To Catch a Fox

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I do not own the X Men or the fictional universe they live in. This is a work of fan fiction. I’m just borrowing them for my own amusement and yours. I am making no money from this.

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Warnings: As the title implies, this chapter contains sex.


Chapter Four: Lovers

Kit slowly picked up her pack and discarded parka and stowed them on the sled.

“Pile everything on the sled. We’ll be moving fast.”

“Wait a minute. Who said we were going to follow you?” Scott protested.

“They did.” Kit sat down and began to tug off her boots. “And another thing, you do anything to draw attention to us…anything at all…They will never find the body.”

Kit was shivering as she slipped out of her clothing. She pulled her jeans and long johns down and stood on them. Then her body rippled as flesh sprouted fur, ears grew, and her face changed, becoming fox like. She now had a bushy tail and shook herself to settle the snowy fur. Now that she was no longer freezing, she quickly shed her remaining clothes and stowed them in her pack.

“Come on, hurry up!” The fox-girl snapped at them impatiently as she picked up the sled harness and began to adjust it for her smaller frame. Remy was the first to follow her lead, then Logan, Jean, and finally Scott. “It will be well past dark when we reach the next den as it is.” Then she shifted again and a pure white fox stood in the harness. She shook herself again to settle the harness and pulled experimentally.

Logan knelt beside her to check the harness. She growled at him, but held still. He tightened a few straps then gave her a quick pat on the side that earned him another growl. He chuckled. The fox began to pull in earnest now and Logan stepped behind to give it a shove. Once it was moving, Kit seemed to have no trouble pulling it and they had to march fast to keep up.

As a fox, Kit set a grueling pace and they were pleading for a rest stop by the time darkness fell. She shook her head and growled but she did slow her pace slightly. Time after time, they would catch a glimpse of another fox on the trail ahead, but it would vanish into the underbrush. The other foxes barked and yipped, but Kit made no answer. By now, Logan was certain that Kit was following their guidance, no longer wasting time on finding her own trail.

“How much longer, Kit?” Scott had dropped the hostility as he watched the fox girl drive herself to exhaustion. She whined in response, but didn’t stop.

“Smell something.” Logan pushed ahead, sniffing deeply.

“Remy hoping it be a nice warm fire.” Kit yipped and her tail lifted.

“Some more of that rabbit would be nice.” Jean added wistfully.

“You may just get your wish, Jeannie.” Logan sniffed again and Kit picked up the pace, now that she could smell it too.

Logan scouted ahead, following his nose until he found the source of the smell. It was a large underground den, just big enough to hold all of them, though the sled would have to stay outside. He had to crouch to enter. Inside the ceiling was low, leaving just enough headroom for a tall man to sit upright comfortably.

The delicious smell came from the fire pit where several small animals were roasting on sticks and a large earthen jug of herbal tea sat nearby, keeping warm. Furs covered the dirt floor and recesses were dug into the sides of the den. A small hole in the ceiling allowed the smoke to escape. There was no one inside or anywhere nearby. The scent of fox was strong here.

Logan returned to guide them to the shelter; it would have been easy to miss the entrance in the dark. As the others crawled inside, he stopped to help Kit out of the harness. She moved slowly as she crept into the den. Logan followed with an armful of packs and deposited them near their owners before returning for more.

Jean was busy pouring some of the tea into cups she found in one of the niches. Remy took the jug from her to pour a bowl for Kit. The fox had curled up next to his pack and watched the fire listlessly. He coaxed her to drink from the bowl. She let him run his hands through her fur to check for abrasions from the harness. Logan dropped her pack beside them before settling down on the other side of the fire.

“Kit?” Scott looked up from his plate and frowned. “Are you OK?” The fox blinked slowly at him as Remy offered her a piece of rabbit from his plate. She took it carefully from his fingers.

“Remy think she don’ want to talk.” He reached over to rub behind the fox’s ears and she closed her eyes wearily. Remy murmured to her in French as he continued to coax her into eating.

“I think we need to talk.” Scott persisted.

“Can’t it wait, Scott? We’re all tired.” Jean yawned.

“All right then. I guess we’ll sleep on it.” Scott fell silent as they ate.

Almost as soon as their bellies were full, they found themselves nodding off from exhaustion. Remy made a nest of his bedding and Kit’s and stretched out beside the fire. Kit curled up next to him and rested her muzzle on his outstretched arm. He fell asleep idly stroking her soft fur.

Sometime later in the night, Remy woke to find Kit’s naked body next to his under the blanket, her hands slowly stroking his chest and her face rubbed his cheek When her leg moved and her thigh brushed against his crotch he started. Her touch was slow and clumsy and her slow, regular breathing told him she was still asleep.

