Summary: This is a one-shot set right before Sins of the Son. :D

Category: This is indeed the Kurtty I warned you about.  I cannot write romance AT ALL.  So I had to settle for … romantic comedy.  Yells off-stage "Cue the clown music!" 

slide whistles  trombones  triangle noises

Note: If anyone's interested, I made some minor revisions to "Push," the story that comes before this one.  I think it reads better now.  And I'm SO sorry these updates are so far apart.  School's started again!  What's a girl to do?  *sigh*   Anyway, love to everybody for reviewing.  Without further ado, here is …

THE KISS.

"God dammit!" Rogue groused.  She was on her hands and knees, digging around in mounds of clothing.  The floor of the messy bedroom she shared with Kitty Pryde was completely covered with the contents of Kitty's closet.  Rogue was searching for her favorite Megadeth t-shirt, which had been in her closet.  It had mysteriously disappeared.  "First ah' have zits, then ah figger out ah'm a mutant, and now ah gotta be a god damn arca-ologist jest ta find mah shirt --- KITTY!  Gitcher skinny lil' ass in here an' pick up yer crap!  Ah gotta BE somewhere!"

Kitty just smiled.  She was not about to help her grumpy roommate get ready for her date with Gambit.  (Everybody in the whole house knew who she was going to see, because Gambit had told Pyro, who'd slipped it to Lance, who told Toad, who told Fred and was overheard by Kitty, who told Jubilee, who told everyone else in the known universe.) 

No, Kitty was enjoying herself way too much to stop now.  She was in the room next door (Amara's), sitting on the bed and getting some private time with a certain fuzzy elf.  They were snuggling and talking.  Both of them were shaking a little bit with excitement.

"C'mon Kurt, it'll be fun.  And it's like, totally harmless.  Pleeeeeeease?" she asked, and made The Pouty Face, complete with The Puppy-Dog Eyes and The Blink.

Kurt didn't stand a chance.  After stammering and fumbling for his words, he managed, "Yeah, vhy not?  I mean, who cares, right?  It's not like anybody vill know."

"Exactly," Kitty said sweetly, and tapped her finger against his sensitive nose.

Kurt twitched his nose to get rid of the itch, since his arms were full of Kitty.  He smiled and held her a little tighter.

Besides being close friends, Kitty and Kurt were in similar situations.  Both of them were fed up with being treated like garbage by their significant others.  Lance had really insulted Kitty, to the tune of "You're incredibly needy, now go away."  Kitty knew she could be a little crazy, but she was certainly not "needy."  And Amanda must have been PMS-ing, because she'd dumped, and then forgiven, poor Kurt five times in three days. 

The fuzzy dude and Kätzchen needed a break from the insanity, and as usual, they had turned to each other for some good company and sympathy.  Kurt had always been there for Kitty when she was having problems with Lance (which happened far too often, in Kurt's opinion).  And now Kurt was dating Amanda.  Being the adorably clueless person he was, he needed some serious chick advice, which Kitty was only too happy to provide.  They'd always talked in the rec room, munching on chips and interrupting each other's horror stories with encouragement or advice.  But this time was different.  Things had just been so bad…

Kitty started it.  She started running her fingers through Kurt's hair, and gently brought her lips to his.  She was breathing quietly through her nose, trying to get enough oxygen to sustain the lip-lock for a while.  She caught a big whiff of elf.  Kurt, all rumors to the contrary, did not smell like the smoke he left behind whilst teleporting.  If anything, he smelled like … guy.  Musky, wild, and a bit soapy.  Very clean.  Almost a woodsy scent. 

She ran her hands across his back, feeling his well-muscled shoulders and lats, and kept making big warm circles until she heard him purr, just a little, and felt him lean into her.  His lips were so soft!  It was incredible --- hardly what she expected.  Kitty kept breathing him in and kissing him gently, sucking and popping off with tiny noises, and realized why Amanda had bragged in the girls' bathroom after the first time she made out with Kurt Wagner.

Kitty snorted, "What ever, Mannie!  So you like, made out with Kurt!  What's the big deal?"

Well, now she knew what the big deal was.  And it was awesome.

Kurt, for his part, was enjoying the ride.  Whenever he talked to Kitty, she always had this bubbly, big, powerful presence, whether she was talking or not.  But it was only now, when he was holding her, that he realized how small she was.  Her shoulders and waist were so beautiful and delicate.  He could feel the little bones wandering under his hands every time she moved in his arms.   And her neck was like a swan's.  He felt it gently as he kissed her, and smelled her.  His nose filled up with the scent of lavender bath soap and breath mints. 

Kitty was definitely not Amanda, at least when it came to making out.  She wasn't half as aggressive.  She was polite about her kissing; insistent, but sweet.  He felt her hands on his back and she started to rub him, right there, in that spot just above his lumbar that Amanda had never found.  It released something deep inside him, making his tail swat back and forth and causing an involuntary purr.  He didn't let her go.  He didn't want to stop. 

And about three minutes into their little "conversation," there it was.

Knock knock knock.

His teeth were together, but he could feel Kitty tapping on them with her tongue.

Knock knock knock.

May I come in?

