A.N. Sorry about the wait, I've been snowboarding the last few days - It
was so much fun, hope you're all jealous :P
Hey thanks so much for all the reviews, I felt a bit unloved for a while
there until ParkerFloyd kindly pointed out to me that I had to change my
settings so I could get unsigned reviews. (How dumb can I get?) I got quite
a lot of signed ones too, which I'm thankful for. Keep them coming though,
I haven't had any for a few days. So anyway, here's the chapter, and it's
dedicated to ParkerFloyd:
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Chapter Four - Kiss, Interrupted
IN THE DANGER ROOM:
Kitty swerved from side to side, trying to outrun the orange paintball blaster. This was quite hard, as she wasn't exactly concentrating on her training. She kept glancing over at Kurt, trying to figure out what had just happened. Her head was still spinning from their mind-blowing kiss, and on top of that, she was trying to figure out her feelings for him.
She chanced a quick look in his direction. He was looking at her, but when her eyes met his, he looked away and dashed behind a rock. Did she like him? She certainly felt like it when they kissed. But was that just the effect his kiss had on her? Then again. . . if that was the effect of the kiss, she definitely wanted to keep doing it.
Kitty was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice Jean until she ran straight into her.
"Jean, I'm so sorry!" She stammered, backing up.
"Kitty! I was right in front of you, how come you didn't see me?"
"I guess my mind was somewhere else." She desperately hoped Jean would not try and find out where exactly her mind had been.
"Oh yeah? Maybe I should see what was so distracting that you couldn't focus on what you were meant to be doing." She replied shrewdly, placing a finger to her temple to concentrate.
Kitty blanched. "No!" She yelled, causing Jean to jump in fright. "I mean-"
Kitty was saved from having to make up an excuse by the paintball blaster rounding a corner to face them. Jean focused her attention on the small hovering object and threw it as far as her mind could, before dashing after it, leaving Kitty to continue her frantic running. Her thoughts returned to the thing that had caused the whole ordeal in the first place. What was she going to do? She was pretty sure she liked Kurt, but what if he didn't like her? She wished she could talk to him, but he was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, she heard him teleport beside her, making her stop in her tracks. All doubts vanished from her head when she looked into his hypnotic yellow eyes.
"Kitty, I was wondering. . ."
SPLAT.
A paintball hit Kitty directly between her shoulders.
SPLAT. SPLAT.
Two more paintballs hit Kurt right in the face, not quite hiding the look of astonishment on it, as usually he was one of the last to get hit, due to his ability to teleport.
Sighing resignedly, Kitty led the way to the door, Kurt following closely in her wake. Outside, the professor sat waiting for them.
"Kitty, I would have expected more from you. Five minutes and you've already been hit, it's not your style." He turned to look at the blue mutant beside her. "And Kurt, is there something wrong?" He asked, genuine concern in his eyes, "I've never seen you this distracted before."
"Uh. . . no, Professor. I just have a lot on my mind." Kurt replied, looking slightly ashamed.
"I won't pry, but unless you've cleaned up your act tomorrow, you'll be having extra sessions with Logan."
"It won't happen again Professor, I promise!" The look of fear on Kurt's face was evident.
There was a twinkle in the professor's eye as he told them they could go. He knew how much his students dreaded Logan's training sessions.
"I hope the Professor didn't read our minds back there," Kitty whispered once they reached the safety of the hallway, "Or else he'll know why we're distracted."
Kurt looked at her, concern filling his eyes. "And that's a bad thing?" He asked.
"It's not that I don't want other people to know, it's just. . . you know what they're like when it comes to things like this." Replied Kitty, indicating her head towards the Danger Room.
"Oh yeah." Kurt nodded. "Should we keep them in the dark for the moment then?"
"I think it would be the best thing to do. Besides, I don't want anyone trying to steal you away from me," she added playfully.
"Now why would they do that?" Kurt asked in mock seriousness.
"Because if they knew how good a kisser you were, I wouldn't have a chance." Kitty smiled cheekily.
"Well I guess it's a good thing they don't know then," said Kurt, "or I wouldn't be able to do this." He kissed her playfully on the cheek.
"And I wouldn't be able to do this." She said, kissing him on the lips.
"And I wouldn't-"
"What are you two doing out here?" Came the voice of a very annoyed Scott Summers, who was walking down the hallway towards them.
"Scott! We were just. . ."
"We got hit so the Professor let us go." Recovered Kurt, who was a bit quicker than Kitty when it came to suspicious situations. "Which means. . ."
"Yes, yes, I got hit too!" Said Scott angrily. "And if I see you two lurking around the corridors again, I'll put in a word with Logan to give you some more sessions!" He added, storming off down the hall.
"Phew."
"Lucky he was too worked up about getting hit to think about us." Kurt said, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Ha! This must be the first time ever he wasn't the last one left! No wonder he was pissed off."
"Yeah. . . Anyway, where were we?"
