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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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Hi everyone! It has been a long time. I didn't want it to be this long, but I've been having some family, home, and work problems :( On the bright side, they might promote me to manager, on the down side, I have to work my ass off for a few more months to prove I'm ready, all of my kitchen appliances that have to do with water have broken and need to be fixed, after my car broke and needed to be fixed, and the insurance is due (I pay six months at a time, so it's a lot), and family members are taking turns being in and out of the hospital... *sigh* Sorry to unload, just overloaded. Anyway, here's a chapter, it's a bit sad at the end, but, you know, life isn't always happy. Additional tags; wet dream, solo.

Lacy laid in her bed, huddled under the blankets. She tried to read, but she couldn’t focus. The memory of Kurt accusing her of cheating kept replaying when she closed her eyes. She felt the trembling in her lip start again and pulled the pillow close as the tears came.
She hated feeling this vulnerable. Hated it with a fiery passion that burned in her chest. She’d developed the hatred growing up in the foster system, having to get tough quick to keep up with the kids who had been in tough situations, getting into fights, having to defend herself. Crying or showing emotions only got you beat up more.
The toughest part was that she had let the walls down, even if it was just a little, and he’d turned on her.

Kurt stood outside Kitty’s door, hesitating a moment before knocking.
Kitty opened the door and looked out at him. “Kurt, I don’t know if I can handle being polite right now,” she warned him.
“Kitty- I just… I need your help,” he told her sadly.
“Well, you do need help, but I’m not a psychology major. You should visit the Professor.”
“No, Kitty… I need technical help; finding Lacy’s phone number…” She looked at him silently, waiting for him to continue. “I vant to call her… She von’t let me in…”
“Gee, I wonder why,” she said sarcastically. “And why should I help you find her number?”
“Because, I vant to tell her I’m sorry, zhat I’m an idiot- Kitty, please help me, you’re my only hope…”
Kitty glared at him through narrowed eyes for a moment. “You are an idiot. But you’re also my friend. I guess I’ll help you,” she said with a sigh.

Lacy opened the door and threw her bag onto her chair gently, not wanting to damage the dvds she’d bought.
She went to the fridge and pulled out a soda, walking past the phone, not noticing at first that the light was blinking, but stopped and stepped back looking at it in confusion. No one ever left her a message. She didn’t know that many people, it was true, and almost none of them called her.
She picked up the phone and pushed the button for the message, expecting a sales call.
“Lacy, I- it’s Kurt, I-”
Lacy pulled the phone from her ear and stared at it in shock. She hung up and put it back in the cradle. “I don’t care,” she told herself. “I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care,” she chanted, trying to push away the tears waiting to come out.
She went to her closet, pulling out a box in the corner and digging in it until she found a half empty bag of old Valentine's laffy taffy, the one she’d bought herself after her last boyfriend had broken up with her. She pulled one out and opened it, chewing hard on the stiff candy.
The sudden, loud ringing of the phone surprised her and she looked at it, standing and slowly walking to the thing, finally picking it up as she wondered who would be calling her. “Hello?” she asked uncertainly.
Kurt’s voice filled her ear. “Lacy, I’m so glad I-”
Lacy’s eyes slammed closed and she hung up the phone. A moment later the phone rang again, but Lacy didn’t answer it. Unfortunately, the machine did, out loud so she could hear.
“Lacy, I’m sorry, bitte… I understand zhat you are mad at me, I do, really; I vas such an idiot. Lacy, bitte, pick up-”
Lacy couldn’t stand to hear his voice, so she grabbed her bag of laundry and quickly left her apartment, still chewing on the taffy in her hand.
The answering machine hung up on Kurt and he stared down at the phone sadly.
“Are you really surprised?” Kitty asked.
Kurt closed his eyes, feeling the pain radiate through him. “No,” he whispered.
Kitty could hear the pain in his voice and relented a little. “Well… Maybe she just needs some time to cool off,” she suggested.
“It’s been a veek…” he said mournfully.
