A Friend in Need

disclaimer: All recognizable characters are owned by Marvel, except Jenny who is MINE!

pre-note: For those of you who might have read "Human and the Demon" some of this will look REAL familiar. This is an alternate look at how Kurt and Jenny's first intimate encounters could have gone and is closer to my original vision of that time.

History: Time has passed. Jenny has moved on and gotten a house of her own. But she hasn't forgotten her friends and is still very close to all the X-Men. Piotr, Kurt, and Kitty have returned from England and are living in the mansion again. Jenny and Kurt quickly caught each other's eye and have started dating. However, a misunderstanding has occurred. Being as all the other X-Men were aware of her past (though not everyone has ALL the details), Jenny assumed the newcomers would have been given if not the details then the jist of it. She found out they hadn't because of a remark Kitty made and gave Ororo the 'nod' to tell. Ororo thought that meant to tell Kitty, which left the others still in the dark, and Jenny once again assumed Kurt had been told. She herself did let out some things but not the really important things. This part of the story picks up from there. If you want all the details, you are again welcome to go to fanfiction.net and read the whole story, but I was not willing to repost or rewrite the whole thing for here. Sorry, but this summary should give you what you need to be up to date. Though once again it's not really necessary for the smut factor, I guess.

A Friend in Need: Chapter 4
by Dizi


After the afternoon training session, Kurt whistled his way through the locker room door and couldn't stop smiling. Yesterday had been the most fun he'd had in a long time. Of course, that was what he had said for the last six weeks after every date with Jenny, but yesterday had been different. They had gone to the circus. Jenny had never been to one and wanted Kurt to explain everything, which he did in great detail. She had been fascinated by the little things that most wouldn't care about. She might have been slightly influenced by his enthusiasm, but even so she had gotten caught up very quickly.

It had been a great day shared with someone he'd come to care about, though how deeply he wasn't sure yet. The more time he spent with Jenny the more he wanted to, and he seemed to be with her more than the team. He'd even developed a taste for Moonpies - which she had an unhealthy enthusiasm for - especially when he kissed her right after 'snack time'. There was something to be said about the taste of chocolate, marshmallow, and Jenny all together.

He'd been taking it slow, wanting to build a strong foundation for their relationship. Not to mention, he had come to understand the front Jenny put up. She was very shy underneath her up-front manner. He was torn between her two sides, the blushing young woman and the strong carefree barmaid, but he was drawn to the whole woman.

"Well, it's been good seeing you again, stranger." Kitty teased from behind him. "I guess Jenny's responsible for the constant good mood and the absences? We're going to have to get onto her for stealing you away so much."

Still smiling, Kurt told her about the outing to the circus, "... and I haf been valking her home from vork. She does not like ze image-inducer so ve are limited in vhat ve can do, but she is off today and I am meeting her later."

"I know I'm going to sound like Jubilee, but I am so happy for you both!" Kitty gushed. "Both of you have been so lonely. From what I've been told about Jenny, she's had a hard life."

Kurt nodded agreement, thinking of the circumstances of Jenny's friends death and her having been homeless. Her life had been hard and he understood it had affected her in many ways.

"She's suffered so much," Kitty continued, "and when I heard about her back, I just couldn't believe what was done to her."

Freezing, Kurt's mind went blank. 'There was something wrong with Jenny?' he thought. 'She seemed fine last night.'

"... to think they never caught them. Ororo said they barely looked for them." Kitty went on. "Not to get too personal, but how bad is it? I think 'Ro's still upset about the pictures the police had."

It took him a full minute to find his voice, before he was able to force out, "I vill see to you later, Katzchen. I must speak vith Logan."

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Smile gone, Kurt immediately went in search of his long time friend. He found Logan in the garage with Remy, both men about to leave for one of their seedier hangouts. Whether they were actually going to the same location was irrelevant. He was sure one or both of them would have the answers he was seeking.

"Ve need to talk," he said stiffly. His accent had become thick with the strength of his emotions. "Vas ist vrong vith Jenny?"

