Constant Craving

CONSTANT CRAVING CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Mad Queen of Plotbunnies, rocks. There. I said it. So ner. ;) Vampyre: they coming around? InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink: ((sigh)) I adore you. Really, I mean it... Readers/Reviewers: The Killer Kitties (tm) may be back for the next story...Hope they feel better! The platypi have picked up stakes and joined a traveling circus (is there another kind?) that needed knife throwers...I'd watch out around circuses, if I were y'all. The ducks are dancing in the streets...It's like Mardi Gras with feathers...well, with feathered animals not involved in some bacchanalia... They have floats in your honor-the Zulu Coconuts hurt, so watch that (if you don't know what those are, trust me...they hurt like a bitch!) Oh, thanks to Harry Wriggle for the goatee idea...


"Chere, I be tinkin' you owe me big time pour dis..."
"Stop talking, Gumbo...you're gonna make me mess up!" Jubilee was straddling Remy's lap as he sat on the closed toilet, his hands tucked under his knees on Jubilee's orders. "Now, make this face..."
Remy snorted. "P'tite, I don' look like dat when I shave..."
"Yes you do. Now make that face." Jubilee waited patiently, razor in hand, until Remy did as requested. "Now, hold still..." Jubilee had been complaining about Remy's goatee for weeks and he had finally agreed to let her shave it, for favors to be named later. "Eeesh...um, are you a bleeder?"
"Eh?" Remy was careful not to move his mouth but could already feel the sting where she hadked ked him.
"I'm really, really sorry..." She tore a tiny piece of toilet paper and pressed it to the bleeding spot. "Er. Yeah...I think that's how you do it."
Remy rolled his eyes and watched her carefully as she rinsed the razor and came at him again, this time shaving the underside of his chin. "Cherie..."
"Shhh...no talkie, savvy?" Jubilee mimicked the face Remy was making and made several noises he took to mean she was concentrating before she stood up with a tight smile. "Um, just sit right here, okay? Don't move..." She backed away, holding her hands out in a "stay" gesture. "Kitty!" she hollered as she turned on her heel and ran.
_ Merde...what she do to me?_ Remy could feel the trickle of warmth indicating blood and several more stings where she had nicked him again. _I gonna bleed out right on her damned yella rug... _
Jubilee came back at a run, holding a white pencil between her fingers. "It's Kitty's..." she explained. "She uses it to stop bleeding when she cuts herself shaving...1" She pressed it to several of the stinging spots, making Remy hiss. "Sorry, sorry..."
"You almost done, chere?" He tried to keep the annoyance out of his tone but was close to failing. Twenty minutes of Jubilee straddling his lap in nothing but a pair of his boxer shorts and a tank top had done nothing for his composure and he was fairly itching to tumble her back into her bed and show her just how tense the whole situation was making him.
"Um, not really..." Tentatively, Jubilee took up the razor again and applied it to his jaw. "Sheesh...is this a new blade?" She stared at the red trickle running down his neck to join the drying stain on his collar. "Maybe I need more shaving cream..." Several excruciating minutes later, she rinsed the razor again and sat back to examine his face critically. Remy felt myriad nicks and cuts burning in his skin, the remainder of the shaving foam sending singing pain to his nerve endings where it ran into the open wounds. "Missed a few..." She reached into her makeup back without getting off his lap and rummaged for a moment. "Ah-ha!"
"What the...OW!" Remy felt his eyes water as Jubilee set to his face with tweezers, plucking random hairs that the razor missed. "That one ain't comin'...MERDE!" With a growl ofstrastrated pain, he grabbed both of Jubilee's wrists in one hand and said "Enough!"
"But I missed..."
"Non!" He stood, taking her with him. "That enough! I say you kin shave my goatee cause it bother ya...well, I callin' in my favors!"
"erk..." Jubilee found her self stumbling behind Remy as he dragged her to her bed. "Remy..."
"Hush, p'tite...jus....jus hush!" He stopped just short of throwing her onto the bed. His face hurt and he was so aroused he could scream. Jubilee stared up at him with curious and surprised eyes, but no trace of fear, removing any trace of guilt Remy might have felt. He kissed her before she could speak, not bothering to be gentle for once, savaging his mouth with hers. Jubilee remained immobile for a moment before she reacted, flinging her arms around his neck and responding with equal ferocity. She all but leapt into his arms, forcing him to fall back onto the bed and take her with him. Her fingers tore at Remy's shirt until he had to break the kiss to remove the garmen the the risk of her tearing it, leaving her the chance to remove her own top, exposing already erect nipples to the cool room. "Mon ange..." he murmured, grabbing her shoulders to lower her chest to his mouth, capturing one nipple between his lips, licking and rolling it with his tongue.
