The Best LAID Plans

A small stab of guilt stole over Kurt. Just being in the same room with Kitty was interrupting her sleep. She'd probably been resting peacefully until he and his hormones came barging back in to her subconscious. He finished with the fish and lay out the cleaned fillets in a pan to be seasoned and cooked. Then he returned to the stream with a bar of soap to wash. A selfish part of his mind wanted Kitty to be fully rested when he returned. The water was so cold it was painful, but he washed himselmplempletely and let his fur air-dry. Then, on a whim, he picked some wild flowers he found growing near the river. When he returned to the cabin,
Kitty was still dozing on the cot. He added some dill and butter from the cooler he had with him to the fillets and began slicing some more fruit.

Kitty woke to the smell of cooking fish. She opened her eyes and saw Kurt's lean back in front of the fire. She turned on her side and watched him for a moment. She could see part of his face in front of the flames. His pointed ears stuck up through his hair, but otherwise his features were quite normal. The sharpness of his cheekbones coupled with a straight nose and moderately full lips made an altogether handsome face. Neither of them were empaths or mind readers, but she had always known when he was near her. It seemed to become an unconscious reflex for her over the years. Kurt would enter her vicinity, whether they acknowledged each other or not, and a small corner of her brain would relax. Friendship was like that. A comfort to know when one's friends are close. But with Kurt, it went beyond that.

As if he sensed her looking at him, Kurt turned and met Kitty's gaze. He retained the unguarded, soft expression on his face for a second before masking it behind a pleasant smile.

"Schliefen Sie gut?" He asked. The little German she'd learned was enough in this case. He wanted to know if she'd slept well. She shook her head slightly. It wasn't a lie, though she was rested, she hadn't slept well. She had missed his presence after making such a strong connection with him. She didn't sit up, but continued to watch him. He stood and placed the frying pan he was carrying on the small hearth beside the fire. He walked over to the bed and sat beside her. His gentle expression was still in place, but Kitty remembered the look of raw hunger that had been plain to her when he's first looked at her. And she knew, now, that it had been hiding behind his smiles for a long time.

Kurt wore only his shorts and Kitty noticed that his hair was damp and guessed that he'd been in the river. He smelled clean and fresh. Never more than a faint trace of soap did she ever detect on him. She liked the clean way he smelled and closed her eyes, inhaling gently. She reached her arms above her head and flexed her bare toes, allowing herself the sensuous pleasure of a full-body stretch. The action raised her shirt and bared a strip of pale skin above her shorts. Kurt rested his hand on her hop and his thumb brushed the bare skin of her stomach. He knew why she hadn't slept well and intended to rectify the situation.

Kitty's body reacted immediately to the contact. It was happy that its mate had returned. She took a deep breath and tried to slow her racing heart. Kurt smiled, knowing what she was going through. He placed his other hand at her waist and pushed up her shirt, bringing more skin out to the fire-warmed air of the cabin. She didn't protest. It would have been futile and uncomfortable to deny the inevitable. She and Kurt were lovers now, at least for the present, and in the small, private world of Logan's cabin, there was no room for shyness. He already knew her intimately.

Kurt lowered his head and pressed his lips to the pristine flesh of Kitty's stomach. Without raising his gaze, he pushed her shirt up and Kitty removed it along with her bra. His kisses had intent, but were not hurried. He moved up to her breasts and used his mouth on them while his hands busied themselves with her shorts. They were naked in no time and Kurt pulled the blanket over them, not for warmth, but because he craved some feeling of normalcy to their joining. Snuggled in the cocoon of his best friend's arms, Kurt took his time and went slowly. He entered her carefully, using his thick fingers to stretch her out first.

