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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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_{Argh, having trouble figuring out this new system, even with all of the help available... Anyway, need to add a few story codes for this chapter... Solo Toys Voy}
_{Also wanted to thank you for reading, hope you enjoy! ;)}
Kurt stood at the high window in the kitchen of the mansion, his head resting on his folded arms on the window sill as the morning passed it by.
"What's up with you, Kurt?" Kitty asked as she passed him for a soda.
"Nozhing," he sighed. It had been a couple of days since he'd accidentally snuck into Lacy's apartment, and he hadn't gone back. He knew from her words that she would like him to, but he was nervous. He didn't know what he was nervous about, or why he had left out even meeting her when he'd reported what he'd found, but it seemed that she was haunting his thoughts now.
"Really, why are you moping? Is it because you have to walk everywhere now?" She teased, referring to the project he'd been spying on.
"No," he told her, his mind playing a pornographic movie of his actions with Lacy, glad that he was facing the window as he felt the stiffening start.
"Kurt, come on, you seem really down," she told him.
"Ach, vould you leave me alone, Kitty? I'm just looking outside," he snapped, knowing it wasn't her fault, but that he'd have to go take a shower to relieve the pressure for a while.
Kitty stepped back. "Whoa, ok, jeez," she said, leaving the kitchen.
Kurt sighed, feeling bad that he'd yelled at her, but now he was going to have to somehow get from the kitchen to the shower without anyone noticing the bulge in his pants. He looked around behind him, making sure there was no one, and hurried along the halls.
He pulled out a towel and threw off his clothes, stepping into his bathroom and turning on the water. He caught sight of his reflection in the mirror and he glanced away, but looked back.
What did Lacy see when she looked at him? Why wasn't she afraid?
He remembered his first sexual encounter, a fellow mutant, the first female his own age to arrive at the school. She'd looked at him and screamed, but after she had gotten to know him, they'd ended up spending the night together after sneaking a bottle of whiskey from the liquor cabinet. They'd had sex a couple of times after that, but Kurt had always felt like she had trouble getting over his appearance, and about three years ago, shortly after the last time they'd been together, she'd left the mansion.
Kurt ran his hand across his chest, feeling the fur and thinking that Lacy's hand had moved across it multiple times, but she'd had no qualms about it. He moved his hand to his face and stared at it. It was strange, deformed, different... But Lacy had run her lips over it, realizing it was different, purposely putting it on her body...
He climbed into the shower, shivering at the cold water. It was probably at least his fifth cold shower in the last two days.
He couldn't get his mind off of Lacy and what they'd done. After ten minutes of the freezing water numbing his skin, he realized that this time, he wasn't going to get rid of his erection without wearing it out.
He turned the water to warm and regained feeling to the tips of his fingers, flexing them. He looked at the hand that had made Lacy call out in pleasure and closed his eyes. His hand trailed down his body, moving to the base of his tail and he shyly gave it a soft tug like she had. It was ok, not as good as when she had done it, but there was still a small sensation. He ran his fingers over the base, humming a little in appreciation, but it really wasn't as nice as when she'd done it.
His hand moved around to the front, hesitating for a moment before sliding down his abs to his waiting erectness and wrapped around it. He couldn't help the dissatisfied grunt as his strokes didn't feel as good as anything he'd experienced at Lacy's, even her hand felt better.
His tail reached around and coiled around him instead as he raised his hand back to his face. He closed his eyes again and touched his hand to his lips, imagining that it still smelled and tasted like her, imagining that he was thrusting it in her, remembering her sweet moans.
The tile was warming under his forehead as his tail stroked and his hand braced him against it so he didn't fall over as his memory went wild. He almost felt her as she arched against him, he moved his fingers more, making her cry out more as she came, her wild abandon making the cries echo around the walls as he thrust his hand again and again...
A groan echoed off the tile and his hand clenched into a fist against the tile as he found his release. He panted for a moment before opening his eyes and quickly washing himself off.

Lacy typed at the computer, looking at the stack of information and reading a paragraph at a time, entering it in without really reading the screen. When she finished the file, she looked clock on the screen and leaned back in her chair.
