Kurt awoke on his birthday in one of his worse moods. It had been three days and Ororo still hadn't spoken to him. He would understand if she didn't want anything by way of a relationship, but couldn't she at least *tell* him that? Instead he had spent the last few days trying to pay attention to his teachers and peers while wondering what she meant by all those intense glances she kept sending his way. He had certainly caught himself staring at her once or twice, but if she wasn't interested, why was she looking at him? He shook his head and began dressing. It would be nice if he could at least stop thinking about her.
Kurt decided to walk down to the breakfast table, thankful that he had no school today. Those teacher conference days had fallen on the perfect date and he intended to put his free time to use by feeling sorry for himself. He sighed, looked around, and then sighed again when there was no one to notice his morose expression. He trudged on, completely oblivious to his surroundings, which was probably why he was so surprised when he was pulled into the empty room that he was passing.
Kurt gaped as he was slammed up against the now closed door and the distinct sound of a lock clicking was heard. "Morning, Kurt," a breathy voice said in his ear. He shivered at the promise in her tone.
"Ororo?" he asked, almost as unbelieving of this facet of his mentor as he had been when he'd discovered her vulnerable side. She gave him a seductive smile.
"Happy Birthday," she purred just before her lips locked onto his. He didn't even bother to conceal his reaction as he pressed her close to him. He picked her up easily and carried her swiftly to a nearby table; he boosted her up and stood between her legs, kissing her with an intensity that she eagerly returned. Eventually she pulled back and they took a moment to recover. He didn't know how long they stood there, but he was certain he hadn't caught a full breath the entire time.
Ororo smiled up at him, her eyes dancing with mischief and desire. "I can't stay long," she grinned at his unhappy expression, "but I wanted to tell you my decision." Another kiss descended on him and he happily allowed it. "I have an appointment in the danger room," she told him when they reluctantly separated. She hopped down and headed for the door.
"Ororo!" Kurt called, waiting until she had turned away from the door. "When did you make your decision?" he asked curiously, her intense gazes during dinner came to him suddenly.
"Three days ago," Ororo admitted, then continued at his questioning expression. "I was going to tell you that day, but then I found out that you turned eighteen today." Kurt's expression was still uncomprehending. Ororo abruptly reminded herself that Kurt had grown up in Germany. "There's a law that prohibits relationships between adults and teenagers under the age of 18," Ororo told him.
Kurt's eyes widened. "I broke a law?" he asked, looking amazed.
Ororo grinned. "Don't worry, just a state one," she told him laughingly. (It's not like you tried to kill the President or anything. *wink*)
"Mein Gott!" Kurt said. Ororo laughed and kissed him again, deeply but quickly. Suddenly he didn't mind so much.
"I'll see you in a little while," she said, fondly placing her hand on his cheek before disappearing out the door like an errant wind. When Kurt left the room a few minutes later he was reeling from more than just the intensity of her kisses.
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"Kurt, what's wrong, you only ate, like, half of your usual ton of food," Ororo heard as she entered the room where the rest of the X-Men were eating.
"I am sorry, Kitty, I thought I'd save some food for the rest of you today," Kurt replied. His smile was brilliant and, she guessed, not at all inspired by the quip. Ororo walked across the room and took a seat directly opposite from him. She gave him a secret smile, managing not to blush under his gaze.
"So, what are you all going to do on your free days?" she asked him.
"I was actually planning to stay around here," he told her with a straight face. "I have a project to do for History."
"Oh Kurt, you aren't actually going to work on that during the off days!" Kitty exclaimed, looking horrified. Ororo couldn't help but smile. "We have like three weeks to finish it!"
"Ja, but I want to get a head start," Kurt replied. "I'm trying to break out of my cycle of procrastination."
"Very noble of you," Scott said approvingly. He was already hard at work on his college courses and was even taking a few by correspondence.
"Quiet, Scott," Kitty told him with a mock-shudder. "I'm trying to stop him from getting into an unhealthy routine."
"And getting your homework done in a timely manner is unhealthy?" Ororo asked, raising an eyebrow in amusement.
"Of course!" Kitty cried as if it were an obvious point. "It's a well known fact that studious people have dull sex lives."
Kurt choked and Ororo grinned at him as he sputtered. "I guess Kurt will have to tell us if that's true or not," Ororo told Kitty, leaning forward with avid interest.
