Authors notes: Ya, posting a few days early! It seems people dug the last chapter. Which makes my heart super happy and I now have rough draft for next three chapters. Thank you to BBFreeand AerynsFallen for their reviews.

My special thanks to: ShadowedDancer for not only checking my mistakes but also really working with me to make my writing better. Beanie McChimpwho keeps me from shooting this story so far off the rails sometimes. And BBFree with out the second half of last chapter a lot of this would not be the same.

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Chapter ten: Making up

Who else would you call when your heart's just been broken if not your best friend? "I can't believe that slime bag!" Even if your best friend is not exactly the most eloquent with words or feelings.

"I share your sentiments mein freund, but what's done is done. t is best to just move on. I will sign myself out tomorrow. If your offer still stands I should be in New York by eight pm."

"Sorry buddy, I'm officially rescinding the offer."

"Logan, it's over! He is her best friend, it makes more sense."

"Like hell it does! I don't get you. If I wasn't going to get in your way, why would you let him?"

"The man does have a point."

"Remy!" The last man Kurt ever wanted to see again was now standing in the middle of his room.

"That swamp rat is there? Turn this phone around right now so I can give him a piece of my mind." Logan kept talking, only now his voice sounded so enraged that the two men in the room could no longer understand him.

"I am sorry Logan, I'm going to have to call you back." Kurt hung up so he could calmly decide what to do about the rat in his room. At least that had been the plan. His anger started to build when he thought about the gall of the man who had stolen his love right from under him.

"Yeah, that's probably better. We need to talk alone… whoa! Take it easy ami!" Remy barely managed to dodge the three-fingered fist hurtling towards him. Remy shouldn't be too shocked he would take a swing at me. Even I would take a swing at me.

"Don't friend me you stabber zurück." Kurt growled before pulling off a decent leg sweep on the fiend.

Damn I don't think he suppose to be doing that yet. If Kurt gets hurt in the slightest way, Stormy will hang my hide on her wall. "Now, now Kurt. I know you must be mad." Remy tried to sound soothing while rolling off his back and onto his feet.

"Nein, I'm not mad, my heart is to busy dieing to be mad!" Kurt's voice came out like a wounded animal as he asked Remy, "I thought you wanted to help me?"

"I did. I do. Remy want to help you still." Without thought he bamfed for the first time. Kurt reappeared right behind Remy, giving him enough time to turn around before landing one good hook on the thief's chin. Kurt usually found sucker punches to be very ungentlemanly behavior. However, right now he was willing to forego being a gentleman.

"Kurt, calm down. Ororo wouldn't want us to fight."

"Ja, I guess you would be the expert in what she wants. Why are you even here, to gloat? I may be on borrowed time, but so help me god Remy, if you hurt her I'll…" Kurt's blood was boiling at the thought that his beloved might have to endure even a faction of the drama Anna had over the years.

"Non, I'm not the expert on what Ororo wants." Kurt lunged for him, but Remy managed to evade it. I wonder how many punches I have to let him get in before we can call it even?

Kurt bamfed again, this time putting Remy into a hold, determined to make him leave. "Whatever you could possibly have to say Remy, I don't want to hear it!"

Only Remy said the one thing Kurt did want to hear. "It was all Remy's doing Kurt. Ororo never kissed me back!"

Remy had never thrown a single punch at Kurt, but those words were a slap in the face and he released the cajun. "Wirklich?"

"Not even a little, and she also made it clear that she was never going to." For someone not at his peak, Kurt had given Remy a run for his money dodging attacks in an enclosed space. Remy dropped into a chair before he went on. "I'm sorry Kurt. Remy is supposed to be helping you. Then I go pull something this underhanded… It's just I've never had to do this before."

"Do what?"

"Share her - really share her, and not with just the team or whatever lovesick fool was hanging around this month." Remy paused to take a drag out the cigarette he'd lit. "You come back and Remy sees you're not merely going to be her boyfriend. You're going to be her best friend, cause for all your hang-ups, you both are far too grownup to have it any other way. I was scared to lose the one person who is always there to put up with my nonsense."

