Paradigm Shift

PARADIGM SHIFT CHAPTER THIRTY SIX (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies and BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE (tm), Gummi bears... InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink are loverly for archiving. :) ProPhile gets more gold stars for the bunnies. :) Readers/Reviewers: Watch your ankles... The Killer Kitties (tm) have a Killer Kitten(tm) now. They're training him but he's actually quite clever in his own right. Can hot wire cars and all...

"Merde!" Remy kicked at the plastic enclosure containing Mystique and Jubilee, his frustration mounting. Magneto was bound and gagged and bit worse for wear as Kitty paced around him, eyeing her friend's attempts to free the other two with growing apprehension.
"Remy, we can't hang around here...I have to go get Kurt and let him know about..." with a wary glance at Magneto, she finished with, "stuff....", shrugging lamely.
"I ain't leavin' Jubilee here!" he snapped, running his hand through is hair in frustration. "You go on ahead."
"I can't!" she cried, affronted. "We're supposed to stay together!" She sidestepped Magneto's struggles, silently thankful that he was too weak at the moment to manipulate what little bit of metal there was in the room. "I can't get into trouble again!"
"Kitty, lissen...I ain't leavin' her here an' you gotta get Kurt...you don' wanna lose time wid dat, eh?" He leaned closer, an in his best 'let's be reasonable here' voice, said, "You a big girl, oui? You take care o' yo'self jus' fine... 'sides, don' you wanna prove to Jean dat she don' need ta be threatenin' ta cut ya from de team?"
"That," Kitty growled, "is low, Remy. Really low." She sighed and added, "But also pathetically true about the team thing. Fine. Give me the damned map and I'll be back in two hours."
"Two hour? You sure?" he handed her the map as he spoke, glancingMagnMagneto somewhat agitatedly. "He prolly got a car out dere somewhere...you know how ta hotwire?"
"I'm not stealing a car!"
"No, you borrowin' it...you gonna drive it back here, eh?" He smiled lazily at Kitty's dawning smirk. "Get outta here, chere, an' make it fast, kay? I don' want nothin' accidental happenin' ta Mags here..."

"What's *he *doing here?" Scott sna.
.
Jean rolled her eyes. "He drove me home when my pager went off..." Pushing Duncan to one side, she leaned in close to Scott. "What's the emergency? The code said security breach..."
"Nothing you need to worry about," he snarled. "We have it under control."
Duncan snorted. "I don't know why you hang out with these mutie freaks, Jean..." He gave Scott a nasty look and continued, "or why your folks couldn't get you into a real boardingschool and not this Xavier crap..."
"Duncan, I'm talking here," she sighed, ignoring the insults and turning back to Scott. "What do you mean it's under control."
"Just what I said," he snapped. "It's under control! The...intruders...turned out to be harmless, for the most part. They're in the study now with Jubilee and Rogue. So go back to your little date with Dickwad and we'll be fine!"
"Scott!" she cried, exasperated more in the previous few minutes than she had been in the entire week preceding.
Duncan took the initiative then. "Fuck you, Summers, okay? Just because Jean don't want to debase herself with mutie trash like you don't give you no call for being a dick to her...and," he said, smirking, "this is for the Dickwad comment." His fist met Scott's stomach with a sick thud, the punch too fast for Scott to avoid while he was glaring at Jean.
"We aren't mutie trash," Jean growled, whirling to face Duncan and sending him flying backwards towards the door with barely any effort. The massive oak door swung open and Duncan sprawled on the front steps. "Don't call me," she snapped, the door slamming in punctuation." "That," she said breathlessly, "wasn't for you...I was just
tired of being called Jeannie," she explained to Scott.
"Sure," he nodded, still gasping slightly. "Whatever you say, Red...Ow!"
"That's for calling me Red."