"God, Remy...harder," she gasped, digging her fingers into his biceps. She threw her head back as he complied, moaning aloud as his hands slid to her hips, sitting up so that she was pressed against his arousal, his head bent to her breasts.
Her hands pulled at his belt and Remy broke contact to murmur, "Mebbe I should return de favor, eh? Shave _you... _ "
Jubilee actually flushed at his statement. "Er...too late."
"Quoi?" Remy jerked his head back to look up at her. Jubilee slid off his lap and tugged the shorts down, revealing...
"Mon dieu!" he said, staring. "When you do dat?"
"Earlier...before I asked you if I could shave off your goatee and after I found out home waxing kits are a mistake..." She winced in memory of the depilation attempt and shrugged sheepishly at Remy.
"Ma pauvre chere...Lemme kiss it an' make it bettah..." He slid to his knees and grasped her around the waist, kissing her stomach below the navel, trailing tiny licks and nips down her abdomen to the inside of her thighs, making her sway dizzily. "Wanna lay down?" She whimpered what he assumed to be a yes, so he tugged her to the floor, rising on his knees even as she lay before him. Her eyes closed and breathing shallow, Jubilee reached towards Remy only to brush against the bulge in his trousers. "Good idée, cherie..." he murmured, working his zipper open and freeing himself. Jubilee's hand found his length, fingers grasping and stroking with growing certainty as he caressed the inside of her thighs, moving ever closer to the damp apex of her sex. When he touched her now-bare folds, she gasped and arched her hips to meet his hand, drawing a smile to his lips. "Now, cherie?"
"Yeah...now!" she managed between gasps. Remy gently removed her hand from his length and lowered himself to fit the cradle of her thighs, not entering her yet but taking the opportunity to nip at the soft skin of her jaw with delicacy. "Damn it, Remy," she said finally, "is this your payback for nicking you? Torturing me?"
"Non, chere," he breathed in her ear, "dis be de payback..." He slid into her in one slow thrust, pulling back before she could even sigh. His next thrust was quicker, as was the one after that. set set a rapid pace, not giving her a chance to take a breath between gasps, making her legs tighten around his waist as her hands clutched at the carpet behind her head. She thrashed her head from side to side with mute pleasure, unable to vocalize her feelings as he rubbed at the bud of nerves while he thrusted, sending electricity shooting through her spine. Remy could feel her tighten around him and knew, the second she bowed her back and let out a low, keening cry, that she was climaxing. He withdrew quickly and slid down her body, loving her with his mouth as she released her ecstasy, lapping at her moisture until she begged him to stop. As she lay panting, he moved back up and kissed her deeply, drawing a whimper from her throat as he slid back into her, his own climax near. Soon, mouths still joined, Remy felt the tension in his groin increase then suddenly release in a shower of sparkles behind his eyes. It took a long moment for him to realize that the sparkles were not just in his head...all around him, little plasma glitters were dancing in the air. "Jubilee..."
"Sorry," she panted, "just happens sometimes..."
Remy rolled off her and pulled her to his chest, not caring that they were on the floor. "Sparkles...I know the feeling..."

"What's that?" Rahne's attention was caught by the dance of rainbow colored lights showing under Jubilee's door.
"Knowing Jubilee...could be anything," Jamie sighed. "She's weird like that, but I love her anyway."
Rahne snorted. "I'm sure ya do..." She rattled the movie in her hands. "C'mon...I want ta watch this before it gets too late..."
Jamie followed her into his room, flipping on the bedside lamps and kicking off his shoes as she set up the VCR. "What is it agai "_ "_Like Water for Chocolate _ ."2 He made a face and she giggled. "You'll like it..." _If I have anything to say about it, you'll like it! _
They settled against the headboard, Rahne leaning on his shoulder as the tape began. She held off making a move until the previews were over, using the classic yawn-and-stretch maneuver. "Neede roe room?" he asked, starting to shift to the other side of the bed.
"Daftie," she sighed, pulling him to her. The kiss surprised him and he made a muffled noise of startlement against her mouth, finally accepting her tongue when she nipped his lower lip. The movie was forgotten as her hands crept under his shirt, stroking his ribs with sure fingers.
"Rahne," he asked out of the side of his mouth, not quite breaking the kiss, "is this..."
