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Starting with an accidental encounter	By : BluePixeledRedFox Category: X-men Comics > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 5389 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Much to my depression, I do not own Marvel, X-Men, or the delicious Nightcrawler... Only Lacy and her dysfunctional self. Also, no money is made from this by anyone, since it is not for profit.

Chapter List
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I just want to say thank you for all the wonderful reviews! They make me smile every time I look at them. At work, the were saying that we have to get two good surveys a week, and I asked if, since I still haven't gotten any, could I change it to reviews for my stories, since I'd just gotten two, lol. Anyway, enjoy! Warning, fluff! And it may make tears form while you're drooling...

Kurt woke up a few minutes before the alarm was set to go off and stretched out, or, as much as he could with Lacy still laying on him.
He smiled down at her, looking down and seeing that she had a bruise around the wrist on his chest. He ran his fingers over it then brought it up to his lips and kissed it before laying it back down. He turned her a little and looked down to the rest of her body, wanting to take it in for a few moments to remember while he had to stay away.
What he saw made him freeze.
On the sides and under her breasts, there were bruises, small ones, as though from the squeezing and small nips, there were bite marks in clouds around her ribs, on her waist and hips there were bruises as well, from his hands and fingers, and bands around her stomach from his tail. As he looked lower, he saw that a large bruise had formed where he'd been spanking her.
His hands traveled over the bruises, trying to see how bad they were. He rolled her and saw that they were all replicated on the other side, except for her butt. Her leg moved as she shifted and he saw a smear of blood on her thigh.
He pulled back in horror. She was hurt, and he'd done it. He'd abused her body so badly that his fingerprints were bruised into her, she wouldn't be able to sit comfortably for a while, and he'd taken her so roughly that she had been bleeding.
He gently moved his fingers over the bruises again, wishing that he could take them away. "Lacy," he whispered, leaning his head down to kiss her stomach.
The alarm started beeping, and Lacy jumped, trying to turn, but couldn't because he was laying on her. "Kurt," she mumbled as he reached over and turned off the alarm, easily falling back into her dream. He pulled back on to the bed and looked down at her, seeing the tiny bruises under her jaw and along her neck now.
He closed his eyes as his heart throbbed painfully. She was bruised from her chin to her thighs. He must have hurt her so badly last night, and he hadn't even stopped, he'd kept going, selfishly thinking only of his own pleasure as he hurt her delicate body.
He tried to stop the hopeless thoughts forming in his head, feeling pressure as the sky started to lighten. "Ah, leibling," he sighed, then felt that he didn't deserve to call her something so sweet. Kurt ran his hand down her cheek, kissing her. He needed to apologize before he left. Lacy woke up a little, returning the kiss.
"Mmm, Kurt... I'll see you tonight," she mumbled, not opening her eyes.
"Ah, no, Lacy..." he trailed off as the thoughts started coming back and he doubted if an apology would fix this.
"Oh, yeah, you have to stay home... I'll see you next week," she mumbled, her hand stroking down his face.
Kurt wanted to say something, but he could see the sky lightening through the window, and knew he had to leave. "Goodbye," he whispered to her, kissing her gently on the lips again.
He hurried across town racing the sun as it rose, brushing the tree tops as he scurried up the wall to his window and crawled in. He stood and made his way into the bathroom, pausing and looking at himself in the mirror. He looked away, disgusted, covering his face with his hands. He crawled under his blankets, hiding.
Kitty walked down the hallway, looking around before knocking on Kurt's door and opening it. She paused in the doorway, overtaken by the cloud of despair filling the room. "Whoa, Kurt, what happened?" She asked as she closed the door and paused next to the bed. "You're dressed, right?"
"Ja," his muffled voice came through the bedding.
She sat next to his lump of a form. "Did you at least get to see her?" He was silent, prompting Kitty to jab him with her finger. "Come on, Kurt. What's wrong? This is more about just having to stay away from your girlfriend for a week, isn't it?"
"Ow," he muttered.
"Kurt, answer me, or so help me-"
"Ok," he said, moving a little away from her.
"So, what happened?"
"I- vell... Lacy and I- ve vere..."
"Having sex, just say it, Kurt," Kitty told him.
"Ve vere," Kurt agreed. "Und... It got a little..."
Kitty put her hand on him. "Did she make you do something weird, something that you didn't like?" She asked.
"N-nein... She- had been zhinking about being tied up for a vhile, I guess, but, I'm zhe vone who said ve should do it..."
