Galatea

GALATEA CHAPTER NINE (NC-17)
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"Katzchen!" Kurt quickly regained his balance after the full-on Kitty assault. "What're you so happy about?"
"We're babysitting Lucas tonight."
"Oh..." He frowned. "I thought maybe we could go out tonight... It is Saturday and all... Maybe have some time for...er...German lessons..."
Kitty waved that off dismissively. "My German is coming along just...oh. Oh! Well, that can be later. Or earlier. We're babysitting because Cecilia and Beast are going out. O.U.T. out. " She bounced giddily in the hall before him, some strange teenaged girl jig that put him in mind of his sisters on sugar highs.
"Why are you so excited about that?"
"Kurt, sweetheart, darling, love of my life, they have never been on a honest to goodness date. Beast is too nervous to go out and be seen, even with the image inducer."
He sighed in sympathy. Even in his own home, he had been wearing his holo almost all the time. Forge had come up with a spare in case his main watch went fritzy on him, but so far, Kurt had been lucky. He did not even want to think about what would happen should the holo fail while in front of the students who had never seen his true form or worse, in public... "Kitty, you didn't prod him, did you?"
"I resent that," she sniffed, though a tad guiltily. "I'll have you know that Cecilia told me that before I even asked her a thing and she said she was glad I called because she was supposed to babysit Lucas for Tabby tonight. So ner."
Kurt fixed her with a penetrating gaze for a moment. "Okay. I believe you."
"I'm wounded you would doubt me," she said piously, turning and practically bouncing down the hall to her room, Kurt following at a t dit distan "Be "Besides," she said suddenly, turning around to face him at her door, "if I were going to plot something, wouldn't it be a lot more twisty than that?"
"Good point."
Kitty narrowed her eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Just that your plans are always very complex," he shrugged.
"Are you implying that I make a lot of plans?"
"Er...huh?"
Kitty sighed and shook her head. "I'm just touchy today. PMS or something."
Kurt licked his lips thoughtfully. He was alternately blessed and cursed with heightened senses and he had to admit that Kitty in high hormonal output was one of the blessings. He could tell-though he could not quite define how because it was not one of the basic five senses-when she was near her period. Some deeply ingrained animal instinct making her all the more appealing to his back brain. He could not explain it to anyone when they teased him about how often he and Kitty were together but the closest he could come to it, for his own mind, was that she was linked to him now on some primal level. Her scent or pheromones or whatnot were ingrained in him like his own blood. He hated it when he got melodramatic. "I think I know something to make you feel better..."
"I feel okay," she shrugged, phasing into her room backwards, pulling him along with her out of courtesy and habit. "Now, you need to go talk to Beast. Find out what he has planned and sort of...nudge him in the right direction."
"Nudge?" he repeated. "I do not nudge other men."
She sighed, smiling. "Guide him."
"I don't even know which direction I'm supposed to be sending him off in," he replied with little enthusiasm and more exasperation.
He stepped forward and Kitty stepped back, trying to keep enough distance so she could look at him while she talked. He smirked and stepped forward again, she perforce moving back, bumping into the trunk at the foot of her bed. "Kurt..."
"You plan too much," he said, closing the distance and kissing her forehead. Her mouth closed with an audible snap as he kissed the tip of her nose, then titled her chin up to kiss her lips. "Sometimes it's best not to plan something and let whatever is going to happen, happen." He nipped her lower lip and she parted for him, closing her eyes and sighing as he slipped his hand under her t-shirt and found her breast, squeezing her and passing his thumb over her stiffening nipple. The lace of her bra was rough and made the sensation even more profound as he repeated the action again and again until she moaned from it, the kiss deepening further as he moved her around the trunk and onto the bed.
"Kurt, we can't..."
"Ja, we can..." He moved to kiss her neck, just under her jaw, leaving a tiny red mark where he bit her flesh to mark her as his.
"No, we can't. I'm not playing. I have a Danger Room session with Logan in ten minutes."
"Then you can. I'll have to wait until later," he murmured against her ear, making her shiver beneath him. He moved his hand from her breast to her hip, rubbing small circles there as he kissed and licked and nipped a spiral line of kisses from her ear to her jaw to her throat. She sighed and raised her hips as if involuntarily and he took that as his cue. The waistband of her sweatpants was easy enough to slip beneath and he found her center, covered by the silky fabric of her underwear, to be hot and damp with desire. She mewled something that may have been his name or even a noise of aggravated desire as he teased her, suckling her neck as his fingers rubbed silken folds through her panties. She moaned again, louder and more demanding, and he had mercy on her state, pushing aside the fabric barrier and finding her core.
Kitty sighed in blissful ease, part of her need sated but much more left wanting. Kurt's teeth nipped her sensitized flesh and made her shudder as he worked a thick digit inside her desire, rubbing against the hidden pearl of her need as he moved within her. She raised her hips and contracted around him, seeking her own pleasure even as he sought to give it to her. His mouth closed over her breast through her shirt and bra, drawing hard enough to send tendrils of spasming desire straight to her center. The spiraling feeling of building climax shattered into release, pouring through her veins like molten gold and silver, erupting in a sharp cry of pleasure. She bit her lip hard to keep back her noisy completion, almost whimpering in bereft sensation as Kurt withdrew his touch. "That was not nice," she whispered thickly.
"Why not?" he asked, kissing his way back up her neck.
"Because now I want to do a lot more and can't."
"Anticipation," he sing-songed, helping her put her clothes to rights. "Now, what was it you..." He was pulling her shirt back down for her when a glint of chrome caught his eye. "Liebes...what is that?"
Kitty winced. The painkiller had worked so well she did not have the niggling painful reminder of her morning and momentarily forgotten about the ring in the heat of things. "Um, a mole?"
"What on Earth possessed you to...to..." He closed his eyes and tried to find the right word, his English facilities momentarily abandoning ship. He gave up and slipped into a lengthy German outpouring of dislike towards body piercing, about half of which Kitty recognized and the other half of which she was not sure she would want to.
"Whoa," she snapped, standing suddenly, "that's enough!"
"Katzchen..."
"I caught that...you said nice girls don't pierce their bodies... Well here's some news for you, Kurt, I'm a fucking nice girl and I have a pierced navel!" She phased through him and out of her room, pausing to stick her head back through the door and declare, "I'll take care of Beast myself. I don't want you to sully yourself by associating with my convoluted plans and my general un-niceness!"