"Shhhh..." She deepened the kiss, pulling him on top of her. Their previous attempts at lovemaking had been met with interruptions, making them increasingly frustrated. They were both more than ready, each previous try preying on their minds, building up to the point where every casual touch was burning. _Damn the age thing... _ Rahne grumbled to herself, feeling Jamie grind against her sex as she raked her nails down his back. They groping became near-frantic, clothes flying every which way as each exposed expanse of skin tempted and begged for touch, each nearly finishing before they had really begun.
"This may hurt," Jamie said, remembering the lecture he had from Remy, what seemed like eons ago. "Um...I think we need a...er..."
"No...I'm on the pill." Kitty had taken her to see Beast, each lecturing her in sexual responsibility and maturity, embarrassing her no end. Beast had given her the prescription with the mandate that she not have sex just because she was "protected." Rahne had nodded and dashed from the room, but now all she could think about was how glad she was the Kitty had dragged her to see Beast.
Jamie nodded warily, pausing to brace himself. "I'm sorry," he whispered, sliding into her. He felt his eyes roll back at the feeling of her hot, tight sheath around him, the sensation so much more intense than the few times he had touched her there with his hands. Rahne was biting her lip, making a whimpering noise in her throat, making him start to pull away. "I'm sorry..." he said again.
"Don't...don't move," she breathed, clutching his back tightly. "Just stay there a second." She took several deep breaths and finally nodded. "Okay..."
Jamie did not know what came over him. He had been scared that he would have no idea what to do their first time together, always secretly relieved when they had been interrupted before, afraid that he was about to make a fool of himself. Now, it was like some undiscovered part of his brain had been switched on. It was not beautiful, their first time, but their earnest attempts at pleasuring each other made it so in their minds. Jamie felt his climax rise almost as soon as he began to move with in her, her hisses and mewls with each movement sending sharp jabs of pleasure to his groin, making him whimper in turn as she buried her face in the crook of his neck, whispering against his skin. His release surprised him, making him cry out sharply and thrust wildly, his rhythm breaking. Rahne twisted beneath him and cried out as he released inside her, her body recognizing ancient signals and striving to respond in kind. Jamie shrank from her, shaking against her breast, her wet sex still hot against his groin. "Rahne...I'm sorry you didn't..."
"It's okay," she said after catching her breath a moment. "It's okay. You can make it up to me later..."
"Later?" he squeaked, damning his voice.
"Mmmm...later," she murmured, rolling against him to rub his back. "In a while..."
Jamie swallowed convulsively and stroked her hair. , my, my ass... _

Jean was trying very hard to block out all the feelings that were washing over her, knowing that they came from outside her own body. _I can't tell who it is but I want it to stop...either that or Scott's in for one hell of a surprise! _ She took several deep breaths and tried to focus on the screen, Kitty's movie choice for the evening playing out in all it's odd foreign glory. "What's this again?" Jean asked, sotto voce.
"_La Retour de Martin Guerre3 _ " Kitty returned. "They based _Sommersby _ on it, but this French version is supposed to be true."
"Ah. Fascinating. " _Fuck it...where's Scott? _ Jean took in the room, Kitty and Rogue murmuring something about the movie while Todd slept against Rogue's shoulder. Amara and Lance were drowsing on the floor and Kurt was curled around Kitty in an odd fashion, his tendency to blend with the dark making only his eyes visible over Kitty's shoulder. "Anyone seen my boyfriend this evenin "So "Someone looking for me?" Scott asked, entering through the kitchen. "I was out in the garage and...hey!" Jean was already in the foyer, dragging Scott along by telekinesis.
"What was that about?" Todd murmured sleepily.
"Shhh, baby...Jean's just gonna have her way with Scott now."
"Oh, good...I thought it was something serious."

