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the universe, but I DO own Morgan and Clan Flannigan.
Thank you everyone for the great reviews! I know, I am truly evil with my cliffhangers, but honestly I feel those are the best ways to end chapters, or else they'd just go on and on an on. Besides, I think it makes it more interesting.
For those of you who have requested I proof-read more, I have done so. In fact, this chapter went through four re-writes before I was finally happy with it. I hope you enjoy it! I'm sorry I don't have the time to do personal responses, but I wanted to get this chapter out of the way so that I could move on to the next one. Please review! :D
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I stared stupidly at the doorway, my body crying out for the touch it had so abruptly lost. Logan stood there, claws out, crouched in the doorway. Fury swiftly overcame other emotional states. "Logan, what the hell-"
"Shh." He ordered. He held a single claw up to his lips. "Thought I smelled something," his nostrils flared, and he cocked his head, eyes going to the bathroom door. He stalked past me, and kicked the door in just as Kurt came to the hall door. A rush of steam poured out, and I heard Logan curse. "Shit!"
I saw enough to register what was on the bathroom floor. Then, I turned around and threw up for what I assume was the fifth time that day. It was bile, for I'd had nothing to eat, but that didn't make it any better. When my stomach was empty, I continued to dry heave. Distantly, I could hear Logan yelling something, and I felt someone's hands take my arms. I let them guide me out of the hallway, and then someone else's arms were wrapping around me. I shuddered, and buried my face in the offered shoulder, but it did nothing to get the image out of my head.
What was laying on the carpet had been Ryan. His face was perfect, untouched, as clear as when I'd seen him just hours ago. The rest of him had been stripped to the bone, bits of flesh still clinging to the red- tinged skeleton that someone had left in my bathroom. His bones had gleamed wetly, white showing through the blood that coated them. It didn't seem real, it was too horrific to happen. How? How was it possible? I'd only been out of the room for twenty minutes at the most, how could someone have come in and done that without me knowing? And why?
I closed my eyes, and could still see it. The tile was remarkably clean, like he'd been killed somewhere else, and left there for me to find. How could his blood still be so wet, so fresh, and yet there not be a sign of it anywhere else than on his bones? I felt my stomach roil, and I knew I was going to be sick again. I took a step back from the person and tried to stand on my own to legs, but they were shaking too badly.
I slid down to the floor, numb. I just sat there shaking, trying to stop my mind from racing in little circles. Arms came around me again, and I clung to whoever was holding me like a leaf in a windstorm, and my legs weren't very capable of holding me up. Gently, they lifted me and distantly I acknowledge I was being carried.They took me a short distance and sat me down on something soft. "Morgan," Kurt's voice came to me distantly, and his hand stroked my hair softly. "Please, Morgan.."
"Why?" I asked, and my voice was choked, strained. "How?"
"We will find out together, Liebe," he said softly, "I promise you."
I don't know how long we sat there in the darkness, holding each other. The room was quiet, and though I'm sure I was only a few doors away from where I had been before, I could hear no sound. It was as if only he and I existed in an endless void of darkness, and it helped me immensely to calm down.
I realized that I was sitting on a bed, and I laid down. I was too tired to care who's bed it was, or if they would care. I just laid down, curling myself into a ball. I felt the weight on the bed shift, and Kurt was there too, curling his lithe body around mine, cradling me in his arms. I cuddled back against him, taking the comfort he offered with the warmth of his body and his softly spoken words. I do not remember what he said, only that they made me feel a little bit better.
I woke up to the sound of birdsong, and in an unfamiliar bed. I yawned and stretched, opening my eyes blearily to see a strange tangle of metal above me. I was in Kurt's room. I looked around, and discovered I was alone in the bed. In fact, I was alone in the room.
I remembered with clarity the body on the floor, Ryan's face, and instead of numb or sad I felt angry. I was positive that the person who had attacked me, presumablely Kurt, was the same person that had taken Ryan away from me. And if she had taken Ryan, that meant that she might be able to take my family too. I had to call them.
I looked around, but I couldn't find a phone in Kurt's room. I was just hauling myself up out of bed when there was the tell tale sound of displaced air, and Kurt appeared in a puff of smoke at the foot of the bed. "Ah, you are awake," he said. "Das ist gut."
