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Take Me Out Tonight	By : Darkhoelme Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Het - Male/Female Views: 5749 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Rogue

She didn't have to wait very long before Kurt pressed hard
into her, body tensing before he came loudly, body shaking in a way that she
was sure her own would be were she not laying down. Her legs were still doing a
fairly good job of feeling unsteady as it was, and as he groaned and sank down,
evidently in exhaustion, the tingling continued. She kissed him, mind going
from completely blank to suddenly spinning, voices all speaking at once, over
each other in a way that made absolutely none of it coherent.

As his tail snaked it's way around her leg, she smiled,
ignoring the voices as best she could. They didn't matter one bit, and as they
slowly realized that she wasn't paying attention to any of them, they
began to fade out, only a few still asking her repeatedly if she knew what
she'd just done. With Kurt. If she had any idea of what it meant, what was
going to change. As her breathing returned slowly to something more normal, she
finally let the voices argue their cases while her hands stroked gently down
his back.

Overall, the issue seemed to be with the fact that she
could have killed him, could have hurt him. That she was being selfish and
stupid and... she frowned slightly. No, she wasn't going to put up with that.
Not while the air was still so thick, their bodies so close, the weight and
warmth of him on top of her, the sensation still vivid and gently pulsing. No,
she wasn't going to think about that. She was going to try to enjoy it. Try not
to worry. No one was dead or unconscious, and they'd done it. Oh, God.
They'd done it. IT. Kurt. They. Oh, Jesus. What did that mean? A sudden
wave of panic flushed over her body, but she shook it off as best she could,
another sudden realization hitting her. "Kurt." She frowned a bit and
looked toward the bathroom. Screw eloquence. "I gotta pee."

Kurt

He tried to focus on the feel of her hands stroking down
his back, the touch of her lips through the fragile barrier of silk between
them, not the nagging voice that was starting to tell him how very badly he'd
probably just fucked things up. Unfortunately, it wasn't working nearly so well
as he would have liked.

He'd just...yeah...had absolutely mind-blowing sex
with...Rogue. And, Gott, if she regretted it...

Her hands were still running idly across his back, but
somewhere along the line the kissing had trailed off and he pulled back, trying
to gauge her state of mind just as she said his name with a bit of a frown that
made his stomach start twisting itself in knots his tail would have envied. "I
gotta pee."

He blinked down at her for a long, startled moment, before
snorting in half-suppressed laughter. Still potentially bad. Still had to
figure out what this had done to them...to her...but this was definitely easier
to deal with right now.

"Um, yeah, me too," he admitted, eyes crinkling
slightly as he rolled carefully off of her, making sure the condom came with.
It was suddenly much colder without the heat of her body against him and he
shivered slightly as he sat up on the edge of the bed, suddenly...not quite bashful,
but definitely wondering just how uncomfortable he should be.

"Ladies first.� He indicated the
bathroom with his tail, looking somewhat sidelong at her and trying very hard
not to think about the fact that he really wanted to reach out and touch
her...anywhere, again.

Rogue

He laughed. He was trying to hold it in, but he'd laughed
nonetheless and she had half a mind to punch him. It was a relief, though, that
he was laughing. That he was able to laugh, that things weren't so freaking
complicated that he couldn't crack up at her poor, poor bladder. It was his
fault, anyway. "Um, yeah, me too." She would have laughed
right back at him, but he was pulling out, and she inhaled sharply as he moved
away. She pulled herself up into a seated position, her arms behind her holding
her up as she caught her breath and waited for her head to stop spinning.

"Ladies first." He pointed toward the
bathroom with his tail, and her eyes lingered on the spade for a moment, small
smile spreading across her face.

Finally, she glanced back at him, smile
widening slightly as she replied, "Thanks."

