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Chicks Dig the Fuzzy Dude	By : DrunkenScotsman Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Het - Male/Female Views: 27547 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
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Chapter 7: The Food of Love
- Angst
Over the past few months, life had changed irrevocably – not just for one Kurt Wagner, not just for the mutants of Bayville, but for the whole world. Magneto’s dramatic revelation of the existence of mutants had led to a massive governmental hunt, specifically for the X-Men, who’d all been caught on camera and identified. During this crisis, they’d discovered that Mystique had kidnapped and impersonated the Professor, leaving the team functionally leaderless. She also used the opportunity to destroy the Institute, leaving them homeless while the military hunted them. The X-Men managed to evade their pursuers long enough to prove themselves – if not exactly “harmless,” at least “not dangerous to the U.S. government or its citizens” – by restraining themselves in self-defense, though they ultimately needed a bout with the Juggernaut to prevent his destroying a dam to forestall further official opprobrium.
Earning back the trust of the people they had lived among, however, appeared a much longer-term project. Bullying increased for students from the Institute, although only sporadically; more painfully, the icy stares and cold shoulders surrounded them at every turn. Most of their non-mutant “friends” avoided them, although Amanda had refused to abandon Kurt, even at the cost of some of her friendships. At least, by this point, they’d rescued the Professor, restoring his calming presence and guidance.
Just as things began to settle, disaster of a more personal sort struck Kurt: Amanda invited Kurt over for dinner with her parents to introduce him to them as her boyfriend. Besides the basic terror any young man might feel at such a prospect, the many secrets he and Amanda had kept from Mr. and Mrs. Sefton compounded his anxiety. Of all nights, moreover, Toad chose that one to enact his harebrained scheme to impress the Scarlet Witch: stealing Kurt’s holographic-disguise watch. The ensuing scuffle not only revealed the German mutant’s true nature as a blue, demonic-looking mutant; it also utterly trashed the Seftons’ house – thousands of dollars of property damage which Professor Xavier, fresh from rebuilding the Mansion, couldn’t have been happy to defray.
Naturally, the Seftons had subsequently forbidden Amanda from continuing her romance with the young mutant. As long as he would live, though, Kurt would never forget the fire in his girlfriend’s eyes when she vowed to defy her parents for their relationship, a fire matched only by the passion with which she kissed him afterward. Once life had begun to return to a vague sense of normalcy, they made plans to meet up in a few weeks during a concert by the Descanso Rivets, a local band getting a lot of radio play and thus on the verge of breaking out.
On the night of the concert, Kurt separated himself from the others who’d come – Scott, Jean, Evan, Kitty, Jamie, and Amara – as soon as they arrived. The young mutant threaded his way back through the parking lot, his head swiveling as he sought his girlfriend’s distinctive blue car. He finally spotted it in one of the far corners of the lot, in a dark spot between street lamps. Amanda leaned against the trunk, phone in hand, thumbs tapping the screen.
During his approach, Kurt admired his date’s outfit: black tee with scooping neckline, silver necklace, silver bangles on the right wrist, short faded-denim skirt that didn’t reach her knees, and a pair of blue-and-purple-strapped flats. A broad grin spread over his face at the sight of her, but it faded when Amanda looked up and gave him only a wan smile. “Something wrong, Liebchen?” asked the young man, his stomach knotting with dread.
“Just tired and stressed,” answered Amanda. Holding up her phone, she continued: “I was just telling my friends – you know Monica and Denise, right? – I’d meet them inside.” With her free hand she curled her fingers into air-quotes and added, “When I find a parking space.”
Kurt chuckled and wrapped an arm around his girlfriend’s shoulder, at which gesture she rested her head against him. “I’m just not used to keeping this many secrets from this many people,” she sighed. “I hate living a lie, but I want to keep seeing you. Every minute we get is precious.”
Leaning over, Kurt kissed the crown of Amanda’s head through her hair to comfort her; but that last sentence, or the resigned way she’d spoken it, bothered him. “Liebchen, zere’s something else, something you’re not telling me,” he coaxed her.
Amanda nodded. “I don’t want to talk about it just yet, though. Sorry, Kurt,” she apologized, “but it needs to wait.”
“For vhat?” wondered the now-bewildered young man.
“For you to make love to me again,” answered the young woman. She nuzzled his shoulder and ran a hand along his thigh from the knee upwards. “It’s been months.”