"So, you tied her up..." Kitty said. "And... Did it go badly? Did she have problems with it?"
"No," he murmured. "She seemed to... enjoy it..."
"Ok, so why are you bummed? Did you hate it?" She asked in confusion.
"N- no... I..."
"Did you feel like you were holding her against her will, or something?"
"Nein, I got rough vizh her," Kurt told her. Kitty was silent for a moment.
"Ok... And?"
"Vhat do you mean and?" Kurt demanded through the blankets.
"Well, as I understand it, a certain degree of rough is, I don't know, normal? Sometimes, at least, and especially when you're playing with bondage things..."
"Kitty... I bruised her..."
"Well, rough sex combined with rope, I'm not surprised."
"Vizh my hands, I bruised her from her chin to her zhigh, because of me, I did zhat vizh my hands," he moaned in despair.
"Kurt- um... This might be a little uncomfortable to hear, but... If she was ok with being tied up, she might be into the whole... pain... thing..." Kitty said awkwardly.
"Spanking is vone zhing, but- Kitty, I- I vas too rough, she bled..." Kurt tried to make her see.
"As I said, she might-"
"Nein!" Kurt exclaimed, throwing the blankets back. "You do not understand! I vas vay too rough on her, she vill see vhat I have done and hate me! She vill zhink I am a monster! She vill never vant to see me again!" He yelled. "I vill never see her again... I am a monster," he whispered.
"Kurt," Kitty put her hand on his shoulder. "You're not a monster, you're one of the good guys, we stop the monsters," she told him.
"Zhen vhy do I not feel very much like a good guy right now," he asked dismally.
"It'll be ok," Kitty told him as she pulled him into a tight hug. "Promise. Did you ask her to visit?" She asked.
"Ja..."
"And? What did she say?"
"She said she vould, but didn't you hear me? Zhat doesn't matter, she vill never vant to see me again vhen she sees vhat I've done to her..."
"Didn't she see it when you did?" Kitty asked, pulling away.
"No, she vas asleep," Kurt told her.
"She didn't wake up to say goodbye?"
"Not- not fully, only enough to kiss me und say goodbye... She vas probably asleep before I got all zhe vay out zhe vindow," he admitted.
"Well, look, you don't even know how she'll react," Kitty tried to comfort him. "She might be ok with it."
He glanced at her sideways. "Kitty, not last night, but zhe night before, I called her liebling- it just came out- und... She had anozher panic attack, she pretended everyzhing vas ok, but... Vhen she vent and hid in zhe bazhroom... I could tell somezhing vas wrong..."
"Well, we know she has issues-"
"And," Kurt cut her off, but couldn't continue.
"Come on, Kurt. We don't know, you're not her first partner, are you? She could have been doing this stuff before, for all we know, she could expect it," she told him.
"No, Kitty... Ve talked about our past partners... before me... She never even... participated."
"What?" Kitty asked in surprise. "She was forced-"
"No," Kurt told her. "She vas villing, just- too scared to move... She had... never even had an orgasm vizh somevone else until... I showed up..."
"Kurt, what even happened on that first night, when you met?" Kitty asked after a moment of shocked silence. "If she's so afraid of intimacy, how did you convince her to-"
"I didn't... I vas on zhat mission, remember? Zhe vone spying on zhe senator and his plans, vhen I found out zhat he can track us vizh our powers?" Kitty nodded. "Vell, remember I said zhat zhey saw me and chased me zhrough town?" She nodded again in agreement. "Vell, I got avay because I found a place to hide... I vas on zhe street, but zhe senator's lackeys vere coming, so I climbed a building and snuck into an apartment vindow zhat vas open."
"Lacy's apartment," she realized, and Kurt nodded.
"Ja. She vas asleep, I vas just trying to escape vizh my life, and not lead zhem to zhe mansion, but, Lacy voke up."
"And then what?" Kitty asked.
"Vell, zhen she- kissed me... And pulled off my suit- pushed me on her bed..."
Kitty raised a brow. "That doesn't sound like the same woman at all..."
"She- zhought she vas still asleep- zhat vas zhe only vay her brain could make sense of zhe situation, and... She didn't even know she vas avake- Kitty, doesn't zhat count as rape some how?" He suddenly asked.
Kitty put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him back to look into his eyes. "No, Kurt, no. She's the one who pushed you down- did you know she thought she was asleep?" He shook his head. "Then, I mean... Who could blame you? You thought she was consenting, and she was, she just didn't know it was real... Wow, this is kinda complicated..."
