Forever

CHAPTER SEVEN—FOREVER

 

 

A/N—Thanks again to all the wonderful people who are
reviewing, esp. Foxfeather and Internutter.
Just a happy little reminder: none of the recognizable elements are mine
and its still rated NC-17. Hee hee.

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Mein
Liebes, Mein Engel, Mein Katzchen…” Kurt buttered his toast happily, singing his song to the tune of Girl
from Ipanema. The two cold showers
he took last night and the outright dunking that morning had done nothing to
deter his good mood. Stuffing a handful
of bacon into his mouth, he grinned at Kitty and Amara as they entered the
kitchen.

“That is
disgusting.” Amara flicked her eyes
over his pajamas and distended cheeks, snorting in superiority before going
head first into the fridge to find something to eat.

“I’d kiss
you but you’re not Kosher!” Kitty
swatted him playfully on the shoulder as she walked past him, heading for the
fruit bowl. Selecting a banana, she
slid into the seat across from Kurt and returned his smile as he swallowed the
last of his breakfast.

“Ja, and
I’m not a vegetable either but you didn’t have a problem putting me into your
mouth…” Kitty choked on a mouthful of fruit as Kurt wiggled his brows at her.

“I may be
ill. No, I will be ill.” Amara shoved her bowl of cereal away and
downed the rest of her juice.

“Jealous,
Amara?” Kurt’s voice had taken on a
rough quality that Kitty was beginning to recognize as a sign of burgeoning
arousal.

“Hardly. I am not looking forward to babysitting
Kitty at school these next three days.
It’s obvious that you two are barely above animals, giving into base
desires whenever it strikes you.”

“What a sad
little life you are going to lead, Amara.”
Kitty shoved her chair back with a raw scraping noise and walked out of
the kitchen, sparing Kurt a caress against his cheek.

“What
the Hell does that mean?” She had
reclaimed her bowl of cereal and was picking out the berries first, collecting
them to one side of a saucer. Kurt
snorted at her and, putting his plate in the sink, wandered off in search of
Kitty.

They did not have to leave for school for another hour and
he wanted to try and get her alone. Strictly
proper, Kurt. Be a good boy. He kept last night’s goodbye in his mind,
his explanation to Kitty about why he could not stay with her burning in his
brain. I must be the stupidest guy
on the planet. I turned down Kitty
Pryde. Ja, it was for a good reason and
it isn’t like it won’t happen again, but I TURNED DOWN KITTY PRYDE! Lost in his musings, Kurt smacked into a
solid, denim-clad wall. A wall that
smelled a little like cigars and mostly like… “Hello, Herr Logan.” Mein Gott. I am going to die in my pajamas.

“Elf.” Logan took a
deep sniff, checking for evidence, Kurt figured. “Lost are ya?”

“Nein. Just…going to
go get dressed!” He looked down at his
threadbare green frog pajamas, the ones Kitty gave him last
Chanukah/Christmas. The little frogs
had crowns on them and Kitty had called them his royal robes.

“Mmm.” Logan had not
moved since their impact but Kurt was shifting uncomfortably, his tail flipping
with agitation. Put the kid out of
his misery. “I saw you leave
Half-Pint’s room last night.” Kurt’s
eyes rolled back in their sockets and his knees began to buckle. “Elf!
I’m not gonna kill ya!” Logan’s
hands made a mad grab for Kurt’s pajama top and stopped the teenager before he
hit the floor. “Damn it, Kid. You’re not in trouble. I was just going to say I’m… aw, hell. I’m proud of you.”

Kurt blinked a little, the world still surging and heaving
around him. Not going to die? Das ist gut, ja? “Proud of me?” His voice came out in a squeak.

“It took a lot of...well, a lot of balls to turn down a girl
like Kitty throwing herself at you. If
I was your age I sure as hell couldn’t have done it.” Actually, I have no idea what I was like at your age,
Kid. Let’s just pretend, shall we?

“Really?” Kurt was
steadying himself on his feet again, already counting the precious seconds he
could be spending with Kitty instead of here in the hallway outside the rec
room.

“Yeah.
Hormones suck at any age, kid, but when you’re a teenager, they’re on
triple duty. Just be glad you have fur
to cover zits.” Logan cleared his
throat, shedding his momentarily friendly demeanor. “Get some clothes on. I’m
not writing you a note to get in to class late.” He gave Kurt a slightly-too-hard slap on the shoulder and
lumbered off down the hall in the direction of the garage.

Wow. That
was…unglaublich weird. He had fifty minutes left before he
had to be at school. Kurt portioned
five minutes to dress (verdammt tail), five minutes to brush his body,
hair and teeth, two minutes to check his holo and it’s backup, leaving thirty
eight minutes to spend with Kitty before school started. Kitty was already dressed, so unless
she’s changing again we should have at least twenty minutes before Scott starts
honking for us to hurry up. He
hopped up and down as he put on his jeans, adjusting his tail to hide beneath
the waistband and under his shirt. Cologne? Nein—she seems to like me without…Ah
ha! There’s my shirt! Pulling the semi-ratty black t-shirt over
his head, Kurt grabbed his holo and headed towards Kitty’s room. “Katzchen?”
No answer. “Kitty?” To ‘port or not to ‘port….that is the
question. Looking both ways and
finding himself alone in the hall for the moment, he ‘ported into Kitty’s room
only to be confronted with a vision to end all visions: Kitty, dancing around,
nude except for her headphones. Her
clothes from earlier lay in a pile on the floor and several outfits were spread
across the bed. She had her eyes closed
and was swaying to and fro, rolling her hips in time to music coming from her
headphones, the smoke from some sweet incense wreathing her figure. Kurt’s jaw dropped in a combination of
embarrassed horror, surging lust and the sudden lack of blood in his
brain. Kitty…naked…dancing…where are
her veils? His heart felt like it
slowed down to a virtual stop before kicking into overdrive. Kitty had paused, her arms outstretched, and
was considering an outfit before her.
Suddenly, though, her head snapped up and her nose wrinkled. Oh, fuck. Kurt slapped a hand over his eyes—maybe she’ll think I didn’t
see anything.

