Man what a good daydream! But there's not time for daydreaming as I try and sneak back into the mansion. Undetected. I decide my powers will come in handy. Hey, what's the use of having powers if you can't use them when you really need too?
As quietly as possible I sneak up the stairs and faze through the first room on the right, Kurt's. There's no need to worry about Kurt, he could sleep through a tornado and he's always the last one up in the mornings. I'll just faze through his ceiling into Amara's room and skid through the hall in mine. Yep, a full proof plan, or so I thought.
Perhaps, I should start knocking before a just fazing through a person's door (they have a word for that I think its…common courtesy). After what greets me on the other side, I think I've just learned my lesson. On the other side of the door, I find that Kurt's not asleep at all, far from it. And he's not alone. Amanda and Kurt are under the covers; I doesn't exactly take a genius to figure out what they're up to. Thank god they're both under the covers, because I can see both of their bare chests and I believe that's not the only bare parts.
At first neither of them notice me. Kurt stays on top of Amanda doing whatever he was doing before I walked in. I am frozen as a statue in utter surprise; I can't move a muscle. I don't want to watch, but I can't exactly help it. It's almost hypnotizing.
"Please don't notice me, please don't turn around," I mentally chant. But as always no one ever listens to me, at that moment Amanda's eyes open and look dead at me. Her mouth opens and a scream like nothing I've ever heard before comes out. Immediately, Kurt's eyes follow hers and he jumps up screaming things in German. Oh Man, I am so dead. I escaped death once, but I can't do it twice. I turn away, not wanting to see anymore of them than I already have.
"Uh, uh sorry, sorry," is about all I manage to stutter out.
"Shit, Kitty. What are you doing in here?"
"Can I turn around now?"
"No," they both shout in unison. I hear the shuffling of bed sheets and the sound of zippers racing up. Finally, someone taps me on the shoulder. I sorta wished I'd never turned around. Kurt's standing up facing me, all 6'4 inches of him, clad only in boxers, baggy jeans, and a gold necklace with a dangling cross.
It's alarming, because Kurt rarely if ever stands up to his true height. I'm a dwarf in comparison. And he doesn't look too happy. His chest is heaving and beads of sweat are everywhere, his near perfect hair is everywhere covering his face. But I can still see his golden eyes blazing. If there ever was a time I was frightened of him, I'd have to say it be now. I venture a glance at Amanda, who's fumbling trying to button up her shirt. Oh, I'm in for it now.
"Verdammnt, what the hell are you doing in here, Kitty?" He asks running his hands through his hair. His voice is deep and husky, almost matching one of Sabertooth's growls, who the hell are you and what have you done with Kurt?
"Uh, H-hi Kurt, Amanda, see it's kinda funny, ya know, how I got in here…"
Kurt's not laughing, he's not even remotely smiling.
"I was kinda on my way up to my room, and thought hey why don't I check in on Kurt, make sure he's sleeping like good and stuff. Wouldn't want any bed bugs, right?" I'm sure he can here the nervousness in my voice and the blush on my cheeks is too hard to hide.
Kurt's hands become loose fists, "Why didn't you knock?"
I swallow the large lump in my throat, "Well, um…see…"
Thankfully, Amanda comes to my rescue, "Leave her alone Kurt, it was probably just an accident. She didn't know we'd be in here…together." Only now, do I notice that Amanda's blush is just as big as mine just deeper, adding a faint crimson stain to her face. Her ponytail is so messed up; it shouldn't even be called a ponytail. And she still buttoned her shirt…actually Kurt's shirt up wrong.
Not bothering to find any pants, Amanda sits on the edge of the bed, in Kurt's somewhat oversized white button-down. She doesn't seem too upset over the entire situation.
"Sorry for screaming Kitty, you just, um startled me." I nod, "No kidding, you startled me too," I start to say. Needless to say, I believe I'm the one most embarrassed by the entire situation. Kurt keeps glaring at me, without saying a word. The look gives me the creeps. If looks could kill, I'd be dead where I stand.
"Kurt, stop it. It was an honest mistake," Amanda declares. I don't think Kurt cares if it was an accident or not. His stone glare is locked on its target.
"Well, Katchzen, I wouldn't have bothered locking the doors, if I wanted extra company," he mutters before turning around and sitting next to Amanda on the bed. Amanda lightly kisses his cheek and snatches a brush from the dresser, fashioning Kurt's hair into a smooth ponytail. His face relaxes visibly and he sinks down into the bed. I wonder if she always does his hair after sex, like some post-ritual.
I don't have time to go into great wondering detail because someone knocks at the door. "Kurt is everything alright? I heard screaming," the sound of Storms' concerned voice floats through the door. The doorknob jingles. Could I be anymore dead? Kurt and Amanda's face blanch.
"In the closest," Kurt whispers, jumping off the bed and kicking clothes underneath it. Amanda makes a mad dash for the closest. Me, I just stand, like a dummy, unsure of what to do.
"Uh, no, nothing's wrong Ms. Munroe, nothing at all."
She's not convinced, "Kurt, I was born at night, but I wasn't born last night, now open this door, or I shall have to open it myself."
That doesn't sound good. I can feel the static electricity through the door. The little hairs on my arms start to stand on end. Kurt throws me one last death glance, "You owe me big time, now go." He checks to make sure Amanda's safely hidden in the closest and the clothes are all under the bed.
Man, he's good. I'd take it this isn't the first time Kurt's been in a tight spot. I can just barely see Amanda peeking through a crack in the closest; she's making some weird hand motion. Her index fingers points towards the sky.