"Ja," Kurt agreed. "I really... Feel for her, you know..." Kurt trailed off, the despair coming back.
"Kurt-"
"No, Kitty, please just leave me alone... I- have to find a vay to repent..." He told her.

Lacy rolled over, her arm falling off the edge of her bed as she did. She slowly opened her eyes and looked around her room, yawning.
She caught sight of her wrists and her lips quirked at the bruises. "I'll have to wear bracelets, or something," She mumbled.
She stood, rubbing her eyes and stretching as she walked into the bathroom.
Lacy froze when she saw her reflection and the bruises across her stomach. She lifted her arms higher and stepped forward, looking at the marks around her breasts, ribs, waist, hips, and thighs.
"Wow," she said. "We were really rough last night." She turned to the sink and brushed her teeth, glancing at the marks on her in the mirror every so often. It felt a little sexy, like the marks were proof of how desirable Kurt found her.
She rinsed her mouth and stepped into the shower.

The week seemed to drag on forever, because Lacy didn't get to see Kurt. She went to work, came home, read, all the normal things she'd done before she'd met Kurt, but mostly, she missed Kurt.
Kurt spent the week in a depression, refusing to leave his room, moaning about how Lacy hated him, how horrible he was for hurting her, and telling Kitty she was wrong every time she tried to cheer him up. Even Logan couldn't convince him to leave his room unless he physically took him from it.
It was Thursday, Lacy's Friday, and he knew she was getting off of work and heading home right now. He was sitting in the kitchen, eating ice cream directly from the carton when Kitty found him.
"Hey!" she said. "You're getting you're ruining the ice cream, and you're not even sharing!" She grabbed a spoon from the drawer and sat next to him, taking a huge spoon full and shoveling it into her mouth. "Mmm, I love rocky road," she commented.
"Ja..." Kurt mumbled.
"So, are you excited that your girlfriend is coming over soon? Tomorrow, right?"
"She isn't coming," Kurt mumbled.
"She said she was, at two o'clock, right? Or was she coming the day after?"
"Kitty- stop... She isn't coming, you know she isn't, I've told you..."
"I know no such thing. I remember you told me she was coming over on her weekend, at about two, right?"
Kurt poked at the ice cream woefully. "But zhen, she voke up and saw vhat I did to her, and she hates me, and... She vill never come..."
"Kurt, have you talked to her since you last saw her?" Kitty asked, scooping a small spoon of ice cream.
"Nein..."
"Then how do you know all of these things? I think they're all in your head," she told him.

Lacy was so glad to get home and kick off her shoes, hating that Peter had been lurking in her office, finding random reasons for being in there to bother and hit on her.
She didn't even bother with reading, she just stripped and went to sleep, excited that she'd be able to see Kurt the next day. She'd been staring at the bus schedules and routes the whole week, finding the bus she needed to take and where to catch it.
When she woke up the next morning, she hurriedly showered, seeing that most of the smaller bruises on her body had disappeared, and the bigger ones had faded. She got the rest of the way ready and went about cleaning her apartment while she waited, since she told him she'd be there about two.
When she was done, she decided to change into something nice that would be more appropriate to meet people in. She looked through her closet, not sure what to put on, since she hadn't done this in so long. She found a nice pair of jeans, but couldn't find any nice shirts; they all had pictures on them, some from anime, some from other tv shows, some just rude sayings. She had thrown half of her regular clothes wardrobe on the floor, searching, but still hadn't found anything.
She finally found a tank top that was plain, and decided that if she wore a jacket over it, it would look ok. Thankfully, the leaves were starting to change colors and it was getting chillier, so she wouldn't look too strange.
Lacy looked at her watch and saw that she needed to get going if she was going to get there in time to catch her bus. She hurried down the street, getting stuck at a street light. She sighed and looked around, waiting for the light that seemed to take forever. She saw in the distance, the bus. "Oh, come on," she urged the light. "Hurry..." The bus stopped at the stop she needed to be at, letting a few people off, and she started bouncing, hoping it would stay there, or wouldn't be able to get back into traffic.
The light finally turned green, and traffic started flowing again. She thought if she hurried, she'd be able to make it, but a truck had stopped, allowing the bus to get into the lane. "No," she said to herself, waving desperately at the bus, trying to flag it down, but it went right past her. "Damn it!" She exclaimed, stopping on the other end of the cross walk.