“Kurt!” Her yelp,
thankfully kept to a low volume by her awareness of the precarious nature of
the situation, was followed by a thump as Kurt was hit with one of her
decorative pillows. “What are you doing
in here!”? Kitty struggled back into
her jeans from earlier and grabbed the first shirt she laid hands on, throwing
it on braless. Damn it! We’ve had sex twice and I’m still
embarrassed for him to see me naked.
But I’m naked! Naked in front of
Kurt! Kurt’s hand was still over
his eyes and he was babbling something in German that Kitty could not
understand but that she figured was an apology based on the frantic natured of
his voice. “It’s okay, fuzzy. I’m dressed now.” Kurt finally shut up, peeking through his fingers to verify her
statement before finally looking at Kitty unshielded.

“I’m so sorry, Katzchen!”
Her hand over his mouth stemmed another waterfall.

“It’s okay, Kurt.
I guess I just didn’t hear you, like, knock, right?” At his nod, she removed her hand from his
mouth.

“I had some free time before we had to go to school and
wanted to see if we could spend it together, without Amara and Evan breathing
down our necks.” He looked sheepish,
like the shy boy who had shadowed her every move when she first came to the
mansion.

“That would be…nice.
Yeah. Nice.” Kitty was struggling with the headset and
associated CD player that was under her shirt, hastily covered when she donned
her clothes. “Grrrr. Give me a secay?”ay?” She yanked the headphones from around her
neck and the player dropped to the floor from the general area of her
waist. “There. Much better.” She bent to retrieve it, giving Kurt a rather lovely view of her
more interesting assets.

“Um, what were you listening to, Katzchen?” He hated the tremor in his voice.

Kitty ducked her head a little, shyly holding out the
CD. “Greek belly dancing music. I do it when I miss Yaya. Or when I feel like I need to practice
more…” She coughed politely, taking the
CD back and putting it on her bed with all the clothes and the player. “So…free time, huh?” Mental note: Kurt may be interested in
those old videos of me belly dancing that I have back in Chicago.

“Well, we only have fifteen minutes now, but that’s better
than nothing, right?” She smiled in
response, taking his hand. “I think…I
think I promised to show you how holding hands could be sexy, ja?”

“Ja.” He laughed at
her response, pulling her into a hug.
“Can you do it in fifteen minutes?”

“We’ll see.” He
pulled her to the floor so that they were sitting facing each other, knees
almost but not quite touching. Kurt
turned his hands palms-up, nodding for Kitty to place her hands in his. Slowly, he stroked the back of her hands
with this thumbs, never breaking eye contact.
Gently, he slid his fingers out from under hers and shifted the position
of their hands to that she was now palm-up.
Using one finger, he traced the lines in first her left palm, then her
right, cradling each hand with his own.
Kitty barely suppressed a shudder, not believing the sudden rush of
warmth now pooling in her lower abdomen.
Kurt’s eyes were still focused on hers, seeming to glow even in the
light of the room.

“Kurt…”

“Shhh. Let me do
this.” He closed his eyes in
concentration now, tracing her hands up to the wrists, turning them in his own
as if trying to memorize their texture, their shape, the very fingerprints on
Kitty’s hands. He could feel the
tremors run through her body, delicate shivers that made his heart race
faster. His tail snaked out from where
he had hidden it beneath his clothes and joined his fingers in their
ministrations. Kitty gasped, drawing a
rather feral grin to Kurt’s face. He
had never imagined that it really could be erotic, just holding
hands. He knew it could be sensual, but
this, this was something he had never expected. He opened his eyes again only to find Kitty staring at him, her
face flushed and mouth slightly open.
Her breath was coming in short gasps, making him think of how she looked
during their lovemaking. “Katzchen,” he
said rather thickly, snapping her out of her daze.

“Um, Kurt, where’s your tail?” She closed her eyes and tipped her head back, swallowing
convulsively. A new awareness gripped
Kurt as he realized that his tail was no long on Kitty’s hands but was rubbing
against the juncture of her thighs. Right
hand doesn’t know what the left is doing, kind of… He muttered an apology and moved his tail
away only to have Kitty snap her head forward. “Did I say to stop?” Her own grin was just as feral as Kurt’s had
been and he was about to oblige her by continue his massage when Evan’s
voice called out for them from somewhere down the hall. Stifling a groan of disappointment, Kitty
rose to her feet. “Coming?”

Oh, if you only knew… “Um, I need a moment.”
He gestured somewhat in the direction of his crotch, and Kitty flushed a
slight pink. They were both still new
enough at the game to be embarrassed by physical reactions to each other. “I’ll ‘port to my room and leave from there. It’ll look like we were behaving
ourselves if we don’t leave from the same room, ja?”

“Good idea. See you in the car.” Kitty blew him a kiss and he vanished from the room. She waited a moment and stepped out, almost
directly into Amara.

“I was coming to get you.
We’re going to be late.” Kitty
arched her eyebrow at the other girl and followed her down the hall.

When the passed the kitchen, Kitty stopped in and grabbed
some toast, a small bottle of orange juice, and a box of animal crackers. Poor Kurt. Two ‘ports in one morning is bound to tire him out. Amara stuck her head into the kitchen and
cleared her throat. “Right behind
you.” She silently passed the food and
juice to Kurt when he vaulted into the backseat of Scott’s convertible.

“Dankeschoen, mein Engel.” He shoved the toast into his mouth and tore
open the box of animal crackers. Got to love a woman who understands the
drains of teleporting. Doing a
final tail-check as they pulled into the parking lot at Bayville High, Kurt
gave Kitty a peck on the cheek and let Amara lead her away.

Evan popped out of the other car
and nudged Kurt with this elbow. “Just don’t fuck up, okay?” Ja.
Don’t fuck up. Got it. I can do
that. Evan’s approach to
chaperoning was much more relaxed than Amara’s. Kurt could hear Kitty being lectured on proper behavior from up
ahead. He sighed and turned to Scott
only to find him several feet away arguing with Jean. Hmmm. Interesting
developments. Kurt was prevented
from further ruminations on the Scott-Jean relationship by the sound of Kitty
and Amara’s raised voices.

“Stop it! Go away!” Lance had Kitty
by the wrist again, trying to pull her towards the side of the school.

