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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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Sorry for the silence for so long everyone (besides the three days it took for me to finally get this out, the website, computer, and I had a bit of a disagreement). I AM still alive despite the world's plans for otherwise or trying to cripple me... Anyway, I have some news about the story; we're getting close to the end (I know, it snuck up on us! lol), only about three chapters left, I think. Also, while I've been dealing with all this crap and an incompetent, inept, irritating, stupid, jerk, who's "never wrong" now over me at work, I've been writing another story. There is plot in it, so not as much sex, sadly, but still a story of a relationship between Kurt and another female OC (a mutant this time). I just can't get enough of that sexy blue man (lol)! I want to finish this one first, so I wouldn't expect it for two months or so. And, I'm almost done with the next chapter of this one, and hoping to get it out soon (helped by my nearly no hours at work). Anyway, enjoy, sorry for the tirade, and see you next time!
AN ps... Also, fans of Dollhouse, you'll apreciate this; when I wrote her asking "did I fall asleep?" It was so hard not to have him answer, "for a little while." lol! AND! Big stuff happening here...

Kurt woke up looking up at the ceiling. He smiled and turned to where Lacy was laying against him, and his fingers stroked down her cheek as he kissed her.
Lacy woke up to Kurt’s lips softly and repeatedly pressing against her cheek and the edge of her lips. She moaned and kissed him back, cracking her eyes open. He pulled back a little and the look on his face seemed strange, the same kind of regretful odd it had been the night before when she had fallen asleep.
Kurt slowly pulled away from her. “I vill be right back,” he told her, crossing to the bathroom.
Lacy bit her lip and looked after him before she stood and got dressed quickly, going to the kitchen and pulling things from the cupboards. She looked up from the fridge where she was gathering things and saw Kurt walking toward her, now dressed. “Omelets sound good?” She asked.
“Ja, sure,” he answered, coming to stand behind her. “Anyzhing I can help vizh?”
Lacy shrugged, whisking the eggs with a fork. “I don’t know, anything else you want on your omelette?” Kurt smiled and brushed her hair from the back of her neck, leaning close and kissing the bared skin before stroking down her neck and shoulder. Lacy turned around to look at him in question and noticed the look on his face lose it’s luster, turning a little sour. She turned back to the bowl in her hands, her eyes sliding across the counter as she tried to not think about what that look meant.
“I can grate zhe cheese if you vould like,” he told her.
“Oh, yeah, sounds good,” she answered.
They ate the breakfast and sat back, neither one talking much.
“Vould you like to go somevhere today?” Kurt asked her as they washed the dishes.
“I- I’m sorry, Kurt, I have to do some more work… I um, haven’t been going as fast as I should lately, so I have to catch up,” she told him, hoping that he didn’t somehow figure out that she was behind because of their situation.
“Oh, of course,” he agreed. “Vell, I vould like to run out and get a few zhings…” He looked at the ground for a moment before stepping closer to her and looking up shyly. “Um, Lacy… I do not vant to impose… But… Do you mind if I… Stay anozher night?”
Lacy bit her lip, but nodded. “I- I suppose it would be alright.”
Kurt smiled. “Vhat vould you like for dinner?” He asked. “I vill go shopping. Aber, remember zhat I am not zhat practiced at cooking,” he told her.
Lacy quirked her brow in surprise. “You made dinner last night.”
“Ja, and you made breakfast- alzhough it is lunch time,” he chuckled. “Vhat vould you like?” He asked again.
Lacy shrugged. “I guess whatever you want to make,” she answered.
Kurt left to wander around the neighborhood shops while Lacy worked, smiling to himself. ‘What a wonderful feeling; to be taking care of the woman you love...’ Kurt smiled and picked up a bag of grapes, wondering if Lacy would like the recipe he’d picked up near the front of the store.
He’d never had a chance to spend much of his money before, so it had hemorrhaged in his wallet, making it fat, but now he had a reason to buy something more than a movie or movie player.
He gathered everything he thought he needed and headed toward the front, stopping at the end of an isle that had strange pillows on it; they looked like little half chairs with backs and arms. He picked one up and read the tag. “Helps relieve back pain by giving back support!” He raised a brow, but put it into the cart, going on his way.
Lacy heard a buzzing and looked up to the wall, wondering who would be there. “Hello?”
“Hallo, Lacy, vill you let me in?” Kurt asked.
“Yeah, be down in a couple of minutes,” she told him, slipping her feet into a pair of shoes and going down the hall to the stairs. She opened the door and let him in, eyebrows raising at the amount of bags he had. “Kurt, this is a lot of stuff,” she told him.
