Authors notes: Sorry for the delay family stuff came up. So then I sent it late to my beta and well there you have it. Lucky for me I think you will like this one. Plus I think most of you are fine with the extra time provided that the chapter is good. Hope you enjoy, please leave your feedback. Thank you so much to all of you who have left reviews and pm's. They fuel me when I'm about to pull my hair out.

Special thanks as always to: Shadow dancer who takes time to beta this story. Also to Beanie McChimp for always being a great and honest sound off board.

Chapter eleven: First kiss

To Logan, the only worthwhile reason for talking about relationships was getting the opportunity to laugh at others. This morning's texting session with Kurt was proving to be partially amusing.

Logan: Haha, I can't believe you choked!

Kurt: I did not choke.

Logan: Oh really? Please tell me exactly how close Miss Munroe's lush lips were to yours while you did nothing?

Kurt: I choked! :(

Logan: Haha what happened to all that "I'm done looking at the sun and falling on wings of wax" crap?

Kurt: I was grateful that she forgave me. I didn't want to press my luck. Or maybe I'm just a big blue chicken.

Logan: Don't beat yourself up too much. You won't be the first man to chicken out on her; hopefully you'll be the last.

Kurt: I hope you're right my friend.

Logan: She coming over today right? Just make your move today.

Kurt: We're going to mass in the hospital chapel - not exactly the most romantic setting.

Logan: I'm sure. If anyone can make it work you can. Just find an opening then when you do don't choke.

Ororo was trying to hit her snooze button without opening her eyes when she heard a shuffling sound coming from her closet.

"Remy?"

"What gave me away chere? "

"Besides the aftershave smell," Ororo yawned out while sitting up in bed. "I don't think an intruder would bother hiding in my closet while I'm sleeping."

"Good point Stormy. Remy was just going to leave something, but since ya up." Remy came out the closet holding a white box. "Here, open it. Before you ask, it's an apology gift. I know I acted a little crazy yesterday. Don't say I didn't have to, just open it."

Inside the box was a charming yet simple sundress. It was yellow with a tiny dark blue flower pattern and a sweetheart neckline. "Thank you Remy, it's lovely."

"Bonne, Remy is glad you like it." By the way his lips quirked up, Ororo could tell Remy was up to something else with this gift besides an apology. Deciding she didn't care enough right now to find out, she let it slide

"Yes, I'm going to mass with Kurt this morning. I was wondering what to wear. This should be perfect with a cardigan or something. If I'm still going that is."

"If you're going?" Her best friend asked her curiously.

"Yes, I have tried to think of a good excuse not to go, without any luck."

"Oh, so you be wanting some distance from the elf?" Remy bit his tongue in between his teeth to keep from smiling too much; he had been wondering when this would start to happen.

"Not want to, need to. I just think maybe it's not a good idea for us to keep spending so much time together." Fidgeting with her hands, Ororo looked up and gave Remy the Bambi eyes. "I was hoping you could help me come up with a good way to bow out."

"Ororo, is everything ok? Did something happen yesterday?"

"No, nothing happened". And it's not going to.

"If nothing happen, why do you need a good excuse?"

"Forget I said anything," she waved him off with her hand. Remy had been Ororo's last hope of getting out of today. She needed a break from spending time with Kurt for Ororo felt she was in danger of messing everything up. Last night had been so close.

With all the time they had been spending together, it was little wonder this had started to happen, she told herself. There had definitely been an increase in touching and flirting on both their parts. Kurt had always been a funny, charming and greatly comforting friend. Only now there was something else there too. With increasing frequency the dashing swashbuckler would say something, give her a look or light touch that would cause thought to leave her head or make it a little hard to breathe.

Maybe it was how just the way being around him brought out these long unused things in her. Whatever it was, she left his side at the end of every night feeling way too fine to heed the warning of the logical voice inside her head, and now she was paying for it.

The massages last night were not even the first time Ororo felt things getting a little too warm for comfort. A couple of days of space were needed from the far too charming and handsome elf.

In the shower Ororo tried to remember exactly why getting carried away at this time with this person would be a very bad idea. Ok Ororo, one - you are not ready to start anything with anyone - period. You're only now starting to feel anywhere close to the true you - the personality you didn't realize you put away for someone else yet again. Ororo had come out of every meaningful romantic entanglement realizing that she lost herself to that relationship. When things ended with T'Challa, she decided that she would rather be alone than let that happen again.

