The Best LAID Plans

Kurt pulled the towel away from her and let it drop. Kitty’s knees were backed up against the thin mattress. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her on the mouth. He hadn’t bothered with her lips earlier; his need for her had made him insensitive. Now he kissed her deeply, letting his tongue slide between her lips. She sucked his tongue in to her mouth and let it slide out before pulling it in again. The motion made a stirring in his lower regions. He moved his hands down to cup her perky breasts. They were small and round and fit perfectly in his palm. Her nipples were hard in contrast to the softness of her skin. He rubbed the puckered skin with his thumb and she hummed with pleasure, sending a vibration through his tongue and down to his toes. With a gentle shove, he pushed her onto the cot.

Kitty landed on her back and Kurt put one knee between her legs. He kissed her collarbone and down to each breast. He sucked one nipple hard into his mouth and she let out a gasp, clinging to his shoulders. He moved down further, annoyed that she had washed herself. He liked the smell of a woman’s arousal. He’d caught some flak from the guys at the mansion about his enthusiasm for spending time ‘downtown’ with a lady. He never gave his partners’ names, but was quick to encourage them to experience the powerful feeling of making a mate lose complete control. Logan had put in his two cents to the discussion and told the young men who were privy to this conversation, that the doctors and scientists were wrong about the control center to the woman’s nervous system, it wasn’t in the cerebellum, it was in the clitoris.

Kitty was learning this lesson well. Kurt attacked her with the enthusiasm of a six-year-old at Christmas. Or, in her case, Chanukah. He licked her and probed inside her with his tongue until she was river-wet and screaming. She tried to put her hands into his hair but he caught her wrists in his hands and held them at her sides. She bucked upward and he decided she’d had enough foreplay and used his tail to grab another condom from the stack he’d fetched from the jeep. He rolled it on and came down on top of her. He kissed his way up her body and wrapped his tail around one of her knees, hitching it up around his waist. Kitty’s face was flushed prettily and her eyes were glazed.

“Now Liebe?”

“Yes, Kurt.” She gasped. “Now, please.”

“For the record, was I the first?” He asked, pushing the tip of his sex into her. She arched and tried to draw him in, but he was too strong and held her still. “Answer the question.” His eyes were like burning embers, he wanted her, but he knew she needed release more than he did.

“Yes.” She replied, squirming. “Now, Kurt!” He placed his thumb over her clitoris and pressed very gently. She became more frantic and he had to pin her wrists down with one of his hands.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” He asked. She made a frustrated noise and he added, “I’ve already had my orgasm.”

“B-because I didn’t think you’d give it up if you knew.”

“Ordinarily you would be right, under the circumstances earlier I had to make an exception.” He pushed a little harder with his thumb and she let out a small cry. “Don’t ever hold anything back from me again.” His eyes were fierce and he gritted his teeth, holding her struggling form still. He knew she wouldn’t phase and lose the contact of their lower bodies. “Say it.”

“I promise.” She practically sobbed, thrashing her head from side to side.

“Sie sind meins.” He growled, plunging deep inside her. Kitty couldn’t catch her breath to speak. Kurt was pressing his thumb directly where it was supposed to be and moving it in rhythm with his thrusts that were coming strong and fast. Kitty’s anticipation was built up so high that it took her very little time before her hips started swiveling and her muscles clenched so tight around him that he felt every ripple of her climax.

Jean turned around to face Logan, but she didn’t look him in the eye. Her lids were still lowered and fluttering her lashes against her cheekbones. He was still unable to move anything but his head and neck. She ran her hand down his chest and stomach, pressing her face into his neck. She brushed the front of his fly and his body jumped in response. He wasn’t accustomed to being used like this. She was right, he did want her, but he wanted her on his terms. He wanted her panting in his bed, begging him to take her. He wanted her flaming red hair fisted in his hands, pulling her head back and allowing his mouth to feast on her pale throat.

