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What Dreams May Come (NC-17)
Disclaimers: If you recognize it, I don�t own it in any way,
shape or form. Marvel, WB and other
entities own or have rights to the X Men characters in all their incarnations and
companies with lawyers and more money than God own other things I may mention
as well. And further, this story
contains sexual situations. If that
bothers you or is illegal for you due to age or whatnot, bugger off please
thank you. Go find a nice, low-rated
fic that won�t get you grounded for six months and lyou you phone privileges or
whatever it is parents are using to punish their kids nowadays.

A/N Foxfeather so rocks for betaing. She�s still the QueenMad Mad Plotbunnies,
the BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE �, Prophetic Muse and Hamster Witch. J FYI-this story is Kurtty but it is
not in the Forever series of fics. It�s
more along the lines of PWP and something to clear out my mental clutter
between chapters of the current story. This
ain�t gonna win no Pulitzer, lol� The
title comes from a line in Hamlet which was also used as the title for a
movie with Robin Williams.

Monday Night

It was the
museum that did him in, now that he gave it serious thought. As part of his continuing quest to further
the art appreciation of the denizens of the Institute, Professor Xavier had
arranged for a field trip to the art museum in the City and that, Kurt decided,
was the cause of his insomnia. �They�re not going to come alive and jump on
you or anything!�
�They�re
all�� she looked around furtively before saying, �naked!�
Kurt
blinked to keep from laughing. �Katzchen,
they�re statues!�
�Naked
statues!� she corrected, her cheeks turning a deep shade of pink. �Kurt, I can�t go in there!�
�Why not?�
he shrugged. �They�re artwork��
�Still!� She pulled against him as he took her by the
wrist and tugged her inexorably towards the first of many works in marble. �Ohmygod! You can see his�his��
�Feet? Hands?
Ears?� he suggested rapidly with an innocence that would do an angel
proud. �What�s so wrong with those?�
�Kurt, you
can see his�Oh! You�re teasing me! Stop
it!� She stamped her foot in frustration and freed her hand, covering her eyes
like a child.
Kurt
laughed and pulled her hands away from her eyes. �There�s nothing wrong with nudity in it�s place, Liebes. Look at this for what it is�an expression of
joy and love for the human form.�
�It�s
obscene.�
�Are you
sure you�re not Puritain?�
�Kurt,� she
sighed, �naked people bother me. Leave
it at that.�
�Nein,
Katzchen. These aren�t people. It�s art.
And how can you shower and change clothes if nudity bothers you?�
�My
nudity is just fine, thank you. It�s
seeing other people naked that makes me all twitchy!�
Kurt knew
with great certainty and some relief then that Kitty was, without a doubt, a
virgin. He was embarrassed that this
knowledge came as a reliefhim him but he could not help the thoughts he had of
Lance and Kitty together while the two had been dating and the horrible,
irrational jealousy that came with each obscene scenario. �Okay, Katzchen,� he said diplomatically, �you
can leave the gallery and wait for the rest of us in the gift shop if you do
one thing for me.�
�Anything!�
she promised, so embarrassed by the statue of the nude Greek god beside her
that she squeezed her eyes shut.
Kurt could
feel her palms growing clammy as he held her in place by virtue of his grip on
her hands. �If you can not honestly see
the beauty in one of these statues, if it looks like just another naked person
to you, you can leave.�
�Huh?�
�Let me see�� He craned his neck, trying to see where the
others from the Institute were. He
could see Bobby and Jamie teasing Rahne about one of the Aphrodite figures and
Jean was peering closely at fragments of a marble head. The others he could hear echoing off the
massive stone walls of the gallery. Good. No one to interrupt� �This one here!� he declared, dragging Kitty
towards a white marble piece, shot through with the tiny chips of mica
glittering in the translucent veins within the stone. It was the figure of a long-dead woman, her committal in stone a
high honor in ancient Greece. The
statue was nearly in tact save for a few chips missing around the feet and one
hand. �Look, Katzchen.�
�Kurt!� she
whined, squirming uncomfortably.
�Nein,� he
said gently, place one hand on the back of her head and turning her to face the
larger-than-life figure. �Look at how
the artist has formed this woman out of stone, how much he must of loved her to
carve this��
�Loved her?�
she asked dubiously. �I thought most of
these artists didn�t really even know their subjects!�
�He loved
her nonetheless,� Kurt insisted. �The
curve of her neck to the shoulder, the way her hands are turned, her hips�He
cared and loved her enough to commit her to stone, no matter how little he knew
her. He loved the idea of her.�
�Well, I
guess her face is nice enough��
Kurt
clicked his tongue, chiding her. �Don�t
look at her appearance, Liebes. Look at
her, look at what she is.�
�She�s
still naked,� Kitty said flatly, but she did not try to move.
Kurt was
acutely aware of her proximity, how close he was to the girl he had longed for,
lusted after and loved since the first time he saw her. She was warm, he noticed, her heat radiating
off her body and tingeing him with warmth.
As she tilted her head to look up at the statue, he surreptitiously sniffed
her hair, drawing in the scent of sandalwood and vanilla and her. Stop it, Wagner, he ordered
himself. She�s going to run off
screaming into the gift shop if she catches you sniffing her! �Notice,� he finally said when the silence
had stretched for too long, �how you cannot see even one chisel mark on the
surface of the marble, how smooth her flesh seems despite the fact she was
wrought from stone.�
�You�re
really into this art thing, huh?�
�I can
appreciate beauty, ja,� he grinned.
Kitty shook
her head ruefully, her ponytail brushing his hand and making him want to twine
his fingers in it. �I don�t know.�
�What kind
of art do you like, Liebes?�
She raised
one eyebrow at the endearment but did not avert her gaze from the statue. �I like that Reubens guy. And the whole Renaissance painting thing.�
�Really? I had you pegged for a Van Gogh fan.�
�Why?�
�You
first. Why the Renaissance?� With a great dint of will, he took his hand
from her head and edged to stand beside her, looking at her out of the corner
of his eye while appearing to gaze at the statue.
Kitty
blushed again, the second time in less than fifteen minutes. �I dunno�Because the women are so�real. They�ve got these curves and plain faces and
are still so beautiful. God, does that
make me sound weird?�
�Nein,� he
said, shaking his head vehemently. �Not weird.�
�Kurt,
Kitty!� Storm�s strident tones echoed
nearly perfectly in the gallery. �We�re
going on to the next room. Come along!�
As they hurried
to catch up, Kurt asked, �Those women tend to be naked in the Renaissance
paintings�why don�t those bother you?�
�They aren�t
3-D,� she replied, pulled away from him by Jubilee to giggle over Remy.
Kurt sighed
and followed slowly, wishing they had been given just a few more minutes in
relative solitude.

