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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.

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Hello, everyone! I survived the terror known as Black Friday, and the before show on Thanksgiving, and despite sickness in my house, crazed schedules, and overloaded work hours, I've put together another chapter, so I hope you enjoy! ADDITIONAL WARNINGS! Fluff... again... Mutual masturbation, S/H,

Kurt smiled as he stretched, thinking of how Lacy had looked the night before as she lay in his arms, in his bed. He really had been tempted to take a picture of her.
He turned to the spot she had been laying, burying his face in the pillow with the smile still plastered on.
There was a knock on his door, and he looked up at it as though it had called him a rude name. "Vhat?" He asked.
"Kurt, can I talk to you?" Kitty's voice came through the door.
Kurt's look of irritation left, as Kitty didn't get on his nerves as much as most of the people who might come to his door. "Ja, sure," he said. "Just a second." He climbed from his bed and pulled on the jeans he'd left on the floor next to the bed after he’d walked Lacy out before he opened the door. "Vhat's up?"
Kitty followed him into the room, sitting on the edge of the bed as he dug in the closet for a shirt. "Well... I wanted to talk to you about Lacy." He turned to look at her with a warning look. "She seems really nice," she said, and he turned back to the closet. "She's a bit shy, but nice. I just wanted to say... Well... Be careful," she said, looking away.
Kurt pulled on a shirt as he turned, a suspicious look on his face. "Be careful of vhat, have you been talking to Scott?"
"No, Kurt, that's not what I meant. Just, I know you like Lacy a lot, but I remember what happened last time you got close to a woman. You're a really kind and caring person, Kurt," she told him, looking into his eyes. "And my friend. I don't want you to get hurt. That's all," she explained.
Kurt relaxed, nodding. "Ok, Kitty, I understand." He sat next to her on the bed, laying back. "Did you like her?" He asked.
"I told you, Kurt; she seemed really nice, but she was a little shy," she told him.
"Ja, she vas nervous," he admitted. "Didn't you zhink she vas beautiful?"
"She was pretty," she said.
Kurt looked over to her. "She doesn't zhink so."
Kitty looked down at him. "Really? Or is she just being modest?"
Kurt sighed. "Really," he told her. "She... Has trouble vhen I say some zhings- Like liebling, still, or hint zhat I like her a lot, she gets nervous vhen I say make love, und- I'm sure zhat if I said anyzhing about love she vould have a panic attack..." Kitty's empathetic look made him feel comfortable enough to confide in her, "but... Kitty, even zhough she has troubles vizh zhat... She asked me- she said it; make love..."
Kitty's eyebrows rose. "She said it?"
Kurt smiled as he nodded. "She did. Do you zhink... Maybe... Does she..." He trailed off, almost afraid to ask the question.
"You're wondering if she likes you as much as you like her?" She asked.
Kurt looked away to the window, whispering, "ja."
"I don't know, Kurt, you'd have to ask her, but, she may not know the answer to that herself, especially if she doesn't have a lot of experience with these kind of relationships," Kitty told him.

Lacy laid in her bed, curled around herself.
Make love...
Make love, why did she have to say that? Why did she call it that? She wiped at her eyes with her blanket. She felt so stupid. She felt that Kurt had humored her, calling it that after she had, but she wondered if he really thought of it that way, or if she was maybe over thinking things; maybe she was the only one who thought there was more emotion involved with making love than with just having sex.
It didn't help that she was crying about it, either; it made her feel even more stupid.
It had been a few days since she'd visited Kurt, and they'd told him that they all had to stay in for a few more days, just to be safe, and Lacy hadn't been able stop obsessing about the moment in the shower, right before Kurt had-
Making love seemed like it was the right words for what had happened, but had he meant to, or was he nervous about slipping and falling, or hurting her still bruised body?
The moment just before it had happened, when she'd asked him, when she'd said those words, kept running through her mind, distracting her at work.
She wiped her eyes as there was a knock at her door, and stood up, throwing the blankets back. She looked through the peephole and saw Doug standing there. Lacy wiped her eyes again before opening the door. “Hi, Doug, what’s up?” She asked, trying to sound normal.
