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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

Kurt was... smiling? What the fuck? Did
he think this was some kind of joke or something? She watched him, completely
unamused, as he grabbed at her scarf, like some retarded cat. "I never
would have pegged you for being so lacking in creativity, Schatz," he
replied. And what was that supposed to mean? He just kept on playing with the
scarf, and she was about to take it off and let him keep it, since he seemed to
enjoy it's company so damn much, when he elaborated a very little bit, "Like
I said, normal can be highly over-rated." Right. That helped.

She started to open her mouth to reply to his dumbass
remarks, when he pressed the scarf against her face and kissed her. Her eyes
snapped wide open in surprise, and for once, everything in her head was
completely quiet. Leaning into it, she had to pull herself back before she got
carried away. The silence inside her head continued, until someone remarked
rather simply, "Dude." Yeah. Dude. Dude pretty much covered
the whole "what the fuck was that?!" aspect of the situation.

This was Kurt. Kurt who was technically her brother
(although she'd been constantly reminding herself that really, he wasn't), Kurt
who was possibly one of the best friends that she'd ever had. Sure, there was
something... she still hadn't forgotten what'd happened the day before, in the
rec room, but she was willing to brush all of that off as accidental. But now,
he was actually... shittymcfuckfuck. This was not good. And even worse, was the
voice in her head telling her that it was actually very good.

She raised a hand to her mouth, the feeling of the kiss,
as brief as it was, still incredibly vivid. Looking Kurt in the eyes, she tried
to figure out what exactly he was getting at. Was he just trying to prove a
point, or was he serious? Remembering what she'd... felt the day before, she
decided that there was at least a chance that he wasn't just trying to cheer
her up. The psyches, though, were divided. Half thought it was nasty and half
thought that she was crazy for breaking it off.

Fuck that first half. Bunch of fucking losers anyway.

Grabbing the scarf, she pulled more of it loose, holding
it out as she leaned in closer to him. Fuck, she'd better not regret this.

Kurt

Her eyes snapped wide open in surprise and he
thought that was it. He was dead. She'd dump his body in the ocean and kids at
the beach tomorrow would run screaming from the horrific blue monster the sea
had tossed up on the shore...but then she leaned into it. Only for a moment,
but it was definitely there and his heart just about stopped in shock before
she pulled back and just...stared.

Okay, staring wasn't exactly good, but it was definitely
better than outright mayhem and he sat there, her scarf again fluttering in the
breeze as he let it drop and crouched a bit awkwardly on the boulder next to
her. Forced himself to meet her eyes as he waited to see if he'd just ruined
almost two years of friendship over something that he should have just kept to
himself or if, maybe...if he was lucky...she'd just let it slide.

He was opening his mouth to apologize - abjectly, no less.
To brush it off with a smile and a joke and an assurance that he'd just been
making a point. And then she raised her hand to her mouth and he froze, chest
tight and eyes fixed unblinking on her fingers as she brushed them across her
lips. He could still almost feel them through the thin film of fabric, warm and
soft and, Gott, bitte...don't let me have fucked things up beyond all
repair.

And then she was moving, pulling more of the scarf free
and holding it up between them as she leaned closer and he had to be
hallucinating, because there was no way this could be happening. But he reached
up again, gathered the fabric in not quite trembling fingers and pressed it
across her face. Let his hands sink into her hair as he held it loosely in
place and leaned in, less hesitant now as he kissed her again. He might as well
be hanged for a sheep as a lamb.

Rogue

Ohgodohgodohgodohgod what was she doing? What the fuck
was she doing? This was Kurt. Kurt, for fuck's sake. She let him take the
cloth, moving her free arm to half-encircle his neck, resting on his shoulder
as his hand went to the back of her head.

Kurt.

This was going to fuck things up royally, wasn't it? But
he was right. She was doing it. Granted, there was a layer of cloth still
there, but she could feel his mouth on the other side, feel his lips. And it
was definitely Kurt. The gloved hand on her cheek was unmistakably his. She
closed her eyes, moving so that she didn't have to bend her neck in order to
kiss him.

She was kissing him.

Pulling back to catch her breath (which was proving to be
a hell of a lot harder than she thought it would be), she cleared her throat
slightly, barely able to make the words come out. "Okay." Nodding,
she shrugged. "You made your point."

