Quixotic

Quixotic Chapter Ten (NC-17)

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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch, and Uberbeta…handy holiday hint
#455:cats and trees are not a good m
In
InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink and Dracena are stupendiferous for
archiving/hosting! *twirls around
happily * Don’t blame me…blame the
candy canes. ProPhile….you still
icky? Readers/Reviewers: I have it on good authority that the Killer
Kitties ™ are organizing a carol… I
think I’m afraid…

 

 

 



“Hide me!”

“Huh?” Todd nearly fell out of his chair as Kitty
dove for cover.

“Hide me!”

“From
who?” He had his answer a second later
as Kurt leapt from seemingly nowhere to land on the other teenager’s chest.
“Oh,” he gasped.

“Kurt, get
off him!” Kitty cried, coming out of hiding from behind the sofa and trying to
peel her boyfriend’s fingers off Todd’s neck.

“He hurts
us!” Kurt spat. “He takes our Schatz!”

Todd
managed to bend his knees enough to get his feet against Kurt’s chest. As soon as he felt Kitty’s fingers between
his neck and Kurt’s grip, he pushed.
Kurt went sailing and bounced off the rec room wall. “Dude, so not cool! What the fuck was that?”

Kurt rolled
to his feet, only slightly addled, and dropped into a low crouch like a knife
fighter. Kitty sighed painfully. “That’s three…”

“What’s
three, yo?” Todd rubbed his neck
absently, feeling the strangely chivalrous urge to stay between Kitty and
Kurt.

“Head
injuries. He just smacked his forehead
on the wall when you did that. Kurt,
let me see your head…” She approached
him carefully, her hands held out as if in supplication.

Kurt seemed
unfocused as he gazed blearily up at her.
“Katzchen? Are you…okay?”

“Yes,” she
sighed, relieved. “Do you know where
you are?”

“Here?”

Todd
snorted. “Close enough.”

Kitty
glared briefly. “Kurt, I want Beast to
look at you.”

“Beast?” His eyes flared and his face seemed to
settle into lines of grim determination.
“Yes…beast.”

Todd caught
the lowercase. “Uh, Kitty, I think he’s
still…cuckoo…”

Kurt bared
his teeth. “Klappe!”

“Come on,
Kurt, let’s go…” Kitty frowned
worriedly at Todd and mouthed, “don’t!”

“Kitty,”
Todd called, but was ignored. “Never
mind,” he sighed.



Kitty led Kurt
by the elbow down towards the lab, pausing at the elevators. “Can you see alright? Am I blurry?”

“You’re as
lovely as ever,” he smiled.

She peered
at him closely. “Your pupils look alright…
Geez, Kurt, you keep scaring me like this and I’m naming my first gray
hair after you.”

“You keep
rabbits?”

“Ha, ha
blue boy.” She sighed as the doors slid
open. “Come on!”

Kurt froze
and dug his toes into the carpet. “What
vile magic is this?” he whispered. “No
servant for the eye to see…this is the wizard’s palace!”

“No no no
no no!” Kitty groaned, tightening her grip on Kurt’s arm as he tried to pull
free. “Kurt, this is an elevator! It’s
not magic!”

He glared
at her through narrowed eyes. “Elevator?”
he sounded out. “No such thing exists
in the known world!”

She thought
fast, hoping she was hitting on the right personality. “King Richard sent the plans back from the
Crusades. He…saw something like it in
his travels!”[1]

There was a
long moment where Kitty was almost sure Kurt would tear free and bolt, but he
relaxed marginally, making her breathe a sigh of relief. “King Richard would not import dark
workings…” He straightened and reached
out to touch the edge of the door, held open by Kitty’s foot. “Truly, he sent such plans back? The engineers of the kingdom must be more
talented than I’ve been given reason to believe… That drawbridge that collapsed
last Yule was was a sorry example of their skills…”

Kitty
suppressed a wail of frustration and instead fixed a smile on her face. “Truly,” she said smoothly. “Please, Kurt,
come with me… I won’t hurt you. I won’t
let anyone harm you…”

He smiled
back at her benevolently. “My dearest,
it is I who should be protecting you…” Gallantly, he lifted her hand to his
lips for a kiss and took the chance to repeat the action to the inside of her
wrist. “Tell me, your chambers here…are
they as comfortable as the ones at Crotchet Castle?”

Kitty could
not help the blush that crept up her cheeks.
“Um…let’s see Beast first and then we’ll find out, okay?”

“As milady
wishes,” he murmured, sweeping her a bow.


Kitty
tugged him gently into the elevator and pressed the button for the first
basement level, the “home” of Beast’s medical domain. He tensed as the conveyance began it’s descent so she slipped her
arm around his waist to assure him.
“It’s okay, Kurt. That’s
supposed to happen…”

“Hmmm.” He looked distinctly uncomfortable, his
hands patting his sides where Kitty supposed he expected a dagger or sword to
be.

“Here we
are,” she chirped, hoping he would not ask questions about the lights or any
other modern conveniences while they were there.

Kurt let
her lead him by the hand to the lab, his nose wrinkling in distaste once they
reached the door. “What is that foul
stench?”

“Oh…medicine.” She was not sure if she would be able to
explain disinfectant to him so settled for something simple. “Stuff to make sure we don’t get sick, you
know?”

“Hmmm…”
Kurt touched the metaorfrorframe and rubbed his fingers on the slick
surface. “A very wealthy man, to have
so much metal in his home…”

Beast chose
that moment to open the door. He was in
the middle of a conversation with Logan, who was half a step behind him. “Well, I wouldn’t worry too much,
Logan. She seems…oh, there you are,
Kitty! And you brought Kurt down! Good!”