“Ah, vell, some of it is not food,” he told her, hiding a few bags behind his back.
She gave him a strange look, but reached for a bag. “Let me give you a hand, you look over loaded,” she offered.
“Nein,” he told her cheerfully. “It’s ok, let’s go up, ja?” He gestured.
They made their way up the long flights of steps, Lacy continuing to offer help, but Kurt refused every time, insisting that he was fine. Lacy opened the door and Kurt moved the bags in front of him so she still couldn’t see what was in them. She closed the door behind them and kicked off her shoes. Kurt set the bags down on the kitchen floor and started putting things away. Lacy tried to help, but he shooed her away assuring her that she could finish her work while he took care of it.
Lacy sat on the bed and put her headphones on, starting to type the words filling her ears. When she got through with the file, she started another one, hoping that she’d be able to finish that one quickly so that she would be closer to her quota. She typed as fast as the doctor spoke, but it still took forever since he was a slow talker. She managed to get a few more done before Kurt sat on the edge of the bed.
“Can you take a break?” He asked.
“Yeah, probably,” she answered, taking off her headphones.
“I got a deck of cards, vould you like to play a game?” He asked.
Lacy smiled. “I haven’t played a card game in forever,” she told him. “What do you want to play?”
“Vell, Logan and I play poker a lot, aber, I am very good at it, so it vouldn’t be fair,” he told her with a smile.
“Then how about… Go fish?” Lacy asked. Kurt agreed, and they played a few hands before moving to crazy eights. Lacy laid down the last card in her hand and looked at him in triumph. “I win again. Ok, Kurt, I have to get back to work, I still have five more files to finish today so that I’ll be back on track,” she told him.
“Ok,” Kurt allowed, standing from the bed. “I vill go start dinner, zhen.” He made it to the kitchen as Lacy got comfortable again, but came back to her, holding something behind his back. “I got zhis for you,” he told her, holding out the over large bag. “I zhought you might need it.”
Lacy took the bag, looking up at him in question before opening it and pulling out the awkwardly shaped object. “It’s- oh, it’s one of those back support chair pillow things,” she said, turning it to look at it. “Thanks, Kurt.”
“Ja, I know your spine isn’t as flexible as mine, so I zhought zhis might help if your back starts getting sore,” Kurt told her, wondering if she could tell how much he cared for her. The same painful prick stabbed his heart at the thought that he couldn’t tell her how he felt, and his face tightened. He saw Lacy’s expression change, too, and stood, turning to the kitchen. “I vill go cook dinner,” he excused himself.
He mixed a package of cookie dough and spread it onto a pan before putting it in the oven to cook. He peeled and cut the fruit for the rest of it and then set about making dinner, which was a chicken fried steak and potatoes with country gravy, and corn and green beans, making sure that everything was seasoned and cooking to a delicious flavor. He took the whipped cream and started spreading it out on the cookie when it had finally cooled enough, letting the steak cook on its own while he finished the ‘Fruit Pizza’ with the fruit he had cut up. He glanced over his shoulder, but Lacy was still working as he put the finished dessert in the fridge. He flipped the steaks over and started the vegetables, knowing that they would be good.
When the food was nearly done he started filling the sink with dish water, plating the food and putting it in the still warm oven while he finished washing the dishes. He was, again, covered in dirty water, but he had planned for that. “Lacy, do you mind if I take a quick shower before dinner?” He asked, taking the last few of the bags with him.
“No, go ahead,” she answered. “I might even be done with this by the time you get out,” she told him.
Kurt undressed and climbed into the shower, quickly washing himself with the soaps he’d gotten while he was out, brushing his teeth thoroughly as well.
He stepped out and pulled on the clothes from the bag, a soft t-shirt and a pair of jeans, taking the scissors in the counter drawer and expertly cutting a hole for his tail before he put them on. He looked at himself in the mirror and ran his hands through his hair, trying to straighten it out so it didn’t look so crazy. When he opened the door he glanced over to Lacy, trying to see if she noticed before he sauntered out like nothing was different.
Lacy looked up, still typing as the voice in her ear whispered. She finished the file and sighed, saving her notes and closing the laptop.
“Did you finish?” Kurt asked.
“No,” she admitted. “But, I only have one file left, now, so that’s not too bad.”
“Ja,” he agreed. “Are you ready for dinner? Or do you still need a minute?” He asked.
“I just have to put this stuff away,” she told him as she stood.
Kurt pulled the chairs closer together and set them up like a table, letting her sit down as he went to pull the food out of the oven. “Here ve go,” he said, setting the food down.
