Kurt watched as Scott quietly left the room. He felt a twinge of jealousy at the thought that Ororo had confided in someone other than him. Scott shut the door behind him, and Kurt turned back towards the white-haired weather witch. She smiled weakly at him.
"I made this for you," ventured the German, offering her the sundae.
A genuine smile broke out on Ororo's face. She accepted the bowl of ice cream. "Thank you, Kurt."
He stood perfectly still for a moment, his head cocked to one side as he watched her nibble on the fudge-drenched sundae. He fidgeted slightly, anxious to please the beautiful woman before him. He lived to see her smile, to hear her laughter. He knew he still had to officially apologize to her, but he hoped this was an appropriate start.
Ororo glanced up at the paralyzed mutant. "Would you like to sit down?" she offered, patting the mattress beside her.
"Danke," murmured Kurt, as he nervously moved to sit by her side. He stared down at his odd-shaped hands.
Ororo watched Kurt's prehensile tail as it flopped back and forth across the bed. He noticed that she was staring and made a conscience effort to still the offending appendage. Ororo giggled softly. Kurt grinned roguishly and batted the back of her head with the spade-shaped tip.
"Kurt!" chided Ororo, slapping at the tail.
"I am sorry, fraulein, but I cannot stop it," teased the German as he continued to assault her.
Ororo laughed, but her happiness was short lived. The angry words that had passed between them flooded her mind, wiping the smile from her face. Kurt quickly sensed the change, his tail going limp. He turned away from her.
"I am very sorry, Ororo," he whispered softly, taking great care in pronouncing her exotic name. He dared to glance at her, hope shining in his eyes.
"I'm the one who should be apologizing, Kurt," replied the weather witch. She set the bowl of ice cream aside with shaking hands. Her throat felt tight and she wondered if she was going to cry yet again.
"Nein," interrupted the blue mutant, shaking his head fiercely. He reached up and gently stroked her cheek. "You were hurt and needed someone to listen to you. I failed you."
"No, Kurt. You could never fail me," replied Ororo as she threw her arms around his neck.
Kurt froze, unsure of what to do. He hesitantly reached up and stroked her back, hoping that it was the best course of action. He felt lost, as if all of his actions were somehow inadequate. He wasn't sure how to comfort Ororo, but he was going to try his best.
"I'm sorry," murmured Ororo as she buried her face in the front of his shirt. "I'm so very sorry."
"Hush, fraulein," replied Kurt, his tail wrapping loosely around her waist as he held her tighter.
She whimpered and cuddled closer in response. Resting her head on his shoulder, she reached up and began to trace one of the tattoos that marked the side of his neck.
"How could you stand the pain?" she whispered as her fingertips ran across his blue-tinted skin.
"It was easy because I knew I deserved it," answered Kurt, his yellow eyes empty. He glanced down at the woman in his arms and smiled weakly.
Ororo's chest tightened; a wave of sadness rushed over her when she realized that Kurt believed that he honestly deserved every single mark on his body. She suddenly felt silly for thinking that she was the only one that truly suffered. She thought of Scott losing Jean, the experiments performed on Logan, Kurt's tattoos…she was far from alone.
"You don't deserve it, Kurt," she murmured. She leaned forward and lightly kissed the spot that she had been tracing.
A shiver ran up his spine at the soft sensation of Ororo's warm lips against his flesh. Kurt took in a deep breath to steady himself. Some sins he would always have to deal with no matter how many times he cut designs into his skin.
Ororo felt her cheeks warm when she realized what exactly she had done. She pulled away, feeling foolish. "I'm sorry. I…I shouldn't have," she muttered.
"Ororo, it is fine," replied Kurt, reaching out and gently touching her arm. "Stop punishing yourself."
"Why don't you?" she answered, her eyes traveling over the scars on his body before meeting his glowing yellow eyes.
"It is different," he replied, his voice tense.
Ororo opened her mouth to retort, but then realized that they would just be reliving the events of earlier that night. Best not to have two fights in one night if you could possibly help it.
Instead, she leaned forward and gently kissed his lips. Her heart began to race when he returned her kiss. She moved closer, tangling her fingers in his wiry blue-black hair. She was pleasantly surprised when he responded by wrapping his arms around her slender waist.
Kurt began to loose himself in her kiss. He savored the sweet taste of her lips. His heart pounded in his chest as he pulled her tighter against his body. She whimpered throatily as she pressed herself against him.
There was a jolt and Kurt jumped as if he had been shocked. He pulled away in surprise and stared down at Ororo. She looked up at him bashfully.
"Static electricity," she muttered, clearing her throat. "I kind of naturally gather it."
The blue mutant bit his lower lip to try to restrain his laughter, but it was in vain. He began to chortle, then to laugh out loud. Ororo fixed him with an intense glare, but Kurt couldn't help himself.
Ororo poked him with her index finger, giving him another small jolt. He yelped softly and then began to laugh even harder.
"Har har har," muttered the weather witch, but she was grinning as well.
"Oh, fraulien," stated Kurt, his eyes shining. "I adore you."
"You should," she replied tartly, crossing her arms over her chest and pretending to pout.
Kurt leaned over and kissed her cheek playfully, causing her to squirm and giggle. He reached up and ran his odd-shaped fingers through her shock-white hair. Ororo smiled up at him and moved closer.
"I'm sorry that we fought," she stated softly.
Kurt shrugged. "Everyone fights from time to time, even best friends," he replied.
"Is that what we are?" Ororo asked curiously. "Best friends?"
"Ja," answered Kurt. He tilted his head to the side in thought. "There is a phrase that Logan used. 'Friends with benefits,' ja?"
"Ugh! Logan!" hissed the weather witch, shaking her head.
Kurt blinked wide, innocent eyes. "That is not right?"
"No," replied Ororo sternly. "'Friends with benefits' are friends that sleep together."
"Oh!" responded the teleporter.
Ororo could feel the heat rising from his cheeks. She smiled reassuringly at him. "Never take what Logan says at face value," she replied, patting his hand.
"I think I have learned that lesson," muttered Kurt.
The weather goddess laughed. She leaned forward and kissed him teasingly on the tip of his nose. "Thank you for being my friend."
"You are most welcome," he replied. He stood gracefully and bowed to her. "Now, I must bid you good night."
"Good night, Kurt," she whispered, wishing that he didn't have to leave.
He reached down and took her hand, lightly kissing the back of it. "Good night, fraulien. Sweet dreams."
With a puff of blue-black smoke, he was gone. Ororo coughed slightly as the sulfur-scented vapor dissipated. A small smile tugged at her lips and it took all the willpower she had not to fall backward and giggle like a schoolgirl. She wasn't sure how things would be now that they had kissed. But as long as Kurt was by her side, Ororo was sure that everything would be okay.