Who: Storm, Nightcrawler When: Saturday, October 18th, 2008 Where: Xavier's; Kurt's room What: late night kanoodling Status: complete Rating:PG-13 For kanoodling and implied conception.
Mostly? She missed the sun. It had been weeks now since Ororo had been outside during daylight hours, and would be longer still until she did so again. The other changes were things she could handle. She knew her own body, and she knew how to control herself. It was the details that were out of her control that were causing her a bit of madness. Above yearning for sunshine, she wanted Logan to be himself around her again. He had been acting like a cat during a tornado around her since she had woken up. It was nearing midnight and she had tossed and turned her way into a restless daze. The ceiling held no comfort or answers, but merely stared back at her. Logan was in his room. They still didn't sleep together. She sighed. Storm's legs swept down to the floor and she stood quickly and headed for the door to the hallway, bare feet and all. On her way out, she grabbed her sheer robe and slipped it on after closing her door behind her. She found herself moving at a speedy pace for Nightcrawler's door. Kurt was awake sometimes this late. Maybe they could talk...
She felt a twitch in her belly and it surged through her chest and limbs. She was hungry. Maybe that's why she hadn't been able to sleep? When she reached Kurt's door, she raised her hand to knock, but it fell on the handle instead and she slipped in, silently. The bed was partially exposed to the moonlight that was shining in through the window and she could see the elf's form under the bedclothes. "Kurt?" she called, softly. Her voice sounded strange. She hadn't spoken in hours, though. She moved forward still, and when she reached the bedside, the weather witch sat, facing the foot of the bed, then laid back and curled up next to the blue man, spooning against him atop the covers. She hugged her arms to her torso and breathed slowly. Even if he didn't awaken, maybe she would be able to relax enough to fall asleep.
Kurt’s dreams had been rather disturbing as of late, but his current one was decidedly more pleasant. He was dreaming of Ororo, again. Not always romantic per se, just being near her in those dreams made him happy and at ease with himself and the world. It was the same when he was awake. The woman had a presence to her (that had nothing to do with her latest predicament), but everyone knew that, didn’t they? Everyone was fond of the snowy haired woman. He must have been in that half-asleep, half-awake stage… he could have sworn he felt a body next to him. A body that smelled like the weather goddess. Kurt shifted so he could wrap his arms around Storm. Storm?… his eyes snapped open. There she was. He hadn’t dreamt it.
His eyes glowed in the darkness as he watched her. "Ororo?" he questioned softly, "Is everyzhing all right?" He had already noted the fact that she was in his bed. How could he not? His arms were still around her. She looked as if she needed comfort, and he wasn't going to make her leave. Storm was having a rough time and he knew Logan hadn't been very accepting of her new situation even though the poor woman couldn't do anything about it. He hoped the other man hadn't said anything to upset her.
"It's better now," Storm replied, sincerely, but with very little of a smile behind her voice. She watched his bright eyes in the dim light until she finally had to force herself to blink. His arms felt like all of those things you needed that came at just the right moments; someone waving a striped scarf from the door after you've already dived into the snow, a tray of hot soup and crackers when you have the sniffles and are too bundled up to move, a chocolate chip cookie even though your A+ ended up being a B-. "I'm okay." There was no sense in making him worry. Nothing was wrong, in particular. "I guess it's okay that I'm here?" she smirked slightly and it went straight to her blue eyes, which were still staring contentedly back across at Nightcrawler. She adjusted so that she was holding him as well, then shifted down on the bed so her head was tucked under his chin. "It felt so cold in my room." And lonely.
Kurt smirked a little at her cold room comment. The 'vampires' of the mansion's body temperatures were below that of those without the Upir Virus. But he wasn't going to complain. "Of course it's okay." He snuggled in closer to her, resting his chin against the top of her head. Mein Gott, why did I let her slip away? He asked himself that every time he saw her... or thought about her. He'd kept his eyes locked with hers. She almost looked even more beautiful in her current state if that was possible. How did Logan stand it? He loosened his hold a bit, bringing his left hand back to his side, but his hand brushed against her breast accidentally (or was it?) as he did so. He didn't think much of it, but after a second he realized what he'd done he said in a whisper. "Forgive me." But was he truly sorry? No. No he wasn't.
