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Forever Yours: Whether I Like It or Not...	By : Tristatt Category: X-men Comics > Het - Male/Female Views: 3825 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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She had woken up to find herself alone, but she was in a different room, more like a bedroom than a hospital. She stared at the chocolate colored walls, trying to regain her senses and then rolled her body over to look for a door. She found two, she liked her odds.
Leaning herself up sideways, the pain in her back was still present, more dull than it had been -- how long had she been out? She tossed the blankets off of herself, back in the sweatpants and shirt from the police station, and wobbled up to the door, her body tired and weak. She turned the knob, hoping to find the hallway, instead found a small bathroom; white walls, toilet, small shower, sink, pretty standard. She closed the door behind her and looked through the drawers to see if there was anything resembling a toothbrush. Something brushed up against her leg and she was startled. She gave a yelp, but found there was nothing there. Figuring it had been a muscle twitch, she ignored and grabbed the yellow toothbrush from the draw and unwrapped it. Glopping toothpaste on the end she put the head of the brush in her mouth and looked up at the bathroom sink. Upon looking in the mirror over the sink, she choked on the tooth brush and dropped it in the sink. "Ah, no...." She leaned forward and pulled her bottom eyelid down- it had turned completely yellow while her right eye remained normal. Taking her focus off of her eye, she noticed her ears had come to a slight point at the top. Not as dramatic as Kurt's, but enough to know where it came from. She opened her mouth and was relieved that she at the least didn't have the demon's teeth.
She heard a noise from in her room and covered her mouth so she could hear over her panicked breathing. "Kate?" the familiar inquiring of Beast from the other side of the door. What would she do?
"Yeah?"
"Are you ok? I came to check on you and bring you breakfast..." his voice sounded very close to the door, his mouth only a few inches from it.
"I'm fine. Can you leave it? I want to take a shower." It was the best she could come up with.
"Sure." his footsteps moved away from the door, "There are clothes for you at the end of the bed. I'll be back in an hour." The door to the room closed and she continued to panic.
Again, something had brushed up her leg and this time there was no excusing it for a twitch. She rolled up the leg of her pants and found -- nothing. She quietly thought to herself about the possibility that she was going crazy. She unbuttoned the shirt and pulled down the sweatpants, leaving the two bunched up on the floor and turned the shower on. As she waited for the water to heat up, she looked in the mirror. Behind her shoulder a tail had shown itself and ducked down. She reached behind her and touched where her tailbone was and let out a shriek. She pulled the end in front of her, to examine the deformity. It was skin colored and slim. The muscles of it twitched in her hand and the end flexed left and right like a cats. "This," she let it go and it whipped back around her. She grabbed the edge of the tub, "can't be happening." She crawled into the tub, letting the water rain down on her.
She must had zoned out and been there for a while because a knock on the door and a familiar "Are you alright?" came from the other side. "I'm," she choked back her hysteria which had been on hold, "I'm alright." her emotions running through her voice.
Beast knew something was wrong. This was no different from all of her other stalling tactics. "I'm coming in," he announced. She dove out of the tub and pushed the lock in. The noise was audible on both sides of the door. Concern washed over Beast, "Kate, I know something's wrong, you need to open the door."
"I'm naked, go away!" She yelled, feeling that once her secret had been revealed, there was no pretending it was fine.
Foot traffic picked up outside the door and the handle twisted again. A soft knock followed by a German accent, "Kate, I know you are in there, and you know that I can get in there." Her eyes opened wider as her memory of their last encounter rushed in.
"Give me a minute." She crawled out of the tub, having come up with another plan, "Can someone grab me clothes?"
"I have them, open the door," Beast called through. She kept her body close to the door and twisted the handle from her side to unlock it, the door parted and a blue furry hand slid in with clothes in it. She grabbed them and pushed the door closed again, locking it.
She examined what she had to work with; more sweat pants yet again, an NYU t-shirt, pink underwear, black socks, and a navy blue hooded sweatshirt. She slipped on the underwear and loosely coiled her tail, and tucked in partially in. She threw on the shirt and pants, then the hooded sweatshirt, zipping it up all the way. She skillfully placed her hair over either side of her shoulder to hide her ears and pulled the hood over her head, letting the edge hang just over her eyes. She opened the door to find the two plus the gentleman from the other day by the door.
