Kurt was still dead to the world when Ororo emerged from the shower dressed in an oversized T-shirt and sweat pants. She checked his wound, and found that though it was still a bit red, the infection had noticeably gone down. After tucking the blankets back around his still form, she curled up into the chair that had been her post for the past several nights. Feeling a bit drowsy, she opened up a novel she had found stashed away in one of the dresser drawers in an attempt to stay awake. Sleep was something she had avoided as of late, opting to stay by Kurt's side; in fear he might have another relapse.
Soon the words on the page of the book (which turned out to be one of those trashy romance novels) were blurred gibberish, as her eyelids drooped and her body tried to impose slumber upon her. She let out a sigh and let the book drop to her lap.
Maybe a small nap won't hurt.. she thought to herself, as she closed her eyes and willingly surrendered to sweet blissful oblivion.
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Someone gently nudged her in the shoulder. She batted the hand away and let out a disgruntled noise. "Go 'way. Sleepin…"
"Ororo, open your eyes.."
"Huh, whazat?" she mumbled, in a muzzy state of semi-consciousness. She forced one eye open, to see golden orbs peering at her with concern. Kurt perched on the edge of the bed, looking bright and alert.
"You should sleep in the bed. You can not possibly be comfortable like that."
"Bed?" she asked, blinking at him looking confused. Kurt let out a soft sigh and gathered her into his arms and placed her on the bed. Ororo was dimly aware that sheets smelled clean and fresh. He must have changed them while she was asleep.. She snuggled into the bedding as Kurt pulled a blanket over her.
"I'm going to take a shower, then watch TV for a while," he said softly, making sure she was tucked in and comfortable. "Call me if you need me."
"M'kay.." she mumbled into the pillow, not really aware of anything other than sleep in the comfort of a real bed for the first time in what seemed like an eternity.
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When Ororo woke again, she stiffened slightly as she slowly became aware of a warm form spooned against her back, and fingers tracing lazy circles across her stomach. At some point during her slumber, her shirt had ridden up, leaving her midriff bare. She also noticed a spade tipped length wrapped tightly around her waist.
"Kurt.." she whispered, as the hand made it's made slowly up her stomach, towards her chest. It seemed that this was going to be a repeat of the night he had left.. She firmly grasped his hand and pulled it away before it reached her breast.
"Kurt, please wake up. You're aslee-" She began, but he quickly pulled his arm away from her hold and pulled her tighter against his body. She felt his lips brush lightly across her ear.
"Who said I was asleep?" he said in a low tone, as he pressed light kisses against the side of her neck. Ororo let out a small gasp as she felt his erection press against the small of her back, and his hand slide back under her shirt. She was half tempted to let him continue, but she knew that they had to talk about what happened that night he left, and what he had done to himself.
"Are you sure?" she asked softly. "I don't want you running off like last time."
It was a low blow, but it had to be done. He pulled away from her, and Ororo momentarily mourned the loss of his touch. She turned to face him, and saw that he was sitting up, with his knees drawn up to his chest and his chin propped up on his crossed arms. His tail twitched with agitation as he looked at her thoughtfully.
"I… I'm sorry about that," he said softly. "I didn't know what to do.."
"You could of stayed. We could have talked it out."
"I was angry at myself," he stated, unable to meet her eyes. "At what I did to you."
"Kurt," she sat up, then reached out and brought his chin up so that his golden eyes met hers. "What happened… It was a mutual thing. You didn't do anything to me that I didn't want."
He pulled her hand away from his chin and placed it, palm up, in his own. For a moment it seemed as if he was studying it, making note of the differences between her hand and his. The silence grew as he lightly traced his finger along the lines of her palm, then finally he spoke.
"I had good intentions when I put you to bed earlier, really I did... I was planning on watching television in the other room and sleeping on the sofa bed. But.." he paused, casting his eyes downwards once more. Ororo pressed her free hand against his cheek and he leaned into it with a soft sigh. She waited for him to gather his thoughts and continue. "I think.. I think I'm addicted to you. Every time I'm near you, all I want to do is hold you, touch you.." his voice dropped into a husky whisper. "I was just going to lay next to you for a while, but I couldn't help myself."
"If I had let you keep going, would you have run off and hurt yourself?" Ororo traced the ridge of tattoos along his cheek, then dropped her hand to his bandaged thigh. "What would stop you from doing this again? I was so afraid…"
"Liebchen…" he leaned forward and pressed his forehead against hers, "I did not mean to frighten you.. I've had time to think about things… One might say I've had an epiphany... "
Ororo pulled back and graced him with an elegantly raised eyebrow. "An epiphany?"
Kurt gave her a small smile, "From public access TV no less.." She just blinked at him, and he let out a soft chuckle. "Seriously.. There was this man.. He was reading from several old books.. One specifically caught my attention… Horace's Epistles.. Inter spem curamque, timores inter et iras omnen crede diem tibi diluxisse supremem: grata superveniet quae non sperabitur hora."
"Um.. I'm a bit rusty on my Latin. Care to translate?"
"Amid the hope and worry, fear and anger, believe that each day which breaks is your last: the unhoped for hour will be a welcome surprise." He leaned back against the headboard. "It made me think about the life I'm living right now and about what happened with Striker.." An involuntary shudder ran through his lean frame, and Ororo recalled how Kurt had whimpered that man's name during his fever-induced nightmares. She wondered what exactly Striker had done to him before sending Kurt off to assassinate the President, and was immensely glad that Logan had left that monster to die at Alkali Lake. "Anyways," Kurt continued, "I realized that I care for you very much.. and I shouldn't let my fears or doubts stop me from showing you…"
Ororo cupped his cheek in her hand. "Kurt.. I-"
He interrupted her, by grabbing her other hand and pressing a kiss against the palm. "Will you let me show you?" he asked in a low tone, his golden eyes intensely peering at her. She leaned closer to him and kissed him softly.
"Show me, Kurt…" she whispered against his lips.
AN: Here's the next chapter, sorry it took so damn long :P Life has continued to get in the way of my writing (school is killin my brain!!!!) BTW, this is not the end of the story.. I think I got one chapter left for this.. I mean what about Logan and his missing bottles of Jack Daniels? =^_^= Anywhoo. If you're looking for the lemon, go to my adultfanfic.net site. I am not risking loosing all my wonderful reviews by having someone get offended and getting ff,net to erase this story. Again, thank you for still sticking with me. Please R and R. It makes me verra happy!