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Perfectly Normal	By : Nemain Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 6947 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Perfectly Normal Chapter Fifty Two

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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE �, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta� I really think I was bitten by the nap faerie. InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink, Dracena and Greywolf are loverly and wondermous for archiving/hosting. J ProPhile: *poke poke poke * Morgan: *echo echo echo * Readers/Reviewers: Thank you for reading/reviewing when you can! It keeps the Killer Kitties � in line!

�Was?�

�I would like for you to help me tonight.� Kitty bit her lower lip as Kurt gave her what could only be termed an incredulous look. �After this thing Jubilee is dragging the girls on��

�The strip club,� he said dismissively, waving a hand as if brushing away a fly. �Ja, I know about it.� He leaned towards her, across the space that separated them in the library, over the short stack of books he had been replacing on the shelves according to Mark�s notes on his classification system. �Why do you need my help?�

Kitty paused, her fingers tracing the depressed lettering on the cover of one of the thick books Mark had brought with him when he had arrived at the Institute. It was in Latin, she knew from a single glance, and it was something she had best not look too deeply into. She weighed her options: tell Kurt the truth, that she felt safe with him, that she wanted him beside her while she did something even a tiny bit dangerous and that he gave her a feeling of peace, that she was ready to start moving back towards him again. Or, she thought, she could tell him that she just needed his help and he was the only one who could do it. Under his intense gaze, her stomach trembled in sudden nervousness. �I need your help,� she murmured, looking away and focusing on the row of slightly dusty books on the shelf before her. �You�re the only one who can do it.�

�Do what?� he asked, stepping around the stack of books and moving closer. He did not know where this sudden bold streak was coming from but he did not want to stop it. He felt warm to his very toes, the tremble in his stomach suffusing through his entire body as he neared her. The strawberries and cream smell of her hair seeped through his awareness, tinged with something sharp but subtle. Champagne, he thought, remembering a wedding he had gone to long ago and the scent of the berries and wine mingling near the adult tables, she smells like strawberries and cream and champagne. �What is it only I can do for you?� he asked, his voice tinged with an emotion he could not name, his timbre lower, rougher than his usual tone. Kitty�s eyes were wide as she gazed up at him, her back pressed against the bookshelf but not out of a need to escape. She leaned there, staring at him, lips parted as words escaped her grasp. �I didn�t think you needed my help for anything,� Kurt continued, almost surprised to hear his own voice. He could feel the faint tickle of her breath on his throat, stirring the fine fur there, disguised by his holo as it was, and a soft moan threatening to rise from his chest as she sighed, her eyes closing for a moment before pinning him with her familiar blue gaze.

�I never said I didn�t need your help,� she replied. Distantly she heard the ormolu clock in Mark�s study tinging the hour and part of her, a tiny shred of her awareness that was not focused on Kurt, on the comforting and exciting nearness of him, on the familiar want of him, realized she needed to go do kitchen duty soon, before getting ready for Jubilee�s night out. The day had practically flown by, Pete�s call early that afternoon being the only awkward spot. Even Jean was going tonight, she thought, so maybe it wasn�t such a bad thing. It was normal, a bunch of girls going out on a Friday, being a tiny bit wild, being silly� �I never said that,� she reaffirmed, swaying slightly on her feet. Very close, she realized. She was very close to him or maybe he was very close to her. It bothered her that her mind was acting so strange, so fuzzy and fast like she had drank one of Saint John�s supercaffeinated sodas. �You don�t have to help me if you don�t want to.� She started to step around him but found herself trapped�not unpleasantly so, she realized�by his arm. �Um��

�Ja, I�ll help you,� he told her softly, dropping his arms. I want to kiss you, he thought miserably, knowing just how she tasted and moved and the tiny sounds she made low in her throat when the kiss deepened� �When?�

Kitty swallowed hard, her throat moving visibly. �I�ll come find you when we get back tonight. I can�t see us being out too late�� She shrugged, smiling thinly as she eased around him finally and started walking towards the door, her knees slightly weak and her stomach still fluttering as if a thousand butterflies were inside it, dancing flamenco. �Rogue and I agreed to fake sick around ten if things look like they�re not wrapping up,� she added, giving him one final smile before ghosting automatically out of the library, leaving Kurt behind with the stack of books he had volunteered to put away.

Kurt tapped his finger against the topmost book, staring fixedly at the closed library door. For just a minute or two, he could forget about the Shi�ar in the basement, the Professor on vacation, the documentary crew, the refugees� �And a partridge in a pear tree,� he sing-songed softly, sighing as he sank down to sit on the floor. The warm and fuzzy feeling being so close to Kitty had given him was fading rapidly, replaced by the knot of tension that seemed to be his constant state of being for the past week or so. �Things will be back to normal soon,� he whispered to himself, tucking his tail around his ankle as he closed his eyes. �Normal for us, anyway��
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