Jean dragged Scott into the hall closet, now a popular trysting place for the teenagers. "Don't talk," she whispered. "Just...shut up." Scott nodded, too wrapped up in what Jean was doing with her mind and her hands to find words anyway. His shirt was removed and pants around his ankles before he knew what was happening. Jean pressed fervent kisses to his mouth and neck, flicking her tongue over one flat nipple before wrapping her arms around his neck and his legs around his hips, demanding his entry without words. Scott braced his back against the wall, Jean's weight against his length driving him deep inside her. She threw her head back in the dark closet and hissed at the feeling of his hard member filling her. "Oh, God," she groaned. Scott was inclined to agree but kept silent, following her mandate. He lifted her halfway off his manhood before thrusting her downward to fill her again. Jean began rocking her hips, making his back thump against the wall with each undulation. "Come inside me, Scott," she whispered in his ear. That was all the encouragement he needed; with an almost primal pace, he thrust into her again and again, sucking hard on one rosy nipple, so close to his lips that he could not help himself. Her climax flooded moisture down his shaft, her cries ringing in his ears for one nerve-wracking moment before he realized she was projecting mentally, not verbally. Holding her firmly against him, the base of his arousal brushing the source of her desire, Scott ground savagely against her, gasping his release, filling her womb with liquid heat as his legs shook from the effort it took to hold her, remain up right, and achieve orgasm all at once. Lowering her to the floor, he kissed her temple, now not evantianting to speak, words failing him. Jean bent to gather her pants, abandoned almost as soon as they had closed the door behind him. Feeling intensely relieved, she stood on her toes to whisper in his ear, "Next time, don't be so quiet."

Lance eyed Amara speculatively. She was asleep on his chest, snoring softly, looking innocent and relaxed. He sighed and settled back against the front of the couch, avoiding Rogue's leg and Todd's lolling tongue. _Gross...I don't care how many times I see it, it's still gross. _ "Amara," he whispered in her ear, "Bed?" She frowned a little and shifted. _Have to do this the hard way... _ "Night all..." Lance slid one arm under Amara's legs and one under her shoulders before struggling to his feet, taking her with him. There was a general murmur of goodnight as he dodged mutants and headed for the stairs, holding Amara to his chest. Her door was closed firmly, making him juggle her against one knee and his chest in order to turn the knob. "Here we are," he murmured, kicking the door shut and crossing to her bed. She was still snoring so he laid her gently down, looking at her for a moment before giving in and lying next to her. She rolled towards him and snuffled, coming awake. "You smell like popcorn."
"Kitty spilled it on me downstairs," he said with the trace of a smile in his voice.
"Ah." She stretched and rubbed her cheek on his chest, listening to his heart beneath her ear. "Tabby's gone," she murmured.
"Yep...finally," he sighed, not sure if he wanted to know just what happened to her. All he knew was that she left with Kitty one day and never came back, her things being packed and sent by courier that same afternoon. Amara stirred against him, breaking his reverie. Her rubbing was making things below the beltline come to attention rather quickly, and it struck him after a few seconds that she knew just what she was doing. "What do you think you're up to?" he teased.
"What do you think?" she whispered, slipping her hand inside his pants, finding his stiffening length. "Seems part of you has figured it out..."
Lance shoved her nightgown above her hips, earning a smile from his lover. "What'll it be tonight? Handcuffs? Spanking?"
"Just fuck me, Lance," she said, still grinning.
"Happy to oblige, ma'am," he drawled. She made short work of his zipper, exposing his hardness to the warm room. He did not hesitate, dragging one of her legs over his hip and pushing into her at the same time, squeezinr bar backside as he filled her. She closed her eyes in bliss as he began to move inside her, their clothes still on, only the necessary parts exposed. He ground against her, hearing himself grunt with the effort and her answering sighs and gasps. He felt her convulse around him, her hand slipping between them to rub her center, hastening her release. It came fast and hard, her back arching and body opening to take him all the way inside her, her soft folds melting and hot against his throbbing center. Lance bit down on her shoulder, careful not to draw blood but causing just enough pain to make Amara stifle a scream of pleasure, as his own release struck him, pumping into her with pent-up lust and affection.
"Now," she panted as he softened within her, "can I go to sleep?"
He would have been offended if not for her sly smile. "Not for a long time yet, Princess..."

_ I am going to pretend I don't hear them. I'll bitch at them in the morning... _ Logan strove to ignore the sounds coming from Amara's room, focusing his attention on Storm's door. " 'Ro? You there?"
"It's late...let me sleep," her voice answered, indeed sounding sleepy.
"No-we have to talk. I'm not going away until you open this fucking door!" he growled, not caring who heard at this point.
"_In the morning, Logan, _ " she bit out, sounding nearby.
"I didn't want to have to do this, 'Ro..." Logan took a step back and kicked the door in, feeling a vague satisfaction with the resounding splinter and crash.
"Logan! What are you doing?" she screamed in surprise.
Doors opened up and down the hall but he did not care. "You've been avoiding me all day, 'Ro and I'm sick of it. It isn't like you to hide..."