As they ate, Lacy could see Kurt looking at her, his expression the same strange one he’d been giving her since last night. She tried to ignore it, tried to tell herself that it was in her head, but the doubts were setting in.
Kurt couldn’t help staring at Lacy, each movement seemed like a new high, more beautiful than the last. He couldn’t help the smile that turned up the corner of his lips as he ate, but it always seemed to be soured by the prick of pain that he couldn’t tell her, and that she wouldn’t know how he felt.
After dinner and dessert, they played a few more hands of cards, but a show came on that Lacy was interested in and they ended up just watching it since she was so distracted she kept making the wrong plays.
After the show, she stood and changed into her pajamas in the bathroom before she made her way to the kitchen, slowly pouring a glass of juice and drinking half of it. She brought the rest of it with her, pausing a distance away from where Kurt sat on the ottoman. “So, I… I mean…” She paused, looking anywhere but him. Kurt smiled encouragingly to her, but she looked away with a sigh. “Kurt. This is your last night here…”
“Ok, Lacy, if you say so,” he softly agreed, though with hesitation.
“No- I mean… This is your last night here, isn’t it? You aren’t coming back...”
Kurt’s eyes almost bulged in shock. “Vhat do you mean? Vhy vouldn’t I come back?” He asked as he stood in alarm.
“Kurt, don’t try to soften the blow… Just tell me…” She said quietly.
“Lacy, I don’t know vhat vould make you zhink zhat,” he told her.
“Because… You’re going back...”
Kurt lifted a shoulder. “Vell-”
“-To her.”
Kurt froze at her accusation. “To who?”
“Don’t play dumb… You know who…” Lacy told him.
“To Alissa?” He asked and she nodded. “Lacy, I told you, I don’t vant to see her-”
“Then why do you keep looking at me like that?” She asked.
“Like vhat?” Kurt asked in confusion.
“With that look full of pity,” she accused. “Like you know you’re ending it and it’s some secret you’re not letting me in on until the last second. ‘She’ll be so shocked, kissing one second and gone the next.’” Kurt blinked at her, truly at a loss of what to say. “What, surprised that I figured you out?” She asked in his silence.
“Lacy, I’m not- I’m not going anyvhere,” he told her forcefully.
“Yeah, tonight. Thought you’d get in one more night of fun before you left and went back to your first?”
Kurt closed his eyes and said in a warning, “Lacy, don’t.”
“Don’t what, unravel your plan before it has a chance to play out?” She demanded, getting more forceful as he did.
“Lacy- don’t make me-” he cut himself off, not sure what he had been about to threaten.
“Don’t make you what?” She challenged. “Don’t make you have to cancel your plans? Have to leave early without secretly goodbye sex?”
“Lacy-” He clenched his jaw. He should have known that she would sense something was up, and of course, with her doubt trained mind she would go right for the bad. “Lacy, you zhink zhat you’re so awful, zhat no vone could ever stand to be around you- zhat zhey could never love you,” he accused, and he saw her stiffen at his words. “But you’re wrong!” He was trying not to yell, but his voice was getting louder. “You are zhe most vonderful girl I’ve ever met, even zough you’re afraid and lash out, it doesn’t make you any less kind, or caring, or adorable, especially vhen I know it’s just a defense mechanism. I love being vizh you, and- um Gottes Willen, Lacy, how can you not tell zhat I love you?!” He demanded in frustration. {For god's sake}
Lacy’s muscles all tightened at once, her body twitching as she froze. At the same time, her eyes shot wide in shock.
She wasn’t breathing, and Kurt stepped forward, cursing. “I knew zhis vould happen, zhat’s vhy I didn’t vant to say it on zhe phone,” he told her.
Lacy suddenly took a deep breath, filling her lungs, and her body jerked as it tried to take more oxygen from the air without breathing for a moment before she took another deep breath. She gasped airlessly for another second before she dropped the glass in her hand and went limp.
Kurt grabbed her, wrapping his arms around her before she fell, and picked her up, laying her on the bed. He was a little worried; she’d never passed out on him before, at least, not when they hadn’t had an amazing, long session in her bed first.
He ran his hand down her face, seeing that she was still breathing, a little rough, but not too bad. He put his fingers to her throat and felt her heart trying to jump out of her skin. Kurt sighed and laid his forehead on her shoulder. “Ah, Lacy, I’m sorry, I didn’t vant zhis to happen,” he told her. “But you vouldn’t see zhe truzh…” He kissed her throat, feeling her pulse slowly returning to normal.
When she was at a point that he felt ok to leave her, he climbed from the bed and cleaned the drying puddle of juice and glass. He heard a stirring from across the room and went to her, seeing her wake up.
