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Epilogue
Persistence of Memory Chapter Fifty t (Nt (NC-17) Epilogue
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“Hey…”
“Todd,”
Rogue yawned, “what’re you doing up?”
“It’s
eight…everyone but you and the Professor are still awake.”
“Is he
gonna be okay?”
“I think
so…” He sidled in her room and shut the
door behind him, cutting off the slice of golden light from the hallway and
plunging the room into near darkness.
“You’ve been out for almost twenty hours, you know.”
“I was so
tired,” she sighed, scooting to sit against the headboard. “Are you holding something?”
“Uh…” There
was a faint crinkle of paper as he adjusted his grip on whatever it was behind
his back. “No?”
“You’re a
terrible liar, Todd,” she said mildly. “You gonna sit down or hover?”
He smiled
briefly and moved to sit on the foot of her bed. “What happened down there, Marie? I know you guys snuck off
but… What happened?”
“We
destroyed his version of Cerebro,” she shrugged. “It wasn’t hard.”
“Now who’s
the liar?”
She laughed
softly and held out her hand for a moment before realizing. “Sorry.
Forgot I don’t have gloves on.
I’m not safe for another three days.”
“I can
wait,” he shrugged, but moved closer.
He set what he had been holding down at the foot of the bed as he pulled
her sheet up between them and pulled her closer, her head coming to rest on his
chest as she adjusted to his proximity.
“Want to tell me what you did that got you so tired?”
“Not
really,” she breathed. “The Professor
had to clean up after me. I tried to
get everyone the machine showed but I couldn’t…I just…I let whatever
Scatterbrain does happen and I know I was erasing memories but…God, what if I
totally screwed someone up? What if they can’t remember their wife or their
kids or something? What if it was a
surgeon and he can’t remember how to finish the operation he was doing? Or she…”
“I don’t
think that happened,” Todd said, though
now he wondered. “Logan told us all to
leave Professor Xavier alone for a few days.
From what Scott was sayin’, sounds like Emma and the Professor did some
massive mind wipe thing to get the bits you missed.”
“So no one
remembers?”
“I don’t
think so. I think they fixed it so they
have new memories”
“We can’t hide
forever,” she said after a moment of silence.
“We can
enjoy it while it lasts,” he sighed.
They fell into ase qse quiet, her breathing hitching in repressed tears
as he stroked her arm and side through the layers of cloth. “I brought you something.”
“Oh?”
He wriggled
free for a moment and retrieved what he had left at his feet. “I, uh, started makin’ this back before we
got kinda kicked outta school. It was
cause you didn’t want to do that family tree thing…” With a snap of his tongue, he turned on her desk light, only
upsetting one or two things in the process.
“What is
it?” She gingerly took the rolled up
piece of heavy paper from him and unfurled it on the bed. “Oh…”
It was a drawing of a large tree that took up the entire paper. Instead of people she was related to, it had
the names of everyone at the Institute that she was friends with, from the
Professor, Logan and Storm at the top to her down at the bottom, myriad lines
coming off each name and describing the relationships in terms most likely to
be frowned upon by a genealogist but perfect for the situation. “Bratty sister?”
“She was
getting on my nerves when I wrote he,” he shrugged. “Sorry.”
“No, that’s
her…” Rogue couldn’t help it. She laughed rather than cried, tracing the
lines with her fingers. “Where are you?”
“Over there
with Lance.” He pointed to a rather sad
looking branch on the tree.
Rogue
followed the line connecting her name to his.
“That’s adult rated,” she murmured dryly.
“I can give
you a better explanation in three days…”
“I’ll hold
you to it,” she said, poking him in the side.
With a sudden rush of affection and love, she hugged him hard and
carefully. “I love you. Thank you so much…”
“For
what? Not that I mind or nothin’,” he
asked, only a little squished.
“Remindin’
me where my home is.”
“It’s
hideous.”
“On the
contrary, Liebes, it’s cute.”
“Cute? How
is this awful scar cute?”
Kurt raised
himself up on one elbow and began poking her stomach gently. “These two freckles here look like eyes,
your belly button is a nose and the scar is a smile.”
Kitty
stared at her stomach for a moment before announcing, “You are weird.”
“But you
love me anyway.”
“You got me
there,” she sighed, laying back down.
“I’m so tired.”
“You were
talking to the Professor for three hours on top of everything that happened
earlier…it’s no wonder.”
“I just
wish I’d known that he knew about the virus before I went to all that trouble,”
she muttered. “The hours I could’ve
slept…”
“Virus?”