“Maybe she needs more,” she told him. “What you did was-”
“I know, Kitty,” he interrupted, looking up at her. “I know vhat I did vas stupid, und terrible, und unforgivable, but I zhink I- I zhink I might… Kitty, it hurts to know zhat I hurt her so badly…”
Kitty looked at him trying to guess at what he’d been about to say. “You think you might… Wait, you think you might-!” Her eyes widened. “Kurt, seriously?!” He looked away, shame still covering his face. “Then how could you do that?!”
“I don’t know, Kitty… Zhat’s vhat I’ve been vondering for zhe last veek…” He admitted. “How could I be such a terrible person…”
Kitty shook her head. “Kurt…”

Lacy opened her door, looking around as though making sure no one was going to attack her. She sat on the ottoman, looking around, still.
As she opened her laptop and started on work, the phone rang. She looked at it, knowing it was Kurt again. She dug into the bag she’d set down next to her, pulling out her headphones and plugging them in, starting the transcription file where she’d left off, concentrating on what was being said, closing her eyes and typing. She finished the file and opened another one, working through that one for another while until she couldn’t concentrate.
When she checked her phone, she had five new messages since that morning from Kurt. She sighed and pushed play.
“Lacy, I just vant to talk to you, bitte-”
Delete.
“Lacy, bitte, listen, I know I vas an idiot-”
Delete.
“Lacy, please, please, please-”
Delete.
“I- Lacy, I have to talk to you-”
Delete.
“Lacy, Kitty says zhat you are probably just deleting zhese messages, but, please listen,” Kurt’s voice begged.
Lacy paused, her finger hovering over the delete button.
“I vant to say I’m sorry, for being so stupid, and for even zhinking anyzhing I said, or zhought, I- I know zhat you vouldn’t- Lacy…”
It was silent for a moment, and Lacy felt tears pushing at her eyes from how much pain was communicated by the dead air.
“Lacy, I- I can’t say vhat I vant to over zhe phone, I have to see you, I vant to tell you in person, because I know vhat vill happen vhen I say zhe vords. Bitte, Lacy-”
The machine cut him off and Lacy stood frozen with the phone to her ear.
Most of what he had said was nonsense, just begging for forgiveness, but it still hurt her to hear his voice. She blinked, realizing that she was crying. “Stupid,” she cursed, rubbing her eyes.
The phone rang in her hand and she looked at the number, recognizing it as the blocked one Kurt was using.
She hit the answer button quickly followed by the end call button. “Liar,” she whispered blandly. “They always lie. They always say things; I’m sorry... I don’t want to hurt you… I love you… It’s not you, it’s me…” She wiped her eyes again. “Well it’s not me! It’s you!” She cried out, throwing the phone at her bed.
She went into the bathroom and washed her face, seeing how red and puffy it was getting. There was a knock at the door and she cautiously went to answer it, wondering if Kurt had somehow gotten into the building. She looked out the peephole and saw Doug. She opened the door, wiping at her face again. “Hi, Doug,” she said.
“Hi, Lacy,” he said shyly, looking up to her. “Still having trouble?” She shrugged, looking away. “Well, I wanted to check on you… I know, I’m headed out in a little bit, come with me,” he said.
She looked up. “I don’t think so, sorry…”
Doug took a breath, putting his shoulders back and standing straight to look at her. She looked at him in confusion. She knew he was shy, only able to be confident in his fur suit, but he was looking almost that confident now, with not even a scrap of fur on. “Lacy, I’m not going to let you sit up here and mope. You’ve been locked away for weeks, I haven’t even seen you going to work,” he said.
“Yeah, I work at home now,” she told him.
“What? I thought you liked going to an office to work?”
“Yeah, until something happened there…” she looked away.
“Oh, well…” He drew himself up again. “Lacy, I’m not taking no for an answer. Get ready to go with me.”
“Doug, I look like Hell,” she said, gesturing to her face.