She paused for a moment, but figured that the next one would be there in about half an hour, so she went to the bus stop and sat on the bench to wait. Half an hour went by, and she bit her lip as she checked her watch. Another ten minutes passed. "It's late, stupid bus," she mumbled to herself, feeling pained that she wasn't with Kurt right then.

"She's late," Kitty commented.
"Kitty. How many times do I have to tell you zhat she is not coming? Please stop, it hurts enough," Kurt told her.
Kitty was silent after that, but she stayed in close proximity to the door so she could look out every few minutes.
At three-fifteen, Kurt stood from the chair he was slumped in. "I'm going upstairs," he mumbled.
"Are you sure?" Kitty asked from the couch.
"Ja," he told her, slowly and mopingly migrating toward the stairs.
Kitty felt her phone buzz and looked at the message from the Professor. 'Someone is coming to the door, since you are so close, please greet them.' Kitty stood, following Kurt into the entrance hall. "Kurt, someone's coming, it could be her," she told him.
"It's not," he almost yelled, feeling his heart being stabbed with pain again. "Leave me alone."

Lacy looked around as she walked up the long drive. This place was huge. At least four, maybe five, stories tall, she couldn't tell.
When she got to the porch, she stared at the door for a moment. Maybe she was in the wrong place? But, were there any other houses- scratch that, mansions- around here? Her hand hesitated as she rose it to knock on the door. Was this the right house? There were so many new people she didn't know inside...
What if they hated her because she wasn't a mutant? What if they were mad because she knew where their safe house was? What if they decided to- gulp- make it so she couldn't tell anyone else?
The door she was staring at opened, and she fought to quickly wipe the look of horror from her face, replacing it with a pleasant smile, although it turned out more nervous than not. The woman in front of her had a perfect looking brown ponytail that fluttered around her head as she turned, and was wearing a greenish-blue t-shirt with a picture of a purple dragon on it, and jeans.
"Hi," she greeted. Lacy felt nervous, not sure what to say, wondering if the woman knew she knew she was a mutant, or if her kind features would turn dark when she found out. "You must be Lacy?" She asked.
"Y-yeah," Lacy said with a sigh. She was a little glad that she knew who she was, given the uncertainty she felt about the rest of the situation. "Sorry, I'm late; buses in this city," she said in way of explanation.
Kurt was almost to the top of the stairs when Lacy's voice drifted up to him. His eyes widened and he was at the bottom of the stairs in a flash, despite having not teleported. "Lacy!" He called, picking her up and spinning her around, pulling her lips to his and kissing her as they stopped.
Kitty's eyebrow raised. She'd always known Kurt was sweet, and that any girl would be lucky to get him, but what a way to be greeted. She felt a little jealous that Piotr wasn't there to spin her around.
Lacy looked up at Kurt when he pulled back to look at her, her cheeks heating. "H-hi, Kurt. I missed you, too," she told him shyly.
Kitty pushed Kurt out of the way a little. "Come on, Kurt, don't hog her all to yourself. My name is Kitty, by the way. Kurt's told me so much about you! Come on, let's go on a tour," she said, taking Lacy's hand and pulling her away.
Lacy looked back at Kurt, who just smiled and followed them, seeing a man with a pair of red sunglasses standing in another doorway behind him.

"And this is the rec room," Kitty said, gesturing around at the tv, couch, and pool table.
"Wow, pool? You guys are so lucky, I haven't played pool in forever," Lacy told them.
"Let's play, then," Kitty insisted, pulling a few pool cues from the rack.
Kurt was standing back a little, watching Lacy interact with Kitty. He was so overjoyed that she'd come, and that she seemed to have no problem getting along with Kitty. He looked around the room, wondering where the rest of the students had gone. It was his turn again, so he leaned over the table, using his tail to steady the cue as he sank two balls at the same time. He straightened and contemplated his next move, seeing Lacy shaking her head slightly.
"It's not right," she said.
Kurt looked up to the disapproving look on her face, and worried that she'd finally had enough, telling him she hated him for what he'd done to her. He saw Kitty's expression turn apprehensive and heard Logan give a soft growl as he entered the rec room doorway and heard her.
"You are such a cheater!" Lacy declared, pointing at him, and the three mutants stalled in their motions.
Kurt managed to recover enough to say, "I'm not cheating."
"Yeah," Lacy agreed. "I'm sure that my score would be as high as yours if I had a tail to cheat with, too," she teased, not noticing the hidden tension in the room.
Kurt let out a breath and smiled. "It is a part of my body, so it is not cheating, aber, I vill let you borrow it, if you vant to," he told her.