~You can have it~ Jean’s voice came into his head, uninvited. He must have been projecting his thoughts at her. ~You want it. You can have it now~ She released her hold on him and his hands grasped her around her tiny waist and he backed her up against a large oak tree. He grasped her hips thrust his leg between hers. He moved her up and down, forcing her to ride his hard thigh while his lips found the side of her neck and he bit into the soft flesh below her ear. She showed him, with her mind, what she wanted from him.

Logan took a knee in each hand and pulled her legs up around his waist. The hard bulge in his jeans was rubbing against her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and arched up to meet his pelvis. He ground himself against her; he could feel Jean’s heat through several layers of fabric. Maybe it was a trick that all psychics used, but he didn’t care. He could see Kitty and Kurt faintly, as if through a fog or a dirty window. He was piggybacked on their emotions fed through Jean’s mind. It was the worst kind of voyeurism but he didn’t care about that either. She was moaning and whispering to him and he felt imaginary hands stroking him inside his pants. He wanted to pop out a claw and cut a hole in her clothes, just enough to let him feel her for real.

~No~ Came the voice in his head. ~Just like this~ He growled his defiance but knew he couldn’t do anything to her here. She was the stronger of the two of them. He rocked against her as he watched half-pint and the elf going for broke on his cot in his cabin. He felt Jean’s thighs tighten around him and she arched against him, letting her ecstasy flow into him. He bit into her neck, this time leaving a mark, and felt the invisible hands tightening on him till he came, making a mess in his jeans. He pounded against her, trying to leave a few bruises, until the spasms stopped. Slowly, Logan lowered Jean to the ground. He knew she must be using her teke to help her stay upright. He was a little shaky himself.

“We’re leaving.” Logan said, taking her by the arm and leading her back the way they’d come. His pants were going to be uncomfortable and he didn’t plan to stay in them any longer than necessary.

“What about Kurt and Kitty?” Jean was breathless; it made Logan smile a little. “Shouldn’t we take her home with us?”

“Nope. Damage is done. All we’d do now is embarrass ‘em. Just leave a note on the windshield of the van and wait for her to call.” He walked on, holding tight to her elbow. “And stay outta my head now. We should be far enough away from Kurt soon so there’s no…excuses.”

Kurt Wagner was thoroughly enjoying himself. He’d just felt Kitty Pryde have a very powerful orgasm from ground zero and she now lay limp as a rag doll beneath him. She was very tight and very wet and he was hard as a rock. He looked down at her. She had her eyes closed and her breathing was just returning to normal. He waited until she looked at him, then he gave her a big smile and started to move again. He knew he couldn’t take too long, she was new at this; very new, and he didn’t want her to get too sore. He still planned to keep her here for the next few days until his cycle was over. He was too selfish to pass up the opportunity to keep Kitty all to himself and away from any distractions.

Today had not been the first time Kitty had achieved orgasm. But it had never been this powerful. Nor, for that matter, had it ever been with anyone else in the same room; except once, and back then her roommate had been a heavy sleeper. Now he was moving inside her again and staring down at her with his demon eyes and smiling his demon smile. He thrust hart a few times and shuddered, coming a second time inside her. What had he said to her? After making her nearly brainless with desperation and forcing her to confess to him like a priest. Well, nothing like a priest, but still it was a confession. And he'd said something to her right before he'd given her what she'd been looking for. "Sie sind meins." What did it mean? She ran through her limited German vocabulary and came up with the answer. "You are mine."

Kurt was now collapsed on top of her, still imbedded within. His fingers brushed her sweaty hair back from her face. He tucked his face in the nook between her head and neck. He pressed a kiss to her damp skin and pushed himself up on his hands.