“But you’ll be wearing a mask… Lacy, I told you, I’m not taking no for an answer, so… Get your tail and stuff now and get ready to go!” He told her forcefully, looking nervous and making her eyes widen.

Kurt sighed, feeling the pain in his heart. “Lacy, bitte, warum willst du nicht auf mich hören?” He asked himself in frustration. {please, why won’t you listen to me}
Kitty stopped next to Kurt where he was sitting outside. “Still won’t answer?” She asked.
“Oh, she answered,” he said morosely. “And hung up before I could say anyzhing…” Kitty put her hand on his back. “I- I zhink I have to try again- to see her in person…”
“Well, I can’t say I know what you should do, but I don't know if that’s a good a plan,” she told him as concern filled her face.
“I have to try,” he said, standing and going into the mansion. He showered and put on something that wasn’t dirty before walking out, glad that it was dark enough that he could take the fast way to Lacy’s apartment.
He was on the building next to hers when he saw Lacy leaving the building with a small bag, almost being dragged by another man who was carrying a large bag. They walked down the street and Kurt followed them, interested in what was going on.
They started running, seeing the bus approaching, and Kurt hurried to catch up with them. The bus left the stop with them on it, and Kurt followed, jumping and lightly landing on the bus so he didn’t have to waste all of his energy to not lose it.
He laid flat to remain unseen, and finally the bus stopped and they walked off. Kurt turned on his inducer and slid from the bus, letting the two get ahead of him before he started after them. He looked up at the building they’d stopped at. “Ein hotel?” He questioned, nervous that Lacy was trying to get him out of her system by finding a rebound bed partner.
Oh God, he hoped not.
He knew she’d had a lot of problems with sex before, but now, maybe she was feeling confident enough to try.
He shook his head. She wasn’t that kind of woman, he was just thinking of worst case scenarios…
He hoped.
Kurt quickly walked into the building, seeing a few people meandering in the entryway. He went to the desk and the clerk looked up. “Um, excuse me, have you seen a voman, about zhis tall, black hair, blue eyes, vizh a man, about zhis tall, brown hair…” He asked hopefully.
The clerk looked at the ceiling, moving her mouth around her face. “Hmmm… Oh! Yeah, I think so, I think they went down that way, probably headed to the event,” she answered.
“Oh, zhank you,” he said gratefully, turning and following her pointed finger.
He saw arrows pointing in a path to where the event was, but when he got there, the room was empty. He back traced his steps to the hall, finding that that event had been over for an hour, and found another sign, following that one to a conference that looked like an AA meeting. He poked his head in, and the people looked back at him. “Ah, sorry,” he apologized. “Just trying to find somevone.” He hurried back to the hall and was trying to find his way back to the front desk when he heard loud music coming from another room.
He walked forward seeing a sign. “Vhat is fu rave?” He asked himself quietly. “Furave. Fur ave? Fu rave…” He opened the door and peeked in, seeing the dark room filled with colorful lights flashing and spinning as the loud music played.
The door closed behind him and someone passed him, bumping into him and apologizing. He watched in shock as the painted and scantily clothed body moved around him, sporting a pair of cat ears matching the tail that passed.
He looked around, now paying attention to the people around him. They were all wearing something like the person before; having ears, tails, or fur somewhere, if not wearing mascot like outfits, covered head to toe in the stuff.
He couldn’t get rid of the stunned look from his face as he moved through the room. He would have never thought in a million years, in fact probably would have bet the farm on it not happening, that he would be the only normal looking human in a room so full of people they almost touched.
He stepped through another knot of people and saw a familiar body. Kurt paused to get a good look, taking in the black high heels, almost thigh high black and grey striped socks and matching tail, short black skirt, tight black tank top, grey and black striped arm warmers, and ears nearly hidden in her pulled up hair. She turned and he saw a black mask, one of the ones that only covered around your eyes.
Lacy swung around, linking arms with Doug. She had to admit; the loud music and friendly faces were helping her feel better. She leaned in close to Doug’s face, telling him loudly, “thanks for dragging me along. You’re a good friend.” He pulled back from her gesturing to his head. “I know you know,” she told him, laughing and turning in a circle next to him, shaking so that her tail swung back and forth.