And she wasn't just talking about the bathroom. Because if
he'd just rushed in there before she could, he would have had to dodge whatever
the nearest heavy yet throwable object was as it came sailing toward his head.
She got shakily to her feet, bracing herself against the bed for a second as
she adjusted to the feeling. Glancing at the bathroom door, she narrowed her
eyes a bit. It wasn't far. She could make it. With a little effort and a lot of
fearing that her legs were just going to give out on her before she got there,
she finally headed into the bathroom, closing the door (which, she realized,
was really rather unnecessary given what had just occurred) and making a
beeline for the toilet.

Kurt. Wow. She closed her eyes, smiling. It had been...
God, she didn't even know how to describe it, but she wanted more of it. Fuck,
what if he didn't? What if he'd just done it to prove a point, just got caught
up... she sighed, washing her hands. Maybe it was best not to think about that
at all. Ever. Just see how he acted. Turning the doorknob, she stepped back
into the room suddenly very aware that she was still relatively exposed,
despite the fact that all of her skin was covered. Starting to blush, she
wobbled back to his bed, sitting down heavily and lying back again to stare at
the ceiling. "All yours."

Kurt

It wasn't all that funny, obviously, that she needed to
pee...but the relief was enough to make it seem like it was, and the fact that
she looked almost like laughing herself didn't hurt. Her slight gasp as he
rolled away sobered him up fast enough, though, and he couldn't quite look her
in the eyes as he gave her priority on the facilities. When she didn't get up
immediately, though, he hazarded a sidelong glance and found her just raising
her eyes from the spade of his tail, a smile spreading on her face that he
couldn't help but return.

"Thanks." One word, said with a smile,
and it was enough to lift about half a ton of lead out of the pit of his
stomach that he'd barely even begun to realize was there. Of course, the way
she lurched to her feet and then almost staggered across to the bathroom made
the remaining half ton all the more obvious. And yet...none of it stopped him
from watching the sway of her ass - okay, more the lurch of her ass - across
the room and wondering just what he'd do if she never wanted this again. How
he'd ever be able to go back to where they'd been...if she'd even want to.

He stared at the bathroom door for a long moment after it
closed, his mind spinning the situation around and around in a way his stomach
was threatening to emulate by the time he finally shook himself back to reality
with a groan and forced himself to get to his feet; roll the condom in tissue
and drop it in the trash, straighten the bed and collect both of their clothes
in neat piles at the foot of it. He hesitated for a moment over whether to at
least grab a pair of boxers from his drawer, but a combination of the fact that
she didn't have the benefit of covering up and the sound of the toilet flushing
convinced him to simply settle back on the edge of the bed.

Oh Gott...he felt like he should look away as she opened
the door, but he couldn�t' quite make himself. He was entirely too riveted by
the sight of a full body blush concealed behind nothing more than thin mesh top
and stockings. By the time his brain processed the fact that she was still
wobbling and that he should probably offer to help her, she'd just about made
it to the bed and he managed nothing more than to put a hand out to steady her
as she almost collapsed on the edge next to him.

"All yours." She announced, flopping down
to lie on her back, staring at the ceiling.

He felt a broad grin spread across his face at her words,
and even though he knew she was only referring to his turn in the bathroom he
couldn't resist the temptation...at least not until it was too late to take his
reply back.

"If only I were that lucky," he answered
teasingly, one eyebrow cocked up into his hairline and his tail snaking out to
wrap briefly around her right ankle, the one with the tattoo. He stood up then,
tail loosing its hold reluctantly and feeling suddenly awkward again as he
headed for his turn at the bathroom, something that was becoming an
increasingly urgent necessity.

Rogue

The fact that he was still sitting there, naked,
definitely made her feel a little bit better about still being so damn exposed.
Didn't make her blush any less though. Because... well, Kurt was still sitting
there, naked. She flopped back down on the bed, smiling a little as he reached
to help her and giving him the go ahead to use the bathroom. As she looked up
at the ceiling, she realized how the statement could easily have been taken the
wrong way. And she really didn't care. In fact, a part of her hoped that he would
take it that way.

