Intermezzo

Intermezzo

by
Libby Edwards

Author's Note: The second of two challenge fics I wrote for Minarya, once again featuring three items from a central list. I chose the napkins, the rubbing alcohol, and the bottle of Coke. LOL! This one was *hard!* ;-)

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"What did you do to your hand?"

Kurt looked up in mild surprise, glancing at Oror fac face, then down at his hand for a second as if not understanding the question. "Ah, that," he said, clearly still distracted. "Razor wire, I believe. Nothing serious ... "

"Let me see." Ororo shut the refrigerator door and crossed to where Kurt sat at the staff kitchen's table. She had his hand in hers before he could protest. "Kurt! It is bleeding ... "

"Only a little, Liebchen. Nein, wait ... " Too late. Ororo uncurled his fingers and removed the crumpled napkin from the Explorer's glove compartment that Kurt had pressed over the wound. He flinched a little as the cool air struck it - the cut was clean and somewhat shallow, but still bad enough to bleed quite a bit.

"Goddess. You idiot. When did this happen?"

"When I climbed over the fence into the compound. I stumbled, and grabbed the fence for support."

"And it was razor wire. You really are an idiot."

"Ah, but you adore me regardless, ja?"

"Yes," Ororo remarked dryly. "Much to my despair. Has Jean seen this yet?"

"She's busy with our new arrival." Kurt shrugged and tried to pull his hand free of Ororo's, but she was having none of it. "The boy we rescued ... he's uninjured, I believe, but in a state of shock. Scott went with them."

"I want Jean to look at this."

"It's nothing, meine Liebe, I assure you!" "Hus"Hush." Ororo did let go of his hand then, but only to push him into a chair. He weilliillingly enough, even sighing a little as he was allowed to sit down - and Ororo threw him an accusing look as she crossed the room to the medicine cupboard.

"Was? I am tired," Kurt replied with a smile.

"I thought this was a routine mission," Ororo shot back. She opened the cabinet door begabegan rummaging. "The only reason I stayed behind to help watch the children was because this was supposed to be routine."

"It was routine. The boy is safe. No one saw us. And I have a teeny, tiny cut on my hand." Kurt watched her move about them, cm, collecting first aid supplies and a few things from the fridge - and an impish smile curved his lips. "Although I must say I enjoy being fussed over."

Ororo favored him with another glare - but even her mouth tipped a little. "If I did not know better, I would say you did it on purpose."

"Ach, Liebchen ... you wound me."

"I am sure. Here." She handed a C a Coke from the fridge, then pulled out a chair and sat opposite him, her knee nestling between his so she could lean closer. "Now let me see yourd agd again."

"What, no beer?" He arched a playful eyebrow as he opened the bottle. "I thought field nurses gave beer to their patients to take the mind off their pain."

"That was whiskey, my love." She took his hand and gave him a faint grin. "And I am not a field nurse."

"Nein? I think 'angel of the befieefield' suits you." His voice was still teasing, but it had softened, trailing off a bit as she inspected his hand. Gentle fingers touched his palm, testing the skin - then Ororo reached for the various first aid things she had deposited on the table beside them.

"It is not deep," she said. "I think cleaning it and a liquid bandage should do fine."

"Of course," Kurt replied. He looked from his hand to her face, her lovely features sharpened with concentration as she soaked a gauze pad and applied it gently to his cut ...

"OWW! Was machst du da für Scheisse?!"

"Rubbing alcohol. Hold still," Ororo commanded, although unkiunkindly. She heard Kurt's hiss of pain and gave him a sympathetic smile, then lifted his hand and blew gently on the wound. "It will stop burning in a moment ... "

His growl was so not-Kurt it almost made her laugh.

"You delight in torturing me."

"Only when it is pleasurable for us both." Ororo shot him another look from beneath the fall of her hair, her eyes full of humor and warmth. "And I have never heard you complain about it before."

"And I never will again. Just remind me to leave rubbing alcohol off our list of playthings."

"You have a list?"

"Allerdings. Doesn't everyone?"

"I have no idea what that means."

"Good. Allow me my secrets," he teased. Kurt took a swig from the Coke, then placed the bottle on the table. "Now come here ... "

Ororo jumped, startled as his free arm suddenly slipped around her waist. "What are you doing? Your hand ... "

" ... is doing just fine, Liebchen." Kurt tugged insistently, making Ororo laugh when he tried pulling her closer. "Come ... you can attend to my wounds just as well from here."

"From where? Kurt, stop ... what are you doing?" It was obvious what he was doing, however - or at least, what he was attempting to do. Ororo gave up struggling and came willingly instead, giggling like a girl as he pulled her into his lap. "You idiot ... "

"Guilty as charged, milady." Her nightgown rucked up her thighs, sliding over the leather of Kurt's uniform as he grinned merrily and hugged her against his chest. She was straddling his thighs, now - a position Kurt seemed to be enjoying immensely. "Much better. Feel free to 'attend' away."

Ororo replied with at kit kiss to the tip of his nose. "I refuse to stay here. What if someone walked in?"

"Everyone is either asleep or downstairs with the boy ... or, like Jono, unlikely to come in the kitchen."

"You are dirty and still in your uniform ... "

"I thought you liked me dirty," he teased. Ororo had given up, letting go of his hand for the moment and draping her arms around his neck instead - and he leaned forward and kissed her gently. "Or is this your way of telling me you'd like to give me a bath?"

