Ruby – Chapter 5
(NC, blah, Marvel: Ruby, blah, me)
Thursday morning, Ruby woke up alone. She rolled over to look at the clock. Four thirty AM. She peered out the window, up the hill to see the barest greying of the sky over the trees to the east.
"Kurt?" she called.
No answer.
Ruby got up, pulled on her silver silk robe, and padded downstairs. The kitchen, living room, bathroom and spare room, empty except for two sleeping cats sprawled on the futon. She stopped, took a deep breath and closed her eyes. After a few seconds, she padded over to the door and out into the chilly morning.
"Kurt? You ok?" she asked, running lightly down the dock, toward him. She held the robe tightly around herself, shivering.
"Ja," he said, turning towards her from where he sat at the end of the dock, in jeans and a cream sweater, his legs hanging over the end. "You should go back inside. You'll freeze."
"I'm fine," she said, sitting next to him. Curling her legs under her body, she carefully hiked her robe up away from the water. "Are you?"
"Ja," he said, looking out over the still, slate water of the lake. Shreds of fog drifted slowly over the dark surface. "I couldn't sleep."
"Do you want to talk?" she asked, scooting closer to him. She snuggled up against his side, shivering a little harder. "Are you happy? Here? With me?"
"Ja," he said, putting an arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer. "I thought you knew that."
"I did… I mean, I do… but you're so conflicted right now, I don't know."
"Not about you," he said, as she leaned her head against his shoulder. "I am not at all conflicted about you."
"But you are conflicted," she said. "Confused."
"Not so much conflicted…" he said, trailing off. "After Piotr's death I needed… something… Something more than saving the lives of people who would never know, or if they did still wouldn't… What was it you said about Stephen's father the other day?"
"Wouldn't piss on him if he was on fire?" she supplied.
"Ja. You get the idea," he said. "We lived and died to protect them, and still we are monsters to be feared. Those truckers you saved me from, they didn't care that with the X-men and Excalibur that I had helped stop people, mutants and normal, who would enslave them. They saw only a 'mutie'."
"Its enough to make anyone bitter," Ruby said. "Believe me, I understand feeling unappreciated, maybe not on so large a scale, but I do understand."
"I don't want to become bitter," he said, leaning his head on hers. He paused for a few moments. "I considered entering the priesthood."
"What a dreadful thought," Ruby mumbled.
"I am glad I didn't. Helping you through Stephen's death has helped me. Your grief and how you deal with it, how you express it, and how you put it in perspective with the rest of your life. This has all taught me much about my own grief."
"Mmm… you got something out of keeping me from driving over to Eastern Washington and kicking Bob's ass into next week?" she asked.
"A handle on my own rage," he said, remembering clearly the night he'd dragged her kicking, screaming and sobbing back into the house until she'd calmed down enough to be reasonable.
"God, I'm such a head case," she groaned, snuggling closer.
"No more so than anyone mourning the loss of a loved one," he said, his lips brushing the top of her head. "I attacked a stranger." He looked out over the water again. "I could not believe that… this shallow, self-centered, cretin lived, while Piotr…" his voice broke.
Ruby got to her knees and pulled his head against her chest, stroking his hair. Kurt's arms circled her waist, his body shaking with sobs. She pressed her lips to the top of his head, tears running down her cheeks.
"Why?" he wailed, crushing her in his arms.
"I wish I could tell you," she whispered, holding him as tightly as he'd held her when she'd mourned Stephen.
When he finally loosened his grip, Ruby took a deep gasping breath, her first since he'd started to cry.
"Why didn't you tell me you couldn't breathe?" he asked, as she wiped his face with her robe.
"I didn't pass out or anything," she said, kissing him gently. "You needed it."
"Thank you, Ruby," he said, touching her face, his fingers coming away wet. "I thank God every day for bringing me to you."
"Pass along my thanks, too, while you're at it," she said, kissing him again, a hand flat against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her waist again, and she slid over his lap, straddling his legs.
"What are you wearing under this?" he asked, feeling her tug the robe up from between them.
"Nothing," she breathed, her lips by his ear. She bit his earlobe, gently. He moaned.
"We should go inside," he said, kissing her throat.
"Nope," she panted, reaching down for the fly of his jeans.
"Ruby! Its…"
"Not even light yet," she whispered, kissing him again.
"What if someone sees?" he asked, trying and failing to keep her hand away from his zipper.
"You're not trying very hard," she growled. "Besides, no one'll be up for hours." She unzipped his jeans and slid her hand around his already hard cock.
"Ahhh." He kissed her hard, as she lowered herself onto his cock.
"Mmm, Kurt," she moaned, slowly rocking her hips against him. She lifted herself up on her knees, until he was just barely inside of her. Kurt lowered his lips to her breast, nudging her robe out of the way, his hands under the robe, gripping her ass. His lips closed on a nipple, and she drove herself back down on his cock, biting her lower lip to keep herself from crying out.
"Ruby!" he groaned. His voice echoed across the lake. He slid a hand up into her hair, pulling her to him for another kiss.
"Oh, yes!" she panted, her lips against his, sliding up and down on his cock. Kurt kissed her, stifling both of their cries.
The movement of her hips sped up, until they shuddered against one another. Ruby went limp on top of him, her chin on his shoulder, panting with soft whimpers.
Kurt put a hand on the dock behind him, to hold the two of them up.
"Mmm… Kurt," she purred, her arms sliding slowly around his neck.
"Ruby," he murmured, lifting his other hand to caress her side through the robe.
"Let's go back to bed," she said, easing off of him, her robe still covering his lap until she'd zipped him back into his jeans.
"That sounds like a wonderful idea," he said, watching her climb unsteadily to her feet. She grabbed his hands and pulled him to his feet as well.
"Aw, shit!" she squealed, spinning around. The bottom few inches of her robe were dark with water, and had slapped against her bare legs. "I must've dropped it in the water. Crap!"
"You should get out of those wet things," he said grinning, and swung her up over his shoulder in a fireman's carry.
"Ah!! Put me down! Fiend!" she shrieked, giggling, and letting him carry her to the house.