Kitty slid her fingers into Kurt's hair and brought his head down to kiss her, sucking his tongue into her mouth like she'd done before. He made a purring sound in his chest that gave her a tingle of pleasure. His tail was wrapped around her thigh, clenching spasmodically in rhythm with his slow thrusting. The spaded tip snaked up between their lean bodies and settled on the spot where they met. Their climax was slow building and satisfying. Kitty came, gasping and moaning softly. Kurt who usually tried to keep his pleasure silent, was calling out to her in German. This joining was somehow more powerful for him and much more pleasurable. When he climaxed, he felt his seed burst forth as he lay buried inside her and panted, amazed. It was only a few heartbeats later that he realized what had happened.

"Mein Gott." He rasped. "I forgot the condom." He tensed, ready to leap out of the bed, but Kitty locked her ankles and held him in place.

“Relax, Elf.” She said, pulling his head down for another kiss. “I’ve had the Depo shot. Do I need to worry about anything else?"

“Nein, mein ange.” He said, relieved. “I always used protection before today.” Then he propped himself up on his elbows and regarded her. “I was certain that you had slept with Lance.” His eyebrows quirked. “At least you never denied it when everyone assumed.”

“Well, I guess I didn’t mind people thinking I had experience. It’s not like we never touched each other even though we didn’t have sex.” She shrugged. “Anyway, I didn’t feel like fessing up to my virginity status just to quell a rumor, it goes against my principles of privacy to do that.”

“Makes sense.” Kurt agreed. “The fish is going to be cold. Want to eat?” Kitty nodded and he gave her a quick kiss before lifting himself off her. She rolled onto her side and watched him as he separated his shorts from the pile of clothes on the floor. She felt an odd contentment. Lying naked in bed with Kurt so close. She pushed the thought away and went to the bathroom to wash up for dinner. When she returned, she was please to notice a bunch of flowers sitting in a glass jar on the table.

“Why don’t you think Jean and Logan interrupted us?” Kitty asked, delicately. She had just cut off an edge of the tender trout with her form and paused with it in mid air. “If they came this far, just to turn around and leave, it doesn’t make much sense.”

“Good question.” Kurt said. “I don’t know why.”

Jean was in the shower, rinsing out her hair. It had been a long drive back to the mansion. Now most of the students were in bed and Logan had yet to speak to her since he’d left the note on the van. She couldn’t stop thinking about what she’d done to Logan back in the woods. She felt a little guilty about using her teke on him. In the woods, she’d been looking for Kitty, but had accidentally opened up a link during a very inopportune moment. For as long as it took her to realize how close she was to Kitty’s emotions and instinctively slam down a shield between them, she’d felt Kurt Wagner inside her body. Shielded, she still felt a dimmer sense of lust and heat from them both. The intoxicating sensation was a little too much for her and she’d become carried away.

Logan had been affected when she’d shown him what she’d seen. His animal lust had washed over her and she’d seen images from his fantasies. The temptation of taking control of the Wolverine had come and she didn’t even try to resist. He was a man and she knew he wanted her. She was a woman and powerful enough to control him. At least for a little while. She wondered, however, how long it would be before she had to deal with the consequences of her actions in the woods. The way Logan had spoken to her, saying that Kurt’s emotions were an excuse for her behavior made her curious. Did he think she was hoping for an opportunity to catch him alone?

Jean wasn’t a stranger to sex. Being telepathic, she caught many memories and fantasies. She wasn’t a virgin either. She’d managed to get Scott to relax enough to make love, and he’d been quite enthusiastic about it, but their working relationship began to suffer so she’d broken it off. She knew he still had feelings, but he was too much of a control freak to let them influence his behavior. Now she shut off the water and reached for her towel, but it wasn’t there. She looked around her and noticed that her clothes were gone too. She immediately sent out a mental probe but found nothing. Didn’t mean that no one was there. Her other senses, the prickling along her spine, told her that she wasn’t alone.

The lights turned off and she stood, dripping wet in the dark. She knew who was in the room with her. She put up her shields automatically when she heard his voice growl at her in the dark.

“Jeannie.” It echoed around her in the tiled shower room. “Time to pay the piper.”