A.N. Thanks for the reviews, I really appreciate them. Would like some
more, though. *Frowns*
Yay, I'm having so much fun writing this fic! This chapter is more based on the Kurt/Kitty relationship side of the story, but there is more craziness and pranks in future chapters! Have fun reading;)
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Chapter Three - Close Call
ONE WEEK LATER:
Kurt Wagner slumped against his pillow and stared up at the ceiling, wishing he could be somebody else. Anybody else, just someone who didn't have furry blue skin and a tail. Kitty had been avoiding him all week. Every time he tried to talk to her, she would make some lame excuse and dash off. At first he had wanted to talk to her to ask if she had meant it when she kissed him, if it was real. Now he just wanted her to stop avoiding him like he had the plague. So what if they had kissed? Things could go back to the way they used to be couldn't they? 'No, they couldn't,' a little voice inside him said, 'things will never be the same.' Kurt stood up abruptly, shaking his head to rid his mind of these negative thoughts. He went to the window and looked out into the grounds, watching some of the younger students play a game of baseball.
Kitty looked up as a movement at one of the windows caught her eye. She saw a blue face staring out at the baseball pitch, some hundred yards or so away from her. She stared up between the branches of the oak tree she was sitting in and sighed. Her diary that she had just been writing in fell open on her lap and she looked down at the page.
". . . and then I leaned in and kissed him. I don't know what I was doing, all I know is that I felt an uncontrollable desire to do it, so I did. While I was kissing him, I felt a surge of. . . passion for him, a longing to go even further. I wanted it to last forever, to never let his lips part from mine. All of a sudden, I realised what I was doing. I pulled away and ran off. I felt so bad, but I just lost my mind. Then I heard from Rogue that he slipped on something in the bathroom (probably the tanning lotion) and fell, and he had to go to the hospital wing for a day. I don't know what to do, I want to apologise, but I wouldn't know what to say. . . "
Kitty glanced up through the branches of the oak towards Kurt's window and saw him turn and disappear back inside. 'I suppose I have to do it sometime,' she thought, 'so I might as well get it over with. Plus, I feel really guilty.' She sighed and phased through the branches of the tree, landing with a soft thud on the dry earth. She closed her diary and headed towards the front door.
At dinner that night, Kitty was unusually quiet. She sat thinking about how she would apologise to Kurt, mulling it over as she moved her food around her plate listlessly with her fork. When Jean finally realised that Kitty's meal would not be going anywhere other than in the bin, she gathered up the plates and Kitty rose, heading off up the stairs. When she got to Kurt's door, she knocked and waited. No sounds of movement were apparent, so she raised her hand to knock again. Just then, the door opened, and Kurt appeared in his boxer shorts. He looked quite surprised to see her and stuttered, "Uh, Kitty. . . I. . . I didn't. . . I thought you were Scott. I mean, I thought the knocking was Scott." He finished, grinning embarrassedly.
"Um, Kurt, can I come in?" She asked, trying to avoid staring at him.
"Sure." He put on a loose shirt, leaving the buttons undone, and indicated her to sit down.
She sat down on his bed and stared at the floor for a few minutes, before she realised he was looking at her, waiting for her to say something.
"Kurt. . . I'm. . . I'm really sorry. For letting you slip over on that fake tan. And for. . . for what happened. . . between us. And for not talking to you all week and avoiding your eyes and for running away every time you came near and. . . and. . . I'm just really sorry." She finished lamely, looking down at her feet.
"Kitty! You don't know how happy I am! I thought you would never talk to me again, I thought it was the end of our friendship!" And with that excited note, he bounded over and hugged her, squashing her arms against her sides.
Kitty stiffened and she felt Kurt tense, realising his mistake. He looked down, let go and started to stammer an excuse but was stopped when, for the second time, Kitty pulled him into a kiss.
This time she didn't stop or pull away, instead she got stronger, deepening the kiss. She hesitated, pulled back and looked sheepishly at Kurt, expecting him to ask her what the hell she was thinking, but he pulled her in towards him and kissed her back, his tail wrapping itself around her waist. She responded, this time throwing her whole self into it, feeling his strong arms around her, his passionate kiss pulling her in. She felt as if she was on fire, her body pressing into his, wanting to be one body, totally in tune with his. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before, she wanted it to go on forever.
Knock, knock.
Kurt and Kitty sprung apart as if they had been burned, just in time. Rogue pushed open the door and walked in. She looked at the two of them, her eyes narrowing as she looked from one guilty face to the other. "You two are up to something."
"Rogue. . . "
"This isn't what it looks like."
"You've gotta believe us. . . "
She shook her head, looking at them triumphantly. "I'm not stupid you know, I know what's going on." She paused, watching the frightened expressions on their faces. "Well, whatever it is, count me out. I'm already in trouble with the professor."
Kurt and Kitty breathed sighs of relief as Rogue turned to leave. They turned to look at each other, grinning sheepishly.
"Oh. . . "
They tensed, each expecting the worse.
"By the way, it's training time."
Kitty let out her breath and Kurt whispered a sigh of relief under his breath as they followed the southern brunette out of the room.
