3434FIC: Just Between Friends, 1/2, R/NC17, Kurt/Kitty
- Sep 4, 2001DISCLAIMERS POSTED IN PART 0
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"Just Between Friends"
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"You _are_ probably my best friend, Fuzzy, you know that?"
"There was any _doubt_?"
Kitty and Kurt, EXCALIBUR #83, by Warren Ellis
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"Come in!" came the response to the knock.
Kitty stuck her head in, not bothering to open the door first. "Is Peter
"No, theyve already gone." Peter and a few of the other oldest students
had been taken off to some undisclosed location for a few days for
generalized "survival training" and random assorted outdoorsy torment, to
be inflicted by Logan. Kurt, having managed to postpone his own woods
indoctrination, had the room to himself for the weekend.
"Kurt? Could I ask you something?"
"Of course, Katzchen."
"Has Peter said anything about me lately? Different, I mean?"
Its sometimes difficult to read the expression on an upside-down face,
but Kitty didnt have to, because Kurt dropped to the floor at her
question. For him to leave his preferred perch (hanging by tail or toes
from the modified jungle gym affixed to the ceiling), he must have been
concerned. "Are the two of you having a problem?"
"Im not sure." Realizing that if they were going to get into an actual
conversation she might as well come in, Kitty walked the rest of the way
through the door still without opening it. "We havent been talking as
much lately. Thats the problem."
"Have you asked him about it?"
"No, I Im half afraid hell *tell* me... Or maybe there isnt a
problem, and Im just getting sensitive. Or maybe hes just getting bored
"Not that, Katzchen never that." The eyes may have been an eerie shade
of yellow but they were warm and sympathetic.
"Its sweet of you to say that, but things change. People grow apart,
stop wanting to be together as much or at all..."
"You worry too much. Peter is worried about joining the team. He wants to
prove he can do it, wants to pay back the Professor for all hes done. He
has a great deal on his mind."
"And Im not as important."
"I didnt say "
"Im still one of the *kids*, one of the *students*, and hes going on to
be an X-Man. Im too young for him," she finished miserably, seating
herself on the nearest bed.
Kurt sat down next to her. "Your age has nothing to do with it. Hes just
busy. Do *you* have a great deal of time to spend with your friends
"Age has *everything* to do with it! When I take my finals, my friends
are all doing them too. We study together, and we know well be in
classes together next term. Peter is getting done with being a student
here hes moving up and Im stuck here."
"Ah. And you dont think hell want to spend time with his old friends
or with you?"
Kitty shrugged, writhing in misery. "Why should he? Hes moving on to be
with the grown-ups, and the rest of us are still kids."
Kurt rested a hand on her shoulder. "Joining the team is a big step, and
I wont say it isnt. But he will still be the same Peter. Why should he
stop caring for the people who meant so much to him before?" He rubbed
her arm soothingly.
"Maybe because he finally started noticing how much younger I am?"
Kittys eyes had gone suspiciously bright.
"Four years is not that great a difference."
"Its big enough." Her eyes had gone from bright to definitely tearful.
"Hes gonna start going around with the other adults, and taking college
classes, and maybe even starting *teaching* here," a few tears had
begun to escape "and Im *stuck* here, for another year at least."
"You said it yourself, Katzchen only another year and then you
graduate. You may not join the team just then, but youll be in college,
too." Kurt gently brushed a tear off her cheek with his thumb. "Hell
wait for you."
He realized his mistake as soon as the tears went from a slow trickle to
full blast. "But what if he *wont*?!" was the cry before Kurt found
himself with an armful of sobbing seventeen-year-old. "Hes going to be
surrounded by all those college girls "
" and hes so neat, such a great guy "
"Katzchen, dont "
" and strong and handsome "
" and artistic and sensitive "
" and foreign and exotic "
"Dont *worry* "
" theyll be all over him and I cant compete with girls like that!"
The litany thankfully wobbled to a halt, though the sobbing continued
unabated. If anything, it grew worse, freed from the constraints of
allowing enough air intake for semi-coherent speech. Kurt rubbed Kittys
back soothingly, while fumbling for something to say. By the time the
damp patches she was making on his shirt had soaked through to his fur
and the skin beneath, he had found a new tactic.