t hat had to grin to himself as he saw Duncan tumbling down the front steps. He could not help but think that some things in this universe seemed to be heading in a good direction. Remy had smooth-talked his way into seeing Jubilee in the study, so long as Pietro accompanied him. Rogue joined them perforce, but she kept making noises about going back to the boathouse "for something." He had a fairly good idea this something was roughly his height and faintly green tinged. This just made him smile wider, falling back onto the cool springy grass as the sun dipped towards the horizon. Things were not exactly perfect but they were livable for the moment. What little excitement there had been was banal in retrospect, though Kurt knew Remy was lying when he said he had no idea about the alarms around the place. A seeping sigh worked its way out of his lungs and from between pressed lips to fill the air around him as he wished desperately to be back where he belonged then and there. _Logan has Roulette downstairs...who's to stop me from finding The Maker and having him help me myself instead of waiting for these people to stop holding their breaths for whatever it is they are waiting for? _ A shadow fell across his line of vision and he sighed. "Hello, Kitty..."
"Some excitement, huh?" she asked quietly, dropping to sit next to him on the grass. At his noncommittal noise, she pressed on, "I was kind of hoping it'd be the cops so we could give that be gie girl to them...she doesn't have a mutant identity card on her..." She shifted and bit her lip, sliding sideways glances to him that he pretended not to notice. Her new, almost sudden familiarity with him was disconcerting on many levels to both of them. She wanted to know more about him, her other self, and, most of all, their relationship. He, however, did not want to even begin to discuss it, even if she was Kitty.
"I think," he said slowly, "that I should be going to bed. I'm very tired." He stood and dusted bits of yard detritus off his clothes and groaned inwardly as she stood, too. "Kitty, I don't want to talk about..."
"I just have one question," she said hastily, holding up one finger for emphasis. "Just one..."
"Fine, just one..."
"Did you mean it, when you said I wasn't ruined?" She could not meet his gaze and instead toed the ground before her, looking at it with false interest.
"Of course," he said quietly. "You could never be ruined, Katzchen..."
"So," she said even more softly than before, "you think there's a chance for us then? I mean, me and the other you?"
"That exceeds your one question limit," he said, teasing her gently. "I can't answer that. I can only tell you that, if I know me like I hope I do, you should have no problems if you want to make some changes in your relationship...just," he said, pausing for a moment as he chose his words, "go slow, okay?"
"I guess that's how you started out with the other me, slow?"
Kurt cleared his throat in embarrassment. "We were friends for a long time, so ja..." _It's not a total lie... _
"Okay, then..." She smiled at him hopefully and giggled slightly. "See you in the morning, I guess..."
He smiled slightly and nodded, walking off a few bef before an idea occurred to him. "Ask him to give you German lessons..." At her bemused expression, he smiled more fully. "Trust me...just ask him." He was almost humming to himself as he entered his room a few minutes later, but what little joy he was feeling melted rapidly as he sensed someone else in the room. He could feel them close by, smell their sweat and warmth and something else, something sweet and a bit earthy like incense and... "Liebes?" he said, choking slightly on the word. "Oof!" She flew at him from where she had been waiting near his desk, biding the minutes in agony until he would come to his room. Her dash onto the grounds had necessitated disabling some of the security but so far, no harm had come to her and that made her feel bold in her actions. Kurt staggered back under her sudden press against him, hitting the door with a thud as she kissed him frantically. "Katzchen," he gasped between kisses, "how...how..."
"Remy," she gasped, "Forge...time dealie...not time...dimensions...God...missed you..." She kissed him with more fervor than before, trying in vain to get as close to him as she could without crushing him against the wooden door.
"Don't," he finally breathed, "care right now..." His mind was numb with happiness that, not only had he been found, but it had been Kitty that came for him. He wanted to re-memorize every curve and swell and dip of her body and hear her voice and breath and feel her just being there, and he wanted it all at once. He could hear some of the others in the house moving around, up and down the stairs, doors slamming, voices shouting and laughing...but all he wanted was Kitty, to feel real and safe and whole again. He pushed her towards the bed and she pulled him with her, tripping over their own feet as they fell against the mattress. Kurt doubted highly that his other self had even let his fantasies wander this far, for fear of somehow tainting Kitty but he knew the truth, that this only made her more perfect in his mind, despite all her imperfections in reality, the idiosyncrancies that were part of her no matter what. Her shirt came off with a jagged tear in his grasp as her fingers fumbled with the button on his pants. The pile of clothes grew rapidly as they sought one another's flesh and being, grasping and breathing and pleading hands and lips as her legs wrapped themselves around his waist and his tail slid to caress her neck and face as he pressed into her. He gasped aloud, holding himself still for a long moment to revel in the feeling of her around him, hot and wet and grasping as she breathed shallowly, her fingers clutching at his back and her voice a bare whisper, his name a litany as he began to move within her.
Kitty bit down hard on her lip to keep from crying out at the pressure and fullness of being joined again. Even a week without him had made her super sensitive to everything happening, as if it were new and she had never felt him before. She moaned as his fur slid against her skin like velvet and his teeth nipped her flesh, his tongue darting out to lap the tiny beads of blood raised to the surface then the tears on her cheeks as she cried not in pain but sheer happiness. Her hands found their way to his lower back and she pressed and kneaded the swell where his tail left his spine, his groans in her ears telling her she was drawing him closer and closer to the edge of coherency. Her own release was sharp and almost painful, all her nerves jangling at once, her climax seeping around their juncture and soaking into Kurt's fur. She barely heard his own sudden cry, but most certainly felt him thrust hard into her twice, then three times, before filling her with his release and collapsing against her, pulling her onto her side as he moved off of her. "We," she panted after a moment of trying to collect her thoughts, "have a plan to get you out of here."
"Now," he said urgently. "Let's go now..." He was already tracing circles against her bare back, thrills running through his blood as he felt the soft give of her flesh under his fingers, the voluptuousness of her against him.
"We can't," she said, almost calmly. "We have to time it right otherwise we could have a serious, and I mean serious, problem..." She closed her eyes as his fingers began kneading her breasts, her thoughts taking on a distinctly hazy tinge.
"We can," he said, biting her ear just for the sheer pleasure of making her shudder. "We have to..."
She sighed. "What time is it?"
"Seven...why?"
Doing a quick calculation, she said, "There's no way to do it without Forge...and I can't get him and come back in that short amount of time."
"What short amount of time?" He paused in his ministrations and added, "You don't need Forge...we have one.." He muffled her next words against his lips and they were lost to the world again.