Hiding

Still don't own anything. 'Cept Roisin, Sandy, Ron and the yellowish reptilian babies. All the rest is Marvel Comics property

“Yeah, besides on the tail. Down my back, in like a line. From my neck, see?” Roisin lifted her hair up so Kurt could see a thin line of brown fur that started in a V shape and apparently continued all the way down.

“How far down does it go?” Kurt stopped for a moment, unable to believe he’d actually just said that out loud. “I mean…um…did you always have the tail? Or did it come when your mutations manifested? I was born like this, I’ve always been blue and furry. How about you?” Kurt placed the salad on the table and walked over to where Roisin was now seasoning the potatoes. She placed them in the oven on the rack above the chicken.

“Um…always had the tail and the eyes...the gracefulness too. The fabric thing didn’t come about till I was like 13 and that was great cause I was able to make clothes that fit over my tail. I don’t suppose I have to tell you how hard it is to find pants that fit over a tail, right? Well it was hard to find stuff so I just made outfits to wear. Some of it was pretty tacky, you can ask Logan about that, he’ll tell you I used to dress pretty bad. Like a hooker, actually. When you're young like that you think "grown up" means "cheap." School was awful anyway, it's hard enough being a teenaged girl in this day and age and it's not made any easier having inhuman eyes and a tail. My parents were good to me though, they tried their best to understand. Sometimes I think my mom knew something that she never told me, but you know I was young and if you are a teenaged girl in America, you automatically assume your parents are stupid and were born the age they are now. But..I thought sex equalled love, you know? Like if the guys wanted to sleep with me then they must really care about me and at least someone liked me. So cheap was my style of dress. It's embarassing to look back on now, I think I have some photos I'll show you if I drink enough. Though I think that’s what attracted Logan in the first place, the cheap look, you've seen the girls he goes after in bars, right? …anyways, this needs about a half hour or so…Let me show you around, since you’ll be staying here, you’d probably like to know where the bathroom is.” Kurt couldn't help think that she sounded a little like a record being pl on on the too fast speed. Damn she could talk fast...

Roisin grabbed Kurt’s hand, marveling at the way his strange fingers felt in her hand. Absentmindedly, she ran her fingers over them again and again. She pulled him out of the kitchen and back down the hall towards the living room where he could now see ahead of him another curtain. She pulled it out of the way and he saw that there was a flight of stairs there. She led him up the stairs, still rubbing his fingers, obviously oblivious of the effect it was having on him. His heart was pounding in his chest and he felt himself becoming extremely aroused.

“Obviously she doesn’t know what this is doing…At least she’s not fingering the tail, don’t know if I could stop myself then…” he thought to himself as she pointed out the bathroom at the top of the stairs to the left. It was tiny, dimly lit, but Kurt couldn't help appreciate the clawed foot bathtub. The toilet actually had a pull chain to flush it, like the ones in Europe. Roisin saw his gaze and laughed a little.

"Yeah...interesting decor, right? I wish I could "make" fixtures and stuff like I can clothes but no luck Can't work in porcelain. Or metal. Whoever put this in when they built this place obviously had some strong ties to the old country, I guess." She shrugged.

“I try to keep it pretty clean, but I’m not really into cleaning, but I think it’s ok. There are extra towels in the cabinet here-“ she let go of his hand and pointed to a beat up looking cabinet that had paint peeling off of it. She grabbed his hand again and pulled him across the hallway from where the bathroom was.

This was obviously the bedroom. There was a queen sized bed with a patchworked quilt on top of it with intricate embroidery around the edges. There were a few more classic movie posters and a few stuffed animals. The closet across the room was full to bursting with more clothes than Kurt had ever seen before. His mouth fell open, dumbfounded. Xavier would never have tolerated a mess like this in the mansion. Roisin followed his eyes and laughed.

“Yeah. It’s hard for me to throw anything out.” She gestured at the pile. “Um, the couch downstairs is really uncomfortable…tomorrow I can make some more pillows and stuff to make it more bearable…you can sleep up here until then, there are extra blankets over here. Roisin let go of his hand and dove across the bed, tail up in the air. She was reaching around underneath the bed for something and Kurt was staring openly at her tail waving in the air, so much so that he didn’t hear the crash at first. When he shook himself out of his daze he saw that she was no longer on the bed but on the floor behind it and that the nighttable by the bed was also on the floor- along with about a hundred pieces of paper, books, and candles.

“Sorry. I’m really a spaz.” She said, trying to get up. Kurt was across the room in a second, helping her to her feet.

“Are you all right? Did you hurt yourself?” He asked, holding her out and looking her over. She blushed.

