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Disorientation came with waking, but only for a moment. The
soft-over-hard of velvet-covered muscle pressed against her back to say
nothing of the warm tail coiled around her waist made it impossible to
mistake her bedmate for anyone but Kurt. The events of the previous
evening rose instantly to memory, spurred by the tactile stimulus.
With remembrance came rue. She had told Kurt, "This isnt *about* Peter,"
but of course he was involved, regardless of her careless statement. How
could he *not* be, when his girlfriend slept with a friend of his?
Kitty winced as the second thoughts she *should* have had the previous
night belatedly made themselves known. Hadnt the crying jag on Kurts
shoulder that led to all *this* been because she didnt want to lose
Peter? Didnt she love him?
Wouldnt this hurt him?
She froze as a yawn near her ear was followed by movement behind her and
then an arm joining the tail around her midsection. "Gutenmorgen,
Liebchen," came the sleepy greeting. (Good morning, darling.)
There was so much she could say at this point so much that it was a
struggle to winnow through the possibilities. A simple "Good morning"
would imply that nothing was wrong, whereas "I have to leave now" would
probably hurt his feelings and was fairly rude besides.
So what she settled for was, "Do you know when Peter and the rest of them
will be getting back?" She let her worry and traces of guilt besides
enter her tone.
There was startled silence behind her for a moment, before, "I have no
idea." He sat up abruptly.
Glancing over her shoulder, Kitty found Peters alarm clock. The glowing
green numerals pointed out that it was past eleven AM.
So. Lounging around in bed was probably inadvisable they were courting
discovery with every minute she lingered in the room. Kitty hesitated to
rise, though. She didnt want to make a big deal out of hiding herself
under the sheet, but at the same time she was feeling just a bit shy at
the idea of climbing out of bed naked in front of a male friend of hers.
Admittedly, hed already seen her gotten intimately acquainted with the
bits that she would be worrying the most about covering, in fact but
she still wasnt quite cool with the idea of prancing around barefoot all
the way up right there in front of him.
He solved the dilemma without noticing, rolling out of bed and to the
floor. Landing in a fluid crouch, he rapidly collected the scattered
clothing and sorted it into "his" and "hers" piles. Passing Kitty her own
clothing, he began quickly redressing himself.
Reassured that he wasnt watching her, Kitty let the sheet drop long
enough to get her bra and shirt on. She was tempted to leave her bra off
in the interests of greater speed, before realizing that explaining her
evenings absence to her roommates would not go any easier if she
returned to her room missing undergarments.
Speaking of missing undergarments... Kurt almost dropped the shirt he was
about to put back on when he looked up and saw Kitty rummaging under the
bedclothes. Modesty forgotten as she crawled to the foot of the bed
searching for her missing panties, some very interesting areas had been
left revealed to the open air. Kurt swallowed hard and wished he had a
few more condoms handy.
Of course, under the circumstances, taking the time for another round
would have been a very risky idea. Still, it had definite charms...
Struggling manfully to ignore the bare bottom charmingly peeking out from
beneath the sheet, he asked, "Need some help?"
Kitty froze in startlement, then backed out. Kurt refrained from sighing
in disappointment as she pulled her shirt down as far as it would go. "I
cant find my panties..."
Another minute of combined hunting, and Kurt had found them under the
corner of the bed, kicked out at some point in the previous nights
activities. (Or possibly knocked to the floor during Kittys frantic
A few minutes later, Kitty was decent again and putting her shoes and
socks back on. "What what are we..." She sounded almost tearful,
pausing before continuing in a softer tone, "Are we gonna tell Peter?"
Kurt sighed. Settling himself onto the bed next to her although *not*
within easy arms-reach he asked, "Should we?"
Kitty paused, holding one sneaker without putting it on yet. "I guess...
It would be the honest thing to do..."
"Honest, yes. But is it the *right* thing?"
Kitty met his eyes, suspicion warring with hope in her expression.
"We dont want to tell and he wouldnt be happy hearing it. So maybe we
should be asking ourselves, What happens if we tell? and What happens
if we dont?"
The shoe hung in one hand, momentarily forgotten. "If we tell... Hell be
hurt. Hell be mad. He and I may break up over this."
Kurt refrained from adding the part about Peter maybe trying to pound a
formerly good friend into blue paste on the floor. "If we dont tell
well feel guilty. Well have a secret. Were going to be afraid someone
will find out about this. But Peter wont have anything to be upset over
and the two of you will stay together." [Probably. If he doesnt find
out anyway if one of us doesnt slip or grow tired of keeping the
secret and tell him if the guilt and the secret dont wind up driving
the two of you apart anyway if the two of you dont break up for some
Kitty looked as though given permission to hope. "It really wasnt
anything *worth* making a big deal about. It just happened. An...
aberration. A lapse of reason. We werent thinking."
"No. We werent." Kurt agreed, keeping most of the sadness from his face
and voice. As usual, he forgot about his tail, drooping to the floor
beside him as a visible signal of unhappiness.
Putting her shoe on, determination had entered her face and voice. "And
it wont happen ever again."
Very quietly, "No. It wont."
"So we wont say anything about it to anyone. Itll be like it never
Reaching to put a hand on his arm, "And no one has to get hurt over
The concern dredged up a weak smile in response. "Dont worry I
wouldnt let him catch me anyway."
She gave him a confused look, before comprehension dawned. Leaning over,
she patted him on the arm.
[Ah. She was talking about hurting *Peter*.]
Rising and walking to the door, she paused before exiting. "No one else
has to know. Well keep it just between friends."
"Just between friends. Right." He managed not to sigh until she had
ghosted through the door and out of the room.
[Just friends. Right.]
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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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