Quixotic

Quixotic Chapter Four (NC-17)

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confused, Kurt’s vacillating but it’ll work out. *g *

 

 

 



“Whatcha
doin’?”

“Reading.”

“Reading
what?”

“Anais Nin[1].”

“Who?”

“Anais…never
mind. A book.”

“Why?”

Rogue closed
her book with a snap. “I have to do
some dumbass report for Banshee on female authors of the twentieth century so I
figured I’d make it interesting…”[2] She opened her copy of Delta of Venus
to a random page and held it out for Todd to read.

His face
suffused with color as he skimmed the first paragraph. “Remind me…we should try that sometime.”

“I think
that’s illegal in this state,” she murmured with a frown, flipping the book
around so she could see it. “Hmmm…well,
so long as we don’t get caught.” She
flashed him a grin and closed the book, folding the page down for future
reference. “Aren’t you supposed to be
doing something for Logan?”

“Eh. Supposed to help clean the gutters. Ain’t gonna take long,” he shrugged. “I’ll get to it later.”

Rogue
raised an eyebrow. “I’m not safe for
another twelve hours.”

“I like to
live dangerously,” he grinned, leaning closer.

She
snickered. “You’re gonna get yourself
zapped one day and I’ll never let you live it down.”

“Idle
threats, yo.”

Rogue
cocked her head to one side and frowned.
“Logan’s coming.”

“How can
you…”

“Tolensky! I’ve got leaves in gutters out there…” Logan filled the doorway, glowering. “Why are you in here chit chatting? Rogue, don’t you have a book report to work
on?”

“Yeah,” she
sighed. “ He was takin’ a break.”

Todd nodded. “Yeah…a break.”

“Break’s
over. You got two hours to clean all
the gutters. Alvers is already half
done with his side. Move it or you get
an extra Danger Room session. A pre
dawn session.”

Todd made
an “erk” noise and beat a hasty retreat.
Rogue simply stared Logan down. “Can
I help you?”

Logan
snorted softly at her nerve. She was
one of the few at the Institute who was not cowed by his mere presence. “You weren’t at our little meeting earlier
about Kurt…”

Rogue
rolled her eyes. “Jubilee thought y’all
were pullin’ their legs when she told me in the gym earlier. I was so deep in this damned…er…dang project
for Banshee that I skipped the whole thing.”

Logan
shrugged. “Just as well. Not much to tell other than humor him for a
day or so. Beast thinks it’ll pass.”

“Ever
notice how prone we are to mental things here?”
“Don’t drink the water,” he
said dryly, leaving her to her Anais Nin.
He was barely half way down the hall when he ran into Kitty, nearly
literally, as she phased from Kurt’s room.
“He up?”

“Just. He seems okay,” she said with a moue of
confusion. “I thought it would take
longer…not that I’m complaining…” She
smiled weakly. “I told him I’d kick his
butt if he ever scared me like this again.”

Logan
chuckled. “That’s my girl. Where you heading?”

“He needs
lunch. He hasn’t been eating enough to
keep up with himself and he’s so weak…”

Feeling a surge of fatherly affection, he pushed her
back towards Kurt’s room. “Go sit with
him and make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid. I’ll send Jamie up with a tray in a few minutes.”

Kitty
smiled a genuine smile then and traipsed back to the bedroom after startling
Logan with a fierce hug. “Lunch is on
it’s way,” she announced to a slit- eyed Kurt.
“I think Jean was in charge of kitchen duty today so we know it won’t be
pizza.”

Kurt smiled
thinly. “Danke…”

“Kurt, are
you okay?” Kitty sat down next to him
tentatively and rephrased her question.
“I mean…you know you’re Kurt Wagner, right?”

“Who else
would I be?”

“Don…er…never
mind. How’s your head?”

“Fine. How is yours?”
Kitty blinked. “Uh…good.”
She began idly stroking his arm as she continued, “It’s just I was so
worried you were…addled…forever or something.
You really scared me there for a while.
And Logan’s kind of pissed about the satellite dish, so I’d play up the
sick thing for another day or so if I were you.”

“Of course,”
he murmured, looking at her curiously. “I’m
afraid I’m a bit confused…”

She frowned
at his formal turn of speech. “About what?”

“How did I
come to be here?”

“What’s the
last thing you remember?”

“Ah…a most
ungentlemanly memory. You and I were…in
a stable?”

She flushed
delicately. “Close. We were in a sim. You don’t…remember that?”


Kurt closed
his eyes for a moment, his fangs pressing into his lower lip. “I must apologize if I took advantage of
you…”

“Oh, don’t
even!” she snapped, the vociferousness in her voice rising unbidden. Kitty grabbed his chin between two fingers
and forced him to look at her. “You
have never taken advantage of me the entire time we’ve been together. Even before then, when you had the chance,
you never did. I thought you were over
this, Kurt!” She sighed in exasperation.
“I love you very much and you love me.
We trust each other. What we did
last night was because of that.
Understand?”

