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"What?" Kitty choked; then her face clouded over. "Where's Kurt?" Logan didn't answer. "Logan, Kurt didn't rape me." She said. "The bruises are from a really intense sparring match.\oganogan didn't believe her.
"And the bite?" He rubbed his thumb over the fresh puncture and she winced, moving her shoulder from his grasp
"Like I said, it was intense." He looked doubtful. "You know Kurt, he'd never force a woman into anything." When he still didn't look convinced she gritted her teeth. This was going to be embarassing. "Look, Mr. Logan," she began, "Everything started because Kurt was worried about me. Lance dumped me today and I needed to blow off a little steam in the danger room."
"Now it's 'Mr. Logan' again? I think we're past that now." He softened his expression. "I noticed that you were upset about something." He admitted. "It's why i went to the Danger Room." Kitty continued her story.
"Kurt came in and I wasn't very pleasant to him. He stuck around because he'd been dumped too and we both felt like we needed to beat the hell out of something and that was a perfect opportunity."
"Don't think I like the sound of that." He scowled. Kitty tossed his own advice back at him.
"No pack of mutant hating bullies is going to pull punches." She said. "I need to practice sometimes with a real fighter."
"I get it, go on."
"Well, things went in a different direction after the fight." She looked at her feet. "You know, too much sweating and close contact and all that."
"And the shirt I found?" Kitty winced. "It was shredded."
"I knew I forgot something." She shook her head. "Everything *was* consentual. Now where is Kurt?" It was Logan's turn to look embarassed.
"I uh- put him in a cell in the basement." He said.
Kitty didn't wait, she just phased through the floor and fell down two levels till she landed in the basement. She prayed that he wasn't in one of the many sub levels that went way below ground. She ran, towel clad to where the detention cells were. When she saw Kurt and the mess Logan had made of his face she nearly wept. He was sitting on the folding bunk with his head resting against the wall.
"Fuzzy, are you okay?"
Kurt's eyes popped open and he saw a nearly naked Kitty running toward him. She looked scared and upset.
"What are you doing here, Katzchen?" The words were carefuly formed around his busted and swollen lip. He stood and walked to the bars of the cell.
"Logan found me a few minutes ago and started giving me the third degree." She looked a little embarassed when the chill of the air in the basement reminded her of her state of undress. "He found my shirt and jumped to the wrong conclusion." She walked to the wall and punched in the release code. The cell door swung open but Kurt didn't leave.
"Are you so certain that he was wrong to lock me up?"
"Kurt." Kitty snapped. "Don't you dare go off on one of your holier than thou, self hating spirals that you love to indulge in." She grabbed him by the front of the shirt and dragged him out of the cell. "It's freezing down here and you need to get your lip and nose looked at."
"Liebchen." He said, gently. "I really was rough with you, in the danger room." He dropped his chin to his chest. "I don't like to hurt women."
"Fuzzy." Kitty said with the look of an elementary school teacher who was explaining the idea of two plus two. "I bit you first." She lifted his wrist and ran her thumb over the welt that she'd left with her own teeth. "You didn't do anything I didn't want or instigate so before I go off on my speech about why I'm the whore of Babylon, cut me a break and come on." She held out her hand and he took it, allowing her to lead him to the elevator.
"Am I really that into self abuse?" Kurt asked when the elevator doors closed around them. Kitty rolled her eyes.
"It wouldn't surprise me if you keep a strap under your bed to whip yourself every night."
"Well, Amanda did have this little set of-"
"Kurt." Kitty poked him in the arm. He chuckled and gave her a wolfish grin. Half a grin with the good side of his mouth.