"Right about. . . here." Kurt replied, putting his hands around Kitty's slim waist and leaning in to finish what they had started.
"Not here!" Kitty hissed, phasing the both of them down a floor, where they landed with a soft 'thump' on the couch in the lounge. "We don't want any more people walking in on us."
"Well, where can we go? I mean, our rooms are practically thoroughfares for everyone else." Kurt pointed out.
"Come with me." Kitty said, grabbing his hand. She pulled him outside to the tennis courts and phased them down to where the X-Jet was kept. As they stood on the shiny cold floor looking up at the jet, Kitty whispered, "Up there."
Kurt looked at her lovingly, grabbed her waist and 'ported the both of them up into the cool, dark interior of the X-Jet.
Kitty smiled, walked over to one of the comfy seats, and motioned Kurt beside her. He obeyed, and pushed back the armrest separating the two of them. He took one of her hands in both of his and looked at her. Kitty stared back, mesmerised by his cat-like eyes.
"Kurt. . ." She blurted out, just as he said her name.
"You go." He said, looking at her.
"Kurt. . . I think. . . I mean. . . Kurt, I like you." She said hesitantly, looking up at him hopefully. Kurt's face was unreadable and she started regretting what she said, doubts filling her mind.
Just when she was thinking about phasing away in embarrassment, Kurt leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. "So do I." He said softly.
She pulled him towards her, happy beyond words, and kissed him. She felt a longing for him, intensified even more when they were this close, that she couldn't understand. She could feel it in him too, a yearning to be with each other.
Suddenly, Scott's voice carried softly up to them, replied to by the professor, Jean and Storm. Kurt broke away from Kitty, a startled look on his face.
"I'll see what it is," Kitty reassured him, and phased her head through the side of the X-Jet, just enough to see outside. The professor was wheeling past, flanked on either side by Jean, Scott and Storm, all of them deep in conversation as they headed towards the door at the opposite end of the room. Kitty phased back and took Kurt's hand once more. "They're going, it's okay," she said.
"Good. . ." Kurt murmured, leaning in and picking up where they had left off. Kitty's mind went blank as she forgot about the professor, about the institute, about herself, and focused on nothing but the kiss. She lifted herself off her seat and sat on Kurt's lap, his arms around her as she ran her hands through his hair, still locked in their passionate kiss, which melted into an eternity.
At the doorway of the room below, a small smile played on Charles Xavier's face as he turned to look up at the X-Jet, before wheeling out of the room, closing the door behind him.
- The End -
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Awww wasn't that nice of him? By the way, I just realised I haven't done it already so:
Disclaimer: I don't own anything at all connected to X-men, that company that did the comics does. I only own the story. And some day Kurt. But until then, it is only the story *sighs*.
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Chapter Four - Kiss, Interrupted
IN THE DANGER ROOM:
Kitty swerved from side to side, trying to outrun the orange paintball blaster. This was quite hard, as she wasn't exactly concentrating on her training. She kept glancing over at Kurt, trying to figure out what had just happened. Her head was still spinning from their mind-blowing kiss, and on top of that, she was trying to figure out her feelings for him.
She chanced a quick look in his direction. He was looking at her, but when her eyes met his, he looked away and dashed behind a rock. Did she like him? She certainly felt like it when they kissed. But was that just the effect his kiss had on her? Then again. . . if that was the effect of the kiss, she definitely wanted to keep doing it.
Kitty was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice Jean until she ran straight into her.
"Jean, I'm so sorry!" She stammered, backing up.
"Kitty! I was right in front of you, how come you didn't see me?"
"I guess my mind was somewhere else." She desperately hoped Jean would not try and find out where exactly her mind had been.
"Oh yeah? Maybe I should see what was so distracting that you couldn't focus on what you were meant to be doing." She replied shrewdly, placing a finger to her temple to concentrate.
Kitty blanched. "No!" She yelled, causing Jean to jump in fright. "I mean-"
Kitty was saved from having to make up an excuse by the paintball blaster rounding a corner to face them. Jean focused her attention on the small hovering object and threw it as far as her mind could, before dashing after it, leaving Kitty to continue her frantic running. Her thoughts returned to the thing that had caused the whole ordeal in the first place. What was she going to do? She was pretty sure she liked Kurt, but what if he didn't like her? She wished she could talk to him, but he was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, she heard him teleport beside her, making her stop in her tracks. All doubts vanished from her head when she looked into his hypnotic yellow eyes.
"Kitty, I was wondering. . ."
SPLAT.
A paintball hit Kitty directly between her shoulders.
SPLAT. SPLAT.
Two more paintballs hit Kurt right in the face, not quite hiding the look of astonishment on it, as usually he was one of the last to get hit, due to his ability to teleport.
Sighing resignedly, Kitty led the way to the door, Kurt following closely in her wake. Outside, the professor sat waiting for them.
