Hiding

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Once all the boxes were in the back and opened, Logan sat back down on the couch and picked up his wine, watching as Kurt helped Roisin unpack the boxes, laughing at the shocked look on his friend’s face as he held up an impossibly large phallus.

“What is this?” Kurt whispered, looking a little frightened. Roisin looked up from the box of clear rubbery pink things she was marking off on a checklist.

“It’s a dildo.” She said matter of factly, looking back down at her checklist.

“But…it’s…” Kurt looked to Logan for a moment and coughed. “Freakishly huge.” Logan looked at it and shrugged.

“I don’t know about freakishly. Maybe a little big. Why, feeling a little insecure, Kurt?” Logan smiled at his friend.

“Come on boys, cut it out. I have to special order that for some of my…more unusual clients. They tend to run a little big in the uh…orifice size? Yeah. She’s a lovely lady though, you’d never think by looking at her that she needs something like that at all. Gorgeous blond, totally human looking…I think…actually, I think you guys know her." Roisin turned bright red and suddenly became very intersted in the hem of her t-shirt. "Um...So I’m gonna shut up now.” Roisin she stammered

. Kurt and Logan immediately turned to each other. Emma? Logan mouthed to Kurt. Kurt nodded, looking down at the huge phallus in his hands. He tossed it onto the floor. Both men laughed at Roisin’s confused expression.

“Hey, guys, look, I’m like a doctor. You know, confidentiality? How do you think Ms. Fro-I mean, this woman would feel if she knew I was telling you guys this? Logan, Kurt, why don’t you guys fill me in on what’s going on, the whole reason you’re here? Not that I mind having two dashingly handsome men in my living room but I am kind of curious. I’m gonna start making something to eat. You hungry? I have roast chicken and some potatoes. I think there’s some salad around, too.” Roisin walked out of the room into the kitchen. When she was out of earshot, Kurt leaned in towards Logan.

“Logan, we should tell her what’s going on. She’s been incredibly patient so far but I think it is only fair that she knows what she could be getting herself into.” Kurt whispered as they heard her rifling through the refrigerator.

“You’re right. I should tell her-“ Logan broke off. Kurt and Logan both heard Xavier’s voice cutting into their thoughts.

“Logan, I need you back at the mansion. Immediately. There’s a problem with some of the students- a small riot in fact. Your presence is required now! Kurt- you stay with Logan’s friend. No arguments!”Xavier sounded pissed. Logan and Kurt looked at each other as Kurt sighed.

“I should be there, helping. It’s my job.” Kurt murmured, downing the glass of wine he was holding with his tail. "I asked Xavier for more responsibilty, and then I fucked it all up."

“No, Kurt, it’s too dangerous right now for you to be anywhere that the Church of Humanity knows to look for you. Besides, you've done a great job with the team, Scott's just an uptight asshole- it's not likat'at's news to you. Look, I’ll call later, come back if you need me too. I’ll drop off your clothes in the morning…I gotta go.” Logan stood up and walked out of the room. Kurt could hear him whispering to Roisin. He couldn’t hear most of it- all he caught was the end. “Kurt’s a good man. Much better than me. You take care of each other, ok?” A few seconds later Kurt heard the sound of the front door opening and the gate going up again, closing moments later. The clicking of Roisin’s shoes on the floor told Kurt she was coming back into the living room and he suddenly felt very nervous.

This is ridiculous. You’re a grown man, not a teenager, you can handle spending a few hours alone with a girl. A beautiful, tailed and cat eyed, fanged girl…he thought to himself as he watched Roisin push up the curtain and come back in.

“Wanna help me in the kitchen? I tend to be a walking disaster area. Logan said you’re pretty limber-“she turned bright red again and shut her eyes. Kurt laughed, wondering what Logan had said that he hadn't heard.

“I meant, he said you’re coordinated, like graceful. Not like me. So if you help me in the kitchen- there’s a much better chance none of the dinner will end up on the floor. And you can tell me what you’re running from, too. Grab the wine, ok?” Kurt nodded and grabbed the wine bottles with his tail. Roisin smiled.

“That’s cool. My tail doesn’t do that. It just sort of sways and swishes.” She looked behind her at her own tail which was just swaying there.

