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Eloi
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fiction. This work contains sexual
references including BDSM and homosexuality, mentions of drug use and some
violence. If this bothers you, go
away. Thank you.
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… *yawn* I love sleep.
Sleep is good. J InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink, Dracena and
Greywolf are loverly and wondermous for archiving/hosting. J ProPhile: *gloke * Morgan:
*waves* Readers/Reviewers: The title
comes from HG Well’s The Time Machine. Eloi lived
above ground, Morlocks below,
both devolved or evolved from the human race. They had a weird symbiotic
relationship and, in the end, one could not exist without the other, really.
Kitty arched
her throat to Kurt’s kiss, sighing in the bright afternoon light. She had been home all of forty eight hours
and had barely left his room. Part of
her wondered what he was trying to make up for, some past or future
indiscretion or hurtful deed, but the rest of her did not care. Her body responded to his familiar touch, old
uncertainty fading under kisses and nibbles and light pinches. She murmured her pleasure as he pressed into
her again, her legs tightening around his back as he moved within her. Kurt gasped against her ear and she knew he
was close; she did not have the heart to tell him that she would not climax
this time—three times, she smiled inwardly, seemed to be her limit for that
afternoon.
He tried to
hold back this time but knew he could not make it much further. Kitty, he admitted to himself, was his one
weakness, the one irresistible force in his life so far. The thought of her bare flesh, curving and warm
under his hands, was enough to make him hard at the drop of a hat. And the reality of her, moving and responding
beneath him, was a temptation difficult to resist. She murmured his name, entreating him to
release. He gasped again as she
tightened around him, silken heat and slick petals of flesh pushing him over
the edge into bliss. Her fingers trailed
down his back as he shuddered and moaned against her neck, his teeth nipping
her tender skin to stem his cries of passion.
Kitty
opened her arms, letting them fall to the sides as if they were wings, smiling
as Kurt moved away from her. “Even with
your metabolism, four times is a lot, Fuzzy.”
He smiled,
pushing his hair out of his eyes. “I
guess I just want to be with you as much as possible before you go to Chicago
for a semester…” He ducked his head,
blushing under his fur. “I don’t mean
all sex, you know…”
“I know,
baby,” she laughed, running a fingernail lightly down his arm. “So… you’re okay with this? If I decide to do it?”
He nodded,
sitting up and sliding from the bed.
Sweat-soaked fur was not fun and his natural bent to cleanliness was
driving him to the shower. “If you want
to, I won’t be upset. I was just…” He
paused, turning to look at her laying in his bed, the
sheets a tangled around her hips and legs, her breasts flushed from their
recent interlude and eyes shining. She
was beautiful, he thought, knowing that it would be an image that stayed with
him until his dying day. “I’m sorry,” he
said finally. “I was being an ass.”
Kitty
blinked, an odd feeling creeping through her chest at his words. He seemed more sad than apologetic, something ringing hollow in his
words. “It’s
okay, Kurt,” she said softly. “Go
shower.” He smiled crookedly at her and
retreated to the half bath. She sank
back against the pillows, staring after him.
She knew that things were not right.
She had the strong feeling that things would not be right between them
for a long time.
“Where’s
everyone?”
“Kitty’s
still with Kurt, Jubilee’s in the library, Amara’s…somewhere else and I dunno.” Scott smiled at Jean, pushing her red hair
back out of her face. “Why do you ask?”
She stared
past his shoulder, her lips curving into a frown. She had been home a few days, the boathouse
slowly becoming less confining to her and more of an actual home, but she was
prone to fits of vacant staring and hasty exchanges with Jono, of which Scott
would have been jealous if he had not known better. “I just wanted to know,” she finally
said. “Something might happen and if we
don’t know where everyone is, it’ll be harder to get organized.” She shifted her gaze to her husband and
smiled tightly. “Have you called Alex
back yet?”
“No…” He kissed her forehead and smiled at her
again. “I’ll call him after work.”
Jean sat up
straight, nearly oversetting the wooden kitchen chair she had been perched on
precariously, as if expecting to be told to move at any given moment. “You have to leave? Can’t you stay? Just call in or something?”
He
wavered. His boss had told him to take
all the time he needed to get Jean settled and everything in order after
retrieving her from the hospital, but Scott knew that the longer he stayed gone
the less likely it would be that he had a job to return to. “I’m sorry, baby, but I have to. Look… Why don’t you and Kitty try going in to
town for a bit? She was talking about
swimsuit shopping and I know you want to go to the book store at the mall… I’ll
call home on break and make sure you’re doing okay, okay?”
She nodded
reluctantly, already feeling for Kitty with mental tendrils. _She’ll go with me, _ Jean thought
tiredly. _She wants to get out too. _ “Love you,” she called after him,
smiling at him wanly. The door shut
behind him and she sagged back into the seat, her eyes cloudy with a distant
vision. Things, she knew, were not
right. Something was coming, something would happen, and there was nothing to
do about it. They would suffer, and in
the end… She closed her eyes. She did not need to be Emma or the Professor
to see the end of it all.
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