“I was just wondering if you’d be able to fix my suit, I uh, lost some weight and it’s really loose, now,” he told her before looking up to her face from the floor. “Lacy, is something wrong?”
“I- um- just…” She couldn’t think of what to say.
“Did something happen? Are you alright?” He pressed.
“Well… It’s a long story…” she trailed off.
“You want to get a burger and talk about it?” He asked.
Lacy wiped her nose and shrugged. “Sure,” she said, pulling on her shoes.
They went to the street and caught a cab to a nicer sit down restaurant, ordering food and waiting for the server to walk away before talking. “So. What happened?” Doug asked.
“Well… I have a boyfriend,” she told him.
“Oh. I thought you swore off men,” he commented.
“Yeah, I did. But… He’s not like other men… And… I’m sure that sounds stupid if you don’t know him…” She sighed. “So, that problem I had… Getting close…”
“Yeah,” he answered, taking a drink of the water in front of him.
Lacy looked at the table, drawing patterns with her finger. “He says I’m beautiful…”
Doug took the drink offered by the waitress, and Lacy let her set hers down. “So? Is he sarcastic when he says it?”
“No…”
“You are pretty, you know,” he told her, staring at his drink and sipping it as his cheeks heated.
Lacy looked up to him. “Doug…”
“I mean, if I wasn’t after that lady tiger, I might ask you out,” he continued.
Lacy was silent, staring at the table, looking uncomfortable.
“Don’t laugh,” he told her.
“I’m not,” she told him. “I’m trying- to- breath… Haaa,” she let out a breath.
“Sorry,” he told her.
“It’s ok,” she told him, successfully staving off the panic attack. “It’s just… He… I don’t even know how to explain it, Doug. When he says the things he does, it’s like it feels good to hear him say them, then it hurts because, what if he didn’t mean it? When you said it, I felt uneasy, but I could brush it off if you didn’t mean it, but, I can’t brush off anything he says…” She told the table.
Doug put his hand on hers. “Lacy, have you thought that maybe you really like him?”
“I do like him,” she said. “I mean more, like maybe lo-”
“I- uh… Can’t,” she interrupted him, her breath speeding up. “I- start, this…”
Doug squeezed her hand. “It’s ok, it’s hard to think of sometimes, especially with some things that happen in the past,” he agreed.
Lacy tried to quietly gasp for air as the waitress placed their plates in front of them, and when she left, she looked up to Doug. “I’m glad- you’re my friend, Doug,” she told him. “It’s so nice- to talk to someone- who knows what- I mean instead of assuming- that it’s one way or the other, especially with this…”
He smiled to her, a real smile, not the usual shy smile he gave every one else. “Yeah, people really get on my nerves when they assume things, stereotype based on how they feel about it…”

Lacy sat in her office, thinking about her conversation with Doug earlier. She really was glad he was her friend.
She paused in her typing, looking to the door, feeling a little nervous as she wondered if Peter was going to come bother her tonight. She felt a little apprehensive, not looking forward to seeing and talking to him like she used to.
The sun had set at least an hour ago, and she was off in another hour when she heard a tapping.
Her head shot up as she looked around, thinking for some reason that she had fallen asleep at home as was dreaming that she was at work. She pinched herself, but it hurt.
She looked around and saw a shadow by the top of the doorway, so she stood and made her way to the hall, looking around.
She saw Kurt on the ceiling, and he waved silently, a giant smile on his face. He slipped into her office and she followed him, closing the door behind her.
He dropped to the ground and pulled her close. “Mm, it’s so gut to see you, Lacy,” he told her.
“Kurt, what are you doing here?” She asked.
“Ve finally got zhe go ahead to go out, and it feels like it’s been forever since I saw you; I couldn’t stay avay,” he smiled a little sheepishly. He pulled her close again, kissing her deeply and making her forget that they could get into trouble until he pulled back.
“How did you get in here?” She asked.
