Part 3 ^_^
Kitty was feeling particularly pleased with herself. She hadn't seen
hide nor hair of DragManda or Kurt since lunch. They were *so*
humiliated, she doubted that the whale had stopped crying, yet. And she
knew for a fact that Kurt hated it when girls cried. She'd heard him say
so.
Okay, so their relationship had gone from cloyingly clingy to rocky in
the space of one afternoon. A few more little snips of sabotage and she
could pick Kurt up on the rebound and things would be back to *normal*.
The TV was already on when she came into the rec. room. One of Kurt's
favourite shows, _Red Dwarf_, was playing at a low volume. Kitty could
see his tail-tip and one foot dangling out from the side.
_Aw... He must have fallen asleep watching 'feel better' TV..._ Kitty
snuck up from behind and prepared to watch him snoozing for a while.
He was purring. A steady, low-throated rumble that oscillated in the
same rhythm as his breathing. He'd deny he was doing it, even if a whole
roomful of people heard him; and everyone sort of allowed him the
illusion. Just because he *could* do bizarre things with his voice
didn't mean that he wanted to, or that he wanted to show it off. It was
just one of the things he was sensitive about.
Kurt wasn't asleep, though. And he wasn't alone.
Amanda was lying with him on the couch, her back snuggled up against
his front. His top arm embraced her while the lower one helped pillow
her head.
They were smiling like - like --
_Oh no... They wouldn't. The Professor wouldn't let it happen._
Like they just had sex...
And yet - they weren't mussed up. Their clothes were neatly on and
didn't have that sort of post-tryst wrinkle to them, and - and... And
the outfit Kurt had on was like, totally *HOT*.
Righteous indignation flared up again. How dare that floozy still be
with *her* Kurt? "Just *what* have you two been doing all afternoon?"
she yelled, even though she wasn't prepared for what she *knew* the
answer would be. The way they couldn't keep their hands off each other
made it pretty plain what they'd been up to.
"Um," said Amanda. "Let's see... Watching TV and snacking, mostly. You
guys have *the* best kitchen to cook in."
Kurt still had that cat-and-the-canary grin. "Amanda is a wonderful
cook," he said, squeezing her ample form. "I'm blessed."
Amanda giggled. "I think *somebody* had a little too much of my
SuperBowl Supreme Soup..."
"Never! There's no such thing."
Kitty's jaw dropped. _They're deeper in love than ever! *How*?_
"Yes, there is," Amanda sat up so she could play with Kurt's taught,
trim, and slightly overfed body. She sneaked a hand under his shirt to
pet his fur. "I swear, you're just like a big cat, sometimes. All I have
to do is feed you and rub your tummy..."
Kurt's purr went up in volume. If anyone *else* had compared him to an
animal, there would have been a big fight about it. For a week. Amanda
did it and he just *purred*. He stretched and sighed, then wrapped
himself around the interloper with a seductive smile. "Marry me," he
said.
"Hmmmm... Too early, love. We haven't even gone on a second date."
"Ach! I almost forgot. Stay right there, liebchen." He peeled himself
off her and 'ported away. In a second, and another cloud of sulphurous
smoke, he was back with a little box. It had a bow on it.
"*Ku-urt*... What's the occasion?"
"Happy I-Love-You Day."
That was the last straw. Kitty burst out crying and ran from the room.
That could have been her. She could have been deliriously happy in his
arms, getting care and attention for just being with him. Snuggling up
against blue fur was a small price to pay for that much love; but when
it was feely available, she'd spurned it. In spades.
Kitty fell onto her bed and cried her eyes out.
Back in the rec. room, Amanda was stunned.
"Whoah," said Kurt. "You'd better go see what that's about, ja? I have
a feeling it's a girl thing."
"*I* had the feeling that she doesn't like me," said Amanda. "If I go
try to console her, she's gonna *throw* stuff at me."
"If I went, she'd kill me," Kurt said. "I'll stand by in the hall,
okay? If you get into trouble, I'll pop in and pop you out. Like that,"
he snapped his fingers. "Just one trip so you don't get dizzy."
She put his arm in his. "I don't know *how* you talk people into these
things..."
"It's my roguish good looks," he said with a smirk. "Gets them every
time."
"Certainly got me," said Amanda.