"If only I were that lucky," he replied
with an amused look on his face, his tail coiling momentarily around her ankle.
She turned her head toward him, smiling. Nope, she was definitely not going to
respond to that. Especially since there was really no way that she could,
without saying something that she didn't really mean or even worse, something
that she did. As his tail unwrapped itself from around her leg, she sighed
quietly.

Her tights were wet. And they still had some sand on them,
too. As he entered the bathroom, she sat up slightly, the voices in her head
reminding her that it was probably the best time to sneak on out of there if
she was going to. Even though something in the pit of her stomach told her that
that was the best idea, that once he came back out of the bathroom he'd come to
his senses and realize what a mistake everything had been, she really didn't
want to go. And not just because she couldn't really walk.

Goddamn, she needed to ditch the tights. They were
getting very cold very fast. Again. She looked toward the door. Just across the
hall. She could be there and back, with clean tights on, in a matter of
seconds. Fuck, wait. That walking thing. Plus, Kitty was probably in there.
That would complicate matters quite a bit. Oh, Jesus. Kitty. Fuck fuck fuck
fuck... fuck.

Fuck. She turned to the dresser, eyeing the distance. Kurt
probably had a pair of sweats or something... too far. She didn't want to move
at all, even if it meant sitting there in her soggy... no, that was worse.
Leaning back, she lifted up her hips and slid the tights off, tossing them to
the floor at the foot of the bed and reaching for the blanket before eyeing the
piles of clothes that were right within her reach. That would be cheating,
wouldn't it?

Sighing, she tugged the blanket over legs, propping a
pillow up against the headboard and leaning back against it. She'd have to ask
for a pair of sweats or something before she went back to her room. Which he
would definitely ask her to do as soon as he came out of the bathroom. It'd
probably go something along the lines of "Look, that was okay. And, I
mean, I like you. As a sister, but..."

That was a disturbing thought.

Kurt

Closing the door behind him, Kurt turned to lean on the
edge of the vanity, head hanging and hair falling over his face as he tried
once more to sort out just how to deal with the mess he'd created. Gott...one
little kiss. Just to prove to her it was possible. That's all it should have
been. Why in hell had he let it...made it more? Just because she didn't
mind his flirting didn't mean she was going to...scheisse...

Sure, she wasn't freaking out right now or anything, but
that didn't mean she wouldn't later, or that she wasn't already trying to
figure out how to tell him that it'd been nice, but that was all, and could
they just be friends...which would be really interesting after this, especially
with the whole house about to find out if they hadn't already. And, scheisse,
add in the fact that Logan would probably be knocking on his door with an offer
to neuter him any time now....

Forcing himself back into motion, he quickly took care of
what he'd come in for and then washed his hands and used a damp towel to clean
up some of the stickier spots in his fur from...earlier. Standing there wasn't
solving anything, after all. As he pulled the door open again, feeling entirely
more exposed than he had so far, he realized that the whole 'it's not fair
getting dressed when she's still basically naked' thing hadn't been one of his
better impulses...because walking away had been one thing, but walking back in
was going to be an entirely different matter.

Swallowing hard, he looked back into the room...and
realized that he was actually kind of surprised to find her still there at all.
But...Gott...not only was she still there, she was even more naked. And in his
bed. Not on. In. Tights added to the pile at the foot of his bed, one
completely bare thigh and knee protruding from the blankets, she was sitting
propped up. In. His. Bed. And he had absolutely no idea what it meant or what
to do about it, so of course he stood there and stared, stark naked and
open-mouthed as his tail described restless figure eights around his feet.

Suddenly realizing exactly what he was doing, he sucked in
a breath - he'd been holding it, apparently - and forced his feet to move. She
was still there. Still naked - more naked. Hadn't made a break for it.
Wasn't looking at him like an interesting novelty or something that she'd found
on the bottom of her shoe. She was just...there...watching him...and Gott sei
danke for the fur again, because as lovely as the full-body blush had been on
her he didn't really fancy the look for himself.

