Eri-Sama: I expected to have this chapter out less than a week after the
first one but this citrus-y scene kicked my butt. Please forgive me for
[1], as it is cliché-ish and very sappy. Warning if you think pairing
Nightcrawler with anyone would be considered as bestiality and you happen
to not like that stuff: don't read the last half of the chapter.
Damn' formatting doesn't take italics, I'll use the tilde marks to start
flashbacks.
Boundaries
Every third Saturday night, Rogue shared the property night watch with someone. This particular evening it was with Logan. Rogue avoided him because of her relationship with Bobby but that was teetering on the touch issue.
~~~
"Bobby, you shouldn't go away on vacation with things the way they are between us."
"I know you say the power is like a switch, but when will you find it?"
Rogue looked at him suspiciously. "Is this about sex, Bobby?"
"No, I wish you knew me better than that." Bobby was a bit hurt by her assumption. He was like every other young man his age, but with Rogue he just wanted to be able to kiss her and hold her hand for more than 30 seconds. It wasn't yet on his mind to be more intimate with a woman he had yet to have skin to skin contact with. He frowned at her, grabbed his bags and left.
~~~
She didn't hear Logan approach through her deep sigh. "Hey, kid, if you're tired, I'll ask someone to cover for you." She jumped a little at the interruption of sound but the voice let her relax again.
"Logan," she turned to speak to him and he gave her a look she hadn't seen from him. He looked at her the way Bobby used to. She quickly averted her eyes when she figured it out. "I was just thinking about the night. I don't think I've had the chance to enjoy looking at the stars in a while." A silence billowed around them, both looking at the stars without breathing. Without thinking, Rogue pulled herself into Logan's arms and cried softly.
***
In another area of the country, Dr. Hank McCoy worked in secret to find a cure or fix for the mutant X gene. His previous theory of using radiation to reverse the effects was thrown out due to the danger to himself, the lab and any test subjects he would use. Now, he believed it was simply "setting back the clock" that was the answer. Radiation to alter the X gene and return it to an earlier primate state.
"Dr. McCoy? Are you ready to test?" A young woman strode in on 2" heels in her long lab coat. She faced the handsome doctor but noticed something was wrong. "Doctor?"
"Nurse Kamenich, I will be executing the test on myself." She looked at him in horror. "I can't very well know if it's safe for humans unless I test it on myself. If there's no change in me, then I know the this is the cure." Knowing there was no way to argue with him especially since she volunteered to help him with this unauthorized research, she walked with him to the tank.
He walked in, not looking a bit worried. "Good luck." Navia whispered to the doctor, sealing him in and beginning the procedure. After 35 minutes, she began to shut down the machine, looking in on the doctor. Everything appeared to be fine and in a few minutes she helped him to a bed, picking up a clipboard on the way. She checked his vitals, drew blood and watched him very carefully for the next couple of hours, growing more tired as the night wore on. Somewhere around 5 am, she checked his blood and vitals again and noticed a change. The doctor slept off and on, visibly worn by the radiation but not to a point of worry. Only these results gave Navia a reason to get the doctor's attention. "Doctor, I think you should see this."
Hank rose and joined her at the computer and the microscope. He watched as the numbers rose slowly out of the target range. "Let me see what's going on." He moved her out of the way gently enough but what he saw under the lens made him step back.
"Doctor, what does this mean?"
"I. I'm not really sure."
*****
Inside the mansion, Kurt teleported from hallway to hallway making sure everything was okay on the inside. He eventually ended up very close to Orora's room and peered into her open door. She sat before her mirror, brushing her hair and humming a haunting tune. Kurt was still taken by her beauty, the serenity of the look on her face, her delicate hands, her candid eyes; all of her. The two of them hadn't had a one on one conversation since that day in the Cerebro replica.
Earlier that evening Kurt decided that he would make his move as soon as possible. He showered before his watch and put on school issue sweat pants with a hole for his tail and clipped his nails, ruining one pair of clippers before finding one suitable for the talon strength nails. 'I must speak with her, I must no longer be afraid of what I feel.' Kurt thought these words to himself as he lifted his hand to knock on her door.