“We need to talk!” His teeth were clenched, his ears deaf to
the shouts of the others around him alternately cheering him on or calling out
for him to leave Kitty alone.

“Let go of me Lance!” Always too
many people around to phase when this happens!
Damn it! She felt Amara
pulling on her other arm, for once trying to help. Kitty could see Scott and Jean pushing through the group and knew
Kurt must be with them. What I
wouldn’t give for the ability to memory-wipe everyone just this once so we
could use our abilities. Lance had
stopped trying to move her and was instead trying to talk to her, still holding
her arm in a death grip.

“Look, Kitty. We need to talk about us, about why you
insist on trying to hurt me like this!”
His voice was a low growl, his anger obvious. “I can forgive you for this but you have to stop playing
this game.” Those closest to the
struggle had grown silent, straining to hear the conversation.

“I have no idea what you’re talking
about, Lance. Now LET ME GO!” With a hard jerk, Kitty tried once more to
free herself. Lance, though, was
stronger than her and much taller, preventing her escape. Kitty’s wrist throbbed with the effort and
the skin on her wrist and hand prickled from lack of circulation. “Could someone please get a teacher
out here?” Scott finally broke through
the group as Kitty’s voice took on a desperate tone. Kurt was having to be more careful as his holo disguised the
appearance of his fur, not the feel.
Amara let go of Kitty’s arm and darted through the crowd towards the
school, going to get a teacher, Kitty hoped.
Please let her be useful, just this once!

“Alvers, let her go.” Scott touched his glasses casually, as if he
was adjusting them.

“I’d like to see you try,
freak.” Lance jerked Kitty’s arm,
drawing a sharp cry from the girl.

“Ich bringe ihn um![1]” Kurt’s voice hissed in Scott’s ear. He had made it through the precarious crowd
and was standing in the circle cleared for the struggle. Amara could be heard in the distance,
calling for Coach McGurk[2]
to come outside. Take your time,
coach. I am going to ‘port him in front
of a truck in just a minute.

“Chill, Kurt. Don’t go…caveman…just yet.[3] We can take care of this without shedding
blood.” I hope. Kitty was getting a wild look in her eye and
Scott knew that the stress of the past week was finally coming to a head. Her parents’ immanent visit had been the
last straw on the girl’s good humor and she was in desperate need of an
outlet. Jean seemed to be
concentrating, her eyes closed and brows furrowed. She had better be trying to calm Kitty down. I don’t think Lance is open to suggestion
just now. Jean’s eyes shot open and
her mouth formed an “O” of surprise.

“I didn’t think Kitty knew those
words!” Ah. Kitty isn’t too open-minded right now,
either. Kurt was twitching at
Scott’s side, ready to leap on Lance given half the chance. Jean, see what you can do about Kurt
here.

Jean glanced over at their friend
and nodded. Got it. Scott
could tell when Jean made contact with Kurt by the sudden straightening of his
spine; he took that opportunity to step closer to Kitty and Lance who were
involved in their tug-of-war, Kitty nearing tears. “Lance, look, you can talk to her, “ he ignored the frantic
shaking of Kitty’s head, “just let her go first.” Lance snorted and succeeded in moving Kitty a few inches. “Look, man, just let her go!” Scott, Kurt will control himself so
long as you make Lance let go of Kitty NOW. Jean sounded tired already, telepathic arguing apparently being
more taxing than verbal disagreements.
Kitty seemed to be tiring as well, her futile struggles losing power and
Lance gaining inches.

“Katzchen, just go limp!” Kurt’s voice was modulated but carried the
tone of a command. Kitty sighed and let
her knees buckle and her muscles relax, hitting the ground with a muted
thump. Lance was thrown off balance and
followed her down, landing in a heap on top of her. Scott went to work quickly, pulling Kitty out from under Lance
while Kurt pulled Lance to his feet. “I
should ‘port your head from your shoulders for doing this!” Scott could barely hear Kurt despite the
fact they were only a few feet apart.

Lance bared his teeth at the German
mutant and spit in his face. “Look
here, freak of nature, Kitty and I have business to take care of. Take your furry little hide off to class and
let the grownups talk.” With a shove,
Lance sent Kurt sprawling into Jean and Amara.


Coach McGurk’s voice boomed over
the scuffling group. “Alvers! Pryde!
Bring your friends and meet me in Principal Kelley’s office. NOW.”


 

 

“So, you
mean to tell me that this is all over her?”
Principal Kelley jerked a thumb in Kitty’s directi Kur Kurt and Lance nodded in unison, joined by a
murmured assent from the rest of the mutants in the room. “Kitty, what do you have to say about
this?”

“Lance is
and has been harassing me. He’s upset
that I’m with Kurt now.” Kurt
straightened his shoulders and his chest involuntarily puffed out with pride.[4]
“Lance even…made some harassing phone calls last night that got me into
trouble, accusing me of…stuff.”

Vas? Lance started this whole thing last
night? Urge to kill…rising…[5] Jean placed a restraining hand on his
shoulder as the principal turned his attention back to the two boys.

“Lance? Rejoinder?”


Lance shot out of his chair and got as close to
Kelley’s face as he dared. “Kitty is fucking around with that freak just to
piss me off. She was a cold fish so I
got what I needed elsewhere. She’s just
trying to hurt me by giving it up to Short Shit over there and shove it in my
face!” The assembled teenagers bore
varied expressions of anger and embarrassment while Lance continued ranting
about his and Kitty’s short-lived relationship.

“Lance! I broke it off because you were an ass! I didn’t want to sleep with you because I did not then and never
have nor will I ever love you! Get it
through your thick skull and just leave me alone!” Kitty finally burst into tears then, allowing Jean to fold her
into a sisterly embrace. Amara patted
her back, her bitchy demeanor gone for the time being.

“I see. Lance, please sit back down.
Thank you. Let me tell you what
I see—Lance is rather…attached…to Kitty despite her attachment to Kurt. A fight between the former couple broke out
this morning so the rest of you came along and joined in.”