"All of this commotion because she took a long shower?" The man had said.
"You never know with her, Logan," Beast had replied, "She'd be half dead on the floor and tell you not to worry."
"Hmm," Logan said with his brows furrowed, "She's fine, I'm--" He paused and sniffed the air. He pushed passed Kurt and continued sniffing, getting in her face with his. "You smell different-" he remarked.
"Yeah, I showered." her sarcasm didn't amuse him. He pulled the hood back and she squinted her eyes closed. She prepared herself for an emotional outburst once they had found her out, but Logan left the room and said not another word. She pulled the hood back up and kept her yellow eye closed. "What's the rush?" She asked, trying to be upset for their invasion.
"You were in there quite a while, I had to be sure." Beast explained, feeling he may have over reacted.
"I'm fine; I just dozed off under the warm water." Beast had headed for the door and she found it odd that Kurt had not chimed in the whole time. She looked at him to see his eyes critiquing her- he didn't buy it. Beast left the room and closed the door partially behind him.
The silence between the two grew uncomfortable for Kate, "You can go," she gestured towards the door.
"Liebchen, I am no fool," he circled her, "I can feel your panic; I felt it through the door." He seemed like he was trying to sort out the situation, one that was all new to him.
“Perhaps you’ve forgotten, but I remember asking you not to do something, and you did,” she opened up the anger she had felt, overwhelming the fear and masking it from Kurt.
“I did it only to save you," he defended.
“Really? ‘Tell her she was great?’”
“I could not help but be enamored by you; perhaps I did not leave under the best circumstances, but had your life not have been on the line, we would not have had our little escapade.” His voice was thick. She threw the balled up socks in her hand at him, angry that they were the only object nearby, and pushed passed him. He grabbed her by her hood and pushed her up against the wall, “I will only take so much of your anger before I have had my fill,” his annoyance present on his face. She touched the wall, scared of what would come next and he moved to close the gap. She pushed herself up the wall, standing on her toes and he crouched down below her and crawled up over her, a leg and arm on either side. “I have caught you-“ he smiled, a hiss of some sort followed.
“We already verified that you-“ She looked down and realized they were on the wall, not touching the ground. “Ohmygod, let me down!” she panicked.
He drew his body on one side on her, letting his back rest against the wall with his arms by his side and his knees pointed out. “it would seem you forgot to keep your head down, as well,” the amusement in his voice was uncomfortable and all at her expense.
She fell on the floor and scrambled to get to the door. He BAMFed to block her and opened his arms, “get away from me,” she tried to go on either side of him, but it was no use. Something behind her had caught his attention, and he rushed at her, pushing her onto the bed. “Was ist das?” he ran a finger over her escaped tail. She shoved him off, and with force because he flew and hit the wall.
“It’s none of your concern,” she crawled to the other side of the bed but he grabbed her tail and pulled her back, “go away, devil spawn!” He climbed on top of her, perching on her chest and keeping her arms pinned under his feet. She cried for the first time, letting a vulnerable side peak through, “Bitte, gehen Sie raus,” she pleaded meekly.
“Sind Sie bewusst, Liebchen, dass Sie Deutsches sprechen?" He stroked her hair and made a face when he discovered her ears had changed as well.
“Nein, ich nicht,” she watched his face change and something sorrowful fell over him.
“I did not mean to turn you into a monster,” he released her arms and lay beside her. “Will you ever be able to forgive me?”
The tears in his eyes made her uncomfortable. She hadn’t actually seen a man, demon thingy, cry before. Generally men don’t, they just go punch walls and lockers. “I ah, don’t,” she stared at a point on the ceiling and kept her gaze there, “If I say yes, will you stop crying?”
He turned his body on its side and propped his head up on his hand, “…und more.” He pulled himself together rather quickly; enough to make Kate suspect that it had been bullshit from the start.
“You aren’t really sorry," she was annoyed, " I should have known an apology from a demon was worth shit.”
“Be careful fraulein, for if you accuse me of being a demon, I may be inclined to play the part,.” He wrapped an arm over her and pulled her into him.
“I just want you to know, that even though I forgive you, I really, really hate you,” she wiggled away under his grip and he drew her back in, leaning his chin on the top of her head.
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