“Kit.” He whispered her name and shook her gently. She clung more closely to him and her leg brushed him again. “Kit!” The girl woke with a start.

“What?” She started to pull away as she realized what had happened. “I’m sorry…” She whispered.

“Shh…” Remy held her gently. “I am not sorry, but dis much more fun awake, non?” Her sleepy caresses and the sensuality she had projected in her sleep had him already hard and aching.

“I…I didn’t mean…I don’t even remember…” Kit stopped as she felt his hand skim lightly along her hip and up to her ribs. His hand stopped just under her breast.

“You wan’ me to stop, cher?” He rubbed his rough cheek against hers, searching for her lips in the dark. When he found them they were warm and parted easily for his tongue. He kissed her slowly before letting her answer.

“I...no…but what about the others?” She whispered.

“Dey asleep, and if dey not, Remy don’ care none.” His hands began to move again, and his lips moved to the curve of her neck. He chuckled softly. “Dey might even learn someting.”

Kit’s hands moved now with purpose, slipping beneath his shirt to touch his skin. Her fingers traced the lines of his ribs and reached higher to brush his nipples. Remy nibbled at her neck and she sighed. When he cupped a breast and pinched the nipple, she moaned softly and her hands began to tug at his clothes insistently.

“Patience, little fox.” Remy whispered in her ear as he pressed her backwards onto the furs and his mouth trailed downwards to kiss each breast, taking the nipples into his mouth to suckle and tease with his tongue. She moved under him, her hands stroking his back and shoulders before burying her fingers in his hair.

“Please…” Remy could feel the surge of lust running through her, had felt it since she had woke him. He sat up long enough to pull off his shirt and balled it up to place it behind her head as a pillow. She reached for his bared chest eagerly and made a small growl of frustration when he held himself aloof. He chuckled at her quietly.

He lowered himself until he could reach her lips and kissed her slowly and thoroughly as she writhed under him, pressing her hips against his erection. He let his weight pin her small frame to the floor. He took his time, enjoying her frustration. He paused and glanced over his shoulder as a small noise told him that someone else stirred across the fire.

He kissed Kit again hard to distract her as Logan pulled on his boots and parka and crept out of the den. Then he rolled over, pulling her on top of him. Her hair shone white in the dim firelight as she lifted herself up to straddle his hips, grinding herself against the fabric that separated them. He grabbed her hips and pressed upward against her and she growled again. Then he pulled her down for another kiss, and reached between them to pull down his clothing, freeing his erection.

He pushed her back then, moving his hands to her hips to guide her backwards. When she felt his hardness press against her she moaned and pressed eagerly against him. Another wave of lust rolled through the girl and Remy found himself caught up in it, driving himself deep into her small body with no pretense of gentleness or art. The girl gave a small cry and he was surprised by a brief flash of pain spiking through the girl’s lust, but it was quickly buried beneath a fresh onslaught of sensuality. The girl moved with him, her quiet moans and growls drew little thrills of excitement from him as he thrust again and again.

When he felt her body begin to shake above him, he pulled her close and covered her mouth with his hand to muffle her moans as she climaxed. She bit his hand hard and he grunted in surprise, then rolled over again to pin her beneath him. She raised her legs to wrap around his hips and clung to him and bit him on his chest and held firm.

“Little bitch!” Remy muttered as he began to thrust again, harder this time. She released
her hold on his chest and arched beneath him. He drove hard now, driven by his need and hers. He covered her mouth again as she began to moan and shake beneath him. Her teeth closed again on his hand, but this time she sucked at the flesh instead of biting. He pressed a finger into her mouth and she sucked at it, teasing it with her tongue.

Her hungry mouth combined with the heat of her body finally drove him over the edge. He thrust deeply into her heat and buried his face in her hair as he came hard, clenching his teeth to avoid waking the others. He lay still for a moment, panting until the girl shifted beneath him. He rolled off and pulled her to him. He muttered in French to himself as the girl molded herself to him and sighed. He could still feel the lust in her, only partially satiated, and he wondered at it.

“You should have told me, petit.” He stroked her hair.

“Told you what?” Her breath was warm on his skin and her hand stroked lazy patterns across his belly.

“You don’ do dis before.”

“Does it matter?”

“It should.” He kissed the top of her head and pulled the rumpled bedding over them.

“It did.” Kit nipped at his arm playfully. “I…couldn’t wait any longer. This year is different. I’m different.” She fell silent, the hand stroking his belly stilled.

“Dis never happen before?” She kissed his shoulder and rubbed her cheek against his chest.

“No…not like this. I think I know why Grandfather was so angry with me now. It wasn’t what I said. It was what I did.”

“He punish you because you left us?”

“Not them. You.” She rolled over onto her back. “We don’t abandon our mates.”