It was break time, but she didn't have anything to do, really. She had a book usually, but she'd finished the one she had on her first break, and she might go talk to George and Peter, the morgue attendant and his assistant, but there were actually bodies in there today, and while the office she worked in was on the same level as the morgue, it was far enough away that she could usually pretend that it wasn't there. She looked around at the rest of the small office, empty computers and desks, since the only other one down here was her boss, and he was on vacation.
She did data entry for the hospital, and one of the perks was being able to work from home, but since she was more of a home body, she liked getting out of the apartment to go to work three or four days a week.
She leaned back and closed her eyes, her arms moving behind her head, and her mind drifted to where it had been since her dream encounter with a certain sexy blue man. Her lips twitched up in a smile as she remembered his touch on her body. She couldn't help but get a little lost, humming a little at the memory.
"Hey, what are you doing in here?" The voice startled her out of her reverie and she felt like she almost fell out of the chair, even though it just tilted back to normal.
"What the fuck, Peter?" She asked, still startled.
"Oh, fuck, huh?" He teased. "That's what you were day dreaming of? Hey, if you're getting that lonely, I know it's been a while, we could go duck into the cooler-"
Lacy threw her stapler at him, but he ducked and it flew into the hall. "Shut your face, jackoff," she told him, her face glowing. "My celibacy is by choice."
"Uh-huh."
"Unlike yours," she told him.
"Hey, my body is a temple, a woman needs to kneel and worship before she can enjoy the perfection of heaven," he joked.
"Ha!" She laughed. "You should have your own comedy show." He really wasn't too bad looking, about three years older than her, if she remembered correctly, brown hair, hazel eyes, glasses, of course she only ever saw him in his scrubs and white coat, but she could tell he was at least moderately built.
"Can you guys stop sexually harassing each other for a day and just get your work done?" A voice said from the hall, the owner picking up Lacy's stapler and bringing it into the room with him.
"Sorry, George," Lacy apologized, but Peter smiled.
"It's only sexual harassment if one party feels uncomfortable," he said, but left out the second half, which she was sure was a comment, maybe asking if she would be uncomfortable bent over the desk.
"How are you doing today, Lacy?" George asked.
"Fine," she answered with a smile.
"That's good. Well, better go, I just came over here to retrieve my assistant," he told her turning and gesturing to Peter.
"Sorry, he just wandered over here like a stray," she joked as they left. She looked back to the clock and took a long drink from her mug before pulling open the next file, reading the first page and inputting it without looking back, such was the benefits of photographic memory.
Most people, probably especially women, would think that her work relationships were forced to be sexual and uncomfortable, but she was actually very happy with them, enjoying being able to be open about that part of her as well.
Peter always joked about taking her into the cooler, knowing that she often stayed away from them when there were bodies there, which was probably why he'd come to bother her in her office. And it pretty much was her office, the desks had items on them and they were dusted every night by the housekeeping staff, but the only other one who actually worked in it was Luis, her boss, and they had pretty different hours; he liked to come in in the morning, and she preferred to wake up about noon, rolling in after lunch, about the time he was headed home.
Finally it was closing time for her, and she exited the building, passing by her only other regular contact, the guard on shift. She waved as she left the parking lot, heading to her route home.
A shiver of expectation moved down her spine, her senses heightening in the dark silence. Walking alone down the streets always made her feel this way. She was fairly safe, since a lot of people were still out at ten o'clock, but, it was dark, and the paths leading to her road were empty for the most part.
She had almost been mugged once, but since she never carried anything she couldn't fit in her pockets, aside from the occasional book that didn't fit, the guy had grabbed her and pushed her against a wall, becoming very unhappy when, first, he'd found she had no purse, then second, when he asked for her wallet, she kicked him so hard in the groin his cry of surprise was soprano.
She heard a set of quick steps behind her as she made her way down the sidewalk and looked behind her, closing her eyes as she looked at the street in memory for a moment before opening them and watching where she was going, listening as the man turned and went down a subway entrance.
She was about a block away from her apartment building when a hand came out of the alleyway she was passing. It grabbed her and tried to pull her into the alley, but she pulled against him, looking behind her and kicking into where his stomach would be. She heard him grunt and turned, making a fist and punching him in the side of the head. The man let her go and she grabbed him by the collar, throwing him into the wall. She stepped closer and kicked him in the ass hard enough that his body jumped. "And let that be a lesson to you," she said, leaving him there.