“I’m sorry, sir, but we didn’t join
in. We were just walking up to the doors and they were already fighting. We stopped to help our friend.” Scott was trying to sound like Mister
Innocent and hoped it would work. Jean
looked ready to spit nails at Lance so he wanted to wrap this up as soon as
possible. They were already late for
first period and he doubted they would get a note to excuse them.

“Mmmmm. And what’s this about a phone call?” The principal had moved to sit at his desk and was now eying
lancing with something akin to distaste.
Lance had enough good grace left to look ashamed.

“He, like, called my folks in
Chicago and told them that I was… that I was sleepingwithKurt.” Kitty ran her words together and hoped that
the man would let it go as a joke or a cruel prank on Lance’s part.

“Sleeping with Mister Wagner?” Fuck, Jean could feel them all think
the same thing at once. “Is this true,
Miss Pryde?” He was acting officious
again, never a good sign.

“I have never slept with Kurt
Wagner.” Technically, this was not a
lie. They had never actually slept
together.

“Is this true, Kurt?” The principal turned appraising eyes to the
slight young man.

“Ja. Das ist true. She and I
have never slept together.” Please
don’t see the loophole… Scott’s eyebrows rose behind his glasses and Jean
stifled a snort. Amara seemed to be in
her own place, looking down her nose at Lance as if willing him to burst into
flames without her help.

Principal Kelley rose from behind
his desk and paced the length of the room for a full minute before handing out
his pronouncements. “Lance Alvers, you
have six days of lunch time detention for harassing Miss Pryde on school
grounds and slandering her character.
Stop growling at me, Mister Alvers.
The rest of you, watch your step around here. Any more fights with Institute students involved and I will have
to call your parents and tutors in for a long talk. Go. Oh, and Miss
Pryde? Mister Wagner? Take these pamphlets.” He was a little red in the face as he shoved
a handful of glossy pamphlets procured from his desk drawer at the two
teenagers. “Mister Alvers, wait here. The rest of you, go to class.” Scott was right—no note.

 

“Losing Your Virginity in the Age
of AIDS?” Kitty turned the pamphlet
over and studied the back before bursting out laughing. “Which ones do you have?” She had laid her
handful of papers out in front of her fan-style, like a deck of cards ready for
playing.

“Um. How to Use Condoms, The Truth
About Birth Control, Virginity is Good, and I think the rest are in
Spanish.” Apparently, Principal Kelley
had not paid much attention when he grabbed the literature out of his
desk. Or he was mistaken in his beliefs
on Kurt’s country of origin.

Kitty was shuffling through her
handful again, picking at the grapes from her lunch tray. “These pictures are a trip.”

“Looks like my mom in her high
school yearbook!” Scott was peering
over Kitty’s shoulder at a pamphlet entitled “Why The Pill is Bad for You,” the
front page bearing a picture of a young woman from a few decades before,
feathered bangs frosted and her striped t-shirt too tight over bellbottom
jeans. Lunch was almost over and the
day had improved—Amara only jerking Kitty away from Kurt twice when she felt
they were “too close” in the hallway between classes.

“I hope Principal Kelley doesn’t,
like, harp on us now. It’s bad enough
we had to carry those flour babies around for health class and watch those
videos. Dealing with him giving us
safe-sex lectures would be, like, a nightmare!”

“Ja. That would suck.” Kurt
wolfed down the last of his three slices of pizza and caught Jean’s eye as she
walked towards the table. He nudged
Scott’s knee with his own and nodded at the red head. “Talk to her.”

“What? Why do you think I need to talk to her?” Scott busied himself with his own lunch,
pushing around the last few fries in some ketchup.

“I have ears to hear and eyes to
see. I know you’re arguing with her,” and
I think I know about what, “and I know you two have been friends too long
to keep up this fight.” Kitty looked
from Kurt to Scott and back again, silently begging for some information,
please. Kurt tilted his head to one
side, telling her to wait, as he poked Scott in the side with one of this
holo-disguised fingers.

“If it’ll make you shut up, I’ll
talk to her.” Scott poked Kurt back a
little harder than necessary, drawing a sour look from the shorter mutant and a
slight smile from Kitty. “Why don’t the
three of you go find Rogue and Evan?
Last I saw they were in the metal shop, making something pointy…” Amara voiced her protests over leaving her
lunch behind but was forced by duty to follow Kurt and Kitty into the
school. “Hey, Jean.”

“Hello.” She stood, still holding her tray, as if she was uncertain
whether or not she wanted to sit down.

“Look, I’ve been an ass. We need to talk.” Scott looked sincere, and her heart was yelling at her brain to
give him at least the ten remaining minutes of the lunch period to try and make
things right.

“Okay. Go.” She slid onto the
bench and opened her carton of juice.
Scott looked at her expectantly and his mouth worked but no words came
out. “Well? I thought you wanted to
talk?” Back off, girl. Let the man speak…

“I just, I mean, I don’t know how to start. I’m sorry.
I’ve been picking on you because you hurt my feelings and I know you did
not mean for me to get hurt…”

“I think,” she began slowly,
pushing some peas around with her fork, “I knew it would hurt you but I had to
say it. I couldn’t lie to you.” Her voice had dropped to a whisper. “I thought it would work, just being
friends.”

“And it did. I mean, we talk like we always do,
right?” He sounded eager to agree with
her.

“Yeah, but there’s this thing
now. And it’s like an invisible wall
between us. We can’t see it but it’s
there.”

He nodded. “We go along just like we always did before
but then we try to get close and run into it.”

“Yeah.” She sighed sadly, abandoning her food and grabbing Scott’s
hand. “I’m not saying it was a
mistake. I’m just saying it was a mistake
that it happened when it did.” Scott
looked wounded but nodded again. “That
date the other night, that was a mistake…” She smiled ruefully, remembering
Duncan’s disappointment at his lack of a goodnight kiss. She just could not bring herself to kiss
him, especially in front of Scott.
Scott had kissed that cheerleader but she caught him wiping his mouth
after the girl had disappeared into her house.
For some reason, Jean felt a measure of comfort in that action.

