The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea Chapter Eight (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch, Uberbeta and EMPRESS OF MULTITASKING… A week and a half! InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink and Dracena are marshmallowy goodness for archiving/hosting! ProPhile, your smutmuseness works transatlantic. ;) Morgan: *confettis * The kind that warms… ;) Readers/Reviewers: *gasp * A plot point forthcoming, lol! Thanks for reading/reviewing and dodging ducks… The Killer Kitties ™ have vanished, though.. :(

Kitty was not sure how to feel. Her stomach felt as if a cold stone set in the very bottom, making her chest ache and back throb with tension. She had thought the Professor had wanted to go over some more school paperwork with her, particularly the thick sheaf of contracts and forms for student housing. She had no idea it was such a pain in the neck to move into campus housing, especially since she wanted a room to herself. She had followed Logan to the Professor’s study with no other thought in her mind as she settled on the settee to wait. “He’ll be down in a sec,” Logan had said, looking suffused. The good humor that had been writ on his features moments before was gone, replaced with a tiredness she had not seen in a very long time.
“What’s wrong?” she asked immediately, making to rise to her feet but finding herself pushed back down with a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Logan, you look like someone just died!”
He cocked his head to one side and gave her the kindest gaze. “Kitty, just wait here. Professor Xavier will be in in a moment.”
She found herself alone, Logan’s heavy tread incongruous with his usual stealth demeanor. She was not sure how long she waited, just that it was longer than a moment. She heard some people come and go outside the door and Kurt calling to someone a bit sloppily as he wandered by. She wondered if he could sense her there, her scent and being, in ways that those with more average senses could not. The idea kept her pleasantly distracted for several minutes, the thought of Kurt being aware of her, making catching the faintest waft of her perfume on the cold air of the house or maybe, she thought, growing slightly warm, he could tell she was there using some other, more mysterious sense, the same way he could tell where to port without looking, just sensing the placement of people and things… She was just starting to really let her mind wander when the door swung open and the Professor entered, followed by Storm. Kitty straightened and folded her hands primly on her lap. “Hey, Storm,” she said cheerily. The older woman nodded, her face a mask of neutrality. “Professor?” She felt her eyes widen as he regarded her with a careful look of benign politeness. “Am I in trouble or something?” she blurted.
Professor Xavier glanced at Storm and nodded. Storm moved to sit next to Kitty and took up one of her hands in both of hers -- a friendly, comforting gesture. “Kitty, something very… important… has happened,” Storm said softly. “And we need to talk with you about it before you hear it from someone else.”

Kurt laid across Kitty’s bed patiently. She would be up soon, he knew, because the Professor did not usually keep her long. Not lately anyway. Things had pretty much settled down for them, at least in terms of their personal lives, the Pantheon incidents notwithstanding, and Kitty was really looking forward to going away to school, even if it was not that far, really. He sighed and idly thumped his tail against her mattress. He knew this was important to her and he was very happy for her and proud of her for getting into such a difficult, well known program… But part of him could not help but think she could have been just as happy at Bayville College. He snapped from his reveries as Kitty phased soundlessly through the door and stopped short just inside her room. He had left only one light on, the soft rose colored light beside her bend ind it cast the room in a warm glow. “I was hoping you wouldn’t be long, Liebes,” he smiled, moving to her side in a few steps. Kitty blinked up at him in surprise for a moment, looking utterly confused. Kurt licked his lips and hurried to add, “I was thinking that maybe we could stay in tonight instead of go to the movies, since Todd and Rogue aren’t going out…”
“You smell like beer,” she said succinctly. “Why?” She pulled away slightly and trailed towards the bed, distracted. “Uh, had one mit the other guys…” He shrugged then hurried to stand behind her as she faced the bed. He slipped his arms around her waist and rest his chin on her shoulder, sighing against her neck. She shivered slightly and sighed as he added, “Almost everyone is out doing things tonight… even Jono and Paige are gone. We have hours to be alone ,,,”
Kitty nodded and seemed to be thinking something over before she turned in his arms and leaned back slightly to look him in the eye. “Make love to me, Kurt.”
It was his turn to blink. Kitty was not usually so direct and if she was, her directness took less verbal forms. “Katzchen, are you feeling well?”