"I plead the fifth amendment," Kurt said with great dignity. Ororo looked over at Kitty and saw the same humor mirrored in her eyes. As one, to Kurt's dismay, they burst out in fit of giggles. Ororo briefly wondered how long it had been since she had giggled. She turned her attention to Kurt, her laughter now under control. "Well," he said, standing, "I have some homework to do," he told them. He was about to leave when Jean sauntered into the room holding something behind her back.
"Kurt!" she called, causing the blue mutant to turn back. "Something just came for you," she replied. Her eyes were filled with curiosity and humor.
"What kind of something?" Kurt asked warily. Practical jokes were not out of the ordinary around here, though he didn't often know Jean to participate in them.
"Something like this," she replied, pulling a red rose with a note attached to it from behind her back.
Kurt took it from her gently, confusion on her features. "I wonder who this could be from," he thought aloud as he opened the small envelope. He completely missed Ororo's small smile.
Dear Kurt,
Same time, same place. See you then.
~Your Secret Admirer
Kurt blushed suddenly, his eyes flicking suddenly to Ororo and taking in her significant expression. He nodded almost imperceptibly in her direction. It was times like this that he really wished his mutation was time travel. It seemed like it would be forever until ten o'clock rolled around.
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Ororo sat in the greenhouse, calmly tending to her plants. Finally she gave up, knowing her heart wasn't really in it. She glanced at the clock; it was only 6:20, much too early. Despite her best efforts time would not speed up at her silent mental command. This annoyed her greatly. Ororo sighed, realizing she was being just a tad unreasonable. Again her eyes flickered to the clock. 6:22. She threw down her trowel and went to shower.
Ororo emerged from the bathroom an hour later. She had managed to kill quite a bit of time by taking a long bubble bath, still she had three more hours to wait. The room was already prepared, the candles were waiting to be lit, their food was pre-ordered, and the music was chosen and prepped. She had even harvested some petals from various scented flowers and sprinkled the bed with them. There was simply nothing else to do. Except, maybe visit Kurt and see what he was up to. Ororo was dressed and groomed in record time. She hoped Kurt was in his room this time.
Ororo gently opened Kurt's door and peeked inside. His even breathing told her everything she needed to know. She noticed that his alarm had been set to go off a little before ten. She grinned, he'd set his clock for their date. She mentally told herself not to be such a child. She just couldn't seem to help it, Kurt brought out the teenager in her. She blamed it on the hormones. "Yes that's it, hormones!" she coached herself. She quietly approached his bed and climbed up next to him. She didn't know if she wanted to wake him up or just watch him sleep.
He looked almost angelic when he slept, his longish blue hair falling across his face. She couldn't resist reaching forwards and brushing it gently out of his eyes, completely captivated by the face of the man she loved. "Goddess, when did this happen?" She smiled reflectively, "A few days ago he was any other young man, albeit the blue skin and spaded tail, and now I'm in love with him." Again she caressed his face. "It's been a long time since I was last in love." This time when she traced his jaw line his eyelids fluttered slightly. Ororo lightly brushed her thumb over his lips, the breeze in the room suddenly picked up a bit as she felt his lips part slightly at her touch.
"Ororo?" Kurt asked in a soft, sleep-fogged voice. She noted that his accent was more pronounced when he was sleepy. Kurt's eyes cracked open, shining yellow suns against the twilight of his face. The sun was setting outside the window and none of Kurt's lamps were on. Storm continued her soothing strokes across his forehead while the darkness gathered. Kurt's tail whipped up from where it had been at rest and pulled Ororo quickly down to him. She gave him an amused look from her new position, half-reclining on top of him.
"Did you have pleasant dreams?" she asked in a near whisper. It seemed almost sacrilegious to shatter the private atmosphere with a tone any louder.
"No dreams as pleasant as the one I woke up to," he murmured to her.
Ororo laughed softly, amazed that he could be so charming even when half asleep. She bent down and placed a slow, languid kiss on his lips; then she laid her head on his shoulder, allowing her body to go limp. After a few moments she felt Kurt's arm steal around her waist and press her body closer to his. "This is nice."
"Mmm," Kurt agreed, "you should wake me up more often."
"I'll remember that on Monday," Ororo said dryly.
"Ach, you cannot hold anything I say now against me later," Kurt replied, his playful voice betraying his mood, "I was just awoken from a deep sleep by a beautiful, overly-seductive weather witch and I'm not certain if I know *what* I'm saying."
