Paradigm Shift

PARADIGM SHIFT CHAPTER FORTY ONE (NC-17)

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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Ploniesnies and BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE ™, Billy and Joaquin are hiding under the bed…what did wolf boy do to them? InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink are fantabulous for archiving.  ProPhile is still a lovely little smutbunny, too. Readers/Reviewers: I lied to you. This is the last chapter… Next up is another fic (if any of you are surprised, I am sending the ducks to slap you silly) with smut and bits…  And maybe even a plot!







“you you awake?”

“Ja…barely…” Kurt stretched and blinked blearily, finally focusing on Kitty standing just inside his bedroom doorway. “What aru dou doing up?”

“Couldn’t sleep…” She shifted from one foot to the other uncomfortably. “Is…is it okay if I come in?”

“Sure…” He sat up and pulled the sheets up around his waist, fidgeting nervously with his tail. Inside, he was quaking, unsure if this was all part of one of his better dreams or maybe somed-ind-injury induced hallucination, but as Kitty sat on the edge of his bed and stared down at her hands resting on her knees, he knew it waalitality. “What’s wrong?”

She frowned and seemed to be turning many things over in her mind at once for almost a full minute before finally speaking. “What…I mean, how did you get back? I know through that portal thing, but…well, how?”

“Ah…” he could not quite meet her eyes in the dark as he fumbled through the story, how Scotd Jed Jean and Warren (who Kitty found fascinating for his wings) had arrived at the site just moments before the others had come out, how he had to break away from his companions to make it through the portal. When he got to the part about Remy and Logan, Kitty was gape-mouthed. “I know it sounds pretty unbelievable…” he sighed.

“It’s okay…this side of things was pretty insane, too…” She shifted a bit closer to him on the bed and said tremulously, “I’m happy that mademade it back. I…I kind of missed you.” She leaned forward quickly and kissed him square on his cheek and hugged him so hard he gasped. “Don’t go getting lost like that again!” Kitty stood hurriedly and nearly tripped over her own feet backing away. “Maybe…when you feel better…you can, um, give me German lessons?”

Kurt felt the blood drain southwards. The other Kitty had let slip about her German lessons from Kurt and he had also found the missive left him by his other self which hinted, none to delicately, at certain language-based activities. “Uh…”

“You don’t have to,” she said, sounding a bit embarrassed. “I just figured it’d be a nice way to spend time together. You know, get to know each other and all that junk…”

He felt a surge of something akin to relief. “I’d love to teach you!” he said with a sigh. He wanted Kitty but not just yet. “We can start tomorrow…”

“Great,” she said, smiling. “I’d better get to bed before Logan catches me up and around,” she said, one hand on the door.

“Katzchen…Kitty…” he said, unsure just then how to continue. He had had one wonderfully tantalizing night when he slept with Kitty, not quite the one he wanted but Kitty nonetheless, and he was having an overpowering urge to repeat the experience.

“What is it?” she asked when the silence stretched for too long. “Is something the matter?” She had a hideous vision of him and Tabby, a Tabby who did not exhibit the same qualities as the one in her universe, and she felt sick thinking that he was about to tell her that he liked someone else now.

“Do you, that is, would you mind staying for a bit?” He felt hot with embarrassment, ready for her to yell at him or laugh or something much worse, but instead he heard the quick patter of her feet across the floor and felt her sit next to him.

“Of course not,” she said quietler fer face red with her own embarrassment. “Do you want to talk or something?”

“We…we could. Ja. We could talk,” he said, nodding furiously. “We could talk about what happened maybe?”

“That would work, I guess,” she said. Cautiously, she scooted so that her back was against the headboard and they were sitting very close, nearly touching. “What was I like there?”

He sighed. “Somehow, I knew you would ask me that…”

“Don’t you want to know what the other you was like?”

“I think I know well enough,” he said. He was everything I’m not…confident where I’m shy, well liked where I’m still ignored, and he’s got Kitty…

“I don’t think you do…” She leaned closer, as if telling him a secret. “He was nice enough, but he wasn’t you…”

“Of course he was me…just better.”

“Don’t be silly, Fuzzy. You’re you. He’s him. Just like I’m sure she’s her and I’m me.” She shrugged as if she had given it much thought. “I mean, at first it was kind of cool because I thought you’d finally dropped the whole poor-elf bit and were, like, ready and all, but…well, when I found out it wasn’t you, I was kinda bummed.”

He looked up at her sharply. “Ready for what?”

She smiled a little and picked idly at the bedcover. “Just…ready. He did kind of help me get over some stuff, though.”

“Lance.” Kurt practically spat the name.

“Yep. I’m not ruined after all…”

“What does that mean?” He peered at her closely. “Kitty…did you…did you sleep with him?”

For a moment, she looked offended. “No,” she finally sighed. “I did not have sex with Kurt Wagner.”

“I slept with Kitty,” he said a tad mischievously.

“You what?” she snapped, her jealousy bubbling to the surface. “How could you?”

