Very much NSFW fic continued from yesterday:
Fracture Thirteen: Close Calls
Jean had put herself on casual scan mode. She could deal with the subsequent headache later. People’s safety was at stake. Most of what she got was the susurrations of several hundred teenage minds overloading on hormones.
She narrowed her range to about eight feet. Just to save her head from overloading on variations of, “Why doesn’t X notice me?”
It was still a cacophony.
She filtered out her teammates to emergency-screams only.
Ah. Better.
Duncan passed by, waving a cheery ‘hello’ and pausing only to say, "Hey Jean. Got any plans for tonight?“ His brain, however, was far less civil. _God she’s hot. I sure hope I can get some of that poon tang *tonight*… I’m starting to think that Red’s a cold fish._
It was all she could do to stop raising an eyebrow. _'Poon tang’? 'Cold fish’? Where did he pick *up* the lingo?_ "Sorry. Can’t. We’ve got orders to keep an eye on Mr. Fifteen-seconds-of-fame, here.” She gestured at Kurt, who ignored them.
“Okay, I’ll take a rain check, then.” He walked off thinking, _Jesus H. Christ on a fucking *bicycle*… If she doesn’t put out soon, I'm gonna threaten to go with that blonde Smith chick. Now *there’s* an easy lay. Hell, I heard she did it with *WAG*ner…_
That was far more than she ever needed to know about Duncan Matthews… Jean shook it off and filtered the rest of the babble through her head.
_Omy*God*… *Ow*! I never thought a zit under a bra strap would *hurt* so much…_
_…so if I study on *Thursday*, and take the train to New York, I can be back by Monday for the pop quiz…_
_…*nerve* of that little devil. Look at him, daring to pretend he's human. I’ll have him as soon as their guard’s down. Then I’ll have a matched set._
_…believe he dumped me like that. Maybe if I lost a couple *more* pounds, he’d like me again…_
Jean looked, trying to focus on the origin of the predatory thought, but found only teenage babble. The voice had been harsh, maybe female, but beyond that, she couldn’t match the mind to the thinker.
_A predator just passed by,_ Jean thought, a chill invading her spine as she looked around for them. _Talk about ships that pass in the night._
*
Evan was compiling the list inside his head. It was all the people who could (a) drive, (b) drag Kurt out of school/class without anyone suspecting much and © not be suspected for such a deed.
Okay, so it had to be a teacher. Students had to have notes and passes in order to grab other students. Forget Mr Tenniy. He rode a bike and thought cars were evil.
Principal Kelly had aspirations of senatordom and maybe even a presidency one day. The guy was kinda cool, and he was definitely not the sort to do anything as splashy and politically lethal as abducting one of his own schoolkids. If there was a scandal associated with Kelly, it was probably something involving quiet basement bondage with discreet associates.
Now, if anyone was the you’d-never-suspect-them type, it was Mrs Crankshaw. All she needed was the wimple and the head-cloth to complete the image of a perfect nun. Kurt had even joked that she was a prime candidate for the nickname of 'The Holy Terror’ - which every religious boarding school had one of. She was on the list on the basis of Expect The Unexpected.
Ms Gambezi was out. She blushed if you said 'titmouse’.
Mr Frenetti was as suspicious as all hell. He *was* awfully fond of patting guys’ backsides after games.
Frau Rosa? Nah. She was about as sexual as a plank. Okay, so maybe she knew someone with Kurt’s name or that. And she *was* German. Okay. Put her on the 'maybe’ pile.
Mr Bunkewytz? Maybe. He *could* do more with his patended Glare Of Doom and a raised eyebrow than anyone else could do with three week's detention. Evan could just imagine the terror of having to spend *time* with the guy.
Mr H. was cool. He’d loaned evan the digital camera for his current events assignment. Okay, so *he* was clear…
*
Lunchtime at *last*. The one time of day when everyone could let their guard down because there was nowhere to go that wasn’t within the line-of-sight of at least a dozen witnesses. Kurt bolted his lunch as usual and sidled a little towards Kitty so he could murmur to her.
“Do you think I could have a quiet word with you? Away from the others?”
“Sure,” she smiled. He’d walk through Hell itself for that smile. “We can like, take a walk.”
She took his hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Kurt didn’t know how she could stand it. He had no illusions about how he felt. Sure, his fur was soft, but his hands were unnaturally shaped and even *Scott* had shrunk away, the first time he felt them.
He waited until they were out of earshot, heading towards the little grove of trees where Rogue usually hung out.
“I’m not sorry I kissed you,” he confessed. “I *am* sorry about my timing. It’s shocking. You’re still healing from the attack, and you need time.”
“Kurt? Are you like, trying to break up with me?”
_Gott, nein…_ “*No*! I didn’t even know we were an item… Nein, liebe. I just - need to tell you that you need to take things slowly, that’s all. You need a little time to heal and work out which path you want to take in life.”