Kurt asked delicately, his hand stilling on her stomach. “Katzchen…”
“It’s what
made me wonky and made him loose his memory for a while. Some of the first gens carry it at’s t’s
latent. I’m the first second gen to
have it, from what he figures. He told
the doctors at St Dymphna’s abou and and they want a sample of my blood.” She
shuddered slightly. “I hate needles.”
“But…a
virus? Liebes, are you sick?”
“I’m fine,
Kurt,” she said lightly, only lying a little bit. “The Professor said he figured it out a long time ago…it’s like a
retrovirus or something. It fits into
our DNA and hides in there so no one can tee hae have it until it’s activated
somehow. With the Professor, Magneto
experimenting with Cerebro set it off.
He was on the machine here during what seems to be the first test and it
was like a some sort of shock through the systems.” Kitty yawned widely and closed her eyes, her voice becoming
softer as she fought sleep. “With me,
they figure having appendicitis set it off.
I thought the antibiotics had something to do with it clearing up but it
was just coincidence. It just…went
away.”
Kurt
pondered this for a long moment before asking, “Then why did I have problems?”
“Ah,
that…” Kitty opened her eyes and looked
vaguely guilty. “It seems one of the
ways this is passed, other than inheriting it, is through…um…sex.”
“So you
gave it to me?”
“I’m sorry,
Kurt,” she said quietly. “I feel so
bad…”
“Well,” he
said carefully, “it isn’t the best gift I’ve ever gotten…”
“Your metabolism
helped speed it through your system, when it went haywire,” she explained. “The Professor called it our legacy for the
future, this virus. I asked him if it’d
ever come back and he said he didn’t know…”
She frowned and stared at the ceiling.
“I wouldn’t like that at all.”
“Me,
either,” Kurt agreed, snuggling closer.
“What time is it?”
“Quarter
past ten. What time is bed check?”
“For Lance
and Amara, nine. For everyone else,
eleven.” He smiled against her hair as
she giggled. “It’s not nice to laugh at
others, Liebes. We’ve been caught before, too.”
“Never on
camera, though,” she giggled. “Kurt,
what’re you doing?”
“What do
you think I’m doing?”
“That.”
“Good
guess.”
“Baby, it
isn’t that I don’t want to, but…”
He sighed and
peered down at her in the darkness, his yellow eyes the only feature clearly
visible. “Mein Schatz, there is nothing
wrong with us doing this after what has just happened. It’s life affirming.”
“I was just
going to say let me go to the bathroom first,” she replied, blushing.
“Oh…okay.” Kurt hid a grin at her expense and let her
up, laying back to look at the constellation of glow in the dark stars on her
ceiling. He did not lose track of time
but he was surprised when she returned, so lost in his reverie of possibilities
was he. “Liebes, are you naked?”
She giggled
as she pressed against him, gooseflesh rising on her skin from the chill of the
room. “Seems so.” Her hair freed of it’s usual ponytail fell
around her shoulders, just brushing the slopes of her breasts as she rose to
her knees only to move over him, her knees settling on either side of his
hips. “Is that a problem?”
“Hardly,”
he murmured, resting his hands on the swell of her hips. “You’ve lost weight. I don’t like it.”
She glanced
down at her body and made an offhanded gesture. “I was sick. Besides, I
look fine…”
“I would
love you even if you had flippers and gills, but I like it better when you have
some meat on your bones.” His tail
skimmed over her ribs, barely visible but still less padded than a mere week
before. “Any more and you’ll look like
a xylophone.”
“Sweetie, I
know you mean well and all, but I am so losing my good mood now…” She shifted to move off him but he held her
in place. “Kurt…”
“How can I
make you forget all your troubles and stress if you keep dwelling on this?” he
asked, running his hand from her shoulder to the dip of her waist, his tail
tracing the path from her knee to her hip.
“All the things in the world to worry about and you choose your body.”
“We all
have to have something,” she breathed, her eyes drifting closed.
Kurt made a frustrated noise in his
throat as hinds nds continued their travels over her flesh, tracing paths
between the freckles on her stomach and legs, his tail trailing down her back
and across the curve of her bottom. Kitty took a shaking breath and leaned
forward, seeking his mouth with her own, leaving her center exposed as she
stretched to kiss him. Her sharp gasp
as the spaded tip of his tail brushed her folds gave him the opportunity to
delved into the waiting warmth of her mouth, his tongue finding dominance over
hers as she fumbled for the waistband of his pants. Kurt could not suppress the soft whimper of need that rose from
his throat as she found his length with her fingers, deftly working him free of
the constraints of his pajamas. He
could feel her growing desire as he caressed the hidden bud of her femininity
with the tip of his tail, his hands never ceasing their stroking and adoration
of her body; cautiously, he pressed into her, just enough to make her squirm
against him, pushing down to seek more, to be filled, before he pulled away,
his tail wrapping around her thigh and just the tip brushing her quivering
folds. She broke the kiss and fixed him
with a look of heated need before guiding one of his hands to her breast, her
fingers brushing her swollen nipple in clear demonstration of what she wanted
from him. He eagerly fell to, stroking
and squeezing before drawing one turgid peak between his lips, his fangs
nipping her flesh and making her moan softly as she reached between them to
guide his arousal into her. The first
initial push was as close to heaven as Kurt could ever remember being, so warm
and tight and silken that he cried out.
