something=telepathic conversations
~something~=private thoughts
*something*=emphasized words
~Well, there's no way I can call Chuck now.~ I thought.
Kurt pulled away, and I looked down, embarrassed. There was silence for a while. Then, Kurt seemed to realize that he was still *on* me, and leaped off hurriedly, crouching nearby. I sat up shakily, extending my arms behind with my legs stretched out in front. My head s till hung down in front of my chest. He cleared his throat. We both spoke at the same time.
"You know—"
"I von't—"
More silence.
"You first, Kurt." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him nod, then reach for my arm. Before I could say or do anything, we were on the roof of the mansion, sitting next to each other cross-legged. "Warn me if you're going to do that!" I scolded, finally bringing my head up to look at him, but not make eye contact.
He grinned sheepishly.
"Privacy," was all he said. I nodded; he relaxed a bit. Trying to speak over the lump in my throat, I asked,
"Gonna say anything?"
Kurt gave a weak chuckle, but turned his eyes to lock on mine, smiling. Being only a foot or two away from me, his gaze was pretty intense. I swallowed thickly.
"Vat's wrong?" he asked, looking concerned.
"Nothing," I muttered, tearing away from his penetrating stare to peer at the sky. "It's just that every time I look at you, I seem to get into trouble."
He laughed again, this time confident, sounding like his old joking self.
"Zat might be true Cryees, but is it not you who(A/N: It wouldn't make sense to put a 'v' here) starts zee trouble? I just vant to have fun."
"Right, so the. . .the kiss was just fun, right?" I asked happily, betraying the sinking feeling quickly filling my body.
"Vould you be disappointed if zee correct answer vas no?"
A wave of relief washed over me.
"Not. . .not at all."
"Really?"
"Really."
"So, does zis mean zat. . .you know. . ." he trailed off, leaving me confused.
"No, I don't think I know."
He sighed, irritated, obviously not wanting to come out and say it.
"Ven two people like each ozzer, zey are called. . ."
"Oh! Boyfriend and girlfriend."
"Yes."
"What, are those words not in your vocabulary?" I joked. He chuckled.
"No, I just vanted *you* to say it so you know you're actually *agreeing* to zis. . .agreement."
"Now you make it sound like I'm buying a car."
"Zee Kurt-Master 5000!"
"That sounds like more of a vacuum name."
"Vat's zee matter vith vacuums?"
"They're a household cleaning item. I'm dating something sold on the Home-Shopping Network?"
"Can zee ozzer vacuums kiss as vell as I do?" he asked slyly.
I blushed.
"I don't—"
Cut off again. When he stopped for air, I gasped and blushed again.
"No."
He smirked.
"Zat's vat I zought."
I was in Kurt's lap. He had taken me in his arms for the kiss, and now, I was content to sit there for eternity. We were both looking into the sky, his chin on my shoulder and his arms around my waist. Kurt was surprisingly strong for someone of his stature. He was a bit smaller and didn't look as buff as other boys in our grade, but believe me, he was.
"What's that?" I questioned, feeling something around my waist besides his arms. It was curled around my waist *under* my shirt, and it felt. . .fuzzy? I looked at Kurt and he was blushing.
"It's my tail," he muttered. "Sometimes it actually has a mind of its own. Is it uncomfortable? Because I could–-"
This time, I cut *him* off. Afterward, I smiled.
"It's soft. Really soft. Not uncomfortable in the least. Is it sensitive?"
He was just about to answer when I reached under my shirt and stroked it gently. Kurt gulped and started blushing. Smiling, I stroked it a couple more times. He started breathing heavily. I stopped.
"It's. . .*very*. . .sensitive."
I smirked.
"Is it now? I'll have to remember that."
His breathing returned to normal and he stared at me.
"Are you crazy?"
"Why, you haven't figured that out by now?"
"No, I mean it. If you vould have kept on stroking it. . .sometimes I can't control myself."
I turned redder than a tomato.
"Oh."
"Zat's vat I vas trying to tell you. Next time, *vait*."
"Yeah, ok."
Kurt's tail unraveled leisurely from my waist. The tip started to go up and down my spine, *agonizingly* slow, giving me chills. Sweat broke out on my forehead. I straightened my back; it kept going.
"It seems I have found zee 'on' switch, hmm?"
"K-k-urt, this isn't just your t-tail?"
"No, I'm doing *zis* on my own."
I moaned. He stopped and returned his tail to my waist. I looked up at him, frowning.
"You did that just to get back at me!"
"So vat if I did?"
"I'll get you my pretty, and your little dog, too, eh hee hee hee hee," I said in that 'Wicked Witch of the West' voice. Then in my normal voice, I said, "Actually, *you* would be the dog, wouldn't you?"
