Hiya! I'm back (not that I was gone or anything) with a new KURTTY story! This just came to me out of the blue and I was like :O ! Brilliant!
This story isn't a drabble, it's for real -though I'll be honest, I have no idea how long it will end up. I only just started it.

Anyway, fun little fact that might clear some things up for the first part of this story: This takes place about four years into the future (Kitty is 19 instead of 15 and Kurt is 20 I believe)

Also, it references the KURTTY two-shot I just finished, The Bravest of Us All.
I suggest you read it.

Enjoy

Katherine "Kitty" Pryde stepped out of the steamy bathroom and into the main area of her hotel room with a fluffy towel around her torso and her wet hair dripping down her shoulders. She cast a glance towards her bed in which her husband peacefully slept, smiling slightly to herself as his quiet snores reached her ears. She crept past him with ease, the carpet muting her footsteps as she made her way to her suitcase. She rifled through the contents until she settled on a pair of underwear. She began slipping them on when...

"Vhy do you vear zose, Katzchen?"

Kitty looked up to find her husband, Kurt Wagner, lazily propped up on his elbows, looking at her blearily. His bare chest and drowsy expression were sexy and tempting and his voice was deep with sleep. "You look better vithout zem."

Kitty wrenched her focus off her alluring husband and onto dressing. "It's the proper thing to do. Clothing is sort of mandatory in public, you know. That," she said, tossing the blue elf on the bed a teasing, reprimand via her eyes, "and I didn't want you pouncing on me every ten minutes."

Kurt smirked. "I vas sinking every minute."

Kitty shook her head as she pulled her arms through the sleeves of a blouse.

Kurt yawned. "Vhat time is it?"

"A little after ten. I let you sleep in, so we've got to hustle if we're going to meet the others by noon."

With a bamf and a puff of smoke, Kurt appeared behind his wife, wrapping his arms around her as he balanced on his toes. He nuzzled her neck. "You let me sleep in?"

"Hmm," Kitty hummed in the affirmative, leaning into Kurt's strong embrace. "I thought you'd like some extra sleep after last night."

"But if you had voken me up earlier, ve could have repeated last night," Kurt whispered in Kitty's ear seductively.

She shivered. "Then we would have gotten no sleep at all."

"Vhat's vrong vith zat?"

"We have an almost two hour drive! Which reminds me-" one of Kurt's shirts smacked him in the face. He took the tee in hand and shot a playful glare at his wife. She smirked, her eyes gleaming mischievously. "Get dressed. We leave in fifteen minutes."

Kurt grumbled a bit, but pulled the shirt on. He stifled a yawn as he continued to clothe himself. "I'm so drowsy. You could have at least gotten me up vhen you vent to shower. Vould have given me a chance to vake up."

"Oh please," Kitty said, grabbing a brush to comb through her tangled, damp hair. "If I had, you would have watched."

"Vhat can I say?" Kurt shrugged, a goofy grin plastered on his face. "Old habits die hard."

"Do you want me to beat you up again?" Kitty warned.

"Nein, nein," Kurt said quickly, anxious to appease his wife and avoid a thrashing like the one he received years ago when Kitty had first found out he peeked on her while she showered. He then murmured under his breath as he added, "I just don't see ze problem vith a man admiring his vife's body."

"Under normal circumstances, there is no problem when the two are married," she sent Kurt a glare to which he sheepily and guiltily blushed. "However, we're going to be late as it is, so you should be doing something productive rather than watching me shower."

"Who said zat vasn't productive," Kurt mumbled.

Kitty shook her head and finished packing. "Let's go. I'm excited to see the others."

XXXXX

Kurt pulled the rented, yellow Camaro into the clearing, turning the car off and removing the keys before hopping out and rushing to the passenger side to let his wife out. Kitty smiled as she took her husband's offered hand and stepped out of the car. No matter what anyone said, chivalry was not dead. "Thanks."

"No problem, Katzchen," Kurt grinned before scanning the dead, wheat field where they stood. "Vhere are vhey?" he checked his watch. "It's von o'clock."

"They must be running late due to turbulence or something. I'm sure they'll be along soon."