"Kitty, I would have expected more from you. Five minutes and you've already been hit, it's not your style." He turned to look at the blue mutant beside her. "And Kurt, is there something wrong?" He asked, genuine concern in his eyes, "I've never seen you this distracted before."
"Uh. . . no, Professor. I just have a lot on my mind." Kurt replied, looking slightly ashamed.
"I won't pry, but unless you've cleaned up your act tomorrow, you'll be having extra sessions with Logan."
"It won't happen again Professor, I promise!" The look of fear on Kurt's face was evident.
There was a twinkle in the professor's eye as he told them they could go. He knew how much his students dreaded Logan's training sessions.
"I hope the Professor didn't read our minds back there," Kitty whispered once they reached the safety of the hallway, "Or else he'll know why we're distracted."
Kurt looked at her, concern filling his eyes. "And that's a bad thing?" He asked.
"It's not that I don't want other people to know, it's just. . . you know what they're like when it comes to things like this." Replied Kitty, indicating her head towards the Danger Room.
"Oh yeah." Kurt nodded. "Should we keep them in the dark for the moment then?"
"I think it would be the best thing to do. Besides, I don't want anyone trying to steal you away from me," she added playfully.
"Now why would they do that?" Kurt asked in mock seriousness.
"Because if they knew how good a kisser you were, I wouldn't have a chance." Kitty smiled cheekily.
"Well I guess it's a good thing they don't know then," said Kurt, "or I wouldn't be able to do this." He kissed her playfully on the cheek.
"And I wouldn't be able to do this." She said, kissing him on the lips.
"And I wouldn't-"
"What are you two doing out here?" Came the voice of a very annoyed Scott Summers, who was walking down the hallway towards them.
"Scott! We were just. . ."
"We got hit so the Professor let us go." Recovered Kurt, who was a bit quicker than Kitty when it came to suspicious situations. "Which means. . ."
"Yes, yes, I got hit too!" Said Scott angrily. "And if I see you two lurking around the corridors again, I'll put in a word with Logan to give you some more sessions!" He added, storming off down the hall.
"Phew."
"Lucky he was too worked up about getting hit to think about us." Kurt said, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Ha! This must be the first time ever he wasn't the last one left! No wonder he was pissed off."
"Yeah. . . Anyway, where were we?"
"Right about. . . here." Kurt replied, putting his hands around Kitty's slim waist and leaning in to finish what they had started.
"Not here!" Kitty hissed, phasing the both of them down a floor, where they landed with a soft 'thump' on the couch in the lounge. "We don't want any more people walking in on us."
"Well, where can we go? I mean, our rooms are practically thoroughfares for everyone else." Kurt pointed out.
"Come with me." Kitty said, grabbing his hand. She pulled him outside to the tennis courts and phased them down to where the X-Jet was kept. As they stood on the shiny cold floor looking up at the jet, Kitty whispered, "Up there."
Kurt looked at her lovingly, grabbed her waist and 'ported the both of them up into the cool, dark interior of the X-Jet.
Kitty smiled, walked over to one of the comfy seats, and motioned Kurt beside her. He obeyed, and pushed back the armrest separating the two of them. He took one of her hands in both of his and looked at her. Kitty stared back, mesmerised by his cat-like eyes.
"Kurt. . ." She blurted out, just as he said her name.
"You go." He said, looking at her.
"Kurt. . . I think. . . I mean. . . Kurt, I like you." She said hesitantly, looking up at him hopefully. Kurt's face was unreadable and she started regretting what she said, doubts filling her mind.
Just when she was thinking about phasing away in embarrassment, Kurt leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. "So do I." He said softly.
She pulled him towards her, happy beyond words, and kissed him. She felt a longing for him, intensified even more when they were this close, that she couldn't understand. She could feel it in him too, a yearning to be with each other.
Suddenly, Scott's voice carried softly up to them, replied to by the professor, Jean and Storm. Kurt broke away from Kitty, a startled look on his face.
"I'll see what it is," Kitty reassured him, and phased her head through the side of the X-Jet, just enough to see outside. The professor was wheeling past, flanked on either side by Jean, Scott and Storm, all of them deep in conversation as they headed towards the door at the opposite end of the room. Kitty phased back and took Kurt's hand once more. "They're going, it's okay," she said.
"Good. . ." Kurt murmured, leaning in and picking up where they had left off. Kitty's mind went blank as she forgot about the professor, about the institute, about herself, and focused on nothing but the kiss. She lifted herself off her seat and sat on Kurt's lap, his arms around her as she ran her hands through his hair, still locked in their passionate kiss, which melted into an eternity.
At the doorway of the room below, a small smile played on Charles Xavier's face as he turned to look up at the X-Jet, before wheeling out of the room, closing the door behind him.
- The End -
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Awww wasn't that nice of him? By the way, I just realised I haven't done it already so:
Disclaimer: I don't own anything at all connected to X-men, that company that did the comics does. I only own the story. And some day Kurt. But until then, it is only the story *sighs*.