Moment

Having been absent from Vegas for less than twenty-four hours, Kurt and Kitty returned to their hotel room. They hadn't had the opportunity to check out yet. Logan joined them and they sat around the small room discussing their plan of approaching the hospital. Eventually they worked out a general stealthy entrance and exit. Logan would steal an orderly uniform and Kitty and Kurt would do their best not to be seen.

Upon entering the hospital under the guise of visitors, Kurt and Kitty took the stairs to the administrative offices.tty tty checked them all until she came to an empty one. She and Kurt phased inside and Kurt damaged the lock in order to give them extra time to escape. Kitty went to work on the computer, inserting her disk with her other program. She called this one ‘Clandestine’. It took a little longer to download information, but it was virtually traceless. She used it to filter the hospital’s records. It took her a few minutes to find what she was looking for.
A filter labeled ‘Code G’ revealed the medical histories of patients who’d been identified with the X-Gene. Their medical information was pulled in by the filter and Kitty realized, by looking at the dates of the patients' last visits, that they hadn gan gathering information or years. It took some more hunting before she was able to locate the computer that accessed the filter. She tracked it to its user and sent all of the information to the computer on the jet that was programmed to receive and transmit to Hank at the mansion.

“So who are we lookin’ for?” Logan asked, once they left the office. He was leaning casually against the wall.

“Jaine Bridger,” Kitty answered. “Her computer is the terminal that accessed the filter exclusively.” “Her office is on the fourth floor, room 426.”

“You two go check out of the hotel and wait for me at the jet. I’ll have a little chat with the administrator and see if I can’t find out a little more about the arrangement between the hospital and Trask.”

"Here’s her address.” Kitty handed him a piece of paper. “In case she’s not here.”

“Thanks, half-pint,” he said with a humorless smile. “I’ll call if it looks like I have to go hunting.”
Kurt and Kitty left as quietly as they’d arrived. So far the mission was a success. They took the car Logan had rented back to the hotel and Kitty began tossing her things back into her suitcase.rt crt called the front desk to let them know that they’d be checking out.

“So how long do you think Logan will be?” Kurt asked, casually. Kitty turned and caught his glance. He was trying to look innocent.

“Might be only a few minutes, maybe a few hours.” She tried not to smile as the butterflies began to dance in her stomach. The way he was looking at her made her tingle between her legs.

“Really?” He asked, walking toward her with a graceful, yet wholly predatory manner. “Then there’s no telling when we’ll have a chance to be really alone, right?”

“Well, there is a lock on my door at Xavier’s.” Kitty was backing up, her cheeks were already flushed and she put her suitcase down on the floor.

“I’m very sorry Katzchen,” he said, loosening his tie and unfastening his belt. “I’m afraid I just can’t take the chance that we’ll be waiting in the jet for hours. I won’t be able to wait that long and I doubt that Logan will just sit back and allow us to begin our membership in the mile-high club.”

“You’re probably right,” Kitty agreed. Then he was on her.
Kurt’s arms went around her and he attacked her mouth while pushing her backwards until the back of her legs hit the edge of the mattress. He broke act act with her in order to pull back the bedspread and sheets. Kitty bounced on the bed and Kurt covered her body. She removed hie aie and tore open his shirt, wanting to get her hands on him. He growled deep in his chest and slipped his hand up her skirt, dragging her panties down. She started to slide back on the mattress but he stopped her with his hands, and dropped to his knees. He removed her blouse and skirt, dropping them carelessly on the floor, to be joined by his shirt and her bra. Still kneeling, he brought one of her knees over his shoulder.

“Why can’t I keep away from you?” he whispered against her thigh, kissing the inside of it. Kitty looked down at him, her eyes glazed with lust. “I can’t think when you’re around, I can’t sleep knowing how close you are and I can’t be alone with you and not touch you, kiss you, taste you. Why, Katzchen?”

It was a rhetorical question; he didn’t expect her to answer, at least not in words. He lowered his face and nuzzled her, taking in her scent. His tongue flicked out, giving her a soft lick. She gasped as her fingburiburied themselves in her hair. He placed a palm on her stomach and pushed her flat on her back. Then hved ved his tongue inside her and her hands fisted in the fitted sheet beneath her. She writhed and jerked like a puppet on strings as his mouth and fingers drove her insane.

“God, Kurt,” she gasped. “It’s too much.” When he took her clitoris between his lips and sucked on it, she arched her back off the bnd dnd dug her heel into his ribs.