"I need a phone." I said. "Quickly, Kurt, or else someone else could be-"
"It was not Ryan." He said, and I blinked at him in surprise. "It was someone who was altered to look like him." He held up a sheaf of paper. "This is the DNA of the person who was killed, and he most definitely was not a mutant. Therefore, he can not be your friend." He handed the papers to me. "We know that he was not killed here. That he was butchered somewhere else. Then, it seems, someone teleported him in, and teleported out."
"Teleported?" I asked, and my voice was shaking slighty.
"Ja. I am not the only mutant with that gift. Though, I am the best." He said it with a smile, but I didn't feel like laughing.
My hands quaked as I took the papers from him, and I leafed through them not even really reading them. It wasn't Ryan. It hadn't been Ryan. I was happy, near ecstatic with relief, but I was also even more angry. How dare she? Ryan was one thing, but she had taken a stranger, what's more, an innocent. Someone who wasn't even remotely involved in what was happening in the situation. And why had she done it? More than likely, as a warning. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became, until I was almost seeing red. I handed the papers back to him. "Phone. Please." My voice was tight, low, and his eyes widened slightly at the tone.
He produced from his pants pocket a tiny, silver mobile phone. I dialed Ryan's number first. "Hello?" he answered, and I could already tell he was on edge. Yet I was so relieved to hear his voice I nearly wept from it. I kept repeating in my head, thank god, thank god.
"It's me. Don't worry I'm safe." I said instead. I could tell him about his doppleganger later.
"Morgan thank god! Where the hell are you?"
"Not sure." Which was the truth. I had no idea if I was even in the same state I lived in. "Some very bad things have been happening. What's going on there?"
"Officially? You've been kidnapped. Your Uncle's going nuts. The FBI threatened to lock him up if he didn't leave them alone, and he told them he'd investigate it himself then. He's got your brothers with him. Your dad is at home, waiting for your kidnappers to call." He paused. "You aren't just saying that are you? You haven't really been kidnapped?"
"Ryan, I haven't really been kidnapped. I was attacked, and Logan and Kurt saved me. I promise. Look, listen, do me a favor. Go over there. My parent's house I mean. I'm going to call them now. Go fast Ryan, I've got a horrible feeling that you all may be in danger, and the sooner we get you all in the same place, the better I'll feel."
"Morgan, what's going on?"
"I'll explain later." I said. "Just, go okay? And pack a bag."
"Yes Ma'am." He said. I heard a click as he hung up the phone.
I dialed my parents' number, and was not surprised when it rang, and rang, and rang. They'd be recording this call, and they probably had to make sure everything was all set to go. Finally, someone picked up. "Hello?" My father's voice was calm and even. Usually that was the tone he reserved for when he was most angry, meaning that there would be hell to pay if you crossed him.
"Daddy I haven't been kidnapped!" I said. Best to head that off at the pass.
"Baby! Where are you? Are you okay? Who took you-"
"No one took me." I said heatedly. "Look, I'm sure Uncle Pat told you about my special friend, Kurt-"I hoped he'd pick up on the special part. It's a code we'd used all of our lives for someone like us. Mutants.
"Your new boyfriend." He said, and I knew he got it.
"Yeah him. Look, I'm with him. I'm sorry I didn't leave a note, or didn't call, but, well, we kinda had to leave in a hurry."
He gave a wry laugh. "So I saw. Your safe?"
"Absolutely." I said.
"What about your apartment? It's all torn up honey-"
At this point, it was better to feign ignorance on this particular subject. "It is? Someone broke into my apartment? What did they take?"
"Nothing, that we could see. Just threw things around like they were looking for something. Even your laptop is still there. You never go anywhere without that." He was suspicious.
"Oh well, it was a spur of the moment kind of thing Daddy." I giggled. "Kurt wanted to take me on a little vacation, and he's just so charming I couldn't resist!"
"May I speak with this Kurt person please?" he asked, and I blinked.
"Um, sure. Hang on." I held the phone out to Kurt. "He wants to talk to you." I said.