But this had to be a good sign, right? She wouldn't still
be there, like that, if she was planning to tell him to go to hell...he didn't
think. Suddenly even more nervous, he settled onto the edge of the bed next to
her, eyes fixed firmly on the quilt between them before forcing himself to look
up...all the way, dammit...and meet her eyes with a tentative smile.

"Um...are you," his voice came out slightly
hoarse, and he stopped for a moment, swallowing hard before starting over.
"Are you all right, Liebe?"

Rogue

He wasn't her brother. And the mere fact that she
was thinking that he would think that after... God, she knew him better than
that. Especially since she'd lectured him just the day before on the nastiness
of inbreeding. Which was not at all anything that was remotely going on. Oh,
Jesus. She was definitely not going to ever tell Kurt about the advice
on the beach. No. That was... she shuddered. Wrong. It was wrong on so many
levels, and she didn't even want to think about it.

Luckily, the bathroom door opened again and he stepped
back out, still completely naked. Her eyes lingered on the lower regions for a
moment before she realized that she was probably obviously staring. And despite
the fact that she'd already had a much, much closer encounter with it,
she still averted her eyes somewhat quickly, focusing instead on his face. He
seemed surprised, and she realized with another blush that she was basically
naked and in his bed, and hadn't even really thought it all through and oh God,
should she have just left?

His tail was moving, obviously on its own, and the
movement of it caught her attention for a brief moment before she looked up
again, chewing absently on her lower lip. He was coming toward her, and she
couldn't tell what was coming next. As he sat down and stared at the quilt, she
decided that some explanation was probably necessary. Clearing her throat, she
pulled the covers over her leg a little bit more. "Uh, the tights were
cold."

And wet, but damned if she was going to say that out loud.
He looked up at her, smiling oddly, and she couldn't tell if it was a good
smile, or a "get out of my room" smile, or what. "Um...are
you," he began, voice not quite right. "Are you all right,
Liebe?"

What the fuck kind of a question was that? She was all
right. For the most part, if you didn't count the fact that her head was
fighting with itself and she didn't know whose side she was on. And what if he
was just asking about whether or not she was okay physically, and she answered
it thinking that he meant emotionally, or along the lines of them.
Running a hand through her rather disheveled hair, she looked up at him,
shrugging. "Well... I've got a ton of folks shouting at me in my
head..."

Trailing off, she looked down at the quilt again, deciding
that other than that, it didn't matter what exactly he'd been asking. Because
the answer was yes either way. Yes, she was physically all right. Hell, she was
more all right than she could ever remember having been before. And
Kurt-wise... that was... awesome. A smile spread across her face, and
she didn't bother trying to shove it back away as she looked up at him.
"But yeah. Yeah, I'm..." Her eyes wandered briefly to the wall across
the room as her mind ran over what had just happened. Nodding, she looked at
him again, smile leading into a small laugh. "I'm real good."

Her eyes trailed back down to the quilt, and she lifted it
a bit, gesturing. "Could use some pants, though." Which led to
another set of questions. Should she brave the hallway, short as the jump from
Kurt's room to hers might have been? Knowing Bobby, he'd already told everyone.
And there was a distinct possibility that they were crowding in the space
between the rooms. Fuckers needed to get hobbies. And... was she just supposed
to go back to her room, or stay, or... Looking down at the blanket again, she
turned the question back on him. "You? You um... you want me to go or stay
or..." She trailed off, not entirely sure what the other option in there
was.

God, this was complicated.

Kurt

He was still looking at the quilt between them, working up
the nerve to raise his eyes, when she cleared her throat and, out of the blue,
informed him, "Uh, the tights were cold."

Cold...they were cold, so she took them...off? It
wasn't quite computing, other than for him to wonder if her stripping off
further to climb into his bed might not mean what he'd sort of started to hope
it did. And, Gott, he had to say something. Had to at least start to figure out
where they stood, so he forced himself to choke out the first thing that came
to mind. Which maybe hadn't been the best one, considering the length of time
it took her to come up with an answer...during which time his mind started
offering all kinds of helpful possibilities, most of which he'd just as soon
not think about, thanks.