Lacy shook her head to clear it, and looked around in confusion. “Did I fall asleep?” Kurt stepped closer, sitting on the edge of the bed so he faced away from her. “I dreamt- you said… nevermind,” she said, a blush filling her face.
“It vasn’t a dream,” he told her softly. She looked up at him, her expression guarded. “I said it.”
“Said what?” She asked cautiously.
“You know vhat.” He turned and laid down, moving next to her and pulling her close against him, his hand going to her jaw to make sure she was looking at him. “Lacy, I love you.”
Lacy’s eyes widened and her breath paused.
“I love you, I love you, I love you.” Lacy started gasping as Kurt pulled her closer and whispered into her ear. “Just breazh, Lacy. I’m going to tell you over and over until you can breazh vhen I say it,” he told her. “I love you, Lacy, I’ve vanted to tell you for so long, zhat I love you. You make me feel whole, and happy. Because I love you. I love you, Lacy.”
Tears were streaming down Lacy’s face, now, and she managed to gasp between breaths, “no- no- not- poss- ible- it’s not- no-”
Kurt knew that her denials were part of the defense she’d built up over the years of fear of rejection and worry that no one really meant anything they said, but he wouldn’t let her keep them. He was tearing them down. “I do, zhough, Lacy. I don’t know how you can’t tell, but I do. I love you.” He squeezed her and she let out a gasp. “Just breazh, nice and slow,” he told her. “Catch your breazh. I don’t vant you to pass out again, because I love you.”

Lacy woke up, rubbing a knuckle against her eye. Her eyes felt puffy and sore, and her hair felt like it was a crazy mess. She looked around and felt Kurt’s arm tighten around her from behind. She struggled, but managed to turn over slowly, not quite waking him up.
He tightened his grip, mumbling, “Lacy…”
She ran her hand down his cheek, wondering that he thought about her in his sleep.
Her hand froze and her eyes widened a little. “I love you,” his voice whispered in her mind. He’d said it so many times, refusing to stop until she’d begged him. “I love you.”
Her hands tightened on his bare shoulders. He must have changed after she’d fallen asleep, exhausted from the panic attack.
Kurt blinked his eyes as he woke. “Vhat’s wrong, Lacy?” He asked a little sleepily. She was silent for a moment. “Lacy?” He asked, more awake now.
“Y- you said it,” she whispered.
He held her closer, resting his forehead against the top of her head. “I meant it.”
“N- no…”
“Lacy,” he pulled her tighter against him. “I said it,” he said, feeling her cringe. “And I meant it,” he told her, stroking her hair and kissing her. “And now, I’m going to make you say it.”
Lacy’s breath sped up, and Kurt turned her head to him, taking her mouth with his. She felt his tongue against her lip as it moved into her mouth, slowly setting her body on fire with the help of his hands as they slid over her, keeping her close. She could feel him starting to get excited against her as soft moans pushed through to his lips.
“Lacy,” he said against her lips between kisses. Kurt’s hand drifted to her hip, squeezing her and his lips moved to her throat. Lacy gasped for air, but not because of a panic attack, because of the ripples of desire flowing through her. “Lacy,” Kurt murmured against her shoulder. “Sie lassen Sie mich Sie?” Lacy opened her eyes and looked at him. “Bitte?” He asked, his tail pushing the hem of her shirt up and brushing against her stomach. {will you let me have you, please}
Lacy’s hand went to his face, and he looked up at her where he had paused, his lips hovering above her stomach. “Kurt…”
“Ja?” He asked.
“Please…” she asked softly, her body arching at his touch.
Kurt kissed her stomach. “Ja?”
“Please…” she begged, her body crying for him.
He kissed down to the edge of her shorts and slid them down to her hips as he kissed there. “Sagen Sie einfach es, und ich wird, Lacy.” Her hand couldn’t reach him, so it laid on the bed next to her thigh, fingers tensing as she wanted to grab him. She bit her lip, but didn’t say anything. “Sagen die Worte,” he told her, kissing her thigh. {just say it, and I will, Lacy. say the words}
“I can’t-” she said, sounding worried.
“Sie können. Ich glaube an dich.” His fingers trailed over her stomach, tickling her. “Sag es, die Worte. Sagen, dass Ich liebe dich..." Her breath hitched and she bit her lip nervously. He could tell he was pushing a little hard for it. "Dann... Sagen Sie mir, Sie wollen,” he told her, kissing her through her shorts and making her moan. “Willst du es?” {you can, I believe in you. Say it, the words. Say that I love you... Then... tell me you want it. do you want it}
Lacy’s lip slipped from her mouth. “Yes,” she sighed.
