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�Kurt,
here.� Jean handed him her duffle bag. He stuffed it behind the front seats of
the pick up. They had managed to wedge all of their equipment, snack foods,
luggage, and ice chest into the loosely termed �back seat� of Dani�s truck.
�Good thing she has a super cab.� Jean climbed in and carefully arranged even
more snack foods around her feet. Kurt slid into the driver�s seat and slammed
his door. He tucked a fresh Red Vine into his mouth and they drove off. Jean
inserted one of Bobby�s Road Trip of Mystery CD�s in the player. He opted to
not include play lists, adding to the �mystery�. �Movin� Right Along� from the
Muppet Movie rang out gloriously.
�Have
you ever been to Toronto?� Jean
asked, breaking out the Fun Dip. She licked her candy stick and jammed it into
the sour blue powder. She sucked the powder from the stick and gave a happy
sugar induced sigh of contentment.
�Nope
and I want a lick.� Kurt looked over, �I can�t Fun Dip and drive.� Jean
obligingly wet her stick, coated it with candy powder and held it to Kurt�s
lips. He licked the stick, his tongue promptly turning blue.
�Heh,
blue tongue for the blue boy.� Jean snickered. Kurt stuck his tongue out for
her to admire its dye job. �You have a seriously long tongue.�
�All
the better for me to...�, he trailed off, waggling his eyebrows with mock
suggestiveness.
�Perv.�
She lightly punched his arm.
They
drove for two hours and decided to go ahead and stop at a hotel in Scranton.
The grandiose Scranton Marriot loomed above them majestically.
�You
get the room, I�ll get our stuff...Jedi me the room number.� Kurt said opening
her door for her.
�Alright.�
She said, heading for the office while Kurt disappeared into the cab to dig out
their luggage. She checked in and got a room.
Room
207, Jean thought to him, sticking the key card in her pocket and trotting
up the stairs.
When
you get to the hall, look around for me, ok?, He sent back.
No
problem. She opened the stairway door to their floor. She peered around. Ok,
sweetie...look. She felt him study the hall through her eyes.
*BAMF*
He appeared,
sitting on the cooler, luggage in his arms. Jean opened the room door and Kurt
lugged in their stuff. He flopped onto the bed, his hat falling off in the
process as his head dangled off the side of the bed. His tailed snaked for the
room�s remote control. Jean plopped down next to him. They both laid with their
heads hanging upside down, staring at the TV screen that sprang into life.
Conan O�Brien was on.
�I
wanna touch his hair.� Kurt said.
�Yeah.�
Jean nodded, her braids brushing the carpet. �Me, too.�
�We
probably should get some real food or...we�ll die.� Kurt observed gravely.
�Are
you saying we can�t live on Pop-Tarts and diet soda?� Jean eyed him suspiciously.
�I�m
thinking so...I think my pancreas just shriveled up.�
�Pharisee.�
�I
saw a Subway. That�s real food.� Kurt made no move to get up.
�You
go, I�ll stay here and act as moral support.� Jean patted him awkwardly with
the back of her hand.
�Ok.
I�ll go.� He rallied his energy, and there wasn�t much. His hands rested on the
floor next to his head and he flipped him self up and over in one fluid motion.
He slapped his hat back on his head and wandered out the door. Jean righted her
self and watched the rest of Conan while Kurt got them subs. Fifteen minutes
later, he was back, Subway bags in hand. They settled down in front of the TV
for a picnic. After dinner, Jean headed into the bathroom.
�Kurt!�
He
poked his head inside, �What?� Jean pointed at the tub, it was huge and had
jets. �Oooooo...hot tub action. Wanna?�
�Go
throw some boxer shorts on!� Jean ordered as she started to fill the tub and
dump in the complimentary bubble bath. She stripped to her panties and bra.
�Bring me my hat!� She called out. Kurt trotted in wearing black boxer shorts
and both hats, one stacked on the other. His tail deposited Jean�s hat on her
head. He carried a box of Godiva chocolates, plastic cups, and wine. Jean
stepped into the tub and eased herself into the hot water. Kurt sank into the
tub across from her, his tail flopped over the edge. He poured her a cup of
wine and proffered some chocolates. Jean bit into a key lime truffle and sipped
the wine. She sighed happily. �This,� she said, holding up her cup of wine, �is
total crap...but it tastes weirdly good with the chocolate.�
�Does
it?� Kurt sipped his wine, �Oh, man...that�s terrible.� He popped a truffle
into his mouth and his expression brightened. They nodded at each other
appreciatively.