Ororo grinned, though he couldn't possibly see. "Oh that old excuse?" she asked, her tone also amused.
"Well, it hasn't failed me yet," he replied. "I can see that clock from here, so I know I haven't yet overslept," Kurt replied, his question was posed as a statement.
"I missed you," Storm said softly, all joking aside. Kurt sensed her changing mood and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. He then loosened his grip on her and scooted down so that they were face to face.
"You are always welcome here, Ororo," Kurt told her, not dropping her eyes. Storm marked his new confidence and familiarity with her and felt the solemn mood begin to drop away.
"Thank you," she replied, then she dipped down to steal a kiss.
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The first kiss ignited a torrent of feelings for Kurt. Foremost was desire, passion, and a deep need to share those with the woman next to him, but there were other feelings which he hid adeptly. Kurt had fallen in love once in his young career, and he remembered how it had ended. When he had revealed his more serious feelings, his erstwhile girlfriend had fled. He didn't plan to make the same mistake with Ororo, he would wait and see how she felt. "Mein Gott, I hope she loves me," Kurt prayed silently as the heat between them grew, fueled by stroking hands and seeking tongues. "May she love me as I love her."
Kurt continued to kiss her, deeply and with a promise of what was to come. He didn't plan to finish this here though, he was well aware that she had something planned for tonight. He could probably pull her over the edge with him here, but he would wait. He wasn't some hormonal teenager.... "Ok, I am, but I can control it for a few hours."
"Ororo," he muttered against the softness of her neck, "if you tire me out now, I may not perform to the best of my ability later." He pulled back to shoot her a wicked grin. Ororo pouted and his resolve weakened. "A pouting ex-goddess is an incredible turn on," Kurt decided. He stole a powerful kiss and then pulled back. His tail firmly around her waist, he hauled her up to her knees and pressed her flush against him.
"I have to wait another whole hour," Ororo said, her mouth quirked into a petulant expression. It was like a catholic schoolgirl, a Dallas Cowboy cheerleader, and a playboy bunny all rolled into one. She had no idea what she was doing to him with that look. He glanced down at their bodies, pressed as tightly together as was physically possible. He took it back, she most likely knew exactly what it was doing to him and was enjoying every second of it.
"You are a wicked, wicked woman, Ororo Munroe," Kurt said huskily, his accent reshaping the sentence.
"I know, and now I have to go change into something more comfortable." She grinned at him as she sauntered out of the room. God, he loved that woman.
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Kurt decided to walk down to the breakfast table, thankful that he had no school today. Those teacher conference days had fallen on the perfect date and he intended to put his free time to use by feeling sorry for himself. He sighed, looked around, and then sighed again when there was no one to notice his morose expression. He trudged on, completely oblivious to his surroundings, which was probably why he was so surprised when he was pulled into the empty room that he was passing.
Kurt gaped as he was slammed up against the now closed door and the distinct sound of a lock clicking was heard. "Morning, Kurt," a breathy voice said in his ear. He shivered at the promise in her tone.
"Ororo?" he asked, almost as unbelieving of this facet of his mentor as he had been when he'd discovered her vulnerable side. She gave him a seductive smile.
"Happy Birthday," she purred just before her lips locked onto his. He didn't even bother to conceal his reaction as he pressed her close to him. He picked her up easily and carried her swiftly to a nearby table; he boosted her up and stood between her legs, kissing her with an intensity that she eagerly returned. Eventually she pulled back and they took a moment to recover. He didn't know how long they stood there, but he was certain he hadn't caught a full breath the entire time.
Ororo smiled up at him, her eyes dancing with mischief and desire. "I can't stay long," she grinned at his unhappy expression, "but I wanted to tell you my decision." Another kiss descended on him and he happily allowed it. "I have an appointment in the danger room," she told him when they reluctantly separated. She hopped down and headed for the door.
"Ororo!" Kurt called, waiting until she had turned away from the door. "When did you make your decision?" he asked curiously, her intense gazes during dinner came to him suddenly.
"Three days ago," Ororo admitted, then continued at his questioning expression. "I was going to tell you that day, but then I found out that you turned eighteen today." Kurt's expression was still uncomprehending. Ororo abruptly reminded herself that Kurt had grown up in Germany. "There's a law that prohibits relationships between adults and teenagers under the age of 18," Ororo told him.
Kurt's eyes widened. "I broke a law?" he asked, looking amazed.
