((I am so sorry for the wait. I got into some other fic's and I just spaced this one off. but I'm back with the next chapter... and I still don't own X-men or Kurt... hides Nightcrawler in her basement nope... don't own him at all. TT.TT' read and review please! '' ))
Chapter 6: Good night, mein love
After Kitty left, a sudden awkwardness settled between Kurt and Spirit. "Um..." they both said, trying in vain to start some form of intelligent conversation.
Then they blushed and looked away from eachother.
"Good night..." Kurt whispered, bamfing away.
Wrinkling her nose at the scent of brimestone, Spirit sighed in slight relief... but more in disappointment. She didn't understand what had happened. Not even one day went by and she was already kissing a boy she barely knew. She had pressed herself against him, the feeling of need swelled within her breast. She'd felt his hard, lean-muscled body against hers... and suddenly hated the clothes that separated them. 'Perhaps I am becoming a slut...?' she wondered vaguely.
Death declared, 'Welcome to the club!'
With another sigh, this time full of hopelessness, Spirit dressed for bed and went to sleep.
Meanwhile, in Kurt and Evan's room, Kurt was trying to calm his rapidly beating heart. He'd never felt something so... sweet and terrifying in his entire life. He gently touched his lips with his fingertips. They still tingled with want. His tongue still revelled in the sweet honey taste upon her lips. And so he vaguely wondered how the inside of her mouth tasted.
"Kurt?"
The fuzzy blue demon jumped at the sound of Evan's voice as the skater-boy entered the room. "J-ja?!"
"Nothing... just kinda weird... you're acting kinda like a girl."
"V-vhat?!!" Now Kurt's tone was more offended than surprised.
"Well... it's like as far as I know, only girls swoon after their first kiss. So when I see you doing it, it's a little scary."
Kurt blushed. "Vas I really svooning? I mean... how did you know zhat vas my first kiss?"
"Dude, seriously, I doubt you've been kissed by anyone BUT your parents. I mean, if you did, someone else would know about you being a mutant, right?"
Kurt sighed. Evan was right. That was his first kiss... and because of the circumstances, he couldn't even LIE about it not being his first. In his opinion, life was fired for being so completely unfair to him.
He pulled off his shirt and pants and sunk under his covers, wearing only his red-heart boxers.
Evan, understanding that to be the end of any further conversation with the blue dude, got ready for bed and went to sleep. In his dream, he was totally kick-flipping Tony Hawk off the half-pipe.
In Kurt's, he was doing other... things with Spirit under-- I mean, WITH him.
Two or three hours later, Spirit awoke to find Kurt standing at the foot of her bed, adorned in his "lovely" boxers. Since she was knew, Spirit had received her own room until a roommate stepped forward or was found. "K-Kurt? Is somezing vrong?"
The demon shook his head. Then his golden eyes widened. "Um... how did I get here?"
Taking a small whiff, she answered, "I'm guessing you teleported here. It smells faintly of brimstone. Vhy are you here? Did you need somezing? Did ze professor call for me?"
"No... I don't know vhy I am here... I must have been sleep-porting."
"Okay... vell, good night..."
Kurt saw how vaguely disappointed she looked and walked to her side. "Good night..." Gently, he kissed her cheek.
But as he went to stand up, Spirit caught his wrist. "K-Kurt... vould you... stay here... vith me? J-just for tonight... I am afraid of ze dark... and I lost my teddy bear..."
Kurt couldn't help but give a soft laugh. The idea of Spirit having a stuffed animal was so strange... and yet, he could totally see her with one... wearing a flowy nightgown... lying on top of red satin sheets... waiting... waiting for him to come and--. He shook his head again before grinning. "Okay... I'll alvays be here to vipe avay your tears... and ease your fears."
"Hey, zat rhymed!"
"I am a poet and I didn't know it."
Giggling softly, Spirit moved over and lifted up the covers. "Danke, Kurt."
He entered the bed and gently wove his arms around her. "It is my pleasure..." He softly kissed her neck before burying his face against it. "Good night... again..."