Kitty rose up, bracing herself against him for greater control, and
began to set a near frantic pace, her body welcoming and pleading for his as he
filled her, her breasts swaying enticingly close to his mouth but just out of
reach, adding frustration to the ecstasy of touch and consumption. Kitty pressed hard against him with each
thrust, sending electric thrills of pleasure through her limbs and dancing up
her spine, driving her closer to golden release as he whispered her name over
and over in a litany of pleading and love.
She gasped sharply, a high pitched cry of climax that made her shudder
around him, her body tightening and drawing on him, making him arch against
her, sending her over another edge to her second climn asn as many
minutes. She whimpered with exhausted
need as she slumped forward, pressing kisses to his throat and jaw, her body
sensitized to the point of pain as he pressed into her again, then once more
before clutching her shoulders tightly, his teeth grinding together with the
effort it took to be quiet. He filled wit with his release, hot and spilling between them as he gradually softened
out of her warm depths.
Kitty thought she must have dozed
off because his voice in her ear startled her.
“You’re going to need to move, Liebes…my arm is falling asleep and it’s
almost curfew.”
“At least your arm will make it,”
she murmured, rolling onto her side next to him. “I guess you have to go.”
“Ja,” he sighed, stroking the hair
out of her face. “Didn’t I promise you
everything would be alright, Kitty?”
She mustered a sleepy smile without
opening her eyes. “Next time, let’s
make it less stressful.”
A/N Taa daa! Next story starts tomorrow. Just what is
Jubilee’s problem? When the Hell is
Emma going to Boston? All this and more…
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch, and Uberbeta…Cat Wars 2003 has
begun. InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink
are fanfreakingtastic for archiving. And soon Dracena will host. *happy dance * ProPhile gets his smut!
And he archives, too, lol. J Readers/Reviewers: Well, this is it. I know
some loose ends will be left but I need something to pick up in the next story,
lol! Thank you sooooooooooo much for
reading and reviewing when you get the chance!
J
“Hey…”
“Todd,”
Rogue yawned, “what’re you doing up?”
“It’s
eight…everyone but you and the Professor are still awake.”
“Is he
gonna be okay?”
“I think
so…” He sidled in her room and shut the
door behind him, cutting off the slice of golden light from the hallway and
plunging the room into near darkness.
“You’ve been out for almost twenty hours, you know.”
“I was so
tired,” she sighed, scooting to sit against the headboard. “Are you holding something?”
“Uh…” There
was a faint crinkle of paper as he adjusted his grip on whatever it was behind
his back. “No?”
“You’re a
terrible liar, Todd,” she said mildly. “You gonna sit down or hover?”
He smiled
briefly and moved to sit on the foot of her bed. “What happened down there, Marie? I know you guys snuck off
but… What happened?”
“We
destroyed his version of Cerebro,” she shrugged. “It wasn’t hard.”
“Now who’s
the liar?”
She laughed
softly and held out her hand for a moment before realizing. “Sorry.
Forgot I don’t have gloves on.
I’m not safe for another three days.”
“I can
wait,” he shrugged, but moved closer.
He set what he had been holding down at the foot of the bed as he pulled
her sheet up between them and pulled her closer, her head coming to rest on his
chest as she adjusted to his proximity.
“Want to tell me what you did that got you so tired?”
“Not
really,” she breathed. “The Professor
had to clean up after me. I tried to
get everyone the machine showed but I couldn’t…I just…I let whatever
Scatterbrain does happen and I know I was erasing memories but…God, what if I
totally screwed someone up? What if they can’t remember their wife or their
kids or something? What if it was a
surgeon and he can’t remember how to finish the operation he was doing? Or she…”
“I don’t
think that happened,” Todd said, though
now he wondered. “Logan told us all to
leave Professor Xavier alone for a few days.
From what Scott was sayin’, sounds like Emma and the Professor did some
massive mind wipe thing to get the bits you missed.”
“So no one
remembers?”
“I don’t
think so. I think they fixed it so they
have new memories”
“We can’t hide
forever,” she said after a moment of silence.
