Galatea

Galatea-Epilogue
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Kitty felt icky. She was sweaty, hot and had the sneaking suspicion her bra was about to give up the ghost. Three hours with Logan in the Danger Room did not a happy girl make. She stalked down the hallway, not even feeling up to phasing through the floor to get to the showers, glowering inwardly. _That'll teach me to make plans my ass! It's not my fault that woman was a mutant! How was I supposed to know she'd been tracking mutant activity too? _ She was already reaching for the fastening on the back of her uniform when she ran into Kurt.
He appeared in front of her, guided by some sense of his own to her location. She barely had time to slow down, knocking him flat on his back and her in a tangle heap beside him. "Why, hello," he purred, biting back a laugh at her look of abject annoyance.
"I need to shower," she snapped, struggling to her feet.
"Not yet..." He pulled her back down to the floor and teleported them to her room before she could utter so much as a squeak of protest. "We haven't had a lot of time together lately..."
"Not my fault," she said primly, wriggling away from him. She sighed and pulled the pony tail holder out of her hair, wincing as it caught and tugged. "We've been...diverted."
He paused, rolling to lay on his stomach on her bed. "Well, that's one way of putting it."
"How would you say it then?" She disappeared into her half bath and a moment later, the shower came on. Her voice drifted back out, "We've been distracted? Busy? Weird?"
"I'd go with weird," he agreed, padding into the bathroom.
Kitty swore under her breath at the skin-tight uniform. "I wish I knew who picked these out. I'd kick their ass. Why can't we fight evil in sweats?"
"Maybe you can make that change when we're in charge of the place," he teased, sitting on the counter.
She kicked the bunched up uniform and sent it flying to hit the wall opposite. "Changes... changes just make things worse."
"Was?"
"This whole thing..." she waved a hand to indicate the previous few days, "started because we wanted to make changes."
Kurt frowned. "Why?"
"Oh, it snowballed from you griping about my belly button piercing..." She sighed again. "And there was that damned magazine."
"Magazine?"
"One of Rahne's or someone's. _Galatea _. Like Cosmo but...suckier." She shrugged and stepped into the shower, only pulling the sliding door halfway closed to keep talking.
"What does some magazine have to do with all the...the..." He stuck his head around the edge of the door and continued, "unpleasantness?"
"GAH!" Kitty jumped at hearing his voice so close. "Stop being sneaky!"
"I could not hear you all the way over there," he grinned, shedding his own uniform and holo before stepping into the shower. "You were saying?"
"I can't talk to you when you're naked," she said piously, tilting her head back to wet her hair.
"You've done it before," he pointed out, moving closer to her.
"It wasn't exactly coherent most of the time, was it?"
"Well...it started out that way." He took the opportunity her arched throat presented and kissed her there, his teeth barely scraping the skin, just enough to send frissons of sensation down her spine, raising gooseflesh on her limbs.
"It's not going to end that way if you keep doing that," she said after a moment.
"Good." He kissed her again, this time letting his tail wrap around her thigh as he pressed against her. "You talk too much."
She gasped in offense, belatedly realizing he was teasing her. "Not funny."
"You should be on this side of it then," he told her, kissing her shoulder as she seemed to melt against him.
Between the warm water, Kurt's attentions and the fact she had just been put through the wringer by Logan, Kitty had very little motivation to protest when he pushed her gently against the cold tile wall and lifted her off her feet. She murmured assent as the tip of his tail flitted across the sensitive nub of her desire and she moaned in her throat at the increased ministrations. His teeth barely broke the skin at the juncture of her shoulder and neck when he entered her, moving carefully so as not to cause them to fall. The combination of the tip of his tail against the apex of her sex, his arousal filling her and his hands and mouth on her breast and throat combined to make Kitty not long for the moment. She felt her climax building almost too soon and she tried not to let it end. Kurt would not let her hold back, though, moving more quickly within her and switching his attentions from her sensitieck eck to the turgid peak of her breast. Her heaving breath became more ragged and her fingers clutched at his back and shoulders.
Kurt tasted the wet salt of her skin against his tongue, the heated texture sending primal signals to his backbrain that he had no control over. Even with his eyes closed, he knew the exact expression on her features as she sighed his name, he knew that she was blushing pink, spreading from her breasts upwards, as she great even more wet around him. He knew that, in a moment, she would arch her back and stifle a cry. He drew on the rosy peak between his lips, knowing the sound she would make when he did so. He felt his own release burgeon as she shuddered hers, her muted mewls and pleas in his ear driving him towards the edge more quickly than he would have liked, but at least, he thought, they were getting there.
Kitty shivered when he filled her, clutching her close for a moment longer before letting her feet touch the floor. "The water's gone cold," she finally managed.
He shrugged. "We have to be quick, then."
She let him soap her back as she sought the thread of conversation they had lost. "Anyway, what I was saying was it was stupid to get so...so...idiotic about these change things. You'd laugh at me till the day I die if I told you what the girls planned."
"Tell you what," he said, turning her so her back was under the water, "if you don't laugh at me when I tell you what the guys had planned, I won't laugh at you..."
She pursed her lips then shook her head. "I'm taking it to my grave. Unless Jubilee blabs t, tt, then it's all on her head."
Kurt laughed and nodded. "Okay. Fair enough." He switched places with her, shivering as the cold water sluiced down his back. "Katzchen, about the navel ring," he began, glancing at her replaced jewelry.
"Kurt..."
"Nein, listen..." He shrugged. "It's your body."
She lowered her hand from where it had drifted to cover the addition. "I'm not going to keep it forever or anything..."
"Why not? Nothing like a great grandmother with a navel ring. Hey, maybe you can pierce your nipples, too. By the time you're very old, you can lift the hem of your skirt to show it off..."
"Oh, that's gross!" she cried, making a face. As Kurt laughed, she stepped out of the shower and began patting herself dry.
"So you think you're over this whole changing yourself thing?" he called, shutting off the water.
"Not really, but I think I'm over trying to change for you!"
"Gut," he said firmly, joining her in the still-steamy bathroom proper. He watched her wrap the towel around herself out of the corner of his eye as he re-dressed in his uniform. His mind drifted to their recent union and he smiled. "I think I'd rather some things didn't change."