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Title: Dark Enclosures
Author: Leah
E-mail: countryblue@edsamail.com.ph
Summary: Scot and Kitty come to
terms with their feelings
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own them so
please don't sue.
Archive: Just ask and you shall
have.
Feedback: Yes, please. :)
Author's Notes: Remember Scott and
Kitty in my L/M story First Christmas? Well, this is their story.
I've always wanted to write them.
Ever since Karen introduced the S/K tandem, I got fascinated by them. Though
Scott is Logan's opposite, there are a lot of similarities between S/K and L/M.
One of them is, of course, the age issue. But I didn't want it to turn out like
a L/M and that's where I kind of stalled. I didn't realize it would be that
hard! I was in L/M mode for so long that it was hard to shift to S/K. It took
me a long time to figure out Scott and Kitty's individual identities I just
hope I was able to show their unique characteristics and weave them into a
unique story of their own.
Thanks to Karen for the beta. :)
"Kitty's song" is A
Thousand Miles by Vanessa Carlton. I'm just so in love with this song at the
moment. :)
1. Kitty
Kitty took a swig of her beer and
made a face, trying to shake off the gloom that threatened to ruin this Friday
night yet again. She looked forlornly toward the dance floor where Jubes, Bobby
and St. John were moving and grooving with their respective partners. The club
was packed and everybody was having a good time--except her. She sighed and
leaned back on the plush leather seat, suddenly feeling so small and
insignificant. The whole world was having fun all around her as she sat quietly
and alone in the small, dark booth. Despite the multi-colored laser lights
chasing themselves around the club, she couldn't see past the darkness that
enshrouded it. The music was loud, engaging, and almost mindless in its
intensity, perfect for taking her mind away from her worries... but it wasn't
for her. She needed to get out of here. She stood up, gathered her purse and
jacket, and waved to St. John to come over. She explained that she was going
home. Even if he didn't want her to go home alone, St. John let her walk away.
There was a quiet pleading in her green eyes that he was powerless not to give
in to.
The cold wind blasted into her as
Kitty stepped out of the club. It was drizzling a little so she put on her
jacket. Five minutes in the rain and not a single cab passed by, so she decided
to walk.
Making my way downtown
Walking fast
Faces passed
And I'm home bound
Staring blankly ahead
Just making my way
Making my way
Through the crowd
Unmindful of the passing night
crowd, she walked on wondering why her nights out with her friends didn't seem
to work out. Perhaps if she went to these clubs for the right reason--to have
fun and possibly hook up with some guy--she'd at least enjoy it. But no. She
went there to forget Scott and show him that she was moving on because she'd
gotten over him. Right. She can't even deceive herself, let alone him. Perhaps
if someone--anyone--paid attention to her and asked her to dance or something
in these night outs, she'd get distracted and feel that at least other men
wanted her. But no. It must be part of the curse of loving Scott for other men
to be blind to her charms. Kitty snorted. If she ever had any. God knows
Scott--the most superior man in her heart--was blind to
them, so how could mere mortals notice?
It's always times like these
When I think of you
And I wonder
If you ever
Think of me
'Cause everything's so wrong
And I don't belong
Living in your
Precious memories
It wasn't the first time she'd had
to go home and cut her evening short. She just couldn't enjoy herself. She
couldn't pretend long enough to have a good time and possibly meet a new man.
She was still in love with him. It's been months since the mistletoe kiss but
the memory still lingered in her mind. It was the time when she had thought
something would develop between them but unfortunately for her, it must have been just the spell of the holiday season for
Scott. He probably had just been in a giving mood that he was even
generous with his compliments and kisses. After Christmas, he had distanced
himself from her. He had become aloof and at times short-tempered with her.
Gone was the easy camaraderie between them. They were like strangers, both wary
and cautious of each other. Up to now she felt like he was punishing her with
his indifference, for what she didn't know.
And I need you
And I miss you
And now I wonder....
She let out a frustrated breath.
Love really sucks, she thought despairingly.
Kitty continued walking, unmindful
of the drops of rain running down her face. She huddled inside her jacket as
the cold wind blew through her short, low-cut black dress. Her long legs
flashed whitely in the night. She was lost in her own turbulent thoughts that
she didn't hear the screech of tires and a car door opening.
If I could fall
Into the sky
Do you think time
Would pass me by
'Cause you know I'd walk
A thousand miles
If I could
Just see you
Tonight
"Get inside, Kitty. NOW!"
Startled by the angry voice, she
whirled around to face the speaker. It was Scott.
"Scott's song" is Lost in
You by Chris Gaines. I thought it was the perfect song for him. :)
2. Scott
The dark interior of the SUV, the
spattering of the light rain against the windshield, and the light and soothing
music from the car radio suited his mood perfectly as Scott drove around town
seemingly blind to the night life going on around him. His mind was preoccupied
with thoughts that refused to be banked down. He wondered how long he could
fool himself into thinking that the sleepless nights he curiously experienced
every Friday weren't due to caffeine overdose. He wondered how long he could
deny the fact that it was actually because he knew she was out enjoying herself
that kept him awake--worried and wondering if she was having fun with some
other man.
Kitty.
She was still on his mind. She
never left it--not after the kiss Marie "forced" them to share, and
definitely not after the months he stayed away from her. The girl had an effect
on him that he hadn't expected. An effect that no woman, not even Jean, had on
him. She had been one of his nicest, albeit shy, and most conscientious
students and he had always noted that. When she had started training for the
team, he started noticing her tough side and he liked what he saw. She was a
perfect blend of all that was feminine and innocent but within that was an
underlying strength and power.
There's no more waiting
Holding out for love
You are my Godsend
That I have been forever dreaming of
My angel from above
Then last Christmas came and he
just went crazy. All his repressed longings, whether he admitted to them or
not, had suddenly surfaced and the most unbelievable thing was, he had acted on
them without thinking. It wasn't his style to follow his instinct but he had.
Reason had flown out the window the moment his lips had touched hers and his
tongue had penetrated her mouth... Scott shook his head as if to erase the
memory. That one and only kiss they shared was the subject of so many of his
dreams. Dreams that had caused him to awaken in the middle of night chest
heaving and body humming in arousal.
What is this feeling
I've never known before
That I should touch you
Swearing to surrender ever more
That's what I came here for
He had made up for his irrational
behavior, of course. But now it seemed that his "plan" was backfiring
on him. He had successfully dismissed her and the kiss from his mind... but
only on the outside. Judging from Kitty's reaction he knew how effective his
ruse was. He would ignore her and if he had to talk to her, it was like from a
superior to his subordinate. He had become distant and that was how he liked
it. He wasn't exactly sure why he opposed his feelings for her so much. Him and
Kitty in a relationship... it just couldn't happen. He was her teacher, for
God's sake, and after she had completed her training, they would be teammates.
There was the age thing between them. She was young and he was older. There
were just too many complications! He thought that distancing himself from her
would set things back to the way they were, but why was she on his mind more
than ever? He was usually focused and in control but God knew he wasn't himself
during the past few months. He seemed preoccupied and inattentive, something
which Logan noticed also and didn't waste any opportunity to rag him about
it. Why did he feel jealous when he
found out she was going out with Jubilee and company? He wasn't a violent man
but why did he feel like that at the thought of Kitty with another man? Why the
hell did he "feel" for her?
Heaven knows
I'm head over heels and it shows
I've played every field I suppose
But there's something about you
When you're around
Baby I have found
I get lost in you
Scott turned left, feeling more and
more awake by the second. Sleeping was going to be impossible again. His gaze
passed on a couple kissing on the sidewalk, the sight tugging at his heart.