His face
took on a curious expression. “I do,”
he breathed. Kurt captured the hand
that held his chin in his and lifted it to his lips to kiss her palm. His tongue darted out to send a frisson of
electricity speeding to her back brain before he pressed her hand over his
heart. “Why aren’t we married then?”

Kitty
blinked. “Because we’re too young? Or maybe because of the whole school thing?”
Her mind felt sluggish under the intensity of his gaze. Well, why aren’t we? Arrrgh!
Stop it, Pryde. You know better!

Kurt sighed
and caressed her cheek with his free hand.
“Liebes, if what we did last night is any sample, we are already married
in ways the church cannot understand.”

She felt
her heart speed up. “Um…” Smooth, Kitty. Really smooth.

His thumb
passed over her lips, silencing her. “Where
can we meet later? My mind is full of
images of you…”

Kitty made
a gurgling noise in her throat, unable to speak properly for a moment. Kurt had not been this…intense…about her for
some time. Not that she minded their
familiarity, but this deep desire, palpable even to her mundane senses, was
thrilling her to the very core of her being.
“My room?” she breathed. “Tonight,
after curfew?”

“How will I
get there without being caught?”

“Your usual
way?” She frowned slightly.

“Of course,”
he grinned. “My usual way.” Inexorably, he pulled her down for a kiss,
something gentle and sweet but altogether painfully erotic as he barely pressed
his lips to hers, his tongue darting out to flick across her lower lip before
he withdrew. There was a muffled curse
and then a knock at the door which made him smile ruefully and push her away
gently. “Tonight.”

“Okay,” she
squeaked and hurried to the door, feeling his gaze on her back. Her face flaming red, she let Jamie and his
tray in. “He’s all yours,” she
muttered. “I need a shower.”

“Girls are
weird,” Jamie proclaimed. “Kitty showering in the middle of the day, Rahne all
pissy because I won’t go to midnight Mass with her for Christmas… You look like you feel better, man.”

Kurt smiled
at the younger mutant. “How would you
like to help me?”

“Whoa…if
this is anything like what you had me doing earlier…”

“Nein…” Kurt was actually drawing a blank on what he
had Jamie do earlier but he had a gut feeling this was nothing like that. “I need several strong and brave individuals
to join me in the woods this day.” He
tucked into the lunch quickly, food disappearing at an amazing rate as he spoke
between bites to Jamie. “I seem to
remember a large oak tree near a lake…We should meet there. As many as you can gather. And soon!”

Jamie felt
a slight relief. “Oh, for Logan’s
deal. Sure. No problem. You got
something up your sleeve?”

“Belike[3],”
Kurt grinned mysteriously around a mouthful of egg salad.

Jamie
shrugged. “ ‘Kay. Just bring the tray down when you’re
done. I’ll see who I can kick up and
meet you down there in a bit. Cool?”

Kurt
glanced at the window and saw the tiny flurries of snow building on the
sill. “Yes…”

“Maybe you
can explain this whole midnight mass thing to me later…Rahne’s all hot about
it.”

“I’ll do my
best,” Kurt promised, waving Jamie cavalierly from the room.

 

Todd
shivered and glared at the small group of mutants around him. “I thought Kurt had something planned,” he
said through chattering teeth.

Jamie
shrugged, warm inside his jacket. “I
thought so, too. He was gonna meet us
out here…”

Scott, just
arriving, jogged to a halt and rubbed his hands together futilely. “Remember—we’re supposed to humor him.”

“He seemed
fine earlier. He was talking to Kitty
when I took lunch up and he and I even talked.
He was fine.” Jamie sniffed
against the cold. “But you know, with
him, it’s hard to tell.”

There was a
rustling in the bare branches overhead as Kurt leapt from limb to bare limb,
his agility and speed enviable to most watching. Finally, he dropped to the ground and spun a long staff
theatrically before bowing. “Welcome!”

“Oh, Lord,”
Sam groaned. “Remy’s gonna kill him.
That’s his bo.”

Kurt did
not seem to hear. “You are most likely
wondering why I summoned such a gathering here this day… I have chosen you to join me in my fight
against the evil powers here in this land!”

“Does he
mean the Republicans[4]?”
Lance muttered. “He can’t even vote
here…”

Jamie
groaned inwardly. “Not again,” he
breathed.

Kurt spun
the staff again. “It will not be easy,
our fight, but it will be rewarding.
The trees shall be our home! The
forest will provide her bounty for our well being!”

Todd
groaned. “Oh, fuck me…Are we merry men?”





[1] Ann-I Nin

[2] Anais Nin
wrote erotica and very frankly sexual stories and books. She had an affair with Henry Miller and was
bisexual, kind of. Her whole story is
odd and hard to explain. www.anaisnin.com

[3] Barrayar
strikes again! From Bujold’s books—belike
being perhaps or most likely.

[4] I’m sure
some Republicans are very lovely people.
No offense to y’all. ;)