A hand rested on her shoulder and she jumped in surprise, turning around. Kurt stood before her, looking out of place in his image inducer. Lacy gasped and stepped back, pulling away and turning her head. “Lacy!” He called to her over the music.
Doug turned and saw her looking upset and stepped in front of her, raising his hand to the man, warning him to stop.
Lacy caught her breath and looked back, seeing Doug pushing Kurt back, but Kurt was fighting him, telling him to stop. Lacy stepped closer to Doug, putting her hand on his side and grabbing Kurt’s hand, starting to pull him to the door. She stopped next to it and told him, “you should go.” She turned and started on her way back to Doug, but he caught her hand, refusing to let her get away so easily.
A couple of people by them took notice and put their hands on Lacy’s shoulders and back, seeming to glare at Kurt, though the mascot type heads smiled. Lacy waved her free hand, telling them that it was ok, and they turned back to what they were doing, some still glancing to make sure she was ok. “What are you doing here, Kurt?” She asked.
“I- I vent to see you, and saw you leaving- I had to see you, Lacy,” he told her. She looked away, not saying anything. “Vhat is going on here, vhy are zhey all dressed like animals?” Kurt asked.
“They’re furries, they feel more comfortable dressed like that,” she told him.
“Vhy are zhey all staring at me?”
“Because you have that stupid thing on,” she answered. “You’d fit in better if you had it off. I have to go, and you should, too.” She turned again, but his hand tightened on hers, pulling her back to him. She turned and looked up to see that he’d turned the image inducer off and felt tears prickling in her eyes.
“Vhy are you dressed like a raccoon?” He asked.
Lacy fought the tears starting to pool in the corners of her eyes. “B-because I felt like it,” she told him. He pulled her even closer, and she blinked, fighting the feeling of tears discretely leaking under the edges of her mask.
Kurt stared into her eyes as he held her close, and she tried to stay away, leaning back over his arm a little. “I vould have chosen a much more beautiful animal for you,” he told her as his lips captured hers.
Lacy felt the electricity shoot through her, followed by the heat that always filled her when he kissed her. She tried to resist the feeling, but Kurt pulled her even tighter against him, one hand on the back of her head, holding her lips against his as he nearly pulled her breath from her, his other just above her hip, keeping her skin tight against him.
The kiss was seeming to last forever, Kurt’s tongue moved along the roof of her mouth, making her knees weak and her lip quiver, then it moved around hers, pulling back until he wasn’t kissing her anymore, speaking into her ear, begging. “Lacy, bitte, bitte... verzeihen Sie mir, ich bin so dumm, ich weiß, ich verdiene es nicht… Aber, bitte…” {please, please... forgive me, I'm so stupid, I know I don't deserve it… but, please...}
She could hear that he was near tears as well, but she closed her eyes and tried not to care, failing badly. Kurt pulled back, his hand on her cheek now as he tried to stare into her eyes. “Lacy… I- I don’t zhink…” She opened her eyes to see the pain in his. “I don’t zhink I’ll ever be happy again if you say no…”
Lacy felt the tingling in her stomach and the tears running down her face. “Lacy…” he asked, unsure of her silence. Lacy blinked again, closing her eyes and turning her head to the ground. Kurt felt his stomach in a moment of panic.
“Then… I won’t say no…” Kurt’s face lifted, a smile breaking out over his mouth. “But… I won’t say yes…” His smile dropped a little.