"There's been plenty of that over the years," Kurt grumbled.

"Oui, of that there has been I won't deny. Although she usually makes me work for it, she does forgive me because, as Ororo said this afternoon, we're family. I guess I just forgot that. It's not an easy thing to watch love bloom so strong in others while your own seems dead on the vine. Please Kurt, forgive my jealousy."

Kurt didn't want to admit it, but he did understand Remy. His relationship with Amanda over the years had ranged from complicated to confusing. "So you didn't kiss her for romantic reasons?"

"Non, as Stormy pointed out, my heart in that way belongs to another."

"I can't believe you worried that Ororo having me meant she won't be there for you." Kurt had been pacing the room but stopped at the memory of Ororo walking out the door a few hours ago. "Only she won't have me. She won't ever have anything to do with me because I sent her away!" Kurt dropped to knees suddenly short of breath. Dear lord, I was so harsh to her. At the time I thought I was just setting her free to be with the one she wanted, but that's not true. I foolishly lashed out because I was hurt. "Remy, I was awful to her. Even though I don't deserver her forgiveness, Mephisto's deal aside, I was a fool to think I could go a whole day without her."

"Yeah, I thought you might have seen something when Stormy came home looking like she just been sideswiped."

"Argh, that's it. I blew my chances." Kurt moaned while clasping his head in his hands.

Remy picked him up by the shoulders, dropping him into a chair. "I wouldn't say all that." Remy pointed Kurt over towards the window.

"It be looking far sunnier then it should. Why? Because Ororo wants to save face. She refuses to let you know she's upset."

Kurt did recall that it was suppose to be overcast all day. However he didn't think Ororo's spite was any reason to feel relieved. Remy sensed Kurt's doubt so he continued. "Look Ororo didn't kiss me back but I'd bet you every dime I'm ever going to make she'd kiss you back."

"Wirklich, you think that's true?"

"If you really want to find out, you're just going to have to do it. If that's what you still want?"

"Of course that's what I still want. Only, what do I do now?"

"You're going to eat a big helping of humble pie. Before you can do that we got to get her here."

"I don't think she would take any of my calls."

"She is definitely not going to be taking calls, yours or anybody else's." Remy smoothly went into a pocket, pulling out Ororo's phone. "Ororo will naturally assume she left it here. I would guess she hold out no more then a few hours in anger before coming to get it. Now I suggest you use the time to think of what you want to say."

Later…

Ororo slowly opened the door to Kurt's room. Ok, it looks clear. I did hear the nurse at the desk say he went with Hank to X-ray. Now I just need to get my phone before he gets back. The light from the hall was enough that Ororo could see her phone on the nightstand. She made a beeline for it except halfway there she was halted by the sudden appearance of Kurt's glowing eyes. "Kurt! For goddess sake, if you are in the room how come the lights are off!"

Kurt turned the lights on then wasted no time apologizing. "Sorry Ororo, I hide in the shadows because I knew if you had seen me you wouldn't have come in."

Ororo could hear the nervousness in Kurt's voice as he spoke, but that did not stop her from feeling defensive. "I was under the impression that you no longer wish me to be in your room. Thus I find it odd that you would hide so that I would come in.

"My dearest frau, I could not possibly express with words how truly sorry I am for my behavior earlier today. There was a terrible misunderstanding brought on by a nameless fool, only to be compounded by a bigger fool - me. I took my misplaced anger out on you. Ororo, please forgive me."

Ororo crossed her arms as she asked, "What misunderstanding, what fool?"

"It does not really matter. What matters is that I hurt you. For that I am truly sorry."

There was a part of Ororo that wanted to drop the whole thing, but the fact that he wasn't sharing the entire story made her leery to do so. "You didn't hurt me Kurt," she told him coolly. "I understand I'm not the easiest person to be around, especially lately. Now if I may please have my phone, I'll be on my way."

"Nein, nein. it's not like that at all. I love having you around. When you walk through that door it's the best part of the day. When you fly out the window it's the worst. All the hours in between I am just killing time till you come back."

