know…” Kitty sucked in a deep breath
before continuing. “They knew when they
first met, when things were getting bad with the war, that they were meant to
be. Her parents told her that if the
war ended in a year, she could accept Evron’s offer of marriage. They were sure she would forget him or lose
interest. Fighting was everywhere and
Jews from the next town over were spreading stories of camps in other parts of
Europe and Death Squads that killed mothers and ba. M. My grandparents talked about plans to come
to the states when they were married and older. He would open a store and sell anything the Americans wanted and
she would stay home and have lots of babies.
America was the Land of Milk and Honey.” Kurt snuck a look at Logan—he appeared completely absorbed in the
story and lost in memories himself. “One
day, some soldiers came into the village and started taking all the men onto
cattle cars, then the women with the children. It took a week to empty the
village.” Her eyes found the
Professors. ”A week! To empty an entire village… My grandparents were separated on the train
to Auschwitz-Birkenau but he saw her once they were at the camp. She was in line to be processed and he was being
led to barracks. He called out to her,
told her he’d love her forever.” The
Professor was leaning forward in his chair, focusing his entire attention on
Kitty; her eyes were begging him to hear her out and he complied. “Do you know what they did to Jews
there? To Catholics and homosexuals and
Gypsies?” Kurt twitched a little at
this one. “My grandparents were in the
same camp but never saw each other. For
all the years in the camp where my grandfather dug pits to throw the bodies of
his family and friends and checked each one to make sure it was not my Yaya,
while my grandmother made bullet casings that killed other Jews and Americans
during the battles. They did not see
each other again until long after the war.
My grandfather, after the liberation, had gone to New York to stay with
histherther and eventually went to Chicago and got to open his store. It was a five-and-dime, but it was his dream… My grandmother had never forgotten him,
though. She thought he must have died
in the camps, towards the end when they were just shooting people in the head
and pushing them into the pits. She
made it to Chicago one summer, to stay with a cousin. She went to a five and dime to get hairpins, she told me, and
heard the man behind the counter telling a lady the item she got would “last
forever.” It was the forever that got
her attention.” Kitty fledfled and
accepted the proffered Kleenex from the direction of Logan. “She said when she heard the word forever,
she knew it was him. She knew God had
brought them back together. I knew I
love Kurt because my grandmother loved my grandfather. I know I love Kurt because, no matter what,
I will always know his voice. We can be
separated for an eternity and I know I will find him eventually. We’re connected, like Yaya and Grandpa. They married that year, after Shauvot. Do you know she died a week after he
did? Her other half was missing and she
just couldn’t go on without him.” Kitty
knew she was rambling but she couldn’t stop herself. Kurt did it for her, touching her cheek and forcing her eyes to
his.

“Katzchen…” The words that tumbled from his lips were in
German but Kitty knew what he was saying on some instinctievelevel and her
heart soared. Logan remained stoic in
the corner, lost in a world older than Kurt and Kitty, a world of war and pain
that he hoped they would never know.

“Kitty,
Kurt, as much as I hate to interrupt this,” the Professor really did. It was rare he met anyone, much less
teenagers, with this much emotional drive, this much determination. “I need to come to some sort of solution to
this issue. Kitty, your age is a large
stumbling block right now.” She sighed
and bent her neck, looking at Kurt’s hands wrapped in hers. “As much as you will hate me for this now, I
think it is best that the two of you are not left alone together until Kitty
comes of age. I do not doubt the
veracity of your feelings but I cannot allow an illegal relationship to
continue under my roof. Or under my
supervision,” he amended, realizing that the “under my roof” dictum left much
to interpretation. “Until Kitty’s
birthday on June 23rd, you will be chaperoned at all times. If I feel the need, I will do…spot checks to
make sure you are in your rooms at night.
Logan will be more than happy to help enforce this. You are allowed to date each other, just not
alone. I will assign chaperone duties
to each of the students here for school hours and the tutors will take over for
weekends and evenings.” Kitty and Kurt
sagged against each other. This isn’t
so bad, they both thought. “That
will be all for this evening.” He waved
them off, letting Logan follow them after sending a stern command that he leave
Kurt alone. “Children. Was I ever like that?”

 

 

TBC

 



[1] Caffeine is
your friend. Ice cream is your
friend. Let’s introduce them, shall
we? Taa daa—Ben and Jerry’s From Russia
with Buzz is the bastard love child of coffee and ice cream.

[2] “I’ve missed
you so much!” (Thanks muchos to
Foxfeather for the translation)

[3] THANK YOU
FOXY!!!! It means “I’m a clever little
elf.”

[4] What is
the deal with coaches and random laps, anyway?


[5] Bubie is
Yiddish for “Granny” and Yaya is a Greek way of saying it.

[6] Some people
say his eyes glow, some don’t. In my
little world, they glow.