And boy, had he ever. Her mind flashed back to the day
before, back to the tickle war in the rec room... he wasn't just making a
point, was he? A small smile flashed across her face as she leaned toward him
again, once again holding out the scarf. Point or no, he'd been right. It felt
good. And she wanted more.

Kurt

Oh Gott, it was still possibly the stupidest thing he'd
ever done, because she'd have to come to her senses and realize this wasn't
what she wanted sooner or later...but for right now she was reaching up to hold
on and pull him closer and it felt so verdammt good, even with the cloth
between them. Warm and human and real and, Gott...she shifted a bit, her eyes
closed as she changed the angle between them and his breath hitched slightly.

He'd spent so long convincing himself
that he didn't want this, that they were 'family' and friends and nothing more,
because why want what you could never have? And now...now he'd fucked up so
very royally but he couldn't quite bring himself to care so long as she was
pressed up against him like this, her breath warm against his lips as he gently
cradled her face in his hands.

She finally pulled back, her breath coming short in
counterpoint to his own, and once again, more reluctantly this time, he let the
scarf drift free, though this time he kept one hand tangled loosely in her
hair. She was beautiful in the moonlight, and his gut clenched in anticipation
of what had to come next as she cleared her throat before finally speaking. "Okay."
Nodding, she shrugged. "You made your point."

Was that it? It could have been so much worse and, while
his stomach still churned at the thought, a part of him, the rational part, was
relieved to think that maybe damage control was still an option. Gott, maybe
he'd been wrong, earlier. Maybe nothing was better than just a taste of what
you could never really have.

Once more he was preparing to throw himself on her mercy,
claim insanity, write it off to the moonshine earlier...even if it was really
the moonshine tonight that was responsible...but before he could say a word she
was smiling, small and almost secret, and he watched in amazement as she leaned
towards him again. The invitation was unmistakable and it only took a heartbeat
to beat down the small voice that was telling him this was wrong, that he was
screwing things up beyond repair, because it didn't feel wrong. Not when
he pulled her closer with a soft exhalation, slid his hands up to hold the
barrier of silk in place and pressed his lips to hers again through the barely
there wisp of fabric. His lips were parted this time, more than half afraid it
would be too much, that he'd scare her away, but he wanted it too much to care.

Wanted to taste her as he let his thumbs run gently
along her cheeks, slipped his hands through her hair, still holding the silk
safely in place as he gathered both sides in one hand and let the other slide
down. Ran his tongue across her lips as his hand barely skimmed across her
shoulder, followed the curve of her spine to finally settle lightly in the
small of her back as he pressed his lips more insistently to hers.

He'd likely pay the price later, he knew, but for
now...now all he cared about was the warm weight of her in his arms, the
musky-sweet taste of her mouth and, almost surprisingly, the lap of the waves
on the shore as he gasped quietly into her mouth.

Rogue

He pulled her closer and voice after voice threw in their
opinion, deciding all at once to break their little silence. They were
practically screaming in her head, some screaming at her, some screaming at
each other. She tuned them out. At that moment, all that mattered was the fact
that right there, right then, she was kissing Kurt. Or holo-Kurt, at least.
That was a little weird, but her eyes were shut for the most part, as she
concentrated on the way it felt. There was no need to see Kurt, she could feel
the fur on his face through the cloth, prickling oddly as it found it's way
through the loosely knit fibers.

He was soft, and she had the sudden urge to take off a
glove and run her hand across his fur. Of course, he had to be wearing his
uniform, which would make that more than a little bit hard to do, but it was
something she kept in mind as he repositioned his hands, sliding one hand down
slowly as his tongue ran across her lips. She didn't know whether to giggle or
moan, a part of her wanted to do both. Pushing aside the decidedly girly giggle
reflex, she let out a small moan as he intensified the kiss.

His hand traced her spine, sending a slight shiver through
her body as it finally came to rest in the small of her back. She started to
move even closer to him, a sudden, somewhat rational voice pushing it's way to
the front of the mess and catching her attention. This was nuts. Someone was
going to get hurt- he was going to get hurt. She couldn't do this. As much
as she wanted it, as much as he seemed to want it, it was just wrong. It was
just the moment, they were caught up. Rational thinking wasn't really
happening, but it needed to. This could only end badly.