“I just followed somevone, on zhe ceiling, zhough,” he smiled.
“You’re lucky no one saw you,” she told him.
“Are you kidding?” He joked. “No vone ever looks at zhe ceiling. Zhat’s vhy all zhe horror movie monsters hide zhere.”
There were footsteps in the hall, and, at this time of night, Lacy felt sure that they were headed to her office.
“Kurt, you could get into trouble for being here, not to mention if anyone told the senator, hide- here, get under this desk, no one will see you there,” she told him, urging him behind and under the desk. “Just be quiet, and don’t move or anything,” she whispered as the footsteps stopped outside her door. She quietly hurried back to her desk, sitting down as the door opened.
“Uh, hi,” she greeted as Peter walked in.
“Hi, there, Lacy,” he said, letting the door close on it’s own as he moved closer to her.
“What’s up?” She asked as normally as she could.
“Lacy, I think you know.” She looked at him in confusion. “You know, all the talks we’ve had, all the things we’ve talked about…” His footsteps were small, making him take longer to get to her, and look more menacing. “How you’ve been acting recently.” The confusion deepened on her face. “I don’t think I can take the teasing anymore,” he told her, stopping next to her chair.
Lacy was feeling uncomfortable with his tone, and she stood up so she was closer to the same level and he wasn’t as intimidating as he stood over her. “What are you talking about?” She asked.
“Come on, Lacy, you haven’t been teasing me for the last few months? I’m ready to collect on it all,” he said, his heated eyes sweeping over her body suggestively.
Lacy’s nervousness escalated at his tone and body language, realizing that he wanted to have sex with her in her office. “I- uh- I’m not sure where you got the idea that I’ve been teasing you, Peter, I really don’t- but- I’m sorry, I’m not interested-”
“So,” he interrupted her. “You’re not interested?”
“No, Peter, I’m not-”
“Oh, Lacy, your words are saying no, but your body is saying yes,” he told her, stepping closer. “What’s wrong? Are you one of those girls that tease and say no because you like being pushed against the wall and taken? Oh, I think you are, you wild, dirty thing,” he said as she took half a step back, inadvertently towards the wall behind her.
Kurt looked out from under the desk, his tail lashing back and forth as he tried to get a view of what was going on through the inch between the desk and the ground. How dare some jerk come in here and talk to his girlfriend like that? And insinuate such things, saying she liked to be pushed against the wall and taken? He knew she did, but it sounded dirty the way this man said it.
Lacy glanced at Kurt’s hiding place, glad that he was still hidden. “Peter, listen, don’t do this, you’re confused. It’s probably all the formaldehyde in the morgue, right?” She joked hopelessly, trying to give him a way out.
Peter stepped closer, his lips curving in a smile. “Don’t worry, we just have to be quiet so no one hears, we won’t get into trouble,” he told her as though that was her fear.
Lacy felt herself panicking, losing hold of what to do. Should she scream? But no one was down here- fuck, no one was down here! It was just her, Kurt, and this crazy version of Peter getting closer to her, and she was sure that Kurt wouldn’t stand there and watch her be raped, but she couldn’t let him be discovered and turned in to the senator for whatever torture and death awaited him there.
Peter pushed her back the last couple of steps to the wall, his hand on her breast. “Don’t, Peter,” she told him, pushing at him. His hand took her left, the one pushing the hardest, and moved it to the wall beside her head as though she wasn’t even struggling. Her eyes widened, but she realized that she shouldn’t be surprised, after all, he came to work every day and picked up and carried full grown (and sometimes not) humans, placing them where they needed to be. “Don’t,” she said again.
“Lacy, don’t worry, I’ve heard you talk, and I’ll teach that naughty tongue to behave,” he told her leaning closer.
“Peter, you don’t want to do this, it’ll be rape, don’t,” she tried to reason with him. “Just don’t, think about it for a minute! Do I look like I’m interested in doing it right now?”
Peter pulled back a little, but still pressed her against the wall with his body. “Look, I know you’re playing coy, but that’s a little far, isn’t it?”