"Katzchen, of *course* you can compete. Youre intelligent and kind and
bright and funny and those dont get any more common with age, even in
"But not beautiful?"
"You said all the personality stuff but not that Im even pretty let
alone beautiful. Whenever someone says a girls got a great personality,
they mean shes not much to look at."
Kurt sighted. "Katzchen, Katzchen, youre pretty. Beautiful. Nice to look
"Youre just just saying that because I brought it up. To make me feel
Kurt pulled away slightly to look her in the eyes. "Did you really expect
*me* to judge a person on *how they look* FIRST?!" There was an ironic
light in the flame-yellow eyes.
Kitty blushed and lowered her gaze. "Sorry." She absently wondered when
the change had occurred when she herself had stopped noticing the odd
shape and coloration first thing whenever she looked at him, and had
started just seeing *Kurt*. Maybe it had been that Saturday he and she
and Marie and Peter and Jubes had sat around watching the entire _Star
Wars_ trilogy back-to-back-to-back while playing some drinking game that
Bobby had found online, going through an entire twelve-pack of Jolt cola.
Maybe it was the afternoon that the oldest students had challenged the
teachers to a baseball game, where Kurt had displayed unsuspected talent
at pitching and actually managed to strike both Logan and Scott out.
Maybe it had even been the night the pair of them managed to accidentally
scare each other silly Kurt hadnt been expecting Kitty to come
ghosting through the wall into the rec room any more than shed been
expecting to find someone hanging from the ceiling in a room that at
first glance appeared deserted.
"Its all right." He didnt laugh, but behind him she could see his
tailtip curling from side to side amusement, in Kurt-speak. It stilled,
as he became serious again. "Katzchen, if Peters too blind to see what
he has in you, then youre much better off without him. Because any man
with the sense to see you as you really are would never want to let you
"Really?" Her eyes had gone wide, soft and wondering.
"*Any* man?" The tear streaks added to her sheen of innocence, belying
some of the implications of her question, making what might have appeared
a coquettish gambit seem bare of all artifice.
And with those dark wondrous eyes meeting his and those soft lips still
parted with her question, there really seemed to be only one truly honest
answer to give.
And those lips really *were* as soft as they looked, and she did *not*
push him away (as he had feared and expected she would).
And the realization that this was highly inappropriate behavior to be
engaging in with a good friends girlfriend was very dim and distant,
taking far too long to reach his attention. It was frankly becoming very
difficult to think of anything beyond the girl in his arms...
On Kittys part, the initial startlement at the unexpected kiss rapidly
brought home the point that this was *not* her boyfriend. That this was
*not* Peter, who had grown rather distant and preoccupied in recent
weeks. That this *was* Kurt, who had been saying such tender things to
her and letting her cry on his shoulder mere minutes before, and who was
actually more than a little intriguing.
Because the topic *had* come up, oh yes, in the late nights when the
three roommates had some of their most interesting gossip sessions. Kitty
had herself expressed the idea that Kurt needed a girlfriend, at which
point Jubilee had been rather mockingly dismissive. "Good *luck* finding
one who doesnt mind the *fur* not to mention all that *blue*... Itd
be like fucking a Muppet!"
Rogue, however, had supported the idea. "I dont know all that fuzz
looks velvety to me, and hes really pretty good-looking once you learn
to ignore the blue."
"Hah, Rogue, maybe the fur would protect him from your skin! He might be
perfect for you..."
But Rogue didnt seem too keen on the idea, despite Kittys efforts to
get her to consider the matter fairly. Jubilee, unimpressed with Kurts
appeal, had applauded Rogues taste in rejecting him out of hand, despite
the fact that it had been her own idea that he might be Rogue-proof.
Of course, to be Rogue-proof hed have to be furry *everywhere*. And as
Kitty was learning first-hand, not only his lips but his palms as well
were bare of that super-short seal-like covering.
It was a startling realization indeed that unless matters were brought
to a halt she might be about to find out where else Fuzzy might be less
Was that what she wanted? It was an idea worthy of careful consideration.
*Did* she want to do this?