"Ja, you're probably right. I'll get ze luggage." Kurt circled the Camaro, stopping in front of the trunk. He ran a three-fingered hand over the cold, canary, steel metal. "I'm going to miss zis car."

Kitty leaned back on the hood. "We've only had it for two weeks."

"I know," Kurt said as he brought out their suitcases. "I just have never got to drive a Camaro before. It's wunderbar."

Kitty deflected her husband's puppy eyes. "We are not buying one."

"Vhy not?" Kurt whined, pouting.

"We have enough vehicles at our disposal."

"Ja, but ve don't own anyzing."

"Because we don't have the money." Kitty spotted a black dot in the sky too big for a bird. "I think that's them!"

"About time!" Kurt joined his wife as she straightened, grinning like a Cheshire cat. The dark speck drew nearer at an almost alarming pace had the couple not been used to the speed, rapidly getting bigger and bigger until the grand silhouette of the Blackbird contrasted with the fluffy, white clouds and clear, blue sky. The engines rumbled, turning from a meager growl into an impressive roar as it soared above the clearing. The air from the propellers batted Kurt and Kitty's hair around as the X-Jet landed. There was a lull in which the machine whined as it powered down and the two X-Men waited. Finally the entry door lowered to reveal four, fully uniformed mutants.

Kitty didn't wait for them to descend the ramp and made a beeline for plane. The four had reached the bottom by the time she got there and nearly tackled the tall redhead. "Jean!" she cried exuberantly, latching her arms around her friend's neck.

The woman laughed good-naturedly as she returned the hug. "It's good to see you too, Kitty. How was your honeymoon?"

"Great!" Kitty beamed, releasing Jean Grey-Summers from the embrace. She turned to the man next to Jean, her husband. "Hey, Scott!"

"Hi, Kitty," he smiled, his eyes still hidden behind his sunglasses. "How are you doing?"

"I'm fine, thanks. How are you?"

"I'm alright. Sorry we cut your vacation short."

"It's alright," Kitty brushed off. "Kurt and I were practically itching for some action."

"Vell, a different kind of action anyvays," Kurt said with a smirk as he bamfed beside his wife. "Gutentag, Scott."

"Hey, man," Scott grinned, catching Kurt's hand in his for a bro-hug. "Good to have you back."

"Good to be back. Ah! Gutentag, Frau Storm."

The tallest woman of the party nodded at Kurt in acknowledgment, her white hair dancing around her face. "Hello, Nightcrawler. I trust you enjoyed your honeymoon."

"Boy, did I," Kurt smiled roguishly at his wife.

"Hey now, elf," the largest mutant growled in forewarning, "we don't need to hear your perverted comments about you and half-pint's sex life. It's disturbing enough you two got married."

"Sorry, herr Volverine. Vhen you have a vife like Keetty, sometimes it's hard to keep sings to yourself. You just vant to share your happiness vith ze world."

"Yeah, well, just keep it in your pants, okay? You're still both kids to me. I don't want to walk into you two making out, got it?"

"Ja, I got it."

Kitty stifled a laugh and ventured over to rescue her husband. "Lay off a little, Mr. Logan. You're making my fuzzy elf sad."

"Just giving him a warning –one that applies to you too, missy. No PDA. I can't handle it."

"Aww, Mr. Logan!" Kitty giggled and hugged her mentor. "I missed you too!"

Wolverine was taken aback and uncomfortable with the display of affection before conceding with a grunt to pat the girl's back awkwardly.

Ororo smiled. "Why don't we continue the reunion on the Blackbird? The professor's waiting for us back at the mansion."

"Vhat about ze rental?"

"The professor said he'd take care of it. Now we should go before we draw any more attention to ourselves. Kurt, do you need any help with your bags?"

"Nein, I got it." Kurt teleported away, grabbed the luggage, bid a quick farewell to the precious Camaro and reappeared within three seconds. "But sanks for asking."

There it is. I hope you liked it.

I'm working on a number of stories right now, so if you really love this story, REVIEW it and tell me so. Otherwise, it will get lost in my other projects.