“I’m not playing coy,” she told him, her eyes flicking to the desk to make sure Kurt was still safely under it.
“What, are you a Mary Sue or something?” He asked. “At work is too out there for you?”
“No, I’m not-”
“That’s it, isn’t it, all that big talk, and you’re actually dull in the sack, too boring to do the exciting things?”
“Peter, stop-”
“Don’t worry, little Mary Sue, I’ll show you, it can be exciting to do it in new places,” he told her.
Kurt stood from behind the desk, glaring at the back of the man who had his woman against the wall. An almost silent growl left his lips, and Lacy looked at him, her expression worried as her free hand came up a little and gestured to him to hide again. He shook his head, still planning on turning this man into pulp.
Lacy’s eyes widened at him as she gestured again, asking, “please!” Kurt slowly sank back down, still glaring at Peter.
“I will, Lacy, don’t worry,” Peter said in what he thought was reply to her.
She looked back to him. “I was saying please don’t.”
“Lacy, just relax,” he told her, pressing against her mouth.
Lacy pulled back as far as she could, feeling like she’d start melting into the wall, but he pushed against her mouth harder, his tongue pressing in and taking hers. She could feel herself panicking. She wasn’t strong enough. She’d never break free by herself. She could pray that someone would come down and help her, even though Kurt had looked like he was about to jump across the desk and rip Peter’s head off. Movement was hard; she couldn’t fight much with herself and one of her arms pinned against the wall.
Peter pressed his groin into her hip, and Lacy moved her hand away so she didn’t have to feel it. But wait- the idea flew into her head, and her hand moved to him, grabbing what she could and squeezing. She used every ounce of strength her hand could come up with, her whole body tensing to lend power.
Peter pulled back from her mouth, but didn’t dare yank his tenderest bits out of her vice grip fist. His body jumped, successfully dislodging himself and stepping back with wide eyes. “You crazy bitch!” he declared, backing away. He turned and ran for the door, and Lacy chased him.
“Not something a Mary Sue would do, right?!” She yelled, closing the door and sliding down it.
Kurt was suddenly there at her side, asking, “Are you alright, Lacy?” He hesitated to touch her, unsure if it would be welcome after that.
“Kurt, will you get me the hand sanitizer from that desk,” she asked, pointing at it. He got it for her, crouching again next to her. Lacy took the offered bottle and pumped it into her hands, scrubbing at the right one furiously. Next was her shirt over her breast where he’d touched her, then she pumped it into her mouth, gagging and raking her fingers over her tongue as the thick, sanitizer filled drool fell onto the floor in a small pool.
“Lacy, vhat are you doing?” Kurt asked, taking the bottle from her and putting it behind him so she couldn’t reach it.
“Trying to get rid of him,” she said, and the action of speaking broke the barrier she’d built, the tears starting to pour down her cheeks.
Kurt felt as though his heart was being stabbed with a dull knife and he scooped her up, holding her against him. “Lacy,” he murmured, pulling back enough to look into her tear filled eyes before he kissed her. He quickly pulled back, though. “Ach, zhat is awful,” he agreed, but moved back to her lips, enduring the sanitizer’s taste to help her feel better. He slowly moved his hand so that the back of it brushed across the wet spot on her shirt, not groping as Peter had, but gently rubbing to try and make her body forget it’s trauma. She silently cried, feeling the caring he was putting into touching her. Finally, he took her hand and moved it to his chest, rubbing it against the fabric of his shirt.
Lacy pulled back, her lip trembling slightly, and wrapped herself around him, gasping into his shoulder as the panic attack finally set in. Kurt held her tightly. “I’m sorry, Lacy… I vish you vould have let me pulverize him… Vhy did you stop me?” He asked gently.
“Can’t- let you- get caught- the senator- hurt you-” she gasped.
Kurt sighed, burying his nose into her shoulder. “How could you zhink about me vhen you are in a situation like zhat?”
