((It's been way too long... I'm sorry, Cloud and Tifa forever, for making you basically BEG me to update... it's been SO long... but I've gone from a Gaara-hype to a DBZ-hype to a Yugioh-hype and now I'm finally back at Nightcrawler/Kurt-hype... yes... I'm a fanfiction slut... and proud of it except that I make such wonderful people wait FOREVER on chapters...))

Chapter 7: Wake Up Calls

In the morning, Spirit awoke the the blearing sunlight smacking her right in the face. She wanted to stand up and shut the good-for-nothing blinds but something foreign held her back. Something coiled around her waist... she thought it was her sheets or something like that so she just went to try to untie it.

'Strange... my sheets aren't fuzzy... or this hard to remove. I've done this a million times when I slept in a bed... so why?' she thought as she looked down and saw the "sheet"... Kurt's demonic tail was in their place... tightly, possessively wrapped around her... and his hands were limply on her hips.

"K-K-K-Kurt?!" she whisper-screamed in confusion. Looking back, she reaffirmed what she knew to be true. Kurt was in the same bed as she was.

The blue elf removed his hand from the top of her hips to rub at his eyes. "J-Ja?!" he asked, yawning loudly.

"Y-Y-You... and... t-tail... around m-me... please...?" she stammered nervously.

"Hm?" Kurt asked as he saw what she was talking about. "Spirit... I'm sorry but ve've already kissed and-- Oh Gott!! I am so sorry! I didn't realize... I mean, you vere very varm so... and I... Please forgive me..." he said, eventually getting it and removing himself from around her and off the bed in his panic.

Spirit went to the edge of the bed and giggled. "Nice boxers, Kurt..." she teased.

'I want me a slice of that...' Death whispered maliciously in her mind.

"And Death agree--eeeees!" Kurt had used his tail and gotten her off the bed... and on top of him. Her legs were on both sides of his waist, her butt was positioned just above his crotch and her hands were on either side of his head to keep herself up. But her cheeks had become bright red. Her heart was beating in her ears and her breath was caught in her throat.

Kurt felt her azure hair on his face and he was sure that they almost looked like they were connected. He wasn't exactly sure what was going on... but he wouldn't say that he didn't like it. He moved his right hand and gently played with the strands. They were softly wavy and smelt of melon. He felt as though he were in a haze as he sniffed the fruity scent and kissed the silky strands.

"Kurt...?" Spirit asked softly, looking so shy and flattered. A rose-colored blush imprinted itself onto her cheeks as she moved closer to him. Her petal-soft lips came down to brush against his. Once... twice... three times before they latched on and her tongue touched his furry lips. She wanted entrance and for once, was taking charge and doing something about it.

But the fuzzy dude didn't mind. He was actually intrigued by this new, forceful Spirit. And he vaguely wondered if Death wasn't coaching her. But as soon as her tongue touched his, the race was on and she swirled hers around his as she tried her hardest to taste every bit of him. His hands found her hips and he rubbed at them like a cat would kneed it's favorite sleeping place. He was purple from embarrassment and want. She tasted wonderful... and her tongue was telling him that she liked how he tasted.

All good things come to an end... and this was no different. Jean walked in to wake Spirit up. Apparently, the red headed telepath wasn't as forgiving as Kitty was... because she blew up at them, raging on about teenage pregnancy and something about peer pressure's view on young ladies having sex too young. Jean actually had the gull to call her a soon-to-be-slut if she persued this any longer!

"And that's just the beginning! Next thing you know, boy's you've never even met will be tossing money at you because you slept with someone at your age! It could ruin your life!" she badgered.

Death came out and said, "Shut up... you insolent, condenscending, mind-reading hypocrite. You may not have done anything like that... but neither was Spirit. You have no voice here... leave." Her voice was cold and angry to the point where she didn't need to yell in order to get her point across that the young woman had better make tracks and fast.

After a moment's pause, Jean left in a huff, containing her anger as best she could so that her powers wouldn't come out due to her emotions.

Kurt sighed and looked up at Death, who was still straddling him. "Quite a vake up call, eh?" he joked.

Death rolled her eyes. "Just shut up..." She turned back to Spirit. "... and kiss me..."

((All done! Not quite worth the wait but not too shabby, I don't think...))