Angel or Devil (X-Men; Kuroro; PG/K+; #81: Halo)
Working Title: Angel or Devil
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: X-Men
Character/Pairing: Kuroro (Nightcrawler/Storm)
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge: #81: Halo
Warning(s): MILD SPOILERS FOR RECENT ISSUES!
Word Count: 445
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Marvel comics and Disney, not the author, and are used without permission.
"I dreamed of you many nights." The wind is gentle, lilting as it tilts with the accent she still has after all these years they've been together in America. It's funny now to think of it as the Land of the Free and Opportunity, but Kurt still remembers the hope he used to feel when he thought of coming to the States where maybe, just maybe, he might find some people outside of the circus who didn't instantly hate him because of his appearance. He's found those people, and lost many of them too, but just gazing at her as she lays, sprawled and yet somehow still graceful and delicate, across the roof of their home makes him feel like that hopeful teenager once more.
"Did vou?" he asks, the tip of his tail twitching slightly. He leans closer. "Vhat vas I like in those dreams, Ororo?" Her blue eyes become distant as she remembers. "Vas I as handsome then as I am now?" he teases.
She smiles. "Always," she assures him, one hand reaching out and stroking his furry, blue cheek without fear or hesitation. "You were happy, too. I could tell you were at peace at last."
He doesn't scoff. He's glad she thought of him that way, even though it had been far from the truth. Heaven had been peaceful, but he had not been at peace. He had not allowed himself to be so, always feeling that his friends needed him.
"I dreamed of you whenever there was a question over which I was mulling. You always had the answers, and there was always a soft, golden light around you. You also always had a halo."
"A halo? Vhat about vings?"
Her gaze focuses once more on his. "I saw no wings," she admits, "but then, perhaps, they would have clashed too greatly."
"Vith mein horns?"
"No. With your fangs which I love to feel on my neck," she says, arching her body so that the moonlight plays on his favorite spot on her neck to suckle, "and on your tail which . . . " She leans closer. Her lips brush the fur on his ear as the suggestion she whispers makes his blue fur turn a darker shade.
"Mein Gott, leibchen!" he gasps, smiling. "One vould zink you vanted a Devil over an Angel."
She cups his face in her hands and brushes his fur with her fingertips. "I want you, Kurt Wagner," she tells him, gazing deeply into his yellow orbs. "Angel or Devil, all I want is you, every part of you." She seals her vow with a kiss that sends lightning chasing across the night sky.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: X-Men
Character/Pairing: Kuroro (Nightcrawler/Storm)
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge: #81: Halo
Warning(s): MILD SPOILERS FOR RECENT ISSUES!
Word Count: 445
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Marvel comics and Disney, not the author, and are used without permission.
"I dreamed of you many nights." The wind is gentle, lilting as it tilts with the accent she still has after all these years they've been together in America. It's funny now to think of it as the Land of the Free and Opportunity, but Kurt still remembers the hope he used to feel when he thought of coming to the States where maybe, just maybe, he might find some people outside of the circus who didn't instantly hate him because of his appearance. He's found those people, and lost many of them too, but just gazing at her as she lays, sprawled and yet somehow still graceful and delicate, across the roof of their home makes him feel like that hopeful teenager once more.
"Did vou?" he asks, the tip of his tail twitching slightly. He leans closer. "Vhat vas I like in those dreams, Ororo?" Her blue eyes become distant as she remembers. "Vas I as handsome then as I am now?" he teases.
She smiles. "Always," she assures him, one hand reaching out and stroking his furry, blue cheek without fear or hesitation. "You were happy, too. I could tell you were at peace at last."
He doesn't scoff. He's glad she thought of him that way, even though it had been far from the truth. Heaven had been peaceful, but he had not been at peace. He had not allowed himself to be so, always feeling that his friends needed him.
"I dreamed of you whenever there was a question over which I was mulling. You always had the answers, and there was always a soft, golden light around you. You also always had a halo."
"A halo? Vhat about vings?"
Her gaze focuses once more on his. "I saw no wings," she admits, "but then, perhaps, they would have clashed too greatly."
"Vith mein horns?"
"No. With your fangs which I love to feel on my neck," she says, arching her body so that the moonlight plays on his favorite spot on her neck to suckle, "and on your tail which . . . " She leans closer. Her lips brush the fur on his ear as the suggestion she whispers makes his blue fur turn a darker shade.
"Mein Gott, leibchen!" he gasps, smiling. "One vould zink you vanted a Devil over an Angel."
She cups his face in her hands and brushes his fur with her fingertips. "I want you, Kurt Wagner," she tells him, gazing deeply into his yellow orbs. "Angel or Devil, all I want is you, every part of you." She seals her vow with a kiss that sends lightning chasing across the night sky.
The End