Except that to consider the matter properly, shed need to stop what they
were doing and pull away to let her head clear and right now she was
enjoying the lips against hers, the hands caressing her back, *far* too
much to want to stop.
So instead she wrapped her arms around him, pressing her hands against
his back. When he responded by pulling her even closer, she began sucking
on his lower lip. He made a soft, almost urgent sound in his throat, but
when she slid her tongue along his lower lip, he pulled away.
"Dont youll cut yourself," he murmured, face still so close to hers
that she could feel his breath against her lips.
So that answered *that* lingering question just how sharp *were* those
lengthy canines (oh, just say it, *fangs*)? The answer apparently being,
"Ill be careful," she whispered, before bringing her lips back to his
and running her tongue oh-so-cautiously along the inside of his lower lip
again, keeping well away from his eyeteeth. He allowed the caress once,
then began massaging her tonguetip with his not-so-incidentally keeping
her tongue away from his teeth, she was distantly amused to note.
It was a gesture typical of Kurt gentlemanly even when someone was
trying to stick her tongue down his throat. Kitty rubbed her hands down
his back fondly, before lifting the tail of his shirt and sliding her
Mmm Rogue had definitely called it right. Velvety soft but
hard-muscled beneath. This wasnt a body she was minding being pressed
against at all. She would mind it even less if the layers of clothing
separating them were removed.
But the hands sliding over his bare skin bare fur, rather had
reminded Kurt of the beckoning transgression. "Katzchen is this what
"Mm-hmm." Lips parted from his for the moment, she rubbed her cheek
against his jaw, delighting in the feel. Fuzz beat stubble any day, as
far as she was concerned.
"What what about Peter?" Which was an oblique fashion of referring to
the moral dilemma they found themselves in, but right now Kurt was having
difficulties in phrasing things any more specifically.
"This isnt *about* Peter. This is about *us*." Which was true as far as
it went, but which also glossed over the ethics of the situation.
But right now ethical considerations were taking a back seat to the
purely physical. Having established to his own satisfaction that Kitty
*was* willing, any questions beyond that were currently unwelcome
distractions at best.
Kurt allowed Kitty to lift his shirt, sliding it up and then removing it
entirely, before he slipped his hands beneath her own shirt. He was slow
in removing the garment, giving her time to object or to request a
slowdown, but when she happily pressed her bared skin against his chest
he wasted no time in removing her bra. He kissed her again, finding one
breast with a hand and discovering the nipple already erect when he
touched it. The one arm around her to hold her close, the other hand
cradling her breast, his thumb rubbing gently around and around her
nipple, he began kissing his way down along her throat.
Kitty rumpled his dark-dark-blue hair happily. When he reached her chest
he began alternating the light kisses with brushes of his cheek and jaw
against her skin. Kitty leaned back onto the bed, pulling him down with
her, as he started needing to bend down further than seemed comfortable.
Kurt rested his elbows to either side of her waist to support his weight
as he continued to work his way down to her breasts, leaving his legs
half-hanging off the edge of the bed next to hers.
The position brought something else to Kittys attention as she studied
her new lover his tail was curving in a slow repetitive undulation she
had never seen before, adding a new item to the vocabulary of
"tail-speak" that she (along with the rest of Kurts friends) had been
building in the year hed spent at the school. It was really pretty cute.
She refrained from giggling something shed learned that males for some
bizarre reason rarely appreciated in a sexual setting. Instead, she ran
her hands down his back again, from shoulders to hips, hooking her thumbs
into the beltloops of his jeans.
Kurt had reached her breasts and began covering them with an
unpredictably random assortment of kisses, cheek strokes and careful
licks. When Kitty grabbed him by the pants, he paused and looked up to
meet her eyes. Shifting his weight over to one elbow, he reached for her
zipper, glancing to her face again to check for approval. Satisfied by
what he saw, he returned his attention to her jeans, undoing button and
zipper. Kitty started to kick off her shoes, and found herself being
unexpectedly aided Kurts feet werent as dexterous as Hanks, but they
were more than equal to the task of gently pulling off her sneakers and
socks. Obstacles cleared, he began pulling her jeans down. She lifted her
hips to help get them past her rear, pulling her lower legs free as Kurt
slid them past her knees, then shifted position so that she was lying on
the bed properly instead of half-hanging-off.