Memories of another kind of kiss flashed in his mind again. This is no use, he
thought. He decided to go home. He was
about to step up the accelerator when he spotted a lone girl with great legs
who suspiciously looked like Kitty walking aimlessly in the rain. He caught up
with the girl and it was her. Worry and anger flared up inside him. Where the
hell was she going? Didn't she know it was dangerous for a woman to be out by
herself at this time of night? He bit back a curse as he steered towards the
sidewalk. In an almost violent motion, he opened the passenger door on the
startled Kitty.
"Get inside, Kitty. NOW!"
III. Crash into me
Kitty stole a glance at Scott's
rigid profile. The muscle in his cheek was throbbing visibly--a sure indication
that he was furious and was barely holding it in check. She would've preferred
the dangers of the street than be alone inside the car with an angry Scott. The
moment she got in the car, he had treated her to a sermon that made her cringe
visibly. In a barrage of cutting words, he had told her she should know better
than to be walking down the street, alone, at this time of the night. He
had told her harshly that her dress was an open invitation for trouble. What
was she trying to do, get picked up?
She had been barely coherent with
indignation as she struggled to get the words out to defend herself. Her voice
rising, she had told him that she was trying to get a cab. She had stressed
that she was going home, and certainly not trying to attract any man's
attention. And what was wrong with her dress? It was a decent, if short, dress
that covered her appropriately. She hardly looked like a prostitute stalking
the streets for men to service. Scott's heated, "Well, your legs were
showing!" put an end to her tirade. Confusion had left her mouth hanging
open but shut it when she couldn't think of a rejoinder.
They'd been driving for ten minutes
now, cruising along the seemingly endless tree-lined road back to the mansion,
and conversation had ceased. The silence was uncomfortable and Kitty couldn't
stand it.
'And what about you?" she
asked with just a little accusatory inflection in it. She didn't want to spark
up another shouting match. "What were you doing driving around? Trying to
pick someone up?"
Scott didn't rise to the bait.
"None of your goddamn business."
He knew that he was overreacting and that his behavior wasn't exemplary
at the moment, but he couldn't be expected to be rational when he was so angry
with her he wanted to wring her lovely neck.
Kitty gasped in indignation.
"Don't you dare swear at me, Scott Summers, 'cause I won't have any
it!"
"Well, I just did!"
If it weren't for the animosity
between them, he would've laughed out loud. He was delighted to see Kitty
unruffled and speaking her mind. There was no trace of the shy Kitty that he
knew. He found that he liked seeing her like that. On the other hand, he was amazed
at himself for bantering with her. Being leader of the X-men, he'd had to be
sensible and congenial, not given to irrational outbursts like he just did.
Only Kitty could get a rise out of him. Jean had always been diplomatic and
sensible like him. She had been the one to soothe him into calmness, banking
down the fire. But Kitty... Kitty fanned the flames of his emotions... and he
loved it.
Kitty threw her hands up.
"God, what is wrong with you? You're acting like a complete...
bastard!" She blushed at the use of the word. "You're angry with me
for what? For catching me walking by myself? What's so wrong with that?"
"What's wrong is that you
didn't give a damn about your safety!"
"I can take care of myself,
thank you very much!"
"Well, you certainly didn't
look like you could! You looked lost, moony-eyed and totally unaware of your
surroundings!"
Her cheeks burned at the thought
that he caught her looking like that. It's because I was thinking about you,
you big oaf! she wanted to shout at him. "I was not!" she denied
vehemently.
"Were, too!"
"Ooh!" Kitty bristled.
"I don't get this macho attitude from you. Why the sudden interest in my
welfare, in *me*, when you've been acting like I didn't exist?"
Scott didn't have a face-saving
reply.
She saw his mouth tighten at the
corners before she turned her head away to look at the passing scenery. In a
subdued tone, she continued. "I don't understand you, Scott. I don't know
why you've been ignoring me. What did I do to get this kind of treatment from
you? It's like you're punishing me." Tears stung her eyes but she didn't
face him.
Suddenly, he saw how the bantering
had gotten out of hand. He could hear the pain in her voice and an answering
pain throbbed in his heart. "I'm not punishing you, Kitty," he said
quietly.
Kitty whipped her head around, this
time tears were streaming down her face. "Then what do you call the way
you've been acting around me?"
The alarming sound of another
vehicle speeding nearby brought their argument to a halt.
"What the...!" Scott
exclaimed, his ruby-colored glasses trained on the rearview mirror.
He didn't have time to do anything
before a speeding truck overtook them, slamming against their side causing them
to go off the road. Kitty's frightened scream rang out loud in the quiet night,
the sound of the SUV hitting the bushes on the side before careening down the
deep wooded ravine below following eerily.
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Water trickled down the busted roof
of the vehicle to her bruised and bloodied cheek, effectively waking Kitty up.
She couldn't move at first, trapped as she was by her dislodged seat wedged
against the dashboard. Her body felt like one big ache as she gingerly moved
her limbs. Her head was throbbing. She raised her hand and touched it near her
temple where it came away bloodied. The accident--or was it?-- replayed
automatically in her head and she froze with the shock of it. It had happened
too fast. She slowly became aware of her surroundings, noting that it was still
dark and that it was raining hard. Lightning illuminated the woods as thunder
rolled off into the distance. She silently thanked her Maker that the SUV
didn't end up on its belly on its final turn. This way, she and Scott wouldn't
have a hard time getting out of the wrecked vehicle.
Scott!
Kitty turned her head to the side
and saw him slumped on the wheel, a nasty-looking gash was bleeding on his
forehead. She quickly reached out a hand to check his pulse beneath his ear and
was relieved to find out it was strong and steady. She looked around the
darkened forest and felt the chill. How long had they been unconscious? Had
anyone noticed their absence yet? Ororo was the only senior X-men left at the
mansion but she was down with the flu. The Professor and Jean were in
Washington while Logan, Rogue and the babies were on a short holiday. She
remembered that Scott had a cellphone. She could call the mansion and ask for
someone to come and rescue them. She felt for it on his jacket and found it in
the left pocket. Her hopes were dashed when she drew out the cellphone and it
fell apart in her hand. It most likey got crushed against the steering wheel
during the impact. She threw the remnants of the phone on the floor in
frustration. What happened to them might just be an accident but she couldn't
take that chance. If they had been forced off the road purposely, whoever was
responsible might be hunting for them right now. They had to get to safety.
They had to get back to the mansion or at least, to a shelter.
She took out the high-powered
flashlight from the compartment that she knew Scott always kept there. She
phased herself out of the vehicle to stand outside the door on Scott's side.
Rain immediately soaked her. She wrenched open the door and struggled with his
seatbelt.
"Scott, please wake up."
Finally unlocking the safety belt, Kitty pushed him back against the seat. She
placed her hands on his shoulders and shook him a bit. "Scott? We have to
get out of here." She couldn't keep from touching his bruised cheek.
"Please be all right," she whispered.
There was no response. Leaving him
there was out of the question. If she had to carry him, she would. Training
with the X-men had increased her strength and improved her endurance. Despite
her slight frame, she was actually strong. Without jarring him as much as
possible, she eased him out of the vehicle and into the ground, letting him
lean against her right side. She had his arm around her shoulders and hers
around his waist for support. She looked up and tried to make out the road
above the ravine. They were in too deep--they couldn't possibly make it if they
trekked up to the road. They were going to have to take another route.