“So sagen die Worte,” he told her. {so say the words}
“Nn- no…”
Kurt moved his hand up her thigh and rubbed across her wettening shorts. She moaned, and he buried his face in her softness and nuzzled.
“Ah,” she groaned, making him answer against her. “N- no,” she cried, her body starting to tremble.
Kurt quickly moved up over her so they were face to face again. “Lacy, nein,” he leaned down and pulled her close.
She opened her eyes to look up at him, a gasping breath making her shoulders shake.
“I’m sorry, I von’t make you say it,” he whispered in her ear. “It’s ok. I promise…” He gently turned her chin and kissed her until she stopped shaking. Kurt’s lips traveled down to her neck where he started kissing, nibbling, and gently sucking, making her temperature skyrocket while her body begged for his attention. “Lacy, tell me vhen you can breazh again,” he whispered. She looked to him in confusion, but her breath caught at his next words. “I love you, Lacy.” Lacy’s breath quickened, but Kurt continued kissing and stroking her. “It’s ok, just tell me vhen you can breazh again.”
It took a while, but finally, she told him, “Ok…”
“You can breazh ok?”
She nodded.
“See? You’re ok, everyzhing is ok.”
She nodded again.
“I love you, Lacy,” he told her again.
She cried out in complaint, but her breath was quickened by another panic attack starting. She fought it, but it was tough.
“It’s ok,” Kurt told her.
“Uh-huh,” Lacy agreed hopefully, not quite over the panic attack.
“It vill be ok, because I love you.”
‘But he doesn’t!’ A voice in her mind cried. ‘No one ever will! Because you’re worthless and stupid! How could ANYONE ever love you, most of all someone as wonderful as him?!’ A sob pushed through her chest as the voice screamed in her head. “No,” she whimpered, trying to deny it.
“Yes,” Kurt told her. “Please try to breazh, Lacy. I don’t vant you to hurt…”
“Why are you doing this?” She asked.
“You know vhy,” he told her. “I’ll say it again, over and over. As I said last night, I have vanted to tell you for a long vhile, and, maybe I’m greedy, but, I vould like to tell you vizhout you having a panic attack…” Lacy looked up, gasping for air, and Kurt leaned back, his hand stroking her face. “Lacy, please…”
“I- I’m ok,” she told him.
Kurt held her to him tightly. “Gut, because I don’t vant to hurt you; I vant to kiss you, all over.”
Lacy’s hand slid down his bare chest. “I want you to, too… Very much,” she told him.
“Ja?” He asked.
She blushed, but nodded.
His hand trailed down her collarbone, pausing at one breast to brush over the nipple, then flick across it a few times, finding it already stiff and begging for more. His eyes darkened as he agreed, “ja, zhat vone does vant to be kissed. Zhe ozher vone, too,” he told her as his hand stroked over it. His hand continued down her body, between her thighs. “But vhat about zhis? Oh," he groaned. "Oh, ja, dass auf jeden Fall will geküsst werden... Ah, Lacy, mich so verrückt machen Sie. Ich habe meine Meinung vielfach verloren,” he groaned to her, making her hand tighten on his shoulder. {yes, that definitely wants to be kissed... Ah, Lacy, you make me so crazy. I've lost my mind many times over.}
“Don’t-” she said plaintively, the flush on her face getting a little hotter.
“Sie nicht, was, sage euch die Wahrheit?” He asked, watching as her hand tightened on the sheet. He kissed her shoulder and moved to the crook of her neck, kissing around the tender area and making her moan. “Oh, Gott, Lacy, keine Ahnung, was du mit mir machst du hast... Ich möchte mit dir im Bett lag, dass Sie mir immer und immer wieder, den ganzen Tag…” {Don't what, tell you the truth? Oh, God, Lacy, you have no idea what you do to me... I want to lay in bed with you, make you mine over and over, all day...}
“D- don’t…”
“Was nicht? Sie noch haben mir nicht geantwortet. Haben Sie nicht berühren?” {Don't what? you still haven't answered me. Don't touch you?}
“No,” Lacy answered, her hands grabbing his and holding them close against her, worried that he’d take them away.
“Nein, Sie nicht berühren? Nein, das kann nicht sein, dass, Ihre Hände nach mehr betteln, als Ihr Körper ist. Aber was? Ich küsse dich nicht? Ich dachte, es hat euch gefallen, wenn ich dich geküsst.” {No, don't touch you? No, can't be that, your hands are begging for more, as is your body. But what then? Don't kiss you? I thought you liked it when I kissed you}
“Yes,” she said quietly, her eyes closing.