Lacy shook her head. "No way, you'd just move and throw off my shot more," she accused playfully.
"Yeah, now that I think about it, he always beats me. I think he is cheating," Kitty conspiratorially agreed as she turned to Lacy. "Hi, Logan," she greeted as he entered the room fully. "This is Lacy, Kurt's girlfriend."
Lacy gave a nervous smile and waved. "Hi."
Logan grunted and lit a cigar as he sat on the couch, turning on the tv.
"Don't let that bother you, he's always like that," Kitty told her.
After their game of pool, the group went to the kitchen to grab a drink.
"Kurt, can I talk to you for a minute," Scott asked, getting his attention as the girls entered the kitchen.
"Ja," he answered, following him a little away from the door.
Scott peeked through the doorway before starting, "You told her where we live?"
"Vell, I can't go see her, und Kitty has been-"
"Kurt, look, I don't want to sound rude, but... Have you thought that she just wanted to find where we are? I mean, the senator pretty much put a bounty on our heads, and bringing in a group of mutants this big... It could tempt a lot of people."
Kurt looked at him in offense. "Vhat are you saying, Scott?"
"Nothing, Kurt, I just-"
"Just zhat she is beautiful, and normal, vhile I am a scary, disgusting beast? A deamonous monster? How could she like somevone so ugly? Is zhat it?" Kurt demanded.
"Kurt, no- I just- Have you noticed how empty it is? The students, they're all frightened of her, they think she's going to kill them, or scalp them like a cowboy in an old western," Scott told him.
Kurt glared at him. "Vell, she is more afraid of zhem zhan zhey are of her. Because she vants to make a good first impression, because, despite vhat I look like, she likes me," he said and turned, going into the kitchen.
Kitty and Lacy were laughing when he sat down. "What did Scott want?" Kitty asked, scooping ice cream into her drink to make a float.
"Nozhing, he's just being paranoid," Kurt told her.
Lacy accepted the spoon from Kitty and scooped some ice cream into her drink. "You want a float, too?" She asked him.
Kurt didn't answer, instead he turned to glare at Scott where he was discreetly looking through the door. He'd had enough and turned to Lacy, suddenly pulling her close and kissing her.
Lacy's eyes widened in shock, her hand shot out to hold onto something at the sudden movement, knocking into something. Kurt invaded her mouth, pulling a kiss from her that she would have given if she wasn't so startled by his suddenly strange behavior. She pushed him back, breaking the kiss and standing from the table, wiping at the soda and ice cream all down her front. "Oh, that's so cold," she said, taking the towel Kitty handed her, wiping at herself, then moving to the table and floor. "Crap, now I'm going to be all sticky, and it got all the way through my underwear, too," she groaned. "I'll have to go home and shower," she said to herself.
"No, why go all the way home?" Kitty asked. "You can shower here."
Lacy looked up to her. "But, aren't there a lot of people here? Won't I be hogging the bathroom?"
"Kurt has his own shower, I'm sure he'll let you use it, right Kurt?" She asked him where he'd turned to glare at the spot Scott had been standing.
"Ja," he answered, turning and seeing a drenched and getting stickier by the moment, Lacy. "Ach, I'm sorry, Lacy," he told her, standing. "I didn't mean to spill zhat on you," he told her, taking her hand and leading her away toward the stairs.
Kitty followed, putting her hand on her shoulder. "I'll let you borrow some clothes while we get yours washed," she comforted.
Kurt showed Lacy into his room and she looked around, seeing a large entertainment center, full of movies, a huge tv, and stacks of books falling over it like a creeping vine plant, spilling over from the small book case next to it. There was a bed against to opposite wall with poles around it like it was supposed to be a canopy, but the drapes were missing. "Ah, zhe bazhroom is zhrough zhere," he said, pointing at the door nearly hidden by the entertainment equipment. "I'll take your clozhe and put zhem in zhe vasher," he told her, letting her step into the bathroom and toss her things to him.
"Where are the towels?" She asked.
"Ah, I'll go get you vone," he told her. "Be right back." He stepped out into the hall and Kitty shoved a stack of towels topped with bottles of body wash and hair care products into his hands.
"What got into you?" She demanded in a quiet tone. "You were acting like an animal!"
"I- It vas vhat Scott said," he told her.
"What did he say to make you act like that?" She demanded again.
"He- he vas saying zhat Lacy vas only going out vizh me to find out vhere she mansion vas, so she could find us," he told her.
