I had no idea you all would kick up such a fuss for this lil' story here,
but I am by no means complaining! I'm so flattered you like my pathetic
attempt at Kurtty fluff.
I don't own X-men.
Oh and you guys have got to go check out my sisters story! She just got on ff.net and totally kicks at it. It's called Dark Night, and her name is red_angel_wings.
Chap: Static electricity
Once again she traced her fingers lightly over his face, thankful for the faint light that came from the hallway outside. For some reason, despite the late hour, she felt wide awake. Kitty used her other hand to carefully wind her hair up on her head. Wouldn't do to wake him up by dripping on him.
The fur on his face was extremely fine and short. It was more like short velvet or suede. Soft and barely enough to make it fur, and so damn wonderful to touch. Her fingers slid down his jaw and down the skin of his throat. The fur was so short here that she could see his skin, and she finally had an answer to something she'd been wondering about. His skin was blue too, although a lighter shade.
His eyebrows were the same rich cobalt of his hair, long and coarse in contrast to the fur. The lashes that framed his eyes were so long he had to trim them. She could tell because they weren't all the same length in some spots. Men and scissors do not mix, she thought to herself. For a moment, she considered his eyes, and wondered how she could have ever been frightened of them. They summed up his personality, really. Yellow, with hints of gold. Different, but with great worth. They were deep and light at the same time. It was common to see them dancing in mischief or laughter, and it struck her that he was made for laughing. It made him light up from within. Those eyes seemed to be able to look right through her sometimes, knowing more than they let on, hiding pain behind a mask if he wanted.
Kitty cocked her head to the side. His nose was thin, and almost short. It seemed aristocratic. It was enough to make her wonder if he had any nobility on his father's side. His biological father, that is. Lord and Mystique alone knew who he was, and she wondered if it ever bothered Kurt that he knew nothing about his father.
She then moved on to a part of him that she had to admit made her go weak in the knees. A single fang was over his bottom lip. Kitty absolutely loved his fangs. They were strange and exotic, giving the gentle boy an aura of wildness. She knew he tried to hide them as much as he could, afraid of scaring someone like a vampire. But in her opinion, anyone who didn't think they were cool had to be off in the head.
Someone, probably Mr. McCoy, had taken off his shirt so he could sleep better, so she had a clear view of his arms and torso. Ooh, he had longer fur here. It was just shy of a half inch long, and soft as rabbit fur. His shoulders were almost near to filled out; after all, he was almost eighteen. The muscles of his arms were hard as rocks. Shadowcat remembered when the guys had been showing off earlier in the week, and Kurt had rolled up his sleeves to show off his-what had Evan called them? Oh, yeah, 'pythons'. Despite pretending to not notice that sort of cheap male posturing, she'd been impressed how he'd kept his own against the taller Scott and Ray at arm wrestling.
And good lord was he ripped. The phrase 'washboard abs' finally made sense to her. Kitty had to fight the urge to drool. She knew he was trained as an acrobat with his family in Germany, but this? Wow. She made a mental note to thank his parents for that. Kurt was naturally a slim person, and he had the build of a fine gymnast.
His hands caught her attention next. Two main fingers and thumb. The digits were long and slightly blunt and blended into a rather thin palm. She studied the lines of one hand and wondered if he'd ever had his palm read. It made her grin to think of the conniptions that would cause a fortune teller. Was that a money line or a life line? Either way it was long, so good luck both ways, she guessed.
He had rough calluses on his palms and fingers, and on the backs of his knuckles. His acrobatics training and fighting skills easily accounted for it. The fur was the same on his fingers as his face, suede like. Kitty shook her head at herself. At the rate she was going, she'd give herself a fur fetish.
She didn't want to make him cold by pulling off the sheet to examine his legs and highly arched feet, but something else caught her attention. Something that had fascinated her since the day she'd met him. His tail hung just outside of the blanket and it drew her like a magnet. She remembered him saying once after Scott had given it a rather vicious pull that it was rather sensitive. Well what wasn't after being yanked like that?
His tail had the same density of fur as his face, more like suede. Kitty was being as gentle as she could here, so as not to wake him up. She barely ghosted her fingers around the edge of the spade-shaped tip and he twitched slightly. 'Just like the ears, really touchy. Gentle, gentle..'
"Kitty?"