“But, you’re not saying no,” he confirmed, his hands tightening on her. She nodded and he pulled her close, burying his nose in her shoulder. “Zhank you, danke, oh, danke… I know it’s not a yes, aber, I’m just so happy it’s not a no, liebling,” he told her. She stiffened in his arms, her eyes widening and shooting to him. “I know, I know I said it, liebling, but I can’t stop, I- I’m so happy,” he pulled her against him. “Just breazh,” he told her. “I’ll try not to say it again…” He pulled back, his hand stroking her cheek as she held onto his arms. “And, zhink, who vould have ever zhought zhat I vould be able to kiss you, looking like zhis in a room full of people vizhout zhem pulling me avay and taking me to zhe senator, ja?” He smiled at her, listening as her breathing started to slow a little. “Zhat’s it, just breazh, everyzhing is going to be ok,” he told her, leaning closer and lightly kissing her on the lips. ‘As long as I have you,’ he thought to himself.
Lacy gently pulled herself from his arms. "Kurt, you should-”
Kurt cut her off, knowing that she was going to tell him to leave. “Vhat is a furry?”
Lacy paused, but she pointed around. “The animals that they’re dressed as, that’s how they feel about themselves, it’s a part of themselves they only feel safe to express here.”
“Zhey feel like zhey are zhat animal?”
“More or less, at least part of them,” she answered.
“Zhen, vhy in zhe Hell are you a raccoon and not a,” he paused as he searched his mind for the most beautiful animal he could think of. “Svan? Neine, not beautiful enough-”
“Kurt, it’s just something that was easy to throw together. Besides, how could I be something beautiful,” she muttered to herself.
Kurt put his hand on her arm, staring into her eyes. “Because you are zhe most beautiful voman in zhe vorld,” he told her. She stepped back and he let her arm go, but continued looking into her eyes despite the untrusting look she was giving him. “I’ve been a lot of places in zhe vorld, and you are zhe most beautiful vone I’ve found,” he told her.
Lacy looked away and told him, “I think you should go.”
Kurt took a breath and stepped closer to her. “Ok, I vill… to give you space… li- Lacy, may I- kiss you good night?” He asked. She was silent as the pounding music bounced around the room, but finally leaned forward and pecked him on the cheek. “Nein, eine echte,” he said in her ear as she hesitated to pull back, his lips turning to catch hers again, his hand wrapping around her and holding her close as he slowly devoured her mouth. {no, a real one}
After the flux in time that seemed to contain days but only last seconds, he pulled back, seeing her eyes still closed and her lips parted. He smiled, his hand stroking down her face. “Good night, Lacy,” he told her. “Have a good time, I hope I vill get to see you again soon.” He stepped back and turned on his image inducer before leaving the room and going home.
Kurt climbed the stairs and went into his room, but shortly after he closed the door there was a knock. He opened it and looked out.
“So?” Kitty asked. “You’re back kinda early…”
Kurt smiled as he looked at her, turning and going into the room to his entertainment center, her following him. “I saw her as she vas leaving.”
“Is that a good thing?” Kitty asked, wondering why he was smiling.
“Vell, I followed her, and I zhink it vas Doug vizh her.” Her eyes widened. “Zhey vent to a hotel.”
“Oh my God,” Kitty whispered in shock. Kurt turned and looked at her.
“Oh, no, zhey vere going to an event zhere, a fu rave? Or, I’m still not sure how to say es, but it vas people dressed as animals dancing,” he told her.
She nodded, her hands falling from her face slowly as her brows drew together. “And, what happened?”
Kurt turned back to his shelves, finding a movie to watch. “Vell, I saw her dancing, and I- vell I suppose it vas a little more zhan asking,” he muttered to himself. “I asked her to forgive me… I told her I vould never be able to be happy again if she didn’t…”
“What did she say?” He looked at her.
“She said she vouldn’t say no…”
“So she forgave you?”
Kurt shook his head softly, confusing her. “She said she vouldn’t say yes, eizher…”
“So she didn’t forgive you, but she’s not mad at you?” Kitty asked.
“I’m sure she’s still mad at me,” he answered. “But at least she doesn’t hate me and hasn’t told me to get out of her life.”
“Well, I guess that’s something,” Kitty comforted.

Lacy sat next to Doug on the bus, both hot, but him drying from being drenched in sweat. “So… That was Kurt?” He asked in their silence.
