Chapter 10
Ororo sang to herself as she worked in the greenhouse. She had a little time to waste before Kurt showed up for dinner, so she put it too good use. Working with the plants always gave her a sense of peace, like she was giving back to nature in exchange for it's continued assistance. There could be little doubt as to what she was thinking about as she worked.
It seemed impossible that she had met Kurt only two weeks ago; he was such a huge part of her life. She couldn't imagine life without him, and truthfully that scared her a bit. She had never felt this kind of instant bond with anyone before him. Normally she'd be second guessing herself by now, but Kurt had already passed the rigorous 'Logan Test'. When someone was cleared by a man with those kinds of instincts, you just didn't question his sincerity.
With some difficulty Ororo had laid aside her paranoia and accepted that Kurt was not an evil robotic killer, a pathological liar, or an agent for an anti-human support group. She refused to go any further than 'the Logan Test' unless Kurt gave her some reason to distrust him. Everyone had a few skeletons in their closet, but she knew Kurt would not hurt her. She would not go snooping where it wasn't her business. Trust was important in a relationship.
Things had been kind of tense in the Institute recently. There had only been one break lately; Jean had announced it at yesterday's meeting. She had gleaned a deadline from the lackey, the date on which an entire shipload of young, stolen mutants would be shipped off to God-knows-where. They had until the 30th of this month to find and loose them. Any later and it would be like searching for the proverbial needle in a haystack: without knowing what a needle looked like. They also had discovered, through countless hours of searching and subtle investigations, that there was to be another, smaller delivery of mutants coming in from the outlaying suburbs of New York. One of their more shady contacts was still looking into the situation and Logan had high hopes that the man would deliver. All of the X-Men were dying to nail the person behind this wholesale market of mutant children.
Ororo finished watering the last of the plants and stretched. She put away the watering can and returned to her room to change for her date. Kurt was making her dinner at his apartment and then they were going to a movie. She suspected he had proposed the movie because he didn't want her to think that he expected her to stay with him. He worried way too much about propriety in her opinion, but she wouldn't change him for the world. She slipped into her skirt, a conservative black floor-length with two very un-conservative slits up the sides, and her white button-up top. She put on her black pumps and silver jewelry, then proceeded to hair and make-up. She was driving, so she didn't have to be careful for fragile items that could be lost when flying. Ororo checked her reflection then grabbed her purse and left.
"I hope I'm not late, Ororo said as she alighted onto his balcony. She stepped through the double doors just in time to see Kurt pulling a dish out of the oven with two strangely shaped mitten pot holders. He smiled when he saw her and stepped over for a kiss.
"Nein, you are right on time." He stepped back and motioned her to a seat at the table.
Ororo sat down and watched him finish preparing dinner. In truth, she was sure she could watch him forever, maybe even for the rest of her life. "Woah, where did *that* thought come from?" she asked herself. It was way too early in the relationship to start thinking like that. Sure, he was wonderful, and they had an instant connection, and they had so much in common, and there was that great chemistry, and they were definitely in love.... what had been her point again? She pushed the inner conversation to the side of her mind, vowing to think on it later. She asked a question to cover her thoughtful silence.
"So, where did you get the pot holders," she questioned lightly. "I'm guessing not at Wal-Mart."
"Mina made them for me, she said she could hear my curses from her apartment every time I burnt myself." He chuckled, "I don't cook that often, so I must have either really bad luck or a total lack of culinary skill."
"I'll give the benefit of the doubt and say the former," Ororo said, her smile widening. Wow, he really looked great tonight. It was safe to say that she was hungry for more than food at the moment. Again she stopped her train of thought. "He wants to wait, he wants to wait," she chanted silently, her eyes closed. "Goddess, Ororo, can't you control your hormones for five seconds?" She opened her eyes to see Kurt looking at her.
"Ororo?" Kurt asked, giving her a concerned look. "Are you well?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, just trying not to think about something." She gave him a wicked little smile and saw understanding light in his eyes. If she had not been looking straight into his face she would have missed the expression in his eyes slide from understanding to a firm, deciding determination.