“Ja? Dann tun Sie nicht, was, Lacy? Machen Sie nicht mir? Aber wie ich schon sagte, ist Ihr Körper mich betteln. Verlockend mich, macht mich verrückt für sie.” He squeezed her breast as he mouthed her nipple through her shirt, his lips teasingly tugging on it and his teeth grazing it gently. Lacy moaned, and he pressed his mouth into her breast as he groaned back. “Ich liebe dein Stöhnen so sehr." {Yes? Then don't what, Lacy? Don't make you mine? But as I said before, your body is begging me. Tempting me, making me crazed for it. I love your moans so much.}
“Do- don’t say things like that…”
“Sag es nicht…” He trailed off, kissing his way up her throat to her chin. “Dann lass mich dir zeigen,” he whispered against her lips before taking them with his. His tongue moved across the inside of her bottom lip as he gently sucked it into his mouth, giving it a soft nip before he let it go and took the kiss deeper, letting his tongue now rove across hers, and across the roof of her mouth. Her tongue couldn’t resist dancing with his as he pulled her tighter against him, moaning loudly into her mouth.
His fingers trailed down her arm to her hand, taking it and pulling it lower, pressing it against his hard bulge. “Dies ist, was du mit mir machst. Haben Sie Lacy fühlen? Mein Körper will dich so sehr…”
Lacy’s eyes widened, and she felt the shivers in her stomach as she felt his cock twitch against her hand.
“Nun meine, es ist mein Körper, Betteln ist ... Lacy, werden Sie lassen Sie mich Ihnen?”
Lacy softly squeezed him, making him groan loudly again.
“Ah, bitte, Lacy… wenn Sie das tun, kann ich nicht einmal daran erinnern, Englisch…”
Lacy tightened her hand again and started stroking him through his pants. She bit her lip, feeling her face heat more and her nipples tighten, while she’d swear that her thigh was getting moist from how wet she was.
“Wenn Sie weitermachen , bald werde ich mich nicht erinnern, Worte überhaupt, dann wie soll ich sagen, Sie-” {Don’t say it… Then let me show you. This is what you do to me. Do you feel Lacy? My body wants you so badly... Now my it's my body that is begging... Lacy, will you let me have you? Ah, please, Lacy… when you do that, I can't even remember English... If you keep going, soon I won't remember words at all, then how will I tell you-}
“Stop,” She cut him off. He looked up at her, desire burning in his features. “Pants. Off. Now.”
Kurt groaned and his tail wrapped around her shorts and tugged, while his hands pulled his pants off so fast that the bundle of hers got his tail stuck as it tried to slip out. His tail flicked behind him, throwing the fabric away as he dove back to her.
He knelt between her knees, pulling her up to rip her shirt from her, almost actually ripping it. He laid against her, his cock pressing against her for a moment as he stroked her body.
Kurt shifted, making the head of his stiffness rub against her clit as he ground against her. She arched to him, and he leaned down to take a nipple into his mouth. Her nails dug into him as she cried out longingly, and he groaned into her breast before pulling back and biting a tender spot on her ribs. “Ihr Körper ist so perfekt... Ich weiß nicht, wie lange ich kann dauern, ohne dass Sie... Bitte, Lacy, bitte sagen, ich kann kommen…” {Your body is so perfect... I don't know how much longer I can last without you... Please, Lacy, please say I can come in…}
“Yes,” Lacy half gasped half demanded. Her fingers dug in harder when he thrust into her, feeling so slick with juices that she probably was dripping down her thighs.
Kurt buried his face in her cleavage, moaning in fulfillment. His tail wrapped around her ankle and pulled it up over his shoulder, holding it up as he began thrusting.
Lacy looked up at Kurt’s face, seeing the expression as though he were enjoying paradise. Her hand ran up his chest while the other wrapped around the one stroking up and down her leg. Did he really enjoy her body that much? Was it that good to him? Her lip left her teeth where it had rested as she thought. “I- is it really that good?” She asked breathily.
His eyes opened to look down at her, still glowing paradise. “Jedes Mal besser als die letzte.” He leaned down to kiss her need swollen lips, pushing her knee closer to her chest and hitting her g-spot when he thrust.
“Ooouh!” She cried out, quickly coming around him.
Kurt’s eyes closed and his chin tilted up as he groaned back. “Und das macht es so viel besser,” he groaned, shifting her leg and starting to thrust in earnest. {Every time better than the last. And that makes it so much better.}
Lacy cried out as she continued tightening. “Good,” she groaned. “Oh! Good!”