"Very funny. I guess you vant me, zee vacuum cleaner dog boyfriend, to get you down?"
"It would be nice, yeah."
Kurt gave me an over dramatic sigh, but 'ported us back to the ground, right in front of the main doors. When we appeared, he was holding me in his arms. He grinned at me.
"I'm your Prince Charming, ja?"
I smiled.
"Sure, Kurt. Prince Charming, the dog."
He set me down and we set off for the mansion to do, whatever.
"Zat hurts Cryees. It really does."
"It does? Let me numb the pain."
I shot a small jet of ice-cold water at his chest. He jumped.
"Ach! Cold, cold, cold!"
"Feel better?"
He stopped jumping up and down and got a maniac glint in his eye.
"I vill."
One second later I was hopelessly careening toward the deep end of the pool, Kurt next to me. In a puff of smoke, he disappeared and I was alone. Then I remembered, ~Doi, I can control water.~
Summoning up all the strength and control I had, I maneuvered the water so that I landed feet first on dry ground, with waves raging on either side of me. A mini-tsunami lifted me up, out and onto the dry ground, where Kurt was standing, grinning wildy.
"Feel better *now*?"
He smiled.
"You know I'd feel good any time I'm vith you." (A/N: I know, sappy, mushy, whatever you want to call it, but. . .DEAL WITH IT! Back to the story.)
I just shook my head and took his hand.
"See this?" I asked, looking up at him and holding up our intertwined hands. He nodded. "It means that you're *mine*, and if anyone says otherwise, they'll be hearin' from me. Got it?"
He smiled again, shaking his head.
"You sure are one forceful girlfriend."
"You expected something different?"
"No. You are vonderful just zee vay you are."
"Thank you Kurt."
"Vhy vould I say ozzervise?"
We kissed, and walked toward the mansion once again. Then Kurt stopped.
"What is it?"
He smacked his forehead, dragging his hand down his face.
"Ach, I just remembered zat I have somezing for you. I didn't know if I vas going to give it to you before, but now I vill. Stay here; I'll be right back." Kurt ported away. I sat down on a nearby bench, a dreamy look upon my face. Logan walked by, seeing my starstruck appearance.
"Everything okay, Tidepool?"
"I'm dating a vacuum cleaner," I replied not even paying attention to him, off in 'La La Land.'
Logan didn't know what to think about that, so he did what he'd been told to do in these situations. He walked away, muttering,
"I'm not even gonna ask."
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~something~=private thoughts
*something*=emphasized words
~Well, there's no way I can call Chuck now.~ I thought.
Kurt pulled away, and I looked down, embarrassed. There was silence for a while. Then, Kurt seemed to realize that he was still *on* me, and leaped off hurriedly, crouching nearby. I sat up shakily, extending my arms behind with my legs stretched out in front. My head s till hung down in front of my chest. He cleared his throat. We both spoke at the same time.
"You know—"
"I von't—"
More silence.
"You first, Kurt." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him nod, then reach for my arm. Before I could say or do anything, we were on the roof of the mansion, sitting next to each other cross-legged. "Warn me if you're going to do that!" I scolded, finally bringing my head up to look at him, but not make eye contact.
He grinned sheepishly.
"Privacy," was all he said. I nodded; he relaxed a bit. Trying to speak over the lump in my throat, I asked,
"Gonna say anything?"
Kurt gave a weak chuckle, but turned his eyes to lock on mine, smiling. Being only a foot or two away from me, his gaze was pretty intense. I swallowed thickly.
"Vat's wrong?" he asked, looking concerned.
"Nothing," I muttered, tearing away from his penetrating stare to peer at the sky. "It's just that every time I look at you, I seem to get into trouble."
He laughed again, this time confident, sounding like his old joking self.
"Zat might be true Cryees, but is it not you who(A/N: It wouldn't make sense to put a 'v' here) starts zee trouble? I just vant to have fun."
"Right, so the. . .the kiss was just fun, right?" I asked happily, betraying the sinking feeling quickly filling my body.
"Vould you be disappointed if zee correct answer vas no?"
A wave of relief washed over me.
"Not. . .not at all."
"Really?"
"Really."
"So, does zis mean zat. . .you know. . ." he trailed off, leaving me confused.
"No, I don't think I know."
He sighed, irritated, obviously not wanting to come out and say it.
"Ven two people like each ozzer, zey are called. . ."
"Oh! Boyfriend and girlfriend."
"Yes."
"What, are those words not in your vocabulary?" I joked. He chuckled.
"No, I just vanted *you* to say it so you know you're actually *agreeing* to zis. . .agreement."
"Now you make it sound like I'm buying a car."
"Zee Kurt-Master 5000!"
"That sounds like more of a vacuum name."
"Vat's zee matter vith vacuums?"