“I think it’s beautiful.” Kurt said quietly. Roisin looked up at him, now only a few inches away from her. She felt her heart start to pound in her chest and the blood rushing down to her groin. God she wanted to touch him. That fur looked so soft-like velvet stretched over muscle. She wondered if the hair covered his whole body and then realized she was staring. Smiling brightly she grabbed Kurt’s hand and pulled him into kit kitchen.

“Thanks. Most guys are freaked by the tail. You’re not. I can tell.” She said as he placed the wine on the counter and walked over to the salad laid out and started cutting up vegetables. She was over by the chicken, putting herbs on it and basting it with something out of a little jar.

“You mean because I have a tail, too?” Kurt asked her, chopping away as his tail ran itself under the water before tossing the vegetables into the salad bowl.

“Well, that too. Actually I can tell because I’m empathic. You know, like, I can read your feelings. Not all the time, just sometimes. I don’t like to do it- I feel like I’m invading personal space. That’s just a little gift, my main thing is I can make stuff. Like clothes, bedding, stuff like that. I just think about how I want it to look and the fabric kind of makes itself. I don’t know how to explain it. I guess I’m kind of like a silk worm?” Roisin scrunched up her face. Kurt thought she looked adorable but was still reeling from her revelation about being empathic. Did that mean she could feel how attracted he was to her? Could she tell he was jealous of Logan? Could she tell he was thinking all of this right now? He looked up and saw her looking sadly at him.

“You’re worried- I can see that in your face- I try not to read people if I can help it. I promise I won’t try to tell how you’re feeling without asking you to just tell me first.” She tried to smile. God she hated having a gift that immediately put people on the defensive. It was more of a hassle than a benefit, that was for sure. At least it was better than inducing incontinence or something.

“I’m sorry, Roisin. That was unfair of me, to judge you like that. You deserve an explanation as to what’s going on here. I’m hiding from some people. The Church of Humanity. Most of them are dead- there are a few left and they are looking for me. They feel I’m responsible for the downfall of their leader. Which, technically I am.” Kurt sighed and sat down, grabbing the wine bottle and taking a big gulp. Roisin put the chicken in the stove and sat down at the table across from him.

“Go on.” She said quietly, putting her hand over his.

“I was studying to become a priest. Or, I thought I was. They manipulated my mind, made me believe I was going through seminary training, even that I’d finished it and been ordained. There was this one mutant- he could cast incredibly realistic illusions. So reali I t I thought it was real-for months and months. He made me believe I was training to be a priest, that I was fulfilling my "destiny". Finally, I was ordained, or so I thought. They made me believe all my friends were there to see me realize that dream. I know it seems ironic, a demon in the house of God, but my faith has been very important to me for a long time. I wore an imager inducer- it made me look like a normal man- and I felt like I was lying. But then something happened…I realized I wasn’t able to get rid of certain…urges. Certain feelings, if you will. I renounced the priesthood and when I explained it to my friends they all looked at me as if I’d gone crazy. They had no idea what I was talking about. The thought of me - the actual embodiment of a demon himelf becoming a priest?- they couldn't believe it. And they were right. None of it was real- This church was using me, trying to get me to become Pope and bring about the downfall of the Catholic church. They planned to use me as the antichrist. And I let them because I couldn’t see the truth.” Kurt looked down at the table. Roisin stood up and walked around the table to where he sat, placing her arms around him in an embrace.

“You poor man. How cruel to twist your beliefs to that end, to take your dream and crush it like that. I’m so sorry that something so awful happened to you. Of course I’ll help you. I guess I can see why Logan thought that no one in the church would think to look for you here. A sex shop operated by a former Dominatrix? Not the most likely place for a man of God.” She smiled as she hugged him, and he felt the change in the shape of her mouth against his neck as she did so. It filled him with warmth- too much warmth. Suddenly he felt uncomfortable- he wasn’t going to let himself get hurt again, he wasn’t going to try and convince himself that just because this girl had a tail also she’d understand his demonic visage and get past it. He stood up quickly and Roisin fell back.