"Don't go anywhere." He whispered and slipped off her and back to the bathroom. Kitty's muscles were sore, and she was a little tender between her legs. She waited for him to return. When he did, she went back in and took a brief shower, turning the water to cold at the end. From what she could piece together from Jean's information and what Kurt had told her. She was horny because she was close to him. And it wouldn't end with a single nookie session. Okay, she had three choices: first, she could phase through the wall and run away like a coward, second, she could face Kurt and talk about what had happened before phasing through the wall and running away like a coward, or third, she could stay and have wild monkey sex for the next few days and deal with the consequences later. She turned the water a little colder, trying to clear her head a little. She didn't want to be horny right now. She was too sore for another round of 'jump the blue elf'.

"Hi." Kitty said, appearing from the bathroom. The towel was wrapped around her again.

"Hi." Kurt was adding logs to the fireplace, and he held what looked like a scorched coffee pot with his tail. "Want some coffee?" He asked. "It'll be ready soon."

"Sure." She made her way to her pack and pulled out some dry clothes. I'll be right back." She said, heading back to the bathroom.
"No need to be modest." Kurt said, looking over his shoulder. "I've already seen you naked." Kitty paused, then shrugged and dropped her towel.

"Okay, but you said your hormones were a little over the top." She slipped her panties up her legs and put on a pair of sweatpants. She was still cold from her shower. Kurt's eyes were drawn to her breasts as they jiggled slightly. "Just trying to help you out here." She slipped on her bra and a sweatshirt. He was still staring at her chest. "I've got some fruit in the van. I'll go get it." She said, heading for the door.

"No need. I'll get it." Kurt disappeared in a puff of smoke, leaving Kitty with the coffee. He 'ported to the van and saw something on the windshield. He stepped closer and picked up the envelope stuffed under the windshield wiper. "Shit." He said out loud. Someone had been there and he had a nagging suspicion he knew who it was. He gathered the fruit from the bag in the van and opened the letter, giving himself a little extra time to be away from Kitty and her jiggling chest. Why had he chastised her modesty? He was an idiot. He read the letter with no small trepidation.

***Elf, Jean and I came looking for you but you seemed to be doing just fine. Have Kitty call Jean at some point so she won't worry. I'm sure you'll make an effort to control yourself somewhat so I'll see you when you get back.
L ***

Kurt was shocked that Logan had been here, knew what he was doing to his little half-pint and hadn't given him an adamantium lobotomy. There was definitely something odd going on. He went to the stream and splashed the icy water over himself. It wasn't like taking a shower, but he felt a little cleaner and the cold water helped to clear his head. He was a little tired, he might just take a nap.

Kitty had managed to make passable coffee with the old-fashioned coffeepot and Kurt sliced up some bananas and peaches. By the time they were finished eating, Kitty was starting to shift in her seat and give him covert glances. Kurt was glad he'd sliced up the bananas, otherwise he'd have come in his pants at the sight of those pink lips wrapped around the long fruit. He gave her the letter that had been on her van and told her that he was going to be fishing and to get some sleep. Kitty nodded, mutely, her eyes on Logan's note. Kurt picked up Logan's fishing pole and teleported to a spot where the stream was deeper and where there were actual fish.

Kitty lay down on the cot and found sleep coming easily for her when Kurt wasn't in the vicinity. She dozed off, exhausted form a long morning. Kurt found fishing to be a soothing way of spending an afternoon, provided, of course, one didn't mind fishing with a raging hardon. It wasn't too bad, though. And he was able to get his mind of sex for intervals of at least a few minutes. He caught a couple of trout and returned to the cabin. Kitty was sleeping peacefully when he returned. She'd kicked off the blanket and had one arm above her head, the other was draped across her stomach.

Kurt thought his friend looked very young and cute. Her lips were slightly parted and there was a faint blush to her cheeks from sleep. He watched her for a moment, seeing her so vulnerable and innocent was kind of a turn on, but then, for the next few days, even gutting trout would be a turn on. He went over to the small, wooden table and began cleaning the fish. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Kitty. As he watched her, she started to become restless and fidgety in her sleep. After observing her shift around on the bed for a few minutes, he realized that his presence in the cabin was most likely causing her discomfort.