Scott's head lolled to the side,
pressing against hers as Kitty made her way through the trees. The path was wet
and muddy as the flashlight revealed, and she struggled to keep from slipping.
She didn't know where they were going. All she knew was that they had to get
away. She walked and walked, past trees and low-lying bushes. The chill was
seeping to her bones but she had to go on. The rain fell down in a steady pelt
providing an almost soothing sound to her ears. She heard Scott groan but he
didn't wake up. She worried about him. Now she questioned her decision. Maybe
they should've stayed in the SUV until the other X-men found them. Maybe she
shouldn't have moved him. He could have a concussion or he could be bleeding
inside for all she knew... She mentally shook her head and tried to clear all
her worries. She had made the decision and she was taking full responsibility
for that. She only prayed that it was the right one.
They'd been walking for almost
fifteen minutes, with Scott's body growing heavier by the minute when she
spotted it. She directed the flashlight
to its direction. A cabin. She thanked her lucky stars for the small miracle.
At least they would be out of the rain and she could take care of Scott. She
half-dragged, half carried him until they reached the door of the small cabin.
With what little strength she had left, Kitty kicked it open.
She passed the artificial light
inside and it revealed a one-room cabin empty of furniture but with a
fireplace, some kind of a wooden chest, and a generous pile of chopped
firewood. Kitty almost sagged with relief. She hurriedly let them inside and
out of the rain, managing to kick the door closed. She gently laid Scott down
in front of the fireplace, making him as comfortable as possible. She placed
the flashlight on the floor and pointed it to the fireplace. They had to get
warm.
She scooped up an armful of
firewood and arranged them in the fireplace. Her hand felt for a box of matches
on the mantleplace but didn't find any. Great. It was going to be difficult but
she had to start a fire the old-fashioned way. With cold and shaking hands, she
got two pieces of firewood and started rubbing.
4. Nothing heals me like you do
Scott adjusted his eyesight to the
darkness. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a light. For a moment he was
disoriented then the memory of what happened came back. The speeding truck...
the crash... plunging into the ravine... Kitty walking and holding him up in
the rain as he drifted in and out of consciousness... His head was pounding
like a jackhammer. He must've hit his head pretty hard. He heard Kitty stifle a
curse and turned his head to the side. The light from the flashlight showed her
crouched by the rather crudely built fireplace and he was certain that she was
trying to make a fire.
"I'll do that," he said
in a rusty voice.
Kitty gasped out loud and turned to
look at her patient. "Scott, you're awake!"
"Move aside, Kitty." He
lifted his special visor and let out a weak laser beam, setting the mound of
firewood ablaze.
She stared for a moment at the
crackling, glowing fire, grateful for the warmth and light. She turned off the
flashlight. "How are you feeling?" Kitty asked as she moved to kneel
down beside him. "Head hurting?"
Scott tried to get up but his head
threatened to split apart. He slowly laid back down.
She gently felt for bumps on his
head.
Despite his fierce headache,
Scott's scalp tingled at the touch of Kitty's hands. He was too weak to fight
his body's reaction to her. "Like the very devil. But as long as I don't
move too much, I'll be fine."
"You have a big gash right
here on your forehead and it's bleeding just a little bit. I have to clean it
up, though. Do you have a hanky I could use?"
"No," Scott croaked out.
He looked at her inquiringly when Kitty lifted the hem of her dress to the tops
of her thighs to reveal the white cotton lining underneath. He watched her tear
two strips from the wet cloth. She scooted closer to him and arranged him
gently until his head was lying on her lap.
Scott hissed at the first touch of
the cloth on his open wound.
"Sorry," Kitty said in a
repentant tone. "I'm being as gentle as I can." She couldn't help it,
but her hands prickled with awareness as she touched him. They were in a
dangerous and serious situation and yet her heart and body were unaware of it.
They were only attuned to Scott. When his wound was clean, she tied the other
strip of cloth around his forehead. "That should do it for a while."
"Thanks, Kitty," he said
awkwardly. He cleared his throat and went into his fearless leader mode.
"Where are we?"
"In a cabin we luckily
stumbled onto. We're lost in the woods, actually. Did you see who hit us?"
"No. I only had time to see it
was a truck before it rammed us."
Kitty nodded, welcoming the shift
in the conversation. Despite what had happened, she knew the uneasiness between
them was still there. "I didn't
see anything either. I just felt the impact and I remember screaming when we
fell down the ravine. That's it."
"And when you came to, did you
notice anything unusual?"
"No, I don't think so," she
replied as she looked back on the earlier events. "I don't know how long
we were out. I was afraid whoever those people were would come looking for us
so I thought we should leave the crash site and look for shelter." Then
she added uncertainly, "I hope I made the right decision."
"You did," Scott
reassured her.
"They could still be after
us," she said worriedly. "Who could those people be and what do they
want from us?"
"I don't know but as of now we
can only assume it was intentional. It could also just be an accident,"
Scott said reasonably. "At least for the moment we're safe." He
slowly sat up and was relieved to find out his head didn't hurt as much.
Kitty tried to hold him down
gently. "You shouldn't be moving just yet." But he did anyway and she
looked at him worriedly.
"l'll be fine." He stood
up carefully and looked around the cabin, silent for a moment as he
contemplated what to do. Then he remembered something. His hands searched
frantically on the pockets of his jacket.
"What is it?"
"My cellphone!"
Kitty let out a frustrated breath.
"It got crushed during the impact. I got it from your jacket earlier on
but it collapsed in my hand."
"Damn!" Scott paced, his
hand stroking his chin as he did so. After a while, he went to the door and
pulled it open.
"Where are you going?"
she asked, alarmed.
"I'm going to scout the area.
I won't be long."
She knew she couldn't stop him.
"Be careful," she told him worriedly.
Scott looked at her for a moment
before disappearing into the night.
Kitty shivered and drew closer into
the fire. She was feeling a jumble of emotions that left her confused. She was
scared, worried, cold, and still smarting from their argument. But she had to
focus on the situation right now for they could still be in danger. She hugged
herself and shivered. The fire couldn't seem to warm her enough. She scanned
the small cabin and the wooden chest on the corner drew her attention. She got
up, went over to it and lifted the lid. She gasped out loud at the
contents--blankets! There were two of them and she immediately shook them out.
They were dusty and a bit scratchy but they were better than nothing. She was
laying out one blanket when Scott came in dripping with water.
"I found us some
blankets!"
"Good," he replied
distractedly as he closed the door. "Everything's clear outside so we're
safe here until morning. It would be foolish to try to go back to the mansion
in the rain."
"Especially when you're
hurt," Kitty pointed out.
Scott touched the bandage on his
head and winced a little.
Kitty took the other blanket and
walked over to him. "Here, dry yourself off."
"Thanks." He got the
blanket from her and that's when he saw the wound on her temple. "You're
hurt!"
She stared blankly at him as her
hand went automatically to her head. "Oh. Yeah." She gave him a
rueful smile. "Totally forgot about it."
"Come here." He dragged
her down on the blanket spread before the fire until they were kneeling face to
face.
"It's okay. You don't have to
do this--hey!" She was startled when Scott flipped the hem of her dress
and tore another strip from the cotton lining of her dress.
Scott leaned closer to examine her
wound. "It doesn't look that bad," he murmured, causing a different
kind of shiver from Kitty as Scott's breath warmed the side of her face.
"But still..."
"Ow!"