�Kurt,� she
whispered softly, leaning so that her breath tickled his ear. �Kurt, wake up. It�s just me.�
�You�re
never just,� he protested, his voice thick with sleep and hours of disuse.
�You can�t
not flirt, can you?� she teased, the bed dipping beneath her weight.
�Kitty,
what�re you doing?� he asked, coming awake more fully as he felt her lay
full-length against him.
�I couldn�t
sleep. I was thinking of today, at the
museum��
�What about
it?� he asked nervously.
Her fingers
came up to play with the buttons on his pajama top, unfastening the topmost one
almost absently. �You were so into the
statue and all that�I was just wondering what you�d say if you ever saw me like
that.�
�Um��
�I�ve been
doing some thinking lately and, well,� she paused, suddenly shy. She scooted away from him on the bed and
rose to her knees, pulling her nightshirt off in the process. �I think I wouldn�t mind so very much if you
looked at me like that��
�Katzchen!� Kurt could not help it. He had wanted her for so long, needed her so
much that her flesh was too much of a temptation. He tried to think noble thoughts, to remind himself that, just
because he loved her and would gladly die for her should the situation call for
it, that did not mean that he had to do this.
His attempt at logic lost out to more primal instincts as Kitty leaned
over him again, her breasts enticingly within reach. Even as he reached to touch them, her skin impossibly soft
beneath his work-worn palms, he made a token protest.
�Kurt, you
don�t understand�I want you. Now. I want you to look at me like you did that
statue, I want to feel that way��
�It was
just a statue!�
�Kurt, I
want you. I need you. Desperately.� She kissed him then, her tongue darting into
his mouth with a tentative stroke. Her soft
moan was met by a deeper one from low in his throat as he gave into the
longing and kissed her back, drinking in her scent and the feel of her like it
was the one thing that would keep him alive.
Kurt reveled in the feel of her against him, soft curves and planes, tender
flesh hot with need as she moved against him.
The tiny mewling noises she was making as he moved from kissing her lips
to kissing and nipping her throat were driving him to distraction, making him
arch against her as she lay atop him.
In a swift movement that surprised even him, he rolled them over so that
he was on top, cradled between her willing thighs, her face flushed and breath
short as she looked up at him through passion-hazed eyes. �I love you,� she gasped. �I have for so long��
�Shhh,� he
managed. �Not now�� Part of his mind protested her affection,
swearing that it was false and a ruse, demanding him to stop or regret this on
her behalf later. That part of his mind
was quickly and efficiently silenced by Kitty herself when she arched her hips
against him, her bare flesh warm and sweat-dappled, a palpable heat through his
pajamas. His fingers could barely
function properly as he fumbled with his clothes, Kitty giggling beneath him as
she wriggled distractingly. �Katzchen!�
he breathed, exasperated.
�Let me,�
she murmured throatily. In short order,
his clothes were off and on the floor somewhere out of sight and Kitty had her
legs wrapped around his waist, begging wordlessly to have him inside her. As much as he wanted things to go on
forever, he could not resist sinking into her fully, slowly, pressing against
her virginity and wincing with her as it broke, her hiss of pain transmuted
into a moan of pleasure as he moved within her. He could hardly breathe for how good it felt to be inside Kitty,
her warmth grasping at him, her fingers and lips and tongue and voice enticing
him, making him nearly frantic to give her pleasure and receive it
himself. Her cries of delight rang in
his ears as she contracted around him, moaning his name like a litany and clasping
him to her, her hips rocking in time with his thrusts as he reached the end of
his resistance. His release was startlingly
sudden and, Kurt thought desperately, cold.
Oddly cold�
�Scheisse!�
he hissed to the ceiling. He had fallen
asleep for scarcely an hour and already had an �accident.� His sheets were a sticky mess and his
pajamas� He sighed inwardly again. �Laundry
room, here I come�ew. Wrong word��

�Damn it!�
Kitty screamed, running headlong into Kurt coming out of the laundry room.
�Katzchen!�
he gasped, clutching at his chest. �What�re
you doing up?�
�I could
ask you the same thing!�
�Laundry!�
�At
midnight?�
�Why are we
yelling?�
1'> �Because you
scared the shit out of me!� She thumped him on the shoulder once for good
measure. �Why are you doing laundry?�
she asked in a calmer tone.
Kurt could
hardly look at her. �Um�had to. Night!�
He ported away so suddenly that Kitty yelped.
�Weird,�
she said to the empty hall, her own bundle of laundry bulky in her arms. Well, I guess I�d better do this before
anyone notices�

A/N Next chapter, Kitty�s dreams�*g*
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