“Ja,” he agreed, making shallow thrusts until she stopped moving, then spreading her thighs further and thrusting harder.
“Ah! Deep!” She cried out breathlessly. “So deep!”
Kurt just groaned helplessly in reply, unable to stop, even if, for some obscene reason, he’d wanted to. He pushed against what she was sure was her cervix, but damned if it wasn't the most amazing feeling.
A high pitched cry left her lips, making Kurt growl in reply, and she only lasted a few more thrusts before she started pulling at him again.
Kurt’s eyes opened wide and he gasped in a breath before cursing breathlessly and looking down at her squirming figure in wonder. Her hand grabbed at his chest as she arched. He panted as he looked down at her, trying to be gentle as he asked, “was willst du?” {what do you want}
“More,” she begged. “More, please… please! Don’t stop!” She cried out as she came again.
Kurt’s body throbbed with pleasure and desire. The only thing he could think about was her body, getting more of it, and hearing her scream again. “Dein Körper- es ist zu erstaunlichen, Lacy, Ich weiß nicht, wie lange Ich werde dauern-” he told her, gritting his teeth as he thrust. {Your body- it's too amazing, Lacy, I don't know how much longer I'll last}
“Just- don’t stop,” she begged. “Please- please don’t stop- please- Please! Please!” She cried out before words left her brain and a pleasured scream left her mouth.
Kurt felt Lacy’s thighs tremble around him before her body arched and she tightened around him again. He lost it and began thrusting as hard as he could into her, making her volume raise and her thighs shake more. He grunted and growled in reply, his hands tightening on her hips to keep himself in as deep as possible while he filled her.
He looked down at her, his hands traveling over her exhausted body, making her tremble at his touch. “So schön…” he told her as she moaned. {so beautiful}
“Kurt…” she groaned, and he leaned down to kiss her, stroking her sensitive skin while he continued the love making with his mouth.
He pulled back for a breath and asked, “vould you like to come again?”
Lacy looked up at him in surprise. “I- I, um, can’t feel my toes, and my whole body is tingling,” she admitted.
Kurt smiled at that. “Good. Perfect,” he told her, leaning down to continue the kiss.
Kurt pulled his sweating body from hers and laid down, pulling her body against him and kissing and nuzzling against her. “Mmm,” he sighed.
Lacy held up a hand with a few fingers up and put up another. “In the daytime,” she said, cuddled against his side.
Kurt smiled and lifted another finger, then another, then reached for her other hand.
She pulled it away from him playfully saying, “stop it.”
“But, you came more zhan vonce. I’m just trying to make it zhe right number,” he teased.
“But it can only be the first time once,” she told him.
Kurt buried his nose in her shoulder. “Mm. True, I suppose.” He pulled her close and stood, picking her up and walking to the bathroom. “Time for a shower,” he told her, stepping into the tub.
Lacy shifted so her legs wrapped around him and his hands moved to her butt, holding her up. The water fell on them as he kissed her, making the sensations more widespread.
Kurt pulled back and stroked her cheek as he stared into her eyes. “I vant to say it again.”
“No.”
Kurt raised his eyebrows, wondering if she hated hearing it, or maybe if she felt awkward because she didn’t feel the same. “No?”
“I don’t want to have a panic attack while you’re kissing me,” she told him, leaning forward.
Kurt kissed her back, feeling himself start to get excited again.
Lacy pulled back and looked at him. “Again?” She asked.
The corner of Kurt’s lip turned up in a smile. “I told you; I vant to make you mine, over and over, all day,” he said.
Lacy ran her hand over his cheek and leaned closer. “Then do it,” she whispered against his lips.
Kurt pressed against her, holding her hips a little higher and slid into her as he lowered her.
Lacy gasped and bit his lip gently as he thrust, moaning against him. He bounced her, sliding in and out, making her moan and clutch at him.
Kurt kissed and pressed into her, slowly taking her body down the path to orgasm again. In, out, in, out, in- “Oh- oh!” Kurt felt her tremble and hold tighter to him, moaning into his neck as she dug her nails into him.
Finally, he thrust and bit her shoulder. “Lacy,” he groaned, feeling his knees almost give out. He held her close for a moment, panting together as they recovered. He stroked her thighs and kissed her. “Ready to stand?” He asked.
“I don’t think my legs work,” she told him against his shoulder.
Kurt smiled, kissing her shoulder. “Lacy, I love you,” he told her.
Lacy took a sudden inhale of breath and held tighter to him. Her arms tightened around him as she tried to catch her breath. She put one foot on the ground and stood, still holding him.
Kurt squeezed her. “I zhough your legs didn’t vork?” He teased gently.