Logan growled. "Somethin' happen?"

"Zat ist vhat I vant to know. Kitty seemed to zink zere vast somezing vrong vith Jenny, zat she hast been attacked." His voice shook. "You vill tell me, now. Vas ist vrong vith Jenny?"

Logan cursed loudly, knowing no matter which way the conversation went from here he wouldn't like it. "Which time?" he asked, not sure what Kitty had said.

Kurt's eyes narrowed at him and he hissed before letting out a sting of German that both men were shocked at coming from the normally even-tempered Kurt. Though they were unsure of the meaning of the outburst, the intent behind the words was obvious. After some deep breaths he was able to get out, "Katerine asked about Jenny's back."

Logan and Remy exchanged guarded looks. Obviously, the couple had not gotten far physically, or the question would not have been brought to them.

"He weren't here an' she ain't told him." Logan growled.

"Maybe Jenny don' wan' him to know?" Remy suggested, eyeing Kurt warily having never seen him like this.

"Vhat?" Kurt demanded, clenching his fists, and forcing himself to remain calm and wait for the answers.

Logan ground out pointedly, "They keep on the way they have he's gonna find out the hard way, an' that ain't right."

"But if Jenny don' wan' to tell, we don' have de right, homme." Remy said quietly.

"Hell." Logan ran a hand through his hair, trying to think of a way to tell Kurt but not betray Jenny's trust. "Maybe call her an' ask?"

Cocking his head to the side, Remy shrugged, "He you frien', you tell him 'bout de chere. Remy, he needs a drink."

"Huh. Runnin' away, Gumbo?" Logan glared at him.

"Remy don' t'ink Kurt gon' like how Remy be dere for her." He looked Kurt in the eyes and warned, "If you don' take de news good, Remy be dere again. Dat what Remy do for Jenny. He de shoulder she cry on."

"Vas ist vrong vith Jenny?!" Kurt exploded, tired of waiting for answers they weren't giving. Couldn't they see he NEEDED to know?

"Not'ing new, homme," Remy shook his head sadly, "not'ing new." He climbed on his motorcycle and roared out of the garage before could Kurt demand a better answer.

When Kurt rounded on him, Logan sighed, "C'mon, we'll go call Jenny."

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Kurt followed Logan to his room and watched impatiently as he picked up a battered phone and called the woman he suddenly realized he was in love with yet knew less about than the rest of the mansion. He tried to listen to the low conversation but could only hear the rage and hurt ringing in his ears unable to believe such things had been kept from him - and he still didn't know what those things even WERE!

Slowly, Logan hung up the phone and sighed. "She thought we woulda already told ya, said it weren't a secret since ever'body here knows. Jenny asked me ta tell ya everything." He wasn't sure what everything meant and he wasn't sure how to tell him how close he and Jenny had once been.

"Just tell me, mein fruend." Kurt begged as calmly as he could.

Taking a deep breath and wishing with everything inside that he wasn't the one to have to tell the story, Logan started explaining Jenny's history. Staring at him the whole time, Kurt was horrified by what had been done to her and felt rage that such a thing could have happened to anyone, unable to fully grasp that it was done to HIS Jenny. By the time Logan finished, Kurt's mind was numb and his eyes were bleak. Such terrifying events had happened to Jenny, his Jenny, and he hadn't known, had no idea.

He whispered, "Vhy didn't she tell me?"

Not sure how to explain, Logan grunted, "She probably didn't think 'bout it. Jenny hides her scars automatically an' ain't gonna go around showin' 'em off, but she ain't ashamed of 'em no more. She wasn't keepin' it from ya, she thought ya knew, thought we'd told ya. An' how was she supposed ta tell ya? When would be the time fer a gal ta tell her boyfriend 'bout this? Ya both seemed happy, when was she supposed ta bring it up? I don't think ya know how different she is now."

Kurt nodded but still had a bleak expression on his face.