As she finally looked up at him, running a hand through
her hair with a shrug, he had to resist the urge to reach out and push some of
the errant strands back into place. He might not have the right to touch,
anymore...even the casual ones he'd taken for granted for so long now. Not
after...after.

"Well... I've got a ton of folks shouting at me in
my head..."

He swallowed hard and dropped his eyes again as her voice
trailed off, his tail tip drumming erratically against the floor near his feet
as he tried to focus on the pattern of his quilt, not the bare flesh of her leg
in his peripheral vision. Gott, just what she needed, something to make her
already disordered mental landscape that much more chaotic. Something in his
chest pulled and tightened as he tried to make himself look up again,
apologize, something. But the words wouldn't come past the sudden constriction
in his throat.

"But yeah. Yeah, I'm..." he forced
himself to look up again and blinked in confusion as he realized she
was...smiling. And laughing? "I'm real good."

She was good...she was good and she was smiling and
laughing and sitting - almost completely naked - in his bed.

"Could use some pants, though," she
added, and he blinked once more, his own lips stretching into an answering
smile as she glanced back at the quilt. Fascinating quilt, really, considering
how much they were both staring at the verdammt thing.

"Are you sure?" he asked, the words escaping,
along with an impish grin, before his brain had a chance to decide if they were
really a good idea. Which they probably weren�t, but he was all about the lack
of impulse control...obviously.

"You? You um... you want me to go or stay
or..." She trailed off, leaving him staring at her, wide-eyed,
dry-mouthed, and still smiling like a fool as he realized exactly what she was
implying...offering...Gott, she'd stay?

He swallowed hard before speaking, and when he did his
voice hovered erratically between almost husky and an undignified squeak as his
tail slipped up to twine around the bit of bare calf still exposed.
"D'you...do you want to?" and he probably should move his tail...but
he really didn't want to...and the only thing that kept him from reaching out
with his hand was balling it into a fist in the quilt between them, the end of
the untouched red silk square from his lampshade caught in his grip as well.

Rogue

He grinned and made a joke when she mentioned pants, and
she rolled her eyes, shaking her head as her mind processed the problem of what
she was supposed to do next. Should she go back to her room or stay in his?
Would he even want her to stay in there? One way to find out. Eyes
locked on the quilt (because if the answer was no, she didn't want him to see
her react), she asked which he'd prefer. There was a sort of long silence, and
she looked up slightly as his tail started to coil around her leg again,
resisting the knee-jerk reaction to... well, jerk her leg away. He was still
being careful, though. Just the furry part was touching her, the spade kept its
distance. "D'you...do you want to?"

She took her eyes off of the tail and looked up at him. He
was smiling, looking... hopeful? Oh, Jesus. Way to turn the fucking question
around. But at least he was smiling. Smiling like he wanted her to stay. Unless
he was just trying to make her feel better about the fact that he was about to
admit that he hadn't intended for anything to happen. Goddamn, what had she
been thinking? Kurt could try to kiss her all he wanted, she shouldn't have
kissed him back.

Leaning her head back against the headboard, she looked
toward the balcony. Did she want to? Yes. Hell yes. Shrugging as nonchalantly
as she could, she replied simply, "If you want me to."

God, this was just going to go on and on and on... the
bickering inside her head was reaching a nearly intolerable level, and the fact
that most of the voices were agreeing that she should have just said yes right
there (the ones that weren't still grossed out, mostly) wasn't helping. She
shouldn't have done it. Shouldn't have taken advantage of his lack of self
preservation, of his eagerness to be so fucking friendly, of him. It wasn't fair
to put him in that position, just because he'd been trying to help.

She flinched slightly as a sharp headache kicked in,
fueled by the people who just would not shut up, no matter what she did.
Granted, her own mind was elsewhere, and concentrating wasn't the easiest under
the circumstances. She was still just about naked. In his bed. With him naked
right next to her. Oh, fuck it. She'd tell him. If he rejected her, she'd...
she'd do something. Knock him out. God knew it would be easy, what with all of the
nakedness...

