Quixotic

Quixotic Chapter Fourteen (NC-17)

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Kurt
groaned softly and stretched. He knew
something was not quite right, but he could not put his finger on what it
was… His bed. Or rather, his bedding.
He was covered in a warm blanket on a hard floor rather than a nice pile
of leaves. But the place smelled
familiar. Unpleasantly so. It was not his woods, not his camp…it
smelled cold and clean and not natural.
He opened one eye and peered around. It looks like Sherwood…
Indeed, the verdant canopy above seemed to glitter with golden light and there
was even a faint trill of birdsong to wake him further.

“Kurt?” Kitty seemed to loom out of nowhere,
appearing beside him rather than the tree that had just been there. “How are
you feeling?”

He looked
at her for a long moment, trying to piece things together. “I thought it was winter,” he said after a
time. “Where’s the snow?”

Shit. The snow. She smiled thinly. “It
stopped falling about an hour ago.” Not
a total lie. The snow outside had
stopped falling some time before but it was still thick on the ground and
trees.

“It isn’t
very cold…”

“You’re
near the fire and under a warm blanket,” she said simply, as if explaining
something to a small child.

“Where are
my men?”

Ah, back
to this one again. Okay. “They’ve gone hunting and…er…to…do that
thing.”

Kurt
frowned. “That…thing?” His face brightened. “Ah, Nottingham must be having company for
the Yuletide season! Good, good…the
coffers of Lincolnshire and Sherwood need replenishing!”

Kitty
relaxed a little. He seemed to be
buying the illusion provided by the er Rer Room. It had taken some fast and messy programming on her part while
Jean and Scott got Kurt arranged in the room, but the sim of Sherwood Forest
seemed to be working just fine. It was
a hodgepodge of pieces from other sims but it appeared seamless if one did not
look too closely. She had even lowered
the temperature to an almost unbearable cold, for her in her borrowed costume. I don’t even want to know why Rogue had
this…She was very short of breath, squeezed into the much thinner and
taller girl’s black and red dress.
Rogue had given her a look and told her not to get anything on it
because she would check, and handed her a Lycra girdle thing. Maybe I shouldn’t have called her those
names in my head for that…It’s the only thing standing between me and popping
out of this thing. Kitty leaned
forward and tenderly brushed her fingers across the goose egg on Kurt’s
head. “How bad does it hurt?”

“Not at
all,” he murmured, capturing her hand and pressing a kiss to her palm. “Your touch is the best cure for what ails
me.”

His
lines are better when he’s himself…
She stifled a giggle and patted his cheek before withdrawing her
hand. “You’re hungry, I’m sure. I’ve brought you some food.” She made to stand up and get the tray of
bread, meat and cheese and the pitcher of apple cider she had brought up from
the kitchen under Storm’s questioning gaze, things she figured would be
Medieval enough to keep Kurt from wondering, but he stopped her with a squeeze
of her knee.

“My hunger
for food can wait a while,” he said with a faint smirk, rising to his knees
beside her.

Kitty had
to lean back to look at him, so close was he.
“You really need to…” Her words were cut off by a hard, hot kiss. She closed her eyes as his fingers twisted
in her hair, loose down her back, and tilted her head back to expose her
throat. She shivered involuntarily as his tongue traced the line of her jaw to
the pulse jumping beneath her ear then down to her shoulder, interspersing the
trail with short, sharp nips that would most certainly leave marks. Her own hands crept up to rest on his back,
her fingers flexing and splaying as tendrils of heat crept through her stomach. She could feel his heartbeat through their clothes
and that sent a throbbing painful need
through her core. Damn it…I didn’t
used to be like this. I was a good girl
for fifteen and a half years… “Kurt,”
she finally gasped, “we can’t do this here…”
Even though she could not see it, she knew the window of the control
room had a great view of exactly where they were.

“We’re
alone,” he murmured against her throat, skimming kisses to the swell of her breasts,
drawing on the soft flesh rising above the neckline of the gown. “What better time?”