Argh, it's unfair. It is far harder to stay cross with him when his accent flares up with emotions like that. Between Kurt's heartfelt words and his anguished face, Ororo already felt her resolve to stay mad waning. Perhaps this did happen because we have been spending too much time together. Maybe I should go before things get worse. Without responding to his words, Ororo opened her hand for the phone.

Kurt reluctantly placed her phone into her waiting palm. As Ororo turned around to go, something inside of him screamed he should not let her leave. "Ororo please," he reached to take her by the arm, receiving a jolt of her electricity. "Ah!"

"Kurt!" Ororo spun around taking the shocked hand to examine it. "You're going to need to put something on that. I am very sorry Kurt. I must have been more upset then I knew. I wasn't even aware I was running a charge over my body."

It would have taken a lot more then a stinging hand for Kurt to focus on anything other then the relief he felt at her concern. Oh thank you lord, she still cares.

"Are you in pain Kurt?"

"Oh liebe" Kurt sighed as he wrapped his free arm around her tightly. Kurt's arms were muscular and long enough to leave one always feeling secure in his comforting embrace. While Ororo had never turned down a hug from Kurt, her world-renowned stubbornness wasn't quite ready to give in. She was about to pull away when something distracted her. It was her nose. It was picking the trace of something very comforting and familiar.

"Kurt, did you teleport today?"

Uh, what did Remy say to tell her about that? "Ja, a test run with Hank before you arrived. It went fine, I didn't go past this room."

Ororo allowed herself a moment to deeply breathe in his scent, her anger crumbling away. Ororo's heart felt more full with every deep breath she took. She didn't understand why his scent was so comforting to her, but it was.

Kurt misread Ororo's deep breathing, causing him to drop his arms to step away. "Sorry, I guess the smell will take some getting used to again."

While Ororo would hesitate to say how much she enjoyed it, she wouldn't let him be hurt thinking it offend her. "No Kurt, it's quite all right. It was kind of nice; it reminded me how good it is to have you back."

"Oh good, I am glad that it does not bother you. Especially since I am hoping that if you have forgiven me, you might consider sticking around for a while and allow me a chance to make it up to you?" Kurt felt hopeful despite how the time she took to answer seemed to drag on forever.

"Yes Kurt, I forgive you," she told him. His face became such a mix of relief and delight that Ororo thought it would be hard not find him adorable in that moment. It made her giggle, "Really, there is nothing to make up for. Please don't go through any trouble on my account."

"Well what am I to do about the cake?"

"Cake?" Ororo's face became fixed as she nonchalantly asked, "Surely you don't mean?..."

Kurt had to fight not to laugh. The fact that Ororo was suddenly unreadable said how excited she was at the prospect. "I might have managed to talk my way into the kitchen," He told her with a sly smile. "I know it's not your birthday for a few more months. However, since I missed a few, what's one of my German chocolate cakes a couple of months early?"

Ororo seized both Kurt's hands as a toothy grin lit up her face. Remy, who had been standing outside the room, caught a side view of one of Ororo's dimples. It was clear all was well between Kuroro again. Seeing that Kurt had everything covered, Remy decided it was safe to take off.

"That's not all Miss Munroe. In catching me up on the things I missed, it struck me that we have yet to go back to visit your old favorite." From a draw Kurt pulled out a DVD copy of the Princess Bride.

The Princess Bride wasn't Ororo's favorite movie. Rather, it was her favorite movie to watch with Kurt, for one very special reason. "Will you do the line," she asked coyly knowing perfectly well he would.

"I don't know Ororo, I am bit out of practice, to say the least."

"Oh pretty please," she begged.

"Very well my frau, as you wish."

He knows good and well that's not the line I'm looking for. Ororo crossed her arms waiting for him to give in.

Kurt sighed, taking a few steps back, his eyes narrowed. He positioned his hand as if holding a sword. "Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die."

Despite Kurt's accent being German instead of Spanish, his performance of the line did it for her every time. "Haha that's the one! Very nicely done," she squealed in delight.