Ororo grinned. "Don't worry, just a state one," she told him laughingly. (It's not like you tried to kill the President or anything. *wink*)
"Mein Gott!" Kurt said. Ororo laughed and kissed him again, deeply but quickly. Suddenly he didn't mind so much.
"I'll see you in a little while," she said, fondly placing her hand on his cheek before disappearing out the door like an errant wind. When Kurt left the room a few minutes later he was reeling from more than just the intensity of her kisses.
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"Kurt, what's wrong, you only ate, like, half of your usual ton of food," Ororo heard as she entered the room where the rest of the X-Men were eating.
"I am sorry, Kitty, I thought I'd save some food for the rest of you today," Kurt replied. His smile was brilliant and, she guessed, not at all inspired by the quip. Ororo walked across the room and took a seat directly opposite from him. She gave him a secret smile, managing not to blush under his gaze.
"So, what are you all going to do on your free days?" she asked him.
"I was actually planning to stay around here," he told her with a straight face. "I have a project to do for History."
"Oh Kurt, you aren't actually going to work on that during the off days!" Kitty exclaimed, looking horrified. Ororo couldn't help but smile. "We have like three weeks to finish it!"
"Ja, but I want to get a head start," Kurt replied. "I'm trying to break out of my cycle of procrastination."
"Very noble of you," Scott said approvingly. He was already hard at work on his college courses and was even taking a few by correspondence.
"Quiet, Scott," Kitty told him with a mock-shudder. "I'm trying to stop him from getting into an unhealthy routine."
"And getting your homework done in a timely manner is unhealthy?" Ororo asked, raising an eyebrow in amusement.
"Of course!" Kitty cried as if it were an obvious point. "It's a well known fact that studious people have dull sex lives."
Kurt choked and Ororo grinned at him as he sputtered. "I guess Kurt will have to tell us if that's true or not," Ororo told Kitty, leaning forward with avid interest.
"I plead the fifth amendment," Kurt said with great dignity. Ororo looked over at Kitty and saw the same humor mirrored in her eyes. As one, to Kurt's dismay, they burst out in fit of giggles. Ororo briefly wondered how long it had been since she had giggled. She turned her attention to Kurt, her laughter now under control. "Well," he said, standing, "I have some homework to do," he told them. He was about to leave when Jean sauntered into the room holding something behind her back.
"Kurt!" she called, causing the blue mutant to turn back. "Something just came for you," she replied. Her eyes were filled with curiosity and humor.
"What kind of something?" Kurt asked warily. Practical jokes were not out of the ordinary around here, though he didn't often know Jean to participate in them.
"Something like this," she replied, pulling a red rose with a note attached to it from behind her back.
Kurt took it from her gently, confusion on her features. "I wonder who this could be from," he thought aloud as he opened the small envelope. He completely missed Ororo's small smile.
Dear Kurt,
Same time, same place. See you then.
~Your Secret Admirer
Kurt blushed suddenly, his eyes flicking suddenly to Ororo and taking in her significant expression. He nodded almost imperceptibly in her direction. It was times like this that he really wished his mutation was time travel. It seemed like it would be forever until ten o'clock rolled around.
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Ororo sat in the greenhouse, calmly tending to her plants. Finally she gave up, knowing her heart wasn't really in it. She glanced at the clock; it was only 6:20, much too early. Despite her best efforts time would not speed up at her silent mental command. This annoyed her greatly. Ororo sighed, realizing she was being just a tad unreasonable. Again her eyes flickered to the clock. 6:22. She threw down her trowel and went to shower.
Ororo emerged from the bathroom an hour later. She had managed to kill quite a bit of time by taking a long bubble bath, still she had three more hours to wait. The room was already prepared, the candles were waiting to be lit, their food was pre-ordered, and the music was chosen and prepped. She had even harvested some petals from various scented flowers and sprinkled the bed with them. There was simply nothing else to do. Except, maybe visit Kurt and see what he was up to. Ororo was dressed and groomed in record time. She hoped Kurt was in his room this time.
Ororo gently opened Kurt's door and peeked inside. His even breathing told her everything she needed to know. She noticed that his alarm had been set to go off a little before ten. She grinned, he'd set his clock for their date. She mentally told herself not to be such a child. She just couldn't seem to help it, Kurt brought out the teenager in her. She blamed it on the hormones. "Yes that's it, hormones!" she coached herself. She quietly approached his bed and climbed up next to him. She didn't know if she wanted to wake him up or just watch him sleep.
