Fandom: X-men
Characters: Nightcrawler, Wolverine
Genre: General
Rating: G
Theme: #05 - degrees
Disclaimer: I still don't own anyone.
105 degrees of thick, simmering heat and they were dancing through the woods, ducking, spinning, leaping, punching, slashing. One wrong move, a fraction of an inch, and Kurt found himself pinned to a tree, one gleaming, hot claw pointing demonstratively at his throat.
"So," Logan grinned. "How you gonna get out of this one?"
He suddenly yelped as Kurt's tail slid into his pants from behind. For one second, the claw was gone and Kurt's hands shot out, grabbed Logan's face, pressed their open mouths together and bamfed, leaving Logan spitting sulphur.
"God damn it, Elf," he coughed. He could hear Kurt's laughter from a nearby tree. "You gonna try this against The Hand?"
"Who knows?" Kurt somersaulted to the ground, grinning widely. "It worked here and now. I dare say I won. Did I not take your breath away? Is your heart not going pitter-patter at this very moment? Have I not wormed my way into your-"
"Geez. C'mon, I need to wash this out with something."
They left, Logan grumbling about the difference between life and a Bugs Bunny cartoon while Kurt danced by his side. It was going to be a good evening. Kurt could feel it.