He dabbed at the wound with the
cloth until it was clean. "It has to be cleaned. There, all done. I don't
think we have to bandage it, though."
His face was so close to hers that
her skin tingled with awareness. Her eyes dropped to his full yet masculine
lips and her own lips parted in response. She remembered their softness when he
kissed her that one time and she blushed. She saw him pull back and helplessly
her eyes sought his through his visor. But of course she couldn't see his
expression. Embarrassed, her eyes fell to her lap. "Thank you," she
whispered.
Scott was silent as he retrieved
the other blanket. "We should get out of these wet clothes. We'll catch
pneumonia if we don't."
She knew he was right but she
couldn't help the wave of shyness that overcame her. She lifted her head to
protest and was shocked to see him shrugging off his jacket and pulling up his
tight white shirt.
"But, I..." Her throat
closed up when she got a view of his magnificent chest, lightly dusted with
hair, gleaming in the firelight. He used the blanket to dry his hair and blot
out the moisture in his upper body. When he stood up to unbuckle his belt,
Kitty turned her head away.
Divested of everything except his
boxers, Scott knelt down again and stroked Kitty's shoulders soothingly.
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, Kitty. I'll turn my back while
you take your clothes off. You can leave your underwear on if you want. It's
for health reasons, nothing else," he told her softly. "Come on. We
have a nice fire going on and soon you won't be cold."
She nodded and still kneeling,
turned her back to him. Exhaling deeply, Scott did the same.
It nearly took all his control to
be on top of the situation when all he wanted to do was take her in his arms
and warm her until morning. He didn't censor his thoughts nor his feelings
anymore. He wanted her. There was no denying it. He closed his eyes when he
heard the rustle of clothing being removed. Kitty was undressing just a few
feet away from him--it was enough to give him a heart attack. When he heard no
more movement, he turned his head just a bit and asked gently, "All
done?"
"Yes," came her shy
reply.
He turned to face her and swallowed
convulsively at the sight before him. Kitty knelt with her head bowed and her
arms wrapped around herself shielding her breasts. She wore only a pair of pink
briefs and whole lot of skin. Cold skin--judging from the way she visibly
shivered. She was beautiful. Wet brown hair and all. Her arms plumped up her
breasts and then he realized she wasn't wearing a bra at all.
"You're not wearing a
bra," he said before he could stop himself. He cleared his throat when he
realized what he had said. He drew the blanket behind her and started rubbing
her hair with it, careful of her injury.
Kitty blushed at his comment.
"My br-- They're sensitive. I can't bear the feeling of being confined.
Besides, I-I'm small. There's not much to cover up," she found herself saying
to him. She kept still while Scott moved on to dry her shoulders, back, front
and thighs.
"You think you could
sleep?" he asked when he was done. "'Cause there's nothing left for
us to do except that."
She looked at him as she nodded.
"I think I could sleep."
A small smile lifted the corners of
his mouth. "Good." He scooted back as he indicated for Kitty to
lie down in front of the fire.
Kitty realized she couldn't do it
without the use of her arms that were still covering her breasts. Leaving her
with no choice, she dropped her arms and gingerly laid down on her back. She
was relieved when Scott covered her with the blanket right away. She watched
him gather their clothes and spread them over the chest, which he then pushed towards the fireplace so that the heat
would make them dry faster. She made room for him by lying on her left
side when he settled beside her. She felt cool air rush against her back as he
lifted the blanket and covered both of them. Despite the heat of the fire at
her front, she still shivered.
Scott didn't miss her body's
reaction. He turned on his side and moved closer to her until his chest was
against her back. He wrapped his arm over her waist and pulled her closer to
him. He felt her body go rigid at the contact.
"It's all right, Kitty,"
he told her soothingly. "I'm just going to warm you. I won't do anything
improper, I promise."
His bare legs tangling with her
own, his smooth chest against her back and his breath against her neck felt
really good. Her body was warming up. She pushed back against him until her
buttocks were firmly planted against his groin. "Okay," she whispered
as she closed her eyes. She refused to put any meaning behind Scott's gesture.
She'd learned her lesson already. She'd just take what he was willing to give.
He had offered her warmth and she accepted. It was as simple as that.
He adjusted their bodies one last
time before finally settling down. He could feel her skin beginning to warm up.
He buried his nose in her hair and breathed deeply. He liked holding her in his
arms. She felt so soft, so perfect in his arms. As he slowly drifted into
sleep, he forgot his body's aches and pains, even the impending danger. All he
could think of was that Kitty was in his arms, safe and warm.
******************************************************
Scott woke up slowly and
cautiously, as if doing so would shatter the incredible peace in which he had
slept in. His senses resumed functioning one by one. He turned his head to the
side and opened his eyes. It was morning. He listened to his surroundings but
all he could hear were birds chirping. He felt Kitty's warm and pliant body
beneath him and smiled as he felt himself getting hard and rising against her
leg. He breathed in her womanly scent as he nuzzled his face against her
throat. Sometime during the early morning, he had felt Kitty turn and
unknowingly climb on top of him. It would seem he had woken up too because
their position was now reversed. The thought of them lying like they were now excited
him.
"Kitty..." he murmured
against her skin. His mouth planted lingering kisses down her throat to her
collarbone. He went down further until he was kissing the skin above her pert
breasts.
"Hmmm." Kitty was having
the most delicious dream. Scott was making slow, delicious love to her. She
arched her back when she felt his mouth on her breast, licking her skin before
sucking her hard nipple into his mouth. "Scott!"
"I'm right here, Kitty-cat.
I'm right here," he murmured before he sucked on her again.
Her small scream woke her up and
jolted her into reality. Scott was really making love to her! She moaned
helplessly as his lips and tongue worked on her, causing sharp rays of desire
to shoot down between her legs. "Scott?" she asked tentatively.
Scott raised his head to look down
on her breasts, one nipple wet and
glistening temptingly. One hand covered her breast and squeezed gently.
Then he looked into her confused but desire-filled green eyes. "You're
beautiful, sweetheart," he told her reverently, his morning voice husky.
"So pink and white and lovely. And you're not small. You're just right.
You fit my hand perfectly... and my mouth..." He swooped down to take the
other nipple into the warm cavern of his mouth.
Kitty's hand gripped the back of
his head, her fingers tangling in his hair as she urged him against her
breasts. Her other hand ran up and down his back, feeling his muscles respond
to her touch. Her body was on fire for him. She gasped when she felt his legs
part her thighs and she was feeling him--hard and hot--against her moist,
swollen flesh.
He tore his mouth from her breast,
needing her mouth this time. "God, Kitty, but I want you." He kissed
her roughly, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. The stroke of his
tongue inside her mouth excited her and she moaned. Shyly, she let tongue meet
his and he groaned in response. The pressure of their mouths deepened until
they were kissing wildly, almost desperately.
They kissed for a few more seconds
before he heard it. His name. They were about to be found. He heard his name
being called again and recognized it to be Bobby's voice. They probably found
the wreckage and tracked them down to the cabin. Unwilling to let her go, he
stilled his lips against hers. "Oh, sweetheart, we have to stop," he
panted. "We're about to be rescued."
Dazed and still high with desire,
Kitty could only stare back at him. "What?"
"Scott!" Bobby's voice
was clearer and louder this time. He was close.
Kitty's eyes grew round as she
realized what was happening. "Oh, God!" Scott helped her up as she
scrambled to her feet and was soon frantically pulling on her clothes.