“Agreed. Bad luck all around on that one.” He considered something briefly and screwed up his courage,
deciding to just come out with it.
“Jean, you should know that I meant what I said. No matter what happens between us, I will
always love you.” She dropped his hand
and leaned back, looking shocked and sad all at once. Scott rushed on, “It was bad timing to ask you to marry me, especially
while we’re still in high school, but it doesn’t change how I feel and it
doesn’t change the fact that I am not ashamed of what we did. I could care less about the fact you cheated
on Duncan, either!” Jean’s mouth
snapped shut, her side of the argument effectively cut off. “Look, I can’t help what I feel. I’ve loved you forever, you know.” He ran his hands through his hair, feeling a
new jolt of sympathy and jealousy for Kurt.


“Scott…you know I can’t tell you
the same thing.”
n’t n’t or won’t?” Annoyance and anger swelled within him,
tamping down the affection he was feeling.
Jean felt the shift like a slap across her face and gasped at the
physical pain of it. “Look, Jean, that
night last December you sure as Hell didn’t hold back saying all sorts of
things to me. I don’t know what you
think is going on here but I am not going to follow you like a lost
puppy forever. I love you,
passionately, madly, with all my being.
You’re all I think about, you’re what I compare all other women to. But you’re tearing my heart out, Jean. I don’t think I can deal with this for much
longer.” He had stood and was leaning
forward, almost in Jean’s face. “Like I
said, I will always love you, but I may not be around for you to ignore
forever. Time marches on and it’s
taking me with it.”

Scott pushed himself away and
strode into the school, nearly knocking Kurt and Kitty down. They had been lingering near the double
doors, putting up with Amara’s mumbled disapproval, watching the argument
unfold. Kitty glared after Scott,
missing Kurt’s understanding look in his direction. “Be right back.” She
grabbed Amara by the hand and dragged her over to the table where Jean sat, looking
strangely broken. Her red hair fell
across her face and dangled dangerously near her now-cold lunch tray and her
eyes were squeezed shut. “Jean? Want to talk?”

“She obviously is fighting with
Scott. Just leave her be and let’s go
to class.” Amara was made supremely
uncomfortable by vivid emotional displays and she had a sinking feeling that
she was about to be caught in a maelstrom of hurt and sadness. Kitty made shooing motions, silently
indicating that if she wasn’t going to help, she may as well get the Hell gone. I’m not about to leave her alone for Kurt
to molest. None of these peons are
worth losing face with the Professor for.
Amara crossed her arms and arranged her features into her best “Get
on with it” expression and settled in for a long story.

“Jean, c’mon. You don’t have to tell me—us—anything. Just, like, let it go. Cry, yell, hit someone, just don’t sit here
and stew in it.” Jean opened up her
red-rimmed eyes and fixed Kitty with the most mournful look the girl had ever
seen. The telepath took a deep breath
and Kitty knew what was coming and braced herself. A wave of intense sadness washed over Kitty and Amara, a feeling
of desperation and loneliness and confusion.
Amara shuddered and bowed her head but Kitty kept her eyes on Jean. “Why?”