Still, Ororo was caught almost completely unaware when Kurt strode briskly towards her and pulled her into his powerful arms. She was much too surprised to do anything except kiss him back when he descended upon her lips. In fact, a few moments after he had begun, she had no desire whatsoever to stop. Kurt gently placed her onto the dining table, pulling her skirt up far enough that it allowed him to step between her legs. Her arms, at first twined around his neck, drifted down and began lazily stroking his back. He kissed her face, her jaw, her neck, and then back to her lips. He murmured unintelligible German phrases with every touch; Ororo felt so happy in that moment that she was almost overcome.
Kurt's hands fell to her thighs, pulling her even tighter against him. It was quite obvious to both of them that there would be no pulling back this time. The forgotten dinner cooled atop the oven as Kurt's surprisingly dexterous fingers slid her out of her shirt faster than she had thought possible. Soon she was completely bare from the waist up and Kurt's hands were busy exploring every inch of her exposed skin. All the while their tongues twined together in a sinuous dance that barely left room for breathing. He managed to somehow push her onto her back on the table without breaking the kiss, Ororo wasn't in any condition to take note of his incredible flexibility. She was just grateful for it. It was this agility that allowed him to pin her arms down whilst his two other limbs assuaged her body with pleasure.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Ororo had imagined that Kurt's tail would likely play a part in his lovemaking. He used the appendage just like another hand, and one would hardly expect someone to have sex one-handed. Still, Ororo wasn't quite prepared for the amount of her that he could be touching all at once. Everywhere that he stroked her she was on fire, and that tail could kindle quite a bit of her. It was the most amazing thing she had ever experienced in her life. Never had she felt this completely aware of the passions that were flowing through her. The almost blinding ecstasy she was experiencing usually only occurred when she was actually in the act of making love. If it felt this good now, she had no doubt that when they finally consummated it, it would truly blow her mind. It was at this time, during which Ororo was attempting to free her arms in order to turn some of this exquisite torture back upon her lover, that Ororo's emergency-only cell phone began to ring.
Kurt pulled back sharply, giving her phone a glare that promised imminent destruction. The look of frustration on his face might have been comical if Ororo hadn't been completely incapable of humor at that point. Kurt lay half on top of her, his gasping breaths matching hers in irregularity. His bare chest, she didn't know who had ripped the shirt open, was pressed firmly against her breasts. Meanwhile the phone continued to ring incessantly.
"Ororo, mein liebe, I love you," Kurt told her breathlessly. "But I am going to kill your friends."
"Not if I beat you to it," Ororo countered, grabbing the offending phone before the temptation to chuck it out the window became too strong. She flipped it open and pressed it to her ear. "What!?!" she asked shortly.
"I'm sorry, 'Ro," Jean replied quickly, "but you have to come back to the Institute." "We have a new development in the case."
Ororo racked her brain, trying to come up with a reason that she could level her increasing, frustrated anger on her telepathic friend. Finally she sighed and gave up. Jean was only doing her job, doing what was right. Sometimes honor really sucked. "I'll be there soon."
"Thank you, we'll be in the briefing room," Jean replied. The call disconnected and Ororo turned to face her date.
"You have to go again?" Kurt asked, clearly disappointed and trying not to show it.
"I don't want to," Ororo replied, pulling her shirt on. "But this is really important, a matter of life and death."
"I understand," Kurt said, and Ororo knew he did. He gazed pensively up at her through eyelashes that were much too thick and seductive than they had any right to be. "Perhaps it was best that we were interrupted before we did anything... else."
Ororo frowned, stepping closer to him and gently cupping his face in her hands. "I love you," she told him in no uncertain terms, "and no part of us being away from each other is good." She smiled when she saw his expression lighten. Then she said good-bye with a long, lingering kiss that lasted far too long for convention but was much too short for either of them to be satisfied. Even that was interrupted, this time by Kurt's phone beginning to ring.
"It's never easy," Kurt muttered, his eyes still closed from the kiss. Ororo smiled as lightly as she could before turning and flying out of the window. Kurt looked after her even as he picked up the phone and conducted his conversation. "Never."