"I'm not hiding," she growled. "I'm tired and want to go to bed. We'll talk in the morning, after you fix my door!" She spun to head into her bedroom but he followed her, leaving a small group of mutants gathered at the shattered sitting room door.
"Listen to me," he all but begged, shutting the door behind him, "I realized something today and you need to know."
"What? Just tell me so I can go to bed," she sighed, sitting wearily on the edge of her large four poster.
Logan sat next to her, girding his courage for what he was about to do. "I woke up this morning and thought of you. I went to bed last night thinking of you." He sighed at her raised brow. "Ororo, I can't remember a day since I came here where I didn't do that...you're always in my thoughts, I can smell you all over this house and I love it. I want to wake up with you in the morning, I want to go to bed with you at night...damn it all, I do love you. I hate that word but I love you."
Storm stared at him for a long time, until he was sure that she would kick him out or yell at him or strike him with lightening. Finally, she said softly, "About damned time." She tilted his chin up to kiss him, sinking her hands in his hair and drawing him down as she lay against the pillows, his hands coming to cup and caress her breast. With a soft growl, he pushed her nightgown off one shoulder, trailing kissed down to her breast as his hand pushed her nightgown up, finding her center and plundering her, her body responding to his touch. He murmured his declaration against her skin over and over, working his way down her body until his mouth found her womanhood. Storm cried out softly as his mouth brushed her folds, tongue teasing the dampness there, eliciting cries and gasps as he grew bolder with his tongue, his strokes and thrusts growing stronger as she moved against him. His senses made her release that much sweeter to him, tasting her as he knew no other could, imprinting her musky scent in his brain forever. She kissed him when he came back up to lay next to her, tasting herself on his lips. He let her drink from him, pouring what he felt but could not say into his return. She broke away and murmured, "If you ever avoid me again, I'll strike you with lightening."

"What's Logan laughing about?" Kitty grumbled. "That door scared the Hell out of me!"
Kurt grinned. His acute senses, while not as strong as Logan or Beast, were still better than Kitty's. "Let's just say I think your foster father is going to give you a foster mother one day."
It took Kitty a moment to process that statement. "EW! Gross! Old people sex!"
Kurt burst out laughing. "Schatz, one day _we'll _ be old people..."
"Yeah, but that's, like, not so gross...that's us."
"And I'm sure they feel the same way abwhatwhat they just did." He chuckled as Kitty made a face, settling more comfortably against his side on the couch. They were the only ones left in the rec room, Kurt having coming in right after Rogue and Todd left. "I think Cartoon Network's showing _SeaLab 2021 _ .4"
Kitty nodded, "Better than this...what is this, anyway?"
"Er, _Real Sex. _ "
"HBO is weird." Kitty sighed. "I mean, who'd want to work at one of those sex toy factories anyway? What would you tell your kids?"
Kurt raised a brow. "That you work in the home appliances division of a plastic company?"
"Kurt!" she said, slapping his arm in mock horror. "What would your mother say?"
"The same thing..." He shrugged. "She's quite liberal, you know..." Kitty snorted and draped one leg across his lap. "Speaking of my family...what do my sisters have to say? They've written you three times since they went home and I've only gotten one letter!"
"Oh, don't be petty! Each one sent me a letter...they just all glommed together to send you one. They just wanted to say that they had a nice time and they want me to come with you when you go home at Christmas."
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"Er...I dunno..." Kitty shrugged. "I kinda hate flying..."
"Liebes, I'll be right by your side, you'll be fine!"
"And I'm kinda scared of your family en masse," she admitted, picking at imaginary lint on Kurt's shirt. "All that Teutonic-ness all at once..."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "They already love you...Mama's adopted you whether you like it or not. I can bet you anything Katja's going to try and get you up on the trapeze first hour there!"
Kitty chuckled weakly. "Great...give me incentive, why don't you?"
"Sorry, Liebes. We'll talk about it later, ja?" She nodded, her hair tickling his chin. He was quiet for a while then finally asked, "Kitty, where's Tabby?"
She stiffened by his side and murmured, "I promised her I wouldn't tell..." She failed to add that his sisters made no such promise and they were privy to all the details of the plan. "Please don't badger me about it."
"Schatz, I just worry that you're too nice to people. She's probably taking advantage of you."
