Disclaimer: Don't own them. Never will. If you ever come up with a plan that might work to get them into my possession, count me in. ^_^

Note: I would like to apologize for a misinterpretation of the German word, Katzchen… I read somewhere that it was Katherine, but one of my readers informed me that it means Kitten. I'm in French, not German, though, so any lapses in that area, I ask you to forgive them. If I get 15 reviews soon, I'll write the third story in the series. If ya'll think this story is crap, please tell me. {Eyes plead} Enjoy! ^_^

Heaven could be found on Earth. This fact communicated itself to Kitty with every breath she could feel vibrating against her let-down hair. The feel of Kurt's suit, soft against her fingertips, could never compare to the indigo down that littered his face, that flowed over his entire body. Or so she believed; in all reality, she had never actually had a chance to see if the silken fur actually did cover completely the lithe body of the mutant. Yet, it was enough, for she was able to lose herself in the dance that seemed incapable of ending, to lose herself in the arms of her fuzzy elf. As the song came to it's concluding strums, the two dancing turned urgently to each other, allowing their lips to meet in a hard kiss that echoed those that the other couples were sharing. The Professor had even found something that would be able to… confuse might be the best word for it… Rogue's powers for short periods of time. Enough for her and Remy to be able to share enough kisses to make up for all the time they had lost. The only kiss more passionate than those two couples would have to be the one passing between Jean and Evan, both apparentally much less innocent than their fellow students believed them to be. Even as the song ended, the clock began to chime the midnight hour. The new year had arrived. In the heat of the moment, everyone grabbed he, or she, who was closest to her, or him, giving a passionate, celebratory kiss to herald the coming year.

The party couldn't last much longer after that; who could top the raining down of confetti, rain, ice, and sparks? With the wrapping up of the party, all the couples began to slowly drift towards the large French doors and bedrooms; whether they were shared or not, that was their occupants' business. Unlike the others, Kurt and Kitty found themselves floating, literally, towards the kitchen to get large mugs of hot chocolate to help calm them down after the night of dancing and partying. For once not on a diet, Kitty even allowed hers to be made out of real, 2% milk to create the illusion that it's that much creamier. After they had been stirred and mixed, Nightcrawler took both mugs into his hands, wrapped his tail around Shadowcat, and 'ported them into his room. Without spilling a drop, the chronicler might add. Once they had arrived in his room, both seemed at a loss for anything to say or do that might relieve the tension building. And so they merely sat on the soft bed, drinking the warm, smooth cocoa. A few minutes passed before Kitty noticed that Kurt had quietly removed his jacket and shirt. The fur underneath lay in what looked like extremely uncomfortable whorls and plain-out bits that just jutted upwards.

Knowing how uncomfortable messy fur was to him, Kitty walked over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of old suit brushes. "Fuzz-boy, you mind if I, like, brush your fur? It sorta kinda looks like you need it." She smiled happily down at him as he nodded, somewhat surprised that she'd volunteer to brush him. Yet, she somehow knew just the right way to stroke with the brush, how hard to push, the most sensitive parts of him. All came to her instinctively. Except for his reaction; nothing could have prepared her for the stimulation that the soft, insistent purring that rumbled throughout his entire body aroused in her. As she continued to brush lower and lower, it became worse, for the lower you went, the silkier the fur became, the more dangerous the territory became as well. Even so, Kitty knew she needed to have this night of giving and pain that was worth it. This one night with her Kurt, her fiance. Once she reached the top of his pants, though, she found she just couldn't brush any lower, no matter how dearly she felt she needed to. At this point, Kurt gathered her into his arms. Another kiss, quite like the many that have been found throughout this chronicle ensued. This one was somewhat different, though. This kiss resulted in the rather frantic shuffling through of dresser drawers done by the elf as he searched for the condom he had found in the mahogany box.

Unfortunately for those of you who don't mind reading lemons, I find myself unable to actually describe such sensations accurately, not having been in any such position myself… I will say that fun was had by all involved, and the pain was worth everything for Kitty. Now, we find ourselves in the room of the Nightcrawler the morning after.

Kitty woke up groggily, barely able to feel certain parts of her anatomy, able to feel other parts too much. Groaning, she looked over to see Kurt beside her, protectively holding her shivering body within his heated circle of body warmth. Smiling lazily, she snuggled greedily against him and the warmth his love generated. The movement wakened him {you would wake up too were YOU used to sleeping alone} and he found himself cuddled rather closely with his Katzchen under the sheets. And neither of them were wearing much of anything... This reminded him of just what had occurred last night. That had not been quite what he'd expected, though it had been perfection. Finally knowing she was his, even that he was hers, hit him in a place that he'd thought long buried and lost. For the longest time none but his foster parents had wanted him, and now he had Kitty Pryde, phaser extraordinaire. With her in his arms, the events that led to his eventual relocation to the U.S.A. seemed worth it. Except for the near-death experience with the fire… that hadn't really been all that fun…

As he rose to get dressed, basking in the knowledge that the holidays were still in full swing, he turned to the senior lounging on his bed, "So, mein Katzchen, shall ve vind ourselves in zhe villow grove today? I have heard zhe pavilions are razher varm at zhis point in zhe season." Smiling, the elfin demon scooped the girl up, twirling her around. Through the room, the softest of whispers could barely be heard through the bamf, "Mein leibe, forever."

I hope this was everything ya'll thought it would and could be. It not, tell me. It it was, tell me. If you have no comment other than, "Never write again!", tell me. I need to know if ya'll want me to write a third part, or if this if just becoming quickly redundent… The night is late, and there is more I hope to ruin… ahem… do. Bonne nuit pour tout!

~The Alciontae Shadow~