“Yeah…”
“He… didn’t seem too rude- I mean, at least he wasn’t calling me a fur-fucker or any other slurs…”
“He didn’t even know what a furry is,” she told him.
“Oh… So that was the first time he’s seen a party like that, or any one in a fur suit?” She nodded. “What did he say when you took him to the door?” Lacy looked at him defensively. “I-it’s just that you were gone for a while, I figured that you guys must have been talking,” he told her.
She looked away and shrugged. “Not much,” she answered as the bus stopped and they climbed off. “He was just asking me to forgive him…”
“Are you going to?” Doug asked.
“I don’t know. I want to say no, but I don’t know…”
“Well, come on, what did he even do that made you mad?”
She looked away. “He…” She sighed. “He said some stupid things. And did some stupid things…”
Doug rolled his eyes, still feeling some of the confidence from being in his fur suit all night. “You know, it was dark in there, but I do believe that I saw he was a man?” Lacy shot him a look and he nodded. “I thought so. And do you know what men’s speciality is?” He paused, but not long enough for her to speak. “Saying and doing stupid stuff! Seriously! That’s about eighty-five percent of the stuff we do- no, maybe seventy, the other thirty is filled with eating and sleeping,” he said.
Lacy looked over at him, feeling irritated that he was siding with Kurt. “But it was really stupid. It hurt…”
“Lacy, again, he’s a man-”
“Doug!” She snapped. “He accused me of cheating on him! With you! While he was-” she lowered her voice. “While we were… in bed…”
Doug raised an eyebrow. “In bed, or during bed time activities?”
“The second one,” she mumbled.
Doug looked away, shaking his head and thinking. “Wow… That is stupid… Seriously, who would jeopardize sex… While you’re already having it…” Lacy smacked his arm. “What? I’m just thinking out loud. But how did he even think of me?”
Lacy shrugged. “I guess one of the people he lives with saw us at your parent’s restaurant and mistook my panic attack for cuddling.”
Doug looked over at her. “Well… Weird.”

Lacy laid on her bed, reading, when the phone rang. She looked over at it, wondering who it was until the answering machine picked up.
“Lacy… I ah, just vanted to talk, about last night…” She turned and sat up, looking at the phone where it stood in it’s cradle, silent during his long pauses. “I vas hoping I’d get to talk to you and- I guess ask if you’ve given any more zhought about us… I-” Lacy heard him groan. “I zhink zhe machine is going to cut me off before I can finish vhat I'm trying to say... I’m going to call back and say it on zhe next message, bitte, please, please, please listen to zhe next-” the machine cut him off and Lacy cocked her head, waiting for the next message.
The phone rang, but she still didn’t answer it, waiting to hear his words despite being able to hear them sooner and longer if she picked up the phone.
“Lacy, I vant to tell you- Agh, vhy is zhis so hard to say over zhe phone?” He paused and Lacy leaned forward, wondering if he’d continue. “Lacy I vanted to tell you zhat I really- I mean really- like you… I’m sorry I vas so dumb, zhat I let Scott’s stupid vords get into my head, zhat I zhought any of zhat…” He sighed, his breath blowing past the phone. “I… I zhink zhe machine is going to hang up again… but I vant you to know it’s not me,” he told her. “Only good night, never good bye, right, Lacy?” After a moment the machine ended the message, leaving Lacy wide eyed.
She stood and looked at the phone, picking it up and replaying the message again. “Only good night, never goodbye, right, Lacy?” His voice asked again.
He was referring to when she’d told him she hated goodbyes because she’d heard it too often. He’d said goodnight instead, but was in the habit of saying goodbye when he left, so he told her that when he said it it was really good night, never goodbye.
He put his fingers on her chin and tilted it up, kissing the sour look on her nervous lips. “I didn’t mean zhat, it’s just too much of a habit. I’m not saying goodbye to you. Only goodnight.” She turned away, but he turned her chin back to him. “Only good night, never goodbye, right, Lacy?” He asked, kissing her again until she agreed.
Lacy put the phone back down and laid on her bed, staring at the ceiling.