Images flooded their minds. It was sometime around Christmas—Kitty could
see the decorations in her mind’s eye, and smell the apple cider that Doctor
McCoy was setting out. She was nowhere
in the picture so she knew it must be around Chanukah, placing her in Chicago. Kurt dashed across the scene, ribbon
trailing from his tail. Jubilee and
Jamie followed, calling out for him to stop, they were just messing with
him. Scott’s head appeared over the
back of the couch and he smiled. Kitty
felt a swell of warmth in her chest and knew that she was seeing this all through
Jean’s eyes, feeling this all from Jean’s point of view. Amara wore a little smile, seemingly
experiencing the same events. The
perspective shifted and she (no, not me—Jean) was sitting next to Scott
on the couch. Affection and friendship
were the dominant emotions, laced with something darker and more basic. Something Kitty was quickly becoming
familiar with. Somewhere outside her
awareness, a bell rang and Kitty dimly realized that this was the warning bell
for fifth period but she did not care. She
was at the mansion and it was almost Christmas and she was…in love? With
Scott? Oh, Jean! Amara’s head snapped up and her eyes narrowed. Something isn’t right here. Kitty felt another wave of intense
emotion, channeled through Jean unintentionally from Amara. She’s jealous! She’s mad at the two of them! Jean was apparently unaware of this new feeling; she was immersed
in reliving the events of this night in late December, unaware that she was an
open channel for everyone nearby. She
poured all of her memories out to Kitty and Amara, drawing them to her
bedroom. Kitty could smell the faint
perfume Jean always wore and saw her (Jean’s) reflection in the mirror. She was dressed in pajamas and her hair was
twisted on top of her head, damp tendrils lying against her neck. The steam from the shower had made her skin
moist and Kitty felt sensuous, voluptuous.
Jean’s eyes moved from the mirror, alerted by an inner sense that she
was about to get a visitor. Kitty could
feel the anticipation building in her stomach and was surprised that usually
reserved Jean would have butterflies in her stomach. A knock on the door and Kitty’s eyes flew to the entrance. A voice not her own called for whoever it
was to come in and she felt her knees go weak at the sight of Scott, in
sweatpants and a t-shirt, filling the gap between the door and the frame. He was carrying a present, wrapped in white
paper with green ribbon but Jean’s eyes lingered on his mouth. Amara and Kitty both sighed with Jean’s
admiration. He took a pre fro from Jean, a bag tied shut with gold
ribbon. Some words were exchanged that
they could not hear, as focused as this memory was on emotions. Scott gestured in the direction of Jean’s
head and Kitty could feel earrings beneath her fingers. She knew that he was commenting on Duncan’s
gift to Jean, a pair of small gold studs that all the girls had admired, even
Amara (though she would not openly admit such a thing). Embarrassment followed by curiosity and
her/Jean’s hands opened the present in her lap. Shyness. Scott’s hands
slid the necklace around her/Jean’s neck and she could feel the thrills of
pleasure at his brushes against her/Jean’s neck. His mouth is so close…a little mental command…but that
wouldn’t be fair, would it? The thoughts
were as Kitty’s own and she felt Jean’s embarrassment at the revelations. Amara was still angry, she could tell, but
the obvious reason why was eluding Kitty, so lost was she in this memory of
Jean’s. The scene skipped ahead by what
seemed a short period of time. I am
being kissed. Lust rose in her
belly and Kitty’s hands clutched at the table.
Kurt’s image in her mind was replaced by Scott and her hands were
replaced by Jean’s long, pale ones.
Scott was cradling her face tenderly, his pulse racing beneath her
fingers on his chest. She felt delicate
and loved, a new feeling, Kitty could tell.
I’m tired of being strong.
Things quickly progressed, her fingers itched to take off Scott’s
glasses and see his eyes while they kissed but common sense kept her hands
against his chest, his neck and his hair.
Her caresses grew more urgent as his hands slid from her face to her
shoulders, then lower to her breasts.
Kitty felt the moan rise in her throat as Jean’s desire washed over
her. Amara had put her head down on the
table and a faint sniffle issued from her direction. Phantom fingers tugged at Kitty’s nipples and scudded over her
sensitive breasts; she arched into the touch and let her head fall back. Jean’s memories showed a similar reaction,
followed by Scott’s face hovering over hers, his torso gently pressing her back
against her own bed. His arousal
pressed against the hot dampness seeping through her pajama bottoms and Kitty
felt the jolt of pleasure Jean experienced.
A small part of her wondered if this was cheating on Kurt, this
vicarious sexual pleasure from a telepath.
Amara had drawn herself into the fetal position and seemed to be
fighting the experience, causing no small amount of discomfort to Jean. Jean, for her part, sallied onwards. The entire experience flooded into Kitty’s
brain: clothes were quickly shed and a dull flush of embarrassment spread at
Scott’s appraisal. He thinks I’m
exquisite. What does he know—he’s
seventeen! Oh, God! I don’t care! So long as he doesn’t stop!
Scott’s hatractraced Jean’s body, seeing clearly what his eyes could
only see through a red veil. Love, not
lust, was the dominant emotion now. His
mouth followed his hands, leaving small damp marks on Kitty’s psychic flesh, a
sensation that she knew belonged to Jean and not herself in reality. Small shivers ran involuntarily down the
length of her spine as his mouth suckled on her sex and she felt her hips
tighten and rise, hoping the feeling was strictly mental and that she wasn’t
writhing around on the picnic table in the schoolyard. Electric shocks of orgasm showered on Kitty
and Amara as Jean’s mind moved them further into the remembrance. She was astride Scott, his glasses were off
but his eyes were tightly closed. I
wto sto see his eyes, damn it. I want
him to look at me. The rhythmic
movements of Jean’s hips against Scott’s was quickly shattered by a low moan
and a rush of warmth within her womb. God
bless birth control. The smell of
sweat and human musk permeated the air around her and Kitty felt the sticky
sweat of sex binding two bodies together.
The mood shifted, though. She
was wearing her pajama bottoms now but was topless. Scott was dressed again but leaning over her, teasing her breasts
with his fingers and long, slow licks of his tongue followed by tiny, sharp
nips with his teeth. For the first
time, Kitty heard his voice clearly in this memory. “Marry me?” Fear raced
through her veins, smothering any other emotion. Kitty could hear clearly the ensuing fight, the reasons why what
they just did was wrong even though, deep inside, her heart was denying those
words. She saw Scott’s pained
expressions, the tears sliding from beneath his glasses. The sheer depression that washed over Kitty
and Amara when the door in Jean’s memory slammed brought both girls to
tears. The show was over and Jean was
weeping abjectly.

“Why?” Both girls were shocked at the rough sound of Amara’s voice. “You bitch.
You fucking bitch.” Her hand
snaked out and slapped Jean hard, raising a welt almost instantly. “You can’t love him like he wants you to,
like he needs you to! Why do you have
to hold on to him? Let him go!” Amara took of full tilt for the school,
leaving Jean and Kitty to stare after her in teary amazement.

“Jean, I don’t understand.” They were alone in the schoolyard, late
again for class. Soon, Kitty knew,
someone would see them and they would be in trouble. “I can get why you didn’t accept his proposal, I mean, we are
awfully young for marriage, but why did you reject him totally?” Kitty rubbed her head which was developing a
migraine-like ache. She felt drained
and wondered how much worse Jean felt.
The other girl looked pale and haggard, her hands shaking and veins
pulsing in her neck. an uan understand
being scared—Hell, until Friday I was freaked out about Kurt knowing how I felt
but, well…” she opened her hands in an
expansive gesture, encompassing the past week’s events.

“Kitty, how I feel about Scott does
scare me, but not why you think.” Jean
craned her neck, looking over her shoulder in the direction Amara ran. “She’s bound to draw attention. We’d better get inside.” Kitty gathered her books in mute
acquiescence and followed Jean to the glass doors. “Look, Kitty, I’m sorry about…”

Kitty raised her hand in a
stop-gesture. “It’s okay. You told us what was wrong the best way you
knew how. I won’t tell about the…you
know…if you won’t. Besides, I think
Kurt might get jealous.” She did not
add that Scott would probably be upset too.
Besides, Jean probably already knew that. Without another word, the two young women entered the school just
as the bell for sixth period rang.
“Looks like we’re going to be
able to slip in unnoticed. The gods
must be with us.” Jean’s smile was
watery and her hands were still shaking.


“Do you think you need to go
home?” Kitty was concerned, staying
close to her friend in the growing crush of students.

“I’ll be fine. I have study hall this period so I can relax
and maybe nap a little. I’ve just been
overextending myself today.” Jean
caught sight of Amara exiting the girl’s restroom and pulled Kitty towards the
other girl. “We need to have a story in
case anyone asks where we were fifth period,” she said by way of greeting when
they caught up with Amara.

“Just tell them we had female
trouble.”

“All three of us?” Amara still was not talking to either girl,
glaring at Jean like the red head had just killed her puppy.

“Well, we all have different
classes fifth period so maybe it’ll work.
Just tell the teachers that we were caught without supplies.” Kitty had used this excuse once before after
a nasty fight with Lance and it had seemed to work—no one asked for proof at
any rate. “That okay with you,
Amara?” The Nova Roman finally looked
up.

“I curse you to the depths of
whatever Hell spawned you, Jean.” She
spat at Jean’s feet and turned on her heel, stomping through the throngs to her
sixth period class.