Orora eyed the reflection of the doorway and the blue furry figure standing within, then stared into her own eyes. "Come in, Kurt." He walked in, careful not to allow nervous movements of his tail to disturb anything in the room. Orora spoke, still not facing him. "Will you close the door? It is. well beyond time for us to talk." Not wishing to take his eyes off her, he pushed at the door with his tail and it closed softly behind him. He scanned her room, looking for somewhere suitable to sit if he were asked to do so, finding an ottoman like chair at the foot of her bed and near her vanity.
Orora put her brush down beside her and turned to face Kurt. "Please, sit down." She nearly gestured to the ottoman before her eyes darted sideways. "I think we both have feelings for each other and, no matter how hard I've been trying to deny mine for you, I can't do it anymore. It seemed inappropriate to think of romance when the longest standing relationship between X-Men ended so tragically and we were mourning the loss of a great friend and colleague. I have been talking with Scott about this and he." She paused, taking a finger from each of his hands in hers. Her eyes rolled to glance at fingers she thought had talon like nails to find they were much like her own, but clipped short like the nails of someone who bites them. "Scott, once he was able to pull himself together, nearly chastised me for not acting sooner and insisted that you and I would have his blessing."
Kurt began to stroke her hands with his thumbs, pulling a little to get her to sit next to him. Several things happened in the seconds that followed. Before either of them realized what they were doing, they were standing, facing each other, tentatively and lightly touching each other's faces. He cupped her face in his palm with a finger above and below her ears and leaned in for a kiss, but she pulled back, eyes looking into his own, then to his mouth and back again. "I'll be careful not to . nick you with them." He spoke, his eyes not leaving her lips as he again closed the distance between hers and his own. Their lips came together in a chaste kiss followed by many more of the same, both a little wary of Kurt's fangs. She was the first to part her lips to suck lightly on his bottom lip, stepping into him, pressing her body gently against his. He slid her white robe from her shoulders and slid his hands over the back of her satin nightgown, parting his own lips to deepen the kiss. One of his fangs nicked her lip and she whimpered into his mouth. As he tried to pull away, she held him tightly, keeping her lips in contact with his while rubbing his nose with her own.
"It's alright, Kurt." She whispered against his mouth and began kissing her way down his face and over his neck. He gripped her body tightly, tickling the part of her back between her shoulder blades, then scooped her up and sat her on her bed. Orora reached out to his hands, and he took them, sitting beside her. They gazed into each other's eyes [1] for a few heartbeats before she removed her hands from his and untied the straps of her stark white nightgown. She watched Kurt's eyes as the satin slid down her breasts, over her hardened nipples, and took a deep breath to push her breasts forward in offering. Her gesture did not go unnoticed and she sighed with his fuzzy caresses. He laid her back gently and put his arm beneath her knees to lift her hips enough to slide the long satin gown off her, then slid his fingers slowly up and down the tops of her thighs. She sat up immediately and Kurt froze, thinking he had done something wrong. She simply scooted back on the bed to make room for him in front of her, pulling him in between her legs.
Kurt was still in shock, or maybe overwhelmed is a more appropriate word. She took his breath away fully clothed, he forgot to breathe as he realized he sat between her legs, that she opened herself to him in such a way. In all of his training for control, he was quite unprepared for this. His sweatpants tented in front of him, in front of her and he couldn't keep his hips from bucking softly. He shifted from his knees to a sitting position where his Orora was also between his legs and pulled her into him, kissing her with heat as carefully as he could. She moaned into his mouth as his finger slid between her legs. It slid deep within her and they were both lucky to be liplocked as their kiss stifled a deep and guttural moan. He moaned too; the feel of the warm heat tightly wrapped around his finger went straight to his loins. The rest of his body remained composed as he slowly slid his finger in and out of her. His other hand caressed her back, arms, her face. He put her pleasure, her release before his own and was more than pleased when it came. His finger felt her pulse pounding and muscles contract while she clung to his body, shuddering with light aftershocks. She slumped into his arms and he held her as she drifted off as if worn out by it all. Kurt was almost saddened by this, but put her to bed. He checked her clock before he left, surprised that it was already almost 4. His watch was over so he walked quietly from her room and returned to his own, sighing in frustration and contentment from the night's events.