'Ok, so almost mugged twice. Still pretty safe,' she thought, turning into her building and using her key to open the street door. She looked up at the stairs as she started up them. Sometimes she hated living in a walk up, but then she looked at her figure and knew that it helped her not very active life style.
She got to the fifteenth floor and finally to her door, using her other key to open the door and locking it behind her. She pulled off her nice business clothes, putting them in the laundry hamper she was going to have to take down to the laundry room soon.
She pulled on her pajamas and pulled out a book, turning on the late night tv and sitting in her chair, opening it and starting the story, hoping to finish it within the next week. She planned to start writing her review for the scifi romance community on the book she'd finished tomorrow. Finally, she put her bookmark into the pages and turned everything off, climbing into bed.
She felt her sexual desire coming back as she thought about Kurt, her dream visitor, and as she laid back, her hand moved down her stomach toward her shorts, but she stopped and turned over. She hadn't dreamt of Kurt again, and she guessed that she couldn't really expect to dream something just because she wanted to, but maybe if she let herself get too frustrated she'd have him star in another wet dream.
Lacy's eyes cracked open as the sunlight lit up the room. "I really wish it wasn't so hot that tin foil on the window would bake the room," she groaned, rolling over and looking at her clock. "Eight in the morning? What the fuck am I doing up at eight, I didn't even go to bed til two..." She whined, trying to stuff her head under the pillow and go back to sleep.
It was too hot, though, and she soon found herself staring into space as the sunlight kept her awake. She finally gave up and got out of bed, going to the bathroom and showering under cool water to fight the heat.
After she'd dried her hair and braided it to keep it out of her face, she walked out in her towel, pausing in front of the window and looking down at the street. Since she was on the fifteenth floor she saw everything as though it was toy sized.
Her gaze moved across the street to see if she could see the perverts looking out the windows. It was a strange habit she'd had since she was about sixteen and her mother had told her that she needed to keep her curtains closed because perverts looked into windows at women changing.
She'd constantly looked, but she'd only ever seen maybe three curtains pulled sideways suspiciously in the seven years she'd been looking. She shrugged and went to turn, hesitating. Well, hell, everyone got horny and deserved a little help every so often.
She lifted the edge of the towel and lightly slapped her butt, pulling off the towel and letting it fall on the floor as she walked away to her dresser.
After she'd pulled on panties and a bra, she pulled on a pair of cut off jean shorts and a tank top to deal with the heat and sat in her chair pulling her laptop onto her lap. She logged on to the site and started writing her review.
By the end, she felt the sweat rolling down the back of her legs, back, and between her breasts. She sighed, if only she could afford an air conditioning unit.
She wasn't really poor, but whenever the option to save up for air conditioning or buying the newest anime, manga, or sleazy scifi novels came up, she forgot how hot it actually got and thought that carrying the ac unit up fifteen flights of stairs and installing it was really much more of a hassle than she needed and ended up sweating as she read or watched her new purchase.
Lacy stood and closed her laptop, setting it on her dresser before stretching. She looked around and decided to go do her laundry, knowing that it needed to get done and she had nothing else to do for a few hours until she had to start walking to work.
She pulled the hamper behind her as she walked down the hall, feeling the super awareness of her body. 'I should have taken care of myself last night,' she thought, but she was really hoping that if she didn't she'd dream about Kurt again.
Strange that her brain and body had decided that he was the one she wanted again, since he'd just showed up in a dream. As she made her way down the stairs toward the basement, she passed Pauline, one of her neighbors, carrying a small folded up stroller, diaper bag, and two year old.
She was older, as in actual adult, where as Lacy felt she acted more like an almost adult. She didn't know why Pauline disliked her, but it probably had something to do with not adhering to her stupid ideals, and as they passed, Pauline's face turned into a disapproving look.
Lacy passed her, sticking out her tongue and pulling down her shirt to show off her bra behind her back. She turned back around and continued down the stairs, not seeing anyone else until she was passing the front door.
"Hey, Doug," she said to the boy wearing a hoody with the hood up and jeans, carrying his back pack on one shoulder. "Hey, Doug," she called again, trying to get his attention. "Hey, Doug, don't make me throw a book at you!" She said, and he looked up, taking his ear bud out.
"Oh, hey, Lacy," he greeted.
"How's that tail working for you?" She asked.
"Good, nice work on the attaching straps, too," he told her, walking backwards toward the stairs. "Thanks again," he waived and walked up the stairs.
