Persistence of Memory
Persistence of Memory
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Persistence of Memory Chapter One (NC-17)
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Really. I live in a van down by
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either!) All X-Men and related characters
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contain sexual situations, possible alcohol and/or drug use, curse words,
mentions of Paganism, mentions of homosexuality and bisexuality, and who knows
what else. If any of this bothers you
or is illegal where you live, DON’T READ THE FIC!!!!!!!
painting…you know the one, with the melting watches and all…
A/N Goddess Foxfeather is still the Queen of Mad
Plotbunnies, the BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE ™, a Prophetic Muse and a Hamster Witch
(seriously. I can’t put anything in a cabinet without thinking of her now,
lol. ;) ) She’s also a kick-ass beta and quite a groovy fic writer.
sparkley muses for promoting sex between cartoon characters.
just groovy. J Readers/Potential
Reviewers: Well, here goes another one, lol…
“You can’t
play piggies with your toes.”
“You can’t
play what?” Kurt tucked his feet
under his knees and frowned dubiously.
“I don’t think I want you to…”
“Oh, you
know!” Kitty said, waving a negligent hand.
“This little piggy went to market, this little piggy stayed home…
colored slightly. “Don’t play that in Germany, huh?”
“Not as far
as I know,” he said cautiously, unfolding his legs once she busied her hands
with her uniform. “How’d you end up
with extra Danger Room sessions anyway?”
“Liberal
use of the F-word when my hard drive crashed.”
Kitty made a gagging noise as she pulled the zipper up to her neck.
anyway?”
Kurt leaned
forward and smiled appreciatively. “I
believe you have Logan and Storm to blame.
They said these are more durable than the old ones and more protective.”
“They’re
tighter, too,” Kitty groused. “Or I’m
bigger.”
He rolled
his eyes. “Don’t start that again,
Katzchen!”
“Sorry…you
eternally skinny people never have to worry about how your butt looks like whatever
the hell fabric this is. Ew, this isn’t
leather, is it?” The idea had occurred to her so suddenly that it gave her
mental whiplash.
Kitty looked as if she were about
to rip the uniform right off her body, zipper be damned, until Kurt shook his
head vehemently. “No animal died for
your uniform. I promise.”
“Are you sure?”
“Scout’s honor,” he said, holding
up one three-fingered hand.
“You weren’t a scout a day in your
life,” she said, smiling.
“And isn’t that lucky for you?”
“Why’s that?”
“I think there’s something in the
scout by-laws about ravishing helpless maidens.”
“You’ve taken a turn for the…” she
was cut off by a sudden, albeit tender kiss.
“Theatrical,” she finished when Kurt stepped back with a self-satisfied
smirk.
His smirk became a mock-pout.
cold!” he announced to the room at large.
“Pouting gets you nowhere,” Kitty
responded primly, stepping around him to retrieve a ponytail holder from her
bathroom. “You have no idea how lucky
we are…The Professor is making the new students share rooms.
first serve.”
Kurt sighed at the change in
subject and followed her into the bathroom.
“You know, I’m very persistent.”
“Mmmm.” Her concentration was taken by the difficulties of twisting the
elastic around her hair without leaving strands loose.
“Very,” he repeated, pulling her to
him and trailing kisses down the back of her neck. Kitty paused as if to protest, but her arms fell to her sides and
Kurt knew he had convinced her. She
sighed soundlessly and tilted her head to one side, allowing him better access
to the curve of her neck where it met her shoulder. Kurt fell to voraciously, nipping and suckling the slope of pale
skin, feeling her pulse increase beneath his tongue and lips, the heaving of
her breath against his chest. She made
an incoherent noise in her throat and reached for the uniform’s zipper, pulling
it down as he tugged the fabric off her shoulders. Kitty shivered in the cool room as even more of her skin was
exposed, the black uniform pooling at her feet with a final, decisive tug from
Kurt’s tail. Her hands covered his
where they rested on her stomach as he nuzzled her neck, the knowledge that she
was probably going to have a mark there only a faint niggling idea in the back
of her mind.
Kurt cold not get her clothes off
fast enough. Her bra vexed him
momentarily as he became fumble-fingered, damning the hooks and eyes of the
garment until he managed to unfasten it. He felt her become incorporeal for a
fraction of a moment as she herself shed the remainder of her
undergarments. No matter how many times
they had been together like this, Kurt was still vaguely astonished that he was
with Kitty, that she was willingly with him and wanted him as much as he wanted
her, as unbelievable as that seemed to him.
He paused just a second too long in his revels, making Kitty crane her
neck to look up at him, her back still against his chest.
