Need

Rogue's room was a few doors down from Kitty's. They bid each other good night and Rogue gave her a wink and promised not to call her too early in the morning.

Kitty opened her door and swung it wide, nearly filling the doorway with the boxes and shopping bags she carried. Kicking it shut behind her, she went to the closet and started hanging up some of her new clothes. She really hadn’t bought that much, but since the essentials included a new winter coat, boots, and shoes as well as jeans, sweaters, and underwear; a lot of her items were fairly bulky. She placed her hands at the small of her back and stretched her tired muscles.

Kitty undressed and went into the bathroom. She turned on the shower and dug out her new bathrobe and slippers. They were going to feel like pure heaven after a hot shower. She also unwrapped her new shower gel and loofah. There was something decadent about this day; buying new clothes and staying in a beautiful hotel. It didn't make up for the fact that every posession she'd had in her apartment was completely destroyed. All of the work she'd put into decorating and painting had been wasted. She hadn't even spent a week in her new place when it had all been wrecked.

Kitty stepped under the hot spray and began scrubbing away the negative feelings associated with the previous night's events. She still couldn't believe that it had been less than twenty-four hours since Lance had brought down the building. She pushed him out of her mind and tried to focus on the positive aspects of her life. There had been no serious injuries. One woman had broken her wrist falling on the stairs, but that was the worst. Warren was doing everything possible to put things right for his tenants and he was doing a more than adequate job as far as Kitty was concerned.

Kurt opened the door to the hotel room after knocking with no nswer. He could hear the shower running and saw the steam billowing out of the open bathroom door. He removed his jacket and sweater. Then he took off his holowatch and shoes. He stripped down to his boxers and stepped into the bathroom. He could hear Kitty humming a little tune to herself. He smiled and inhaled the scent of her soap. This time it wasn't strawberries or peaches. It was something lighter, not fruit or floral exactly, but fresh and fine. Strawberries had been for the little girl. And peaches had been a step toward something new, but this was perfect.

Kitty placed her palms flat against the shower wall and bowed her head, letting the hot water beat down on the back of her scalp and neck. She closed her eyes and felt the water run down over her cheekbones and into the sides of her mouth. She felt the movement of air behind her and knew he was there. He hadn't teleported; she'd have been able to smell the sulphur. She smiled a little when she heard the curtain draw back along the roShe She kept her eyes closed, enjoying the edgy feeling of suspense as she waited for him to touch her.

Kitty felt his blunt fingertips brush her shoulder first. Then he moved them down to her shoulder blade and underneath to run along the side of her breast. When his hand closed over the soft mound she let out a sigh. Kurt's hands were unmistakable. She felt their calloused strength in the way he moved them over her skin, but it was tempered with a reverent gentleness that was his alone. He stepped into the shower and pressed himself against her. She felt him, semi-erect, against her buttocks.

"I believe you were expecting me, Liebchen." He whispered. His words were almost lost in the noise from the running water. She stood up and pressed her back against his chest. He slid his hands up and cupped her breasts, squeezing gently and rolling her nipples between his thumb and finger. His lips caressed her ear and he nipped the lobe.

Kitty leaned her head back against his shoulder and allowed him to feast on her neck. His hands became more urgent and he moved one down her belly to cup her, intimately. She arched her back and pushed her buttocks against him, the way she had in the danger room. Her hands moved into his hair. He was still mostly dry, since she had been blocking the majority of the water. Now he moved forward till they were both submerged under the spray.

", I , I need you so much." His finger was moving in a rhythm against her that was beginning to excite her. The water from the showerhead was washing away most of the moisture that came from her body, so Kurt gentled his strokes. It was uncomfortable to make love in water, but it did some amazing things for foreplay. He pushed her back against the shower wall, and she jumped at the contact of the cold tile on her shoulders. He dropped to his knees and moved between her parted legs. "Oh God." Kitty sighed when his mouth found her.

Kurt held her hips firmly as he went to work. He used his tongue, his lips and even his teeth. Finally he had her squirming and moaning beneath his urgent caresses. He stood up, then and pulled her under the shower's stream to kiss her, letting the water run between and over them.

Kitty tasted herself a little on his lips. She was frustrated and eager. She reached down and fastened her hand around his erection. With her finger, she stroked his balls and felt him stiffen in her hands.

"Your turn, Fuzzy." She said, starting to move down his body, but he stopped her with his hands.

"Not yet." Then Kurt turned off the shower and stepped onto the bathmat. The bathroom was large, but not large enough to suit his purposes. He scooped her up into his arms, and carried a curious, slippery, Kitty out into the main room. With his tail, he hooked one of the large bath sheets off the rack and carried it with him. He tossed it onto the carpeted floor and used his toes to spread it out. Then he lay her down upon it.

"What are you doing?" Kitty asked, her eyes were heavy lidded with desire and her skin flushed an attractive pink.

"Just relax." He whipered; then he proceeded to lick her body from top to bottom, he started by ravishing her mouth with his lips and tongue. Then he moved down to her collarbone, then her breasts and belly. She parted her legs for him easily and he stayed between them for a few minutes, leaving her more frustrated when he continued down her legs. He ended by licking her instep and toes. The strange voluptuous feeling of having someone suck her toes was more excing that she'd have thought. The idea had sounded a little bit icky, but she was completely clean from her shower so she didn't feel the least bit self concious when he delved his tongue between her toes.

Kurt lay her legs open and slid up between them. He pressed his mouth to her again, fanning the flames that already burned within her. He made sure that she was river wet when he moved up and balanced himself between her thighs on his knees and elbows. He brushed her damp hair away from her face. Her cheeks were rosy and her breath was coming in pants.

"Tell me again." He whispered, placing a small kiss on her chin.

"Tell you what?" She asked, arching up against him.

"Tell me you need me." The desperate hunger in his eyes was fierce. She looked into the burning orbs above her and was a little frightened of the intensity she saw in his gaze.

"I need you, Kurt." She whispered, trying to pull him inside her. "I love you."

Kurt bared his teeth and plunged deep into her core. She screamed when he thrust in. Her pleasure was so intense it was almost akin to pain. She bucked and writhed beneath him wildly as he pounded into her again and again. He gripped her hip with one hand and pulled her down to him. His pelvis hit her buttocks with bruising force over and over till she screamed again, convulsing around him. He bit her shoulder and came hard inside her. Harder than he ever had before. She was finally his. He'd known it since that morning when they'd talked, he'd known it when he hadn't felt real jealousy at her attentions to Warren. He'd known it when she kissed him without hesitation in the fitting room with his sister and the whole world outside. But now, on the floor of her hotel room, she knew it too.