Boundaries
Every third Saturday night, Rogue shared the property night watch with someone. This particular evening it was with Logan. Rogue avoided him because of her relationship with Bobby but that was teetering on the touch issue.
~~~
"Bobby, you shouldn't go away on vacation with things the way they are between us."
"I know you say the power is like a switch, but when will you find it?"
Rogue looked at him suspiciously. "Is this about sex, Bobby?"
"No, I wish you knew me better than that." Bobby was a bit hurt by her assumption. He was like every other young man his age, but with Rogue he just wanted to be able to kiss her and hold her hand for more than 30 seconds. It wasn't yet on his mind to be more intimate with a woman he had yet to have skin to skin contact with. He frowned at her, grabbed his bags and left.
~~~
She didn't hear Logan approach through her deep sigh. "Hey, kid, if you're tired, I'll ask someone to cover for you." She jumped a little at the interruption of sound but the voice let her relax again.
"Logan," she turned to speak to him and he gave her a look she hadn't seen from him. He looked at her the way Bobby used to. She quickly averted her eyes when she figured it out. "I was just thinking about the night. I don't think I've had the chance to enjoy looking at the stars in a while." A silence billowed around them, both looking at the stars without breathing. Without thinking, Rogue pulled herself into Logan's arms and cried softly.
***
In another area of the country, Dr. Hank McCoy worked in secret to find a cure or fix for the mutant X gene. His previous theory of using radiation to reverse the effects was thrown out due to the danger to himself, the lab and any test subjects he would use. Now, he believed it was simply "setting back the clock" that was the answer. Radiation to alter the X gene and return it to an earlier primate state.
"Dr. McCoy? Are you ready to test?" A young woman strode in on 2" heels in her long lab coat. She faced the handsome doctor but noticed something was wrong. "Doctor?"
"Nurse Kamenich, I will be executing the test on myself." She looked at him in horror. "I can't very well know if it's safe for humans unless I test it on myself. If there's no change in me, then I know the this is the cure." Knowing there was no way to argue with him especially since she volunteered to help him with this unauthorized research, she walked with him to the tank.
He walked in, not looking a bit worried. "Good luck." Navia whispered to the doctor, sealing him in and beginning the procedure. After 35 minutes, she began to shut down the machine, looking in on the doctor. Everything appeared to be fine and in a few minutes she helped him to a bed, picking up a clipboard on the way. She checked his vitals, drew blood and watched him very carefully for the next couple of hours, growing more tired as the night wore on. Somewhere around 5 am, she checked his blood and vitals again and noticed a change. The doctor slept off and on, visibly worn by the radiation but not to a point of worry. Only these results gave Navia a reason to get the doctor's attention. "Doctor, I think you should see this."
Hank rose and joined her at the computer and the microscope. He watched as the numbers rose slowly out of the target range. "Let me see what's going on." He moved her out of the way gently enough but what he saw under the lens made him step back.
"Doctor, what does this mean?"
"I. I'm not really sure."
*****
Inside the mansion, Kurt teleported from hallway to hallway making sure everything was okay on the inside. He eventually ended up very close to Orora's room and peered into her open door. She sat before her mirror, brushing her hair and humming a haunting tune. Kurt was still taken by her beauty, the serenity of the look on her face, her delicate hands, her candid eyes; all of her. The two of them hadn't had a one on one conversation since that day in the Cerebro replica.
Earlier that evening Kurt decided that he would make his move as soon as possible. He showered before his watch and put on school issue sweat pants with a hole for his tail and clipped his nails, ruining one pair of clippers before finding one suitable for the talon strength nails. 'I must speak with her, I must no longer be afraid of what I feel.' Kurt thought these words to himself as he lifted his hand to knock on her door.