“I am not…” Remy fumbled, at a loss for words. “I can’t.” He felt a wave of guilt washing through her, momentarily blotting out the sensual hunger.

“I’m not asking you to marry me.” Kit rolled over and pulled the blankets around herself. “I’m not asking you for anything else. I’m sorry.”

Remy stared into the darkness and cursed to himself softly in French. He could still feel the girl’s emotions, couldn’t seem to shut them out now. He heard fabric rustle as Logan returned to his place by the fire. He knew Kit was sobbing quietly. He struggled to sort her feelings from his own as he was caught in a morass of guilt, hurt, fear, and confusion. Underneath it all coiled a primal core of lust.

{Remy you fool. What have you done? When did this happen?}

He thought back, each word that had passed between them. Each touch. Even the silly game of darts. Perhaps that first kiss? He cursed again, this time silently. He’d caught himself in his own net, this time. First Belle, then Rogue, and now this…

“Kit.” He whispered and rolled over, reaching for her. “Shh…” He pulled her close to him, turning her over gently. “Remy here for now. Don’t cry little fox.” He could feel her sobbing now and he felt her tears on his chest. “When dis over, we see what happen, non?”


Logan had known the moment Kit shifted in her sleep. Her smell had changed, sharpened and there was no longer any doubt in his mind what was happening to her. He had drifted back to sleep only to be awakened by the sounds and smells of their lovemaking and it was too much. He quietly fled to the cool silent forest outside.

He leaned against a tree and lit a cigar, listening to the night. He was certain one of *them* must be nearby, watching and listening, but the pungent scent of his cigar blotted out the scent along with the lingering traces of Kit’s heat. He savored the taste and smell of it and turned slowly to survey the moonlit forest around him.

A fur-clad figure stood next to the sled, dark eyes watching him, face shadowed by long silvery hair. He put out his cigar and straightened, stepping closer. He sniffed the air and found the scent familiar and intoxicating.

“Winter Moon?” She didn’t move, simply watched him as he approached.

“I remember you.” Her voice was so low he could barely hear her. Her head tilted to look up at him as he drew near. Now the moonlight picked out her features, so much like Kit’s. Her face was more angular, her jaw harder and she stood just a little taller. Her smile was serene, but her scent wrapped around him and tore at his control like a wild creature.

“My name is Logan.” Logan searched her face for some sort of recognition. “I hired Reynard as a guide one summer.” She seemed to think about each word as it fell from his lips and he wondered how many years it had been since she had spoken English.

“Reynard is gone…” Her voice dropped and she turned to reach for something on top of the sled. “I have gifts for my daughter.” She turned and offered a fur-wrapped bundle to him. He took it from her. Her scent washed over him and he swallowed.

“You…should give these to her yourself.”

“I cannot.” She pushed a length of hair behind her shoulder, tucking it behind an ear in a familiar gesture. “I thought there would be time to prepare her. She is too far into the change and perhaps I am as well.”

“Why shut her out? Don’t seem right.” Logan hadn’t missed the girl’s shock and hurt at being shunned and it had seemed unfair.

“Winter Fox has always been too much the fox and not enough the woman. Perhaps when the full moon has passed.” She fell silent again but made no move to leave.

“Why are you here? Now?” Logan felt her studying him and thought the gift merely an excuse. She stepped closer to him and rose on her toes to bring her face close to his cheek. She inhaled deeply and then released her breath, warm on his skin. He knew she was drinking in his scent, testing it.

“You wanted me then, Logan.” She backed away slightly, but not enough.

“There was Reynard…and the kid...” Logan swallowed again as her scent filled his senses. It was difficult to remember his friends or their journey. He could only think of her and how he wanted to throw her into the snow and tear away the furs that hid her body from him.

“My mate is dead and my kit is grown. I am free to choose.” Winter Moon rubbed her cheek against his, her flesh smooth and warm in the cold night air. “I will call you when the moon is full. Will you come to me, Logan?” She purred in his ear.

“Yes.” He folded her into his arms and kissed her hungrily. She returned the kiss fervently and let him hold her for a long moment before pulling away with a silvery laugh. Then she stepped backwards three steps and shifted quickly, becoming a snowy shape that turned and ran low to the ground and vanished between the trees.

Logan stood a long moment staring after her, tempted to follow. Then he sat down on the sled and pulled out his cigar again, letting the cold night air clear his head. Only when his cigar was nothing but ash did he rise and creep back into the den.

Mercifully, the lovers had finished, though the scent hung thick in the air. He set the bundle in a niche in the wall and returned to his pallet. He wrapped himself in the memory of Winter Moon’s kiss and the promise it implied as he wrapped his sleeping bag around himself. Almost immediately, he slept.