“I’m sorry, Kurt. That was too forward of me, I only meant to give comfort. I suppose the Dominatrix thing isn’t what you were expecting.” She looked over at him from the stove she had walked back to. "I mean, you were almost a priest, and here I am, former sex worker, probably not your ideal companion for the evening. Probably you gave sermons about people like me, right? ...but...um.. I want you to know, I haven't done that forost ost 7 years now." Her eyes were downcast. She'd never felt shame about her past before but for some reason she did with Kurt. She desperately wanted him to approve of her and she couldn't put her finger on why that was, other than the fact that she found him incredibly attractive and was having a hard time not throwing herself across the table and crushing his lips with her own.

“Is that how you knew Logan?” Kurt asked, not really wanting the answer. He knew what Logan had told him before but he didn’t believe it was the whole truth. Roisin looked uncomfortable and took a deep breath. When Kurt saw the look on her face, he wished he hadn't said anything.

“Yeah. Um...That’s how we met. I was working in the East Village and he came in, liked my outfit, started talking to me. I, uh, serviced him a few times and we started dating. He lied before. About taking my virginity and then leaving me. I wasn’t a virgin- he knew that. He just didn’t want to think about it, he liked the idea of being my first. I didn’t sleep with him when I was working with him- that’s not what Dom’s do. No touching unless I say so- and that’s usually more along the lines of licking my boots or something.”

Roisin looked embarrassed. Kurt felt awkward. “Not till we started dating. I fell for him, like many girls have and will continue to do, except that redhead, I guess. Anyways...He wanted me to give up the job, but the money was too good, I finally had somewhere to live and no one was taking advantage of me. I did the hurting but only because they wanted it. I could tell when they’d had enough, even before they’d say. I used the empath thing a lot when I worked. Sometimes I just held them.” She was speaking very quietly now and Kurt felt angry that Logan had lied to him, angry that Logan had been with this girl, angry that he didn’t know how he really felt and very angry that he still wanted to touch her tail.

“Eventually Logan told me that I had to make a decision about the job or him- I told him it wasn’t his place to make that decision and he took off. Told him he could take his daddy complex and fuck off. I didn't think he really would though... I didn’t hear from him for two years. But I saw him with her, that Jean Grey, only a few weeks later. I figured that he’d been using the job thing as an excuse to get out of the whole thing. I kept working for another few years and then I met Sandy LaSalle-“ Roisin was now fidding with the timer on the stove.

“The supermodel?” Kurt asked, looking up from the salad he’d placed himself back in front of to be more useful. Roisin nodded, beaming that he recognized her friend's name.

“Yeah, she’s great. So sweet- I bumped into her on the street- literally- knocked her down into the gutter- it was awful. I guess that doesn't surprise you- you've heard me in action. For a long time I only used paper plates and cups. Anyway, she was totally nice about it and we started talking. We became friends, I introduced her to her husband, they put me up for a few months and helped me get the small business loan to open this place and move up here. She’s been a life saver, really. I don’t miss the Dom thing- just my boots, but I still wear them.” Roisin pulled up her pant leg to show off her boots to Kurt. He nodded appreciatively.

“They’re beautiful. It’s hard for me to find shoes.” He pointed at his feet and Roisin realized she hadn’t really looked at them before- blue like the rest of him with two big toes in the front and one in the back. Kind of bird like.

“I’ll bet. You’re like a big bird.” Roisin slapped her hand over her mouth. “that was quite possibly the stupidest thing I’ve said today. And for me, that's quite an accomplishment considering almost every time I open my mouth I cram my foot in it... I didn’t mean it like that- I think the way you’re put together is beautiful- lithe, sinewy, and obviously graceful. Not like Big Bird. Not that Big Bird is not probably pretty graceful, I mean like, compared to me and stuff, I’m constantly knocking things over and falling on my face. Not so catlike. It's like a karmic fuck you. 'Hey I look catlike but have the gracefulness of an inebriated three toed sloth.' Just the tail and eyes are catlike, I don't like,shave whiskers off or anything and my ears are on the side of my head, which I guess is kind of obvious..." she trailed off and sighed before brightening up. She smiled. "And I have a little bit of fur.” She said with a wink.

“Fur, huh? Besides on the tail?” Kurt felt his dashing lady killer ways coming back to him slowly. He had always been a pretty good flirt.