Kurt watched as Rogue deliberately delayed Betsy with some nonsense questions, and as Gambit realized it and left the room. He smiled and made his own exit. Bobby had told him to wait five minutes, then follow him to Kitty's room.
"Kurt?" Kitty came around a corner and walked toward him. He frowned. Bobby hadn't said anything…
She gave a sensual smile and reached for his shoulders. Ah. He finally understood.
"No. Stop it, succubus." Damn her. Why did she always have to spoil his fun?
She pouted. "Would this have been a better form?" she asked, taking the tall blond form of Angel and reaching out to him again.
"Nein. I already told you, the form isn't the problem." He turned and walked away from her. She re-appeared in front of him, taking his naked shape.
"You're not drunk enough," she said, disappointed. "If you were drunk enough…"
He laughed. "Unnamed one, if I were that drunk, I would be no use to you."
She smiled, stretching languidly. "You would be surprised what I could do to make sure you were. This is what I do, how I feed." She slowly shifted into a nude female version of himself and winked. "Want a screwdriver?"
"No." He was, in fact, wishing he had not had so much alcohol tonight already. This was very hard…difficult. Very difficult.
She began stalking toward him, and he teleported into his room. He had believed she had finally given up on him. He hadn't seen her for three weeks. Why did this have to happen?
A brisk knock disturbed his thoughts. "Was ist?" he called. A muffled voice said, "Hey, man, what are you doing?" It was Bobby Drake. Kurt leaped up, then stood for a moment and nodded. He opened the door and stepped back a few paces. Bobby was standing there, a slight smile on his face, wearing some old jeans and a sweater he hadn't worn to the party.
Bobby tried to walk into the room, and the ward at the door activated, exploding into a beam of thousand watt light and hitting "him" in the face. The succubus was blown back across the hall and slammed into the wall with a crash. She shook her head and rose, dark anger on her face. "You don't know how to ward. Who did this, and why did you let them?"
He smiled. "You forgot my mother and sister, didn't you, Margali and Jimaine? You're not crossing their wards to get at me unless you truly have some feelings for me…other than your usual lust, of course."
She snarled. "You can't stay in there forever." She vanished, and Kurt fell onto his bed. He, too, had been surprised by the violence of the ward, but impressed. He sighed and got up to lock the door. His dry spell was not going to end yet, apparently. Too bad.