A/N: Time for my first miserable attempt at romance! Yippee skippee. It's kinda funny actually I usually can't stand romance in movies (like in TTT w/ Arwen's vision bit…I slept thru that) but I rather enjoy writing mushyness. Sorry to all those who dislike descriptive kisses but hey, it had to happen eventually. And the website (or my computer) is being styupid so I can't post this! But by the time you read it it will be posted! Just wanted to let everyone know that this chappie and the one before were ready, but my computer is evil! Anyway…enough ranting. On w/ the story.
Wait sorry Aceles, but now that Jean's back I guess I need do disclaimerize. I do not own Jean. Or the Phoenix. I don't even understand it. I only own Kurt ;-) nope j/k now all the government folks can get off my back.
To say that Jean's return caused a stir among the students would be like saying Hitler was bad – understatement of the century. When Scott let her out of arm's reach she was swarmed be students who offered her so many "welcome back" cards that Sabere was sure she'd die from papercuts. The rest of the time she was in Scott's arms – and Sabere couldn't hold back sadness. It didn't help that she felt left out of the big happy reunion, since she hadn't known Jean and still didn't know the others that well. And now, seeing Scott and Jean sitting together in such casual intimacy…
It brought back memories she was trying so hard to suppress.
While he others were all eating Sabere pled "not hungry" and fled to her room, away from them. She fell onto her bed and stared at the ceiling for a while, allowing herself to remember some of the better times.
When she had first met Andy at a surprise party for a fellow freshman…how nervous they had both been since this was their first year in college…
Their first date at a movie that was so bad they walked out and spent the rest of the time in a music store…
Introducing him to her parents when he came home with her for the summer of sophomore year…they had been so impressed with him…
Him kneeling in the restaurant, offering the rest of his life to her…
Sabere refused that thought to go any further. She left the room, trying to flee memories that had never hurt so much.
She found herself in one of the many common rooms of the mansion – which was, of course, the one Kurt had chosen to read a magazine in. He was crouched on the top of a wingback chair, his tail swinging idly back and forth like a cat's.
"You are bored of the festivities also?" He turned and smiled a little, softening his harsh features as he closed the magazine and flung himself onto a couch, stretching out invitingly. Sabere stared resolutely at the magazine cover on the table.
"No…I was just tired. And I felt…a little left out…"
Kurt sat up and patted the seat next to him. "I felt the same. But you are welcome here, if you wish."
Dammit, stop being nice…I've already cried on your shoulder once…But she gave in, and as she sat down, the room around her blurred with tears. Sabere clenched her jaw, trying desperately to stop crying, but she felt Kurt's arm around her shoulder and leaned closer to him.
"Since you arrived, Xavier has said nothing of why you came here," he murmured. "Will you tell me now, and ease your pain?"
Staring blankly at the floor, she felt the entire story leave her mouth for the first time. Sabere had no idea why she was telling him this – after all, they had only met a couple of weeks ago, and what encounters they'd had were mostly limited to weapons practice and occasional run-ins around the mansion. Yet at the same time she felt a bond – deep caring and affection that was bordering on…love. Now that was something she hadn't considered, and wasn't sure she wanted to yet. She looked up at him, having finished her story, and met his eyes.
She had never seen him look so helpless. "I hate seeing you so sad," he whispered. Kurt caressed her cheek, brushing away her tears with a surprisingly light touch. "I wish I could make it all go away…"
Sabere wanted so badly to be touched, to be loved again – but it's not fair to him – I'm just trying to replace Andy – but she had made up her mind now that their bond was love, and if it wasn't yet, it should be.
So she leaned forward and kissed him with assertiveness that surprised them both. Kurt hesitated momentarily, then returned the kiss with just as much enthusiasm. She felt one of his hands at her waist, and the hand still on her cheek stroked it briefly before trailing down her neck and across her shoulder. Her own hands traveled up his arms to his neck and brushed through his hair. She felt his tail wrap around her shoulders in a second embrace and smiled as his lips traveled down her neck –
- and they both heard footsteps coming down the stairs outside the room.
Sabere scrambled backwards, fixing her hair and adjusting her rumpled shirt while reaching for the remote. Kurt straightened his own clothing and was about to teleport when Logan entered the room. Sabere flicked through the channels hastily and stopped on a random station.
"Anything good on?" he asked, taking a swig of Coke.
"Oh – yeah – this show is – really good - " Sabere stuttered, desperately hoping that her appearance wasn't giving anything away.
"Sabere," Logan said, looking at her like she had sprouted horns, "you hate this show."
She looked back at the TV, only then realizing that she had turned to some dumb reality show. She opened her mouth for an explanation – but she didn't have one.
Logan shook his head. "Who'd've thought the fuzzy blue guy would get some action? Ah well. I get it, I'll leave…the two of you can make your own steamy soap opera."
Sabere threw a pillow at his retreating back, then slammed the door in his face with her powers.