When they started to watch the movie, Ororo sat down right in the middle of the bed. After setting everything up, Kurt took a the place right behind her. This wouldn't have been issue for Ororo expect that she felt his breath very lightly on her ear again, causing a slight tingle down her neck. Hoping to block the feeling, also keeping the goose bumps from forming any further, she rubbed her neck. She thought of moving over, only didn't because she worried it might seem insulting.

Rubbing her neck had been the right or wrong move depending how she wanted to look at it, for now Kurt's hands were massaging Ororo from her neck to shoulders. "Did you pull a muscle?" He asked her with concern in his voice. "I'm sure we could get you something if you're in pain."

Despite not being in any pain, the massage did feel incredible. The pressure was firm but the motions of his hands were skilled and smooth. Wow unlike most men who merely mash flesh in their hands, it would seem Kurt knows his way around. The texture of his hands were rough with calluses from his years as an acrobat. The contrast next to the softness of her skin made it feel all the more pleasurable. "Mmm… oh my no, I just skipped out on my morning yoga and now I'm paying for it." Which she told herself was partly true. Getting lost in the moment, Ororo said aloud a question she really meant for her own mind. "How come I'm just finding out now you're so good at this?"

Kurt's throaty chuckles by her ear made Ororo's stomach do a flip, making her very grateful she was not facing him at that moment. "I am glad to return the favor that was given so well to me liebling," he purred near her ear. "But please my dearest, never haste to ask should you ever feel the need."

"Nice to oh… back over to the left please," Ororo groaned as Kurt found a knot she wasn't even aware was there.

"Of course I will be expecting you to return the favor."

"Herr Wagner, you are shameless" Ororo teased, her voice coming out a little on the breathy side.

"Once again I will say I am only shameless for you Ororo."

Just like the first time he said it, Ororo's breath hitched in her chest. She could not decide if it had been the way her name rolled from his tongue, or the second knot he stumbled upon. Whichever, something about the way things where heading made her feel nervous. Ok, I think maybe some fresh air should do some good. "How about we go up to the roof?" Ororo tossed out hoping that the cooped up demon would take the bait.

When they reached the top of the stairs she said a silent word of thanks to the Bright Lady that he had.

"You know liebling, I probably could have teleported us, or you could have flown. Climbing was also an option."

"Now where would be the fun in that? Besides, as a gentleman you should know you always humor a lady." Ororo was currently perusing her set of lock picks trying to decide which one would be best for the door up to the roof.

"Forgive my manners Ororo, I must be too eager to get outside."

"You're forgiven this time", she smiled at him from over her shoulder. "Now I would say this lock is about a five, maybe six. I should speak to the board about upgrading it."

Kurt cleared his throat to remind Ororo he was waiting. "Ahem".

"Oh right, sorry, got the timer on your phone ready?"

"Ja, ready?"

"Yes."

"One two three, los!"

"Ok, done! How was that?"

"Ten seconds, sounds pretty good to me. Then again, I am not the thief."

"Ten? That should have been a seven second lock, maybe an eight," Ororo started to grumble.

"Calm down pouty, I docked you three seconds."

"You're just saying that."

"Nein, I am not. You picked out your tools beforehand remember? I thought in pinch you wouldn't have time to do that, so three seconds." This turned the goddess frown into a pleased smile.

"If you're lying to make me feel better Kurt Wagner…" Ororo was sure Kurt would have had a clever comeback, only he was out the door the instant she opened it.

It was a prefect night for them to be outside. The air was warm, the skies were clear with the moon visible. The best sight to Ororo by far was Kurt bouncing up, down, and all around, stretching his body out. He reminded her of a puppy who hadn't been out all day. Maybe puppy was right family, wrong animal she told herself. Puppies don't stalk and they don't dart in and out of the shadows sometimes only showing glowing eyes. Right now Kurt is definitely living up to the Turkish meaning of his name, wolf. The only thing Ororo found missing was a howl. She could completely relate to the relief he must be feeling at being outside again. One day without flying always left Ororo feeling like a caged bird.

Ororo laid out the blanket she had brought up with them then stretched down on her back. Looking up at the stars she fondly reflected on the warm chocolate cake with which she had just finished stuffing herself.