Kitty shook her head. The money was in a trust, meted out by a friend of the Professor's, an accountant who cut a check once a month to Tabby for the upkeep of the apartment and for the doctor appointments. ty wty was given copies of the receipts as proof of the payments, thus satisfying Tabby's end of the deal. Her GED was already in progress and she had an interview for a job filing records in her OB/GYN's office, coincidentally Kitty's doctor as well. All of this made Kitty insanely happy that she had gone forth with the plan, despite misgivings on the Professor's and her rabbi's parts. "Kurt, trust me, please? This isn't a permanent arrangement...she knows there's only a finite amount of money and I have it set up so that she doesn't have access to it...I control it. She's keeping her end of...things...and so am I. We don't hate each other but we're never really going to be friends."
"What's she going to do with the baby?" he asked softly, wondering what Pietro knew about Tabby's situation and if he cared. _I don't care how much of a bitch she is, he's a syphilitic dick for doing this to her. _
Kitty sighed. "I'm not sure...she wants to keep it. She's afraid to give it up for adoption because she doesn't know about how the mutation will manifest. She's afraid of what will happen if the kid is found out."
Kurt shook his head. "I don't blame her. Katzchen, I don't know what I would do in her place..."
"Well, you'll never have to worry about it. For one, you're a guy, and two," she kissed him on the lips, "you've got me. I'd never leave you. Even if you were some sort of freak mutant who got knocked up _by his girlfriend! _ "
Kurt rolled his eyes and snorted. "Fuuuuuny, Schatz. You're a smartass, you know that?" He kissed her in return, pulling her on top of him as he leaned back. "But you're a _cute _ smartass!" he added, slapping her playfully on her backside.
"Just for that, no nookie for you!"
"Nookie? _Nookie _ ? Kitty, please! Call it boinking!" He snickered at her face of disgust. "Or even the horizontal hokey-pokey!"
"Oh, Geezum crow!" she sighed. "How about not?" Her nightshirt was riding up and he could feel her bare thighs against his own, his shorts that he slept in doing nothing to conceal his growing arousal. Kitty felt the press of his erection and smiled. "I take it you're more awake than I thought..."
"We're on the couch!" he gasped as she ground against him, her heat evident through his thin shorts.
"Well, we'll just have to be quiet, then!" She kissed him, biting his lower lip in the process. Kurt groaned, his tail coming to wrap around her thigh, stroking the soft skin on the inside portion. Kitty sighed and leaned forward, capturing the point of one ear between her lips. His involuntaroan oan was loud in the empty downstairs of the mansion, making them both start in surprise before Kitty relaxed, reaching between them to free Kurt from the constraints of his clothing. She slid slowly onto his length, his murmurs of "please" and "Katzchen" making her rock her hips, wanting nothing more in that moment than to feel the union their lovemaking brought. His hands held her hips, kneading the soft flesh as she murmured in return.
"I ever tell you..." he gasped, "how much I love your skin?"
"I ever tell you," she countered, " how much I love your tail?" Said tail was currently writhing around her thigh, occasionally stroking her center as she rocked against him. "I love you, Fuzzy..."
"You know what the song says," he panted, "all you need is love..."
She smirked and increased her pace, her end nearing quickly. Kurt stroked her core as she covered her mouth with one hand, stifling her moans as she felt her bones melt within her flesh, grateful for the high back of the couch to rest against. Kurt was soon after, his endearments strangled in his throat as he tried to keep quiet, begging Kitty to keep moving, to let him feel her around him, telling her that she was his goddess and he never wanted to be apart. She did not move off him as he softened within her, instead resting her forehead against his, shaking in the aftermath of mutual orgasm. "I really do love you, you know."
"I know...and I adore you to the end of time, Schatz," he sighed. Kitty murmured contentedly and sagged against him. He knew they would have to get up soon and break the spell they were under, but for now he just let her rest against him, feeling her presence keenly all the way to his soul. _Maybe they're right. Maybe all we really need is love. Maybe Kitty's right and Tabby just craved love in whatever way she should get it. Kitty may not love Tabby even as a friend, but she loves her as a person. She's so forgiving...how did the world make her like that when it makes people like Tabby? _ Kurt sighed and stroked her hair. "I love you, Kitty."
"I know."

A/N That's it...ta daaaa! New story starts tomorry...a mystery type thing inspired by Goddess Foxfeather's plotbunny! And of course, NC-17!!!



1 You know which ones I mean...those white thingies that only work if the cut's really tiny.
2 The book is SO much sexier than the movie, but what the Hell...Rahne has sophisticated tastes...lol.
3 Set during the Franco-Flemish war. Sommersby pretty much stole the plot wholesale and set it during the Civil War.
4 Funny as Hell. Trust me.