"There's somethin' else ya gotta know. Ya probably figured out I used ta have a thing fer her. She... we... Hell, me an' Remy go to know her REAL well fer awhile." Logan watched Kurt stiffen and hurried to get the rest out. "But even then she didn't react ta either o' us the way she does ta you. The way she did when she first saw ya. I could smell it on ya both."

"Yet she did not tell me. Not about you and not about vhat vas done to her." Kurt said stiffly, unable to get past those thoughts.

"Dammit, Elf! Ya ain't listenin'! Us she put back inta a box marked 'friend' an' moved on. Yer different ta her." Thinking quickly, he made a decision to do something he would do for no one else. Not only did he think Kurt had a right but he needed to be pushed to get past this.

He went to his closet and came out with his travel bag. Reaching in, Logan pulled out an envelope and took out a photograph. His face was hard as stone when he looked at it before handing it to Kurt. "Ya cain't tell anyone that I got this. Especially Jenny. She thinks they're all gone. Look at it an' tell me how she was supposed ta tell ya."

Kurt's stomach clenched and he felt so sick at the sight he was almost physically ill. Jenny, his beautiful Jenny, was crying and surrounded by blood. He'd known she was special since he'd first met her but now he understood why everyone said she was strong when even she admitted to being a pushover. Now he understood Logan's words months ago at Jenny's house, "She's suffered fer her friendship with mutants... Jenny's stronger'n she looks. She's had ta be." His mind flooded with images from the last couple months and he had trouble reconciling the woman he knew with the child in the picture...

Dimly he heard Logan say, "After THAT she's interested in YOU. Do ya understand now?"

"Ja, I understand." Kurt whispered. Suddenly, the need to know she was alright was overwhelming and he surged to his feet. "I haf to see her."

Logan plucked the picture from his hand and put it away. He looked at Kurt closely, and seeing the desperation in his eyes, he knew he'd done the right thing. He nodded, saying, "I'll drive ya. But one last thing ya need ta know." He met Kurt's eyes, held them. "Ya saw the picture but it don't say it all. She was tore up inside an' yer gonna hafta be careful of her."

"I vould be careful of her no matter vhat." Kurt said softly.

Logan nodded again. "Let's go. Jenny's probably waitin' fer ya."

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Kurt couldn't sit still during the trip. He needed to see her, touch her, know she was whole and safe. As they came within sight of the house, he couldn't wait anymore and teleported from the jeep to her living room, filling it with the scent of sulfur and brimstone.

Jenny was sitting curled up in a corner of the couch with her phone beside her, and he knew she'd been sitting there since Logan had called. Her hand rubbing at a spot on her left shoulder, and he knew from the picture there was a scar there.

At his sudden appearance, she looked up at him through tear-filled eyes, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... I thought you knew. If you don't want to see me anymore..."

Almost running across the room, Kurt sat beside her and gathered Jenny into his arms. "Sshhh, liebling, it does not matter," he said softly, stroking her hair. He put a finger to her lips when she started to speak. "I need to feel you are alive and you need to be held. Let me hold you."

Pulling her onto his lap, he held her as he would a child and kissed the top of her head, while Jenny snuggled her face against the downy softness of the skin on his neck. They sat like that for a long time, with Kurt murmuring reassurances in German and stroking her hair while Jenny slowly controlled her tears.

Finally, when she was calm and comfortable, Jenny whispered, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I guess I wanted to take the easy way out. I knew Ororo was telling Kitty and Logan is your friend, so I just assumed one of them would have told you."

Never stopping his stoking of her hair, he said, "I understand."

"Logan told you everything?"

"Ja, everyzing you told zem," Kurt said quietly. "Do not be afraid, I could not turn avay from you, Jenny. You are lieb zu mir, important. I vant to share everyzing vith you, gut und schlecht."

Her hand shaking, Jenny reached up and ran her fingertips up and down his face in a slow caress. Her eyes, when she met his, were vulnerable and turning his head, Kurt kissed her palm.