Orora eyed the reflection of the doorway and the blue furry figure standing within, then stared into her own eyes. "Come in, Kurt." He walked in, careful not to allow nervous movements of his tail to disturb anything in the room. Orora spoke, still not facing him. "Will you close the door? It is. well beyond time for us to talk." Not wishing to take his eyes off her, he pushed at the door with his tail and it closed softly behind him. He scanned her room, looking for somewhere suitable to sit if he were asked to do so, finding an ottoman like chair at the foot of her bed and near her vanity.
Orora put her brush down beside her and turned to face Kurt. "Please, sit down." She nearly gestured to the ottoman before her eyes darted sideways. "I think we both have feelings for each other and, no matter how hard I've been trying to deny mine for you, I can't do it anymore. It seemed inappropriate to think of romance when the longest standing relationship between X-Men ended so tragically and we were mourning the loss of a great friend and colleague. I have been talking with Scott about this and he." She paused, taking a finger from each of his hands in hers. Her eyes rolled to glance at fingers she thought had talon like nails to find they were much like her own, but clipped short like the nails of someone who bites them. "Scott, once he was able to pull himself together, nearly chastised me for not acting sooner and insisted that you and I would have his blessing."
Kurt began to stroke her hands with his thumbs, pulling a little to get her to sit next to him. Several things happened in the seconds that followed. Before either of them realized what they were doing, they were standing, facing each other, tentatively and lightly touching each other's faces. He cupped her face in his palm with a finger above and below her ears and leaned in for a kiss, but she pulled back, eyes looking into his own, then to his mouth and back again. "I'll be careful not to . nick you with them." He spoke, his eyes not leaving her lips as he again closed the distance between hers and his own. Their lips came together in a chaste kiss followed by many more of the same, both a little wary of Kurt's fangs. She was the first to part her lips to suck lightly on his bottom lip, stepping into him, pressing her body gently against his. He slid her white robe from her shoulders and slid his hands over the back of her satin nightgown, parting his own lips to deepen the kiss. One of his fangs nicked her lip and she whimpered into his mouth. As he tried to pull away, she held him tightly, keeping her lips in contact with his while rubbing his nose with her own.
"It's alright, Kurt." She whispered against his mouth and began kissing her way down his face and over his neck. He gripped her body tightly, tickling the part of her back between her shoulder blades, then scooped her up and sat her on her bed. Orora reached out to his hands, and he took them, sitting beside her. They gazed into each other's eyes [1] for a few heartbeats before she removed her hands from his and untied the straps of her stark white nightgown. She watched Kurt's eyes as the satin slid down her breasts, over her hardened nipples, and took a deep breath to push her breasts forward in offering. Her gesture did not go unnoticed and she sighed with his fuzzy caresses. He laid her back gently and put his arm beneath her knees to lift her hips enough to slide the long satin gown off her, then slid his fingers slowly up and down the tops of her thighs. She sat up immediately and Kurt froze, thinking he had done something wrong. She simply scooted back on the bed to make room for him in front of her, pulling him in between her legs.
Kurt was still in shock, or maybe overwhelmed is a more appropriate word. She took his breath away fully clothed, he forgot to breathe as he realized he sat between her legs, that she opened herself to him in such a way. In all of his training for control, he was quite unprepared for this. His sweatpants tented in front of him, in front of her and he couldn't keep his hips from bucking softly. He shifted from his knees to a sitting position where his Orora was also between his legs and pulled her into him, kissing her with heat as carefully as he could. She moaned into his mouth as his finger slid between her legs. It slid deep within her and they were both lucky to be liplocked as their kiss stifled a deep and guttural moan. He moaned too; the feel of the warm heat tightly wrapped around his finger went straight to his loins. The rest of his body remained composed as he slowly slid his finger in and out of her. His other hand caressed her back, arms, her face. He put her pleasure, her release before his own and was more than pleased when it came. His finger felt her pulse pounding and muscles contract while she clung to his body, shuddering with light aftershocks. She slumped into his arms and he held her as she drifted off as if worn out by it all. Kurt was almost saddened by this, but put her to bed. He checked her clock before he left, surprised that it was already almost 4. His watch was over so he walked quietly from her room and returned to his own, sighing in frustration and contentment from the night's events.