"They're a household cleaning item. I'm dating something sold on the Home-Shopping Network?"
"Can zee ozzer vacuums kiss as vell as I do?" he asked slyly.
I blushed.
"I don't—"
Cut off again. When he stopped for air, I gasped and blushed again.
"No."
He smirked.
"Zat's vat I zought."
I was in Kurt's lap. He had taken me in his arms for the kiss, and now, I was content to sit there for eternity. We were both looking into the sky, his chin on my shoulder and his arms around my waist. Kurt was surprisingly strong for someone of his stature. He was a bit smaller and didn't look as buff as other boys in our grade, but believe me, he was.
"What's that?" I questioned, feeling something around my waist besides his arms. It was curled around my waist *under* my shirt, and it felt. . .fuzzy? I looked at Kurt and he was blushing.
"It's my tail," he muttered. "Sometimes it actually has a mind of its own. Is it uncomfortable? Because I could–-"
This time, I cut *him* off. Afterward, I smiled.
"It's soft. Really soft. Not uncomfortable in the least. Is it sensitive?"
He was just about to answer when I reached under my shirt and stroked it gently. Kurt gulped and started blushing. Smiling, I stroked it a couple more times. He started breathing heavily. I stopped.
"It's. . .*very*. . .sensitive."
I smirked.
"Is it now? I'll have to remember that."
His breathing returned to normal and he stared at me.
"Are you crazy?"
"Why, you haven't figured that out by now?"
"No, I mean it. If you vould have kept on stroking it. . .sometimes I can't control myself."
I turned redder than a tomato.
"Oh."
"Zat's vat I vas trying to tell you. Next time, *vait*."
"Yeah, ok."
Kurt's tail unraveled leisurely from my waist. The tip started to go up and down my spine, *agonizingly* slow, giving me chills. Sweat broke out on my forehead. I straightened my back; it kept going.
"It seems I have found zee 'on' switch, hmm?"
"K-k-urt, this isn't just your t-tail?"
"No, I'm doing *zis* on my own."
I moaned. He stopped and returned his tail to my waist. I looked up at him, frowning.
"You did that just to get back at me!"
"So vat if I did?"
"I'll get you my pretty, and your little dog, too, eh hee hee hee hee," I said in that 'Wicked Witch of the West' voice. Then in my normal voice, I said, "Actually, *you* would be the dog, wouldn't you?"
"Very funny. I guess you vant me, zee vacuum cleaner dog boyfriend, to get you down?"
"It would be nice, yeah."
Kurt gave me an over dramatic sigh, but 'ported us back to the ground, right in front of the main doors. When we appeared, he was holding me in his arms. He grinned at me.
"I'm your Prince Charming, ja?"
I smiled.
"Sure, Kurt. Prince Charming, the dog."
He set me down and we set off for the mansion to do, whatever.
"Zat hurts Cryees. It really does."
"It does? Let me numb the pain."
I shot a small jet of ice-cold water at his chest. He jumped.
"Ach! Cold, cold, cold!"
"Feel better?"
He stopped jumping up and down and got a maniac glint in his eye.
"I vill."
One second later I was hopelessly careening toward the deep end of the pool, Kurt next to me. In a puff of smoke, he disappeared and I was alone. Then I remembered, ~Doi, I can control water.~
Summoning up all the strength and control I had, I maneuvered the water so that I landed feet first on dry ground, with waves raging on either side of me. A mini-tsunami lifted me up, out and onto the dry ground, where Kurt was standing, grinning wildy.
"Feel better *now*?"
He smiled.
"You know I'd feel good any time I'm vith you." (A/N: I know, sappy, mushy, whatever you want to call it, but. . .DEAL WITH IT! Back to the story.)
I just shook my head and took his hand.
"See this?" I asked, looking up at him and holding up our intertwined hands. He nodded. "It means that you're *mine*, and if anyone says otherwise, they'll be hearin' from me. Got it?"
He smiled again, shaking his head.
"You sure are one forceful girlfriend."
"You expected something different?"
"No. You are vonderful just zee vay you are."
"Thank you Kurt."
"Vhy vould I say ozzervise?"
We kissed, and walked toward the mansion once again. Then Kurt stopped.
"What is it?"
He smacked his forehead, dragging his hand down his face.
"Ach, I just remembered zat I have somezing for you. I didn't know if I vas going to give it to you before, but now I vill. Stay here; I'll be right back." Kurt ported away. I sat down on a nearby bench, a dreamy look upon my face. Logan walked by, seeing my starstruck appearance.
"Everything okay, Tidepool?"
"I'm dating a vacuum cleaner," I replied not even paying attention to him, off in 'La La Land.'
Logan didn't know what to think about that, so he did what he'd been told to do in these situations. He walked away, muttering,
"I'm not even gonna ask."
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