The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea Chapter Sixty One (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… expect sidefling updates in your box this week, lol… InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink and Dracena are loverly fluffbunnies for archiving/hosting. :) ProPhile will be mildly appeased by this chapter, lol. Morgan: *careful glomp * Readers/Reviewers: Yes, these next five chapters are smut. There will be one post-smut that leads into the next big story so don’t worry, plot intensive loose ends will be a little more securely tied by the end of this all. ;)


Kitty drew in a sharp breath through her teeth. “Don’t touch it!”
“Katzchen, my hands are on the table.”
“Your tail isn’t!” she pouted. “I’m still sore.” She sighed and opened her eyes, fixing Kurt with a nearly mournful look. “Beast said I’m going to have a scar there.” Shifting uncomfortably, she added, “Does he have to keep the lab so damned cold?”
“Ja, a nice one at that.” He carefully trailed his tail down her side, not touching the pink, puckering scar but rather the skin to the left of it, tracing the curve of her waist to the swell of her hip. “Come on,” he said suddenly, “I’ll help you up so you can get dressed. Professor Xavier is dealing with the media circus now so we have about an hour before the yelling starts.”
Kitty sighed and tried to stretch without wincing. “Did your mom make it in?” she asked a she accepted his help up, moving slowly so as not to dislodge the new stitches in her side. “I was worried…”
Kurt was chagrined to admit even to himself than, in all the chaos, he had forgotten that Kitty had called his mother to come help with some plan to deal with her biological father. “She’s here, ja. Storm set her up in one of the new rooms that isn’t taken by students yet… Liebes, what are you two plotting? Even she won’t tell me and Mutti never keeps secrets from me!”
Kitty raised an eyebrow as she shed the hospital type gown Beast had provided her with for the exam and reached for her bra and sweater. “You’re either very delusional or this is an aspect of the mother/son relatiop I p I don’t want to know about…” She continued before he could protest. “What’s the Professor saying? There’s no way that whole thing went under the radar or lookeke ske something it wasn’t.”
He sighed, reaching to help her button her sweater on reflex. “I don’t know, Liebes. I really don’t.” He looked down at his own feet for a moment before glancing at her, sad and embarrassed at the same time. “I’m afraid. What if this is it for all of us? What if thisthe the end of our lives as we know it?”
She reached up and laid her hand along his cheek, making him look at her. “Then we have a new life and we grow in it.”
“Easy for you to say,” he sighed, holding up one blue, tri-fingered hand. “Holos only do so much.”
She leaned close, resting her forehead against his shoulder for a moment. “Kurt, I’m scared, too. But we survived. Remy will heal, Storm is okay now, Rogue didn’t get that bad of a jolt and Todd learned not to lick Sentinels.”
Kurt snorted at that last. “Do you think Emma will ever forgive Lance for her yard?”
“Eventually… Firestar suggest she put in a pool though and I think that might be doing something to get her mind off Lance torture.” Kitty swayed closer, pressing against him. “Logan said no one has seen Magneto or Pietro since the last few minutes of the fight.”
Kurt closed his eyes and tamped down a well of guilt. He had not told anyone how he had tied Pietro up, though he was sure Storm knew. The house had not been destroyed so he was certain Pietro was alive, somewhere. “Remy said that Belle would come for Solange tonight, after the press conference.”
“Mmmm,” Kitty sighed. She was so very tired that she honestly did not care about anything other than bed right then. “I need to lay down, I think.”
Kurt nodded and gripped her waist securely. A moment later, they were in her room, the coolk ofk of early evening casting everything in blue-purple shadows. She had left the window open and the smell of cut grass and late summer flowers drifted on the breeze and wrapped around the bedposts as he helped her lay down. She tugged his wrist so he would stretct bet beside her and he smiled. “I shouldn’t. Despite everything, I still want to do the most wicked of things to you.”
