The Heart is a Lonely Hunter

THE HEART IS A LONELY HUNTER CHAPTER THIRTY (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, Kristen and Lucas have been lurking around the muse kibble lately...I think they're headed your way with it... I told them to let you rest! You work too hard...you're not Superman you know (sorry...Aunt Mae possessed me. I'm better now). InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink make me want to do an adagio in their honor, but I can't dance that way. I'll fire spin for ya because you're groovy archivist types. :) Readers/Reviewers: Be afraid. The Killer Kitties (tm) have taken a hot glue gun and some thumb tacks... But you're still making me all quivery inside for reading and reviewing!



Kitty could not bring herself to look at Kurt Friday morning. The pained look in his eyes was enough to make her want to tell Duncan forget it, she would put up with the abuse, just let her stay home that night and ignore the dance entirely. But one single thought kept her from doing that-the thought that Kurt was going to the dance with Amanda that night. _Both of us are under duress, but only one of us is going to have fun... _
"Schatz," he murmured close to her ear, a lull in the hallway traffic between first and second period giving them enough time for a quick chat. "Are you okay?"
She nodded sadly, still not looking directly at him. "I just have to deal with Tabby and Rogue's still freaking out...and..."
"And tonight," he said softly. "I'm sorry, Liebes. I know you don't want to go with Duncan but it kills me to think of you with another guy." He tentatively put his hand on her shoulder, sliding it down her arm and then to her back, pulling her to him reluctantly, almost as if expected her to push him away at any moment.
Kitty sniffed dejectedly and leaned against him, nestling her head in the crook of his neck. "Why don't we skip it? It's a costume thing after all...maybe get someone to go as us?"
"I think they'd notice...Kelly is checking that all the nominated couples are there and I'm sorry, but I can't have one more detention. I'm one away from ISS right now," Kurt sighed, stroking Kitty's hair, regardless of the passing students.
"And I think it'd only make things worse with Duncan if I didn't go..." she pressed closer, if that was at all possible. "I told him one dance and I was outta there. I'm meeting him here..." Kitty sighed and murmured, "I just wish I had the chance to tell you before he did."
"Well," Kurt said, pushing her away just enough to look down at her, "at least Jean and Scott are on better terms."
"Kinda...she still refuses to go to the dance with him and he still hasn't apologized to her." Kitty frowned even more than she had before. "I'm so sorry, Kurt. I think we're plagued."
"I think we're just difficult," he said with a smile. The warning bell for second period rang and his grin took on a distinctly mischievous bent. "It's Valentine's Day, you know..."
"Yeeeees?" Kitty, despite her overwrought nerves, found her interest piqued.
"I still haven't given you your present yet..."
"I thought we were going to wait until tomorrow since tonight is going to suck so hard..." she said worriedly. "I didn't bring your present to school!"
"Nein, Schatz, I'm not talking about gifts per se... want to skip again?" Kurt was already pulling her down the hall, away from their classrooms.
"Kurt! You just said one more detention and you're in ISS!" Kitty did not fight him, though, just worried her lower lip as he led her down to the intersection of two hallways.
He paused to pull her closer again, not for a kiss as she expected but rather to whisper, "I'll only get detention if I get caught..." He looked around for a moment and said, "Here...wait for me in here!" and practically shoved her into the ladies' room.
Kitty snorted in surprise. _Okay...he's gone crackers. Great. Just what I need right now... _ She heard the late bell for second ring and cringed inwardly. If Kurt had gotten caught in the classroom, she was going to be tardy running back to her own class. Either way, if they were caught, they were in trouble. She did not have long to ponder her fate before Kurt ported into the room, startling her into yelping and dropping her armload of books. "Damn it, Kurt! Don't scare me like that! I think I have a gray hair!"
He laughed and pushed her against the door, silencing her bubbling protest with a kiss. "I'm sick," he murmured when he came up for air, "see? Cough, cough..."
Kitty giggled. "I think it's catching. Achoo."
"Gesundheit," he said against her lips, flipping the lock on the main door to the bathroom in the process. "I've never been in a girls' bathroom before."
"Liar. Anyone who says something like that has already been there..." Kitty kissed him soundly and grinned, her bad mood dissipating for the time being.
"How do you figure?" he asked, kissing her lips, her chin, her neck, licking the hollow between her collarbones.
"Just...oh!" Kitty had to pause for a moment and catch her breath as he scraped his teeth across her pulse-point. "Just a theory I have..."
"Mmmm...any theories on what people who go into bathrooms of the opposite sex with their significant others do while in there?"
Kitty sighed again and melted against him, his obvious arousal pressing against her abdomen and making her hyper-aware of her own growing excitement. "I think they do something like this..." Her hands roamed freely down his back, finding the spot at the base of his tail that made him squirm against her, her fingers knowing just where to press, just how to rake her nails against his skin. He moaned ast hst her neck, making her pat at his arm frantically. "Shhhh! Someone's going to hear us!"
"Nein...we're all the way in the back of the school, everyone's in class, and this is a thick door. We're fine..." However, he did manage to stifle the next moan she drew from the depths of his chest, the sound vibrating against her ribs and making her tingle all over with the knowledge of what she was doing to him. "Katzchen, I want you so much."
The naked simplicity of his words triggered something in her, making her scrambled to unzip his pants as he fumbled with hers, her kisses growing more frantic as she half-understood the endearments he was murmuring to her, begging and demanding as she did the same to him. He surprised her by forcefully turning her to face the door, not roughly but unexpectedly. She felt another thrill shoot through her, the feeling of being submissive rather than equal a rare thing for her and she liked it. _I'll have to tell Kurt later...more of this sort of thing... _ "Please, Kurt," she said with a slight whimper. He was running his fingers, their velvety texture disguised by the holo as fur-free skin, over her backside and upper thighs, his eyes burning her skin as he stared at her.
Her plea shook him out of his reverie, making him realize just where they were. "Sorry that we can't take more time, Katzchen...I don't want to rush things," he sighed.
"I want to rush things this time, Kurt...Please! I need you in me," she said, pressing back against him, the head of his erection brushing wet desire between her thighs. That was enough for him. With one slow thrust, he entered her, penetrating deeply due to their position, making her gasp loudly and press harder against him. He shuddered at the feel of her around him, tight and heated and wet, constricting like a vice around his length. Kitty braced herself against the door as he began to move within her, slowly at first then building to a nearly desperate pace as the novelty of the setting caught up with his ever-present desire for the girl pressed against him. His let the tip of his tail play against her folds, teasing reaction from her in the form of moans and whimpers of his name, over and over in a litany of bliss. He felt her shudder around him and knew she was about to climax. Kitty did not remain passive, reaching around behind him to press against the base of his tail again, rubbing and caressing that certain spot that brought him closer to the edge. Her muffled cry of release sent him spiraling on his own path, filling her with the spill of his own completion, making her sag against the door and pin his arm, the one around her waist, against the heavy wood. He felt himself shrink from her and Kitty shiver slightly at the sensation, making him want to start all over again. She turned to face him, shifting tightly against the door, not wanting to break the close contact. She opened her eyes and smiled, about to say something, then paused, the hazy desire in her eyes morphing into panic. "Fuzzy! You're fuzzy!"
"Huh?" The blood still had not finished the return trip to Kurt's brain and his blue arm behind Kitty's head did not register as odd just yet.
"Kurt! You're blue!"1 Kitty pushed him away and pulled up her pants, Kurt numbly doing the same as he realized that yes, indeed, he was blue all over now. "What happened?"
"My holo must've fritzed when I hit it against the door! Damn it!" he hissed. "Now I guess I really _am _ going home..."
"I'll cover...I have work-study next period and I'll fudge the sign out log for you." She sighed and kissed him. "Port your self on out of here before I have my wicked way with you again..."
Kurt managed a laugh. "_You _ have _your _ way with _me _? Wasn't it the other way around?"
"Whatever," she shrugged, grinning. "Get home. I'm in a good mood now and it's going to have to be wasted on the general public." She turned to leave but he grabbed her by the wrist, halting her progress. "Hmmm?"
"Katzchen, are you going to be okay? Really? I mean, you're dealing with Tabby, Rogue...Duncan...I can come back, get my spare and hurry before they notice I'm gone."
"Isn't your spare being fixed even as we speak due to the Great Snowball War of New Year's Day?" She shook her head impatiently. "I'll be fine...though, if you want to be wonderful and do something nice for me..."
"Anything, Liebes..." he kissed her knuckles cavalierly.
"Call Tabby and check on her? She was really freaked out about yesterday..." Kitty shrugged. "I know you don't like her, but if you could just check..."
"I'll check. It'll be fine, Liebes. I love you."
"Me, too, babe." She blinked and he was gone. _If I can make it through today, I can make it through anything... _

