I once again forgot a disclaimer. I don't own anything, but I'm willing to pretend. For those of you who like Kuroro, I have another one up called Introspection. I'll be updating both dutifully, check it out for Kurt/Ororo and Logan/Marie goodness.
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Ororo spat again into the sink and wiped her mouth. After washing her mouth out several times she had finally stopped tasting bile. Things were starting to be a bit more clear now, she could see better, but her mind was wrapped in gauze. She wanted Kurt to come back; he would help her. She sat down on the toilet and stared at the floor, grateful that her stomach had stopped roiling. She didn't know how long she was there before Kurt reentered.
"Storm, I'm making some coffee for you," he told her. "When it is done it should help sober you up."
She ignored his words, instead looking up at his eyes. "I'm sorry," she said. She looked down again, the words galling her even as she spoke them. There was a long pause.
"Why did you go to that place, Ororo?" Kurt asked softly. For a moment he thought it odd that he didn't feel uncomfortable using her first name. He dismissed the thoughts as irrelevant.
Ororo did not look back up. "I just wanted to stop feeling for a little while." Tears of shame ran down from her blue eyes. Kurt looked surprised, he knelt down in front of her. He wiped the tears from her face and gave her an understanding smile. She collapsed under the warmth of that smile and her tears began again. She would not sob, even under the influence of alcohol it would have been too embarrassing, but she allowed the tears to spill silently down her face. "I'm just so lonely sometimes," she whispered.
He pulled her close to him and gently hugged her. "The next time you are lonely I will be here," he promised. He leaned back and gently kissed her forehead.
She gave him a watery smile, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "How did you get so good at this?" "I actually feel better." She finally looked really looked at him, and found herself thinking strange thoughts. "When did Kurt get so grown up, he can't be more than 17." She was having a lot of trouble focusing on one thing for any length of time. "Did I miss that?" "We were never that close but I couldn't have missed that much..."
She sounded so surprised that Kurt actually chuckled. "I know a thing or two about loneliness," he replied softly. He said it without any bitterness, simply accepting his fate.
She moved close to him again, her weakened inhibitions proof enough that she was not quite as aware as she pretended to be. "The next time *you* are lonely, I will be here too," she said solemnly. Then she leaned forward herself and kissed his nose. She actually gave an undignified giggle at his expression of near shock, her sorrow turning to joviality due to the magic of alcohol.
Kurt blushed and stood, pulling Storm up with him. "Come, I will put you to bed," he said.
Ororo shook her head. "I have to take a shower." With a complete lack of regard for his sensibilities she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it onto the floor. Kurt choked, his face flaming. She was reaching for the buttons on the front of her pants when Kurt's hands caught hers.
"Ororo," he said, trying desperately to keep his eyes focused on her face, "can't a shower wait until tomorrow?" Kurt swallowed; sometimes it was hard to remember how incredibly beautiful Ororo Munroe was. She always acted so formal and aloof. But as she stood before him, her generous attributes and pleasing shape painfully obvious to him, he found it very difficult to think of her as anything but an attractive woman.
"I can't sleep unless I shower," she replied stubbornly, beginning to shed her lower apparel. Kurt was torn. He couldn't very well stay in here with her, no matter how little she seemed to care, but if he left her in the shower by herself in her present condition she might possibly drown.
Kurt compromised; closing his eyes tightly he waited until she entered the shower and then pulled the curtain shut around her. He would be there in case she fell, but he wouldn't be breaking too many laws of propriety. He refused to acknowledge the wandering thought that she would probably look great with her hair plastered to her head and dripping water. When the shower finally stopped with no mishaps he stood to leave.
"Kurt, pass me my towel," Ororo said, stepping out of the shower onto the mat. Kurt turned bright purple and closed his eyes again. He reached blindly for the towel and thrust it at her. After a few moments she informed him that he could open his eyes. Her voice was much more collected, but not quite as controlled as was her usual.
Kurt cracked his eyes open to see her wrapped in the towel. His mouth went dry. She walked towards him, her steps graceful, her stride even. "Ororo?" he said nervously. Her eyes dilated and then clouded over as she pressed her body against the length of his. When her lips finally met his he was almost dizzy with the intensity of it all. It was as if her entire being were focused on him and she fairly trembled with suppressed her power. She tasted fabulous; he never wanted her to stop. When it finally ended his knees were weak and it was with a profound sense of loss that his thoughts and doubts came rushing back.