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sorry it took so long to get this out, but I have been so really really ridiculously busy.
Please review!!!!
I don't own X-men.
Oh and you guys have got to go check out my sisters story! She just got on ff.net and totally kicks at it. It's called Dark Night, and her name is red_angel_wings.
Chap: Static electricity
Once again she traced her fingers lightly over his face, thankful for the faint light that came from the hallway outside. For some reason, despite the late hour, she felt wide awake. Kitty used her other hand to carefully wind her hair up on her head. Wouldn't do to wake him up by dripping on him.
The fur on his face was extremely fine and short. It was more like short velvet or suede. Soft and barely enough to make it fur, and so damn wonderful to touch. Her fingers slid down his jaw and down the skin of his throat. The fur was so short here that she could see his skin, and she finally had an answer to something she'd been wondering about. His skin was blue too, although a lighter shade.
His eyebrows were the same rich cobalt of his hair, long and coarse in contrast to the fur. The lashes that framed his eyes were so long he had to trim them. She could tell because they weren't all the same length in some spots. Men and scissors do not mix, she thought to herself. For a moment, she considered his eyes, and wondered how she could have ever been frightened of them. They summed up his personality, really. Yellow, with hints of gold. Different, but with great worth. They were deep and light at the same time. It was common to see them dancing in mischief or laughter, and it struck her that he was made for laughing. It made him light up from within. Those eyes seemed to be able to look right through her sometimes, knowing more than they let on, hiding pain behind a mask if he wanted.
Kitty cocked her head to the side. His nose was thin, and almost short. It seemed aristocratic. It was enough to make her wonder if he had any nobility on his father's side. His biological father, that is. Lord and Mystique alone knew who he was, and she wondered if it ever bothered Kurt that he knew nothing about his father.
She then moved on to a part of him that she had to admit made her go weak in the knees. A single fang was over his bottom lip. Kitty absolutely loved his fangs. They were strange and exotic, giving the gentle boy an aura of wildness. She knew he tried to hide them as much as he could, afraid of scaring someone like a vampire. But in her opinion, anyone who didn't think they were cool had to be off in the head.
Someone, probably Mr. McCoy, had taken off his shirt so he could sleep better, so she had a clear view of his arms and torso. Ooh, he had longer fur here. It was just shy of a half inch long, and soft as rabbit fur. His shoulders were almost near to filled out; after all, he was almost eighteen. The muscles of his arms were hard as rocks. Shadowcat remembered when the guys had been showing off earlier in the week, and Kurt had rolled up his sleeves to show off his-what had Evan called them? Oh, yeah, 'pythons'. Despite pretending to not notice that sort of cheap male posturing, she'd been impressed how he'd kept his own against the taller Scott and Ray at arm wrestling.
And good lord was he ripped. The phrase 'washboard abs' finally made sense to her. Kitty had to fight the urge to drool. She knew he was trained as an acrobat with his family in Germany, but this? Wow. She made a mental note to thank his parents for that. Kurt was naturally a slim person, and he had the build of a fine gymnast.
His hands caught her attention next. Two main fingers and thumb. The digits were long and slightly blunt and blended into a rather thin palm. She studied the lines of one hand and wondered if he'd ever had his palm read. It made her grin to think of the conniptions that would cause a fortune teller. Was that a money line or a life line? Either way it was long, so good luck both ways, she guessed.
He had rough calluses on his palms and fingers, and on the backs of his knuckles. His acrobatics training and fighting skills easily accounted for it. The fur was the same on his fingers as his face, suede like. Kitty shook her head at herself. At the rate she was going, she'd give herself a fur fetish.
She didn't want to make him cold by pulling off the sheet to examine his legs and highly arched feet, but something else caught her attention. Something that had fascinated her since the day she'd met him. His tail hung just outside of the blanket and it drew her like a magnet. She remembered him saying once after Scott had given it a rather vicious pull that it was rather sensitive. Well what wasn't after being yanked like that?
His tail had the same density of fur as his face, more like suede. Kitty was being as gentle as she could here, so as not to wake him up. She barely ghosted her fingers around the edge of the spade-shaped tip and he twitched slightly. 'Just like the ears, really touchy. Gentle, gentle..'
"Kitty?"
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sorry it took so long to get this out, but I have been so really really ridiculously busy.
Please review!!!!