For a moment, he looked at me, and then nodded, taking the phone gently from my hand. "This is Kurt." I watched his face as he listened to what my father said. "No sir, I promise you she is perfectly safe." Another pause. "Ja, I am German." His eyes widened, and he gave me a pleased smile. "Ja sie ist ganz speziell. Ich manchmal Entdeckung selbst im Awe von, wie speziell sie ist. Ich denke, daß Sie ein sehr glücklicher Mann sind, eine Tochter haben so wundervoll wie sie in Ihrem Leben. In der Tat Sie müssen wirklich gesegnet werden, wenn Sie wundervollere Kinder." There was another pause as he listened attentively, and then I was shocked to see a faint purplish tint color his cheeks. What the hell had my father said to him? "Sir, I am shocked that you would speak of your own daughter that way." He said, and there was a wicked gleam in his eye. "However, I'm more than willing to discover that for myself." Then, he passed the phone back to me.
My dad was laughing so hard he could barely breathe. "What the hell did you say to him?" I asked.
"Oh, kitten," he said, "it's guy talk. Don't worry, the tape is off. The fed's want to see you, make sure your safe."
"Well, that's not going to happen." I said. "Daddy, is anyone else listening?"
There was a pause. "No hun, not anymore."
"Dad, you may be in trouble. No questions, just listen. I've already got Ryan on the way over there. I need you to pack up the kids, and mom, and send them my way. I want to make sure that those that can't take care of themselves are safe."
"You got it honey. I need to know where you are first though."
"I'd tell you, but I'm not entirely sure myself. Send them out to that old motel on route 42. You know the place. I'll meet them there. Lets say, what time is it now?"
'Noon." Kurt and my father said in unison. Well, at least I was in the same time zone.
"Lets say by 2:30. I'll pick them up there."
"You've got it. Your mom won't like being sent off without an explanation-"
"Tell her not to argue, and do it because she loves me."
We hung up, and I looked at Kurt. "We need to go pick up my family."
He didn't ask why, he just nodded. "Food first." He said. "You haven't eaten in two days that I know of." I would have protested, but my stomach chose just that moment to grumble very loudly. "Then, we must talk to Charles."
"Charles?" Last night it had been 'The Professor' and today it was Charles. I raised an eyebrow, and for the first time today, really looked at him. He was standing tall, straight, his shoulders up and head high. There was a sense of confidence about him, a self assurance that I didn't remember him having before. His expression, his eyes conveyed that same sense of confidence that I had never noticed. I knew immediately what had happened. "You remembered." I said softly.
He gave a joyous laugh, and grabbed my hands. He pulled me off the bed and into his arms, lifting me up off the ground. I wrapped my arms around his neck and laughed as he spun me around, then set me gently to my feet. "It came back last night." He said. "Right there." He pointed to the bed. "I was holding you, and speaking to you, and it all started coming back to me in bits and pieces. And so I spoke of that. I talked and talked, until my throat was dry, and even after you were asleep, I spoke of what I remembered."
I felt a sudden pang of guilt. "Kurt, I wasn't- I mean-"
"You weren't listening." He said, and smiled. "Ja. But that's okay. Because you still helped me with it." He raised a thick finger, and smoothed back a lock of stray hair that had drifted in front of my eyes. Then, he trailed that finger down my cheek, and the line of my jaw. I felt a brief thrill up my spine at the unthinking intimacy of the touch. "You have helped me so much, Morgan. There is nothing I can ever do that will show how grateful I am."
I felt my heart begin to hammer in my chest. He was so unbelievably handsome, I had no idea why more women didn't see it. Intelligent, considerate, funny, charming, there was no question of it. I was falling head over heals in love with him, and there wasn't a damn thing I could do to stop it. One of his hands had come to rest on my hip, and the other was gently cupping my chin. Even his fingers had a dusting of fur on them that sent tingles through me. There was a look in his eyes that was frightening in it's intensity, a mixture of passion, need, and something deeper, far more serious than I had ever expected to see. My arms were still safely around his neck, and I let my fingers creep up into the line of his hair. I wasn't about to let him get away this time. I wanted my kiss from last night dammit, and could care less about interruptions.