“That’s why I’m holding onto you so tightly,” she told him.
“Mm-hm,” he hummed, closing his eyes in happiness.

Lacy and Kurt reached the ground floor of her apartment, and Kurt grabbed her hand, pulling her to a stop near the wall so he could wrap his arms around her and kiss her again. His tongue danced with hers for a moment before he pulled back with a smile on his face.
“Why are you kissing me so much?” She asked.
“I told you, Lacy; if you von’t let me say it, I vill have to show you it. Until you believe me, and let me say it.” His hand stroked down her face as he smiled. “Now, pucker up, baby,” he teased, going in for another kiss.
Lacy kissed him back, but pulled back like a guilty teen at the sound of the door opening. She saw it was Pauline and turned back to Kurt’s lips, pulling his hand from her side and rehoming it on her breast.
Kurt’s brow raised, but he wasn’t going to argue at the placement.
As the footsteps echoed up the stairs, Kurt pulled back, smiling and still massaging her breast. “Showing off?” He teased.
“She’s a pain in the ass,” Lacy told him. “She gets all huffy at any hint of impropriety. I didn’t have a shirt on over my swimsuit as I was leaving one time, and she tried to lecture me for an hour. It was a one piece, for crying out loud!”
Kurt smiled at her, wondering if she’d notice that his hand was still where she’d placed it.
Lacy narrowed her eyes teasingly. “Quit that, you,” she said, pushing his hand away, but he just moved it down to her butt, pulling her closer and attacking her neck. “Kurt, we’re going somewhere,” she protested.
Kurt nibbled on her neck, squeezing her tighter against him. “Let’s stay here,” he suggested between mouthfuls of her throat.
“Kurt-” she pushed him back. “Come on.” She turned and started towards the door.
Kurt caught up to her. “Lacy, are you still having problems vizh zhis?” He asked, gesturing to himself as the door closed behind them.
“Well, a little…” She looked up at him. “I’m sorry, it’s just… still hard to hear you, but not see you.”
Kurt smiled. “It’s ok, I understand.” They walked down the sidewalk, but a few steps after they started, Kurt pulled her to the side again. “I vill just have to let you get used to it by kissing you more.”
He leaned closer and wrapped his arms around her, but she put her finger to his lips. “Hey, I thought you wanted to go see a movie,” she said.
“Nein, I said ve should stay in bed all day, remember?” He told her. “Besides, I just vanted to make sure you could valk. I vasn’t sure if your legs vere still vorking.”
Lacy blushed and teased. “They’re fine, now, thank you for your concern, mister.”
Kurt ran his thumb down her cheek. “Ah, Liebling, it’s still me.”
Lacy’s eyes widened as she inhaled deeply.
Kurt closed his eyes in realization. “Sorry. It’s hard to hold it back now, you know.” He stepped back and smiled as she smiled up at him.
“I’m o-” Her eyes widened as they shifted behind him.
“Lacy?” He asked, watching her in confusion as she moved skin close to him, hiding behind him and peeking around him. “Lacy, are you alright?” She let out a breath, her hands holding on to his shirt as he turned to her.
“Lacy!” A voice called.
“No,” she whispered. Suddenly she was pressed against a wall. She couldn’t get away. She felt like she couldn’t scream, even though she knew she should.
“Lacy! Hey, Lacy, it’s me, Peter!”
Kurt turned to the voice and recognized the face it was coming from. His eyes narrowed as he watched his target getting closer.
When he was just a few feet away, he called out, “I just-”
Kurt growled and turned, punching him in the jaw.
Peter looked up at him from the ground in shock.
Kurt grabbed him by the collar and threw him against the wall. “You stay avay from her, you disgusting, filthy pervert,” he growled in his face.
“What-”
“I know vhat you tried to do, you slime. You’re lucky zhat I’m vone of zhe good guys. If I vasen’t- you don’t vant to know.”
“I didn’t try to do anything- I swear! I just wanted to check on Lacy, I work with her, and-”
“I know. She doesn’t vant to see you.”
Lacy stepped up behind Kurt and touched his shoulder.
Kurt stepped back and let Peter go. “You should leave,” he told him. Lacy put her hand on Kurt’s arm and he pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her comfortingly.
Peter watched them, but Kurt growled, “I told you to leave.”
Peter turned and hurried away, and Lacy let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.
“Kurt…” she mumbled.
“Shh,” he quieted. “You vouldn’t let me save you zhe first time, but Hell take me if I vas going to let him get near you zhis time.” He held her close and stroked her hair. “Let’s go back, ja?”
She nodded and they turned around.
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