Two - you have absolutely no idea what you want or where you will go from here. Kurt probably doesn't either. You would be two boats with only one oar between you. Talking herself through this seemed to help, for she felt a little more focused so she continued. Three - weren't you saying from day one what a bad idea it would be for Kurt to jump back into things with Rachel? Would it be any smarter for him to start something new with you? You will most likely end up hurting him in the end, not to mention you don't know if he is intensely flirting just to get a rise out of you or if he really means it. Even if he did, this whole thing could be Florence Nightingale Syndrome on both your parts. Then you could possibly be hurting a dear friend and ruining a great friendship over nothing.

"That makes sense. If I could just keep that in mind while keeping the thought of kissing him out, I should be ok today," she mumbled to herself in the shower. Of course now she couldn't stop thinking about kissing him. When she got out of the shower, Ororo looked at her reflection in the mirror asking, "Maybe Remy was right all those months ago when he said I needed to get laid? Get it out of my system." Ororo started contemplating seeing if Yukio was anywhere on the west coast for a wild girl's night, quickly concluding that it would be pointless. She could have had that long ago and many times over if that's what she truly wanted.

Ororo was beginning to feel the whole situation was hopeless. The frustration of it all it made trying to do something with her long hair impossible. All the irritated groaning had Remy sauntering into her room, plopping himself down on her bed to enjoy the show.

Shuffling a deck, he watched while Ororo tried in vain to work a clip through her hair in order to make a decent twist. Life or death the woman can work a lock pick with her mouth, men troubles and she can't work a hairclip. He chuckled when she tossed the clip over her shoulder in an act of defeat.

"Hairclip one, Stormy zero."

"Oh, you think it's easy? All you have to do is tie a ponytail."

Without a word Remy put down his deck. Making his way over towards Ororo, he picked up the clip as he went. When he reached her, he scooped the brush from her hand then put his nibble fingers to work. In less then five fluid movements, Ororo had a fetching causal twist with little wisps of pearl strands that perfectly framed her face.

When he was done, Remy stood back smugly saying, "Voila! Now are you ready to talk about it?"

Ororo gave no verbal response at first. Instead, looks were exchanged in the mirror between the friends.

After a few minutes Ororo could no longer stand the silence in the room. "Don't bother Remy, because you know I will do what I want in the end."

"No you won't chere, that's the point. You'll do what you think is right. Your problem is you don't believe those two can be the same thing."

Ororo could feel her chest completely deflate when she responded. "They rarely ever are."

"Maybe if you did what you wanted more you might frown in regret later, but at least you would have smiled first." He gave her a sympathetic grin as he bent down, placing his chin on her shoulder. "In that moment Stormy, when you're doing exactly what it is you want, the whole world goes away. All the fears, all the logical reasons, they won't matter. Then at least in the end you had that moment."

Ororo knew there was some truth to Remy's words, yet she felt there was no way that truth applied to her. How many times do I have to be burned or fail at something to know it is not meant for me?

Not feeling in the mood to wear makeup, Ororo was about to get up from her vanity when Remy suggested, "They don't call it Sunday best for no reason chere."

"Fine." She sat back down in huff. For the sake of keeping everything light and natural she quickly gave her eyelashes one coat of mascara then applied a lip-gloss without looking. Feeling the red was a little over the top, she blotted. It was better. However, Ororo always felt even a tint of red drew a lot of attention to her lips. Which is the opposite of what I should be going for right now, but Kurt wanted to get there early. I better leave now.

When she left the house, Ororo had thought her overall look was appropriate. Yet under Kurt's lingering gaze she wasn't so sure. "It's a bit much right? I have this shawl only I tend to fuss with them."

While making his approach Kurt simply smiled. His tail took the shawl out her hands. She had assumed that he was going to help her put it on. Instead he chucked it over his shoulder onto the bed. "Ororo, truly, you look like one of God's most beautiful creations and you would be so in anything you wore." She didn't miss when Kurt paused to give her garb an appreciative glance or that he pressed his lips together before telling her. "That being said, the look becomes you."

Well don't just stand there all wide-eyed Ororo, she chided herself. "Thank you Kurt, you're looking quite dashing yourself." The grey slacks with a white dress shirt were from the storage locker containing the rest of his things. The style a classic, the fit was impeccable.