She snorted softly and leaned closer, pressing her lips against his in a sudden, hard kiss. Kurt grunted slightly in surprise as she reached up and cradled his face in her hands, holding him still while she kissed him thoroughly, her tongue darting between his lips to slip softly, slowly across his, a mimic of more intimate activities. Kurt capitulated after a moment’s more hesitation, tangling his fingers in her hair and tilting her head back, taking control of the kiss. She sighed as their lips parted, her eyes fluttering closed when his brushed a kiss against her jaw, then lower against the soft skin of her throat. Her hands fell to his shoulders, sliding across his arms to his wrists where she squeezed gently but did not try to move him. She moaned a little as he moved his kissing down her throat to the notch of her collar bones, pausing to draw on the tender skin there. She shivered involuntarily and began to pull him down with her as she sat, then laid on the bed. Kurt found himself atop her, her legs wrapping around his as his tail wriggled free. Her eyes were still closed, her face a pale pink in the lamp light, though Kurt could not quite tell how much was from the artificial glow and how much was from her own body reacting to his ministrations. She wriggled impatiently and he returned his attention to her breathing, the fine beads of sweat threatening to raise on her skin, the way her lips moved as if she were saying his name silently. He unbuttoned her blouse hastily as he had hours before and pushed the cups of her bra away wordlessly. Kitty sighed then, a long exhalation that made gooseflesh rise on her exposed skin. A quick wiggle and tug on her part and her top and bra were off entirely, in a neat pile on the floor. Kurt sighed in appreciation, her soft breasts with their turgid pink nipples bare inches from his lips. He could feel her tremble beneath him, her hands resting shakily on his shoulders as he lowered his mouth slowly to her left breast. She cried out softly as his lips closed over the rosy peak, his tongue flicking out to taste her salt sweet flesh, the faint tang of powder and soap still evident after twelve hours. She shivered anew and seemed to melt into him and the bed both, her body fluid and languid as his attentions became more thorough, more needful. He laved and nibbled each mound as his tail worked it’s way inside the leg of her shorts, almost without his bidding. She was hot and wet, her body betraying her lack of vocalization. As the tip of his tail brushed the sodden fabric of her panties, teasing the swollen bud of her desire, she groaned, arching against him. Kurt was not quite sure who did what, but he found his jeans off and on the floor somewhere in the vicinity of Kitty’s clothes, and in rather short order at that.
She lay beneath him, naked and trembling slightly as she always seemed to when they were alone like this. Part of him felt oddly powerful, that she would respond to him like that, but the rest of him felt just as nervous as he had been on their first night together. Slowly, she stretched her arms over her head, arching her back so that her breasts jiggled enticingly. He laughed softly and kissed her again, brushing a sweet and quick kiss across each swollen nipple. She parted her thighs a little further, the scent of her arousal teasing him no end. He ached to be inside her but was trying to take his time, despite Kitty’s efforts to the contrary. He began trailing a line of kisses from her ribs to nav navel, darting his tongue into the depression and nibbling the soft swell of her belly. Kitty moaned again and raised her hips, silently asking for some measure of relief. His tail was tracing maddening patterns up and down her thighs, her hips and her side. She squirmed under this touch, moaning and gasping each time he touched certain spots, his backbrain finding it prudent to memorize these areas for future reference. Kitty arched her hips again, impatiently. “Kurt, please,” she whispered. “Now!”
He almost regretfully moved back up her body, shuddering as he lay full length against her, bare skin to his blue furred skin. He could feel each breath, each thud of her heart… When he entered her, it was in one long, slow thrust as she mewled in need beneath him. Her legs folded over his hips and thighs tightly, her arms cradling him as she nipped and nibbled at his ears and throat. He moaned against her hair, moving inside her as his body demanded. She felt so good around him, hot and soft and wet and grasping and just like silk should feel, he thought. He felt her shiver as he began to move more quickly, murmuring endearments in her ear as she clawed lightly at his back, her hips rising and falling in response to his thrusts. She began to breathe harder, her own movements becoming jerky and erratic as she clutched at him spasmodically. He slipped his tail between them and found the pearl of her need with the tip, flicking across it and teasing her to fulfillment. She cried out, arching her back and tightening her legs around him, her hands tangling in his hair as she drew him up for a kiss. Her body convulsed around his as she softly cried out again, this time begging him for more, begging him to finish, too. She shuddered and gasped, finally giving in and letting the climax wash over her. Kurt was not long for the union afterwards, unable to keep from his own release as she squeezed and writhed beneath him, her fingers igniting fires of need everywhere she touched. She sighed contentedly as he groaned her name into her shoulder, filling her with his climax.
She was loathe to let him move away, as always, but he could not just let them sit there, sweaty and sticky. When he returned with damp towels and they had cleaned up somewhat, he sighed and stretched out alongside her. “Liebes, that was wonderful…” He reached up and pushed an errant strand of hair from her eyes. “Have I told you that you’re beautiful today?”
“I have to go to Chicago,” she blurted, closing her eyes anew and leaning against the palm of his hand.
“Was? Why?” He frowned and squeezed her cheek gently, making her look at him. “What is it, Liebes?”
“My father had a heart attack earlier today and they’re not sure if he’s going to make it… I’m supposed to go tonight. I was going to find you and tell you but…” She sighed and reached up to touch his cheek. “I’ll be gone a few days. It’ll be fine.”
Kurt shook his head. “Nein. I’m going with you.”
She sighed. “I know. I told Storm so.”