"That's ridiculous," Kitty told him. "She didn't even know that you'd invite her here."
"I know," Kurt agreed.
"Then why are you acting like an idiot?" She asked.
Kurt looked away. "I don't know, it just... Stung vhen he said zhat."
Kitty shook her head, taking the wet, sticky clothes from him. "Well, you don't have to prove anything to anyone, her being here with you should be enough, right?" She moved away down the hall to throw the clothes into the washing machine.
Kurt turned and went back into his room, pausing at the door to the bathroom. The shower was running, so he figured she must be in it. He slowly opened the door, stepping in and closing it. "I brought you some zhings-" he said, placing the stack on the counter, then turned and saw her standing next to the shower, about to step in. "Ah, sorry," he said turning away. He glanced at her in the mirror and saw that she was still covered in faded bruises, making him feel guilt rip at the pit of his stomach. How did she not hate him?
Lacy covered herself shyly, but looked at him in confusion. "Kurt, it's not like you haven't seen me naked before," she told him.
"Ja," he said slowly, but didn't turn to her.
She stepped closer. "What's wrong?" She asked softly. "Are you mad at me?"
Kurt spun to her. "No!" He said in desperate shock. "No, Lacy, I'm not mad at you," he said, moving closer.
"Is someone else mad at me?" She asked. "Because I'm not a mutant?"
"Nein, Lacy," he pulled her close against him. "I'm... I didn't zhink you vere going to come today," he admitted.
"Because I was late?" She asked. "I said I was sorry, the stupid bus passed me and the-"
"No," he told her, pulling back and gesturing down her body. "For zhat. I zhought you vould hate me, and vould not come... I zhought- never mind," he told her.
She hugged him to her, and stuck to him as he pulled away. "Sorry, I'm a little sticky. I should go wash this off," she told him. She stepped into the shower and let the warm water hit her, rinsing away the soda and ice cream. She looked up to Kurt. "Join me?" She asked innocently.
He looked up to her from the floor, pausing for a moment before pulling off his shirt and pants and stepping in, closing the curtain. He took his scrubby poof and put body wash on it, kneeling in front of her and starting to clean the stickiness off. "I'm sorry," he said, smoothing his hand down her stomach as the suds were rinsed away.
She smiled at him, letting him know she accepted his apology.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, kissing one of the bruises on her hip. "I'm sorry," he whispered again and again, kissing each bruise in turn, making his way up her body.
Lacy looked down at him, blinking at his sweetness and feeling her body heat up at his prolonged touch.
He made it all the way to her neck, kissing the invisible bruises he remembered being there. "I'm so sorry, Lacy," he told her. "And I'm sorry zhat I can't help how my body reacts to seeing you, you're just so beautiful," he said, looking at the floor as though he was unbearably ashamed.
Lacy felt tears coming to her eyes. "Don't be," she told him. "Even though you're confused about what beauty is," she said, her hands taking his face and pulling him to her.
He kissed her, taking her into his arms and crushing her against him. "Du bist schön," he insisted. "Meine Hände lang, dich zu berühren, meine Lippen lange, dich zu küssen, meine Arme lang, um Sie zu halten, mein Körper will Sie zu füllen, kann meiner Meinung nach nicht zu trennen von wachen Gedanken oder Träume..." {You are beautiful, my hands long to touch you, my lips long to kiss you, my arms long to hold you, my body wants to fill you, my mind cannot separate you from waking thoughts, or dreams.}
He kissed her sweetly between thoughts, his heart seeping though, and Lacy pulled back to look at him, a look on her face like she desperately wanted to believe what he was saying. "Glauben Sie mir, Lacy, Sie sind unglaublich schön," he whispered in her ear. {Believe me, Lacy, you are amazingly beautiful}
Wetness slid onto his shoulder, and Kurt knew she was crying, though he was sure she would insist that it was water from the shower. "Kurt," she whispered, and he could feel her lip trembling.
"Ja?" He asked softly.
She was silent, her lip still trembling. "M- make love to me," she requested, and he pulled back to look at her.
She'd never called it that before, she'd only said other things (take me, put it in, give it to me, fuck me, or just begging...), and he'd gotten the feeling that she was afraid that something would happen if she said those words. But God help him if he wasn't going to show her how precious and beautiful she was just because she was afraid.
He leaned down, putting his hands through her legs and holding her hips, his elbows picking up her knees as she tipped back against the shower wall. He stood, his body fitting perfectly with hers as he pushed in, taking her mouth in a kiss.
