A.N. I decided I would be extra nice, since the last one was such a short
chapter, to post chapter two as well, so here it is! I still expect reviews
though, or else no chapter three. And the faster the reviews come, the
faster the chapter will come because I've written it already, it's just
sitting on my computer waiting to be posted. Enjoy:)
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Chapter Two - Summer in a bottle
A FORTNIGHT LATER:
Kitty giggled as she watched Jean reach for her face cleanser. The incident with Kurt a couple of weeks ago totally forgotten, she huddled down, stifling her laughter. Kurt was crouched next to her in the towel cupboard, watching the scene through the slits in the door with an expression of childish glee. 'Lucky it's early in the morning,' she thought, 'or else Jean would have probably sensed that we're here.'
Kurt screwed up his face with the effort it took to hold in his laughter. "Any minute now. . . " He whispered.
Kitty watched in anticipation as Jean washed the foamy substance off her face and looked up into the mirror. A look of horror spread across her face.
"KATHERINE PRYDE, KURT WAGNER, JUST WAIT TILL I GET MY HANDS ON YOU TWO!" Came the angry shout out of her bright orange mouth, accompanied by a look of lethal determination on her bright orange face.
Kurt shook beside Kitty in the cupboard, tears streaming down his face as Jean stormed out of the bathroom and stomped up the stairs. When they were pretty sure Jean was out of earshot, Kurt burst out laughing, rolling around on the floor and holding his sides. His tail was whipping from side to side, causing Kitty to press herself against the shelves in order to avoid it. When a particularly hard slap hit her leg, she grabbed it and pulled it as hard as she could. Kurt's laughs turned into shrieks of pain as he ripped his tail out of her hands and nursed it, glaring up at her.
"Well, it hurt!" She said, an indignant look on her face.
"There was no reason to try and pull it off though!" He replied, still massaging his tail.
Just as suddenly as he had turned serious, he burst out laughing again, whacking his fist on the ground. "Did you see the orange?" He cried.
Kitty smirked. "I don't think Jean tans very well," she remarked.
"We better hope she's angry enough that she forgets to use her powers or we're dead meat!" Kurt said, still trying to muffle the sound of his laughter.
Kitty surveyed Kurt for a second. He looked so cute when he laughed. She loved his pointy ears and his sweet smile. 'What am I thinking?' She thought, shaking herself mentally.
"Kurt. . . we better get outta here before Jean comes back," she said, standing up.
Kurt grabbed on to her shoulders and pulled himself up, too weak from laughing to do it alone. As he reached Kitty's eye level, she got the strangest sensation in her stomach. She looked at his blue face. 'It's such a nice shade of blue,' she thought. Her eyes danced with silent laughter as she thought how funny that sounded. She looked into his eyes and suddenly felt the urge to hold him, hug him, be with him. Without thinking, she leaned in and brushed her lips against his. She pulled him in and started to deepen the kiss. Abruptly, she jerked back into reality. She pulled away and stared at him, not quite seeing. Suddenly she realised what she had just done.
"Uh. . . I. . . "
"K. . . Ki. . . Kitty?"
"Kurt, I'm so sorry, I don't know what I was thinking."
"Kitty. . . "
"Gotta go." Kitty backed away from Kurt, her face bright red, phasing through anything that crossed her path.
Kurt burst out of the cupboard, looking around the bathroom for her. He bounded towards the doorway, not noticing the discarded cleanser bottle on the floor in front of him. Almost in slow motion, he skidded the length of the bathroom and fell with a crash into the door.
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Chapter Two - Summer in a bottle
A FORTNIGHT LATER:
Kitty giggled as she watched Jean reach for her face cleanser. The incident with Kurt a couple of weeks ago totally forgotten, she huddled down, stifling her laughter. Kurt was crouched next to her in the towel cupboard, watching the scene through the slits in the door with an expression of childish glee. 'Lucky it's early in the morning,' she thought, 'or else Jean would have probably sensed that we're here.'
Kurt screwed up his face with the effort it took to hold in his laughter. "Any minute now. . . " He whispered.
Kitty watched in anticipation as Jean washed the foamy substance off her face and looked up into the mirror. A look of horror spread across her face.
"KATHERINE PRYDE, KURT WAGNER, JUST WAIT TILL I GET MY HANDS ON YOU TWO!" Came the angry shout out of her bright orange mouth, accompanied by a look of lethal determination on her bright orange face.
Kurt shook beside Kitty in the cupboard, tears streaming down his face as Jean stormed out of the bathroom and stomped up the stairs. When they were pretty sure Jean was out of earshot, Kurt burst out laughing, rolling around on the floor and holding his sides. His tail was whipping from side to side, causing Kitty to press herself against the shelves in order to avoid it. When a particularly hard slap hit her leg, she grabbed it and pulled it as hard as she could. Kurt's laughs turned into shrieks of pain as he ripped his tail out of her hands and nursed it, glaring up at her.
"Well, it hurt!" She said, an indignant look on her face.
"There was no reason to try and pull it off though!" He replied, still massaging his tail.
Just as suddenly as he had turned serious, he burst out laughing again, whacking his fist on the ground. "Did you see the orange?" He cried.
Kitty smirked. "I don't think Jean tans very well," she remarked.
"We better hope she's angry enough that she forgets to use her powers or we're dead meat!" Kurt said, still trying to muffle the sound of his laughter.
Kitty surveyed Kurt for a second. He looked so cute when he laughed. She loved his pointy ears and his sweet smile. 'What am I thinking?' She thought, shaking herself mentally.
"Kurt. . . we better get outta here before Jean comes back," she said, standing up.
Kurt grabbed on to her shoulders and pulled himself up, too weak from laughing to do it alone. As he reached Kitty's eye level, she got the strangest sensation in her stomach. She looked at his blue face. 'It's such a nice shade of blue,' she thought. Her eyes danced with silent laughter as she thought how funny that sounded. She looked into his eyes and suddenly felt the urge to hold him, hug him, be with him. Without thinking, she leaned in and brushed her lips against his. She pulled him in and started to deepen the kiss. Abruptly, she jerked back into reality. She pulled away and stared at him, not quite seeing. Suddenly she realised what she had just done.
"Uh. . . I. . . "
"K. . . Ki. . . Kitty?"
"Kurt, I'm so sorry, I don't know what I was thinking."
"Kitty. . . "
"Gotta go." Kitty backed away from Kurt, her face bright red, phasing through anything that crossed her path.
Kurt burst out of the cupboard, looking around the bathroom for her. He bounded towards the doorway, not noticing the discarded cleanser bottle on the floor in front of him. Almost in slow motion, he skidded the length of the bathroom and fell with a crash into the door.