“Nothing,” he lied, having no idea
how to explain the miasma of things he was thinking or even if he should
try to explain them. When she started
to frown, old uncertainty creeping back into her features, he kissed her
properly, parting her lips to seek the warmth of her mouth.
She sighed and murmured in her
throat, returning the kiss nearly desperately.
She tried to turn in his arms but Kurt would not let her, instead
pressing her forward to lean against the counter. She blinked at him in some confusion before subliminal knowledge
kicked in. “Oh,” she breathed.
She bit her lip as Kurt kissed the nape of her neck, her shoulder
blades, the space between. She closed
her eyes and sank into nervous excitement as his hands traced a path from her
breasts to her waist, clasping her tightly.
He entered her with excruciating slowness, filling her as he held her
still. She felt his teeth scrape her
shoulder as he began to move within her and she could not help the moans that
escaped her throat as he increased his rhythm.
Kitty moved against him, matching him thrust for thrust as she held
tightly to the counter top, striving to keep quiet in the house full of
mutants.
Kurt tried very hard not to give
into the urge to growl with pleasure, something he was sure would startle Kitty
no matter how much she protested to the opposite. She felt unbearably warm and soft and wet around him even while
she contracted in near-ecstasy around his length. Her murmured and whispered entreaties became louder, more
frequent, as she moved frantically, reaching behind her to bring him closer for
another kiss. She gasped aloud then,
arching her back as shudders ran through her and she cried out in rushing
pleasure. Kurt kissed her for all he
was worth, seemingly drinking in everything she had to give before his own
release, sudden and wonderful at once.
He was loathe to pull away from her but reason crept back into his
need-addled brain about the same time it did Kitty’s.
“Logan’s going to kill me,” she
sa bit bit shakily.
“Guess you don’t have time for a
shower,” Kurt sighed, cleaning what was necessary.
“No…ah!” Kitty reached into the
cabinet over the sink without opening the door and produced a bottle of
gold-colored oil. “He hates Lily of the
Valley. He won’t check too closely if
he even smells a little of it.”
Kurt chuckled and handed her a
washcloth. “Clever Katzchen,” he said,
kissing her quickly as someone knocked on the door to the bedroom.
is.”
Kitty nodded and resumed struggling
into her uniform before what Kurt said sank in. “Wait! This is my room!”
She hopped out after him, still trying to adjust the fit of the suit and
tripping over her own feet in the process.
“Nice,” Rogue drawled, looking down
at her from the doorway. “Tit’s out.”
Kitty, blushing furiously, zipped
her uniform the rest of the way up before standing. “Are you sure you’re not psychic or something?”
“To be fair, Schatz,” Kurt said, “she
did not catch us in the act.”
“I’ve been knocking off and on for
ten minutes,” Rogue said, one eyebrow raised.
“Kit, Logan’s been looking for you.
He’s pissed.”
Kitty sighed and, with a rueful
look towards Kurt, she nodded. “Guess I’ll
add another hour to the Danger Room session.”
“I’ll join you,” he offered
helpfully.
“Slow down, brother dear,” Rogue
ordered, placing her palm flat against his chest to stop him from following
Kitty. “Logan specified she had to come
alone. You two aren’t exactly subtle, you know.”
“He heard?”
“The dead heard you two,” she exaggerated.
“Ja. Alternate Thursdays in months that end in y.”
asked, “Any new ones show up today?”
“Some kid with an attitude problem
to rival Amara’s, a kid with weird eyes and we think there’s someone lurking
around the perimeter.” She shrugged.
someone lurking around the perimeter.”
Kurt glanced towards the stairs
where Kitty had disappeared. “I think I’m
going to go watch the Danger Room session.
I hear Logan programmed some new sims in.”
“You just want to stare at Kitty’s
ass in that uniform. Whoever picked
those out has some serious Freudian issues…”
Kurt did not deny her accusation but
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taking him away so he could reappear behind her. “I’m only human.”
“Don’t think we don’t know about y’all
starin’ at us while we work out down there,” Rogue groused, following him down
the stairs. “All us girls know, even
the new ones. You’re all a bunch of
pervs, you know that?”
“Verdamtten hormones,” Kurt sighed
theatrically. “Could be worse, you
know.”
“How so?” Rogue asked dryly as they
neared the Danger Room.
“Well,” Kurt began, only to stagger
back when Kitty came running down the hall and slammed into him, knocking him
to the floor before Rogue could catch him.
“Katzchen, what’s wrong?”
Kitty was panting, the expression
on her face somewhere between incredulous and panicked.
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