Kurt's reception made her feel good inside - and out. She hadn't felt like that in days or weeks. He was always so good to her (and she to him). She couldn't remember ever having a negative thought toward Kurt. He held that perfect balance of gentlemanly grace and cunning mischief that kept her on her toes and endeared him to her. Ororo felt the urge to press closer again when Kurt moved back, but he brushed her chest and she almost flinched at the touch. Her skin went warm and she shifted back, as well. She watched his eyes, her own growing a bit milky. The air in the room went a bit warm and she worked against her body to steady her breathing. The skin over her chest broke out in goose bumps and she felt her nipples go hard. "I don't mind." In fact, she wanted more. Her hand slipped down and her fingers interlocked with his three, and she squeezed lightly. Below their hands, her legs moved closer to his and she gave everything she had from keeping her hips from bucking. She whimpered.
He felt Storm's body tense as reacted to his touch and his gaze met hers. Kurt knew he'd started something with Ororo, but he wasn't sure how to react. When she squeezed his hand, part of him wanted to squeeze back (which he did) and not let go. The other part (when she moved her legs closer) wanted to pry her legs apart and well... ravish her. No. He couldn't think like that. She was with Logan. Logan was his friend. He couldn't do that to him. A hot flush ran through his body as he became aroused. Oh dear. It was so hard having her so close and having to keep her at a distance. Her whimper made him release a sigh and he moved his legs together to try and keep his excited state away from Ororo's legs. He let out a chuckle. "Are you all warmed up now?"
Warm wasn't quite the accurate term. What had come over her? Sure, Kurt meant worlds to her, and he turned her on, but she was usually in control of herself. She felt like she was throwing herself at him. This wouldn't do. She respected him too much to put him in a position like this. The room grew a bit warmer still. Perhaps she was subconsciously trying to smoke him out from under his blankets. Storm's eyes lowered to where their hands were still clasped. His eyes gave her the response she had guessed her forwardness might earn. The sigh and the laugh didn't help matters. Or did, rather. She wasn't sure what she wanted. Yes, she was. "I'm getting there," her hips moved forward simultaneously with her shoulders, and her whole body was scooted closer to Kurt until their mouths connected. She closed her eyes. Her lips had been parted, so she hadn't realized that her canines were elongated until the collision. It didn't matter, Nightcrawler felt so good and he smelled incredible. Her arm bent so their clasped hands were brought up between them, and she held Kurt's hand in hers, cradled against her chest. She just wanted to be close to him.
When he felt Ororo move forward, Kurt's lips parted slightly as he opened his mouth to speak, but instead ended up with his mouth pressed against hers. It was bliss. He broke the kiss and fought to control the urges his body was feeling at being in the current position. Kurt wanted so badly to kiss her again, but instead brought his free hand to caress her cheek. "I vould never hurt you." 'But you might hurt me' was the unspoken thought. Was he just a temporary relief until Wolverine came to his senses (ha)? No. Ororo would never do something like that. She had a good heart and didn't deserve to be treated the way she was being treated. She deserved to be treated with kindness, love, and respect. In the back of his mind he wondered if her behavior was being caused by the virus she'd contracted. Beast had informed everyone of the symptoms. An over-active sex drive being one. He moved his head so their lips were pressed together once more. Kurt would give her what she wanted. After all, he wanted it too. Storm was always the one who took care of everyone. It was high-time someone took care of her. Kurt would do whatever she wanted to make her happy.