Up! She wants me to faze through the ceiling. I am so stupid, why didn't I think off that. I try jumping…no go. In my rush I forgot, I need to stand on Kurt's bed to reach the ceiling. What a moment to forget. No time for that now, as I step up onto the bed, Kurt opens the door.
Ms. Munroe's eyes take a few moments to fade back to their original color. She smoothes down her billowing robe. Kurt's smile is fake but it holds all the warmness of a Pillsbury toaster strudel, "Good morning Ms. Munroe!" Wow, I didn't think he'd be able to pull it off, but Kurt's pretending as if everything is perfectly normal (including me standing on his bed).
"Good morning, Kurt. I swore I heard screaming and I came---Kitty?"
Damn, I've been spotted. This never happened to Tom Cruise, Vin Diesel, or James Bond…I never get a break. Oh well, game over. I guess I wasn't cut out for the secret agent business.
"Oh, hi Ms. Munroe, what's up?" I try not to look guilty as I jump off Kurt's bed. She walks in, her eyes silently inspecting the room.
"I could ask the two of you the same question. Why are you in Kurt's room and what in the goddess's name was that noise?"
Before I can answer Kurt cuts me off, "Oh, that? Sorry. Kitty was in here because she wanted to play a joke on me. She dumped a bucket of water on me and I screamed. We started to pillow fight, I didn't mean to wake anyone up." Kurt gives the best face, a mixture of sheepishness, shame and innocence all rolled into one.
Taking a look at the rumpled covers, Ms. Munroe seems satisfied. I grin, way to go Kurt; the lie was plausible, yet understated. With our current physical states the lie is totally believable, Kurt's drenched in sweat (from the so-called bucket of water) and me all flustered from our pillow fight. I need to take some tips. Ms. Munroe turns to me, "Kitty, I understand you were just fooling around, but please try to do your practical joking after everyone is awake. Alright?"
I bow my head, feigning innocence. I don't do it as well as Kurt, so I just look at my feet and mutter a "Yes ma'am, sorry". She pats my head gently; "It is fine, but please return to your room my child, before you wake the entire mansion." I can't believe were going to get away with it. Maybe I am cut out to be a secret agent after all.
Ms. Munroe turns and walks towards the door. Yeah, were home free. I spoke to soon. I hold my breath as she pauses and picks something off of the floor. It's clear…Oh my God it's a used condom, a recently used condom.
I hear Kurt sigh heavily and drop his head into his hands. The jig is up; we've been busted. Ms. Munroe turns around glancing from the condom back and forth between Kurt and I. Oh no, she thinks Kurt and I have… Ewwww! I almost open my mouth and spill everything, and then I look at Kurt and remain quiet. I guess I'll take the rap, since I did kinda cause all of the trouble.
"Kurt, Kitty? Care to explain this?" Ms. Munroe waits patiently tapping her foot against the carpet. Kurt is at a loss for words, he just keeps sighing and running his hands through his hair. I step in, "Please don't tell the professor, Ms. Munroe. Okay, so we weren't really having a pillow fight and I didn't exactly dump water on Kurt. The truth is, we really care about each other. And we were like just fooling around, we didn't mean to be loud, it just sort of happened." I can feel my face blistering red as I speak. "If the professor finds out he'll kill us, please Ms. Munroe.
Well, I've given my last speech; I'm ready to go to the electric chair peacefully now. At least I tried to save Kurt, who stares at me in astounded quiet. If his lower jaw had been detachable, it would have dropped to his feet. There's shocked silence for a few moments.
Ms. Munroe breaks the silence with a serious groan, "What the two of you are doing is very severe and shouldn't' be done until both of you are ready. Neither of you are of suitable age yet nor are you physically or mentally mature enough to handle the stress of a sexual relationship, but I am not your parent nor can I dictate what you do. You've already had the talk about the birds and the bees so I won't reiterate it." She takes a glance at the condom, "But I am glad to see you---Kitty you are on birth control aren't you?"
Oh man, I have just like opened a can of worms. Birth control? Me? Can't you tell everything I'm saying is a complete lie? I've never had sex in my life? Let alone with Kurt…he's my teammate for crying out loud. But I've gotten us into this and I am determined to get us out. I try to keep my voice steady, "Of course, were not like positively stupid, Ms. Munroe."
She nods, apparently accepting the lie. "As I was saying I am glad to see both of you are taking the necessary precautions. See that you continue. Could you keep it a little quieter though?"
Now, I'm sure I will die of embarrassment. Luckily, Kurt's' regained the power of speech, "It won't happen again, we promise."
"See that it doesn't." Ms. Munroe starts to fling the condom into the trash (how she can stand touching it is beyond me), when she pauses. "Oh what is it now", I want to shout. She looks closer at the condom. She arches an eyebrow, "Cherry flavored?" I've already sunk into a puddle of embarrassment. I can't get any lower. Kurt gives a nervous laugh, "What can I say? I like to please the ladies." A ghost of a smile creeps across Ms. Munroe's face as she discards the condom.
I just want her to leave. As quietly as she had come, Ms. Munroe leaves. Surprisingly, Kurt stops her right out side of the door. "Um, can I ask why you're not going to tell the professor?"
Ororo turned around, "Because, my child, there are some things even to personal to be shared with a telepathic genius." From my almost faint dizziness, I see Kurt's mouth go wide, close, and finally smile. "Thank you, Ms. Munroe." She nods and walks down the hallway, her steps making no noise. Kurt closes the door, making sure to lock it.
Amanda stumbles out of the closest, her mouth covering her hands. She's…laughing. No, not laughing…doubling over with tears of laughter. I'd almost forgotten she was in the closest.