“We can
enjoy it while it lasts,” he sighed.
They fell into ase qse quiet, her breathing hitching in repressed tears
as he stroked her arm and side through the layers of cloth. “I brought you something.”
“Oh?”
He wriggled
free for a moment and retrieved what he had left at his feet. “I, uh, started makin’ this back before we
got kinda kicked outta school. It was
cause you didn’t want to do that family tree thing…” With a snap of his tongue, he turned on her desk light, only
upsetting one or two things in the process.
“What is
it?” She gingerly took the rolled up
piece of heavy paper from him and unfurled it on the bed. “Oh…”
It was a drawing of a large tree that took up the entire paper. Instead of people she was related to, it had
the names of everyone at the Institute that she was friends with, from the
Professor, Logan and Storm at the top to her down at the bottom, myriad lines
coming off each name and describing the relationships in terms most likely to
be frowned upon by a genealogist but perfect for the situation. “Bratty sister?”
“She was
getting on my nerves when I wrote he,” he shrugged. “Sorry.”
“No, that’s
her…” Rogue couldn’t help it. She laughed rather than cried, tracing the
lines with her fingers. “Where are you?”
“Over there
with Lance.” He pointed to a rather sad
looking branch on the tree.
Rogue
followed the line connecting her name to his.
“That’s adult rated,” she murmured dryly.
“I can give
you a better explanation in three days…”
“I’ll hold
you to it,” she said, poking him in the side.
With a sudden rush of affection and love, she hugged him hard and
carefully. “I love you. Thank you so much…”
“For
what? Not that I mind or nothin’,” he
asked, only a little squished.
“Remindin’
me where my home is.”
“It’s
hideous.”
“On the
contrary, Liebes, it’s cute.”
“Cute? How
is this awful scar cute?”
Kurt raised
himself up on one elbow and began poking her stomach gently. “These two freckles here look like eyes,
your belly button is a nose and the scar is a smile.”
Kitty
stared at her stomach for a moment before announcing, “You are weird.”
“But you
love me anyway.”
“You got me
there,” she sighed, laying back down.
“I’m so tired.”
“You were
talking to the Professor for three hours on top of everything that happened
earlier…it’s no wonder.”
“I just
wish I’d known that he knew about the virus before I went to all that trouble,”
she muttered. “The hours I could’ve
slept…”
“Virus?”
Kurt asked delicately, his hand stilling on her stomach. “Katzchen…”
“It’s what
made me wonky and made him loose his memory for a while. Some of the first gens carry it at’s t’s
latent. I’m the first second gen to
have it, from what he figures. He told
the doctors at St Dymphna’s abou and and they want a sample of my blood.” She
shuddered slightly. “I hate needles.”
“But…a
virus? Liebes, are you sick?”
“I’m fine,
Kurt,” she said lightly, only lying a little bit. “The Professor said he figured it out a long time ago…it’s like a
retrovirus or something. It fits into
our DNA and hides in there so no one can tee hae have it until it’s activated
somehow. With the Professor, Magneto
experimenting with Cerebro set it off.
He was on the machine here during what seems to be the first test and it
was like a some sort of shock through the systems.” Kitty yawned widely and closed her eyes, her voice becoming
softer as she fought sleep. “With me,
they figure having appendicitis set it off.
I thought the antibiotics had something to do with it clearing up but it
was just coincidence. It just…went
away.”
Kurt
pondered this for a long moment before asking, “Then why did I have problems?”
“Ah,
that…” Kitty opened her eyes and looked
vaguely guilty. “It seems one of the
ways this is passed, other than inheriting it, is through…um…sex.”
“So you
gave it to me?”
“I’m sorry,
Kurt,” she said quietly. “I feel so
bad…”
“Well,” he
said carefully, “it isn’t the best gift I’ve ever gotten…”
“Your metabolism
helped speed it through your system, when it went haywire,” she explained. “The Professor called it our legacy for the
future, this virus. I asked him if it’d
ever come back and he said he didn’t know…”
She frowned and stared at the ceiling.
“I wouldn’t like that at all.”
“Me,
either,” Kurt agreed, snuggling closer.
“What time is it?”
“Quarter
past ten. What time is bed check?”
“For Lance
and Amara, nine. For everyone else,
eleven.” He smiled against her hair as
she giggled. “It’s not nice to laugh at
others, Liebes. We’ve been caught before, too.”
“Never on
camera, though,” she giggled. “Kurt,
what’re you doing?”
“What do
you think I’m doing?”
“That.”
“Good
guess.”