Ororo sang to herself as she worked in the greenhouse. She had a little time to waste before Kurt showed up for dinner, so she put it too good use. Working with the plants always gave her a sense of peace, like she was giving back to nature in exchange for it's continued assistance. There could be little doubt as to what she was thinking about as she worked.
It seemed impossible that she had met Kurt only two weeks ago; he was such a huge part of her life. She couldn't imagine life without him, and truthfully that scared her a bit. She had never felt this kind of instant bond with anyone before him. Normally she'd be second guessing herself by now, but Kurt had already passed the rigorous 'Logan Test'. When someone was cleared by a man with those kinds of instincts, you just didn't question his sincerity.
With some difficulty Ororo had laid aside her paranoia and accepted that Kurt was not an evil robotic killer, a pathological liar, or an agent for an anti-human support group. She refused to go any further than 'the Logan Test' unless Kurt gave her some reason to distrust him. Everyone had a few skeletons in their closet, but she knew Kurt would not hurt her. She would not go snooping where it wasn't her business. Trust was important in a relationship.
Things had been kind of tense in the Institute recently. There had only been one break lately; Jean had announced it at yesterday's meeting. She had gleaned a deadline from the lackey, the date on which an entire shipload of young, stolen mutants would be shipped off to God-knows-where. They had until the 30th of this month to find and loose them. Any later and it would be like searching for the proverbial needle in a haystack: without knowing what a needle looked like. They also had discovered, through countless hours of searching and subtle investigations, that there was to be another, smaller delivery of mutants coming in from the outlaying suburbs of New York. One of their more shady contacts was still looking into the situation and Logan had high hopes that the man would deliver. All of the X-Men were dying to nail the person behind this wholesale market of mutant children.
Ororo finished watering the last of the plants and stretched. She put away the watering can and returned to her room to change for her date. Kurt was making her dinner at his apartment and then they were going to a movie. She suspected he had proposed the movie because he didn't want her to think that he expected her to stay with him. He worried way too much about propriety in her opinion, but she wouldn't change him for the world. She slipped into her skirt, a conservative black floor-length with two very un-conservative slits up the sides, and her white button-up top. She put on her black pumps and silver jewelry, then proceeded to hair and make-up. She was driving, so she didn't have to be careful for fragile items that could be lost when flying. Ororo checked her reflection then grabbed her purse and left.
"I hope I'm not late, Ororo said as she alighted onto his balcony. She stepped through the double doors just in time to see Kurt pulling a dish out of the oven with two strangely shaped mitten pot holders. He smiled when he saw her and stepped over for a kiss.
"Nein, you are right on time." He stepped back and motioned her to a seat at the table.
Ororo sat down and watched him finish preparing dinner. In truth, she was sure she could watch him forever, maybe even for the rest of her life. "Woah, where did *that* thought come from?" she asked herself. It was way too early in the relationship to start thinking like that. Sure, he was wonderful, and they had an instant connection, and they had so much in common, and there was that great chemistry, and they were definitely in love.... what had been her point again? She pushed the inner conversation to the side of her mind, vowing to think on it later. She asked a question to cover her thoughtful silence.
"So, where did you get the pot holders," she questioned lightly. "I'm guessing not at Wal-Mart."
"Mina made them for me, she said she could hear my curses from her apartment every time I burnt myself." He chuckled, "I don't cook that often, so I must have either really bad luck or a total lack of culinary skill."
"I'll give the benefit of the doubt and say the former," Ororo said, her smile widening. Wow, he really looked great tonight. It was safe to say that she was hungry for more than food at the moment. Again she stopped her train of thought. "He wants to wait, he wants to wait," she chanted silently, her eyes closed. "Goddess, Ororo, can't you control your hormones for five seconds?" She opened her eyes to see Kurt looking at her.
"Ororo?" Kurt asked, giving her a concerned look. "Are you well?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, just trying not to think about something." She gave him a wicked little smile and saw understanding light in his eyes. If she had not been looking straight into his face she would have missed the expression in his eyes slide from understanding to a firm, deciding determination.