Once Kurt had his fill he was standing over her looking pleased with his handiwork. "So did you enjoy your treat my frau?"

"Mmm…yes, I sure did." Kurt couldn't believe she had rubbed her belly as she replied to him. "Thank you again by the way. I don't think I have eaten that much since the last time you made that for me."

"I can't believe you ate half by yourself, with not even a paunch to show for it. Do you know how other woman must hate you?"

"Haha, if only they just hated me for my mutant metabolism," she smiled lazy up at him.

He lay down beside her on the blanket, choosing to rest on his side facing her while she still looked up. "I will never understand this world while there are people in it who could ever possibly hate you."

Ororo heard the sincerity in his words. Sadly it made her recall the ire she felt whenever someone mistreated him simply for his looks.

Without taking her eyes off the skies, Ororo started stroking Kurt's face. "Lets not talk of such things or people tonight. They'll still be there in the morning."

"Sorry Ororo, I didn't mean to ruin-"

"Shh… you have ruined nothing. I can't remember the last time I had so much fun - the cake, the movie, plus the charming company. Not just today either, my heart hasn't felt this light in a long time. Thank you. You must promise to remind me often how much fun these do-nothing kind of days can be."

"I swear Ororo, you'll never forget again if I can help it."

Feeling him lean into her caress did not dissuade her from continuing. Touching his face without looking allowed her to feel all the fine details, which Ororo found very interesting at the moment. She was only pulled away from studying his face by the feeling of his hands playing with her hair. "Mmm…Kurt don't do that."

"Why liebling, does it bother you?"

"No, quite the opposite actually, if you keep doing that I am going to fall asleep right here."

"So sleep my dearest, I will gladly watch over you." Ororo knew he would to. He would keep watch over her staying awake all night; all she would have to do was ask.

Propped up one elbow, Kurt was still playing with her hair when she turned to face him. Before Ororo could take in his whole face her eyes stopped at his mouth. A flash of the kiss she gave him the day he woke up came to her. Same as then, perfect bow lips, plump, looking soft and inviting. Wonder what they would be like if I allowed myself a true taste?

Ororo could see it all perfectly clear in her mind. Placing a hand under his chin, softly grazing his bottom lip with the top of hers, sucking on it ever so softly, receiving an excepting moan from him before claiming the rest of his mouth.

For a brief moment it seemed the start of a very good idea to Ororo. Only all too quickly she found her desire was pushed away by nagging reason. Ok Ororo, slow down, take a breath. I know this is a bad idea for many reasons. All of those reasons aside, it's very presumptuous of me to assume that he wants that too. I'm not about to ruin everything by making it awkward between us just because I had a passing urge, right?

Had Ororo looked up at Kurt's eyes she would have seen the same glowing hunger that had made her blush. Then she might have known that the feeling was mutual, that he wanted the kiss as much, if not more. Then maybe she would have given in to her sudden want. Unfortunately, her eyes stayed perfectly glued to his lips. While Ororo's own lips felt incredibly dry, she would not allow herself to lick them for fear she could not trust her tongue if she let it out.

"Kurt."

"Yes Ororo."

"I think I should go home now."

"Is something wrong?"

"No, everything is just prefect," and I want it to stay that way.

Remy didn't know what time Ororo had finally gotten home from hanging out with Kurt. He was sure it was probably so late the girl might as well have spent the night. When Remy got up that morning to make coffee there was a half eaten chocolate cake in the fridge with a sticky note written by Ororo's hand - 'hands off!'.

End of chapter…

Ok, so I hope you like the chapter enough on a whole not to hate me for the end. lol it's coming I promise, I have next chapter written and I am getting it ready to send to beta. I don't know just what the title will be yet but I think for this one it's better this way.

Kurt to English

mein freund/ my friend

stabber zurück/ back stabber

Nein/ no

Ja/ yes

Liebe/ love

Libeling/ sweetheart

Frau/ lady

Los!/ go!

Remy to English

Ami/ friend

Non/ No

Wirklich, Really