“Baby, it
isn’t that I don’t want to, but…”
He sighed and
peered down at her in the darkness, his yellow eyes the only feature clearly
visible. “Mein Schatz, there is nothing
wrong with us doing this after what has just happened. It’s life affirming.”
“I was just
going to say let me go to the bathroom first,” she replied, blushing.
“Oh…okay.” Kurt hid a grin at her expense and let her
up, laying back to look at the constellation of glow in the dark stars on her
ceiling. He did not lose track of time
but he was surprised when she returned, so lost in his reverie of possibilities
was he. “Liebes, are you naked?”
She giggled
as she pressed against him, gooseflesh rising on her skin from the chill of the
room. “Seems so.” Her hair freed of it’s usual ponytail fell
around her shoulders, just brushing the slopes of her breasts as she rose to
her knees only to move over him, her knees settling on either side of his
hips. “Is that a problem?”
“Hardly,”
he murmured, resting his hands on the swell of her hips. “You’ve lost weight. I don’t like it.”
She glanced
down at her body and made an offhanded gesture. “I was sick. Besides, I
look fine…”
“I would
love you even if you had flippers and gills, but I like it better when you have
some meat on your bones.” His tail
skimmed over her ribs, barely visible but still less padded than a mere week
before. “Any more and you’ll look like
a xylophone.”
“Sweetie, I
know you mean well and all, but I am so losing my good mood now…” She shifted to move off him but he held her
in place. “Kurt…”
“How can I
make you forget all your troubles and stress if you keep dwelling on this?” he
asked, running his hand from her shoulder to the dip of her waist, his tail
tracing the path from her knee to her hip.
“All the things in the world to worry about and you choose your body.”
“We all
have to have something,” she breathed, her eyes drifting closed.
Kurt made a frustrated noise in his
throat as hinds nds continued their travels over her flesh, tracing paths
between the freckles on her stomach and legs, his tail trailing down her back
and across the curve of her bottom. Kitty took a shaking breath and leaned
forward, seeking his mouth with her own, leaving her center exposed as she
stretched to kiss him. Her sharp gasp
as the spaded tip of his tail brushed her folds gave him the opportunity to
delved into the waiting warmth of her mouth, his tongue finding dominance over
hers as she fumbled for the waistband of his pants. Kurt could not suppress the soft whimper of need that rose from
his throat as she found his length with her fingers, deftly working him free of
the constraints of his pajamas. He
could feel her growing desire as he caressed the hidden bud of her femininity
with the tip of his tail, his hands never ceasing their stroking and adoration
of her body; cautiously, he pressed into her, just enough to make her squirm
against him, pushing down to seek more, to be filled, before he pulled away,
his tail wrapping around her thigh and just the tip brushing her quivering
folds. She broke the kiss and fixed him
with a look of heated need before guiding one of his hands to her breast, her
fingers brushing her swollen nipple in clear demonstration of what she wanted
from him. He eagerly fell to, stroking
and squeezing before drawing one turgid peak between his lips, his fangs
nipping her flesh and making her moan softly as she reached between them to
guide his arousal into her. The first
initial push was as close to heaven as Kurt could ever remember being, so warm
and tight and silken that he cried out.
Kitty rose up, bracing herself against him for greater control, and
began to set a near frantic pace, her body welcoming and pleading for his as he
filled her, her breasts swaying enticingly close to his mouth but just out of
reach, adding frustration to the ecstasy of touch and consumption. Kitty pressed hard against him with each
thrust, sending electric thrills of pleasure through her limbs and dancing up
her spine, driving her closer to golden release as he whispered her name over
and over in a litany of pleading and love.
She gasped sharply, a high pitched cry of climax that made her shudder
around him, her body tightening and drawing on him, making him arch against
her, sending her over another edge to her second climn asn as many
minutes. She whimpered with exhausted
need as she slumped forward, pressing kisses to his throat and jaw, her body
sensitized to the point of pain as he pressed into her again, then once more
before clutching her shoulders tightly, his teeth grinding together with the
effort it took to be quiet. He filled wit with his release, hot and spilling between them as he gradually softened
out of her warm depths.
Kitty thought she must have dozed
off because his voice in her ear startled her.
“You’re going to need to move, Liebes…my arm is falling asleep and it’s
almost curfew.”
“At least your arm will make it,”
she murmured, rolling onto her side next to him. “I guess you have to go.”
“Ja,” he sighed, stroking the hair
out of her face. “Didn’t I promise you
everything would be alright, Kitty?”
She mustered a sleepy smile without
opening her eyes. “Next time, let’s
make it less stressful.”
A/N Taa daa! Next story starts tomorrow. Just what is
Jubilee’s problem? When the Hell is
Emma going to Boston? All this and more…