The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea Chapter Forty (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… still a Germansicle? InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink and Dracena are loverly and squishy for archiving/hosting! ProPhile: Viva la smut! Morgan: *poke poke poke* Because I can! Readers/Reviewers: Thanks so much for reading and reviewing as you can! And the Killer Kitties ™ heard that about the spray and are offended. They’re building a giant catnip mouse with which to infiltrate the ranks now. ;)

She was floating, she thought wistfully. Floating along on a river where the sun would always shine and the breeze was always gentle and smelled faintly off jasmine but mostly of clean, clear air. She stretched out and was a little startled to find she lay on the grass and was not drifting lazily downstream after all. Kitty opened her eyes, expecting brilliant sunlight but found it to be a soft golden glow, almost as if the sun were setting or just rising. She was happy, she decided. She did not feel nervous, she did not have a headache anymore and she was happy to be wherever she was. She knew at that moment that she was not alone. She sat up, pushing herself up with her elbows, and a grin broke across her features. “Kurt,” she laughed. “I was hoping you’d be here.” Though, she thought as she said it, she was not entirely sure where “here” was.
He smiled and sat down next to her, reaching for her face. He cupped her cheek and drew her closer, into a gentle kiss which quickly escalated as he parted her lips with his tongue. She sighed and closed her eyes again, letting him lay her back in the grass. “Schatz,” he breathed against her ear, “do you know where you are?”
“No,” she giggled as he kissed her neck, his fangs tickling her sensitive flesh. “Now ask me if I care.” She tilted her chin to give him better access to her throat, lacing her fingers behind his back as he moved lower. She sighed again as she felt his fingers unbutton her shirt with a surety he usually lacked, not fumbling even once with the tiny buttons running down the front of her favorite sweater. Kitty murmured his name, parting her legs as he settled over her, his weight welcome while pressing her breath out of her just enough to make her slightly lightheaded. She did not remember wearing a skirt but did not pay that much mind as his tail snaked beneath the hem, slipping past the elastic of her underthings and finding her sex. She did not care if she were overheard as the moan escaped her lips. She could feel the grass beneath her as he pushed her skirt up with his hands, his mouth never leaving her neck or the swell of her breasts. She was warm inside and out, the sun on her skin and the desire welling within her making her dapple in sweat as Kurt’s hands moved higher, his tail still parting her netherlips, teasing her folds as she arched her back to bring her hips against his seeking tail. She wanted more, wanted all, and she was growing frustrated and even more excited as he continued to tease her. “Kurt, please,” she breathed. “Please?”
He murmured something she could not understand against her neck and she felt bereft all of a sudden as he pulled himself out of her. The lost feeling was replaced a moment later with a wash of heated desire as he pressed his own arousal against her, slowly easing into her wet depths, her breath coming in gasps as he moved slowly, pulling out just enough to taunt her desire before easing in further. Soon enough, Kitty felt filled with him and clutched at his back as he began to move within her. It was like, she thought to herself, everything had become pure feeling. She could not see for her eyes were closed and the only sound she could hear was her own breath, echoing in her ears and skull, drowning out even Kurt’s endearments and entreaties. She could feel the grass beneath her, slightly scratchy but cooler than the air around her, she could feel it’s verdant nature and smell the broken blades bleeding their green life against her skin and into the soil. She could smell a coppery, sweet smell she did not recognize but did not have time to try to place as new sensations washed over her. The expected pleasure was more intense than she had believed it would be, making her cry out as it twisted inside her, Kurt’s length within her making her shiver and arch with the need to be fulfilled, to feel as one with him, but it ended sharply. She had time only to gasp before the world seemed to fall away, becoming cold and hard. She felt Kurt move away but knew he was near. She could hear him talking, saying words she could not understand. The grass beneath her became hard and cold and the sun blinked out, replaced with a sickly light that shone through her eyelidsif sif she were underwater, green and brown and thick. She tried to open her eyes but could not, feeling as if they were glued closed. Finally, one voice broke through the echoing hum in her head. “Roll her onto her side! I think she’s coming to!” It was St John, close to her left.
“Is she breathing?” Jubilee’s voice was a screech, almost painful to hear.
“Shut up! Someone get Logan back here!” Bobby’s hands closed on her arm and Kitty felt him and someone else move her onto her right side.
“Fucking hell, where’s Jean when you need her?” Lance muttered. Kitty could hear him pacing. His boots were heavy.
“Jean…” Rogue sounded thick, too. Like she was crying. “Find Emma! Emma’s here somewhere! She can get Jean!”
Kitty tried to open her eyes again and succeeded in only letting a little light through. It hurt. She felt hollow. “What,” she tried, only to have it come out as a dry rattle. She tried to cough and nearly screamed from the pain.
“She’s not dead!” Jamie sobbed, near her feet.
“I told you so,” Amara replied, though she sounded far from self assured. “She was just resting.”
Kitty decided that maybe she did not want to open her eyes after all.


A/N Next chapter, Jean, Scott and wtf happened to Kitty.