He looked almost angelic when he slept, his longish blue hair falling across his face. She couldn't resist reaching forwards and brushing it gently out of his eyes, completely captivated by the face of the man she loved. "Goddess, when did this happen?" She smiled reflectively, "A few days ago he was any other young man, albeit the blue skin and spaded tail, and now I'm in love with him." Again she caressed his face. "It's been a long time since I was last in love." This time when she traced his jaw line his eyelids fluttered slightly. Ororo lightly brushed her thumb over his lips, the breeze in the room suddenly picked up a bit as she felt his lips part slightly at her touch.
"Ororo?" Kurt asked in a soft, sleep-fogged voice. She noted that his accent was more pronounced when he was sleepy. Kurt's eyes cracked open, shining yellow suns against the twilight of his face. The sun was setting outside the window and none of Kurt's lamps were on. Storm continued her soothing strokes across his forehead while the darkness gathered. Kurt's tail whipped up from where it had been at rest and pulled Ororo quickly down to him. She gave him an amused look from her new position, half-reclining on top of him.
"Did you have pleasant dreams?" she asked in a near whisper. It seemed almost sacrilegious to shatter the private atmosphere with a tone any louder.
"No dreams as pleasant as the one I woke up to," he murmured to her.
Ororo laughed softly, amazed that he could be so charming even when half asleep. She bent down and placed a slow, languid kiss on his lips; then she laid her head on his shoulder, allowing her body to go limp. After a few moments she felt Kurt's arm steal around her waist and press her body closer to his. "This is nice."
"Mmm," Kurt agreed, "you should wake me up more often."
"I'll remember that on Monday," Ororo said dryly.
"Ach, you cannot hold anything I say now against me later," Kurt replied, his playful voice betraying his mood, "I was just awoken from a deep sleep by a beautiful, overly-seductive weather witch and I'm not certain if I know *what* I'm saying."
Ororo grinned, though he couldn't possibly see. "Oh that old excuse?" she asked, her tone also amused.
"Well, it hasn't failed me yet," he replied. "I can see that clock from here, so I know I haven't yet overslept," Kurt replied, his question was posed as a statement.
"I missed you," Storm said softly, all joking aside. Kurt sensed her changing mood and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. He then loosened his grip on her and scooted down so that they were face to face.
"You are always welcome here, Ororo," Kurt told her, not dropping her eyes. Storm marked his new confidence and familiarity with her and felt the solemn mood begin to drop away.
"Thank you," she replied, then she dipped down to steal a kiss.
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The first kiss ignited a torrent of feelings for Kurt. Foremost was desire, passion, and a deep need to share those with the woman next to him, but there were other feelings which he hid adeptly. Kurt had fallen in love once in his young career, and he remembered how it had ended. When he had revealed his more serious feelings, his erstwhile girlfriend had fled. He didn't plan to make the same mistake with Ororo, he would wait and see how she felt. "Mein Gott, I hope she loves me," Kurt prayed silently as the heat between them grew, fueled by stroking hands and seeking tongues. "May she love me as I love her."
Kurt continued to kiss her, deeply and with a promise of what was to come. He didn't plan to finish this here though, he was well aware that she had something planned for tonight. He could probably pull her over the edge with him here, but he would wait. He wasn't some hormonal teenager.... "Ok, I am, but I can control it for a few hours."
"Ororo," he muttered against the softness of her neck, "if you tire me out now, I may not perform to the best of my ability later." He pulled back to shoot her a wicked grin. Ororo pouted and his resolve weakened. "A pouting ex-goddess is an incredible turn on," Kurt decided. He stole a powerful kiss and then pulled back. His tail firmly around her waist, he hauled her up to her knees and pressed her flush against him.
"I have to wait another whole hour," Ororo said, her mouth quirked into a petulant expression. It was like a catholic schoolgirl, a Dallas Cowboy cheerleader, and a playboy bunny all rolled into one. She had no idea what she was doing to him with that look. He glanced down at their bodies, pressed as tightly together as was physically possible. He took it back, she most likely knew exactly what it was doing to him and was enjoying every second of it.
"You are a wicked, wicked woman, Ororo Munroe," Kurt said huskily, his accent reshaping the sentence.
"I know, and now I have to go change into something more comfortable." She grinned at him as she sauntered out of the room. God, he loved that woman.
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