The words that almost left Lacy’s lips were, ‘how could I not think of you, always?’ The realization of what she had been about to say hit her, and her hands tightened on him, the gasping getting harder to hold back.
Kurt stroked her back and shushed her gently, trying to calm her down. “It’s ok, Lacy, it vill be ok, I’m here. Just breazhe, Lacy, everyzhing vill be ok…”

Lacy walked down the street, lost in her thoughts, what had happened, what Kurt had said…
She felt almost alone in them, except she knew that he was following her, guarding her from the rooftops.
Just that morning she had been worried about if Kurt really felt about her the way he hinted that he did, worrying that he'd suddenly lose interest after her her slip in the shower, and now, he was escorting her home, watching over her from the roofs.
She glanced up at where she thought he was, then back to the pavement, finally having reached her building. She climbed the stairs, getting to her door and opening the window where he was already waiting.
He came in and closed the window, following her as she went to the ottoman and sat down, pulling her knees up to her. “Lacy,” Kurt said, kneeling in front of her and wrapping his arms around her.
“I wasn’t,” she told him.
“You veren’t vhat?” he asked.
“I wasn’t teasing him, or leading him on, or anything… I didn’t want to do anything with him…”
“I know,” Kurt soothed. “He shouldn’t have done vhat he did, it’s not your fault, liebling,” he told her, making her eyes widen and shoot up to his. “I’m sorry, Lacy,” he told her, pulling her back to him again, hoping to stop a panic attack.
Lacy pushed back, suddenly standing, and Kurt watched her in shock as she tore off her clothes as though they were made out of ants. “I just-” she sobbed as she threw them on the ground, kicking them away, until she stood in just her panties, running her hands through her hair and pulling the loose braid from it.
Kurt stood, touching her arm silently. She threw herself at him, holding tight to him as she cried. “Kurt, please…” she trailed off, not finishing the thought as another round of sobs choked their way out. “I just wish I didn’t have a photographic memory…” She buried her face in his chest for a moment before her hands moved down and pulled his shirt off.
“Lacy?” He asked, surprised at her actions.
“Please, make it go away,” she asked, looking up at him.
He took her hands in his, feeling the dull stabbing knife in his heart again. “I’m sorry, Lacy, I vish I could make it stop…” He moved one of his hands to her cheek. “I can’t, but… Maybe I can help you forget for a little vhile,” he told her, bringing her jaw closer and kissing her.
He was slow and gentle, not wanting to make her remember the roughness of the attack, his tongue softly asked for entrance, and she accepted, throwing herself in it and roughly kissing him back, desperate to forget. But he pushed her back, kissing her slowly, knowing that trying to forget was just another way that the memory stayed alive.
After another minute, his hands moved over her, stroking down her sides and back, up along her stomach and around her ribs to her back again, anywhere that wasn’t a tender spot.
Lacy pulled back, looking at him in confusion. “Kurt-”
“Shh,” he said gently, whispering against her lips. “Lassen Sie mich Ihnen helfen, zu vergessen.” She didn’t answer, but was much more relaxed and compliant when he started slowly kissing her again. {let me help you forget}
He gently moved them onto her bed, laying her down and hovering half over her on his knees and one elbow, his other hand still stroking her face and hair.
His hand moved over her ribs, massaging the spots that made her cry out in pleasure when he bit them. It trailed down her side, then over to her stomach, pausing to circle her belly button with his fingers.
His lips pulled away from hers, kissing down her neck, between her breasts, and his lips and hands moved over her, kneading, kissing, nibbling, and touching anywhere on her body that wasn’t her breasts or covered by her panties.
Lacy felt the pained slowness of him washing away the fresh, raw memories constantly in her mind’s eye. His hand moved over her hip, followed by his lips, making their way around so he could kiss her inner thigh, making tingles spread from the spot. She gasped as his tongue flicked out against her inner thigh, but unconsciously twitched away.
Kurt gently pushed her leg back to where it had been, moving away and back up her body, keeping to the spots that didn’t hold any sexual thoughts; her sides, back, and stomach. He knew that only tenderness was going to help this, and he was willing to put himself aside and drum up the patience it was going to take.