When Kitty ‘s vision cleared she heard a soft chuckle from between her legs. Kurt had a self- satisfied grin on his face and observed hrom rom his position on the floor.

“Has no one ever done that with you?” he asked.

“Uh, no.” She pushed herself up on her elbows. “You’re certainly pleased with yourself.” His smiled widened. She sat up and held out her hand; he took it and stood up. Kitty reached for the front of his trousers and unfastened them. She pulled his hips toward her and pressed her face into his furry stomach. The muscles were hard beneath the velvety pelt. She kissed him and ran her nails up and down his back. When he was close, she felt his erection push at her collarbone. She tugged his khaki trousers down to his knees and grinned as his penis poked through the front of his boxers. “Is this for me?” she asked, smiling innocently and bating her eyes at him.

“Along with the rest of me, Liebchen.” Kurt placed his hands on her shoulders and kissed her, then he placed a knee on the mattress between her legs and deepened the pressure on her mouth. He took his time, playing with her lips and tongue, giving her a taste of herself too. He lay her flat again and came down on top, balancing his weight on his elbows. He reached a hand back to assist her with the removal of his tail from his shorts. She eased them down his hips and he kicked them away.

Kitty and Kurt moved themselves around until they were lying under the covers. Kurt turned his attention to her breasts and took some precious minutes to lave them with his tongue and nip at them with careful fangs. He parted her legs and settled himself between them, easing the swollen head of his erection into her moist heat. He moved his lips up her neck and chin, and then he brushed her hair back from her face and looked down into her eyes, heavy lidded with arousal. He held the sides of her face still and watched her expression as he eased himself in. Even moving a bare inch at a time, he felt her body give wayuctauctantly. She was so hot and slick and tight he had to even out his breathing and concentrate on keeping his movements smooth and slow. She was small and he was rather large. Not abnormally huge, but big enough so that they would always be a tight fit.

Kitty's face tensed and she bit her lip at the sensation of her body accepting him. When Kurt was about halfway in, he withdrew and thrust in a little further. She sighed and moved her hips under him to take hiepereper. When he was imbedded to the hilt, Kurt stopped.

"What's wrong?" Kitty asked, a little short of breath.

"This is how it should have been with us, mein Katzchen," he said, brushing her forehead with his lips. He started to thrust slowly. "This is how I wanted that night to end. This is how I imagined making love to you."

"Me too, Fuzzy." She wrapped her arms around him and began to meet his pelvis. He moved faster and with more urgency now and his tail slipped out from under the covers, it thrashed back and forth and its movement pushed the covers down, baring their naked bodies. Kitty thought they looked just right, his dark blue against her skin was a perfect compliment. She ceased thinking altogether when his rhythm became erratic and he began to plunge and pound away on top of her. She felt filled and complete when he came inside her. She felt contented and happy, covered by his body and wrapped in his arms.

Logan arrived at the spot in the woods where their jet lay hidden approximately four hours after Kurt and Kitty had left the hospital. He wasn't happy, but he was satisfied that he now had what he'd come for. He held out a small black box and pressed a button, opening the hatch of the black bird. The stairway lowered and he was up them and approaching the cockpit befohe she stairs touched the ground. Kitty and the Elf were sitting in the pilot seats, talking quietly. He was glad they'd at least had the decency to shower after their post-op romp.

"Herr Logan," Kurt said, standing up. "What did you get?"

"A lot of whining, a couple of 'No, please don'ts' and some high pitched squeals." He grinned at Kitty. "But we don't have to mention those last ones to Hank." The girl blushed to the roots of her hair. "Hey, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do to get a little information."

"I'll remember that," the young man sitting in the copilot's seat said.

"Great, I'm gonna crack open a cold one, you two fly us home straight away. I've gotta get Hank on the line anyway." With that, Logan strolled back to the jet's bathroom and left his two protegees to pilot the jet home.

"I guess our part of this whole fiasco is done," Kitty said, glancing at Kurt from her seat. He looked up from the console. "I mean, unless the Professor needs us to break into something else, which I'm completely willing to do, but --um." She looked out the windshield again. "If not, I'll be--uh, going back to school to finish up the semester."

"It was good of you to take time out from school to help us out." He was being cautiously formal. "I know Logan was looking forward to seeyou you again as well."

"I know he's been keeping tabs on me," Kitty said with a small smile. "I'm not mad though, I'd have been insulted if he'd just let me go without a fight."

"Really?" Kurt looked curious. "How do you know?"