�So,
let�s talk shop. The Hand right? We�re saving this guy from a bunch of wackos
involved in pseudo-ninjery?� Jean leaned back and relaxed, nibbling Godiva
delightfulness. She tipped her cowboy hat back. A small part of her smirked
rebelliously at the notion that she was sharing a bath with a notorious
man-slut; a notorious ex-circus acrobat Gypsy
man-slut who once appreciated better living through pharmaceuticals. Jean
�Little Miss Perfect� Grey, indeed! Oh,
who am I kidding? Scott would wander in right now see me sitting here in my
skivvies with Kurt and say, �Oooh! Godiva! Can I have some?� because everyone
knows I�d never cheat on Scott and Kurt would never touch me, I�m married and
his friend. Her �I�m a naughty monkey!� balloon deflated.
�Actually...�
Kurt frowned, �I called Betsy when I found out about this mission and talked to
her a bit. The Hand is real and very,
very dangerous. They also might have
access to magic.� He took a gulp of wine. �All fun aside, we just need to find
this guy, determine what the deal is, and then act accordingly. I know the
Professor wants to help a Mutant-in-Need, but if this guy has annoyed the Hand
and is still sucking air...then there�s probably a lot more to this then just
some mutant ditching some assassins.� He took his hat off and dipped below the
surface of the water. He slid back up and ran one hand through his dark blue
hair, slicking it back from his face. He set his hat back on and deliberately
didn�t notice how Jean�s soaked white bra with the little cherries clung
transparently to her breasts. �I suppose tomorrow when we hit Toronto,
we try to get in contact with Alpha Flight.�
�If
this is such a dangerous mission, then why did you agree to let me go?� Jean
asked, downing the rest of her wine.
�Well,�
Kurt cocked his head to the side, �I didn�t �let� you go. You�re an X-Men and
unless Scott or the Prof objects, you can go on any mission you see fit. And
you, Miss Grey,� He reached across and tapped her nose playfully, �Are a Jedi. You�re a telepathic telekinetic.
When facing ancient mystic assassins and rescuing guys named after belligerent
burrowers, I like the comfort of knowing my partner is packing The Force.�
�A
Jedi. Right.� Jean poked him in the belly with her toe. �I guess that makes you
Han Solo?�
�A
stuck-up, half-witted, scruffy looking, nerf herder?� Kurt laughed.
�Who�s
scruffy lookin�?� Jean grinned at him, feeling the tingle of the wine.

Meanwhile,
back at the Ranch:
Bobby, Dani and
Warren sat crammed on Warrentopia watching a Law & Order Marathon on
A&E. Warren was holding true to his vow of Absolute Laziness. His face
sported several days growth of whiskers, his blonde hair was pulled back into a
sloppy pony tail of sorts. He was clad in Spongebob Squarepants pajama pants
and a wife beater. A large cooler bearing liquid refreshment rested at his
feet. His wings hung behind the couch, one bore the stains of Cheetos cheese.
Bobby wore a Post-It note with the word �Viceroy� written in Sharpie stuck to
his chest. The trio stared at the TV screen intensely, six hours into the Marathon.
�I hate the law.� Warren
muttered. Dani patted his arm consolingly. It was his twelfth utterance of that
phrase thus far during the Marathon. �I hate lawyers. I
hate law school.�
�Take heart,
Legally Blonde.� Bobby patted Warrentopia, �You�re on Spring Break and are free
from the chains of Academia for another week.�
�You could always
quit law school and become a Billionaire Playboy.� Dani suggested. �Live off Worthington
cash and screw supermodels.�
�Ah, yes...I�d
make sure Hank was there to witness my father�s aneurysm when I told him the
news. Maybe he�d get extra credit.� Warren
flipped open the ice chest with his foot and used his extra long tongs to
retrieve a can of Coke. His tongs facilitated his Laziness by reducing as much
body movement as possible. Hank warned him he would end up with a blood clot.
He didn�t care, it would be a well-earned blood clot. Scott walked into the Rec
Room, dressed for Danger Room Training.
�Count Scottula,� Warren
looked up, �I beseech thee. Come to Warrentopia.� He patted the couch, �Where
Laziness is the Only Rule.�
Scott shook his
head and smiled, �No thanks, War. I was wondering if any of you guys were up
for some Danger Room time?� The three stared at him. Bobby pointed towards the
TV. The next episode of Law & Order began. Scott sighed, �Never mind.� He
left to go break things in the Danger Room.

�This wine is
truly craptacular.� Jean commented, pouring herself some more. Kurt stood up,
water pouring off his lithe form in a torrent. His drenched boxer shorts left
nothing to the imagination. Jean kicked herself mentally for noticing. She felt
her cheeks flush. Aw, nuts...stupid Scott
and his stupid Paxil and his stupid no libido. She realized she was a tad
tipsy and more then a tad...er...well... damn,
Kurt�s hot.
