Quixotic

Quixotic Chapter Twenty Two (NC-17)

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It had
taken some painful maneuvering on Kitty’s part, but the others had left them
alone for now. Jean had muttered dire
warnings about the cold and lack of food until Kitty agreed to let her bring
out blankets and another basket of stuff for them, on the condition she left it
just outside the clearing where Kurt would not see the gifting. She sighed.
Her entire body hurt after falling earlier and she was pretty sure she
would never feel her toes again. But
Kurt seemed to be doing better, she thought to herself[1]. He had eaten the contents of the first
basket and promptly collapsed into a contented heap, leaving Kitty to try and
fail at starting a fire. Stupid Girl
Scouts. All I learned how to do was
make a jewelry box out of a cigar box and French braid my own hair… She kicked the pile of twigs viciously, her
sockless ankles numb with cold, the dead feeling spreading up her legs. I wonder how long hypothermia takes to
set in out here? And I’m in a really
bad dress… Why did Paige have this anyway?
Not like we go running off to tea with the Queen a lot out here…
Kurt murmured in his sleep and shifted.
Kitty could swear he was smiling.
Well…why not? She bit her as as the kernel of an idea blossomed.
It’s for life saving purposes.
Quietly as she could manage, she padded through the crunching leaves
to Kurt’s side and dropped to her knees.
“Hey, sweetie, it’s just me…”

“Liebes,”
Kurt murmured happily, turning slightly to a more advantageous position, one
that would allow her to snuggle against him without threat to life or limb. Kitty sighed in preemptive relief and curled
in next to him, reveling in his radiant heat.
“You are cold as ice,” he muttered thickly.

Damn it. “I’m fine,” she whispered. It was only late afternoon but the nap was
welcome on several levels. She could
feel a tendril of psychic probing and forcefully put up her shields. Not now! The tendril pulled away but she could feel displeasure in it’s
wake, making her think it was the Professor.
“Go back to sleep, Kurt.”

“I feel
better,” he said, sounding a little stronger.

“I’m not,”
she admitted. “Just lay with me a
little while.” She could not sleep, she
knew, but it felt good to be warm. Her
fingers were slowly regaining feeling and she was shivering a little less, but
she still felt like a Kitty-cicle. Leaves
pressed into her cheek and hair, a twig poked her hip, but she was vaguely
content. “We can talk in an hour.”

Kurt’s
fingers began idle trails down her arm and side. “I’m not sleepy,” he murmured against her hair.

“Kurt,” she
sighed, “I’m too cold to do anything.
Just keep me warm.”

He paused
in his trailing. “Why are you out
here? You were in the castle, where it’s
warm…”

Kitty
flipped through a mental Rolodex of several excuses and settled on the
truth. “I couldn’t let you wander
around by yourself… I wanted to make sure you were safe.”

“I do not
need protection by you,” he said with a tinge of defensiveness. “From you, sometimes, from what I recall…”

She turned
to face him, wincing as leaves stuck her in odd places. “What do you remember Kurt? What happened a week ago?”

He frowned
at her and picked a rather sad leaf from her hair. “A week ago? I was here…”

“Were you?”

Kurt’s face
grew thoughtful and the silence stretched longer and longer. Finally, when it threatened to snap under
the strain of the cold air, he broke it.
“I’m not sure.”

“Do you
remember yesterday?” She struggled to
sit up but found she was too comfortable snuggled against Kurt. And far too warm to complain, at that.

“Yes,” he
said with great confidence, nodding for emphasis. “I…”

“You…?”

“I…” Kurt’s face became tense and lined with
doubt. “I don’t know. What witchery is this?”

“It’s not…witchery…Kurt. It’s something wrong with you.” She laid a soothing hand aside his face and
bit her lip as she considered her next words.
“I want to help you remember things like they’re supposed to be,
Kurt. Please.”

His eyes
slid closed and he sighed, leaning against her heavily for a moment. “Nein.”

“No? Why not?”
She sat up abruptly, making him bobble slightly. “Kurt, please…”
“Katzchen,” he said softly,
his voice edged with something deep and unknown to Kitty, “Let me be.”

“Let you…you
want me to leave?” She felt tears
threaten her eyes. Even in such a state as they were, a rejection from Kurt
still burned her to the core.

“No, not
leave but just…” He sat up then, brushing leaves off his arms and out of his
hair. “I just am tired of these
questions; I worry for your sanity!”

She
sputtered. “You worry for my
sanity?” Sorely tempted though she was,
she did not leap to her feet and storm off.
“Okay. I’ll cool it.”

“Cool it?”

“I’ll stop
asking you what you remember.”
Inspired, she made a small show of turning the silver ring gracing her
right forefinger, the gesture appearing as an expression of thought. Once she was sure Kurt’s eyes were drawn to
the jewelry, she murmured, “If only I knew for sure what you knew, though…”

“Did I…” he
began, but paused. “Did I give you
that?”

“Give me
what?” She looked down at her hand and
frowned, then brightened. “Oh, this?” Kitty held her hand out for him to inspect
the ring more closely. “Do you think
you did?”

He held her
hand in his, palms pressed together so that he could look at the ring some
more. “It has writing on the inside,”
he said suddenly. “ I am my beloved’s
and my beloved is mine[2]…” He frowned. “How did I know that?”

“If you
gave it to me…” she said slowly, urging him to make the connection himself.

“But that
saying is foreign to me. Is it French?”

“No,” she
sighed, wilting slightly.

He reached
forward suddenly, dropping her hand.
His finger caught the chain of her necklace and pulled it from her
bodice so that the star suspended on it caught the light. “Not from me…” His frowned deepened even further. “Another…”

Kitty
gently took the necklace back and let it drop back inside her clothes. “From who?”

Kurt rose
to his feet and began pacing, his tail lashing furiously. He muttered in indiscernible German, too low
for Kitty to hear as she shivered on the ground. Finally, he spun to face her and pointed an accusing finger. “The evil one!”

“No…” she
sighed. “Yaya.”

“Yaya?” His
expression became bemused. “Who?”

“My
grandmother.”

“Ah…” Kurt cleared his throat. “I apologize for casting aspersions upon
your character.”

“Mmm.” Stiffly,
Kitty got to her feet. “Kurt, I’m
hungry and am going to go get some food real quick. Don’t move…”

“You can’t
hunt!” he cried. “How will you find
food in this wilderness?”

Kitty
closed her eyes for a moment to keep back her retort. The mansion was clearly visible and residents could even be heard
coming and going if she tried hard enough.
Wilderness my foot… “I
hid some near here when I came to find you,” she finally improvised.

Kurt’s eyes
narrowed and he advanced slowly. “You
hid nothing…you brought that basket of oddities and did not share it with me…now
you go to bring more food…” Suddenly,
he grabbed her ribs and squeezed slightly.
“You are bones! You hid
nothing! You just want me to think you’re
eating when in fact you’re giving it all to me and my men!”

She gritted
her teeth and forced a smile. “You’re
mistaken, Kurt. Come with me and see…”

“No,” he
said stoutly, letting her go. “You sit
here. I will bring us some food!”

Kitty
gasped as he disappeared into the trees with a speed that surprised even
her. “Damn it!” she shouted after a
moment. “You’re not playing right!”

 

 

A/N Sorry it’s so short, but with getting the group put
together and some family stuff, this is what came out! I promise Kurtty smut in two chapters (so ch
24) and some angsty bits next chapter! J

 

 

 



[1] That just
struck me as strange…who else would she be thinking to?

[2] Song of Songs (aka Song of Solomon) 6:3