It had been an exhausting day. We must have looked through thousands of files together, Rogue, Jean, and I. I did not know what the men had done, though I found my mind turning to Kurt a few times. Was he all right?
I decided to go to bed early. I have to admit I hoped for another blue velvet dream. As I turned from the kitchen with another serving of toast and jelly, I saw Kurt in the door, holding that cursed card from Amanda again, clutching it strongly. He was, however, looking at me.
If only he was looking at me as he had in his dream … mischievous and interested. "Rough day?" I said at last.
He blinked. "Yes, on the whole. Logan did not return. I worry about him. How were the others?"
I sighed. "They worked hard, and complained about Remy and Scott some. We got some of the files cleared out, though, and put others in a pile to be transferred to disk." I approached the door. He stood, then quickly got out of my way when I would have brushed against him to get by. I could not hold back a tear as I moved past. He could not even stand to touch me.
Maybe my dreams would be better, I thought, as I raced to my bed.
Soon, I was in bed, my eyes closed, and I waited. I was, thankfully, not disappointed. Acres of blue velvet stretched out into infinity, shining with gold, and his face came to me again.
He wore a top hat, suit, and cape, and bowed to me. "Ororo, you are lovely tonight. It is an honor to be your escort."
"Are you going to use your image inducer, Kurt?" I took his arm and we walked down to the front of the mansion.
"Alas, the world is not ready for a blue Robin Hood." He turned it on and became a fairly ordinary-looking man. "Madelyne is bringing the car around."
"Madelyne?" If Scott's wife was bringing the car, that could mean only one thing … "Oh, Kurt! What did you do to get Scott to let you use his Firebird?"
"Only sold him my soul." He laughed at my expression. "And maybe a promise to look after Alex the next time he and Madelyne wanted to go somewhere."
"Oh." Madelyne pulled up and got out.
"Bye, kids. Enjoy storming the castle," she called as Kurt took me around and took off.
We got to the theater early, and Kurt had fun telling me odd facts about the movies we were about to see. The Sea-Hawk was first, and we took our seats in time to see some of the early publicity stills and advertisements for the movie. Then we settled in to watch.
Kurt casually wrapped his arm around me in the first five minutes, and his tail around my arm within the first ten. He mouthed half the lines before the actors did. Then he turned my face toward his during a big battle scene, intending to kiss me.
I shook my head and pulled back. He looked confused, then hurt. I beckoned him and moved to the aisle, then out of the theater. "What is wrong?" he asked, as I held the door open for him.
"Kurt, I am sorry. But when you kiss me, I want you to kiss me, not someone I don't know and don't … care about."
His eyes lit up. "You mean you care for me, liebe?"
"Of course I do," I said impatiently.
He nodded. "I can wait."
We watched the rest of the first movie, got some popcorn, and watched The Adventures of Robin Hood quietly, holding hands. His hand was warm and soft on the surface, and gripped mine firmly, especially when I tried to let go. "I have to scratch my nose," I whispered. So he moved his hand with mine, and I scratched my nose with his hand holding mine tightly.
Afterward, we talked some about the movies and laughed, driving home with the wonderful wind in our faces. When I parked the car in the garage in its special place and we put the canvas cover back over it, Kurt turned off his image inducer.
"Ororo, have you had a good time tonight?"
I walked toward him, then stopped, a little nervous. "I have."
"Want to do it again some time?" He closed the distance between us and looked seriously into my eyes.
I swallowed. "Yes. I do."
His smile came closer, and we kissed sweetly, then passionately. He then broke off and caressed my cheek, a soft touch that sang down my spine. "Guten nacht, liebe. Auf wiedersehen."
He walked away, and I slowly entered the mansion in a daze, waving away Scott's anxious questions about his car and Remy's more personal questions about how our date had gone.