Lacy waived back and turned back to her trek to the laundry room, glad that the kangaroo tail she'd sewn for him was holding up for his furry outfit.
She stepped into the basement where the laundry room was and sighed. What a work out. She dumped her clothes into a washer and set them to wash. The machine started running, shaking a little, and her eyebrow raised as she thought about leaning against it.
'I am way too horny,' she shook her head. She didn't feel comfortable masturbating in broad daylight in her apartment, something about the front door and everything being in that one room turned her off to the idea. She could take a shower, but she was already dressed, and she hated putting on and taking off her bra multiple times.

The walk to work had been long and hot, making Lacy sweat more, and when she got there, she looked around before pulling her skirt up to her thighs to cool off, knowing no one would see it since no one ever came down to see her, and even if they did, they'd have to be behind her desk. She couldn't really do anything about the shirt, since she didn't have an undershirt on, so she sat, waiting for the cool to catch up with her hot body.
She was leaning back in her chair, eyes closed, enjoying the cooler environment and was surprised when a voice spoke.
"So, Lacy... You should lift that up a little more... might be able to see if your panties share your name..."
Lacy opened her eyes and looked up at Peter. She didn't know how he'd gotten in her office and sat on the edge of her desk without her noticing, but his gaze was trained on her thigh. "Um..." She didn't have a comeback ready, and her brain completely stopped at what he said next.
"Are you playing around? I mean... I know we always joke, but... You've been, like, really hot lately, almost like you're advertising that you want it and- it's kinda messing with my head," he admitted.
Lacy stared at him with wide eyes. "I- uh, I had no idea... I'm not trying to advertise anything..."
"That's part of what makes it so hot." His gaze still hadn't left her thigh.
'Oh wow,' she thought.
She could take this out, have sex with Peter and relieve the tension, but she really didn't want to ruin her relationship with him, since his friendship was one of the only ones she had and was one of the reasons she came to work. She stood and let her skirt fall down to her knee. "Um, I'm sorry if there was any confusion..." she told him.
He recovered quickly, smiling at her. "Well, you know that if you get too hot, we can always go into the cooler. Just tell me," he winked and left.
Lacy sat back down and shook her head, getting back to her work.
By the time it was her last break, she almost wished she'd told Peter to lock the door and pulled her skirt up a little more as she braced herself against the desk-
"Oh god, what's wrong with me?" She muttered, shaking her head. She was not interested in Peter at all, but her stupid brain was running wild.
It was a relief to be off, and she speed walked most of the way home, taking about twenty minutes off of the total time it usual took. She tried to ignore her tender body, but it seemed like when ever she brushed anything her skin was set on fire.
She was glad she didn't have to work the next day, because she did not need to make that mistake, and as she climbed into bed, she tried to go to sleep, giving up after forty-five minutes of laying there, pretending she didn't want to be touched.
She looked around, turning on the radio to make some noise so she didn't feel so self conscious and reached into her nightstand drawer.
Kurt checked again to make sure that no one was near enough to see him as he started making his way up the wall of Lacy's apartment building.
Luckily, he was able to go up the other side where the fire escape was for cover, stopping at her window.
This window was closed, but just a few feet over a window with an empty wrought iron flower box built in was open, too far for a normal human, but nothing for him, so he nimbly leaped over, crouching on the bars as he looked into the room, seeing if she was there or awake.
She was there, in bed, and from where he was he had the perfect view of her laying there, her hand moving over her breast.
His eyes widened and he slid to a sitting position inside the small space that was the flower box, not caring if his baggy jeans got dirty as he watched her fingers flick and twist her nipple. He was entranced, unable to look away.
Kurt watched as her hand moved down, sliding over the mound between her legs, not going to pleasure, but seeming to enjoy the simple touch before her hand slid back up to her breast. Both hands were active now, gently squeezing and tugging on her breasts, rolling the nipples.
He felt the zipper pressing against his now hard member, and looked down, then around the city he could see from where he was, deciding that no one would see him sitting there as he watched Lacy touching herself. He looked back through the window to see her now biting her lip, only soft moans escaping as she moved her fingers over her mound, still not reaching inside yet.
Since he was facing the foot of her bed, he could see that she was just teasing herself, almost touching, but then moving her fingers away. Her hands moved back to her chest, one massaging one breast while the other tweaked the other nipple.