Dropping her jeans on the floor, Kurt leaned down for another kiss. Kitty
returned it, sliding her hands down his sides and then around to his
lower belly, reaching the button on his jeans. Undoing it and his zipper
as well, she looked down.
Well. No need to ask if he was enjoying himself but what a pity that
the lime green they hadnt been able to break him of wearing extended to
his underwear selection. [Why not white? He looks *great* in white...]
Kitty refrained from complaining aloud, settling for giving his jeans a
careful tug downward. He was going to need to pull his tail out of that
little hole in the seat of his pants, after all, and she didnt want to
yank it or scrape it or whatever. [The things we mutants have to think
about...] Since hed seen fit to leave her in her panties for the moment,
she opted to leave him his briefs as well.
It seemed an appropriate time for the pair of them to pull the covers on
his bed down and get themselves underneath, before coming together for
another kiss. This one was the best yet, with fur rubbing sensually
against bare skin all along their lengths. Kitty wrapped a leg around
him, allowing her to press certain attention-demanding areas against that
hard swelling so unfortunately encased in icky lime green fabric. He made
another of those endearing little urgent noises, placing a hand on her
hip to pull her more firmly against him.
She almost *almost* yelped at the unexpected caress on her bare
thigh, before realizing that Kurt was winding his tail around her leg.
The soft touch reached around and around and around, spiralling down her
thigh and across her knee to her calf, rubbing lightly and
not-so-incidentally holding her leg in place to keep her hips pressed
against his. [Neat! Like a third hand only it can cover a *lot* more
She slid a hand between their bodies, sliding it down his belly [Mmm
nice! Washboard tummy under velvet...] to rub against the front of his
shorts. He moaned and relaxed his grip with hand and tail both then
reached down to return the favor.
Kitty pressed herself against his hand, a whimper escaping her as he
immediately found her clitoris, rubbing it firmly but slowly. When she
began to rock her hips into the motion, he slid his fingers in through
the leg of her panties and started exploring. This time he found her clit
with a thumb, sliding one finger into her vagina. Regrettably he was
short a few fingers but the ones he had were strong and solid, so that
the effect was about that of two normal fingers slipped in together. She
gripped his finger with her internal muscles. "Take them off," she
ordered or begged rather than suggested, not specifying whether she
meant her underwear or his own. (She meant both, of course.)
To emphasize her point, she slid her own hand down the front of his
briefs. Mmm, short fuzz on his belly, but turning into a longer covering
(not unlike the hair on his head) when she approached some of his more
interesting bits. One of the most interesting of said bits fairly leaped
into her hand.
Yep. Fuzzy was definitely nonfuzzy in some vital points of interest or
rather, no fuzzier than any other adult male human. Also uncircumcised,
she discovered with a bit of further exploration. He exhaled shakily as
she began rubbing the head of his penis with her thumb his fingers
disappointingly stilled in her panties before abruptly disengaging
himself and nudging her hand out of his briefs. Fairly leaping out of the
bed, he dived for the scattered clothes on the floor, while Kitty watched
in confusion. Picking up a pair of jeans dropping them picking up the
pair that turned out to be his, he pulled out his wallet oh. Right.
["Like fucking a Muppet" hah! Muppets dont carry condoms around with
Tossing some foil packets onto the pillow, Kurt was back under the covers
with her before his undies had time to hit the floor. They both reached
for her panties at the same time, losing them under the covers somewhere
after they were off and not particularly caring. Kitty beat him to
grabbing for a rubber, and he leaned over her for another kiss while she
was fiddling with the packet. [Yeah, yeah, Im handling the safe sex,
which Im sure you find deeply moving. Well, youve got your hands free
do something with them!]
Not being telepathic, Kurt couldnt be expected to follow the mental
instructions, but having her pause to take his hand and press it to her
vulva was the kind of nonvocal suggestion it was hard to miss the point
of. He began rubbing her clit again while she rolled the condom onto him,
and was even charming enough to *keep* rubbing after she had him sheathed
possibly waiting for some kind of signal from her before diving in.