"Now there's an idea."

"Mmm, but I think I need to be much dirtier first." Kurt slid both arms around her waist, pulling her closer as he kissed her again. The silk of her nightgown and robe slid enticingly beneath his fingers, although he was cul tul to keep his cut hand from touching her too much.

"My blue devil." Ororo deepened their kiss, teasing him with her tongue and running it slowly over his lips as they pulled away - and she rocked her hips gently against his. The response of his body was swift - and a mischievous, knowing smile graced her lips.

"Careful, Liebchen," he laughed softly.

"Why?" she purred.

"Because you're giving me a rather naughty train of thought."

"Oh? Perhaps I am thinking the same thing."

"If it has anything to do with the swift removal of our clothes and several hours of getting reacquainted, then yes."

"Not quite, but close enough." Ororo hooked a finger around the zipper pull on his uniform, grinning at him from beneath silvery waves of hair as she slowly, slowly drew down the zipper. "How far down does this go?"

"Far enough." Kurt watched as a pair of delicate brown hands spread the leather wide, fanning over his chest and caressing the soft fur. "Now I have to ask ... what if someone comes in?"

"You did not seem worried before," she countered, smiling wickedly.

"Ach, a challenge, then?" Kurt's eyes flickered gold, a gleam of sharp fangs revealed for a moment as he gave her a dark grin. Dropping his hand from her waist, he slid it down the soft, exposed skin of her thigh, then back up again, his hand disappearing beneath the satin of her nightgown and startling a soft gasp frrorororo's lips. She arched her back as his hand found its way between her legs, eyes fluttering shut - but he could still see the dark glitter of sapphire from beneath her lashes, watching him watching her ...

"We really should not be doing this. Not here ... "

"You're absolutely right, Liebchen." Kurt steadied her with gentle fingers against the small of her back, whispering against the satin of her nightgown. Ducking his head, he brushed soft lips against the hard peak of her nipple straining against the fabric. "Tell me to stop and I will."

"That's not fair." She hissed softly, one hand lifting to wind her fingers in Kurt's hair and bring him closer to her satin-covered breast. He responded immediately, drawing her nipple into his mouth and sucking hard through the soft material - and she bit her lips to hold back a cry as she felt his finger slide inside her, then out again, tracing a lazy circle around her clit. "Goddess ... "

Kurt bit her, light and tender, then made another incoherent growl as he lifted his head again and kissed her roughly, catching her off-guard. He slid his finger inside her once more, making Ororo whimper - then she was reaching between them, scrabbling at his zipper in an effort to get it all the way down. She had his boxers to contend with, then, but Kurt helped her, both of them laughing almost breathlessly as his ready erection sprang free and into her hand.

"Love you," she whispered, her breath fast and sharp.

"Liebe dich ... " he murmured against her mouth - and Ororo steadied herself for a split second against his shoulder, her other hand gripping his cock and guiding it between her legs. Kurt moved his hand and slid both under her bottom, supporting her - then with one concerted movement his cock thrust inside her, Ororo giving vent to a sobbing breath as he pulled her close and settled her weight on his lap.

"Oh, Goddess ... " Ororo's toes brushed the floor, and she flexed her feet, finding purchase and her own rhythm as she began rocking against Kurt's hips. He met her movements with his own, cradling her with his hands for a moment, then shifting his hands to her thighs again as she rode him, the sleek leather sticking to her skin as he filled her and met every thrust of her hips. Ororo clutched his shoulders tightly, feeling the muscle beneath the leather as he moved - then she caught his face between her palms and kissed her deeply, almost panting into their kiss as he pulled her hips down on his and sped up the pace of his thrusts. They had to be quick - every moment they were locked together was another moment that someone could walk in and find them, and oh Goddess, what wouldtt ott or the professor or, heaven forbid, Jean say if they walked in on this ... ?!

Kurt suddenly grabbed the hem of her nightgown, pulling it above her breasts so he could latch on to their nakedness at last. His mouth found her aching nipple once more, and he mauled it with sweet roughness, dragging his tongue over the tender peak and sucking it hard. Ororo cupped the back of his head, pulling him closer and sinking her teeth into her bottom lip as the chair thumped and their hips ground together ... and then she was whimpering, eyes squeezed shut as her orgasm slammed into her with all the subtlety of an exploding sun. Kurt was groaning, clutching her around the waist so tightly she almost couldn't catch breath ...

"Mein Gott ... "

Almost her sentiments exactly. Ororo collapsed against his chest, resting her forehead against his shoulder and finding an excruciating delight in the feel of his cock throbbing, emptying inside her. They would be a mess - there was no avoiding that. But at the moment she could have cared less.

"Meine Liebe ... "

"We should be ashamed," she laughed, soft and shaky - and Kurt responded with a dark, ragged chuckle.

"I am filled with shame and regret."

"Liar." She giggled weakly. "And I thought Christians weren't supposed to lie?"

"Confession is good for the soul ... so I need something to confess, ja?" Kurt turned his head toward hers, and their lips met again, kissing each other with slow, languid pleasure. He sucked her tongue briefly, then parted with a tender kiss against her lips. "I think my hand might have bled on your nightgown."

"So I will get a new one."

"Or just come down naked next time," Kurt laughed, "and save yourself some trouble."


The End ;-)