Taking a deep breath, she turned back to him and nodded.
"Yeah." Fuck, how long had it been since he asked the question? Shit.
"I wanna. Stay. I mean, if you... if it's okay with you."

Okay, there it was. Sounded like a fucking retard with
half a brain, but there it was. Shit, why'd she said that? Eyes focusing on the
tail again, she swallowed, readying herself for the inevitable rejection.
Stupid, stupid, stupid. Once he thought things out, realized that he would
never really be able to touch her, realized that she'd taken advantage
of him, he'd come to his senses and say no. And things would be awkward. More
awkward. Much, much more awkward considering the fact that Bobby had caught
them... and had physical evidence, she realized suddenly. On the plus side,
though, Bobby'd gotten a face full of... her eyes slowly started back toward
Kurt, and she stopped herself before she just outright studied it,
looking down at the tail instead.

Which was really just as bad.

Kurt

His grin had slipped slightly as he spoke, and a bit more
as he waited for her answer...because he could totally be misinterpreting it.
She probably just didn't want to go out in the hall and face...whatever
welcoming committee Bobby might have set up out there by now. Tentative and
hopeful, he watched as her eyes slipped up from examining his tail with
single-minded intensity. And, Gott, was she thinking how freakish it was? How
she wanted it the hell off her but was too polite to say?

His heart was pretty much in his throat by the time she
leaned back and looked out through the French doors to the balcony beyond
and...shrugged. What the hell did a shrug mean?

"If you want me to."

If he wanted her to...and a shrug? But...it wasn't
a no, it was sort of, almost a yes...and, Gott, he wanted her to. Though did
he, if it was only out of fear of what was coming once she walked out the door?
Tail twining tighter about her calf and heart racing, he opened his mouth to
answer, though he honestly had no clue what the hell he was going to say...and
shut it with an almost audible snap as she flinched.

He pulled the scrap of silk up from the bed and worked it
spasmodically between his fingers as he forced his tail to loosen its hold on
her leg. The flinch had pretty much answered it and it wasn't like he could
really blame her. Couldn't really blame anyone, when it came to it. Maybe she
didn't want to hurt him any more than necessary, maybe she didn't want to face
their housemates in the hall, but she didn't want to stay with him.

Gott...fucked up. He'd fucked up so bad. His throat was so
tight he didn't think he'd be able to get a word out to save his life, though
he was obviously going to have to try.

"Yeah."

He looked up, wide-eyed, from where he'd been staring
blankly down at his hands, still clutching at the square of red silk, the blue
of his fur turned to deep purple through the diaphanous fabric. "I
wanna. Stay. I mean, if you... if it's okay with you."

She wasn't looking at him and, as he watched, her eyes
drifted from the darkness outside the French doors to...he blushed, heat
suffusing his face even if there was little physical evidence of it...and then
moved on to fix on the erratically twitching spade of his tail, where he'd not
quite managed to entirely extricate it from her calf. And, Gott, if his chest
got any tighter he wasn't going to be able to breathe.

"Bitte?" he croaked out, surprising himself as
the word tumbled from his lips and quickly rushing to elaborate...explain...something.
"I'm sorry and if you just don't want to face...whatever Bobby might have
out there," he waved his hand vaguely towards the door, the silk
fluttering in his grip as he did so, "I understand. You don't have to...I
can just..." he made a similar gesture towards the chair in the corner by
the bathroom.

"But," his hands fell to his lap again, and his
gaze followed, running the fragile silk between his fingers, remembering the
taste of her through it, wishing he'd never pushed them to this point if
everything was going to fall apart because of it. "I'd rather you - we -
stay...here," he finally added, heart hammering and almost choking on the
words, on the fact he'd even had the gall to say them, as he looked at her
through a veil of hair and settled his hand on the bed beside her, scarlet silk
spilling from between his fingers.