What the fuck, was that Scott? Jesus H. Christ, the
guy needed a firm slapping. She tried to shut him away, but the all too ready
distraction of Kurt made it harder than usual, and she eventually gave up,
content to let the voices drown each other out, forming a manageable background
chatter. Leaning into Kurt, she ran a hand across the nape of his neck, under
the hair that so desperately needed to be cut. She could just barely feel the
fur resist as she pulled her hand across it, against the grain. It wasn't
enough.

Without even realizing that she was doing it, her hand
snaked around to the front of his neck, fumbling for the zipper on his uniform.
It was there somewhere, would've been a hell of a lot easier to find without
the goddamn image inducer on, but eventually she found it and started to pull
down on it as that rational voice (and if she happened to see Scott anytime
soon, she was going to pummel him, just on principle) piped up again, this time
joined by a few others. She could have sworn that one of them was her own.
Leaning back but not taking her free hand off of the zipper, she caught her
breath. "Kurt... I don't want to hurt you."

Kurt

OhGottohGottohGott. The feel of her shuddering
beneath his fingers as he settled his hand in the small of her back coupled
with the way she'd just moaned, low and needy sounding... He pulled her closer
still, oblivious to the discomfort of the boulder they were perched on as he
concentrated on just feeling her. The weight of her across his lap,
leaning into him, her hand running lightly across the nape of his neck, rucking
his fur the wrong way and sending a shiver down his spine.

He gasped, fingers teasing gently at the small of her back
as he loosened the silk across her face slightly; enough that his tongue could
press insistently at her lips, seeking entrance even through the veil of
fabric. Gott, he wanted to feel more of her, didn't even care that the way he'd
shifted her had her hip pressed firmly against the increasing tightness in his
pants just...wanted.

And then her hand was slipping around, dragging lightly
across his fur again before fumbling...ohHeiligeMariaMutterGottes...at the
zipper on the front of his uniform. She started to slip it down and he finally
closed his eyes, stifling another moan as he clutched at her.

He knew he shouldn't let her do this, shouldn't take
advantage of her need; because that was all it was, all it could be. Need and
desperation and years of wanting and never having and he was there and safe, or
as close to safe as she was ever likely to find. When she pulled back he didn't
open his eyes for a moment, afraid of what he'd see when he did.

"Kurt..." He forced his eyes open at the
sound of her voice, his breath coming quick as he looked down into eyes that
sparkled muted emerald in the light of the moon. "I don't want to hurt
you."

She hadn't let go of the zipper. Wasn't pulling away.
Maybe...?

"You won't, Schatz," he almost whispered, no
doubt whatsoever in his voice as he let one blunt finger trail lightly down her
cheek, wishing there was no need for fabric in the way. "You won't
but..." He wasn't sure how to say what he knew he had to. Couldn't live
with himself if he didn't... "You don't...I'm not..."

He licked suddenly dry lips as he tried once more to put
words to his roiling thoughts. "You can have...this...with anyone,"
he finally managed, proud that his voice was steady as he dropped his forehead
to rest against hers and closed his eyes. He wasn't sure if she'd understand
what he meant but he wasn't sure what else to say...how to tell her that he was
fine with this, now. With whatever, as much or as little, as she wanted...but
that, now that his higher brain functions were at least marginally engaged, he
couldn't bear the thought that later she'd regret it.

Rogue

She couldn't really read his expression. The murmur of
voices in her head, combined with the fact that the moon was on the wrong side,
she was basically in the shadow of his head made it somewhat hard to see more
than the occasional glint of light off of his eyes. "You won't,
Schatz," he replied, his voice low. She wasn't entirely convinced, but
it was better than nothing. His hand traced down her cheek and she allowed the
corner of her mouth to begin an upward turn, which stopped as he amended his
statement, "You won't but..." Frowning slightly, she pulled
back and looked toward the waves. But. But wasn't good. "You
don't...I'm not..."

Her hand slowly released the zipper and rested on his
shoulder as a few of the loud, obnoxious, Brotherhood-type psyches offered
their opinions of what was going to come next. He's gay! He was born a
woman! He's got mono! Right. They were going down. All of them. "You
can have...this...with anyone," he finally finished, closing his eyes
and dropping his head to rest against hers. Thank God for that fur.