Scott watched her as they got
dressed. She looked so beautiful muttering to herself, her cheeks flushed and
her brown curls bouncing with her movements. He was glad they got interrupted.
He realized he had a lot of explaining to do first.
"Scott! Are you in here?"
"I'm right here, Bobby!"
Scott called out as he opened the door.
"Thank God, you're all right!
What happened?"
"A truck slammed into us and ran us off the
road. My cellphone got smashed and I couldn't call for help."
Bobby looked concerned at the
bandage in Scott's head. "You're hurt. We'd better get you out of
here." He went back into the clearing and cupped his hands around his
mouth. "I found him, St. John!"
"The Professor and Jean--have
they arrived yet?"
"No." Bobby shifted from
one foot to another. "We have another problem."
"What is it?"
Bobby grimaced. "Kitty's missing
and it's all our fault," he said in a rush. "We let her go home alone
last night and--"
Kitty moved into Bobby's line of
vision. "I'm here, Bobby."
Bobby was so surprised to see her
he comically opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish. "H-how did you
get here?"
Scott gave Kitty a speaking glance
before turning back to Bobby. "It's a long story."
Author's Notes: Sorry for the long
delay. :( I hate it when work, real
life, sleep deprivation, and depression get in the way of fic-writing! Anyway,
here's the last two parts. They're especially dedicated to Karen, my wonderful
beta, who said this fic simply couldn't do without a love scene, and Nadja,
who, aside from Karen, indulged me with her wonderful S/K fics. Thanks so much
to all those who have given me feedback. My heart overflows with joy. :) I hope
you guys will enjoy these last two chapters. :)
V. Here with me
Kitty shifted the fat baby on her
lap. "Come on, baby boy, entertain me. I don't want to think about him. I
don't want to think!" She looked deep into Patrick's guileless hazel eyes.
The happy baby was trying to touch the bandage on her temple. "If there's
one bit of knowledge I can impart to you, my dear godchild, it's that thinking
is hazardous to your mental and emotional health! It can kill you! Do you
understand?"
Patrick gurgled, babbled, and then
drooled all over himself in response. He gave a happy squeal and clasped
Kitty's cheeks in his pudgy hands.
She gave a dramatic sigh and kissed
him wetly on his forehead. "I knew you would. Now be a good baby and go to
sleep." She stood up and carried Patrick into his crib and laid him down.
He babbled incoherently for a second before sticking his thumb into his mouth.
His eyes drooped and soon he was asleep. Kitty smiled at the innocent picture
he made. She moved on to the next crib where her other godchild, Lisbeth, was
already fast asleep.
"Thanks for putting them to
sleep, Kitty."
Kitty turned at Marie's soft voice
from the doorway. "It was my pleasure. You know how crazy I am about the
babies."
Marie belted her robe tightly and
padded over to where her friend stood by the cribs. She took Kitty's limp hands
into hers and squeezed them. "Hey, don't brood too much. I have faith that
Scott will come around."
Kitty dropped her gaze to the floor
and gave a self-depreciating laugh. "I don't know about that." She
shrugged a delicate shoulder. "Guess I'm back to square one--getting over
him all over again."
"From what you told me about
what happened in the cabin, I would say he's close to giving in to his feelings
for you."
"He doesn't have feelings for
me, Marie. If he did, he would've at least said something before he went away.
Everything's hanging, you know? There's a lot of unresolved things between us
and he didn't even say anything."
"Kitty, it was an emergency. Even
Logan wasn't able to say goodbye to me," Marie told her patiently.
When Marie, Logan and the babies
had arrived that morning, the mansion had been
in an uproar. Ororo had worriedly informed them that both Scott and Kitty were
missing, and that some of the trainees had been dispatched to look for them.
Jubilee was in a tearful state of panic, crying over and over again that
it was her fault that Kitty was missing. Logan had been about to leave the
mansion to help in the search when Bobby and St. John arrived with Scott and
Kitty. Marie had patched them up as best she could since Jean hadn't been due
to arrive yet with the Professor. They had gotten a straight and air-tight
explanation from Scott on what had happened, which Kitty had seconded. Scott hadn't
even had the time to rest when they got an emergency call from one of the
Professor's allies. A mutant community was being attacked by a large group of
radical mutant-haters and the X-men were called for help. It was automatic that
Scott and Logan would go, tagging Bobby and St. John along with them. They had
not returned since then.
Kitty blushed when she realized how
irrational she'd become. "You're right, but I'm not keeping my hopes
up."
"Kitty..."
"It's better if I don't expect
anything. It will make it easier for me to go on."
Marie gave her friend and warm hug.
"Oh, Kitty. Everything will be all right. You'll see."
Kitty remained silent.
It had better be or I'll kill Scott
myself if he breaks Kitty's heart again, Marie thought darkly.
*************
It was almost midnight when the men
finally returned, tired but unharmed. Logan went straight to their bedroom and
pulled his wife in his arms.
"Everything okay?" Marie
asked.
Yeah. Took a little
longer than we planned cause some of
them were extra stupid and didnt give up without a fight.
"And Scott?"
Logan growled. "I saved the
damned pansy-ass' life twice! He was distracted from the very beginning!"
Marie soothed her husband's ire by
rubbing her face against his throat. "I hope you didn't rub it in. You
know how...troubled he is."
"Troubled! The man's fucking
in love and he doesn't even know it!"
Laughing, Marie pressed up tighter
against her husband. "Did you set him straight?"
Logan buried his face in Marie's
hair. "Yep. I gave him some unsolicited advice."
"Which is...?"
He cleared his throat and acted
like it was Scott he was talking to." I told him, 'I know you secretly
admire me, Scooter, so go ahead, it's okay if you want to follow in my
footsteps. Disregard the age matter and get it on with Kitty already. You're
spending too much time thinking about the consequences when she could be
warming your bed right now.'"
Marie burst out laughing. "You
actually told him that? I'm surprised he didn't slug you!"
"Hell, Marie, the
man was too busy being blinded by the lightbulb blinking on above his head.
Her mouth formed into a satisfied
smile. "Good. I won't have to kill him then."
*****************
Kitty turned another
page of the book she was reading with such unnecessary force that the paper
crackled crisply. After her conversation with Marie, she had immediately gone to the Professor's small, private
library.It was her sanctuary and she always went there when she wanted some
peace and quiet. Tonight she was hiding out, trying to keep her mind off
"things" by reading a book. She started to become agitated when she
heard the Blackbird arrive an hour ago. Scott was back. She leaned back against
the easy chair she was enfolded in and tried to reason with herself. Scott
wouldn't come looking for you. He wouldn't. He'd run again and act like nothing
happened so get it in your head, Kitty, that nothing's ever going to happen
between the two of you. As if to prove her point, she blindly slammed the book
down on the side table, knocking down the ornamental Asian bronze pot on the
floor with a loud clang. She winced at the sound. She stood up and walked
behind the chair to retrieve the bronze pot from
where it had rolled.
She didn't hear the door open and
close so she gave a startled shriek when she saw Scott standing in the middle
of the room. A square bandage was taped over the wound on his forehead. His robe was open to reveal blue pajama
bottoms and a tight white T-shirt. She could feel his eyes boring into hers
even if she couldn't see them. She squirmed under his gaze as she gripped the
lip of the bronze pot like a lifeline. She felt like a cornered rabbit about to
be devoured by a predator. She bit her lip, looking everywhere but at him.
"Kitty."
The way he said her name sent
shivers running up and down her spine.
"S-Scott." Despite the
stammer, she tried to level down her voice.
