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He found her, once, when he'd thought she was working late instead, standing in his bedroom in her underwear. As alluring a proposition as that would have seemed in almost literally any other context, Kurt could tell just by looking at her for even the briefest of moments that this wasn't a prelude to any sort of connection beneath the sheets. He had a sneaking suspicion the only reason she was actually in his bedroom at all, where she could be discovered, was that he had a full length mirror. She'd parked herself in front of it, all of her weight shifted onto one leg, hands on her hips. The expression on her face as she looked over the image of her reflection was downright scrutinous, clearly displeased with a visage that gave him so much pleasure.
He made a point of stepping into the light before he stepped into Kitty's line of vision, moving slowly and deliberately so that she couldn't think he was trying to sneak up on her. Still, there was some fluid grace in the way he moved that he couldn't school out of his stride, a little hint of predatory stalk to his gait and tail as he slipped into view behind her in the mirror, the afterimage of the effect she had on him these days, a skin he couldn't shed even if he'd wanted to. "Something the matter, meine liebe?"
Kitty gave a short snorting sound and looked up, meeting his eyes through the rebound of the mirror and over her own shoulder. Her hands came up off of her hips long enough to gesture to her body. "My boobs are too small."
Kurt raised one dark eyebrow into the fringe of his hair, and said nothing.
She took this to mean he was inviting more criticism of her physique, so she broke eye contact to look down at herself, the exasperated motion moving downwards towards her legs. "And my butt is huge and my thighs, Kurt have you looked at my thighs lately?"
"...nightly, Katzchen, I don't see..."
"I don't even come close to comparing," She was on a roll now, bulldozing right past his quiet objections, attention moving back to the mirror so that she could attempt to remove any of perceived flaws with the laser heat of her angry eyes, focused through the iris of the glass. "The whole team, everyone's just so..." Lacking a word for what she meant, Kitty brought her hands up to gesture near her chest, indicating a bosom significantly larger than the one she sported. She sighed a moment later and let her hands drop again. "They're so, Kurt, they're all so. Sometimes I look in the mirror and all I see is that little girl."
"That isn't what I see."
Kitty made a bitter sound in the front of her mouth, and Kurt tipped his head to the side, studying her troubled expression from the mirror. Slowly, deliberately, he put his hands against the lines of her ribs and then slid them up and forward, until he was cupping one breast in each hand. There was precious little sexual about the gesture, something instead more evaluative, as if he were measuring the merit of this part of her body. She was right on one tiny point--her breasts weren't that large, as compared to those of some of their teammates. She was never going to shop in the double-letter section of Victoria's Secret. Still, in the equation of Kitty's bust and his hands, they were just right, just large enough that he could hold the soft weight of one against oversized palm and let his fingers curl up and around. Even through the lace of her bra he could feel the warmth of her skin, and he knew it took precious little attention with his fingertips to encourage that same skin to goosebump, to make her arch her back just a little and press the points of them into his handprint... "If you were in a better mood, I think, this is where I would tell you about the shortage of perfect breasts in the world, and that it is a pity to so much as even slander yours. I don't know what you think I would do with much more than this, other than suffocate, perhaps."
She dropped her gaze a little to watch the motion of his thumbs over the tops of each breast, near her collarbone, and for a moment Kurt couldn't see her expression well enough to read it. "You didn't seem to mind too much when it was Amanda or Cerise."
"Mmm, that isn't what I saw in them, either."
Kitty was quiet, head bowed, for the span of ten heartbeats or more before she finally lifted her face, looking back to Kurt's eyes. He could tell that she was far closer to tears than she wanted to admit, and the idea of her being so troubled by her body made his heart shudder just a little bit. "What do you see in me, then?" She asked, her voice terribly fragile for how seemingly unnecessary the question was to him.
He gave a soft, purring sound of thought in the back of his throat, pretending to take time to consider the answer that was always right there, right at the tip of his tongue, just waiting for someone to ask him just what was so wonderful about this woman who had burrowed herself so far into his heart and made such a fortress there he was certain there would be no usurping her. He traced his left hand along the inside of Kitty's corresponding breast, tapping the pad of his first finger against her sternum gently when he came to it. "I see a woman with fine breasts, which I will grant are not nearly so large as her heart but are the best framework for it I could imagine, and I am a very imaginative man."
Kurt moved his hands, then, sweeping them around the side of Kitty's chest and instead lifting her arms with them, running his fingers along their undersides gently. He coaxed her to bring them up to line up with her shoulders, slowly emphasizing the muscles that showed under her skin as she did. "I see a woman with arms so strong she can carry a full-grown man much heavier than herself as far as she has to, to see him safe, so strong that she can drag him free of the vacuum grip of space and inertia, but that still don't do even the smallest ounce of credit to the strength of her courage or her convictions, with which she could hold up the world if she wanted to."
Blue hands drifted lower, leaving Kitty's arms behind to sweep over the curve of her side and come to rest just below her hips, the long fingers of each one stretched out along her thighs. "I see a woman with such power and grace in her legs, I think she must be capable of dancing across the whole world, that I have known no better place in all this life or the hither-after than when I am wrapped up in them and allowed to leave or stay at the lady's pleasure, surrendered to her wisdom rather than my own."
Gradually, he brought his hands forward in a final gesture, allowing himself to rest one open palm against the flat span of Kitty's stomach and the other palm against the back of his own hand. "I see a constant compliment to my best qualities, I see a woman so much smarter than I am I cannot concieve of the gulf, let alone the heights you reach. I see my partner, in crime and in charity, I see my lover, I see my love, made manifest and with gentle hands. I see a woman so much a part of me that I cannot even begin to understand how she could think, for an instant, I might be interested in severing that just to feel the ache of what I'd lost for the rest of my days."
Kitty laughed, almost bashful, and raised both hands to slip them behind Kurt's head, knitting her fingers into the curls near the top of his neck. She leaned her weight back into his body, just a little bit, and smiled at his reflection in the mirror, the doubt chased away by a warm, impish light. "You dork. I notice you didn't say anything about my butt."
Kurt's own laughter filled the room, and he moved one hand to give the butt in question a healthy pinch. "Well, it hasn't got a tail, but nobody's perfect."