Blueshift

Blueshift Chapter One (NC-17)

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. All X Men characters are owned by Marvel Inc and associated entities—I’m just playing with them a bit. Any brand name product is owned by other entities and I make no profit from them nor this work of fan fiction. This story contains discussion and description of various sex acts and “adult activities” and some times things by minors, like smoking or alcohol consumption, that might offend some people. If that’s you, go read something else thank you. Now, that said…ficcage!
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… Wheeee, another one, lol… InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink and Dracena are loverly and wondermous for archiving/hosting. :) ProPhile: Yes, there will be more smut, lol. Morgan: *gloke* Readers/Reviewers: Yes, blueshift means something, lol, and in the case of this story, the meaning is more symbolic than not… *whistles innocently *

“Kurt, stop!”
“Doesn’t it feel good, though? I thought you liked it like this…”
“Mmmm… that’s the problem. It feels *too * good… ooooh… lower!”
“Changed your mind, hmmm?”
“Kurt! Be nice! Don’t stop now!”
“Stop, don’t stop… which is it?”
“Don’t give me that look! It’s not nice to tease…”
“Sure it is… it can be very nice. VERY nice…”
Jamie took a deep breath and knocked on the door, shouting in a rush, “I’m really sorry I don’t mean to interrupt but I need Kitty’s telescope for a big project and I’m really really really really sorry!” He closed his eyes tight and cringed in anticipation of what was to come.
There was a long pause before Kurt opened the bedroom door. Kitty was clearly visible past him, sitting on the bed, her shoes and socks off and a text book open in her lap. “What’s wrong, Jamie?” Kurt asked kindly, frowning in concern at the younger teenager’s nervous demeanor. “You okay?”
Jamie opened first one eye, then the other. “I heard… I mean… I wasn’t listening on purpose but… I’m sorry!” He turned to bolt down the hall but was stopped by Kurt’s grasp on his elbow. “I’m really sorry!”
“Jamie,” Kurt laughed, pulling him back to the door. “ You didn’t interrupt anything!”
Kitty giggled and closed her physics text book, pushing her hair from her eyes and blushing slightly, the pale pink bloom showing plainly on her pale skin. “Kurt was rubbing my feet, silly.” She raised a brow and smirked. “What did you *think* was going on?”
“Nothing,” Jamie muttered, blushing furiously. “Um, Kitty, can I borrow your telescope? I’m doing a project to get some science credits towards skipping a semester of studies…” He tried to ignore Kurt’s slight grin, highly suspicious given the circumstances.
“Sure,” Kitty shrugged, pointing to her closet with the pencil that had recently been tucked into her loose knot of hair at the nape of her neck. “It’s in the back, The lens cloths are in the pocket on the outside of the cover and don’t drop it!”
Jamie nodded and edged past Kurt, heading for Kitty’s closet. Rahne had moved out a week or so before, back to her own bedroom, but the closet was still divided, one side bare and the other side full to bursting. The telescope sat in it’s neat and tidy cover in the back, looking like a fabric ghost, waiting for him. After some careful struggle, he lugged it out and into the open, sneezing as a waft of Kitty’s lily of the valley perfume drift to his nostrils. “Wow, that stuff is strong!” He sneezed again. “Really strong…”
Kitty sighed. “I sprayed it on everything to keep Logan from snooping… not that I think he would but…” she shrugged. “Better safe than sorry.”
Jamie nodded and lifted the telescope, balancing it carefully in his arms. “Need a hand?” Kurt offered, already reaching for the device.
“No,” Jamie denied. He had noticed something that he was pretty sure meant his presence was not needed. “I got it… I’ll bring it back in the morning, Kitty!”
Kitty waited until the door shut behind Jamie before letting out a whoosh of breath. “Thank God! I thought he’d see my bra and panties!” She covered her face with her hands and groaned. “Can’t we catch a break around here?”
Kurt smirked and picked up said undergarments from where they had been flung in the initial throes of his welcome home adulations. “I say we give it another try,” he half-purred, leaping onto the bed and landing on his side next to her, taking the text book and tossing it into the open closet. “He’s the last one to knock on the door… everyone else has been by.”
Kitty giggled. “Not to sound trite, but where were we?” She shifted and turned so that she was in his arms, inches from kissing him. “Here?” Her lips brushed his quickly, not lingering in the slightest. “Or…here?” She kissed his throat, her lips pressing against the pulse point below his jaw, the tip of her tongue darting out to lave the spot with tiny licks before she pulled away just enough to speak. “I believe your hands were a bit lower though.”
Kurt grinned and slid his hands down her back to the curve of her hips and grasped the rounded flesh of her backside and squeezed. “Here, ja?”
She giggled again. “Mmmmhmmm… that was it.” She gasped in delighted surprise as he pulled her jeans down as much as he could in their position, exploring her curves with his fingertips, not touching the area that needed it most but teasing her, sliding his touch along her upper thigh, skimming across the very edge of her sex before moving back to her spine and waist. “You’re doing that on purpose,” she said accusingly, pressing and kneading her fingertips against the base of his tail, raking her nails very softly against the sensitive flesh.
Kurt shuddered like a quaking aspen leaf. “Hexe,” he teased, biting her earlobe and sucking, scraping his teeth carefully along the sensitive flesh. “You’re the one teasing now, hmmm?”
“Is that such a bad thing?” she retorted, pinching his tail lightly.
Kurt growled under his breath and moved quickly, pushing Kitty onto her back and biting her neck, her throat and her earlobe sharply and tenderly at once. His fingers moved over the buttons on her sweater and blouse, the silvery white buttons opening surprisingly easily and revealing soft flesh and a scattering of cinnamon colored freckles spreading in constellations across her breasts and stomach, pale golden bands intersecting milky skin, showing where her swimsuit bared her to the sun in the summer. She shivered slightly and sighed, her hands falling open to the side, her eyes closing as he passed his hands over her stomach, to her breasts and shoulders, touching every inch of exposed skin accessible to him. Some days, he considered that better than sex itself, just being able to touch her whenever she let him, feel her warmth beneath his hands and lips, taste her sweet-salt skin against his tongue and hear each and every tiny sound she made just because of his kisses. He paused, though, before he dared to press a kiss against the turgid peak of one breast.
“What is it?” she breathed, frowning slightly. “Are you okay?”
“Ja, but things are getting very good… I know what’s about to happen…” He glanced heavenwards as if asking for guidance. The knock fell a moment later.
Kitty groaned and fell back against the pillows. “Damn it damn it damn it damn it damn it!”
Kurt sighed and sat back, pulling the two sides of her blouse and sweater over her bare breasts. “I’m sorry, Kitty…”
“No,” she sighed in turn. “Don’t be. It’s nothing you did…” She groaned again as the knock repeated itself, this time more loudly. “We can meet after lights out.”
Kurt nodded and stole one more kiss as Kitty refastened her clothes, disappearing in a blink as she swung her legs out of the bed and padded to answer the door. Storm stood, waiting, tall and regal in her white and gold caftan, her hair loose and flowing brightly free down her back. “Storm?” Kitty blinked, surprised. She had not seen the older woman since returning home the day before for a short midterm break. “I missed seeing you last night…”
“We think we’ve found Logan,” she said without preamble. “We need your help in Cerebro.”
Kitty blinked rapidly as the weather goddess strode back towards the stairs, the slight scent of myrrh and aloes drifting in her wake. “Nice to be back,” she muttered. “Glad to see I was missed…”

1 http://www.seasky.org/astronomy/sky1a.html or http://www.astro.virginia.edu/~jh8h/glossary/blueshift.htm