"Ororo," he whispered as she feathered kisses over his lips, jaw, neck, and ears that he couldn't help but respond to. Thunder sounded clearly outside the institute. They shouldn't be doing this, she was inebriated, impressionable, if he allowed it to continue he'd be betraying her trust. He couldn't take advantage of her like that, no matter how tempting it was. He groaned and moved his hands from her hips to place them on her shoulders. "Ororo, we should stop," he gasped out, his voice nothing above a murmur. It was almost painful when she pulled away from him.
She gazed into his face, her expression a bit disorientated, "I thought you wanted to-," she stopped speaking, the clouding disappearing from her gaze almost instantly. Her expressions flashed with confusion and then discomfiture, followed by pain and complete mortification. Finally a semblance of her familiar icy mask slipped into place. "I apologize for putting you in that position, Kurt, it was wrong of me." "I'm your mentor; I should have more control."
"Ororo it's not because-," he was cut off abruptly.
"I understand Kurt," Ororo replied. There was pain and shame in her eyes. She was about to turn away when Kurt grabbed her arms and pulled her back against him.
He saw her features change from hurt to surprised just before he kissed her. He didn't want her when she was so emotionally weakened, but he knew that if he left her it would only create an unimpeachable rift of misunderstanding. She would feel rejected and embarrassed and he would be too gentlemanly to bring it up tomorrow without her permission. It had to be now.
She was melting against him, he could feel it. Her hands were limply clutching at his clothing as she whimpered against his mouth. His hand was buried in her wet hair, the other resting lightly on her hip. Ororo's eyes alternated between clarity and opaque white fire as she pulled him closer. She was still beaded with water from her shower but he didn't care that he was getting wet; he was so far gone he didn't think he'd notice a bomb going off. Kurt's tail whipped in uncontrollable, lazy patterns as Ororo began to divest him of this clothing. He yanked her towel off almost violently and she was just as fierce when she pulled him down to the floor. It was the most beautiful love she had ever felt as she made Kurt hers and fell asleep with her lover's yellow eyes caressing her into the comforting darkness.
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Ororo awoke gently from her dreams into a half lethargic doze. She was aware of herself, but of nothing but her most basic surroundings. She was warm, comfortable, and safe, it was enough that she knew that. Her mind, however, was not lazy and contented. It rushed quickly from memory to memory, trying to tell her something. She concentrated, attempting to remember what was so important that she know. Suddenly the memories chronologically surfaced and she held still as they washed over her.
She recalled going to the bar after the one-sided fight with Rogue. She had gotten terribly drunk, and then everything was hazy. There was an alley, and then there was Kurt. "Kurt!" her mind seemed to surround the name with images. Kurt smiling at her, Kurt kissing her forcefully, Kurt touching her everywhere. The beautiful German phrases that he had whispered in love curled around her and she was tempted to simply stay where she was with those memories wrapped around her forever. Unfortunately awareness was creeping steadily up on her in the form of the uncomfortably bright sunlight and a smaller hangover than she deserved.
Ororo reluctantly opened her bright blue eyes to meet a pair of determined yellow ones. She opened her mouth but was prevented from speaking by Kurt's swift kiss. He pulled back and gave her a soft smile. "I know what I want, but I don't think you do." "When you've decided, you'll know where to find me." And then he was gone, his tell-tale smoke vanishing as quickly as his body.
Her thought processes in overdrive, Ororo showered again and then dressed. Adding a pair of dark sunglasses to her usual ensemble, she made her way to the kitchen and ate a quick breakfast away from the other students. She didn't feel up to facing Kurt or any questions about her whereabouts yesterday. He was right anyway, she needed to think. Ororo winced and placed a hand to her temple; she also needed an aspirin.
"Storm?" a tiny ashamed voice asked from behind her.
Ororo stifled a small smile at the girls' utterly contrite tone. Their argument seemed forever ago. "Yes, Rogue?"
"Um," she looked down at her feet, pushing her hair behind her ear, "I'm real sorry about what I said yesterday." "I wasn't mad at you and I didn't mean it." He voice twanged slightly. "I hope you'll forgive me."
Ororo gave her a serene smile. "I forgive you, I understand how frustrating it can be when your talking to us oblivious adults," she said dryly, watching her young friend blush.
"I didn't mean that, either." Rogue said, looking suitably embarrassed and apologetic. Ororo decided to let her off easy.
"I know you didn't," she told her. "How about we just forget it?" she asked. "I was insensitive, you overreacted, it'll be our little secret."
Rogue grinned. "Thanks, Storm." "I'll see you at the Danger Room practice tonight?"
"Of course," she replied.