Kitty
smiled a genuine smile of relief then.
“He whacked his head again…twice.”

“Twice?” Beast’s expression turned to one of genuine
concern. “This isn’t good for his health. Bring him in and I’ll check him out.”

Kitty
turned to Kurt, expecting at least an expression of suspicion on his face but
instead finding shock and recognition.
“Sweetie, do you know where we are?” she asked excitedly.

“Friar
Tuck! Than God!” He slid past Kitty and gave Logan a hearty
embrace. “We’ve missed you amongst the
men!”

“Friar…Holy
Hannah, Kitty get this kid off me!”
Logan looked appropriately horrified.
He stiffened reflexively, fighting his first urge to shove Kurt bodily
aside. “Kurt, leggo!”

Beast’s own
expression grew suffused. “Friar
Tuck…why, Logan, I always had you pegged as agic aic at best…”

Kitty
strangled on a mixture of a laugh and a sob.
“Kurt, that’s not Friar Tuck…”

Kurt, one
arm still around Logan’s shoulders, turned to her and grinned. “You do not recognize Friar Tuck and Little
John? Kitty, you are a silly one
sometimes! Trying to distract me from
this beast of which you speak by feigning ignorance…”

Kitty
gritted her teeth and looked between the two silent men, one looking amused and
the other sternly horrified. “Well?”
she muttered to Beast. “Do something!”

“So…” He cleared his throat and regarded Kurt
solemnly, “What news have you of Nottingham?”

Logan and Kitty’s
near identical groans of exasperation were enough to make Beast snicker. Kurt smiled widely. “Good you should ask, John! Come, we have much planning!”

Kitty stared in consternation as
the two men allowed themselves to be led into the lab, the door slamming in her
face. “Maid Marian should have kicked
Robin’s ass,” she muttered grimly.

 

Rogue blinked, trying valiantly to
hold in a laugh. “He did what to you?”

“I ain’t repeatin’ it again, yo,”
Todd grumbled.

“Don’t you yo me, Tolensky,” she
said sternly.

He pouted, still rubbing his
neck. “It hurt!”

“Poor baby,” she said kindly,
though she smiled. “Here, let me look…”

Todd tilted his chin to give her a
better look at his throat, hiding his shiver as her gloved fingers skimmed over
his skin. “Um…it’s a safe day, right?”

Her smile became distinctly
edged. She took his hand and, leaning
forward, slipped it under her skirt.
“What do you think?”

Todd’s expression went from
startled to excited to sly in the space of seconds. “That’s a yes.”

Rogue licked her lips tentatively
as she brought her lips to his for a kiss.
His hand slid further, finding the expanse of bare skin between the top
of her stocking and everything else.
She closed her eyes and sighed against him as his fingers found her bare
folds, white and pink flesh parting for his touch. Todd stifled a groan as he
felt her already wet with her desire for him, her body shifting so she lay
across his lap, never breaking their contact.
“Marie,” he said hoarsely against her mouth, “I want you so bad right
now…”

“Just right now?” she asked
innocently, parting her knees just a little more.

“All the time,” he replied,
brushing against the apex of her sex, making her moan softly. He delved slowly into her secrets, his
fingers stroking and seeking response as she closed her eyes and seemed to
become boneless against him. He could
feel her growing ever wetter as he drew moan after moan from her throat, her
body shuddering with each caress of her sensitive flesh. His heart was hammering in his chest in a
combination of excitement and disbelief.
He could not help thinking that there must be some cosmic mistake every
time they did anything remotely resembling this, that Rogue would come to her
senses, slap him senseless and leave him there, aroused as Hell and dying of
shame and loneliness.

Rogue moaned a little more loudly
and pushed his hand away. “Todd,” she
said thickly, “I really want to fuck you right now.”

“Whoa…” he blinked in surprise.
“You never talk like that to me.”

“Blame Henry James[2],”
she muttered. “Please?”

“Please blame him or
please…something else?” he asked with a grin.

“Please…” she said with a slight
tremor in her voice. “Please…”

Todd was about to do exactly as she
wanted but swore fluently as a knock fell on his door. “Do you guys get issued some sort of fucking
radar when you move here?” he asked Rogue plaintively. “No one ever gets laid around here!”

“Todd, open up!”

“Go away, Jamie!” His fingers returned to Rogue’s cleft and
began tracing shivering lines across her sex, making her squirm
reflexively.

“Beast and Logan said we need to
go…help.”

“Help what?” Todd growled.

Rogue sighed and batted his hand
away. “We can do this later…”

Todd frowned. “Damn it, how can you just…blow it off?”

She made a face. “I have a battery operated friend to take
care of matters until you get back.”

Todd froze, ignoring Jamie’s second
knock. “Okay, I can’t stand up now.”

Rogue snorted. “Then my work here is done…” She slid to her feet and smoothed her skirt,
then sauntered to the door as if nothing were amiss. “Hey, Jamie,” she purred as she strolled by. “Have fun, you two…”

“You okay, man?” Jamie asked after
shaking himself loose from a brief, inappropriate fantasy.

“Gimme a sec…”

“But…”

“Gimme a sec…”

 



[1] Just for
those who don’t know…so not how elevators were invented.

[2] Tropic of
Cancer and Tropic of Capricorn. Had an affair with Anais Nin, as did his
wife June. Which led to her writing Henry
and June, which is actually exerpts of her diary. He’s crude, brash and always talking about sex and drinking in a
way that makes you ashamed if you enjoy either just because it sounds so dirty…
Not in a good way, either.