Chapter Two

Kurt sat on the window seat, watching as the rain trailed down the glass panes. He felt a tad bit guilty for teleporting away and leaving Ororo to deal with Scott and Logan's jests. He knew that it was friendly joking and no real harm was meant by it, but it hurt more than anyone could imagine. Because it made him realize that a normal life was something he would never have. He would never be married. He would never have the pleasure of cooking with his wife. He would never have children of his own.

He liked Ororo. That was undeniable. At first he had tried to convince himself that it was just a friendly sort of like. Perhaps the protective love of a brother. But he soon realized that rationalization was simply a lie. She was amazing. Even without her power to manipulate the weather, he wouldn't be surprised if she would have still been worshipped as a goddess. She was beautiful. Kind. Generous. Loving.

Kurt sighed and pressed his forehead against the cold window pane. She was also unattainable. She was nice to him, but he told himself she was just being polite. And when he caught himself believing she might really be flirting back, he made excuses for that. She may flirt and enjoy his company but she would never want to be in a…physical…relationship.

Kurt scowled at his reflection. He usually carried himself with amazing self-assurance. He behaved in a manner which revealed that he wasn't hindered by self-consciousness over his physical appearance. But in regards to a woman loving him…he knew that his looks were unforgivable. If he had simply been a teleporter, it would have been different. But he had to be a blue teleporter. With yellow eyes. And a tail for Heaven's sake!

The aforementioned tail was now swishing back and forth in an anxious manner. Much like a feline, his tail reflected his mood. And right now Kurt was a bundle of nervous energy consumed by nagging doubts.

The door to the library creaked open and Kurt turned to find the object of his affection smiling at him. For the briefest of moments, his heart stopped in his chest. Her smile had that affect on him. It was jolted back into action as she walked over to him.

"You left before you could get this," stated Ororo, holding out a sticky cinnamon roll.

"Thank you," he murmured, hesitantly reaching up and taking it from her. He felt another electric jolt run through his body as their fingers momentarily touched. He quickly pulled away.

Ororo regarded him for a moment, tilting her head to the side. "Are you okay?" she asked softly.

"Ja. Why do you ask?" he inquired as he took a large bite from the roll.

She pointed down. He glanced over his shoulder and realized she was gesturing to his tail. He felt his cheeks warm. Why did she have to point out his tail?

"That," she stated. "It always twitches when you're upset."

She watched it swish back and forth through the air for a moment before reaching out and grabbing his tail. Kurt's eyes widened. Ororo held his tail up to his face.

"Are you nervous?" she inquired.

"No," stammered the blue elf.

Much to his horror, she didn't drop the offending tail. Instead she leaned forward and studied the appendage.

"Er…what are you doing?" he asked, his voice cracking slightly.

"You're tail…it's neat," she replied as she flipped it back and forth. She looked up into his eyes. "I'm sorry. Does this bother you?"

"No. It's just…most people find it to be a bit…frightening."

Ororo grinned. "I'm not most people."

"No, you aren't," breathed Kurt softly. He quickly looked away and began to tap his three fingers against his leg.

Ororo slipped onto the window seat next to him. She lay the tail down on her lap. Leaning against the window, she gazed out at the rainy landscape below. Without thinking, she idly ran her hand over the spade-shaped tip of Kurt's tail.

"Um…Fraulein Storm?"

"Hm?" asked Ororo.

"Well…." stammered Kurt. "Perhaps you should not be doing that."

Ororo blinked, unsure what he meant. He gestured to his tail that was on her lap.

"My tail... is…I believe the word is…sensitive?" Kurt felt his cheeks burning. He hoped this was the most tactful way of letting her know the effect that her attentions were having on him.

"Oh!" replied Ororo, suddenly feeling stupid. "I'm very sorry!"

"It is okay," replied Kurt, his lips quirking into a nervous smile. His tail wrapped around her wrist and squeezed reassuringly. "I am not offended."

An awkward silence fell between them. Kurt attempted to take interest in the storm outside, but his mind was focused on a different "storm" all together. He kept glancing her way, watching her profile. He noticed the dark circles under her eyes and he felt his heart break a little. He knew that it had been hard on everyone when Jean had died. Ororo, Scott, and Logan had not had time to properly mourn, being too busy trying to be strong for the children facing the death of a teacher. Most nights he could hear Ororo pacing up and down the halls. Every time he had wanted to go out, to wrap his arms around her, and hold her until her world steadied. But he had stayed in bed, rolling over and pretending to not hear her wandering. He wouldn't allow himself to believe that she wanted his comfort. Who would want to be comforted by a blue-skinned demon?

Kurt was brought back to reality by the sound of rustling fabric. Ororo had shifted so that she was closer to him. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and smiled shyly. He looked away, not daring to hope that her actions meant more than just a friendly gesture.

'Stay calm,' he repeated over and over in his head.