He pulled close to Lacy’s jaw, kissing it until he could whisper in her ear, “Sie sind so schön… Lacy, lass mich dich halten? Bitte?” {you’re so beautiful, let me hold you, please}
She looked up at him. “Aren’t you holding me already?” She asked breathily.
He smiled to her. “Einerseits wird nicht halten.” {one hand is not holding}
“Then why are you waiting?” She asked.
He wrapped his arm around her, letting his other hand hold her cheek as he laid next to her fully, letting his hand travel over her back, soothingly stroking all the skin he could reach. His hand lowered, tracing the edge of her panties for a moment before slipping under them the tiniest bit. Lacy pulled back from his lips to gasp and his movements paused. “Dir alles in Ordnung?” He asked. {are you alright}
“Yes,” she told him, catching her breath and going back to his lips.
Kurt let his hand continue to slowly slip under her only clothing, moving around one cheek to make sure she was ready for the touch. He paused again as her hands moved down to his pants, unfastening them and pushing. “Lacy, was machst du?” {what are you doing}
“Your pants are scratchy, do you wash them in wool or something?” She asked.
“Sind Sie sicher, dass Sie bereit sind-?” He asked, stopping her hand. {are you sure that you’re ready-}
She stopped him with a questioning look, and his hands and tail helped her completely remove his pants. He was nervous that seeing how hard he was from touching her might make her remember her earlier encounter, but she just ran her hand back up his chest, moving to meet him for a kiss.
Kurt’s hand moved back down her body, this time smoothing down her stomach and toying with the edge of her panties. She moaned against his lips and he pulled back, going to the edge of her breast instead.
His fingers teased the edge of the soft mound, until she turned and he was touching her. It was the same breast that Peter and roughed up, so Kurt was careful, softly touching, gently moving his fingers across the expanse of tender flesh.
The only noises she made were moans of pleasure, though, so he continued on his journey to the peak, smoothing his hand over it and rolling her nipple with his palm as he gently stroked her.
“Kurt,” she gasped against him, and he felt his hips jerk against her in need.
‘No,’ he thought. ‘I have to keep it together, for her… Be strong, body,’ he willed himself.
Lacy’s hand moved over him, finding his tail squeezing his own thigh. “Why are you doing that?” She asked from the haze he had put her in.
Kurt didn’t answer, just ran his fingers along her jaw and kissed her again. She didn’t press the question, just moaned as his finger circled her nipple, then moved over it, making a circle with it underneath.
His fingers slowly slid down her stomach, making goose bumps of desire rise in their path. He got to her panties, again toying with the band for a moment before gently moving over the fabric.
Lacy’s hand moved down to his treasure trail, tangling there and stopping as she pulled back to gasp in a breath before moaning it back out. Kurt’s mouth moved to her neck, kissing and nuzzling there, his hot breath making her nipples perk up even more. “Kurt,” she breathed after minutes that felt like hours of this almost-touch torture. “Just take them off…”
He paused to look up at her, but her heated cheeks didn’t lie, and she was loving the attention he was giving her. He complied with her wishes, the panties soon joining the rest of her clothing next to the ottoman.
Kurt moved his hand over her, taking in her completely naked body and gently squeezing the tender parts. She became restless against him, and he slid his hand back down between them, hesitating for a second before touching her. He stroked the softness that met him, feeling swollen and needy, enjoying it as she pressed against his hand and moaned to him.
His finger moved to the cleft above where her clit hid, knowing that it was waiting as well, but unsure about how ready it would be for touch. He slowly reached in, paying attention to any movement her hips made, until he found the little bud that caused her to cling to him.
He pulled back from her lips, watching her face as he gently rubbed it. She opened her eyes to look up at him, gasping in pleasure as her legs fall a little farther apart. Her hand tightened on his shoulder, her eyes closing as she moaned up to him.
He slid his finger lower, just making it to touch her opening before she pulled back with a nervous gasp. He moved his fingers away swiftly, returning to the soft, puffy mound until she calmed and he slowly started venturing towards her wetness again.