“Simple,” he said, feeling a new rush of bravery. “We closed our eyes, she laid outside the covers, I under them, and we fell asleep…”

She fumed for a moment, her jaw working. “You rat! I thought you meant…”

“You know what your problem is?” he asked as his tail snaked around her waist of it’s own accord. “You have a dirty mind.”

“Look who’s calling the kettle black,” she sniped, but did not move away from his touch. The banter continued in the same vein, slowly segueing to discussion of many things, important and not, as the moon sank and the sun rose.





As the moon rose high in another universe, Kitty sank gratefully beneath her covers, sick to death of being poked and prodded and checked and rechecked and re-re-checked. She and Kurt had been released from Beast’s observation scant few hour before and she knew, with the certainty born of many nights that she just had to wait for a few more minutes alone in her bed. His arrival expected, heralded by the sudden sound and smell of the dimensions that caused them so much trouble recently, Kitty snuggled deeper into the covers and hid a grin as she feigned sleep. Kurt was not fooled. “Ah, is she asleep? That’s too bad…I guess I’ll just have to go back to my own room…” He crept closer to the bed, grinning himself as he leaned carefully on the edge so as not to jostle her and alert her to his presence. She was smiling faintly which made his grin ale moe more broad. “Or,” he said, purring low in his throat, a reaction beyond his control, “I could… pounce!” he said exuberantly, leaping onto the bed and flipping her onto her back in one fluid movement. She yelped in surprise, the sound bubbling into a laugh as he tried to wrestle the sheet away from her.

“Kurt, I’m tired!“ she said plaintively but only half meaning it. She was indeed t but but she was also so happy that things were mostly back to rights that she was willing to lose some more sleep for celebration’s sake.

He flung himself onto his own back and sighed wearily. “Alas, my true love is too weary for my kisses! I shall die from a broken heart…” She snorted and he peeked out from between his fingers. “Too Errol Flynn?”

“Too something…” She giggled and turned her back to him, sighing contentedly as he automatically pulled her closer and pressed against her, their legs and his tail twining them together. “So what finally happened?” she asked, yawning in spite of herself.

“Is that so important now?” he murmured, kissing the back of her neck with tiny, barely-felt pecks.

“Well, I think so,” she said thickly, feeling a pleasant melting sensation begin in the pit of her stomach and spread outwards towards her limbs as he moved onto her right shoulder, his kisses becoming lingering and rather damp.

“Let’s just say God’s in His Heaven and all’s right with the world …” She snorted in protest of his words and he shook his head sadly. “You keep doing that…do you nmedimedical help?”

“Shut up, Fuzzy…” She turned in his arms and kissed him deeply and suddenly, taking him almost by surprise as her tongue darted between his lips and found his own, the kiss taking on new proportions as seconds turned into minutes. Finally, they had to breathe and Kitty took the initiative, pushing against Kurt’s chest until he rolled onto his back once more, rising to kneel beside him as his yellow eyes glowed in her dark room. “We have to be quiet…Logan is coming back tonight from the site…”

“I thought we weren’t going to talk about that,” he sighed, but could not quite bring himself to sound as annoyed as he could have. Instead, he was much more interested in the bare expanse of leg within reach, the pale skin of Kitty’s thigh too tempting not to touch. She giggled when his fur tickled her, tugging her nightshirt over her head in the process. Conversation fell away as he took in the sight of her, kneeling next to him and naked in the moonlight, seemingly unashamed of herself under his gaze. He half sat up to touch her, running his fingers over her hips and waist, upwards over her ribs and skimming her breasts only to dip down again and caress the swell of her abdomen before dipping even lower to brush against the already-moist curls at the apex of her thighsittyitty did not move the entire time, watching him instead of protesting or acting on her own. When he found her sex, her eyelids fluttered closed and she swayed towards him, licking her lips as if she were suddenly parched. Kurt reached to pull her down to him but she finally reacted, brushing his hands away as she leaned forward. “What…” he began, but quickly shut up as she shook her head, smiling in a manner both promising and shy.

Kitty leaned forward and kissed him again, grasping the waistband of his pajama bottoms and pulling them from him a rather neat trick of phasing she was growing quite fond of. She did not break the kiss as she moved over him, one knee on either side of his hips, her hands now holding his wrists to his side as she slowly, excruciatingly, took his length into her. Kurt groaned and tipped his head back to gasp for air he was taken entirely into her hot, waiting center, the feeling of her around him and above him driving his senses to near-primitive levels. Neither was entirely sure they kept quiet nor were they even very aware of time passing as they moved at odds with each other, falling into a near-desperate rhythm as each tried to appease the needs of the other. Kurt’s release was first, shuddering and hot in her depths. Kitty was not long thereafter, her cries muffled as she bit his shou des desperately. And then it was alright, for a few moments, that wer were uncertain about what had happened after they came back, that they did not know where Magneto was or Roulette or anyone really, if you wanted to get right to the bare bones of it all. It was alright then and it would be for a little whileger,ger, until the sun came up on a new day.