Kitty was
quickly losing any sort of logical thought.
All she could focus on clearly was the feel of his backer her her hands,
his thighs pressing against hers, his tongue and lips and teeth on her
breasts. She did not make a protest as
he tugged the dress from her shoulders, not even pausing as seams ripped. I’ll make it up to Rogue. I’ll fix her computer or something… She sighed as he pushed her back gently,
pulling her dress lower. She had been
bound by the dress so tightly that she had not been wearing a bra, her breasts
now bare in the cold Danger Room. She
shivered with more than the cold, though, as he sucked in a reverent
breath. Kitty blushed, feeling
strangely awkward under his intense gaze.
It was almost as if he had never seen her bare flesh before and it occurred
to her that, in his head, seeing her naked was a rare thing. Even if his version of Robin Hood had slept
with Maid Marian, it was probably no where near as frequently as he slept with
her in real life, she reflected. He
kissed her stiffening pink buds softly, first one then the other, before
capturing one to draw on as she arched beneath him. Her dress had ridden up somewhere to the middle of her thighs,
exposing a length of bare leg that Kurt began stroking, moving ever closer to
her hip as she adjusted beneath him, making space for him between her parted
thighs. He paused and looked down at
her, concerned. “What is it?” she murmured,
breathless.

“You are
mine…”

“Um…”

“Say
it. I want to know…”

“I’m yours,
Kurt,” she breathed. “Always.” She inhaled sharply as this seemed to trigger
a more base reaction in him than she had expected. He shoved her skirts up roughly, pulling her knees up and legs
wider. She gripped his arms tightly,
too aroused to be scared of him. She
could feel the wet traces of his kisses drying on her skin, raising gooseflesh
in the cold room, her turgid nipples aching with need to be touched and
kissed. It all culminated in a sharp
throbbing desire at the apex of her thighs, soaking through the thin layer of
fabric left as a barrier between them. She
raised her hips in a silent offer and he made a soft growling noise low in his
throat. A sudden tear and she was
exposed to him and he own arousal, which she had not even noticed him freeing
from his trousers. “Now?” she asked
softly, unable to muster volume. He
leaned forward and pressed a fevered kiss to her lips as he entered her so
slowly it was nearly excruciating. She understood
half of the words he murmured against her but did not pay them too much
attention as her own mind was reeling.
She moved beneath him, her fingers tightening on his arms to the point
of pain.

He hissed in her ear, “I’m not
going anywhere, you know,” and was faintly relieved when she lessened the
pressure on his arms. “You’re bound to
me now…”

Kitty frowned slightly. “Bound?”

“This,” he said, punctuating the
word with a thrust, “binds us…”

Kitty was not sure what to make of
this. She did not disagree with him but
something about the ferocity of his claiming was troubling. “I’m my own, too,” she whispered back,
responding to his thrust in kind.

“Of course,” he agreed, drawing on
her earlobe until she squirmed beneath him anew. “I cannot own you any more than I can own the trees or the earth
or the air we breathe…”

She relaxed fractionally, breathing
out when she did not even know she had been withholding the breath. “Good…”
Kitty gasped and her eyes flew open as he pushed one final time, filling
her so completely she felt like she could not take anymore. Her
body shuddered release, her voice torn from her throat in guttural cries for
more. She knew when he reached his end,
collapsing against her, kissing her face and neck earsears, stroking hair out
of her eyes and still within her, joined in their completion. “Kurt,” she said softly after several
minutes, “I can’t feel my arms…”

Reluctantly he moved off of her,
smiling sheepishly. “I’m sorry, Liebes…”

She could almost believe he was
back to normal again, but something in the way he spoke and moved belied this
idea. He was still some character in
his head, heroic and always saving the damsel in distress. As she tried to fix the dress, torn along
the seams and sleeves, at least enough to cover her breasts, she had a flash of
inspiration. Maybe thislikelike Groundhog Day and he
keeps living these things out until he achieves his goal… Maybe he just needs a
damsel to rescue… She looked up
sharply as Kurt loomed over her, holding out a wedge of cheese. “Oh, I ate
already…”

“Surely you’re hungry again…” He
smiled and waved the cheese enticingly.
“Just a little?”

She sighed. “Maybe when I come back…”
u’reu’re leaving? It’s not safe to travel these woods alone!”

She smiled tightly and rose,
clutching the dress over her chest. “I
have an escort waiting…My, er, handmaid.”

Kurt seemed relieved. “Good.
When should I look for you again?”

Kitty thought fast. She was not sure how long it would take her to
execute her plan and did not want him to try and come looking for her. “This evening?” She would have to manually reset the sim to nightfall so that
could be any time she chose.

“I’ll look for you at dusk,” he
promised. “Let me walk you to your maid…”

She smiled and kissed him
quickly. “You’d better stay here…you
never know who’s watching!” Kurt seemed
to agree with this and let her go with one more kiss. She wove her way around the obstacles she had set up to appear as
rocks and small shrubs and eased out of the Danger Room without his notice.

“Miss Pryde,” Emma purred, pushing
away from the wall opposite. “We need
to have a little talk…”