Kurt wrapped a
towel around his waist. He looked over his shoulder down at her still in the
tub. Her face was reddened and he sensed...ruh
roh. He grabbed her a towel, �Ok, you.� He flicked her lightly with the
towel. �You�ve had enough. You�re beet red. Time for bed.� He could feel her
need. She was lonely, and wanting, and more then a little buzzed. He needed to
nip that right in the bud. He reached
down and took her hand, pulling her out of the bath and wrapping her in the
towel in one swift movement. He steered her towards where her PJ�s lay folded
on the counter and then headed off into the room to change. Jean gazed at her
Bugs Bunny nightshirt. She yanked off her wet underwear and got into her dry
pair of panties, her nightshirt, then brushed out her hair and plaited it into
a single braid. She stomped into the room, not caring if Kurt was decent or
not. He was. He was wearing black silk pajama bottoms, his perfectly sculpted
chest bare except for his silver crucifix. His indigo hair was cropped short in
back but his bangs were long and hung in his eyes. His face was heart shaped,
his features delicate to the point of prettiness. He was this beautiful
unearthly creature. Stop that, Jean, you weirdo. It�s Kurt, for
Crissakes.
Kurt could feel
Jean�s eyes on him. Part of him wanted her, and part of him wanted to drown the
other part of him in the toilet for even considering it. He reached into his
duffle bag, pulled out his big gray tee-shirt, and yanked it over his head.
Honestly, he believed that Jean was suffering from �Any port in a storm�
syndrome. He hopped into the bed and clicked on the TV. �Hey!� He announced
happily, �The Hobbit�s on HBO!�
�Neat.� Jean
climbed into the bed and cuddled up to Kurt. They watched Bilbo and company
make their way around Middle Earth. Jean drifted off right around the time that
the Dwarves encountered the Wood Elves. Kurt turned the TV off and settled down
to sleep.

He reached down and took her hand, pulling
her out of the tub in one swift movement. He stepped up to her, his golden eyes
hungry. His chest brushed hers as he reached behind her and unhooked her bra.
He raised her arms up, sliding the bra up along them until the damp material
wrapped around her wrists. The velvet of his chest teasing her nipples into
hardened points as he moved against her, she looked up to discover that he�d
tied her wrists together and lashed them to the shower curtain rod. Looking
down at her, he wound his hand in her hair and roughly jerked her head to the
side. �What do you want, Jean?� He hissed in her ear, his breath hot and wet
against her throat. She felt the prick of fangs. The tip of his tongue flicked
her flesh. The ache between her legs turned to an unbearable heat.
�I don�t know...I don�t know.� She
whispered. His tail lashed around her waist, it squeezed her and pulled her
forward. Kurt�s hand stole inside her panties, pressing between her labia,
massaging her clit. She whimpered and rocked against his hand. He withdrew his
hand suddenly, his three fingers slick with evidence of her want.
�I do.� He murmured, dragging his damp
fingers across her lips. She strug fee feebly against her bonds. He sucked
lightly on his fingers and then slid them into her mouth. �Suck.� She wrapped
her lips around his strange thick fingers, tasting herself on them. He pulled
them free. He lowered his mouth to hers, his hand still twisted in her hair.
With his other hand he gripped her ass almost painfully. His kiss deepened
and...something happened. She felt herself falling. A surge of dark bliss
poured through her; it burned, it ached with cold, it seared her with
electricity, it was pleasure so intense it was agonizing, she wanted to scream
from ecstasy or terror she didn�t know. He reached into her and grabbed hold.
It was endless. Heaven and Hell dwelled in his Kiss. He broke away from her,
leaving her gasping. She trembled violently as he slid down her body, her sweat
coating his fur.
�What are you?� She breathed, gazing down at
him. He caught a pink nipple in his mouth, rolled, sucked, and nipped it. She
felt something in her tug and release into him, sheer pleasure erupted wherever
he touched. He continued his journey south, her panties yanked down and off.
�Pleased to meet you, won�t you guess my
name?� he sang in his eerie lilt as he raised her leg to his shoulder. She felt
his tongue lap at her sex, tasting her, savoring her. He chuckled into her slit
and his tailed unwrapped from her waist. She bit her lip and stifled a cry as
something serpentine pushed inside her, the spade of his tail curled in on
itself. He rolled his tongue around her throbbing clit, undulating and
vibrating in a way that seemed impossible. He sucked lightly as his tongue worked.
The spade inside her splayed itself and she lurched in shock. The tip dug into
her G spot and the sides stroked and twisted inside her. His mouth continued to
savage her as his tail fucked her with short, hard thrusts. Her whole body
spasmed with the unbearable ecstasy. She knew she was dying and she didn�t
care. She screamed as she came, the orgasm smashing through her. His tail
whipped free and he drank her in. She felt part of herself pour into him. Her
orgasm lasted as long as he willed it to. It crested forever and then ebbed
into small aftershocks. She dangled limply from her wrists, the binds digging
in, bruising her. He rose to his feet, his glistening tail flicking side to
side. He freed himself of his towel and boxer shorts, his uncut cock pressed
against his lower belly, a pearl of pre-cum gracing its tip. He kissed her
again, his mouth salty with her juices. The falling began all over again.