Kitty was feeling particularly pleased with herself. She hadn't seen
hide nor hair of DragManda or Kurt since lunch. They were *so*
humiliated, she doubted that the whale had stopped crying, yet. And she
knew for a fact that Kurt hated it when girls cried. She'd heard him say
so.
Okay, so their relationship had gone from cloyingly clingy to rocky in
the space of one afternoon. A few more little snips of sabotage and she
could pick Kurt up on the rebound and things would be back to *normal*.
The TV was already on when she came into the rec. room. One of Kurt's
favourite shows, _Red Dwarf_, was playing at a low volume. Kitty could
see his tail-tip and one foot dangling out from the side.
_Aw... He must have fallen asleep watching 'feel better' TV..._ Kitty
snuck up from behind and prepared to watch him snoozing for a while.
He was purring. A steady, low-throated rumble that oscillated in the
same rhythm as his breathing. He'd deny he was doing it, even if a whole
roomful of people heard him; and everyone sort of allowed him the
illusion. Just because he *could* do bizarre things with his voice
didn't mean that he wanted to, or that he wanted to show it off. It was
just one of the things he was sensitive about.
Kurt wasn't asleep, though. And he wasn't alone.
Amanda was lying with him on the couch, her back snuggled up against
his front. His top arm embraced her while the lower one helped pillow
her head.
They were smiling like - like --
_Oh no... They wouldn't. The Professor wouldn't let it happen._
Like they just had sex...
And yet - they weren't mussed up. Their clothes were neatly on and
didn't have that sort of post-tryst wrinkle to them, and - and... And
the outfit Kurt had on was like, totally *HOT*.
Righteous indignation flared up again. How dare that floozy still be
with *her* Kurt? "Just *what* have you two been doing all afternoon?"
she yelled, even though she wasn't prepared for what she *knew* the
answer would be. The way they couldn't keep their hands off each other
made it pretty plain what they'd been up to.
"Um," said Amanda. "Let's see... Watching TV and snacking, mostly. You
guys have *the* best kitchen to cook in."
Kurt still had that cat-and-the-canary grin. "Amanda is a wonderful
cook," he said, squeezing her ample form. "I'm blessed."
Amanda giggled. "I think *somebody* had a little too much of my
SuperBowl Supreme Soup..."
"Never! There's no such thing."
Kitty's jaw dropped. _They're deeper in love than ever! *How*?_
"Yes, there is," Amanda sat up so she could play with Kurt's taught,
trim, and slightly overfed body. She sneaked a hand under his shirt to
pet his fur. "I swear, you're just like a big cat, sometimes. All I have
to do is feed you and rub your tummy..."
Kurt's purr went up in volume. If anyone *else* had compared him to an
animal, there would have been a big fight about it. For a week. Amanda
did it and he just *purred*. He stretched and sighed, then wrapped
himself around the interloper with a seductive smile. "Marry me," he
said.
"Hmmmm... Too early, love. We haven't even gone on a second date."
"Ach! I almost forgot. Stay right there, liebchen." He peeled himself
off her and 'ported away. In a second, and another cloud of sulphurous
smoke, he was back with a little box. It had a bow on it.
"*Ku-urt*... What's the occasion?"
"Happy I-Love-You Day."
That was the last straw. Kitty burst out crying and ran from the room.
That could have been her. She could have been deliriously happy in his
arms, getting care and attention for just being with him. Snuggling up
against blue fur was a small price to pay for that much love; but when
it was feely available, she'd spurned it. In spades.
Kitty fell onto her bed and cried her eyes out.
Back in the rec. room, Amanda was stunned.
"Whoah," said Kurt. "You'd better go see what that's about, ja? I have
a feeling it's a girl thing."
"*I* had the feeling that she doesn't like me," said Amanda. "If I go
try to console her, she's gonna *throw* stuff at me."
"If I went, she'd kill me," Kurt said. "I'll stand by in the hall,
okay? If you get into trouble, I'll pop in and pop you out. Like that,"
he snapped his fingers. "Just one trip so you don't get dizzy."
She put his arm in his. "I don't know *how* you talk people into these
things..."
"It's my roguish good looks," he said with a smirk. "Gets them every
time."
"Certainly got me," said Amanda.