She sat there for a moment, mulling over what he'd said
and still breathing somewhat more heavily than usual. Really... what was being
discussed? Not her normal line of conversation. "Kurt." Well, that
little exclamation had come out angrier sounding than she intended it to. She
waited until she had his attention to reach over and ceremoniously push the
button on his image inducer. Raising her eyebrows, she nodded. "I really,
really..." Words were stupid, anyway. Grabbing hold of the cloth and making
sure that it was securely in place, she leaned in and kissed him again. God, it
was like a whole new mode of expression.

Pulling back again, she reached up and grabbed the hand
that was on her cheek, glancing toward the beach. "This rock hurts like
hell."

Kurt

Her hand slowly released the zipper and rested on his
shoulder as he fumbled for words, knowing he was doing a crap job of it but
not sure what else to say. There was a long moment of silence when he'd finally
managed to choke out what he needed to say and he kept his eyes shut, the only
sound the murmur of the surf and their still somewhat labored breathing as he
rested his forehead against hers and waited to see what she'd say.

"Kurt."

Scheisse. His
eyes snapped open at the edge of anger in her voice and he looked down at her,
invisible fangs worrying lightly at his lip as she stared up at him and
then...reached over and very deliberately pushed the button on his image
inducer. Raising her eyebrows, she nodded. "I really, really..."

Really what? He didn't get a chance to ask as this time
she took hold of the scarf, making sure it was securely in place as she leaned
in to kiss him again. It took him completely by surprise and for a long,
confused moment he didn't respond, just sat there with her in his lap, her lips
pressed to his and tried to make sense of the fact that she was actually
kissing him. Still...again...in spite of...

He'd finally begun to relax and respond, the hand still on
her cheek, tangled in her hair, tightening as he tried to pull her closer, get
more...and she was pulling away. He started to follow her, trying to maintain
the contact, but she reached up and grabbed the hand on her cheek as she looked
down at the beach.

"This rock hurts like hell."

He blinked at her for a moment, almost as though she'd
come up with a complete non-sequitur, before his brain processed the
information and he snorted in amusement.

"I have been more comfortable," he admitted,
almost breathless as he leaned in to rub his cheek against hers where the
fabric of the scarf didn't quite reach, his other hand tightening slightly at
the small of her back.

*bamf*

"Is this better?" he asked huskily, shifting
slightly to pull her more fully into his lap as they reappeared in a swirl of
smoky violet on the soft sand just above the water line. He didn't wait for an
answer, instead turning his head to place a kiss at the corner of her
mouth...her chin...at the angle of her jaw just below her ear. Always careful
of where the silk lay, only allowing the fur of his cheek to brush lightly
across her unprotected skin as the hand not occupied with holding the silk in
place slid lower still, cupped the curve of her ass and, Gott, wished there was
some way to get his tail loose from these verdammt cargoes.

Rogue

It took him a second, but he finally got the hint, rubbing
the fur on the back of his hand against her cheek and teleporting them off of
the boulder, onto a soft spot in the sand. "Is this better?"
She was tempted to point out that she hadn't missed the fact that he'd used the
little trip to position her differently on his lap, but he didn't give her the
chance. Instead, he moved in to kiss her jaw line, letting his cheek brush up
against the exposed skin on her face, which caused her to shudder involuntarily.
That tickled. As his hand crept south, she fought back the urge to say
something sarcastic. Really, not necessary.

Instead, she reached up and unzipped the front of his
uniform, pulling one glove free and running her hand down his chest, through
the thick fur. God, she'd never get tired of that. She pushed the shoulder of
the suit off, running her hand along the muscles of his arm, following the fur
down to his wrist. It wasn't that she was in a huge rush to get Kurt naked, so
much as she wanted to be able to touch him, and that was sort of hard to do
through a layer of spandex. Kurt getting naked was just an added bonus. She
snorted somewhat immaturely at the thought of Kurt running naked along the
beach, but covered it up by moving in to kiss him again.

Besides, she doubted that Kurt would let it get to the
point where someone needed to be completely naked. As much as she realized just
how horny teenage boys could be (and she did, what with storing a few of their
minds inside her own), she trusted that Kurt at least had some sense of
self-preservation that would hopefully kick in before they did something that
would end in his death. Hopefully.