“That one’s easy. Like, anywhere that’s like, away from *him*.”
“Ja? You’re so sure? What if he made you pregnant?”
“You don’t get pregnant the first time,” Kitty said, repeating something she’d heard as if to reassure herself.
Kurt snorted and rolled his eyes. “Mein Vater owes his life to *that* little lie. Both he and Grossmutter were lucky mein Grossvater was an honourable man. As soon as he realised that *he’d* been lied to as well, he proposed.”
Kitty had gone very pale.
“Katzchen? Do you want to sit down?”
She nodded.
Kurt picked a nice tree for them to lean against and sat with her in its shade. Her forehead was still warm, so she wasn’t in shock. “If you want to talk, I’ll listen.”
“He lied to me,” she said. “On top of like, everything else… he *lied* to me.”
“Perhaps he was lied to, too.” Kurt gave her a hug. He could feel her ribs. “It can happen, you know.” _Poor Katzchen. So thin… You’ll never have to be thin for me, liebe. I’ll love you no matter what shape your body is._ “You didn’t know. You can’t know if he believed the lie himself.”
Kitty started crying.
“Shhh… It’s all right, liebe. It’s okay. Perhaps you’ll be lucky. You never know.”
She clung to him and wept, babbling about lies and men and how she still hurt, sometimes.
Kurt instantly took off his overshirt and folded it up. “Here,” he said. “It’s not much, but it can serve as a pillow.”
Kitty sniffed and smiled as she took it. “Thanks.” Another sniff as she wiped her face. “You know what? I’m not sorry you like, kissed me either.”
Kurt couldn’t help but grin. In his head, a choir of Angels sang hosannas and hallelujahs. “That’s wonderful,” he sighed, feeling warm all the way through. Even the Monsters were purring in the back of his head. “I have to warn you, though. If I get to holding you, I’m going to have extreme difficulty letting go.”
“I kinda guessed.” Kitty was smiling and blushing. “Do you think *you’re* brave enough? For one kiss?”
Each of them reached for the other’s chins, barely touching. Each afraid of something shattering the moment, hurting the other. Their lips met in a soft, chaste touch, yet quickly hungered for more. Tongues flickered out to taste the other, so tentatively.
Ever so gently, they pulled each other closer.
She was warm. So warm. And soft, even where her poor bones poked through her skin. Her scent was subtle. Warm flesh and the barest hint of a sweet, floral perfume. Her mouth was sweet, yet slightly tart, with a lingering hint of that morning’s toothpaste.
He could taste her forever.
When they finally broke apart, Kurt could feel wetness spilling from his eyes.
Kitty brushed it from his face. So gentle. “It’s okay, you silly elf. I just like, needed to come up for like, air.”
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “I can’t stay away from you. I want to hold you close and feed you properly, and call you liebchen until the end of my days.”
They hugged, Kitty leaning some of her weight on Kurt, even though he was the one now clinging to her. “Was that like, a proposal?”
“More a confession. What you do with it is up to you. It’s your life. Your choice. Always.”
“I don’t think I’m like, ready for any like, huge decisions, okay? I'm still like, on hiatus for a week and a half to see if - youknow.”
“You have to wait that long?”
“Yeah. If I’m Late, then I got *another* decision to like, make.”
Kurt caught the capital. He remembered that from when Mama found out she was going to have Erika. Papa had got a big, proud grin at the news and joked 'Oops’. Kurt personally doubted that Lance would be proud, but he’d give the boy a chance.
“We’ll cross that bridge when it comes to us, eh?” His tail wrapped itself around her waist. “No sense worrying until the opportunity presents itself, ja? You’ll only make yourself feel worse.”
“You’re right. I’ll just have to like, have a great time to spite him.”
“Does that mean I can sniff your neck, Schatz?” Kurt waggled his eyebrows at her in a suggestive way.
Kitty giggled. “Like, knock yourself out.”
She squealed delightfully when he did a vampire-lunge, and giggled when he nuzzled into her. Ah, her heady aroma. The smell of paradise.
It started to become laced with _Nacht in der Blute_. Kurt froze, looking up from Kitty in slow dread.
Hess!
Kitty untwisted from their clinch, which was a little bit difficult, because of the death-grip he had on her sweater.
“Oh. Hey Ms Rosa. There’s like, no need to worry or anything. Like, PDA’s aren’t like, illegal or anything.”
“P, D, A?”
“Like, Public Displays of Affection. It’s like, totally okay to like, kiss and hug and junk.”
Hess glared at him. “Sie gehoren mir, kleiner Damon. Erinnern Sie sich an das.”
Fight wanted to let all the monsters out at her. _Not in a public place. Stay down. I can handle this._ “I don’t think so. You remember what happened the last time you tried.”
Hess’ lips went into a thin line. Then she left.
Kurt was trembling.