“I’ve been busy, Liebchen,” he joked before teleporting them into the back seat of Amanda’s car. More sincerely, he added, “I really am sorry about… all of it. Magneto chose maybe ze vorst possible vay to reveal mutants to ze vorld.” He sighed. “I vish things had turned out differently ze night I met your parents, too.”
“Me too,” Amanda agreed, now peppering Kurt’s face with kisses. “When we started dating I knew weird stuff could happen that might interfere with ‘us,’ but…” She sighed and, rather than finish the thought, pulled her boyfriend in for a lengthy, passionate kiss.
The young mutant responded in kind, months of pent-up passion pouring out of him in one kiss, and he could tell his girlfriend had determined to give just as good as she got. The teens’ tongues wrestled in the ring of their mouths, and soon their hands began to explore. Amanda’s skin felt gloriously warm against Kurt’s palms, and he loved the way her fingers ruffled his fur when she stroked his arms and neck.
Continuing to kiss his girlfriend, Kurt slipped his hands beneath Amanda’s shirt and peeled it upward, revealing a strapless black bra. After some fumbling, the undergarment fell away, exposing Amanda’s pert bosom to his attentions. She moaned into the kiss and responded in kind, raking her hands along his chest. Dimly Kurt realized he’d neglected to pay his girlfriend’s bosom much attention during their last rendezvous, though Amanda herself hadn’t needed or wanted much foreplay that afternoon – an afternoon which now, only a few months later, felt like another lifetime. Nevertheless, the young man resolved to enjoy the young woman more thoroughly this time.
Kurt squeezed gently, triggering another muted moan from his partner. When he thumbed the pebbly texture of the nipples, Amanda began nibbling his lip. Pinching and tugging and rolling the stiffened tips yielded the most enthusiastic response: the young woman ended the kiss, threw her head back, and keened Kurt’s name.
One of Amanda’s hands dipped downward to cup Kurt’s crotch. The other soon followed, where they began unfastening his shorts and caressing his erection through his boxers. Desire burned in Amanda’s fathomless eyes and bit-lip smile.
Returning the smile, the aroused young man relocated his hands from his girlfriend’s bosom to her thighs, where they began creeping up her skirt. Amanda’s amorous moan spurred Kurt to lift the garment little by little, baring her smooth legs and, eventually, the black thong that barely covered her most intimate area. Grazing the area with his fingertips elicited another moan.
Over the next few minutes, the young couple continued kissing and caressing through each other’s underwear. Once they both reached their fill of teasing, they shifted positions – Amanda to let Kurt peel off her panties and Kurt to let Amanda tug his shorts and underwear down enough for his eager erection to spring free. Kurt drew yet another lustful moan from his girlfriend by gliding his finger along her hot, slick sex, while his member twitched in Amanda’s inquisitive grasp.
“I’m ready, Kurt. Don’t make me wait any longer,” she pleaded. Fixing her boyfriend with a smoldering gaze, she shifted until she was lying on her back on her faux-leather seat, legs parted invitingly. In the parking-lot light streaming through the car windows, her nethers glistened with her arousal.
“A moment, Liebchen, vhile I put on ze condom,” answered Kurt, who fished his wallet from his back pocket and extracted a foil package, a process rendered more difficult in the cramped quarters of Amanda’s backseat. Once he’d ensheathed his member in the latex prophylactic, the young couple sought a practical position to come together. After several abortive attempts, Kurt found a position that worked for both of them: one of Amanda’s legs wrapped around his waist, the other in the floor on his side, and him on his knees as he guided himself inside.
Amanda moaned at Kurt’s first tentative thrusts. She rolled her hips to ease his passage, emitting a squeal of delight. Her head lolled back as she keened entreaties to the heavens.
Kurt allowed himself, a tight, satisfied grin at the transformation of his shy, sweet, quiet girlfriend into loud and enthusiastic sex dynamo. Each ecstatic shriek spurred him on, faster and harder, which in turn elicited more of those intoxicating utterances. Although the young man typically hated how condoms – even a thin one like this – dulled the sensation of coupling, this time he silently thanked the prophylactic for preventing his too-soon release. Nonetheless, he felt his climax building apace.
Amanda’s cries crescendoed. Her hips bucked beneath her boyfriend to meet his increasingly-erratic thrusts, and her screamed mantra of his name dissolved into incoherence. One long, loud squeal of delight heralded her release, though it left her gasping for breath afterward.