Suddenly, Jenny leaned forward and kissed him, a deep lingering kiss. Responding eagerly to her new boldness, Kurt was awed that she could think of him sexually after what he had seen and was terrified he might do something to scare her.

Then, just as suddenly, she pulled away, and her eyes were no longer vulnerable but determined.

"I want to share with you too." Moving off his lap, Jenny took a deep breath reaching deep down inside herself to drag up all her courage, she grasped the hem of her shirt, and slowly pulled it over her head. As she pulled her hair free, she was surprised that she didn't feel any fear, and knew she was doing the right thing. "I've never shown anyone. Ever. Some have seen, but I've never SHOWN my scars to them, it just happened. But I want you to see me, Kurt, because they're part of me and I don't want to hide from you."

Valiantly keeping his eyes on her face instead of the black lace bra - or more precisely what was barely inside the black lace bra - Kurt was worried he had pressured her into doing something she wasn't ready for without meaning to, "You do not have to do zis if you do not vish to, liebchen. I vould never vant you to do somezing you are not comfortable vith."

Jenny smiled and took his hand in hers, rubbing her cheek against it as she said, "That just makes it better, Kurt. I told Ororo once that I had to let people accept me scars and all, but I didn't do that with you as I should have. I told myself I was, but I didn't. This is me, Kurt, and I want you to know me, scars and all."

His yellow eyes gleamed as Kurt pulled her back onto his lap, "Zen lets start vith zis." He kissed her leisurely, as he had done before he had this knowledge of her. Kurt marveled at her enthusiasm, the way her hands grasped at him, the way she readily opened her mouth and eagerly touched her tongue to his. He loved the way she didn't flinch at the feel of his fangs and never had.

Pausing, he stroked a hand down her face, saying in German because he was unable to find the words in English as he looked into her eyes, "Sie sind so sehr schön."

She pulled away, both mentally and physically, and was serious in her reply, "I'm not beautiful, really I'm not. No," she went on quickly before he could stop her, "I don't mean my scars. I look in a mirror every day, and I'm passable but not beautiful."

"You are to me." He hadn't realized she didn't understand her beauty. "Your mirror lies to you. I see lovely vomen all ze time, none are as you. You are beautiful inside and out."

Determination filled him. He would prove to her in the only way he knew that she was beautiful all over in his eyes. Because no matter what she WAS. The scars could not change that, just as his appearance didn't change how she felt about him. Maybe someone else would or could feel differently but he was different in many ways, and he loved her, wanted her. Nothing could change that. Now he would show her.

He kissed her again until she relaxed in his arms, softly nibbled his way across her cheek, down her neck, and over to her left shoulder. Sliding over her bra strap, he kissed the red irritated scar tissue there she had been rubbing, felt a shiver run through her. "Is it sore from your bra or from rubbing it?" he asked.

Swallowing, Jenny replied, "Both, the bra strap sometimes irritates it and I often rub it without thinking about it."

Turning her so he would be able to see her back, Kurt brushed her hair aside. It bothered him to see it. Looking at the horrible mass actually turned his stomach, knowing the pain she had suffered. He was glad she couldn't see his face and was careful not to left his body reflect his thoughts. No matter how possessive he felt of Jenny, after seeing the picture and the lasting physical damage, he was grateful for any comfort Remy and Logan had given her.

He lightly traced the same scar with his fingertips to the next, followed it's length from shoulderblade to shoulderblade, and felt her shudder. "Do you vant me to stop?"

Breathing deep, she made an effort to speak normally, "No, it's alright. It's just... startling." Jenny whispered. "This feels much more intimate than sex somehow."

Kurt said consideringly. "For you, I zhink zat it is."

"I never thought about it, how it would make me feel to show someone I-I care deeply about." She blushed at the admission, not yet ready to say she loved him, but feeling it, knowing it.

He released the clasp on her bra so he could get to her back without obstruction, and began tracing his lips across the same scar he had touched, wanting to kiss and make it better, though he knew it would really never be better for either of them. Her living with it and him knowing what was done to her.