Rogue

His tail was pulling away. She didn't know why, but she
had a hunch that it had something to do with the fact that she'd given him the
decision. Her face fell slightly as she watched it slink away. "Bitte?"
She looked up at him, slightly confused. Bitte. That... fuck, she couldn't
remember what that meant. Luckily, he kept on going. "I'm sorry and if
you just don't want to face...whatever Bobby might have out there," he
started, gesturing toward the door. Her head turned slowly as she followed the
movement, still completely confused as to what he was talking about. "I
understand. You don't have to...I can just..." She followed his
movement again, frowning. He could what? She started to piece it together as
best she could. So... she could stay in there and he'd sleep on a chair because
of Bobby?

"But," he continued, hands dropping to
his lap and no, she was not going to let herself look there. Not while
he was trying to let her down gently or whatever the fuck he was doing. Shit,
she should have grabbed his cargos. Least then she wouldn't be so goddamn
naked. She closed her eyes, waiting for the punch, bracing herself so she
didn't react too harshly. "I'd rather you - we - stay...here,"
he finished, the weight of what she assumed was his hand pressing down next to
her.

Her heart was beating fast again, and she exhaled, not
even having realized that she had stopped breathing. He wanted her to
stay? She looked down at the piles at the foot of the bed. After that,
he still wanted her to stay? Even though he knew the risks, knew... Oh, God.
A rather large smile quickly found it's way onto her face, as she looked up at
him, hand reaching for the corner of the silk. She tugged it out of his hand,
reaching up to brush his bangs out of the way so she could see his eyes.

He wanted her to stay. He. Wanted. Her. To. Stay. She
swallowed a few times, nodding. "I... I'd like that. Very much." And
Jesus H. Christ, her accent was getting thick again. She'd blame it on the
smiling. Wasn't used to trying to talk through that. Swallowing again, she
raised her hand somewhat shakily to his face, holding the scarf in place over
his mouth.

Leaning in, she kissed him again, trembling slightly. She
was staying. Staying there, with Kurt, and... it was quite possibly one of the
scariest things she could think of. It was great.

Kurt

As he finished speaking and all she did was look down at
the clothes he'd laid neatly at the foot of the bed he wondered how long it was
going to be before she asked for hers so she could get the hell out. He was
just starting to turn away, his throat and chest tight and the scrap of silk
crushed in his clenched fists, when she looked up at him, a huge smile
spreading over her face. When she reached for the silk and tugged he let it
slide out of suddenly limp hands, blinking at her in confusion as she brushed
his bangs back from his face and looked into his eyes.

And she was still smiling. Sitting there. Smiling. At him.
And swallowing repeatedly in a way that he could only interpret as nerves. "I...
I'd like that. Very much."

He finally managed to smile back at her at that, the
thick, nervous twang of her accent on the words driving it home somehow. Though
the fact that she was lifting the silk unsteadily back to his face didn't
really hurt with that either, and he leaned into her, meeting her halfway as
she pressed trembling lips to his, realized he was shaking as well...and didn't
care. Because she was staying. Wanted to stay, wanted to be with him, and he
hadn't ruined everything and he could...breathe again. Or he could if he
weren't so busy trying to sink as far into her as he could through the thin
barrier or silk between them.

Pulling back reluctantly, when it finally became a choice between
kissing her or staying conscious, he smiled almost shyly down at her, fingers
toying with a strand of her hair, in what would have been an absent gesture if
he weren't so very conscious of it, of being able, allowed, to do it. "Um,
guess you'll need some pajamas or something?"

And yeah, they'd have to be careful as hell about covering
up...and Logan was going to kill them...or him, at least...and Bobby was going
to tell everyone...and he didn't even want to think about what Herr Professor
might have to say and...he didn't give a flying fuck, because he was leaning
into her, his tail twining carefully around the satin-soft skin of her calf
again as he pulled her closer to him, buried a hand in the cascade of her hair.
He'd worry about the rest of it later, if Logan
let him live long enough for it to matter, right now he just needed to kiss her
again.
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