Amara sighed and settled against the wall behind her, Rogue's nervous twitches making everyone wary of their safety margin. "Would you please stop freaking out?"
Rogue glared. "Someone was in my fucking room last night and I want to know who! Jean said it wasn't anyone at the Institute and," she looked from side to side to make sure no one heard her, leaning closer to Amara and Jean, "and I'm almost positive it's Pietro! Little bastard is psycho!"
Jean sighed. "We've been over this, Rogue. How would he have gotten in undetected? Even if Logan wasn't there to pick up on him, the security devices would have gone off...You know the Professor has them on at all times, unless he knows we're coming and going..."
Rogue snorted impatiently. "Pietro is fast. He can dodge those things. And I swear on my own grave that it was him!" The Goth rose to her feet, scanning the cafeteria for the Brotherhood member. "Damn it. He bailed today. I'm gonna prove it to ya...it was him, damn it!" She stepped over the inconvenient bench, welded as it was to the table, and stormed from the cafeteria.
Jean sighed. "She's cracking. It was probably a prank, one of the guys that can block me for some reason... I have been kind of _off _ lately..."
"Would you just get over it, already?" Amara snapped. "Suck it up and go back to being a happy freakin' couple!"
Jean smiled into her orange juice. "It'll all be better tonight...you'll see..."


A/N This chapter hurt. Next one, the dance. Duncan's secret, Logan spills his guts...good stuff. :)

1 Is it just me or is anyone else thinking of that scene from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory-"Violet! You're turning violet, Violet!"