Nearing climax himself, Kurt considered pausing to let his girlfriend catch her breath in preparation for further lovemaking. Months of deprivation – not only from Amanda’s affections, but also from any opportunity for self-satisfaction, since the Mansion’s destruction and reconstruction forced everyone to share rooms in the emergency bunker – removed the decision from the young man’s conscious control, however. The urge to ejaculate seemed to grip his loins and drove his pistoning hips into one final, frenzied burst. A short, surprised shout of relief erupted from his lips as the tension poured out of his loins.
The young couple held each other for several long moments while recovering from their respective orgasms. Kurt peppered Amanda’s neck and shoulder with soft kisses, and his tail stroked her thigh. Meanwhile, she kneaded the back of his head, her fingers stroking his scalp.
A sniffle and a sob from the young woman alterted Kurt that something had gone amiss. The young man sat up, concern etched into his elfin features. “Liebchen… are you alright? Did I hurt you?”
Wiping at her tear-tracked face, Amanda shook her head. “No way, Kurt. You were just as amazing as before,” she assuaged him. She favored her boyfriend with a watery smile. “It’s just… that thing we need to talk about. I really, really don’t want to; but the longer I put it off, the harder it’ll be.”
Brows knitting together, Kurt nodded and carefully withdrew from his girlfriend. “Ve should probably fix our clothes first,” he suggested, “and I’ll dispose of zis.” He gestured to the condom he held pinned to his wilting manhood.
The two teens needed a few moments to disentangle themselves from one another and return their clothes to a presentable state. To save time, Kurt teleported to the nearest trash can to dispose of the tied-off condom and returned in like fashion. Upon his return, Amanda had a tissue in hand and the most forlorn expression Kurt had ever seen.
Kurt clasped his girlfriend’s hand. “Vhat’s wrong, Liebchen?”
Amanda’s lips pursed. “Kurt,” she replied in a broken voice, “you know I want to keep seeing you, right?”
Perplexed, Kurt nodded. “Jawhol. Zat’s vhy ve’re here tonight.”
Amanda swallowed. “After tonight, though… we won’t be able to anymore.” Fresh tears trickled from her eyes.
Kurt’s mind reeled, as if he’d taken a punch from the Juggernaut. “Vhat?! Vhy not?”
With a noise somewhere between sigh and sob, the young woman answered: “After that night you came over to meet Mom and Dad, and they forbade me from seeing you, they…” She shook her head in frustration. “They must’ve wanted to make sure, so they made plans to… to move away.”
Kurt’s tail lashed, and his heart hammered in his ears. “Vhere?” he asked, nursing a wild, desperate hope that it would prove close enough for them to find a way to continue their relationship.
Amanda’s answer snuffed out even that dim hope: “Vancouver, British Columbia, on the west coast of Canada. Canada!” She sniffled. “Apparently, Dad has dual citizenship, and his company needed someone with his skills at that branch.”
The young man’s shoulders slumped. “I can’t believe zis,” he murmured in shock. “You’re leaving, just like zat… because your parents hate me.”
“If I had any choice, Kurt, I swear to you, I’d stay,” protested Amanda, audibly holding back sobs.
Kurt didn’t respond for a long moment. His vision grew blurry as tears of his own welled up in his eyes. “Vhen… vhen do you leave?” he finally managed.
“Next Wednesday,” answered the distraught Amanda, who scooted closer to her boyfriend. “Mom and Dad wanted me to have a long weekend to get settled in, I guess.”
Kurt pulled his girlfriend into a fierce embrace, the sort that suggested he never wanted to let her go. Amanda immediately broke into full-body heaves as she bawled, her anguished wails muffled only when she buried her face into her boyfriend’s shoulder. For his part, Kurt wept too, less loudly but no less forcefully. Tomorrow, he knew, the fur on his face would feel bristly and matted from absorbing the tears but not the salt in them.
Amanda clung to Kurt as a drowning swimmer might cling to a flotation ring. “It’s not fair!” she cried. “I don’t want to go! I don’t want to leave you, Kurt!”
“I don’t vant you to leave, either, Liebchen,” Kurt soothed, stroking Amanda’s hair, “but I don’t see vhat ve can do about it.”
