We Can Explain...

We Can Explain...Chapter Ten (NC-17)
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Kitty was hyper aware of Kurt's intense gaze as she knelt beside her bed and fished out the tiny box in which she had secreted the items. She felt his breath on the back of her neck as shckedcked back on her heels to bring the pale blue box into the light, holding it on her open palm. Part of her felt very nervous, like she was about to do something very bad and if she got caught, there would be Hell to pay. Her stomach fluttered with mad butterflies and the blood tingled under her skin as she turned on the balls of her feet to offer the box up to Kurt. "I didn't know if I needed to tape it shut or not," she blurted. "I didn't want them to fall out..."
nod nodded, his brow furrowed in lines of concentration as he carefully took the box from her. "Tiffany's? Nice."
"My grandmother's ring was in it," she shrugged, never taking her eyes off of the box. "It was the only one I had that was the right size." She licked her suddenly very dry lips and moved to kneel, bringing her eyes level with the box where it now rested on Kurt's knee. "Be careful. We don't want to go through all this again."
"Ja, I know," he breathed, swallowing audibly as he lifted the box and slowly, carefully, removed the lid. His breath hissed out between his teeth as he regarded the tiny silver blobs resting on the white cardboard interior. "So little..."
"And so much trouble," she finished. "Kurt, put the lid on. It makes me nervous." Kitty tasted coppery fear in her mouth and turned her face away from the innocuous appearing box. "We need to take it to the Professor." She did not look at him again until she heard the slight rasp of the lid being replaced.
"Ja, I know. Or," he paused, his brow smoothing as an idea occurred to him, "Forge." His face became less tense and more open as the notion took a more firm hold. "Forge might be able to..."
"No," she said sharply, her fingers curving into talons as she fought the urge to strike the box from his grasp. "No," she repeated in a calmer tone. "The Professor. If he wants Forge to monkey with it, let him take care of it." She nodded decisively, rising only to sit next to him on the edge of her bed. "Kurt, these things, whatever they are, nearly killed all of us."
Kurt was at a loss as to what to do with the box. It felt too important, too theoretically weighty to place on the bedside table, too dangerous to simply stick in his pocket and too awkward to continue to hold. The weight of the past week seemed to rest squarely in his palm-all of the fear, the confusion, the sheer frustration and mystery and anger, all condensed into those gl of of silver, secured in a cardboard box. The temptation to simply teleport to Forge's workroom and wake the man up was great, but Kitty's liquid gaze unnerved him. "Okay," he sighed. "We will take it to the Professor."
"Thank you," she murmured, slipping her arm around his waist where she began idly stroking his tail where it lay along his thigh. "I know I'm usually the one going gung ho about plans and stuff, but this is just..." She paused, searching for the right words. "It's too big," she finally said, sighing. Her fingers squeezed his sensitive tail in a form of embrace Blushing softly at his involuntary shudder, she released her gasp and rested her hand on his side instead. "I still don't know everything that happened to us."
Kurt reached to stroke her hair in what was becoming a comforting habit. He rubbed the strands between his fingers and sighed. "I know. It would be so much easier if it were an obvious thing, like Magneto or even someone who knew about us and hated us..." His words trailed off as he closed his eyes, trying to think of something he may have missed during their week lost. He had been over it so often he thought the memories might fray around the edges like old photographs. The scent of Kitty's strawberry shampoo tickled his senses and he sighed, pulling her a little closer. "Katzchen, has it occurred to you that maybe this is part of it? Maybe this is all part of the dream or trip or whatever we were involved in?"
She swallowed sharp nausea at that notion. "Please don't say things like that," she begged softly. "It's bad enough it happened once. I don't want to imagine it happening again, in fantasy or reality." She pressed her ear against his chest, the firm and steady beating of his heart a strange comfort to her frazzled nerves. "I just wish we could get this whole thing over with. Why is the Professor making us drag it out like this?"
Kurt sighed, hearing the hitch in her voice and feeling her arm tighten around him. What he really wanted, he admitted to himself, was to be able to make love to her uninterrupted until she forgot all about the problems. He wanted, he added, trailing his fingers down her back to the curve of her hip, to make her sigh and moan and clutch at him and cry his name until they were both absolved of all the taint of the week, clouding their souls. "Katzchen, we can take it to him now, before everyone is done with lunch..." _Get it over with sooner. Maybe he will call a halt to our stories if he has this to examine. _
"Okay," she sighed, regretfully pulling away. She felt cold without his body heat against her, despite her room being relatively warm. She wanted to go back to bed and sleep, nothing more, next to him where she felt safe. She had not felt safe in what seemed like forever but she knew it had only been seven days. "We'll go now."
Kurt closed his fingers tightly around the box and tried to smile, ending up with more of a grimace. "When we're done with all of this mess, I want to lock us in my room for the weekend."
She snorted. "I don't think Logan will let that happen."
"Let me have my little dreams," he sighed, bowing her out of the room. "I need them lately."