She loved Kurt. When he touched her face and spoke, she knew. Despite being a bit put off by his (lack of) speed, she felt real emotions running through her. Love was one of them. She'd come to him as though his arms meant home. She needed that now; an emotional home. Her mind and soul were tired of giving and not receiving (at least in the manner she felt she needed). When their lips touched, Storm's eyes shut once more and her hands squeezed around his more tightly. Her hips were moving against him of their own accord, and she could've cared less about them. Her body was trying to say what her heart (and to some extent, her illness) wanted to get across. But she wouldn't push Kurt. "I want to touch you," she said, hardly pulling out of the kiss. She wanted to be nearer to him than their clothes and his blankets allowed. Her dark fingers pulled from his and she pulled his bedclothes down and off of him, moving to sit up slightly. His chest was bare. Even in the dim light, she marveled at the sight of him. He was breathtaking; from the first time she'd laid eyes on his body and skin. She frowned heavily, looking down upon him now. She had made a terrible mistake in parting ways with the teleporter. "Kurt," her voice sounded soft, and a bit pleading. Her body moved in such a way that might've been reminiscent of a dog with its tail between its legs as she shifted so her legs were on either side of him, no longer the sexed aggressor. When she settled, she was bowing down atop him, her arms resting on either side of his ribs and her face laying against his chest. Her breath was slow, and she listened to his heart in the quiet. For once, she felt her mind was overpowering her disease... she was fighting back instead of along side it. Kurt was the reason. "I miss you."
"Zhen touch me." he whispered in response. He wanted her. He wasn't going to deny it. But along with her body, he also wanted her heart. She had his. She had had it for a long while. When Ororo pushed down the bedspread he looked at her body the way she was looking at his. She was beautiful in every way. The 'vampirism' only added to it. He brought his eye back to hers when she spoke his name. Ororo sounded just as miserable as he had felt when he'd lost her. Did she really miss him that badly? When she straddled him and rested her head on his chest he brought his hands up to rest on her back, holding her to him. What she said next made his heart ache. He wasn’t sure whether it was because of relief or pity. "I miss you too," he said quietly before he placed a kiss on her snowy hair. "I vas hoping you'd come back to me."
When Kurt spoke so softly and in such a sensual nature (Zhen touch me.), Ororo's mind whirred back toward the more sexual side of their encounter. His voice nearly always drove her mad when he whispered. It was like some magical quality he possessed, some weapon given to him by nature to disarm her and make her want him. But deep down, she knew it was his heart she wanted. Kurt could have been mute to her for the rest of their years and she would still want him with her. Storm's act of submission atop the teleporter was responded to with such sincerity and emotion that she felt she was going to split in two - half of her wanting nothing more than to embrace him in attempts to merge their spirits... the other half wanting to do horrendously graphic things to him (both sexual in nature and not). When the verdict came in, both sides agreed they simply wanted to please Kurt and make him happy, and that nothing would make her more agreeable than being near him until just before the sun peeked into his room. "I wasn't sure you would have me." She had behaved so selfishly where the men in her life were concerned in the past months. "I have never loved anyone this..." Purely... deeply... honestly? "much."
Kurt could tell that there was a myriad of emotions going through Storm's head (and body) as she sat atop him. He was going through an emotional roller coaster himself. When she spoke, he moved his hands to her hips (as she was now sitting up) and looked up into her eyes. "You're zhe only woman I've ever felt zhis way about." he smiled, "I'd never dream of sending you away." It was true. He was so pleased that Ororo felt the same way about him. The tips of his fingers began rubbing along the line of her hips lightly, then he shifted, sliding Ororo forward so she remained sitting on him as he himself moved to sit up. When he got there, he wrapped his arms around Storm once more, savoring the feel (and smell) of her. "I love you." he whispered into her hair. He knew he was repeating himself, but he couldn’t help it. His hands moved out of the hug and slid under the collar of her robe, pushing the fabric off of her shoulders, as his tail snaked behind her to lightly trail over her bottom. He gave Ororo a mischievous smile, then moved his head to kiss her again. His hands moved from her shoulders down to her hips once more, where his right hand shifted to the waistband of her panties, one finger sliding underneath. After a moment he couldn't stand it any longer. He didn't want to go slow, but he didn't want to spoil anything for Ororo, either. "Tell me what you vant me to do." he whispered. He could make her moan in pleasure, scream in ecstasy, beg (though he knew that she was basically doing that already)... whatever she desired.