“I’m fine. Thank you. Wow you really are the gentleman, aren't you? I'm not used to guys being so...polite and chivalrous and all that. You better be careful, you'll ruin me for the rest of mankind. Well, mutant kind. I tend not to date non mutants, the only ones into me have some kind of tail fetish and it's little creepy. Anyways, I still need to get the blankets.” She smiled and dropped down to her knees in front of him before slithering halfway under the bed. Kurt swallowed deeply and then got down on the floor next to her. Remember she just went on and on about you being a gentleman. That's how you were raised and that's what you are, Kurt! Stop replaying the image of her dropping to her knees in front of you and pull yourself together!

“Roisin, there’s no way you’re sleeping on that couch. Let me sleep there, after all you’re doing me this kindness, there’s no way I can allow you to sleep there. This is your home, you should have the bed.” He said to her in the darkness under the bed.

“Well,” she said, pulling the blankets out from a box crammed tightly under the boxspring, “it’s a pretty big bed. We could share, if that’s ok with you? I didn't mean it like that, I mean, I won’t touch you, I mean-I’m gonna shut up now.” Roisin went silent. She cursed herself for her seeming inability to stop speaking like a Valley Girl. She didn't even really like that movie, for Christ's sake yet she still babbled on like a giddy 14 year old with a crush. Pathetic...

“Roisin, obviously I don’t expect you to touch me! Not that I’d be opposed to it, I’ve been dying to feel your tail all evening.” Kurt whispered, grateful for the darkness under the bed. He looked up and saw her eyes glowing in the dark. Did she look angry? Had he gone too far? He was really out of practice here...the seminary certainly hadn't given lessons on trying to get into girl's pants.

“Really? Here, go ahead. I think I feel most like a Siamese. But I pet a plain old mixed cat once and she felt a lot like my fur.” Roisin grabbed Kurt and pulled him out from underneath the bed, sitting him down on it next to her. She twisted to the side so that her tail was in his lap and it swished around him, caressing his face softly.

“Wow. It is soft. Very. Softer than my fur is, I’m afraid.” Kurt said, thinking how he had never imagined that he’d be discussing the softness of his tail compared to someone else’s- especially not a beautiful girl’s. Roisin grabbed for his tail, stroking the length of it and fingering the pointed end.

“I don’t know. It’s pretty soft to me. I like it. Especially the tip, it feels like silk.” She ran it against her cheek and Kurt shuddered.

“Oh! I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” Roisin looked up at him. He shook his head and smiled a little.

“Not at all, little one. Quite the opposite, in fact." He glanced down at his pants which were now tented in a very ungentlemanly way. Roisin looked down too, blushing when she saw. Kurt cringed, waiting for the slap which he was sure would follow instantly. He'd seen those sharp little nail points and wasn't looking forward to digging fur out of puncture wounds on his face.

“Oh. My tail feels good too…I love when someone pets it…” she whispered. Pausing for a moment, she looked into his eyes. The lack of pupils didn't seem to faze her, Kurt felt as though she really was looking right into his eyes- he could see it. He gulped. She leaned in towards him, putting her hands on the sides of his face and pulling him closer to her. He closed his eyes and leaned in to her, placing his lips softly on hers. In a matter of moments he was on top of her, the soft gentle kissing having been replaced with feverish, passionate kissing and biting. She was nibbling on his ear, her sharp little teeth sending electrifying waves down his entire body. His hands ran down the length of her, over her breasts straining against her shirt and down between her legs before coming back up and caressing her face. Their tails both stuck out to the side and he twisted his around hers. He could hear her moaning, her breathing rapid and shallow and he felt himself losing control. He wanted to pull the clothes off of her, gaze at her body, run his hands and tail down the trail of fur she'd shown him a glimpse of. He wanted to plunge himself inside of her, feel her around him, hear her call his name. He reached for the button on her jeans, encouraged by her whimpers and the bucking of her hips. Suddenly Father Whitney’s voice came back to him “COULDN’T CURB YOUR LUSTFUL DESIRES"…followed by a wicked laugh. Kurt pulled away and jumped back, halfway across the room in an instant. Roisin sat up, adjusting her shirt and looking up at him. She looked like she was about to cry.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry, I never should have…” the buzzer on the stove went off and Roisin jumped off the bed and ran down the stairs into the kitchen. Kurt still stood in the alcove by the window where he’d leapt to, wishing he could undo the last five minutes. He’d wanted her, desperately, and he’d felt that she’d wanted him too. Yet he couldn’t help feeling that it was wrong. To cave into his desires so easily…after all this time. A few minutes with a pretty girl and he was already trying to undress her. Hopefully he could correct the damage he’d done, and Roisin wouldn’t just throw him out in the street.