“Well. We’ll take that for a yes.”
Jean looked mortified, turning appalled eyes to Kitty. Kitty, however, was fighting a fit of the
giggles. Amara has a crush on
Scott! Poor baby—I can sympathize. But only she could turn being heartbroken
into a Victorian melodrama. Jean’s
own lips were starting to quirk and soon both girls were laughing so hard they
could not stand up straight.

“Hey, y’all. Gonna miss another class?” Rogue came out of the bathroom, a fresh coat
of eyeliner still damp and shiny.

“Shit. Mr. Waters didn’t say anything, did he?” Kitty’s biochemistry teacher was hard on any
students caught skipping.

“Nah. Told him you were surfing the crimson wave[6]
and were holed up in the ladies’ waiting for someone with a tampon.” The girls headed down the hall, Kitty
wrinkling her nose in distaste. Jean’s
study hall was the first door they came to, the red head nodding her goodbyes
and Kitty extracting a promise from her that she try to rest. “What’s up with her?” Rogue adjusted her book bag over one shoulder
and raised her eyebrow, her “I care but I’m not going to give you the satisfaction
of knowing” look.

“Long story. Let’s just say she’s had a rough
morning.” Kitty and Rogue had reached
Rogue’s metal shop class and they could see Evan waving at them from behind a
heavy looking piece of machinery. “Want
to see what we’re making? It’s a
collar.” Rogue had a “thing” for spiked
jewelry and was always making new variations of it in metal shop class, usually
based on ancient armor pieces.

“I’ve gotta get to co-op. I’ll come by after school and you can show
me.” They parted ways and Kitty headed
for the school counselor’s office. Her
sixth period class was a co-op class where she got elective credit for doing
office work. She thought it was the
school’s way of saving money on office help but did not mind the free
time. Miss Crabtree rarely had much for
her to do so she usually read for most of her time in the office. As expected, Miss Crabtree only had a
handful of files for Kitty to put away, leaving the girl sitting in her empty office
while she hared off after some boys raising Cain in the gymnasium. “Probably the Brotherhood,” Kitty muttered
to herself, filing the last folder. She
looked around the office, her eyes resting on a pad of the slips the school
counselors used to get students out of class.
There was a short list of reasons on each sheet of paper, with
directions to “check the appropriate box” and space for the counselor’s
signature. Amara had not popped her
head in to check up on her and she did not see the girl coming and going from her
assigned co-op in the library. I
wonder… Kitty slid the top sheet
off the pad, looking guiltily around as if expecting to find the place bugged
with cameras and microphones, recording her misdeeds. Lucky me. Miss
Crabtree is so efficient she already has the top few signed. Heh.
Baby’s about to do a bad, bad thing[7]… She took the top slip and scanned the list
of excuses, ticking “Family emergency” and scribbling in Kurt’s name across the
top line. Feets don’t fail me now![8]


 

A knock on the classroom door
startled most of the art students. Kurt
hated this class because his hands would not allow him to hold the tools
properly and his work was always somewhere between a bad imitation of Picasso
and kindergarteners’ finger painting.
And the media always stuck in his fur. Mrs. Gibson drifted towards the door, continuing her saga of the
oil pastel in modern art. Kurt’s ears
pricked at the sound of Kitty’s voice and he spun on his stool to see her. She had a sad expression on her face and was
handing Mrs. Gibson one of those blue slips the counselors used when… Mein
Gott! Is someone dead?

“Mister Wagner, please go see Miss
Crabtree immediately. Miss Pryde will
accompany you.” The teacher smiled
sadly at him, obviously thinking the worst.
As he passed her, Mrs. Gibson squeezed his shoulder in sympathy. “Take all the time you need, son.”

“Er, sure…” Kitty was waiting across the hall, leaning
against some lockers. The t-shirt she
had thrown on that morning was looser than her usual fare but somehow enticing
to Kurt, like she was hiding her figure from any eyes but his. Verdammt testosterone! “Vas ist das?” Kitty was smiling. Well,
no one is dead then. “Why aren’t
you in class?”

“Co-op. Miss Crabtree is breaking
up some fight in the gym and lecturing the perps on why it’s wrong. I’m at a loose end since Amara is, um,
indisposed.”

“You forged a note?” Mein Gott, I love her!

“Forged is such a harsh word… it
was already signed. I just liberated
it.” Kitty pushed herself away from the
wall and motioned for him to follow her.
“I’m feeling distinctly wicked.”

“Really? Hmmm. In a confessional mood, mein Liebes?” Hah. Me as a priest. That’s a laugh!

“Ah, but I’m Jewish. I don’t go to Confession.” She had stopped outside the theatre. It was empty this period since the drama
class was on a field trip to see a play in town. “However, there are something I want to discuss with
you.” She bumped the door with her hip
while jiggling the old fashioned door knob.
The theatre was in an older part of the school and looked it—the door to
the stage was wooden and had an ancient knob and lock that most students at
Bayville knew was easily breached.
“Follow me, Sweetie.” Kitty
disappeared into the darkness of the stage’s wings. Kurt’s sensitive eyes picked her out about two yards ahead of
him, leaning against a large costume crate.
“Are you coming?”

“You bet.” He pulled the door shut behind him, slipping
the area into a false night. He joined
Kitty against the crate and took her hand in his. “Can you see me?”

“I can see your eyes. You know they glow?” Her hand moved in the direction of his face
and paused. “I don’t want to, like,
poke you or anything…”

“Ach! Mein heart is breaking!
Mein Katzchen doesn’t want to poke me!” This earned him a playful slap that landed somewhere on his upper
arm. Kitty laughed and leaned against him, more sure now of this distance
between them. The mood took a turn for
the serious when he felt her sigh against his chest.

“I love you.”

“Me, too, Kitty. What’s wrong?” She shifted, allowing him to pull her to the floor.

How did I end up in his lap? “Just…stuff. Did you talk to Scott earlier?”

“Ja, a little. He wouldn’t say too much but I gathered it
was about Jean.” Kitty bore the faint
scent of arousal and he wondered if it was because of him or something
else. He had the feeling he did not
really want to know.