"It would seem
that last night's accident was just that--an accident. The police had found a
truck that collided against a large billboard sign a few miles from where we
were run off. The driver survived and apparently, he was drunk."
"Oh."
"I want to tell you something
else."
Her heart jump in fear. She trained
her gaze on his chest and swallowed. "Sure."
"I'm not like Logan."
That was the least she expected to
hear from him. "What?"
Scott took a tentative step toward
her. "I'm not impulsive, or rash, o-or reckless. I like taking my time to
think things over so that I could make a sound decision. I'm fairly predictable
and even boring at times. I follow the rules to the letter. I'm always thinking
about what's appropriate, what's right, and what's fair. That's me--Scott. So
when I found myself having feelings for you I..."
Kitty's heartbeat slowed. She felt
faint. Here comes the blow...
"I rebelled against it. I
fought it because you scared me. You still do."
"*I* scare *you*?" she
asked faintly. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.
He took another step closer as a
smile formed on his lips. "You make me bold and outspoken. You make me do
things and say things I've never done or said before." His voice turned
soft. "You bring out the youth in me. You make me think about making
breakfasts, laughter and rain. You bring out the other side of me that I don't
get to display often. And most of all, you remind me that I'm also just a man.
Not a leader, not a teacher, not a mutant, but just a simple man with simple
needs. For a man who has been trained to be a leader and who has forgotten how
it is to be just a man, that's enough to make me scared."
Kitty wasn't fooled by his smile. Her
knees began to shake as she waited for the catch. She took a step back when he
advanced on her again.
"Do you remember that
Christmas morning when we made breakfast together? The simplicity and
domesticity of it was one of the best experiences of my life. The things I said
to you shocked me more than it did you, I think," he laughed. "I was
appalled by my behavior--especially when I kissed you. I see you're blushing.
It's okay. The memory makes me hot, too." He laughed again as Kitty turned
a shade redder.
Then his voice turned somber.
"I know I've acted like a bastard and I'm sorry. I thought I was doing the
both of us good when I stayed away and ignored you. Look what repressing my
feelings for you did to me. I nearly ravished you in the cabin! So I want to do
things right. We can't go on dancing around each other. We've wasted enough
time already. Let's resolve this right now. Let's lay our cards on the table,
Kitty." Steely hands gripped her upper arms as Scott pulled her to him
none too gently. "I want to hear how you feel about me." He shook
her. "Tell me."
Her green eyes misted with tears as
her final humiliation was beginning to unfold. "You know!"
His mouth hovered over her own.
"But I want to hear you say it."
"I love you," she cried.
"I don't care if you think it's just a crush but I know what I feel and
it's love." She looked through his visor fearlessly, letting him see her
heart through her eyes. "Love for the leader, and most of all, love for
the man that you are. I don't know how else to explain it or how else to make
you believe it but I do love you, Scott." Kitty licked her lips and
dropped her eyes to his mouth, her brows knitted together in emotion. "I'm
sorry if it's caused you a great deal of trouble. I can't help the way that I feel.
I'll try to--"
Scott pressed a finger on her
trembling lips. "Good. 'Cause I can't help the way I feel about you,
too," he told her huskily.
Her eyes flew back to his.
"Forgive this foolish man,
Kathryn Pryde, for he loves you, too. He just didn't know how to deal with the
feelings you stirred in him. He didn't realize it for what it was--deep love
and incredible passion for you, and only you." He stroked her hair gently
away from her face and looked deep into her eyes. "I love you, Kitty. I
want to be with you. Take me 'cause I'm yours."
Tears spilled from her eyes.
"Oh, Scott!" She threw the bronze pot on the nearby couch and threw
her arms around his neck. "I love you, I love you, I love you..."
Scott let out a delighted laugh as
he wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her until her feet were off the
ground. He twirled her around as she laughed and cried at the same time.
Finally, he dropped on the easy chair and arranged her until she was lying
comfortably across his lap, her legs draped over the armrest.
"I can't believe it," she
murmured dazedly against his throat. "I was so sure you didn't feel the
same way that I did."
"Believe it, sweetheart."
He kissed her forehead lingeringly as he enfolded her deeper into his embrace.
What followed was a long moment of
whispered promises and apologies, and passionate reaffirmation of their
newfound love. Their hearts full and their minds reassured, they talked like old
friends and fooled around like the new lovers that they were. Their mouths
found each other again and again, hungry for the taste of the other.
"Kitty?" Scott murmured
against her lips as they lazily kissed.
"Hmm?" she answered
dreamily.
"Remind me to thank Logan in
the morning."
"Why?"
"'Cause if it weren't for his
advice, I still wouldn't have admitted to myself that
I was in love with you."
"It seems Logan has caught
some of your sensitivity. Is there a chance you've caught some of his feral side?"
she asked playfully.
Scott laughed and captured her
lower lip with his teeth. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
"You bet I would," she
responded as she kissed him fully, passionately, and lovingly.
VI. Epilogue: The Love Scene
Scott groaned as he leaned back
against the tub, the heat from the water immediately doing its healing work on
his protesting muscles. The day's training and workout session had left him
spent and sore. It had been a busy day, which only meant more work and less
time to be see and be with Kitty.
An intimate smile flitted over his
face at the thought of her. They'd been together for almost two months now and
while it hadn't been perfect, it certainly had been wonderful. Loving Kitty had
brought him a kind of fulfillment he had never felt before. He didn't think he
could ever feel for any woman the way he felt about her. Like his heart was
being torn from his chest when he had to part from her. Because that's what she
was--his heart.
He relaxed in the bath, letting
thoughts of her drift in and out of his mind.
"Scott?"
Ah, here she is, Scott thought,
pleased. "I'm in the bath, sweetheart!" he called out.
Kitty's sweet and freshly-scrubbed
smiling face popped into view as she stopped by the open bathroom door.
"Hi," she greeted him shyly. She held up a steaming mug and a small
wicker basket. "I brought you something." She walked over to him,
dropped the basket on the tiled floor and sat on the side of the tub facing
him. Her robe, untied at the waist, parted as she sat down, revealing her legs
and the blue shirt--Scott's shirt--she wore to bed.
Scott's hand went automatically to
stroke the smooth skin of her thighs. "What is it?"
She handed him the mug.
"Chamomile tea. It'll help ease your stress." Kitty knew Scott hardly
had a break all day. They'd both been
busy with their respective duties at the mansion and hardly had time to see each other.
His hand didn't stray from her thighs
while the other held the mug. "I think a kiss will ease my stress
more," he teased.
Kitty chuckled but leaned down just
the same. "Hmm, sure."
Their kiss was sweet, tender, and
lingering.
She smiled against his lips.
"Drink your tea before it gets cold."
He flashed her a boyish smile that
showed off the sexy brackets around the corners of his mouth. A sight that
never failed to make Kitty's heart jump. "Yes, ma'am."
While Scott was drinking his brew,
Kitty took a couple of muslin bath bags from the basket and slipped it into his
bath. His eyebrows came up above his glasses in question.
"Bath bags," she
explained. "They're a mixture of peppermint, rosemary, thyme and lemon.
Just something to revive you."
Scott was finally getting the
trend. "Are you trying to pamper me, Miss Pryde?"
Kitty laughed. "What do you
think?" She took out the rest of the contents of the basket--eight votive
candles and a match box. She arranged them all around the bathroom and lit
them. Soon the smell of vanilla permeated the air. Satisfied, Kitty turned off
the light and closed the bathroom door. The candles provided a romantic glow in
their small space, and the smell of the herbs and vanilla was soothing and
relaxing. She returned to her perch on the side of the tub and watched him
drain the mug.