Her breath was coming faster now, just knowing he was touching her was affecting her.

"I am not scaring you?" Kurt asked concern evident in his voice.

"You've never scared me." Jenny turned to look at him. "I like you touching me. I've never wanted anyone to touch me the way I want you to. Don't stop." She pulled the bra the rest of the way off, took his hand and placed it on her right breast, the whole one, and repeated. "Don't stop."

He squeezed it without thinking, then deliberately placed his other hand on the damaged one, not really letting himself look at it, afraid he might let the rage at what had been done to her show. "I von't, liebling."

Keeping his hands in place, he returned his attention to her back. Kurt kissed and licked every bit of the rough skin, every scar both big and small, every indentation and ridge. All the while his fingers toyed and played with her breasts.

"Place your hands over mine, feel vhat I do to you." She heard him whisper from behind, and shuddered at his breath on her skin. This was more erotic and beautiful than anything she'd ever felt in her life. Through their clothes she could feel his erection and wanted to reach behind her to touch him too, but did as he told her instead.

She gasped for breath. It was as though she was touching herself, something she rarely did. Even when alone she felt self-conscious, especially because at the mansion she couldn't for fear of total embarrassment as Logan would have known.

She could feel her panties become wet. She was more aware of her body than ever before. She wanted to feel those hands, Kurt's hands, in other places. She pushed back with her hips unintentionally, grinding her butt into his cock. "Touch me, Kurt, please. Oh god, please touch me," Jenny begged, whimpering.

"I am yours, put my hands vhere you vant zem," he ordered softly. It was an effort to speak and even more of an effort to speak English. "Show me vhat you vant."

Letting go to unfasten her shorts, Jenny then placed her hand back on his and guided it down her stomach and under her panties. She couldn't remember wanting like this, needing this much, even with Remy and Logan. Spreading her legs, she leaned back against him hard so she felt the buttons of his shirt pressing into her spine, but didn't care.

Kurt didn't care either. Pressed so close he couldn't reach her back anymore so kissed and sucked the sensitive skin of her neck. At the same time Jenny eased his hand down further until it touched her pussy.

"Is zis vhat you vant?" he said, his finger just barely touching.

"Yes!" She almost screamed it. Her had clenched and his finger slid between her cunt lips. She moaned as he began teasing her clit. "Oh, yes!"

He lifted his hips, pushing his cock against her even harder, so her shorts and panties could slide futher down her slender thighs. His tail had been thrashing against the side of the couch, but now he let it join in as he only had two hands and wanted to touch her more. There were definite benefits to having a prehensile tail.

Panting now, Jenny let out a loud gasp as the spade tip dipped into her dripping slit. Remembering Logan's warning, Kurt had to exert enormous control to keep from thrusting it deep inside her. His tail was sensitive but not as much as his fingers, and he was at the wrong angle to put a finger inside her. He needed to explore before he could judge if he would hurt her, but that would have to wait until later because he wasn't willing to stop now.

Instead, his tail went lengthwise within Jenny's pussy lips, sliding back and forth between them. His hand still covered by hers, he lifted it to allow his tail access to her clit as well.

Moaning again, Jenny began moving her hips in time with his erotically rubbing, almost thrusting, tail. She threw her head back so it rested on Kurt's shoulder while he nipped and tugged on her ear.

Turning her head, she caught his mouth with her own and came as their tongues met. Kurt was barely able to keep from coming himself but he managed, not wanting to stain both of their clothes and ride home that way.

With Jenny still in a daze, he laid her down on the couch. Drawing a deep breath to steady himself, Kurt slowly slid one finger inside her cunt. She was tight, very tight, but he thought she would stretch enough to give them both what they wanted with time and patience.

And control. Lots of control.

He didn't know how he would manage.

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German key:
liebling - darling
liebchen - sweetheart
lieb zu mir - dear to me
gut und schlecht - good and bad
Sie sind so sehr schön. - You are so beautiful.