Kurt felt the flush on his cheeks as he watched her manipulate her own flesh. He wanted to go in and help her, practice his rusty skills more, but knew that if he entered her apartment now, she might be too embarrassed to continue, judging by the way she had the radio on to try and drown out the quiet moans she was making.
Kurt felt like his pants were cutting off his circulation, now, and he unbuttoned them, the way he was pressed against them making the zipper slide down on it's own. At least he had a little more freedom, but now he had the constant reminder that he had a need that he could be fulfilling as Lacy took care of herself, it was a big temptation, but he looked back into the window, seeing that she was reaching up by her pillow, pulling out a small device and twisting it. It started emitting a soft buzzing noise, and Lacy looked at it for a moment before lowering it to herself, first just holding it in her hand and running her hand over her mound again, letting out a soft sigh.
His penis twitched and he tried to ignore it, but when she changed her hold on the device and brushed it over her swollen lips, a half held back moan drifting to him, his defenses were tumbled and his hand drifted to his waistband, pulling it down to gain a little more freedom.
Lacy's hand touched the device to her clit, making her moan, and she ran it down herself to her opening. The gentle pressure reminded her of Kurt's fingers, pressing against her but not entering, and the vibrator in her hand followed that pattern, pressing a little at her entrance, but then bringing the vibrations back up to her waiting bundle of nerves and a gasping moan made her let go of her lip.
Kurt stroked himself, going slow at first, trying to stay quiet, not wanting to startle Lacy, but as he watched her hand drifting up and down the tender spots he'd stroked much the same way and her other hand playing with her breast, he couldn't hold back the small moan that came out, and she was too wrapped up in what she was doing to notice it over the radio.
He watched her hand as she gently flicked the device and made circles around her clit, moaning and fondling one breast. She seemed to be torturing herself, getting closer then stopping for a moment before starting again. He wondered what she was thinking of, daring to hope it was him as he felt himself getting closer.
Lacy was panting now, getting close, and he could tell that he was far behind her. Her hips arched, and he could see her hand moving again so that her fingers entered her, pumping them in and out as she panted and twisted, trying to stay quiet as she came.
Quiet high pitched squeaks made their way to him and made him even harder. How he wanted to be the cause of those noises, to pleasure her until she cried out his name, making noises she didn't even know she was able to make.
He was panting now, but he knew that he was still far behind as she finished and pulled her fingers out of herself. Kurt watched in amazement as she used the sheets to wipe off her fingers and moved the humming device back between her legs. She was going again? The thought urged him on more, he'd have plenty of time now.
She seemed to be very sensitive this time, her movements becoming very gentle for a few minutes as she moaned and opened her legs farther.
Kurt groaned at the sight before him, his hand sliding from base to tip of his penis, pulling him closer to release as his tail curled around the bars, twitching and moving in excitement, but not really having anything to do.
Lacy's hand stopped and she moved her legs so the device was staying in place, both of her hands moving up to play with her nipples again. Kurt wondered how this much sexy existed in one person, how it was even possible, her quiet moans pushing him closer.
It seemed that this position made quick work of her orgasm, and Kurt worried that he still hadn't finished, but Lacy's hands moved down to her legs which opened wide open. One hand took the device and started moving it around while the other started pumping her fingers in and out of her again.
The quiet moans were replaced with short gasps of pleasure as she drove herself further, and soon the moans were, still quiet, but loud enough that they couldn't be confused with the music playing, and Kurt's panting got louder as well, his strokes faster, trying to match Lacy's pace as she neared another orgasm.
This time, she called out as she came, no words, just a cry of pleasure, and Kurt's groan mingled with it as his orgasm pulsed through him, shooting his seed into the flower box.
They both panted and Lacy turned off the humming, putting it back into her nightstand and closing the drawer. She was so worn out and relieved, she just lay there on the sheets for a few minutes before rolling over to go to sleep.
Kurt's heavy lidded gaze watched her as she panted and rolled over, regaining his strength enough to pull his pants back up.
He should go back home, since she was asleep now, but he couldn't help watch her for a moment as the strength returned to his legs. "Next time, Lacy," he whispered. "Next time you von't have to do it alone, I von't sit outside, afraid to get your attention... I'll be bold..."
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