His eyes slid closed as my hands tangled in his hair, and his lips parted in a soft sigh. I made a mental note that he seemed to like that, and drew his head down towards me. I felt his tail snake around my thigh, pulling me closer to him. I licked my lips lightly as I drew him ever nearer.
When his lips touched mine, it was like smooth, warm silk caressing me. They brushed against me lightly, and I shivered, holding him tight. I felt them again, sliding across mine, and I kissed him back, my lips parting. His tongue brushed against my lips, and I parted them further, allowing him to dip into my mouth. I explored his, my tongue running over the fine, sharp edges of his canines. I made another mental note that kissing him carelessly could be dangerous.
The kiss grew in intensity, became more heated. It seemed we fed from each others mouths. I sucked the tip of his tongue gently, and he moaned; his teeth grazed my lower lip and drew a gasp from me. My knees were weak, my head swum as I clung to him, breathless, my blood rushing in my ears.
All too soon it seemed he pulled away, and it seemed to me his eyes were so bright they glowed. "Morgan," his voice rumbled through me like a train, it shook me. It was loaded with passion, promises of things to come, and I desperately wanted to silence it with another kiss.
"Wow," I said instead. Reluctantly, I took two shaky steps away from him. He hesitated for a moment before letting me go. I opened my mouth to say something else, but it was hard for me to focus. "Wow," I said again.
He grinned, and flourished a bow in my direction. "Thank you," He said, and I had a sudden urge to throw something at him, so I tossed a pillow from the bed his way. He snatched it out of the air easily and set it back down on the bed. Gently, he kissed the tip of my nose, and then took my hand. "Come, let's get something to eat, and then we can see what to do about your family.
I sighed, and let him lead me out of his room. Oh, I was hungry all right, for more than just food. I spent the rest of the walk to breakfast fantasizing about how I could have my cake and eat it too, literally.
Translation:: Yes, she is very special. I sometimes find myself in awe of how special she is. I think that you are a very lucky man, to have a daughter as wonderful as her in your life. Indeed, you must be truly blessed if you have more wonderful children like her.
Thank you everyone for the great reviews! I know, I am truly evil with my cliffhangers, but honestly I feel those are the best ways to end chapters, or else they'd just go on and on an on. Besides, I think it makes it more interesting.
For those of you who have requested I proof-read more, I have done so. In fact, this chapter went through four re-writes before I was finally happy with it. I hope you enjoy it! I'm sorry I don't have the time to do personal responses, but I wanted to get this chapter out of the way so that I could move on to the next one. Please review! :D
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I stared stupidly at the doorway, my body crying out for the touch it had so abruptly lost. Logan stood there, claws out, crouched in the doorway. Fury swiftly overcame other emotional states. "Logan, what the hell-"
"Shh." He ordered. He held a single claw up to his lips. "Thought I smelled something," his nostrils flared, and he cocked his head, eyes going to the bathroom door. He stalked past me, and kicked the door in just as Kurt came to the hall door. A rush of steam poured out, and I heard Logan curse. "Shit!"
I saw enough to register what was on the bathroom floor. Then, I turned around and threw up for what I assume was the fifth time that day. It was bile, for I'd had nothing to eat, but that didn't make it any better. When my stomach was empty, I continued to dry heave. Distantly, I could hear Logan yelling something, and I felt someone's hands take my arms. I let them guide me out of the hallway, and then someone else's arms were wrapping around me. I shuddered, and buried my face in the offered shoulder, but it did nothing to get the image out of my head.
What was laying on the carpet had been Ryan. His face was perfect, untouched, as clear as when I'd seen him just hours ago. The rest of him had been stripped to the bone, bits of flesh still clinging to the red- tinged skeleton that someone had left in my bathroom. His bones had gleamed wetly, white showing through the blood that coated them. It didn't seem real, it was too horrific to happen. How? How was it possible? I'd only been out of the room for twenty minutes at the most, how could someone have come in and done that without me knowing? And why?
