Institutionalized

INSTITUTIONALIZED CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies and BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE (tm), I think Steed is passing out bowlers...I could've sworn I saw one on Billy a minute ago. InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink are loverly because they archive. :) Readers/Reviewers: The Killer Kitties (tm) and their Minions (tm) have taken my car keys and seem to be heading for Louisiana...they want to go gambling, it seems. At least the armadillos have enough sense to take the tour bus. And thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou for reading! *dances happily *

In the hours that seemed like days that passed between the return to the Institute and the Professor's grand inquisition, Kurt thought he might never sleep. He had been so deprived that it seemed his body had forgotten what to do when confronted with a bed and a full stomach, albeit a stomach that was protesting strongly to the sudden influx of food. He laid very still for a long time on top of his sheets, barely registering how cool they were under his skin and the faint scent of his mother's perfume on his clothes after her marathon of hugs, the very barely discernable impression under his fur that his father's fingers had made as he gripped his son's arm in silent gratitude for his safety, for the safety of all the students there. His sisters had been more prosaic. Erika was still out like a light and Katja and Anja had gone straight to sleep themselves once given the chance. When Kurt had run into Anja in the kitchen later, she had stemmed his verbal waterfall of worry and admonishments with a barely audible, "Klappe, Kurti...", retrieved a glass of water and trundled back to the study where she was stretched out with Katja on the sofas. Kurt had finished the large plate of food that seemed to take forever to diminish and forced himself to walk to his room rather than teleport. The bed had been inviting at first but once he was in it, he was wide awake, desperate for sleep to overtake him. His brief, aborted encounter with Kitty had served only to make his nerves even more frazzled, the raw worry translated into need and clinging desire and urges so old they did not have a name anymore now bubbling in his veins like acid, making him ashamed and agitated all at once. He knew Kitty was right in a sense, that it was not the best time for such a thing, but he could not really think of a better time, a more fitting way to thank heavens they both lived through one of the more strange experiences of their short lives and that they seemed to be all the better for it. Rolling onto his side when he finally realized the pressure at the small of his back was because he was laying on his tail, Kurt pulled one of his pillows from beneath his head and crunched it into a lump against his chest, drawing his knees tight against it and hugging it as if it were a life preserver and he a drowning man. He had been thinking of Kitty almost nonstop since he had ported into Emma's car but he had allowed more important (he finally did admit to himself that some things were more important than Kitty at times) thoughts and worries to take the fore for a long while. Now that he was no longer in fear of his life, not as much at any rate, now that he was not running and seeking and desperate and weak (not as much), Kurt found his thoughts wrought in Kitty again. Part of him wondered if it were entirely healthy to think of her so much, to want her body and mind and soul and need for her to want him the same way, but he knew in his heart of hearts that that need was surface only. Deep down, folded in petals and secrets, ones that Kitty knew of but he never had to voice, not really, was the sustaining sort of love, the kind that did not always lust for the flesh but appreciated it and coexisted with it nonetheless, the sort that when that lust was satiated did not immediately close in on itself but rather radiated and encompassed the other person with such a burning brightness that they could not help but feel it as well.
Kitty stood for a moment inside the doorway, the carpet thick and a little cool under her toes. She felt cold then, the air conditioning raising gooseflesh up and down her bare legs and arms where her nightshirt did not cover. Kurt did not see her yet but she still self consciously tugged at the him of the old shirt, one of Logan's, she thought, mainly because it smelled like cigars and a little bit like motor oil, but oddly enough not unpleasantly so. Kurt seemed to be having some sort of inner struggle, judging by the look on his face-all tight and pinched, entirely unlike his usual countenance. She padded softly to the edge of the bed and wondered why he could not feel her presence as she could his and was momentarily disheartened and nearly lost her courage but she saw his lips moving silently, repeating something over and over that she could not make out, no matter how she strained her eyes in the dark room. Quietly, she dropped to her knees and reached out her hand, hovering just above his shoulder for what seemed like an eternity but it was in actuality no more than a minute, before softly touching his arm and murmuring his name. Kurt's eyes snapped open and he stared hard at her as if he did not think she were real. "Kurt," she said again, "it's just me." She felt the flesh and muscle beneath her hand contract and she realized that he was squeezing the pillow tightly as he looked at her.
He did not move but something seemed to change just beneath his surface, rippling through him and making him moreso than before. "You're never "just" anything, Kitty," he said softly. "Are you really here?"
"Yes...why wouldn't I be?" she asked in equal tones, tilting her head to one side quizzically. She slid her hand down his arm until she found his wrist then his fingers, twining them with hers. "I couldn't sleep."
"Me either." Without another word, he edged over in the bed, making room for her without letting go of her hand. Neither mentioned earlier events but the promise hung heavy in the air as it always seemed to for the past year, and Kurt was okay with that, the promise without necessary fulfillment.
Kitty sighed and settled against him, her back to him at first but then, after some restless shifting, she turned to face him, tucking her head beneath his chin and their joined hands between them, against her breast and his heart. "I'm sorry I put you off earlier."
Kurt was silent for a while and finally responded, "Don't be. You were right. It was so soon and we were...probably still are...very emotional about things." He thought of Rogue then, of all people, and wondered just what she was going through, having not only Empath in her head but the knowledge that she had killed someone, even though it was an accident of self defense. He was very glad that the only thing he had to deal with was being exhausted and a little beaten and sorely in need of being in Kitty's embrace, even if it was mostly innocent.