"All right, bye then," Rogue waved and headed out the other door. Ororo grabbed the bottle of aspirin and turned to the window; she made a hasty exit.
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Ororo spat again into the sink and wiped her mouth. After washing her mouth out several times she had finally stopped tasting bile. Things were starting to be a bit more clear now, she could see better, but her mind was wrapped in gauze. She wanted Kurt to come back; he would help her. She sat down on the toilet and stared at the floor, grateful that her stomach had stopped roiling. She didn't know how long she was there before Kurt reentered.
"Storm, I'm making some coffee for you," he told her. "When it is done it should help sober you up."
She ignored his words, instead looking up at his eyes. "I'm sorry," she said. She looked down again, the words galling her even as she spoke them. There was a long pause.
"Why did you go to that place, Ororo?" Kurt asked softly. For a moment he thought it odd that he didn't feel uncomfortable using her first name. He dismissed the thoughts as irrelevant.
Ororo did not look back up. "I just wanted to stop feeling for a little while." Tears of shame ran down from her blue eyes. Kurt looked surprised, he knelt down in front of her. He wiped the tears from her face and gave her an understanding smile. She collapsed under the warmth of that smile and her tears began again. She would not sob, even under the influence of alcohol it would have been too embarrassing, but she allowed the tears to spill silently down her face. "I'm just so lonely sometimes," she whispered.
He pulled her close to him and gently hugged her. "The next time you are lonely I will be here," he promised. He leaned back and gently kissed her forehead.
She gave him a watery smile, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "How did you get so good at this?" "I actually feel better." She finally looked really looked at him, and found herself thinking strange thoughts. "When did Kurt get so grown up, he can't be more than 17." She was having a lot of trouble focusing on one thing for any length of time. "Did I miss that?" "We were never that close but I couldn't have missed that much..."
She sounded so surprised that Kurt actually chuckled. "I know a thing or two about loneliness," he replied softly. He said it without any bitterness, simply accepting his fate.
She moved close to him again, her weakened inhibitions proof enough that she was not quite as aware as she pretended to be. "The next time *you* are lonely, I will be here too," she said solemnly. Then she leaned forward herself and kissed his nose. She actually gave an undignified giggle at his expression of near shock, her sorrow turning to joviality due to the magic of alcohol.
Kurt blushed and stood, pulling Storm up with him. "Come, I will put you to bed," he said.
Ororo shook her head. "I have to take a shower." With a complete lack of regard for his sensibilities she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it onto the floor. Kurt choked, his face flaming. She was reaching for the buttons on the front of her pants when Kurt's hands caught hers.
"Ororo," he said, trying desperately to keep his eyes focused on her face, "can't a shower wait until tomorrow?" Kurt swallowed; sometimes it was hard to remember how incredibly beautiful Ororo Munroe was. She always acted so formal and aloof. But as she stood before him, her generous attributes and pleasing shape painfully obvious to him, he found it very difficult to think of her as anything but an attractive woman.
"I can't sleep unless I shower," she replied stubbornly, beginning to shed her lower apparel. Kurt was torn. He couldn't very well stay in here with her, no matter how little she seemed to care, but if he left her in the shower by herself in her present condition she might possibly drown.
Kurt compromised; closing his eyes tightly he waited until she entered the shower and then pulled the curtain shut around her. He would be there in case she fell, but he wouldn't be breaking too many laws of propriety. He refused to acknowledge the wandering thought that she would probably look great with her hair plastered to her head and dripping water. When the shower finally stopped with no mishaps he stood to leave.
"Kurt, pass me my towel," Ororo said, stepping out of the shower onto the mat. Kurt turned bright purple and closed his eyes again. He reached blindly for the towel and thrust it at her. After a few moments she informed him that he could open his eyes. Her voice was much more collected, but not quite as controlled as was her usual.
Kurt cracked his eyes open to see her wrapped in the towel. His mouth went dry. She walked towards him, her steps graceful, her stride even. "Ororo?" he said nervously. Her eyes dilated and then clouded over as she pressed her body against the length of his. When her lips finally met his he was almost dizzy with the intensity of it all. It was as if her entire being were focused on him and she fairly trembled with suppressed her power. She tasted fabulous; he never wanted her to stop. When it finally ended his knees were weak and it was with a profound sense of loss that his thoughts and doubts came rushing back.