Lacy felt her heart pounding. She was shaking, she knew, fear running through her. She felt for Kurt, she knew she did, but it was so deeply rooted that it hurt when he said things that she feared he wasn't being honest about, like if he really thought she was beautiful, or was only telling her that because she was his girlfriend.
He never let her lips leave his for very long, only to gasp for a breath as he pushed into her slowly. He was moving so slowly, in, pause, out, in, pause, out...
It was like she was something delicious he wanted to savor, taking her slowly, pushing her closer a little at a time. She pulled back to gasp for another breath of air, and he nuzzled into her neck. "Lacy," he mumbled. "Du bist so schön, ich will dich so sehr..." He told her, kissing her throat. "Ah, Liebling, lass nicht los," he murmured, his tail wrapping tightly around her waist and his, holding her against him. "Bitte bleib bei mir," he begged so quietly that she didn't think she was supposed to have heard any of it. {You're so beautiful, I want you so badly, ah, darling Don't let go. Please stay with me}
Lacy felt tears bursting from her now, unable to stop them as her body trembled. Liebling. He'd called her liebling, he thought she was beautiful, he was afraid she'd leave him...
She pulled his chin from her neck and kissed him as he slowly moved in her. She kissed him, feeling the tears rolling down her cheeks, telling herself it was spray from the shower.
Kurt's movement sped up a little. He wanted to show her how he felt, but his body was demanding more, it needed her more, right now. He thrust into her a little harder, and Lacy moaned against his lips. He kissed her more deeply, his hands pulled a little harder at her hips, his body felt her crying out for more. His lips pulled away as he gasped for breath, and Lacy's face turned toward the ceiling.
"Kurt, oh Kurt, oh Kurt, oh Kurt," she panted, getting louder.
He groaned against her throat, calling back to her as he kissed and gently sucked. "Lacy... Lacy, bitte... Oh, Lacy..."
Lacy's panted moans got louder, more muffled as she tried not to cry out. She bit her lip as she came, trying not to scream his name and make the whole house aware of what they were doing.
Kurt felt Lacy tighten around him, pulling and pulsing as orgasmic squeaks made it through where she bit her lip. He pulled her lips back to his, pulling them apart and taking her mouth as he felt the first wave of his release roll over him. He groaned into her mouth, giving her everything he had.
They panted against each other's lips, coming down from the cloud of pleasure they'd drifted up to. Kurt took Lacy's jaw in his hand, kissing her, showering kisses all over where he could reach. He felt her shiver against him and realized that the water had turned cold. He pulled her into another kiss before he turned off the shower and stepped out, carrying her into the other room and laying her on his bed, stroking her cheek and staring into her eyes as she stared up at him, gasping.
(Meanwhile, downstairs...)
"So," Kitty commented as she looked at Logan. "They've been up there for a while..." He looked back at her silently before turning back to his beer. "What?" She asked. "Can't I be glad that my friend is getting laid? Ok, wait, no, that sounded too weird... It's more like... I'm just so happy he's found someone, I thought that, after Alissa... Well, you know..."
Logan looked back to her before glaring away. "What she did wasn't right," he agreed. "Shoulda taken her out behind the shed..."
Kitty put her hand on his arm. "I would have been right there with you... the look on his face as she left... She didn't even tell him she was going..."
(Meanwhile, back in Kurt's room...)
Kurt stared down at Lacy, kissing her and running his hands down her. "Lacy, do you believe zhat you are beautiful, yet?" He asked.
She looked up into his face. "I'm a little worn out," she told him on a sigh.
"Zhen you better start believing me fast," he told her. She gasped as his hand moved over her breast. "You are going to fall asleep if you don't say yes soon," he warned, kissing her ribs.
"Won't anyone be missing us?" She asked.
"I suppose," he told her, kissing her side. "But zhey vill leave us alone." Lacy gasped again as his hand slid down her mound. "I'm going to vear you out until you say you believe me," he told her. He slid down, pulling her knees over his shoulders.
"Kurt, w- oh..." She moaned as he licked her.
His tongue flicked over her, teasing and moving from her opening, which tasted saltily of their mixed juices, to her clit as his hands stroked her hips, squeezing her and making her moan and wriggle beneath him. He used his tongue and lips to tease and torment her, kissing and licking her clit. "Lacy, Ihr Stöhnen sind so schön," he told her, his tail moving over her breasts as she moaned. {your moans are so beautiful}
Lacy's hips arched to him. "No," she told him. She felt him smile against her thigh before he nipped her there.