Yay, I'm having so much fun writing this fic! This chapter is more based on the Kurt/Kitty relationship side of the story, but there is more craziness and pranks in future chapters! Have fun reading;)
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Chapter Three - Close Call
ONE WEEK LATER:
Kurt Wagner slumped against his pillow and stared up at the ceiling, wishing he could be somebody else. Anybody else, just someone who didn't have furry blue skin and a tail. Kitty had been avoiding him all week. Every time he tried to talk to her, she would make some lame excuse and dash off. At first he had wanted to talk to her to ask if she had meant it when she kissed him, if it was real. Now he just wanted her to stop avoiding him like he had the plague. So what if they had kissed? Things could go back to the way they used to be couldn't they? 'No, they couldn't,' a little voice inside him said, 'things will never be the same.' Kurt stood up abruptly, shaking his head to rid his mind of these negative thoughts. He went to the window and looked out into the grounds, watching some of the younger students play a game of baseball.
Kitty looked up as a movement at one of the windows caught her eye. She saw a blue face staring out at the baseball pitch, some hundred yards or so away from her. She stared up between the branches of the oak tree she was sitting in and sighed. Her diary that she had just been writing in fell open on her lap and she looked down at the page.
". . . and then I leaned in and kissed him. I don't know what I was doing, all I know is that I felt an uncontrollable desire to do it, so I did. While I was kissing him, I felt a surge of. . . passion for him, a longing to go even further. I wanted it to last forever, to never let his lips part from mine. All of a sudden, I realised what I was doing. I pulled away and ran off. I felt so bad, but I just lost my mind. Then I heard from Rogue that he slipped on something in the bathroom (probably the tanning lotion) and fell, and he had to go to the hospital wing for a day. I don't know what to do, I want to apologise, but I wouldn't know what to say. . . "
Kitty glanced up through the branches of the oak towards Kurt's window and saw him turn and disappear back inside. 'I suppose I have to do it sometime,' she thought, 'so I might as well get it over with. Plus, I feel really guilty.' She sighed and phased through the branches of the tree, landing with a soft thud on the dry earth. She closed her diary and headed towards the front door.
At dinner that night, Kitty was unusually quiet. She sat thinking about how she would apologise to Kurt, mulling it over as she moved her food around her plate listlessly with her fork. When Jean finally realised that Kitty's meal would not be going anywhere other than in the bin, she gathered up the plates and Kitty rose, heading off up the stairs. When she got to Kurt's door, she knocked and waited. No sounds of movement were apparent, so she raised her hand to knock again. Just then, the door opened, and Kurt appeared in his boxer shorts. He looked quite surprised to see her and stuttered, "Uh, Kitty. . . I. . . I didn't. . . I thought you were Scott. I mean, I thought the knocking was Scott." He finished, grinning embarrassedly.
"Um, Kurt, can I come in?" She asked, trying to avoid staring at him.
"Sure." He put on a loose shirt, leaving the buttons undone, and indicated her to sit down.
She sat down on his bed and stared at the floor for a few minutes, before she realised he was looking at her, waiting for her to say something.
"Kurt. . . I'm. . . I'm really sorry. For letting you slip over on that fake tan. And for. . . for what happened. . . between us. And for not talking to you all week and avoiding your eyes and for running away every time you came near and. . . and. . . I'm just really sorry." She finished lamely, looking down at her feet.
"Kitty! You don't know how happy I am! I thought you would never talk to me again, I thought it was the end of our friendship!" And with that excited note, he bounded over and hugged her, squashing her arms against her sides.
Kitty stiffened and she felt Kurt tense, realising his mistake. He looked down, let go and started to stammer an excuse but was stopped when, for the second time, Kitty pulled him into a kiss.
This time she didn't stop or pull away, instead she got stronger, deepening the kiss. She hesitated, pulled back and looked sheepishly at Kurt, expecting him to ask her what the hell she was thinking, but he pulled her in towards him and kissed her back, his tail wrapping itself around her waist. She responded, this time throwing her whole self into it, feeling his strong arms around her, his passionate kiss pulling her in. She felt as if she was on fire, her body pressing into his, wanting to be one body, totally in tune with his. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before, she wanted it to go on forever.
Knock, knock.
Kurt and Kitty sprung apart as if they had been burned, just in time. Rogue pushed open the door and walked in. She looked at the two of them, her eyes narrowing as she looked from one guilty face to the other. "You two are up to something."
"Rogue. . . "
"This isn't what it looks like."
"You've gotta believe us. . . "
She shook her head, looking at them triumphantly. "I'm not stupid you know, I know what's going on." She paused, watching the frightened expressions on their faces. "Well, whatever it is, count me out. I'm already in trouble with the professor."
Kurt and Kitty breathed sighs of relief as Rogue turned to leave. They turned to look at each other, grinning sheepishly.
"Oh. . . "
They tensed, each expecting the worse.
"By the way, it's training time."
Kitty let out her breath and Kurt whispered a sigh of relief under his breath as they followed the southern brunette out of the room.