Kurt sighed and put the phone back down stairs, making his way out of the front doors. He sat and looked up at the clouds and tried to think of something better, what he should have said instead of that fumbling he’d just done.

Lacy laid back on the bed as Kurt kissed down her stomach, his lips trailing across her skin and making goosebumps raise behind them. He looked up at her and moved to her lips. “Lacy, you taste delicious, have I told you that before?” He asked.
She didn’t answer, just moaned and arched to him.
He nipped her collarbone and she felt something touch her, slipping between her thighs and pushing them apart. She couldn’t tell if it was his tail or his hand, but it was starting to make her skin tingle. His hands ran down her sides, pausing at her hips to squeeze them before he pulled her closer.
Her eyes opened as she gasped, looking up at him, her eyes full of longing.
Why had she waited so long? He was a god, he always made her feel amazing, even if she hurt or was nervous.
“Lacy,” he whispered in her ear. “You feel so good,” he told her, making her gasp and arch as she lost herself in the feeling. He ran his tongue up her neck, nibbling at her jaw before he stopped at her ear again. “I can’t wait to get inside of you and make you mine,” he whispered and shivers of pleasure ran through her stomach.
Lacy’s hands ran down the back of his shoulders, pressing deep to feel the muscles hidden under the soft fur. “Kurt,” she moaned to him. “Oh, Kurt…”
Her panting was covering the rest of what she was trying to say, but he seemed to know what she wanted, sliding into her as his hands moved over her chest, teasing and tormenting her breasts, taunting and flicking her nipples into peaks of desire.
Lacy’s breath caught in her throat, she couldn’t take the torment any longer, and she felt herself tighten as she moaned.
Lacy’s eyes shot open and she looked around as the waves of amazing pleasure rolled through her body. She was in bed, had been asleep, and she was so pleasantly tingly…
“Oh,” she sighed as she laid back, realizing that she’d just orgasmed in her sleep.
“Oh,” she said a little stiffer as her face reddened. “Been awhile since that happened,” she mumbled as she turned over, trying not to think that her dreams were insanely accurate to how good Kurt was.

Kurt turned in his bed, his face going to the pillow Lacy had laid on when she’d been there. His hand moved up and smoothed across it a little as he thought about her.
His eyes turned to the ceiling as he tried to curb the enthusiasm his body was trying to show for the thought.
The image of Lacy laying under him, trying not to scream as she came, again, filled his mind, fueling his thoughts.
His tail moved to his erection unconsciously, brushing against it and making him jump. He realized what was going on and pushed his tail away, but it soon came back.
He wrapped his hands around his tail and looked at it, softly stroking it, running his fingers up and down it, imagining it was Lacy’s fingers instead of his softly tickling his fur.
She was amazing, maybe the best thing that had happened to him, even including joining the X-Men…
He closed his eyes, turning to the side with his arm under his head and his nose in the pillow, wishing it still smelled like her, but she’d hardly spent any time on it.
He choked back the emotions as his hand moved down his bare skin to his hardness, needing the release, hoping it would make him feel a little better, even if it was only for a little bit.
His hand stroked, up and down, but in his imagination he was with Lacy, kissing her neck, thrusting into her and telling her all the sweet nothings he couldn’t without causing a panic attack.
“Ah, Lacy… Liebling... Ich liebe dich,” he whispered against her throat, kissing and nuzzling, making her moan and pull at him, trying to get him closer, begging for more as he poured his heart out.
His teeth gently gripped the skin on his arm as he thought about nipping Lacy, but it fell from his mouth as he started whispering in German again. “ Bitte… Sie hassen Sie nicht mich... Bitte liebe mich auch… Lacy,” he groaned as he felt himself shooting, spilling cum in a puddle as the bitter feelings took hold and he realized the tears in the corner of his eyes weren’t just in the corners anymore. “Lacy…” He whispered, trying to hold back the pain from the sob. {Lacy… darling… I love you. Please… don’t hate me… please love me too}
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Starting with an accidental encounter