She worked her arm back around his neck, snaking it down
the back of his uniform, which was still mostly on, and pulling herself up a
bit more on her knees. Smashing Kurt's legs was probably not the best thing to
do. She kissed him again, opening her mouth and leaning into him as her bare
hand raked softly through the fur on his back. Guy was really too soft for his
own good.

Kurt

He shuddered again as she pulled the zipper down on his
uniform, trying not to think too hard about how she was straddling his lap now.
Ran his tongue along the shell of her ear and moaned softly into it as she
slipped one glove off and ran her hand down his chest, fingers dragging lightly
across muscles and through the short, dense fur. She couldn't possibly know how
verdammt good that felt and he leaned into the touch, though careful not to
press too hard. And, Gott, she just kept going, pushing the spandex back from
his shoulder and following its path down his arm, leaving a shivering trail in
the wake of her fingers.

It was more than he'd dared hope for and yet nowhere near
enough and he slipped his own hand up, under the mesh of her top to run his
hand, Gott sei danke for gloves, up her bare back, rucking the fabric up as he
went. Even through the gloves he could feel the warmth of her, imagine the
smoothness of her skin as he let his fingers slide across her ribs, his thumb
graze the edge of her breast through the satin of her bra. Refused to regret
the gloves or wish for more, because sometimes what you could have just had to
be enough.

And then her lips were on his again, the scarf almost
forgotten now as he concentrated on the taste of her through it. The
feel of her as she shifted again, rocking up on her knees as she pressed
herself against him, breasts crushed to his bare chest and arm snaking down the
back of his uniform to raise shivers all along his back as she raked her
fingers through the fur. Too much, not enough...he shifted suddenly, smoothly
lifting her and twisting until he could lay her in the sand next to him.

Forearm propped in the sand near her head now, lips still
pressed to hers, he freed his hand just long enough to loosen his belt, undo
the top button of his pants and let his tail slip free. Sighed into her mouth
as his hand returned to its explorations beneath her blouse and his tail snaked
around her stockinged calf, kneading and caressing.

"Better?" he asked, almost breathless, his lips
still against hers and quirked into a faint smile as his hand slipped across
her stomach and over her ribs before settling to gently cup the fabric-covered
swell of her breast.

Rogue

She wasn't really sure what exactly was going on. She was
pretty much on autopilot, just going with it. But one thing was certain. His
hand was most definitely up her shirt. Not that it was entirely surprising, if
she thought about it... but thinking about it too much made her dip back into
the part of her brain that was screaming that someone was going to get hurt or
even killed all because she was being... well, she was being normal. Or as
close as she could be. Thinking about it ruined everything, and so she tried
not to, instead pressing herself into him, almost daring her head to say that
she was wrong.

He was moving, and she pulled her hand back slightly,
giving in a bit to that fearful part of her head that said that the bare hand
was a bad idea, no matter how thick his fur was. Next thing she knew, though,
he was lowering her down onto the sand, holding himself up on one arm and
keeping his mouth against hers. As he fiddled around with something at belt
level (and she really didn't want to know what... maybe a little bit), she
let her hand drop against his back again, tracing his spine with her finger.

The sudden pressure against her leg was surprising, and
she flinched before remembering the tail. And there went her mind, completely
and utterly lost in the gutter. Although that didn't seem like an entirely bad
thing at the moment. But the tail... well, things were going to be interesting,
at least. "Better?"

She turned her head to look up at him
better, mouth turning up into a smile in response. As his tail continued to knead
her leg, the tip brushing lightly against the back of her calf and tickling
ever so slightly, she let out a small moan, finally choking out an actual
response. "Much."

His hand trailed across her stomach, edge of his suit
snagging on her navel piercing for a brief second before his arm worked it's
way farther up. Oh, God. Her free leg snaked it's way unwittingly around
his as his hand curved around her breast. She inhaled sharply, closing her
eyes. Was this really happening? She had a sneaking suspicion that if she
opened her eyes again, she'd find herself in her room, hugging a pillow with
the sheets tangled around her leg. It was just too much, there was absolutely
no way that this was actually happening to her. She let her hand travel down
his back, resting finally at the base of his tail as she opened one eye
somewhat hesitantly. He was still there.

Oh, God.
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