"You really think so?" He said as he gave her a whimsical turn. Ororo allowed her eyes the pleasure of the view reasoning that she was not made of stone. In Ororo's eyes there could be no denying that the figure in those threads was cut finer then the garb itself.

Once they reached the first floor, Kurt made Ororo ditch the wheelchair he was supposed to use in favor of her arm. When Kurt kneeled down to pray, he took note of Ororo picking up a Bible, appearing to be looking for a particular page. That's right, she said it herself. She had been reading it to me. Maybe she has a favorite passage?He made a mental note to ask her about it later. Kurt went to start praying only he was finding it very hard to close his eyes or quiet his mind.

"Kurt, is everything ok? Are you in pain?"

"Nein, I am fine. It's just well… I slept for so long sometimes I am scared to close my eyes only to find that I'm just stuck in another dream." That maybe you're not really here with me.

"While we could debate all day on the merits of life as a dream, I will promise you that either way, I'm not going anywhere." Her eyes gestured over to his tail, "Feel free to grab a leg, arm, or whatever." Wrapping his tail around a smooth bare leg he instantly felt comforted. She smiled at him then returned to her reading.

After mass they headed back to his room. When they got in the elevator Ororo made Kurt get back in the wheelchair, lest one of the nurses squeal on them to Hank. "Here pouty devil, I push, you hold" she huffed, handing Kurt his Bible.

That reminded Kurt of the question he wanted to ask her before mass. "I have been meaning to ask you - after spending all that time reading to me from the good book, has anything snuck in?"

"Are you trying to covert me again Kurt? I am sorry to inform you that I am ever still a pagan." She smiled playfully down at him.

"No Ororo, some lessons only take one lighting bolt to the rear to soak in." Kurt winced at the memory of a time when he got a little carried away with his faith, almost to the point of pushing others away. "I was referring to a favorite passage or verses."

"There is one or two that I am very fond of. Surely they would seem common and obvious to someone as well versed in the text as you. Hmm… I guess the first one I found myself going back to was the story of Rachel and Jacob."

"Ever the hopeless romantic my dearest?"

"I wouldn't say all that, yet it is a warming thought that someone could endure so much just to be with the one they love. As for what I was reading today, well I don't know a woman alive who doesn't have a soft spot in her heart for the Song of Solomon."

"Ah, romantic and passionate. It would make my day to hear a few lines spill forth from thy lady's lips."

"I'm sure it would. However, this lady is not exactly in the mood." Especially when this lady is trying her hardest to not lether mind wander where it shouldn't.

Maybe a plea to her more competitive nature? "It's ok my frau, if you never so much as read it, you don't have to lie to impress me."

"Kurt, I've read it. I know it by heart."

"Sure Ororo, whatever you say." They reached the confines of Kurt's room where he would be free to get up and walk around. He tried to stand up. Getting no more than about three inches off the seat, Ororo's hands seized him from behind the shoulders, pushing him back down to the chair and holding him there.

Before Kurt could utter a word, he became aware that her lips were hovering torturously close to his ear, sending a pleasingly paralyzing shiver down his neck to the tip of his tail. Right away she had his completely undivided attention, everything in him becoming almost perfectly still. Between the sweetness of her breath and the floral sent of her hair, it was almost dizzying to have her so near.

Not daring to move his head, out the corner of an eye he caught the slightly wicked smile that pulled at her lips before she began to speak. "Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth for thy love is better than wine. Because of the savor of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee. Draw me, we will run after thee…" Her tongue rolled each sensual line as if it had been dipped in honey. Kurt knew every word to the Song of Solomon by heart, yet to hear them with the warm rich tones of her melodic voice; it was as if he was hearing them for the first time. For now he could truly grasp their meaning, feel the love, the passion that came off every syllable.

Whether she meant to or not, Ororo had fanned the flame of Kurt's desire for her so that no fear or doubt would cool it in this moment. "The King hath brought me into his chamber: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee." When she was done, a throaty chuckle escaped her. She ruffled his hair before standing up. "I told you I knew it. Yes, those are the first lines so they are easiest to remember, but they also happen to be my favorite."