Kurt couldn't help but giggle.  "Hoof bear?"  (Who's there?), he asked, without breaking the kiss.

Kitty giggled too, and said, "Me."

Kurt pulled away, and even let go of Kitty.  This was too good an opportunity to pass up.  "Hang on."

She was a little stunned.  Kurt bamfed away.  But a second later he was back, holding a little white case.  Kitty fanned the air as he sat down on the bed and opened it.  A grin spread across her face as Kurt pulled out two oddly shaped pieces of plastic and put them over his teeth, top and bottom.  He clicked the case closed and threw it over his shoulder in rakish display.  It smashed into something on Amara's dresser and Kitty laughed.  He just shrugged, and took her in his arms again.

"A'right.  Reshume pray."

Kitty went deep.  So did Kurt.  With his night guards on, the two of them could exchange as much spit as they liked without Kitty cutting herself on Kurt's fangs and adding blood to the mix.  They spent a good five minutes not saying anything, just feeling each other and breathing, letting their hearts race with the excitement of it all, and saying with a kiss what they could never bear to say with words.  They knew they were friends.  They knew this was a one-time thing.  But still…

There was a hard rap on the door.  They both ignored it. 

"Kitty, ah kin hear you breathin', and ah kin smell sulfur!" came Rogue's voice.  "Now quit neckin' with mah brother an' help me find mah damn shirt!"

It was meant to piss Kitty off; to send her running to the door in a huff, if only to yell that Kurt wasn't even IN there.  Rogue loved getting Kitty's goat about the blue boy.  The way she figured it, Kitty so liked Kurt, but was just too chicken to say so.  Dating Lance was just a way to keep her mind off the furball.  Any idiot could see that. 

There was no answer.

"Kitty, ah swear ---" Rogue muttered, swinging the door open.  She stopped dead.  "Oh mah God."

Kitty and Kurt sprang apart with a collective shriek-yell and started stammering excuses.  Kurt didn't make any sense with his night guards in, and Kitty was babbling like an idiot.  It was cacophony.  Rogue just crossed her arms and smirked.  Kurt finally spit out his guards.

"Ve vere blowing off steam!" he said.  "Ve ah not togezzer!  Please GOD don't tell Amanda!  Or Lance!  He'll keel me in mein sleep!"  He actually got down on his knees and laced his fingers in supplication.  Kitty looked ready to join him.

Rogue kept her cool and didn't laugh.  "Good Lord.  Calm yehself down an' stand up, Q-Tip.  Don't do ya no good ta be grovellin' at me.  … Ah ain't gonna tell nobody.  But as penance, Miss Kitty gotta help me find mah shirt."

"Done!" Kitty yelled, running from the room.  "Which one is it?"

Rogue smiled again.  "The one that says Megadeth!"

Kurt stood there uncomfortably under Rogue's scrutiny for six agonizing seconds, until Kitty ran back carrying Rogue's Megadeth t-shirt, neatly folded, with a nervous smile on her face.

"H-H-Here ya go."

"Thank you," Rogue said crisply.  She took it and walked away before they saw her crack up. 

Kitty looked at Kurt.

"She won't.  Will she?"

"I don't sink so.  She's pretty good about keeping her verd.  But of course, if she does let somesing slip, zen ve can just tell Logan she's dating Gambit."  Kurt grinned, showing his fangs.  Kitty smiled, too.

~ X ~

Kurt was sitting in Biology class, and feeling pretty sick.  Amanda had called that morning to call off that evening's date.  She had the flu.  Thanks to all that "kissing and making up" when she was love/hating him a few weeks ago, Kurt suspected he had it as well.  Damn that three-week incubation period!  Then an ugly thought made his eyes go wide.  First Amanda had kissed him, and then he'd kissed Kitty…

"Oh, no.  Please, no."

Class ended and he stumbled out into the hall to grab his books for fifth period.  Kitty's locker was four away from his.  She was reaching inside for her Chemistry book and coughing.  Kurt went over to her and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Keety?"

*snrrk*  "Uh?"

She shut the door and looked at him.  Her face was pasty and the tip of her nose was red.

"Oh, hey, Kurt.  Man, I am like, so tired.  I feel like hell.  I jus'… I jus' wanna go home."  The poor thing looked like she was about to cry.

He sighed and threw an arm around her.  "Me too."

So they did.  They ditched the rest of their classes and left early.  Back at the mansion, Beast put them to bed immediately, and then insisted on checking over the new recruits, (and anyone else who was home), to see if something was going around.  But for some strange reason, Kitty and Kurt were the only ones who had the flu.

"Odd," he muttered, scratching his shaggy head.

He didn't have time to ponder this, though.  Charles was calling him --- something about watching the younger kids, because he was going off to Scotland.  Beast shrugged and started for the office.

THE END

There is more to come, y'all.  I haven't figured out what's left to put up.  It might be time to start on the grand finale … god only knows when THAT will start to take shape.  *makes a face*   Agh!  School too much!  Brain aching!  *blows raspberry in frustration*   Well, in any case, it's 11 pm, Sunday night.  I hear that sleep is good when you're tired.  And I am FRIED.  I think I'll try it. 

Peace and love and until we meet again (I hope it's soon),

Kiki