Infernal and Divine. She sobbed as she grinded against him, his erection
pressed between them. He raised her ass and she wrapped her legs around his
hips. He drove himself into her. She arched her back, her hips meeting his. She
felt herself tighten around him. His mouth pulled away from hers and pressed to
her throat, she felt the scrape of fangs again. He hilted his cock inside her
and rolled his whole torso in rhythmic thrusts, the head of his prick stabbing
into her G-Spot with every movement. He caressed her ass as she rode him, his
tail wrapping around them both. The pleasure that mounted in her spread through
her whole body, every touch was like a stroke to her clit, every nerve was on
fire. He fucked her hard, slamming himself into her. Her orgasm tore through
her leaving her ragged, it exploded like white fire. He caught it, twisted it
and sent it back through her, forcing her to cum again. She couldn�t breath,
her blood pounded in her head. He growled into her neck and came, spilling
himself into her. He forced his orgasm into her and she rode it like her own,
her sex clamped down, milking him as he continued to thrust. He bit down, his
fangs piercing her. She came again and then again. Her body finally couldn�t
take it anymore and she collapsed against him, her breathing wheezing gasps.
Sweat poured off her body, her wet hair clinging to her used flesh. He
whispered to her, petted her and told her how precious she was. He cradled her
and sang to her a wordless song, she drifted off, exhausted.

Kurt awoke with a
start, jerked from sleep. He slid from the bed and wobbled off towards the
bathroom. He had had a weird dream about having to deliver paper plates to the
cast of The Facts of Life and driving
down the road in a laundry basket, then his dream was cut short and he couldn�t
remember dreaming anything at all except something about white fire. He came
out of the bathroom and checked the time, 9:23am.
He yawned,etchetched, scratched and grabbed his stuff to take a shower. Jean
seemed still dead to the world. He showered and left to get breakfast, leaving
Jean a note stuck to the TV screen in case he got delayed. He left, singing
songs from the Hobbit to himself.
Jean opened her
eyes. Her eyes darted to where Kurt had been and she breathed a relieved prayer
of gratitude to any passing deity that he wasn�t there. Her thighs were slick
with the evidence of her dream. Crapcrapcrapcrapcrapohmygodcrap.
She flung back the covers and eased herself to her feet, her legs shook as she
tip toed to the bathroom to shower. Her body ached and she had a mounting
headache. She wondered with horror if she had linked with Kurt telepathically
during the night, plugging him into her dream. God, she hoped not. She couldn�t
face him. Even if she didn�t link him, she had a hearty suspicion that her
telepathy went a little buck wild and helped itself to Kurt�s mind. If that what sex with Kurt was like, he was
waaaaaaaay out of her league. She didn�t know what the hell that was and
couldn�t think of anyone who�d be in
his league. It was a little frightening. Her whole body still tingled. She
prayed that Kurt hadn�t been witness to her dream. She�d have to kill
herself...or him. Or both of them. Gah! She banged her head on the shower wall,
which did nothing to sooth her aching noggin.
Kurt �ported into
the room, bags of McDonald�s in hand. He got Egg McMuffins and those McSausage,
Egg, And Cheese Biscuit sandwich things. He used his tailed to turn the TV on,
and sat the bags on the dresser. He heard Jean in the shower. He sipped on his
orange juice and watched Looney Tunes, waiting for Jean so he could distribute
food.
Jean poked her
head out of the bathroom. Kurt was lying on his stomach, giggling along to the
Robin Hood Daffy episode of Bugs Bunny, slurping occasionally from a McDonald�s
cup. Her mortification gave way to the lure of fast food smells. Few can resist
the Siren call of McJunk. Kurt just looked up and smiled when she came out and
held out a McMuffin. She accepted it.
�Sleep good?� she
asked as nonchalantly as she could.
�Yeah, I had a
weird dream about the Facts of Life though.� He said, taking a big bite of his
sandwich.
�The...facts..of
life?� she stammered, the McMuffin�s mission to her mouth suddenly aborted. The
facts of life = euphemism for sex = Kurt knows
= look for blunt objects to kill both of them.
�Mmm, hmm...Tootie
kept whacking me with paper plates.� Kurt chewed thoughtfully. �Oh, I love this
one!� As Hillbilly Hare began. Jean almost peed herself with relief.
�Ready to go after
we eat?� She asked him, keeping her voice a normal volume.
�Yeah, we need to
get in contact with Alpha Flight.�
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