I closed my eyes, and could still see it. The tile was remarkably clean, like he'd been killed somewhere else, and left there for me to find. How could his blood still be so wet, so fresh, and yet there not be a sign of it anywhere else than on his bones? I felt my stomach roil, and I knew I was going to be sick again. I took a step back from the person and tried to stand on my own to legs, but they were shaking too badly.
I slid down to the floor, numb. I just sat there shaking, trying to stop my mind from racing in little circles. Arms came around me again, and I clung to whoever was holding me like a leaf in a windstorm, and my legs weren't very capable of holding me up. Gently, they lifted me and distantly I acknowledge I was being carried.They took me a short distance and sat me down on something soft. "Morgan," Kurt's voice came to me distantly, and his hand stroked my hair softly. "Please, Morgan.."
"Why?" I asked, and my voice was choked, strained. "How?"
"We will find out together, Liebe," he said softly, "I promise you."
I don't know how long we sat there in the darkness, holding each other. The room was quiet, and though I'm sure I was only a few doors away from where I had been before, I could hear no sound. It was as if only he and I existed in an endless void of darkness, and it helped me immensely to calm down.
I realized that I was sitting on a bed, and I laid down. I was too tired to care who's bed it was, or if they would care. I just laid down, curling myself into a ball. I felt the weight on the bed shift, and Kurt was there too, curling his lithe body around mine, cradling me in his arms. I cuddled back against him, taking the comfort he offered with the warmth of his body and his softly spoken words. I do not remember what he said, only that they made me feel a little bit better.
I woke up to the sound of birdsong, and in an unfamiliar bed. I yawned and stretched, opening my eyes blearily to see a strange tangle of metal above me. I was in Kurt's room. I looked around, and discovered I was alone in the bed. In fact, I was alone in the room.
I remembered with clarity the body on the floor, Ryan's face, and instead of numb or sad I felt angry. I was positive that the person who had attacked me, presumablely Kurt, was the same person that had taken Ryan away from me. And if she had taken Ryan, that meant that she might be able to take my family too. I had to call them.
I looked around, but I couldn't find a phone in Kurt's room. I was just hauling myself up out of bed when there was the tell tale sound of displaced air, and Kurt appeared in a puff of smoke at the foot of the bed. "Ah, you are awake," he said. "Das ist gut."
"I need a phone." I said. "Quickly, Kurt, or else someone else could be-"
"It was not Ryan." He said, and I blinked at him in surprise. "It was someone who was altered to look like him." He held up a sheaf of paper. "This is the DNA of the person who was killed, and he most definitely was not a mutant. Therefore, he can not be your friend." He handed the papers to me. "We know that he was not killed here. That he was butchered somewhere else. Then, it seems, someone teleported him in, and teleported out."
"Teleported?" I asked, and my voice was shaking slighty.
"Ja. I am not the only mutant with that gift. Though, I am the best." He said it with a smile, but I didn't feel like laughing.
My hands quaked as I took the papers from him, and I leafed through them not even really reading them. It wasn't Ryan. It hadn't been Ryan. I was happy, near ecstatic with relief, but I was also even more angry. How dare she? Ryan was one thing, but she had taken a stranger, what's more, an innocent. Someone who wasn't even remotely involved in what was happening in the situation. And why had she done it? More than likely, as a warning. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became, until I was almost seeing red. I handed the papers back to him. "Phone. Please." My voice was tight, low, and his eyes widened slightly at the tone.
He produced from his pants pocket a tiny, silver mobile phone. I dialed Ryan's number first. "Hello?" he answered, and I could already tell he was on edge. Yet I was so relieved to hear his voice I nearly wept from it. I kept repeating in my head, thank god, thank god.
"It's me. Don't worry I'm safe." I said instead. I could tell him about his doppleganger later.
"Morgan thank god! Where the hell are you?"
"Not sure." Which was the truth. I had no idea if I was even in the same state I lived in. "Some very bad things have been happening. What's going on there?"
"Officially? You've been kidnapped. Your Uncle's going nuts. The FBI threatened to lock him up if he didn't leave them alone, and he told them he'd investigate it himself then. He's got your brothers with him. Your dad is at home, waiting for your kidnappers to call." He paused. "You aren't just saying that are you? You haven't really been kidnapped?"