"I was scared to death, Kurt," she finally admitted, her voice breaking a little. Her words seemed to open a floodgate between them and they both began speaking at once, voices layering over one another, sometimes the same but mostly different, shared fears and chastisements turning into endearments of relief. Sometime in the conversation, they began touching more than talking, fingers brushing haway way from eyes, legs rubbing almost inadvertently against one another, the mutual rise and fall of their breathing oddly synchronized. It was not long before Kitty sighed and tilted her face up to say something but instead brushed her lips against the corner of Kurt's mouth as he lowered his own head to whisper something to her. They both froze like deer in the headlights then, movement only coming after what seemed like an interminable pause. Kitty took initiative, pressing against him as she tentatively broke the hold she had on his hand, her fingers nearly creaking in protest of movement as she reached up to lay her palm against his cheek, drawing him into the kiss by degrees.
Kurt nearly shuddered as her lips first brushed his chin, then his lips, then the bridge of his nose and then his closed eyelids. Kitty lingered there for a moment longer than she had anywhere else and it seemed to him that she was blessing him somehow, trying to make things better in body and spirit if not in mind as well. He did not have long to consider this as she wiggled closer, moving higher against his body to equalize the distance between their lips, the drag of her softness and curves along his legs and torso making him groan softly, his arousal becoming obvious to her then. A smile fluttered across her features before she kissed him again, her lips parted enough to catch his lower one, sealing herself to him in breath and flesh. She did not rush the embrace, reveling in the feel of his hand pressing against her lower back, his breath tickling her as he tried not to beg entry to her mouth and failed. She closed her eyes finally at the first tentative dart of his tongue against hers, the warmth of the kiss becoming pure heat as their limbs began to intertwine, any sense of reality and time slipping to a secondary concern. Kitty shivered when her shirt was pushed up under her arms and she reluctantly broke the kiss, allowing Kurt to pull the thin t-shirt over her head. Her fingers did not seem to want to obey her mind as she fumbled with the tie on his pajama bottoms, wanting to scream in frustration as she seemed to only make the knot tighter rather than looser. Fumbling nearly as badly as she, Kurt joined the efforts and finally, with an irritated growl, he ripped the tie loose and looked unabashed at his urgency. Kitty kissed him again, this time with feverish need as his hands found her bare breasts, soft and yielding under the insistent pressure of his fingers as she moved her lips from his then to his ear and then to his throat, her kisses erratic in her need.
Kurt movmpatmpatiently against her without realizing it, his length rubbing against her hip as he moved to capture one of the turgid pink peaks of her breasts between his teeth, nipping and drawing on her as she mewled and arched against him. He lifted her against him then, one arm behind her back as his other sought to brace himself against the bed. He could not get close enough to her, it seemed, needing to drink her in anyway he could just so he could be sure she was there and real and his, the disbelief even after a year still unsettling, the thought that Kitty was actually in love with him sometimes taking him off guard at unexpected moments and making him need to seek her out, just to make sure... Kitty's head fell back and her lips parted in a nearly perfect O of pleasure and happiness as Kurt nuzzled her breasts, tasting her skin and leaving his mark, barely visible but still there for any who would look. Her fingers sought and found purchase against his arms, squeezing him tightly as she tried to stay quiet, tried not to beg him for release from the heat boiling through her. She arched again, the teasing feel of his fur against her bare skin almost too much tor; sr; she shifted then and drew him down onto the bed again, laying against his pillows and parting her legs, binding him to her by clasping her ankles behind his back and nodding slightly.
He paused for a moment before entering her, his urgent arousal just barely pressing into her wet entrance, the heat of her and her barely suppressed ache tangible in the still room. Finally, some tiny movement on her part made him push into her: a slight shudder visible on her skin, the slowly indrawn breath, the arch of her throat as she closed her eyes and seemed to melt into the bed and him at once... Kurt did not take the time to pick out which it was that made him want her then, made waiting a second longer impossible.
Kitty felt herself change within to accommodate him inside her. She felt him become still once fully in her folds and she shivered again, the lack of movement almost more tantalizing that anything he could have done then. She sighed as he began a slow pace, building inevitably as they often did to a nearly frantic groping and thrusting rhythm, seeking and giving release as quickly as they could. She felt all of the stress and anger and sadness and panic and every emotion within her melt together like metal, red hot and oozing, pouring into a common cauldron to bubble and boil and become something new and lovely, entirely unlike the original darkness that had plagued her for the past few days. The bubbling cauldron within her made her almost wild beneath Kurt, scratching at his back in her quest for control, trying to hold herself still when she knew she could not, Kurt's movements within and against her making her feel like flying apart. The familiar and always surprising sparks of sensation began low in her body, moving up in fast spirals until she could contain it no longer and she cried out, clutching at him desperately as waves of release wracked her body.
Kurt was not long after her, the feeling of her body convulsing and drawing against him, the heat and softness of Kitty begging him let go. His own climax seemed to take him by surprise even though he felt it's inevitability a bit beforehand. He buried his face in Kitty's neck as she shuddered in the final throes of her own completion he he groaned her name over and over, endearments and proper names mingling with nonsense words and half-formed syllables that he would not remember later as she murmured her responses, stroking his back and hair and clinging to him with her legs when he finally was spent. They did not speak again for the rest of the nigh but rather lay awake, not bothering to feign sleep for the sake of the other's rest, holding onto one another and just existing.

A/N Well, that was fluffy, huh? Next chapter, Wanda, Tabby, Warren, Emma...oh, hell. Lots of people. And some pl¦ Ù