He moved back to her clit, licking and humming against her. "Glaubst du mir noch?" He asked. {do you believe me yet}
His tongue flicked back and forth, then circled her clit, and Lacy's hips arched up to him as she moaned. "Das ist keine Antwort," he said, his finger sliding into her. {that's not an answer}
"Kurt," she sighed, her hips pressing against his hand.
"Ja?" He asked, his tongue teasingly pausing at the tip of her clit. She groaned, arching and moaning as he drove her crazy. He wrapped his arms around her hips, pushing against her as he licked and sucked at her. She cried out, trying to muffle herself, and his tail brushed across her lips. "Shh, Lacy, shh," he murmured against her before continuing his assault.
Lacy took his tail, moaning into it as her teeth grazed his drying fur. Kurt knelt up, keeping her legs over his shoulders as he looked down at her. He smiled as a feeling of pride filled him, knowing that he was the one driving this beautiful woman wild, and that no one had ever done that for her before. "Lacy, sagen Sie es," he told her. {say it}
She looked at him, her face glowing in after orgasm feelings. "Sag es, weil Sie gerade jetzt so schön sind," he told her. {Say it, because you are so beautiful right now}
Her lips parted, but she just looked up at him, not saying anything. He pressed against her, his again swollen manhood pushing into her. She moaned, nipping at his tail. "Kurt," she groaned as he slid in and out of her. He leaned down, letting her legs slide down to his elbows again as he kissed her neck and face. "Please," she panted.
"Was?" He asked.
"It feels so good," she moaned. "So good..." she sighed.
"Dann sagen Sie mir glauben, so kann ich das Gefühl, Ihre Beine zittern um mich herum," he told her. {Then say you believe me so I can feel your legs shake around me}
"No," she moaned.
Kurt pushed her thighs down, making her back roll so that when he thrust into her, he hit against her g-spot. She cried out, covering her face so that she didn't scream loudly. Kurt groaned, pushing into her g-spot again, thrusting until he felt her arch, on the edge of orgasm. Painful though it was, he pulled out of her. Lacy's eyes snapped open and she stared up at him, her expression falling to desperation. "Sag es," he told her.
She bit her lip, a whine coming from her as she arched to him. "Kurt," she moaned.
"Sag es," he told her again.
She moaned and reached out to him. "Please," she begged.
"Lacy, Ich gehe nicht zurück, bis Sie es sagen." {I'm not going back in until you say it.}
"Nnn, Kurt, please," she begged, arching to him, tears starting to pool in the corner of her eyes. His hand moved down to stroke her and keep her on the edge. She groaned, "Oh... Ok," she moaned. "Ok, I believe you," she moaned as she arched.
"Worüber?" He asked. {about what}
"Kurt," she begged.
"Worüber?"
"Y-you think I'm- beautiful..." She moaned.
"Schließen," he told her. {close}
"God, Kurt, please!" He smiled as he watched her writhe and removed his hand. "Kurt!" She cried from the deprivation. "I'm beautiful," she cried out to him. "I am."
He thrust into her, pushing against her g-spot. He groaned, thrusting into her until she bit his tail to stop from screaming as she came. He groaned and pressed as deep into her as he could as she tightened around him, enjoying the feeling and softly thrusting until his hips jerked against her and he started filling her again.
He lay against her, pulling her over and kissing her as they panted. "Oh, Lacy, you have no idea how long I've vanted to pull you into my bed," he told her.
She opened her eyes a little. "Kurt, it's not the first time we've had sex, not even the... first ten," she told him.
"Ja, but zhey vere not in my bed," he told her. "My bed is bigger zhan your bed, and I can make love to you in it all night, and day," he said, stroking her face.
Lacy looked up at him, her brow quirking as she tried to figure out how she felt about him calling what they were doing making love, and saying that he wanted to do it to her all day and night.
"Maybe I vill take a picture of you laying here," he said, smiling.
"Wha- why?" She asked incredulously.
"Because, Lacy, I told you; you look amazingly beautiful, especially here, in zhis after glow look you have." He ran his hand down her face tenderly.
Lacy looked away from him, nervousness about if what he was saying was really how he felt filling her.
"Lacy," he said, making her look back to him as he kissed her collar bone. "You admitted zhat you are beautiful, don't take it back now, or I vill have to make you stay zhe night so I can keep making you admit it, until it gets zhrough to your head," he told her.
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