"Ryan, I haven't really been kidnapped. I was attacked, and Logan and Kurt saved me. I promise. Look, listen, do me a favor. Go over there. My parent's house I mean. I'm going to call them now. Go fast Ryan, I've got a horrible feeling that you all may be in danger, and the sooner we get you all in the same place, the better I'll feel."
"Morgan, what's going on?"
"I'll explain later." I said. "Just, go okay? And pack a bag."
"Yes Ma'am." He said. I heard a click as he hung up the phone.
I dialed my parents' number, and was not surprised when it rang, and rang, and rang. They'd be recording this call, and they probably had to make sure everything was all set to go. Finally, someone picked up. "Hello?" My father's voice was calm and even. Usually that was the tone he reserved for when he was most angry, meaning that there would be hell to pay if you crossed him.
"Daddy I haven't been kidnapped!" I said. Best to head that off at the pass.
"Baby! Where are you? Are you okay? Who took you-"
"No one took me." I said heatedly. "Look, I'm sure Uncle Pat told you about my special friend, Kurt-"I hoped he'd pick up on the special part. It's a code we'd used all of our lives for someone like us. Mutants.
"Your new boyfriend." He said, and I knew he got it.
"Yeah him. Look, I'm with him. I'm sorry I didn't leave a note, or didn't call, but, well, we kinda had to leave in a hurry."
He gave a wry laugh. "So I saw. Your safe?"
"Absolutely." I said.
"What about your apartment? It's all torn up honey-"
At this point, it was better to feign ignorance on this particular subject. "It is? Someone broke into my apartment? What did they take?"
"Nothing, that we could see. Just threw things around like they were looking for something. Even your laptop is still there. You never go anywhere without that." He was suspicious.
"Oh well, it was a spur of the moment kind of thing Daddy." I giggled. "Kurt wanted to take me on a little vacation, and he's just so charming I couldn't resist!"
"May I speak with this Kurt person please?" he asked, and I blinked.
"Um, sure. Hang on." I held the phone out to Kurt. "He wants to talk to you." I said.
For a moment, he looked at me, and then nodded, taking the phone gently from my hand. "This is Kurt." I watched his face as he listened to what my father said. "No sir, I promise you she is perfectly safe." Another pause. "Ja, I am German." His eyes widened, and he gave me a pleased smile. "Ja sie ist ganz speziell. Ich manchmal Entdeckung selbst im Awe von, wie speziell sie ist. Ich denke, daß Sie ein sehr glücklicher Mann sind, eine Tochter haben so wundervoll wie sie in Ihrem Leben. In der Tat Sie müssen wirklich gesegnet werden, wenn Sie wundervollere Kinder." There was another pause as he listened attentively, and then I was shocked to see a faint purplish tint color his cheeks. What the hell had my father said to him? "Sir, I am shocked that you would speak of your own daughter that way." He said, and there was a wicked gleam in his eye. "However, I'm more than willing to discover that for myself." Then, he passed the phone back to me.
My dad was laughing so hard he could barely breathe. "What the hell did you say to him?" I asked.
"Oh, kitten," he said, "it's guy talk. Don't worry, the tape is off. The fed's want to see you, make sure your safe."
"Well, that's not going to happen." I said. "Daddy, is anyone else listening?"
There was a pause. "No hun, not anymore."
"Dad, you may be in trouble. No questions, just listen. I've already got Ryan on the way over there. I need you to pack up the kids, and mom, and send them my way. I want to make sure that those that can't take care of themselves are safe."
"You got it honey. I need to know where you are first though."
"I'd tell you, but I'm not entirely sure myself. Send them out to that old motel on route 42. You know the place. I'll meet them there. Lets say, what time is it now?"
'Noon." Kurt and my father said in unison. Well, at least I was in the same time zone.
"Lets say by 2:30. I'll pick them up there."
"You've got it. Your mom won't like being sent off without an explanation-"
"Tell her not to argue, and do it because she loves me."
We hung up, and I looked at Kurt. "We need to go pick up my family."
He didn't ask why, he just nodded. "Food first." He said. "You haven't eaten in two days that I know of." I would have protested, but my stomach chose just that moment to grumble very loudly. "Then, we must talk to Charles."