"Hmm, it's good," he said
appreciatively.
She smiled at him as she took the
mug and placed it on the sink. She took his hand in both of hers and started to
caress it. "I missed you today."
"I know. I missed you, too,
sweetheart," he complained. He laced their fingers together tightly.
"I thought I was finally going to have a break this afternoon but the
Professor cornered me to discuss this new project..."
Kitty listened as Scott explained
briefly about his meeting with the Professor. Just like how some nights would
find them, they alternately talked and listened to each other's thoughts and
ideas. Talking was one of their favorite things to do. They spent many hours
together--in either of their rooms, at the conservatory, in the garden--just
sharing whatever it was in their minds and hearts.
Scott had also been open with Jean
but she preferred to talk about work and their cause more than anything else.
They had talked as colleagues, not as lovers. With Kitty, he had finally
experienced what it was like to *talk* the way a man should to his woman.
Theirs had been a nurturing relationship from the beginning. Their individual
personalities called naturally for that. Everything just clicked into place
despite their awkward and rather uncertain beginning. All they needed was that
little push in the right direction and they were off.
On the other hand, Kitty cherished
all the time she got to spend with Scott. Getting to know him was a pleasure.
She'd long dreamed of knowing him and sharing things with him, and now, it was
coming true. Nobody had really been interested in her mind, heart and body
until Scott. Especially her body. During their conversations, Scott never let a
moment pass without him touching some part of her body. He loved touching her
hands like how he was touching her now.
"I'm sure the Professor will
get a lot of support for those plans, Scott," Kitty said in conclusion.
"And we'll all be there to back him up all the way." She gave him a
cheery smile.
Scott instantly became mesmerized
by that smile. His gaze focused on her mouth and thought how he'd like to take
it with his own. They had done more than kiss since they became a couple, but
still short of actually making love. He had wanted to become intimate with her
in every sense of the word, and he knew she did, too. But they had known
instinctively that slow was the way to go, and that's what they did. His
feelings tonight were different, however. Maybe it was the endearing way she
took care of him, the tea, the herbal bath, the candles, or simply just her
presence in the enclosed, private space of his bathroom that made him desire
her more than ever.
Kitty's smile faltered when she
sensed Scott's demeanor change. She knew it to be his amorous mood. She
remembered too keenly the times when she'd been on the receiving end of his
controlled passion. She swallowed when she felt the touch of his hand change
from warm to excitingly hot, from firm to caressingly erotic. Her cheeks slowly
flamed when Scott sat up straight in the tub and slid up in front of her.
He drew her hand to his lips and
kissed it. "Thank you for taking care of me." His voice was low and
seductive and it sent her skin tingling.
"M-my pleasure," she
stuttered.
"I like this whole candle and
herbal bath thing. Is this what you do in your own bathroom when you want to
unwind?" He let go of her hand only to hold it up against her warm cheek.
"Yes..."
"I can just imagine you lying
in your tub..." His hand traveled downward to the buttons of her shirt. He
undid the first one, his fingers caressing the exposed skin.
Kitty's eyes closed when he undid
the second button.
"...eyes closed, cheeks
flushed..."
The third button didn't stand a
chance against his nimble fingers.
"...your lovely breasts peeking just above the water..."
He parted the edges of her shirt until her breasts were exposed.
She gasped softly when his thumb
strayed over her nipple, making it hard. The rest of the buttons were
dispatched in the same seductive manner as the ones that went before.
"...your legs parted, and your
body soft and warm and wet." His hand made its way down her quivering
tummy and navel, until it slipped between her legs to touch her soft warmth
through her white cotton panties.
"Oh, Scott..." She moaned
his name helplessly as heat suffused her entire being.
Her headlong response to his touch
pleased Scott so much that he cupped the back of her head and pulled her down
for a heated kiss. His tongue sought entrance immediately, sweeping inside her
mouth. Kitty returned the kiss with equal fervor, her tongue tangling with his,
tasting him, silently begging him not to stop. But he had to because they had
to breathe. Panting, their lips separated as they stared into each other's
eyes. Love and lust passed through the air between them. Understanding dawned
on them as their minds, hearts and bodies agreed on a decision. It was time,
and they knew it.
"Kitty..."
"I know," she replied,
her voice low and shaky with passion.
As if by tacit agreement, they both
got up from their sitting positions. Kitty watched in awe as Scott rose from
the tub. Water sluiced down his magnificent body as the candlelight created
interesting shadows on his skin. She was familiar with his body but it was the
first time she saw him naked, and she was more than impressed. He was muscular
but not overly so. Her gaze went helplessly to his arousal, large and proud,
and wondered at his size and hers. He stepped out of the tub and onto the
rectangle mat on the floor. Suddenly he was looming over her. Her eyes darkened
and grew heavy with desire.
"Don't be afraid of me, Kitty.
It only means how much I want you," he explained quietly.
Without a word, she got a thick
white towel from the nearby rack and stepped closer to him. The smell of the
herbs clung to his skin and her heart thundered in her chest. She drew the
towel over his shoulder but stopped when she saw a drop of water hanging on to
his left nipple. Boldly, she leaned down and licked the moisture off.
The feel of her tongue almost
scalded him that his breath hissed.
She kissed the center of his chest
before resuming her task. Lovingly, she dragged the towel over his torso. It
was very intimate to be touching him like this. She let her hand glide down his
arms and chest without the towel between them. He was hard and yet so warm. She
explored his chest, tangling her fingers through his chest hair and running her
palm over his hard, masculine nipples. Without hesitation, she knelt down in
front of him so she could dry him from the waist down. Her gaze deliberately
missed the intimidating thrust of his cock. She only concentrated on rubbing
him down his delectable buttocks, muscular thighs and calves, and feet.
Scott watched her painfully. He was
so hard he could come any moment now. Kitty on her knees with her robe and
shirt parted to reveal the inner curves of her breasts, stomach, and thighs was
an exciting sight to behold. He wanted her so much he hurt. He threw back his
head and groaned in agony and pleasure when he felt her pass the towel between
his thighs and over his cock. Desire raged inside him. He had to have her now.
He lifted her under her arms and pulled her flush against his aroused body, the
towel falling forgotten from her hand. He pushed her clothes over her shoulders
until she was standing there just in her panties. His cock nestled against her
stomach and he groaned once again at the contact.
Kitty was lost in her own desire
for him. Her body hummed. Her breasts swelled. Wetness seeped between her
thighs. She pressed her pert breasts against his chest and buried her mouth in
his throat as she tried to give herself some sort of relief from the incredible
feelings running through her body.
His arms whipped around. He could
feel her trembling and trying to catch her breath. He wasn't as controlled of
his body as he was before. He wanted her so bad he was shaking.
"Kitty..." His hot breath
fanned the sensitive contours of her ear and she gasped. "We could still
stop if you want," Scott managed to rasp out. "I want you so much
that I'm afraid if we take one more step, there would be no going back."
She leaned back just enough that
she could look through his glasses. "I don't want to go back," she
whispered, her eyes mirroring what her heart was saying. "I want you,
Scott. I need you. I--" Her voice broke. "I love you."
"Oh, God, sweetheart,"
Scott moaned with so much feeling. His heart was bursting with so much love for
her. He kissed her forehead, nose, cheeks, chin, and the underside of her jaw
in a frenzy until he stopped by her ear and sucked her earlobe into his mouth.