She opened one eye and raised a brow. “Your libido is encouraging.” She tugged again and he laid down, his tail wrapping around her leg as she snuggled closer. “Just rest with me.” She trailed her hand down his arm to twine with his fingers. “Just for a little while.”
Kurt nodded and kissed her forehead, then her cheek, nearly drawing away when she turned faceface to kiss him on the lips. She held him to her suddenly, catching him by surprise as she deepened the kiss, her tongue parting his lips to draw him closer. He hesitated but a moment before capitulating, letting her lead the way. She was far paler than a few days before and, like everyone else, had the air of one who had been through too much to truly have peace of mind. She clung to him in a near desperate fervor, murmuring appreciatively as he kissed her in return, his fingers tangling in her hair and tilting her head back as he broke the kiss before trailing a line of nips and licks from her lips to her jaw to her throat. She laid her fingers on the back of his neck, guiding him downward to the swell of her breasts, sng ang as he breathed her in, the faint scent of her skin and perfume remaining even after her shower teasing his senses.
Kitty trusted him to be careful and did not protest as he pushed her gently onto her back, his fingers working open the buttons on her sweater then her jeans. She closed her eyes and sighed again as he brushed his fingers against her sex, already dampening in response to his touch and the anticipation of their coupling. She drew her knee up and parted her thighs, exposing the pink, silken petals of flesh to his gaze. She barely withheld a sudden, loud cry of pleasure at the first touch of his tongue against her netherlips, nibbling and teasing her before finding the pearl of her desire; she raised her hips to afford him better access as his ministrations grew more concentrated, his lips fastening to her sex and drawing on her in excruciating pleasure. Kitty writhed and arched as his fingers breached her entrance even as he suckled on the source of her pleasure. “Kurt,” she breathed, and he broke away, making her whimper with his absence. She heard him rustling with his clothes before his warmth settled over her. He did not put his weight fully against her and his fur tickled her skin. She could feel the tip of his tail rubbing her leg and hip softly, almost in concern and she murmured her assurances that she was fine, that she was not in any pain from her side. She gingerly wrapped her legs around his back, feeling him poised at her entrance and opened her eyes to pin him with her gaze. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “We’ll be fine.” She pulled him into her even as he pressed against her gently, the effort it took to restrain himself showing plainly on his face. When he began to move within her, she bit her tongue on the sudden cry that threatened to spill forth. The discomfort in her side abated after a few moments and she felt the pleasant melting began in her bones and spread through her body, seeming to seep through her and into him. After a time she could not count, she lost track of where she ended and felt as if she were burning and floating and pouring through herself. She sighed and gasped softly as the tip of his tail wound around trail down the back of her thigh. She bit her lip, aware of what was about to happen and knowing what to expect, but it was the newness of it all that still made her stomach flutter with a thousand butterflies. Kurt slowly, carefully, pressed the tip of his tail, wet with the moisture from her arousal, against her, hissing at the tightness that threatened pain for both of them without ever becoming truly painful. Kitty tensed but, as he began to kiss her neck, she relaxed until he could move further into her. Kitty groaned then, not caring if she were overheard. As he filled her completely, he bent to kiss her breasts, laving and sucking on first one turgid peak, then the next before starting to move within her again. She shivered at the feeling of having evereverywhere against her and in her and she knew her end was near. She did not try and stop it as it washed over her, making her arch and writhe and squeeze him to her as she gasped his name over and over with pleas for more. Her own climax brought his a few minutes later, his teeth piercing the skin on her shoulder as he tried to remain as quiet as possible, knowing that the walls in her room were not soundproofed as his were. Finally, when it was over, he moved off of her to lay at her side.
“You didn’t get rest,” he said mournfully. “We have fifteen minutes before we have to be downstairs.”
“I’ll survive,” she promised. “Our kind always do.”
“What kind is that?” he asked idly, wrapping a lock of her hair around his finger and staring at it as if it held all the answers.
She sighed. “Us.”