Title: "Their Personal Heaven"
Author: Pirate
Turner
Rating: R
Summary: Kitty awakes to find that she is
alone . . . or is she?
Warnings: Het, Unconventional
Couple
Disclaimer: Katheryne "Kitty" "Shadowcat"
Pryde, Kurt "Nightcrawler" Wagner, and Excalibur are © &
TM Marvel comics, not the author, and are used without permission.
Everything else is © & TM the author. The author makes
absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no
copyright infringement is intended.
She awoke to emptiness. She reached out, without opening her eyes, to find that the other side of the bed was only slightly warm. He had left her, but he had not been gone long.
Kitty groaned and rolled over on her stomach. He must already be up and exercising, she thought sleepily. Her beloved's stamina never ceased to wow her. Part of her considered getting up and watching him both to admire his amazingly agile acrobatics and to feast her eyes on his sweat as it glistened along his blue-furred, lightly muscular chest, but the much larger part was glad to sense she still had an hour to sleep.
She had almost dozed back off when something scurried across the bottom of her foot. She kicked out but failed to connect. Her eyes had just shut when she felt it slide softly over her ankle and start its climb up her leg. It stopped when she kicked, but just when sleep was about to claim her, something soft, fuzzy, and small swept up her inner calf. She rolled over, her brown eyes snapping open at full alert now, and the creature fell softly and directly across her core. She was about to slap it when she realized it actually felt good.
She laid still as it caressed her and rubbed softly against her most tender spots, and ever so slowly, familiarity dawned. With a sigh of pleasure, she turned her eyes to searching the ceiling. She found him in the shadows but never would have located him if not for her ninja training.
His yellow eyes glowed in the darkness, seeming to see straight into her heart and sending delicious thrills shivering down her spine. When he spoke, the huskiness and thick, deep accent of his voice called to her so beguilingly that she almost floated off of the bed to him. "Guten tag, Katzchen."
He touched her again with his tail, his tip sliding intimately close; she arched upward to him with a moan. His three-fingered hands reached for her, and she slid her hands gladly into his. "Ever done it on the ceiling, mein süßer Liebling?"
"No, but with you, mein geliebter Flockiger Elf, I want to experience all the firsts we can together." He pulled her up to him and straight into their personal Heaven.
The End