“I talked to Jean. They have problems. Lots of problems.” She snuggled against him now, burying her face in his neck. “I like you without the holo.”

That was out of left field…
“I’m glad. I just have to get used to
being without it outside of school.” Kitty had noticed that Kurt was relying on
his image projector a lot more at the mansion since they got a new batch of
recruits in.

“You know I love you no matter how
you look.” She nipped at his jaw,
smiling into his neck when he shuddered.


“I think I would love you more if
you were blonde.” Ow! Katzchen has
an arm on her! “Just kidding, Mein Schatz..”

“I know. That was mean, though.”
She sulked and took his left wrist in her hand, trying to see his watch
in the dark. “Does this thing light
up?”

“I think we can hear the bell in
here. And I’m sorry I was mean.” He nuzzled her hair, earning a purr of
contentment. Huh. Kitty purrs. How…unexpected.

“I think I can forgive you.” She shifted to face him, her thighs
straddling his. “Are you still holding
to that no-sex rule?”

“Not if you keep this up…” He was torn between saying to hell with it
and going at it right there on the floor, and sticking to his original promise
to “be good.”

“Ah. Well, what if we just made out?”
She ground against him, eliciting a feral growl from her boyfriend. He pushed her onto her back, winding up with
her thighs wrapped around his waist and her heels against the back of his
legs. “This is good…”

“Ja. Very good.” He ground
against her now, hissing as she arched into his erection. “You know, we don’t have to have sex to
achieve…satisfaction.” His hands
skimmed over the thin shirt and he could feel the turgid peaks of her nipples
straining against his hand.

“Mmmmm.” Must form words.
Can’t…rational speech centers shutting down…

“I think that this,” another
thrust, “will do us nicely for now, ja?”
Kurt’s lips suckled on Kitty’s earlobe.
“Can you see me at all?”

“Uh-uh. Just the (gasp) eyes!”
She thought she saw a flash of white teeth before he began an assault on
her senses. His tail slid up her shirt,
wrapping around the swell of a breast.
She tossed her head from side to side as he teased her nipple with the
tip of his tail. I love tails. Huh.
Speech gone, thought stupid…must be the hormones.

Kurt pinned Kitty’s hands above her head and
nibbled his way down her neck. “Just
let me do everything, okay?” He saw her
nod in the darkness and continued his trail down to her collar bone. His tail shifted to her other breast and
Kurt closed his hand around the now-free one.
A fleeting thought crossed his mind about how guys with five fingers go
about this before the scent of Kitty’s arousal hit his nostrils. Thank you, God, for giving me a mutation
with sensitive senses. He suckled
on her neck again, careful not to leave marks for anyone (Logan) to see. Kitty was making mewling noises in her
throat as his left hand held her wrists captive and his right continued teasing
her breast. He slid his tail down her
stomach, pausing to appreciate the silky feel of her skin, dipping the tip of
his tail into the hollow of her navel.
Her mewling turned to gasps and moans as his tail moved down the gentle
swell of her lower abdomen and teased the top of her panties. “Okay?”

“Oh, yes!”
His tail touched the curling hair covering her sex, testing the
dampness. Kitty arched into his touch,
causing his tail to slide further down the crease of her femininity.

“Shhh, Mein Engel.” I am the one making her feel
this way. Just me. How did I get so lucky? With a slow thrust, Kurt slid a few inches
of his tail into her opening. Her
muscles clenched around him and his eyes rolled back in his head. It was his turn to gasp. His tail was almost as sensitive as his own
sex, not that most people realized that.
Kurt did not think even Kitty realized that yet. A stronger thrust moved his tail further
into her body and she writhed against him, rolling her hips in a move
reminiscent of the dance he had seen her doing that morning. She worked her hands free and clutched at
Kurt’s back, fighting the noises rising in her throat. “Let it go, Kitty, for me.”

“What about you?”
He saw that she was holding back, a faint sheen of sweat covering her
face.

“Don’t worry about me. I can, um, you know…if I need to.” He hated to mention that to her but knew that she would continue
to hold back if she thought he would be uncomfortable from their
activities. She wrinkled her brow but
her concern was soon forgotten when he used the very end of his tail to tease
that sensitive bundle of nerves that made stars explode before her eyes. Kitty bucked against him, driving him deep
inside her. Kurt felt his own release
suddenly upon him as her inner muscles contracted again, harder than
before. “Mein Leibes!” The sticky fluid spread across his lower
abdomen as Kitty came down from her own orgasmic rush. The bell rang just outside the door, causing
the two to jump and Kurt to eye his front with some dismay.

“Oh, Kurt…”
Kitty seemed to realize the predicament as Kurt slid his tail from her
own pants and she felt the cooling moisture from her body slide against her
skin.

“It’s okay.
Go on to class. I’ll get cleaned
up and see you after school, ja?” She
smiled and planted a solid kiss on his mouth.


“I love you Kurt.”
She adjusted her clothes and turned when she reached the door, “I hate
having to sneak like this.”

“Me too, Katzchen.
But don’t worry about this. I
just don’t want you to get in trouble.”
She looked a little sheepish and tossed him a wave as she vanished out
the door. Kurt sighed and pulled the
front of his jeans away from his body.
“Ick.” Well, at least I
didn’t break my promise… Kurt
waited until he heard the hall clear and made his way to the boy’s bathroom,
passing Amara on the way.

“Even the freak gets to be in love. I hate this.” She stalked off down the hall, missing the assessing look she was
getting from Lance.

“Well, well, well.
Looks like I may have a business partner.”

 

TBC

 

 



[1] I’m going to
kill him! (Thanks, Foxfeather!)

[2] Shamelessly
taken from the series “Home Movies” on Cartoon Network

[3] I’m just
borrowing things left and right, aren’t I?
Going caveman is taken from the X Files ep. “Home” where Mulder is
describing a murder scene.

[4] No pun
intended.. :P

[5] From a
Simpson’s Treehouse of Terror episode making fun of The Shining.

[6] From the
movie Clueless

[7] Chris Isaak.
Eyes Wide Shut. I’ve got to lay off
the borrowed stuff.

[8] I think this
is from Blazing Saddles Maybe
Looney Toons.. I just know I
didn’t come up with it on my own.