Still, Ororo was caught almost completely unaware when Kurt strode briskly towards her and pulled her into his powerful arms. She was much too surprised to do anything except kiss him back when he descended upon her lips. In fact, a few moments after he had begun, she had no desire whatsoever to stop. Kurt gently placed her onto the dining table, pulling her skirt up far enough that it allowed him to step between her legs. Her arms, at first twined around his neck, drifted down and began lazily stroking his back. He kissed her face, her jaw, her neck, and then back to her lips. He murmured unintelligible German phrases with every touch; Ororo felt so happy in that moment that she was almost overcome.
Kurt's hands fell to her thighs, pulling her even tighter against him. It was quite obvious to both of them that there would be no pulling back this time. The forgotten dinner cooled atop the oven as Kurt's surprisingly dexterous fingers slid her out of her shirt faster than she had thought possible. Soon she was completely bare from the waist up and Kurt's hands were busy exploring every inch of her exposed skin. All the while their tongues twined together in a sinuous dance that barely left room for breathing. He managed to somehow push her onto her back on the table without breaking the kiss, Ororo wasn't in any condition to take note of his incredible flexibility. She was just grateful for it. It was this agility that allowed him to pin her arms down whilst his two other limbs assuaged her body with pleasure.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Ororo had imagined that Kurt's tail would likely play a part in his lovemaking. He used the appendage just like another hand, and one would hardly expect someone to have sex one-handed. Still, Ororo wasn't quite prepared for the amount of her that he could be touching all at once. Everywhere that he stroked her she was on fire, and that tail could kindle quite a bit of her. It was the most amazing thing she had ever experienced in her life. Never had she felt this completely aware of the passions that were flowing through her. The almost blinding ecstasy she was experiencing usually only occurred when she was actually in the act of making love. If it felt this good now, she had no doubt that when they finally consummated it, it would truly blow her mind. It was at this time, during which Ororo was attempting to free her arms in order to turn some of this exquisite torture back upon her lover, that Ororo's emergency-only cell phone began to ring.
Kurt pulled back sharply, giving her phone a glare that promised imminent destruction. The look of frustration on his face might have been comical if Ororo hadn't been completely incapable of humor at that point. Kurt lay half on top of her, his gasping breaths matching hers in irregularity. His bare chest, she didn't know who had ripped the shirt open, was pressed firmly against her breasts. Meanwhile the phone continued to ring incessantly.
"Ororo, mein liebe, I love you," Kurt told her breathlessly. "But I am going to kill your friends."
"Not if I beat you to it," Ororo countered, grabbing the offending phone before the temptation to chuck it out the window became too strong. She flipped it open and pressed it to her ear. "What!?!" she asked shortly.
"I'm sorry, 'Ro," Jean replied quickly, "but you have to come back to the Institute." "We have a new development in the case."
Ororo racked her brain, trying to come up with a reason that she could level her increasing, frustrated anger on her telepathic friend. Finally she sighed and gave up. Jean was only doing her job, doing what was right. Sometimes honor really sucked. "I'll be there soon."
"Thank you, we'll be in the briefing room," Jean replied. The call disconnected and Ororo turned to face her date.
"You have to go again?" Kurt asked, clearly disappointed and trying not to show it.
"I don't want to," Ororo replied, pulling her shirt on. "But this is really important, a matter of life and death."
"I understand," Kurt said, and Ororo knew he did. He gazed pensively up at her through eyelashes that were much too thick and seductive than they had any right to be. "Perhaps it was best that we were interrupted before we did anything... else."
Ororo frowned, stepping closer to him and gently cupping his face in her hands. "I love you," she told him in no uncertain terms, "and no part of us being away from each other is good." She smiled when she saw his expression lighten. Then she said good-bye with a long, lingering kiss that lasted far too long for convention but was much too short for either of them to be satisfied. Even that was interrupted, this time by Kurt's phone beginning to ring.
"It's never easy," Kurt muttered, his eyes still closed from the kiss. Ororo smiled as lightly as she could before turning and flying out of the window. Kurt looked after her even as he picked up the phone and conducted his conversation. "Never."