Her hand again drifted down his body, this time making it all the way to where he was jutting against her. “Lacy, Warte-”
“But I want you to come, too,” she told him.
Something tender tugged at his heart. “Stopp, ich habe eine Idee,” he told her, his tail leaving his thigh to wrap around himself instead, the tip of it moving to settle against her clit as his fingers held her open. {wait- stop, I have an idea}
Lacy looked up at him apprehensively, not sure what he was going to do. Kurt took her leg and pulled it over his hip so that his tail could stroke her, and his hand made it’s way back up to her breast.
He started moving his tail, awkwardly until he got in the rhythm of it, then they were both being pleasured by it as it moved up and down his hot stiffness and across her clit at the same time.
He kissed her, pulling her lips against his as his tail and other hand moved over her tender flesh, bringing moans and gasps from her.
His hand moved to her hip, tightening as his hips started thrusting against his tail movement, making the tip of him rub against Lacy’s soft belly. He groaned as she cried out, closing in on the heaven waiting for them.
Kurt started nipping at her shoulder, letting out soft noises against her as she arched and cried out, making the need in his stomach tighten. Even though it was his own tail around him, Kurt still felt as though he was pressing into Lacy, her moans filling his brain, and her soft skin rubbing against the tip of his swollen, need filled hardness.
Her fingers tightened on him, her head tossed back as she cried out his name, and he knew her inner walls were tightening, even though the only hints he could feel was the way her hips slightly moved. “Komm schon, Lacy, ein weiteres,” he groaned into her collar bone, though she was still crying out from the orgasm still rippling through her. “Mindestens eine weitere,” he corrected himself as her cries drove him wild. {come on, Lacy, one more. A least one more.}
Lacy couldn’t stop herself; she was moaning, calling for Kurt, wanting him to join her in the pleasured thralls of orgasm, but he just kissed her, and when she moaned again, he kissed her bottom lip, making little rows of kisses around and under it.
He gasped against her as she felt herself starting the journey again, and hearing him panting with need made her feel a tightening in her stomach.
Kurt felt Lacy’s hands tighten on him, pulling him closer as she got closer. He was glad, because he hadn’t been sure he’d last long enough for her to join him, but she sounded like she was right there with him. He buried his face in her neck, groaning out, “oh, Lacy, ja…”
Lacy moved, arching her back so that her breast was touching his hand, and he took it, massaging it and rolling the nipple as his tail and hips thrust. “Oh-” she suddenly cried out. “Oh, Kurt, yes- ahhh!”
Kurt felt her hips jerking slightly again and knew she was coming. He clenched his jaw so he didn’t bite her, also muffling his groans, and unwrapped his tail as he felt himself tip over the edge, pushing his hips against her so that his cum pooled on her stomach for a moment before running down onto the bed, getting all over her hand as she reached down and stroked him, keeping his orgasm going until he was empty.
“Oh, Lacy,” he sighed into her shoulder with a feeling of euphoria.
She pushed him back and nuzzled lower, kissing his chest and gasping against him as her body still twitched.
Kurt ran his hands over her, feeling the ripples of tingles it set off and the pride it brought. He just held her close, running his hands over her, and enjoying the after effects for a while. “Did it feel as gut for you?” He asked.
“I don’t know, did it feel like the world was collapsing around you and you were floating above it?” She asked breathily against his chest.
He put his hand under her chin and tilted it up. “Ja,” he told her, kissing her deeply while his hand still ran over her tender body. “Just like zhat, aber, besser, because I vas vizh you,” he told her, going back to her mouth.
Lacy felt a feeling of joy still bubbling up in her stomach and spreading through her from their act. ‘I only feel this way with you,’ she thought to him, since her mouth was still filled with his. ‘Only with you...' She gasped into his mouth and Kurt's tongue circled hers before their lips met again, and a tear grew in her eye. 'Please don't hurt me,' she thought, then immediately refused to acknowledge.
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Starting with an accidental encounter