"Well, the fact that he'd stock up my fridge every couple of weeks with healthy stuff and drink all my beer was a pretty good hint." Kurt laughed. "I think the Professor was using some of his influence as well. I noticed a few proverbial doors open a little easier for me than with some others, and I don't think it was a coincidence that I was assigned a roommate who was sympathetic to mutants. She's the one I live with now too, at the apartment."

"Are you happy?" Yellow eyes regarded her closely as she considered his question.

"Life is pretty normal for me, I have challenges, like work, school and a social life, but I'm not fighting for my life all the time, and people don't know I'm a mutant." She looked a little ashamed. "I suppose it is for safety. But I'd rather be judged on merit any day of the week, instead of my genes."

"Amen."

"There are support groups on campus for gays, for women, for Jews, and even Physics majors," she said with a chuckle. "But no public groups for mutants. Emotions are still a little raw since mutants rights are still up in the air."

"You didn't answer my-"

"No, I'm not happy," she blurted out. "But I'm content." Kurt nodded and turned back to the console. They flew in silence for a while until Logan returned to the cockpit.

"You were too young to be drinking beer anyway," he said, sitting behind Kitty. "Don't know what Charlie did for you over the years, he's never been one to brag."

"It was nice to be looked after since my parents were a little wrapped up in their divorce."

"I heard about that, sorry Punkin." Logan reached a hand up and touched her shoulder. "The flight from the institute to Chicago isn't that far in the Blackbird." He nudged Kurt, none too subtly. "Maybe you could fly down here for the occasional …weekend."

"Logan!" Kitty was blushing. "Cut it out! Anyway I work on the weekends, but I'll keep it in mind."

"Do that." They were approaching the Institute and Kitty concentrated on landing, she hadn't flown for three years and Kurt was doing most of it. When they stepped off the jet, Charles was waiting for them; he went with Logan to the lab and hugged and kissed Kitty, thanking her for her help. He asked Kurt to fly her back to school once she was ready to go.

"I just have a couple of things in the guest room," Kitty said, walking up the stairs. Kurt followed silently. She went inside but instead of picking up her things, she sat on the bed and looked out the window. She hadn't bothered with the light. The night was clear and the moon was bright enough to illuminate most of the room. She looked around her and her memories assaulted her. She'd grown up in this house. She'd learned more about herself in the four years that she'd spent here than anywhere else. It was bittersweet now. Most of her friends were gone, replaced by younger students. Rogue and Amara were off on teams, fighting the good fighting the good fight for mutant kind.

Lance Alvers was off causing trouble somewhere and Magneto still caused a few headaches for Xavier. There was loneliness in her for the connection she used to feel here. A phrase came to mind. 'You can never go home again'. It was true. Home was never the place you left. The people changed without you, lives went on and so did yours, and she told herself. She felt a hand on her shoulder and lay her cheek against Kurt's fingers. He tilted her chin up and caught sight of the tear that trickled out of her eye. He leaned down anughtught it with his lips.

"I love you, Kurt." The words came out on a whisper. "I have for a long time. I just wanted you to know." She grabbed her toothbrush from the bathroom, where she'd forgotten to pack it for Vegas, and the last few items she hadn't brouwithwith her along with her laptop. She started for the door and walked out into the hallway with Kurt a few steps behind her. She was about halfway back to the jet when Kurt's arms went around her and she felt the floor drop from beneath her. A heartbeat later she was in his room and he was kissing her.

Kitty allowed Kurt's tail to relieve her of the things she carried and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He leaned her back against the door and fumbled with her shirt, popping off a few buttons in the process. They were frantic in their rush to remove or just displace various items of clothing. Kitty wrapped her legs around Kurt's narrow hips and he thrust into her so hard that she saw stars. His mouth was on her neck and he was sucking and biting at it. His fingers dug into her flesh but it only made her tighten her legs as he moved inside her. Neither cared if they made noise bumping against the door. All they could do was to get as close to each other as possible.

Kurt was pounding into her as hard as possible; he selfishly wanted her to feel him for days.
Kitty cried out his name when he reached a hand between them and rubbed her clitoris with a callused thumb. The rough contact and the intense emotions had her climaxing very quickly. Kurt grunted against her and she felt him tense, followed by the warm wetness spreading inside her. When he flew her home in the jet she couldn't bring herself to talk. She had no words to express how she felt. Love didn't cover it completely. She didn't kiss him goodbye and he didn't look at her when she got off the jet. She just placed her hand on his shoulder and he covered her fingers wits ows own. They held onto each other for a moment. Then let go.