Letting go of Kurt's shoulders, Ororo stepped directly in front of him on her way to the window. Before she passed by, Kurt's tail coiled around an ankle while at the same time one three-fingered hand gently clasped a wrist. "Since you have been generous enough to share your favorite lines, please allow me to do the same." Ororo looked down at Kurt just in time to see him begin to rise. If he didn't already have her by two limbs, his penetrating gaze and thickened accent would have been more then enough to captivate her attention, holding her perfectly in place.

"Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse." When he stood up, his free hand wrapped around Ororo's waist causing her to suck in a breath at the contact. The hand that held her wrist brought it to his lips as he spoke the next line. "Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck." Ororo's heart raced, while her mind for once remained blissfully blank. Ororo did not move nor speak. She only watched, listened, and felt. "How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse!"

Laying the arm he claimed over his shoulder, Kurt pulled her closer to him. She went without resistance. "How much better is thy love than wine!" When their chests touched, her other arm laid itself on his shoulder as if it had been given a silent command. "…and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!"

His expression was completely unrestrained; all his passion lay bare before her on his face. The body that pressed against hers was taught like a spring waiting for release. His lips where aquiver as he spoke, making her ache for what they both knew was coming. Bringing one hand to her chin, his thumb grazed over her waiting lips. "Thy lips, Oh my spouse, drop as the honeycomb."

Not feeling capable of waiting another breath, Ororo brought her face to his, making Kurt murmur the last lines against her. "Honey and milk are under thy tongue: and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon."

Testing the waters, he placed two soft kisses on her lips. Finding that they obligingly parted for him, Kurt gently nipped softly at Ororo's bottom lip before plunging in to truly taste her. Finding her fresh and clean like rainwater, he savored it as if he had been dying of thirst.

Their tongues greeted each other like old friends despite this being their first dance. With each roll and twist he delved deeper, pressing her closer. Ororo pulled back slightly, delicately tracing his fanged teeth with her tongue. Feeling dizzy with lust, he growled softly before seizing her lips again. Kurt dug a hand into back of her twist, pressing them together, he determined not to let their lips part again till they were gasping for air. When Ororo moaned into the kiss he took it for a sign that she was in complete agreement.

Goddess, Remy was absolutely right, Ororo would have thought had she been capable of thinking. As it stood right now, she was only running on instinct as his scent and his taste filled her senses. In that moment there was no fear, doubt, or nagging inner voice. There were just Kurt's perfect lips pressing firmly into hers, while two skillful tongues matched each other stroke for stroke. Ororo was only conscious of all the incredible sensations coursing through her body, like how, despite gluing one hand to the back of her head, his touch still somehow felt as if it was everywhere. It was one perfect mind-alerting kiss, where she let herself be completely in the moment.

"Ahem, excuse me Mr. Wagner, are you alright? It appears the window is broken in here. Oh my, and would just look at this room!"

With the rude interruption, Ororo learned that while Remy had been right, he failed to mention that the very instant the moment is over, all the fears might come crashing down right on top of her all at once. It made that terrified voice in her head come back, screaming so loud that the only thought in her head now was that she had to get away.

At the sound of the other person in the room, Kurt had begrudgingly stopped the kiss. He had planned to resume things the instant he dispatched the intruder. Sadly, when he looked into Ororo's eyes he knew that wasn't going to happen. Where Kurt was positive his own eyes reflected the euphoria he was feeling, her eyes looked completely terrified. She gaped at him then looked longingly towards the window. Without words he knew what she wanted.

When Ororo began to tremble, Kurt released the hold he had on her waist. "It's ok liebe, you can go." He placed a kiss to her forehead then stepped back from her. Five seconds later she was out of sight. Kurt stared out the window long after Ororo was gone until the intruder began to speak again.

"See, I told she would never admit it." Of course the voice was different now, yet Kurt didn't need to turn around to know who it was.

"Would you please leave Mephisto, I think you've done quite enough."

"I can't leave now! What's the fun in bringing a man down if you can't kick him while he's there?"

End of chapter…..

Ok so hope you found that fun. Next chapter should be out soon. Title, the great escape. I won't give a time anymore only to say I will try to keep them not too far from each other. Reason being I had an outline for this story when I started but as a lot of you must know things change. What you once thought was good now just doesn't seem to work. Especial as this is the first story I am working on in a long while. I had a lot to relearn and I am still learning. So for my love of the story and for Kuroro I may take longer here and there. I am sorry and I hope you will hang in there with me. Next story more then a one shot I promise to have everything written out to the way I like first before posting.