"Ororo," he whispered as she feathered kisses over his lips, jaw, neck, and ears that he couldn't help but respond to. Thunder sounded clearly outside the institute. They shouldn't be doing this, she was inebriated, impressionable, if he allowed it to continue he'd be betraying her trust. He couldn't take advantage of her like that, no matter how tempting it was. He groaned and moved his hands from her hips to place them on her shoulders. "Ororo, we should stop," he gasped out, his voice nothing above a murmur. It was almost painful when she pulled away from him.
She gazed into his face, her expression a bit disorientated, "I thought you wanted to-," she stopped speaking, the clouding disappearing from her gaze almost instantly. Her expressions flashed with confusion and then discomfiture, followed by pain and complete mortification. Finally a semblance of her familiar icy mask slipped into place. "I apologize for putting you in that position, Kurt, it was wrong of me." "I'm your mentor; I should have more control."
"Ororo it's not because-," he was cut off abruptly.
"I understand Kurt," Ororo replied. There was pain and shame in her eyes. She was about to turn away when Kurt grabbed her arms and pulled her back against him.
He saw her features change from hurt to surprised just before he kissed her. He didn't want her when she was so emotionally weakened, but he knew that if he left her it would only create an unimpeachable rift of misunderstanding. She would feel rejected and embarrassed and he would be too gentlemanly to bring it up tomorrow without her permission. It had to be now.
She was melting against him, he could feel it. Her hands were limply clutching at his clothing as she whimpered against his mouth. His hand was buried in her wet hair, the other resting lightly on her hip. Ororo's eyes alternated between clarity and opaque white fire as she pulled him closer. She was still beaded with water from her shower but he didn't care that he was getting wet; he was so far gone he didn't think he'd notice a bomb going off. Kurt's tail whipped in uncontrollable, lazy patterns as Ororo began to divest him of this clothing. He yanked her towel off almost violently and she was just as fierce when she pulled him down to the floor. It was the most beautiful love she had ever felt as she made Kurt hers and fell asleep with her lover's yellow eyes caressing her into the comforting darkness.
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Ororo awoke gently from her dreams into a half lethargic doze. She was aware of herself, but of nothing but her most basic surroundings. She was warm, comfortable, and safe, it was enough that she knew that. Her mind, however, was not lazy and contented. It rushed quickly from memory to memory, trying to tell her something. She concentrated, attempting to remember what was so important that she know. Suddenly the memories chronologically surfaced and she held still as they washed over her.
She recalled going to the bar after the one-sided fight with Rogue. She had gotten terribly drunk, and then everything was hazy. There was an alley, and then there was Kurt. "Kurt!" her mind seemed to surround the name with images. Kurt smiling at her, Kurt kissing her forcefully, Kurt touching her everywhere. The beautiful German phrases that he had whispered in love curled around her and she was tempted to simply stay where she was with those memories wrapped around her forever. Unfortunately awareness was creeping steadily up on her in the form of the uncomfortably bright sunlight and a smaller hangover than she deserved.
Ororo reluctantly opened her bright blue eyes to meet a pair of determined yellow ones. She opened her mouth but was prevented from speaking by Kurt's swift kiss. He pulled back and gave her a soft smile. "I know what I want, but I don't think you do." "When you've decided, you'll know where to find me." And then he was gone, his tell-tale smoke vanishing as quickly as his body.
Her thought processes in overdrive, Ororo showered again and then dressed. Adding a pair of dark sunglasses to her usual ensemble, she made her way to the kitchen and ate a quick breakfast away from the other students. She didn't feel up to facing Kurt or any questions about her whereabouts yesterday. He was right anyway, she needed to think. Ororo winced and placed a hand to her temple; she also needed an aspirin.
"Storm?" a tiny ashamed voice asked from behind her.
Ororo stifled a small smile at the girls' utterly contrite tone. Their argument seemed forever ago. "Yes, Rogue?"
"Um," she looked down at her feet, pushing her hair behind her ear, "I'm real sorry about what I said yesterday." "I wasn't mad at you and I didn't mean it." He voice twanged slightly. "I hope you'll forgive me."
Ororo gave her a serene smile. "I forgive you, I understand how frustrating it can be when your talking to us oblivious adults," she said dryly, watching her young friend blush.
"I didn't mean that, either." Rogue said, looking suitably embarrassed and apologetic. Ororo decided to let her off easy.
"I know you didn't," she told her. "How about we just forget it?" she asked. "I was insensitive, you overreacted, it'll be our little secret."
Rogue grinned. "Thanks, Storm." "I'll see you at the Danger Room practice tonight?"
"Of course," she replied.
"All right, bye then," Rogue waved and headed out the other door. Ororo grabbed the bottle of aspirin and turned to the window; she made a hasty exit.
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