Signals she could give. "Cmere," wrapping her arms and a leg around him
and pulling him against her. He was on her in a heartbeat and she had
guided him into her within another.
It had happened so quickly that the two of them paused to adjust for a
few moments, looking into one anothers eyes somewhat wonderingly before
he began to move. Kitty had time to think, [This is me having sex with
Kurt. This is me fucking Fuzzy. This is really nice...]
Then her thoughts grew a bit more fragmented, distracted as she was by
the brush of fur against some of the tenderest areas of skin on her body,
the rhythm of penetration, that coiling caress along her leg again. She
put her hands on his buttocks, adjusting his movements to find the exact
angle she wanted to rub her clit with each stroke, and things got very...
singleminded, after that.
He finished before she did, though only by a few seconds if anything,
it was that cry against her neck that gave her that final nudge over the
edge. She pulled him down to rest his weight atop her when he relaxed,
and they spent several breaths like that, still joined as though melted
together in their contentment. Now *this* was something that she couldnt
do with Peter he was so much bigger than she that he never dared rest
his full weight on her, but Kurt was built to a much lighter frame.
They couldnt stay like that for very long, but it was nice while it
lasted. After a minute or so, Kurt reluctantly pulled free, dropping the
used condom in the trash can by the desk and curling back up against
Kitty. "So," she said, feeling that the situation might require some
commentary, but unsure what to say.
"So," he agreed. Evidently he wasnt feeling any more verbose than she
right now if anything, he looked a bit drowsy. Then he came up with
some appropriate nonverbal communication for the situation, pulling her
into yet another kiss.
As commentary went, Kitty was happy with it. It seemed to cover the
necessary material while suggesting avenues for further research if she
were so inclined. She ran a hand down his back again she just couldnt
get over how soft that fuzz was to the touch! and felt him nudging one
of those muscular thighs between her own.
The grip on her ankle was unexpected, this time because she had grown
used to the feel of his tail. Well. Those feet certainly *were* handy
pun definitely appropriate in this case. Using that grip, he bent her leg
at the knee, curling her thigh around his own and pulling her close to
him again. She had no objections to the idea especially since she was
still feeling warm and cuddly from the just-finished lovemaking session.
Then she felt the renewing erection pressing against her. This was no bad
thing. Raising her head to look him in the eye, "Kurt, can I ask you
"What is it?" The wickedly speculative look that had begun to replace the
sleepy expression was now tempered with a certain caution.
"How long has it been since youve had a girlfriend?"
"Longer than I would like." Judging by his guarded expression, there
might have been a long and lonely time since his last relationship or
possibly a very painful breakup.
"Thats unbelievable. Theres a shortage of decent available guys out
there, and here you are still up for grabs after all this time.
Ridiculous. Almost criminal."
The guarded expression had been replaced by mingled pleasure and slight
disbelief. "Im very flattered that you think so "
"I dont think, I *know*. You should have been snatched up *ages* ago..."
Between the shy smile and the erection now pressing firmly up against her
vulva, it was easy to see that he was enjoying the current line of
conversation. Rather than point out that his appearance limited his love
life to dating extreme xenophiles, he lightly asked, "If you have any
ideas on how to correct the situation, Im willing to let you."
The question had more than one possible interpretation. Possibly Kitty
was thinking that he had just given her permission to play matchmaker
when she said, "I may have to take you up on that..."
Then again, in the spirit of the evening, she could have been reacting to
the implied inquiry as to whether she would care to "correct the
situation" personally by filling the desired role herself.
Kurt didnt stop to inquire as to which meaning she might have been
responding to the more so since she reached for another of those foil
packets while he was considering the matter.
"This time I want to be on top," she announced.
Kurt laughed as he reached for her.
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She Whose Quotations Are Both Exotic and Appropriate
Keeper of his Deadly Startle Reflexes, Guardian and Examiner of the
Adamantium-Revealing X-Rays, and Official Listener for the Occasional
"Okay, then, you have to promise if I say something you don't like you
won't do that voice that sounds like people with wet and bubbly stuff in
their lungs buried under the ground being crushed to death by giant worms
-- Delirium, SANDMAN #41, by Neil Gaiman
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