The young woman’s whole body shook with further sobs, and Kurt could do nothing but cry with her. After all the other crap I’ve gone through lately, he mused bitterly, the only thing making me happy will be taken from me too? Wracked with such grief, Kurt couldn’t even decide where to direct his anger – Amanda’s parents for separating them; Toad, for ruining his life; or himself, for having once again gotten up his hopes to be happy.
Neither teen knew how long they sat like that, holding one another and mourning the imminent dissolution of their young – but no less intense for that youth – romance. The chime of Amanda’s phone ultimately broke into their private world. Dimly they could also hear the roar of the crowd’s enthusiasm inside the concert venue.
Amanda extricated herself from Kurt’s arms, tears spend and eyes red. She checked her phone for the messages received. “Monica wants to know what’s taking so long. The opening act’s just about over,” she explained after reading. “I’ll reply that I just found a space and I’ll see them soon.”
With a deep breath, Kurt nodded. “I guess ve can’t stay out here all night, can ve?”
Amanda squeezed her boyfriend’s hand. “Right – we should probably try to have the best time possible, since this is… it… for us.”
Kurt squeezed her hand back. “Ve’ll stay in touch, ja?”
Amanda gave him a brave nod. “No matter what, Kurt, you’ll always have a special place in my heart,” she promised, intensity burning in her deep, dark eyes.
“You too, Liebchen,” replied Kurt, giving her a long, sweet kiss.
With everything said that needed saying, Kurt escorted Amanda, his first real girlfriend, inside to the Descanso Rivets concert, their last date.

XXXXX

Because the universe hated Kurt Wagner, not even something so benign as a rock concert could pass without incident. During the Rivets’ first set, Sabretooth and the Juggernaut mysteriously appeared to trash the stage. In the ensuing chaos, Kurt managed to shepherd Amanda out to her car.
“I’m so, so sorry zis happened tonight, Amanda,” Kurt apologized.
Amanda pressed close and shushed him tenderly. “Kurt… it’s okay,” she answered with a resigned smile and equally-resigned sigh. She reached up to stroke his cheek.
Kurt nuzzled his girlfriend’s hand, wishing for the hundredth time things had turned out differently. “I don’t even have time for a proper good-night. I have to get back to ze Mansion vit ze others.”
Amanda rose on her tiptoes to place a sweet, simple kiss on his lips, one which she held for as long as she probably thought she could. “Go be the hero I know you are,” she encouraged him once she pulled away, dark eyes glassy with unshed tears.
Watery-eyed himself, Kurt nodded and teleported away.

XXXXX

In the ensuing weeks, Kurt thought about that night often. The sudden threat had arisen from Mystique’s manipulations driving Rogue into a fugue wherein the goth girl could call upon and combine all the powers she’d ever absorbed. The intense experience had left her weak, so she’d sequestered herself in the infirmary to recover. Although she’d snapped at him during his visit, Kurt decided he couldn’t feel too upset at his friend.
One afternoon in his room, Kurt was sitting at his desk, chin on the back of his knuckles, staring at a picture of him and Amanda at the dance, his heart aching fiercely. Even in the photograph her dark eyes glowed with affection for him. A knock startled him from his reverie of happier days, but he didn’t speak.
“Mail call, dude,” called Scott’s voice from the other side of the door. “I… think you’ll want this. It’s from Amanda.”
Kurt opened the door for his friend, who offered a wan smile along with the larger-than-average mustard-yellow envelope. The German teen nodded in thanks and shut the door wordlessly. Before opening the package, he copied down Amanda’s new address so he could write her – her old cell number had gone inactive after she’d left.
Amanda’s package consisted of a few sheets of folded paper bearing her handwriting and a plastic case with a CD inside. Curious, Kurt read the letter:
Dearest Kurt,
I hope my letter finds you well, and all your friends too. I’m sorry I didn’t write sooner, but it’s honestly taken this long to adjust to all the subtle differences of living in Canada, not mention shifting three time zones. I’m doing as well as can be expected, under the circumstances.
I miss you so much, Kurt. I never thought my heart could ache the way it has. Part of me (selfishly) hopes you feel the same way, but the rest wouldn’t wish this pain on anyone – not even, say, Toad, even though he ruined your visit; nor even Magneto, who ultimately caused us to be pulled apart like this.
It’s so unfair, isn’t it? It feels like everything we had, and might’ve had, was stolen away before it could truly flourish. I still want us to keep in touch, of course, but it just won’t be the same, will it?
