Galatea

Galatea Chapter Thirty (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE (tm), Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta... I think you must not sleep. You must run on pure magick power, lol... InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink and Dracena get huge cotton candy muse hugs for archiving/hosting. ProPhile is a nice smutmuse. He gets an extra Salma Hayek muse for that. Readers/Reviewers: About three to fivee che chapters and we're done with this one and on to the next... *glomp * And because time got wonky on me, Emma and Sean and Remy/Jubes will be in the next chapter, The "Meetings" in ch. 32 and Amara's problem dealt with in 33.

Kitty smiled as Kurt kissed the back of her neck. "Hey, Fuzzy. You're early."
"Mmmm..." He tipped her chair back so she was looking at him upside down as he stood over her. "Is that a problem?"
"Nope," she smiled. "Whatever you want..."
"Whatever I want, huh?" He let her chair fall back to rest on all four legs and sat on her bed. "Well, I really want you over here instead of over there."
"Can do," she giggled, abandoning her desk to sit next to him, slipping her arms around his neck and kissing him soundly. "How long can you stay?"
"Long enough," he grinned, kissing her in return. "Oh, I'm supposed to tell you that Jean said she was going to be late to your study group..."
"Huh? Oh! Okay..." She sighed and scooted as close as possible without actually getting in his lap. "Good to know." She started to kiss him again but paused. _Don't be so pushy, _ she ordered herself. Instead, she leaned against his shoulder and smiled. "I talked to Katja today."
"And?" he asked as he tilted her chin to turn her face towards his.
"And...she feels bad that she hurt Anja." She closed her eyes in anticipation as she felt his breath feather across her lips.
"Mmmm...e bre brushed a kiss across her lips and paused to nip at the swell of the lower one before asking, "Anything else?"
"Ummmm..." She sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck as he kissed her more fully, parting her lips for a brief, searing glimpse of what was to come, so to speak, then he pulled away. "Hmmm?"
"You didn't, I don't know," he paused, pushing some hair from her eyes as he sought the best way to phrase his statement, "tell her about my...request?"
"Well, she pretty much knew about it from your last phone call." Kitty blinked up at him, trying to decipher his expression. She had the sinking feeling this evening was not going to end the way she had hoped. "Kurt, she's your sister and you love her very much but..."
"Katzchen, I'm more worried about what Piotr wants from them than what they would do with him," he sighed, not pulling away entirely but his mood taking an downswing.
She bit her lip. She was tempted to tell him of her phone call to Piotr earlier but swallowed the words, unsure if he would consider it "one of her plans" or not. Instead, she tried to put a positive spin on things. "Kurt, you should be happy Katja is being so mature about this. She knows she hurt Anja and would rather things be right between them than between her and Piotr."
He frowned. "So there's a chance..."
"Er...okay..."
Kurt tightened his arms around her again and bent his head to kiss her as the bedside phone jangled to life. "We don't get a break, do we?" he sighed as she reached to answer it.
"Yeah, he's up here," she said with a tinge of annoyance. "Okay..." She covered the mouthpiece of the phone and informed him, "You've got a call on hold downstairs. It's your mother. Logan said she tried your room first but...well, you know the rest."
Kurt made a face. "I hope nothing is wrong at home for her to be calling here at this hour... Um, later?"
"Sure," she sighed, hanging up the phone. "I love you."
"Me, too...but Kitty, I don't want you to think I'm some sort of male chauvinist pig about things..."
"Go talk to your mom," she smiled blandly. "We'll work things out later." She glanced at the clock as he left. She had less than an hour until lights out and was dreading the meeting already. _I have enough problems without adding theirs to mine... _

Jean brushed her hair furiously, trying not to send things flying in her anger. Already, she had caused the plates in the kitchen to fall from their shelf as she tried to study and the lamp next to the sofa had exploded as she thought about her privacy and belongings being violated. Scott had been very late coming back from his meeting in town, a meeting he would not tell her about. She had finally given in to temptation and tried to probe around for his secret mentally, but she found his shields were up and tight. From his slightly hurt but mostly smug expression for the remainder of the evening, she knew he knew about her prodding, too. She hated how she had become in only a few short days-suspicious, angry and accusing. She had caught herself watching Jubilee and Remy so carefully that afternoon that it was obvious to even the youngest students. She sighed and stared atselfself in the mirror, half dressed in expectation of heading over to Kitty's room in a few minutes. She could see Scott splayed on the bed behind her, already snoring despite only having been in bed a few minutes. It had been too long, she thought with a rueful sigh, since she had let herself have enough time to really do anything with Scott. She glanced at the clock and saw she had enough time, if she was quick about it. _Quick for now...I'll take more time when I come back... _ She smiled to herself as she made her way over to the bed and carefully crawled onto the mattress next to him .
Scott awoke with a start as Jean's tongue laved his length. A mental push pinned him against the bed and he smiled, quite willing to give over to her ministrations. He had not meant to fall asleep and was glad she had awoken him before he missed his meeting with the others, and even more glad for the way she was doing it. He groaned as she took him in deeper, drawing on him and sliding her tongue along the underside of his arousal. Jean was subtle in her psychic abilities during the act, sending only the slightest commands to augment what she was doing physically. Scott soon found it impossible not to tangle his fingers in her hair and arch his hips against her, her nails on his thigh a warning to back off. She was warm and wet around him, drawing response and need to the fore as sensations folded on top of each other, sending him over the edge as she took the final bit of his length into her throat. She swallowed his release, licking and kissing her way long his softening member as he shrank from her mouth. "What's the occasion?" he asked finally as she crawled up next to to gto give him a kiss.
"No reason. I just love you is all."
"Good enough for me."
"Hey, I have to go take Kitty my old bio notes. I'll be back in a few..." She slid from the bed and reached for her shoes.
"Oh...had me my jeans, would you? I forgot I have to take Kurt my...um...thing...CD..."
Jean grinned and shook her head, hading him his pants despite the obvious aricarication. Pausing to pick up a folded slip of paper, she opened it, thinking it a receipt she had missed. "Scott...:
"Yeah?" He looked up sharply at the strangled tone of her voice.
"Who's Heather?"