Galatea

Galatea Chapter Thirty Four (NC-17)
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"Are you feeling okay?"
"Just fine," Kurt replied, leaning closer and looking intently at Kitty. "Why do you ask?"
She shifted away uncomfortably, frowning. "Do I have a huge zit or something? You keep staring at me..."
"I'm just thinking how I don't tell you how beautiful you are enough."
"Okay, that's it," she muttered. She pressed her palm against his forehead. "No fever..."
"Katzchen," he laughed, taking her hand and pressing a kiss against her palm, "don't be silly."
She felt a blush creep across her cheeks under his very intense gaze. She should be used to this, she reminded herself. _Kurt's always been like this with me...well, sometimes... _ Remembering the meeting the night before, she cleared her throat and smiled. "Of course not. You know, I was just thinking myself that we need to do something special for Valentine's week."
"Week?" he choked. "I mean..ja, that's a very good idea." He had planned on taking her to the movies and for dinner on the day itself but the entire week?
_Okay, if I were a teenaged boy, what would my idea of the perfect girlfriend be? Oh, duh... _ "Starting now," she said cheerily. Afternoon classes had been canceled in preparation from Amara's visit from the government and everyone was expected to study for upcoming midterms, but unless midterms including Twisted Metal and Tomb Raider, Kitty highly doubted the instructors' orders were being followed as she led Kurt from the kitchen, where she had been filling out early admissions applications, through the rec room.
"Liebes, what are we doing?"
"Wait and see." The foyer was empty save for the sounds of conversation coming from the study and the faint thud of feet overhead in the new wing. Taking a shallow breath, she phased them into the coat closet. Kurt's eyes glowed brightly in the dark and she smiled, knowing he could see her clearly. "It's not a satin sheeted bed, but..."
"Who cares about the sheets?" he demanded teasingly, pressing her against the wall and a rack of coats.
"Well," she murmured, sighing as his fangs grazed her neck, his hands sliding under her sweater in the process, "I was thinking tomorrow we could do whatever you wanted to, after class."
"More of this?"
"If that's what you want to do..."
He glanced up at her. "What do you think?"
"Sorry...right." She giggled then gasped as his tail wriggled beneath the waistband of her jeans. Tempted as she was to let him have his way, she forced herself to take the initiative. "No, let me," she whispered, pushing him away slightly and running her fingers along his obvious arousal.
"But I want to," he complained, trying to get closer again.
Kitty slid along the wall to rest against the door, putting Kurt in her former position. "No, let me," she insisted, starting to go to her knees.
"Katzchen, bitte..." He endeavored to pull her to her feet, but she pulled back.
"No, come on, Kurt. I want to do this for you."
"Liebes, I love it but I want to please you..."
He pulled her wrists, she pulled back. He tugged once more and this time, she rose, pulling against him. "Kurt, I'm trying to do something for you," she growled, the intimate moment becoming a contest of wills.
"Katzchen," he retorted, "I want to..." His eyes went wide as she tugged harder, falling backwards as he let go. She gasped and staggered, his fingers closing around her wrists again but to no avail. They tumbled through the door, Kitty's phasing ability passing them directly into the foyer.
"What the Hell..."
"Um, hi, Logan..." Kitty groaned. "We were...um..."
"Checking out the coats," Kurt supplied, rolling off of her.
"Get upstairs now," he growled, the man behind him looking very upset. "I have to apologize, Mister Lewis. These two are big on practical jokes..."
"I see," the agent from the federal government murmured, obviously making a mental note. "How...unusual."

"Whoa." Todd shook himself and tried not to stare. "Um, here."
Rogue stared openly for a long moment at the handful of flowers. "Where'd these come from?" she finally managed, taking them from his outstretched hand.
"Don't ask," he muttered, hoping Storm didn't check her greenhouse any time soon.
Rogue felt a keen embarrassment spreading from her solar plexus outward. No one had ever given her flowers before and she felt like she needed to reciprocate. "I...um...water."
"Huh?"
"I guess these need water, huh?"
"Would help..." He trailed after her into the kitchen, trying not to ask the question on the tip of his tongue. Finally, he could not contain himself. As she searched the cabinets for a vase, he burst out with, "What did you do to your hair? And why are you dressed like that? And why are you wearing pink eye shadow?"
She sighed, settling on an empty Mason jar to hold the flowers. "Because my streak makes me stand out in a crowd, because dressing in my black and net and everything makes people stare at me and it's not pink it's dusky rose1."
"Aspirin," he said as she filled the jar with water.
"Headache?"
"No...it'll make the flowers last longer if you put an aspirin in the water, all crushed up."2 He went to her side and took the jar from her, rummaging in the junk drawer for the bottle of aspirin. "One of the few things ma ever said to me that was useful."
"You hate the hair, don't you?"
"Ain't my hair to hate, yo," he shrugged, taking a spoon and crushing the aspirin with it. "Gimme the jar."
She eyed him strangely. "You don't care?"
"Didn't say that," he muttered. "Hey, um, want to go out tonight?"
"You and Lance want to see another movie?" she sighed.
"Nah, just us..." He smiled crookedly. "We gotta be home by nine so I was figurin' somewhere close an' all." He settled the flowers into the jar and presented them to her again with a self-satisfied grin. "So, you wanna?"
"Um, sure." She hated feeling so unsure, so self conscious. It was easier to be Goth, she thought to herself.
"I'll pick you up at seven," he nodded. "Might want to hide those 'fore Storm sees 'em."
She stared after him a moment then called, "Pick me up? We live in the same house!"
"Seven," his voice drifted back.
"Seven. I have six hours to figure push up bras."
_*Rogue, got a minute? _ *
She blinked, startled. _* Yes, Professor... _ *
_*Agent Lewis would like to speak to Amara's friends and you're first on the list. And see if you can find Kitty, please. She's next. _ *
Rogue sighed. She hoped Kitty's plan was going to work or they were all screwed.



1 Why do they name make up such strange things?
2 Really. Works for Xmas trees, too, but use more aspirin. Just three tablets for the tree. Or Sprite/7 Up. Don't know why, but there ya go.