Here Kurt paused to wipe at the tears threatening to drip onto the page. Until reading that line, he’d managed to keep himself together and functioning – if robotically, merely enacting the motions of daily life. Amanda had always possessed a keen insight into him, though, like when she encouraged him to stand with the others after they’d been “outed” as mutants. Once his vision cleared of tears, he continued reading:
That’s a roundabout way of saying we both should probably try to move on, no matter how much it might hurt. In a few years, after I’ve moved out, who knows? Maybe we can reconnect. Until then, though, I want to give you a chance to find someone else who can make you as happy as I would’ve tried to. That’s how much I care for you.
Kurt’s eyes widened as he read that last part and noticed the patch of white-out beneath the word “care,” suggesting Amanda had started to write something else but changed her mind. He peered closer, trying to divine what his lost girlfriend might’ve written, but to no avail. Without confirmation, his mind kept coming back to “love,” a conclusion which threatened to summon a fresh round of tears.
I wanted to say this to you before we left, but the timing never felt quite right. Maybe, in the end, it’s better this way, to write you an old-school letter to go with the old-school mix CD I’ve enclosed (with playlist!). I picked songs that made me think of you, or of us, or ones I hope will remind you of me and the special times we shared, times I’ll cherish forever.
With deepest affection,
Amanda
Upon finishing reading Amanda’s letter, Kurt withdrew the playlist and CD from the envelope. He popped the disk into the drive of his laptop and let it play. Thanks to his erstwhile girlfriend’s eclectic musical tastes, he’d never heard most of the songs before.
Kurt chuckled at the first entry: Boston’s “Amanda,” which she’d playfully annotated with “I couldn’t help myself.” Likewise, “No One Like You” by Scorpions – a German rock band, no less – made the young man laugh. Led Zeppelin’s “Whole Lotta Love” seemed to fall into the “reminded Amanda of him” category.
Amanda’s feelings, as conveyed through her song choices, shifted toward the melancholy with the next three songs – Blink 182’s “I Miss You,” Goo Goo Dolls’ “Slide,” and Foo Fighters’ “Everlong.” A fond smile tugged at Kurt’s lips as he relished the roil of bitter and sweet within. “Sunshine of Your Love” by Cream and “Can’t Stop Loving You” by Van Halen closed out that section on a somewhat more optimistic note. Kurt inwardly applauded Amanda’s choice of a “Van Hagar” song, since the majority of American rock fans, according to what Kurt had read and overheard, preferred the vocal stylings of “Diamond Dave” in Van Halen’s earlier work.
“Semi-Charmed Life” by Third Eye Blind led the transition into the final section, though Kurt found himself unable to follow the fast-paced lyrics at points. Shinedown’s “Second Chance” resonated with the sentiments of her letter. Seeing the last track upcoming, Kurt braced himself for the piece de resistance.
Nonetheless, David Bowie’s anguished vocals in “Heroes” wrecked the young man utterly, not least because Amanda had never made any secret about how proud she felt of his X-Men activities. Hot tears streamed from Kurt’s eyes, and he slumped forward onto his desk, face buried in the crook of his elbow. The line “Nothing can keep us together” echoed in Kurt’s mind long after he stopped the CD.
Despite his usual tendencies to have a bottomless pit for a stomach, Kurt couldn’t find the appetite to go to dinner that night.
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A/N: This chapter ended up having a rather unique structure. Due to the time skip after the last chapter, I needed to summarize the events of nearly half a dozen episodes of X-Men: Evolution as economically as possible, a feat which I had to repeat with the mid-chapter time-skip (though, in that case, only for the episode "Self-Possessed," during which this story is set). Hopefully it worked for you readers.
This chapter also became my answer to "What happened to Amanda?" The character's last speaking role happens in "The Toad, The Witch, and The Wardrobe"; and she just... disappears... after "Self-Possessed," likely due to the show itself shifting focus towards the superhero aspects and away from the high-school-drama aspects. Given that Amanda's parents forbade her to see Kurt anymore (at the end of "Toad, Witch, Wardrobe"), and then she did so anyway ("Self-Possessed"), it seemed likely that they left town entirely to protect their daughter (not just from Kurt, I think, but the general mutant-related danger, of which Bayville was clearly the epicenter).
I gladly welcome feedback in the form of reviews and PMs on the forums.
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