"I love you, too, so much."
Kitty found his mouth with hers,
but it was Scott who took over the kiss. He thrust his tongue inside her mouth
deeply and completely. She whimpered at the fervor of his kiss. His mouth was
hot, hungry, and thorough as they shared each other's tastes. They had never kissed
this wildly nor as fiercely before. Not even when Scott had given her her first
orgasm using his fingers one late night in her room.
When the kiss ended, she found that
he had pressed her back against the bathroom door. Kitty moaned his name when
his hands cupped her aching breasts. She arched her back, letting him know she
wanted his mouth on her. Scott weighed her softness, loving the way she felt in
his hands. He played with her nipples, red and hard and wanting. He leaned down
and took one delectable tip in his mouth. His teeth grazed her and sucked hard
making her cry out in pleasure and pain. He kissed his way to her other breast,
his tongue swirling on her soft, creamy skin. He flicked at the underside of
her breast, teasing and moistening. He wetted her nipple and sucked on it.
He knelt before her as he moved
down the center of her body. His hands stroked her sides as he nuzzled her
stomach and tongued her navel. Kitty's hands gripped his shoulders as she felt
her knees weakening. He wrapped his arms around her hips and for a moment he
just held her, his face pressed against
her. His hands moved, going to either side of her hips to play with the
waistband of her panties. He leaned his face toward the juncture of her thighs
and inhaled her moist musky scent. Hot desire flared inside him.
He slipped her panties down her
beautiful legs and helped her step out of them. His hands touched the length of
legs, going up and down in sweeping motions. He lingered on the columns of her
thighs, even rubbing his cheek against them.
"Scott," Kitty started
when she felt him move her legs a bit farther apart.
He soothed her with a gentle kiss
on her inner thigh. "It's going to be good, Kitty. I promise." His
palm covered her moist femininity, his fingers playing with the hair between
her legs. He placed a teasing kiss on her mound and smiled with manly pride
when he heard her whimper and smelled her fresh wave of arousal. He parted her
nether lips, and though the lighting was poor, he could still make out the
glistening folds of her flesh, open and wet for him.
Kitty's heart was almost beating
her to death in excitement and anticipation. She knew what he wanted to do and
she desperately wanted it, too. She cried out, the sound loud in the bathroom,
when his mouth finally found her. His tongue was wicked. He knew the exact
spots that made her lurch and squirm with pleasure. He teased and laved the
length of her slit, learning her, savoring her taste. He could get addicted to
her sweetness. Kitty looked down and nearly expired with lust at the sight of
him between her legs, his mouth mating with her sex, with his tongue peeking
through her curls as he tasted her.
He captured the engorged bud of her
clit and sucked until she gripped his head with her hands and bucked her hips
against his mouth. His fingers found her entrance and pushed inside, feeling
her inner muscles greet them. Kitty was panting now, begging him to help her
find release. He obliged. His mouth and fingers worked on her, making her hips
dance as ecstasy was almost upon her. Finally, the incredible pressure broke
inside her and she exploded with a loud, wailing cry.
Scott didn't let her go at once. He
calmed her down with gentle kisses lovingly spread across her wet sex. He
licked her of the evidence of her release, wanting more of her taste on his
tongue. Above him, Kitty sobbed his name brokenly as she slowly came down from
her high. He stood up slowly and raised her legs to wrap them around his hips,
fitting their bodies together naturally. Kitty was thankful for the door at her
back or she would've slipped bonelessly down to the floor. Her climax had
zapped her of energy. Her arms went around his neck and she rested her forehead
against his.
"I wish I could see your eyes,
Scott, and see what you're feeling..."
He knew what she meant and he
wished for it, too. "Let my body show you instead, Kitty," he
murmured before he took her mouth in another fierce kiss. Her body came alive
again as love and desire poured from him and into her. She tasted herself on
his mouth and moaned at its carnality.
"Like your taste, don't
you?" Scott teased against her lips.
Kitty replied by kissing him more
deeply.
He pressed his hard cock against
her wet flesh, slicking himself up with her wetness. He instinctively searched
for her soft, moist opening, and slowly thrust home. Her startled cry and the
feel of her natural barrier brought him to his senses. This was her first time,
not just *their* first time. Maybe tomorrow he could take her standing up, but
not tonight. He stepped back from the door and searched for the towel with his
foot.
"Scott?" came Kitty's
confused voice. "I-It hurt a bit at first but I didn't want you to
stop."
He spread the towel as best he
could with his feet. "I know, sweetheart. I'll just make us more
comfortable."
With her legs still wrapped around
him, he went down on his knees and laid her back on the bathroom floor. The
towel cushioned her body from the hardness and coldness of the floor. He didn't
break the contact of their loins as he adjusted their position. He was lying
between her spread legs now, opening her up for his ultimate possession. He
thrust against her, making her moan in response.
"Look at me, Kitty," he
whispered raggedly above her. "Know that I love you everytime we join our
bodies like this." He took himself in his hand and pushed inside her,
breaking through her hymen.
She couldn't look away even through the sharp sting as he slipped
inside her. She felt herself expanding and stretching. She began to fret when
she felt how large he was, but she should've known that her body was made for
him, as was the rest of her. She found that she could accommodate him, and soon,
pleasure started licking her skin like tongues of fire.
"God, Kitty, you're so
tight." He moved gently inside her, mindful of how her body was still
adjusting to his. He closed his eyes in a grimace of pleasurable pain as her
inner muscles gripped him. "So tight, and soft, and so damn hot...!"
Scott gripped her hips tighter as
he started to thrust. Kitty cried out at the pleasure and she answered his
measured thrusts with her own. Her arms and legs were wrapped around him,
clinging to him as she let him take them both to paradise. He pulled her legs
high above his waist and drove deep inside her again and again.
"Oh, Scott...!"
"You're close, Kitty," he
panted against her neck. 'Come for me, sweetheart. I want to feel you
explode--"
Her loud, keening cry interrupted
him as she climaxed furiously. Her hips hammered back against his as her neck
arched in intense pleasure. His body answered the primal call of her body and
he followed her to ecstasy with a shout, spilling his seed inside her pulsating
warmth.
They laid there cradled in each
other's embrace in the aftermath, their hands slicking the sweat over their
skin, their bodies still joined. Gently, Scott reversed their position until
Kitty was lying contentedly on top of him. He slowly became aware of their
surroundings again. Candlelight flickered across the room as the scent of
vanilla, herbs and their lovemaking hovered over them. He couldn't picture a
more romantic and meaningful first time for them. He had no words for what he
had just experienced with Kitty. It was a soul-moving experience--intensely
physical, profoundly emotional and definitely spiritual. He drew her closer to
embrace her and kissed her sweat-matted hair.
"Scott?" she asked
sleepily.
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"I swear it was chamomile tea
I put in your mug, not an aphrodisiac."
Scott laughed low in his throat.
"I believe you, sweetheart. You're all the aphrodisiac I need." He
caressed the line of her back soothingly. "I love you."
He thought she had gone to sleep
but a minute later, she returned the words on a sleepy sigh.
Tomorrow was going to be a glorious
day. He had decided to ask her to marry him. Though tonight's lovemaking had
been unplanned, marrying her was not. He had bought a diamond solitaire ring
about a month ago and he was just waiting for the right moment to propose. He
smiled contentedly as he savored the moment with his woman, romantic and serene
in their own candlelit enclosure.