Ororo reached up and rested her hand on Kurt's shoulder. The mutant jumped slightly and instinctively pulled away. She let her hand drop and turned away. He was so painfully shy. He was like a wounded animal; she had to be careful not to frighten him away.

"Kurt," she whispered. "You don't have to be afraid of me."

The man ducked his head. "Yes. Yes, I do."

"Why?" asked Ororo. She reached up and traced the point of his elf-like ear. Like his tail, his ears fascinated her. He was like something out of a fairy tale.

Kurt shuddered at her touch. With a shaky voice, he answered her. "Fear can protect. If you do not trust in the first place then you cannot be let down, ja?"

"You think I'll hurt you?"

Kurt turned sad, ochre colored eyes to her. "Yes. I do."

"How?" demanded Ororo. "I wouldn't hurt you. Don't you realize how special you are to me?"

Kurt vehemently shook his head. If he listened to her, if he began to believe that there might be more to her words, then he would fall. He would fall for her. He couldn't let that happen. He couldn't risk opening himself up to inevitable pain.

Ororo grasped his shoulder. "Yes, Kurt. You are special to me. Why can't you believe that?"


"Because why?" insisted the weather witch.

Kurt let out a weary sigh. "Because it gives me too much hope."

"'Hope'?" asked Ororo. She frowned, not understanding what he meant.

"Hope that perhaps…" Kurt paused. A part of him urged him to go on, to tell her how he felt. The other part screamed that he couldn't trust her. That if he told her now, she would run away. That she would be repulsed by his affection.

"What, Kurt?"

The elf-mutant let out a heavy sigh. "Hope that maybe you feel for me the way I feel for you, ja?"

Ororo felt her chest tighten. He couldn't possibly be saying what she thought he was. She wanted more than anything for him to care for her so intimately. "And how do you feel for me?" she whispered.

He turned to her, tears in the corners of his bright yellow eyes. Kurt reached up and stroked Ororo's cheek with his three-fingered hands. "Silly, girl," he chided. "Do you really not see the obvious?"

She smiled and placed her hand over his. "I'm afraid I might be wrong."

"No. No, you are not wrong."

Kurt held his breath, waiting for her to pull away, disgusted. Instead, she moved forward slightly. A small smile tugged at her lips.

"Kurt. You do realize that I feel the same way?"

Long-lashed eyes blinked. "What?"

Ororo grinned. "You heard me. You're just as oblivious as I am."

Kurt opened his mouth, but no words came out. All he could do was stare into Ororo's deep azure eyes. He had to be dreaming. A woman as beautiful as Storm could never love him. She must be misunderstanding him.

"Ororo, you do not realize what you are saying," he protested.

She raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I don't?"

He shook his head. "You are not understanding me…"

He was cut off as she leaned in and pressed her lips against his own. Kurt gasped in surprise, but didn't move. He was too shocked to react. Ororo pulled away and looked shyly up at him.

"Now do you believe me?" she whispered.

"Ja. I do," murmured the German, swallowing hard.

For a moment Ororo's stomach knotted. The look of shock on Kurt's face caused her to doubt. Maybe she had assumed too much. What if she was mistaken? Maybe he had meant something else. But then a small smile spread across his full lips and Ororo felt herself relax. He leaned forward, their foreheads touching.

"You are a pleasant kisser, ja," he said with a grin on his face.

"And just think…that's only the beginning," teased Ororo.

She tilted her mouth up as he moved to bring his lips to her own. He kissed her softly, his hand pressed against the back of her neck. Ororo giggled against his mouth as she felt his tail wrap around her waist. They pulled away and smiled at one another.

"You're a nice kisser as well," whispered Ororo.

"Thank you," purred Kurt, kissing her again.

Ororo wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself against his athletic frame. Kurt held her tightly as he kissed her over and over. They were so involved in each other that they didn't hear the door to the library open.


Kurt and Ororo leapt apart and turned to the stocky figure in the doorway. Logan grinned at the pair and waved his hand in the air.

"Don't let me stop you," he stated with a grin. "Just wanted to let you know that the Charley needs to talk to 'Ro whenever you two are through."

Logan turned and strode off. Ororo whimpered and buried her face in the crook of Kurt's neck.

"That was embarrassing," she muttered.

"I feel that we will hear about this for quite some time, ja?" chuckled Kurt.

"Knowing Logan, yes," growled Ororo. Reluctantly, she stood up. Kurt's tail untwined itself from around her middle. "I had better go see what the Professor wants."

"Okay." Kurt paused for a moment. "Would you like to join me for dinner, ja?"

Ororo grinned down at him. "I would love to."

She leaned down and quickly brushed her lips against his. Then she turned and hurried off to find Xavier. Kurt smiled as he watched her leave. Even though his heart was thundering in his chest, he had never felt more at peace in his life. He couldn't wait for the next time he got to see his beautiful Storm. The future was more promising now…with her at his side.

The End

(... I think)