Title: Culture. Pairing: Kurt Wagner x Reader. Words: 450. Rating: T.
Kurt felt the expansion of sun on his back as he stepped out, feeling a bit out of the norm at the moment. Reckon, they weren’t necessarily outside, and the sunlight was leaking in through open windows to the left, Kurt felt a bit exposed being shirtless and wearing a pair of swim shorts that Scott so graciously helped him pick out. But, he wanted to try swimming, for he had little experience with that in the past. “Dude,” Scott said, walking up to him with a slight smirk. His gaze had previously been on Jean, who was across the pool and occupied with Jubilee. “You know, (Name) is comin’ too.”
Kurt shrugged his shoulders, swallowing softly as he did, “Yeah, so?” He tried to seem nonchalant about the situation, but he was eager to see you as he always was.
“In a two piece.” Scott raised his voice suggestively. “At least, that’s what Jean told me. They went shopping for new bathing suits.”
“What’s a two… piece?”
“Dude, are you ser-” Scott didn’t get the opportunity to answer completely as you walked into the room, a towel hooked around your shoulders. Jubilee was fast to include you in the conversation, gesturing with her hands for you to come join herself and Jean. You did, but not without catching a glance from Kurt across the room.He caught sight of you fully first off, before focusing on your eyes. He was afraid to look anywhere else as a uneasiness settled into his chest at the mere thought of looking at your bare skin. Kurt couldn’t say he was going to be sick, because he wasn’t, he was just unsure. Jean and Jubilee had been wearing a one piece, and covering much more than you. But you- Red cloth, enough to cover your chest and the essentials, leaving your midriff exposed, as well as the expansion of your legs.
If he could have turned red, he would have. Pinching his fingers together, they touched his forehead, sternum, left shoulder and then right in one fast, fluid moment to cross himself. His tail flicked behind him testingly, a lump forming in his throat as he uttered, “Mein Gott.”
“That’s a two piece.” Scott observed.
“She…” He swallowed, averting his eyes from you and focusing them on something less distracting, “You can see her…”
“Yeah.” Scott laughed slightly, watching Kurt’s reaction.
“And her—!”
“Yeah, buddy.” He patted Kurt’s back softly, trying to calm him down as the blue mutant sputtered, covering his face.
“She’s basically wearing nothing! That’s considered appropriate!?”
“Here? Yeah.” Scott smirked again, “This is American Culture, get used to it.” He lifted his hand, patting Kurt’s back before walking away.
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