"Charles?" Last night it had been 'The Professor' and today it was Charles. I raised an eyebrow, and for the first time today, really looked at him. He was standing tall, straight, his shoulders up and head high. There was a sense of confidence about him, a self assurance that I didn't remember him having before. His expression, his eyes conveyed that same sense of confidence that I had never noticed. I knew immediately what had happened. "You remembered." I said softly.
He gave a joyous laugh, and grabbed my hands. He pulled me off the bed and into his arms, lifting me up off the ground. I wrapped my arms around his neck and laughed as he spun me around, then set me gently to my feet. "It came back last night." He said. "Right there." He pointed to the bed. "I was holding you, and speaking to you, and it all started coming back to me in bits and pieces. And so I spoke of that. I talked and talked, until my throat was dry, and even after you were asleep, I spoke of what I remembered."
I felt a sudden pang of guilt. "Kurt, I wasn't- I mean-"
"You weren't listening." He said, and smiled. "Ja. But that's okay. Because you still helped me with it." He raised a thick finger, and smoothed back a lock of stray hair that had drifted in front of my eyes. Then, he trailed that finger down my cheek, and the line of my jaw. I felt a brief thrill up my spine at the unthinking intimacy of the touch. "You have helped me so much, Morgan. There is nothing I can ever do that will show how grateful I am."
I felt my heart begin to hammer in my chest. He was so unbelievably handsome, I had no idea why more women didn't see it. Intelligent, considerate, funny, charming, there was no question of it. I was falling head over heals in love with him, and there wasn't a damn thing I could do to stop it. One of his hands had come to rest on my hip, and the other was gently cupping my chin. Even his fingers had a dusting of fur on them that sent tingles through me. There was a look in his eyes that was frightening in it's intensity, a mixture of passion, need, and something deeper, far more serious than I had ever expected to see. My arms were still safely around his neck, and I let my fingers creep up into the line of his hair. I wasn't about to let him get away this time. I wanted my kiss from last night dammit, and could care less about interruptions.
His eyes slid closed as my hands tangled in his hair, and his lips parted in a soft sigh. I made a mental note that he seemed to like that, and drew his head down towards me. I felt his tail snake around my thigh, pulling me closer to him. I licked my lips lightly as I drew him ever nearer.
When his lips touched mine, it was like smooth, warm silk caressing me. They brushed against me lightly, and I shivered, holding him tight. I felt them again, sliding across mine, and I kissed him back, my lips parting. His tongue brushed against my lips, and I parted them further, allowing him to dip into my mouth. I explored his, my tongue running over the fine, sharp edges of his canines. I made another mental note that kissing him carelessly could be dangerous.
The kiss grew in intensity, became more heated. It seemed we fed from each others mouths. I sucked the tip of his tongue gently, and he moaned; his teeth grazed my lower lip and drew a gasp from me. My knees were weak, my head swum as I clung to him, breathless, my blood rushing in my ears.
All too soon it seemed he pulled away, and it seemed to me his eyes were so bright they glowed. "Morgan," his voice rumbled through me like a train, it shook me. It was loaded with passion, promises of things to come, and I desperately wanted to silence it with another kiss.
"Wow," I said instead. Reluctantly, I took two shaky steps away from him. He hesitated for a moment before letting me go. I opened my mouth to say something else, but it was hard for me to focus. "Wow," I said again.
He grinned, and flourished a bow in my direction. "Thank you," He said, and I had a sudden urge to throw something at him, so I tossed a pillow from the bed his way. He snatched it out of the air easily and set it back down on the bed. Gently, he kissed the tip of my nose, and then took my hand. "Come, let's get something to eat, and then we can see what to do about your family.
I sighed, and let him lead me out of his room. Oh, I was hungry all right, for more than just food. I spent the rest of the walk to breakfast fantasizing about how I could have my cake and eat it too, literally.
Translation:: Yes, she is very special. I sometimes find myself in awe of how special she is. I think that you are a very lucky man, to have a daughter as wonderful as her in your life. Indeed, you must be truly blessed if you have more wonderful children like her.