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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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Author's note....: So... I feel really terrible that this has been finished for just about the whole time since I posted the last chapter (about a year and a half ago...) But I had a tremendously terrible year, and th first half of this one has only been marginally better. I'll post about it in the bio... thingy... so you don't have to hear about it here.
And now, finally, the last chapter of Accidental Encounter. (finally spelled correctly lol)

Lacy climbed out of Kurt’s bed, burying her nose in the collar of the shirt she should have thrown into the dirty laundry as soon as it fell out of her bag.
She couldn’t bring herself to, though; it was the only thing she had that smelled like him, despite being in his room.
She took off the shirt and stuck it under the blankets on the side of the bed he slept on, hoping that it would preserve his smell.
Lacy went about her things in the bathroom, wearing only her panties. She had learned over the last week that no one would just walk into anyone else’s room, so she felt a little safer about walking around topless.
She only wished that Kurt was here to enjoy it.
After she pulled some clothes on, she sat on the bed and set her laptop on her lap. She’d been with Kurt until the early hours of the morning, not wanting to leave his side, but had been forced out a few hours before, told that she would be welcome back after lunch.
She’d been neglecting her work as well, and needed to get some stuff done so she wouldn’t get fired. She worked hard, finishing a day's worth of audio at about lunch time.
Lacy climbed from the bed and straightened herself before she headed to the door. She still felt awkward around the kids, since they always got really nervous and would leave when she was around, and she didn't want to cause problems, so she had taken to eating after they had, sneaking into the kitchen and eating the plate that Kitty would save for her.
She opened the door and stepped out, seeing Alissa coming toward her from down the hall. She gritted her teeth, but turned away and started toward the stairs, intent on not talking to her.
“Too bad you got Kurt nearly killed, I heard he was thinking about visiting me in the guest rooms.” Lacy stopped and took a breath but ignored her and took a step forward. “Too bad he’s probably going to die,” Alissa called out.
Lacy’s foot faltered, and her rage built until she turned around. “Don’t act like you care about him,” she told her.
“Well, I was the first girl to touch him,” Alissa said.
A couple of the students had paused, the hall blocked by the two women.
“You’re disgusting,” Lacy told her. “You couldn’t care about anyone other than yourself if your mother was on fire next to you.”
“Don’t say that about me. You don’t know me,” Alissa said nastily.
“Obviously I do, since you care more about how you look in that sentence than your burning mother.”
Alissa let out a cry of rage and leapt at Lacy, but Lacy kicked her in the shin, making her stumble.
Alissa tossed back her hair, looking around at all of the students who had started to gather in the hall. “Ha, you’re afraid to touch me because I’m a mutant,” she said loudly, and the kids started to whisper.
“You know that’s not true,” Lacy told her. “I’ve already smacked you around before.”
“Because I’m a mutant!” Alissa claimed, trying to gather support from the surrounding kids.
“No. Because you were saying terrible things about Kurt. Remember? Or has the bleach gone through to your brain?” Lacy asked.
There was a small, muffled chuckling, and Alissa’s cheeks flushed a little. “But you’re afraid to touch me now because you know I can use my powers, and a mutant with powers scares you,” she said.
“No, I don’t care if you’re a mutant, or if you can use your powers. I don’t want to touch you because you’re a disgusting person. You claim that Kurt wanted you, but he was at my apartment. He begged me to let him stay so he didn’t have to be here with you.” Alissa’s face clouded with rage. “You say that you care for him, but you haven’t visited him once.”
“How do you know? Why are you still here anyway, you don't belong here,” Alissa asked nastily.
“I know because I’ve been sitting down there with him the whole time, except when they make me leave. And I know I don’t belong here, but I can’t leave him here not knowing what’s happening to him!” Lacy’s anger was building again. “And you sit here like you’re above it all. You just don’t care about anyone but yourself! If you cared for him at all, you’d wish it was you in that bed instead of him!”
Alissa’s lips turned to a snarl. “Like you do,” she said derisively.
“I do,” Lacy told her.
The students started to whisper, and that made Alissa afraid of what they were saying about her. She lifted her arms, floating above the floor and starting to glow a bright gold. “You’re not so bold now, are you?” She taunted.
Lacy stepped closer, telling her, “I don’t have time for this bullshit.” Alissa growled and was about to move forward when Lacy’s fist connected with her cheek, knocking her on her ass. Alissa looked up, her embarrassment fueled rage filling the hall. “I seem to remember that this is the same outcome as the last time,” Lacy told her, holding her hand as she felt her knuckles burning.
“What’s going on here?” A familiar voice demanded, and Lacy turned to see Kitty coming toward the crowd in the hall. She paused next to Lacy, looking around at the kids.
“Oh, thank God you’re here, Kitty,” Alissa said.
Kitty’s eyes went back to the two women, going between them. “Oh, you’re hurt,” she said, putting the walkie-talkie in her hand into her pocket.
“Yes,” Alissa said, playing the victim. She reached her hand up for Kitty to take.
Kitty looked down at Alissa. “Alissa, you know you’re not allowed to use your powers in the halls,” she said as she turned to Lacy to look at her hand.
“What?” Alissa gasped and powered down in shock as she stared up at the two of them.
“Besides, what are you still doing here? Your meeting with the Professor was like, a month ago, and all you’ve been doing here is eating our food and telling everyone how much better than them you are.” There were mutters of agreement amongst the students. “Why don’t you go home already. Come on, Lacy, let’s get you taken care of,” she finished to Lacy as she turned the woman towards the stairs.
The students didn’t move to help Alissa up, just stared down at her as they whispered to themselves.
“You know, she’s the one who stopped the Senator, right?”
“Yeah.”
“I heard she went back by herself.”
“Yeah, I heard that Logan had to chase her down 'cause she left alone.”
“Miss Kitty said that the Professor wanted to make her an honorary member of the X-Men.”
“Dr. McCoy said we owe her our lives.”
“Jean said she has to chase her out of the med lab or she’ll try to stay there with Kurt forever.”
“She saved us.”
“She saved Kurt.”
“Alissa is jealous.”
The whispers continued for longer, grating on Alissa's nerves and embarrassing her. She jumped up, running through the hall and yelling, “No! Shut up!”

Kitty finished wrapping the bandages around Lacy’s knuckles. “You look ok; we just had to check if you were really burned because Alissa’s powers make her body heat up really hot." Lacy nodded, looking down at her hands. “But it looks like a pretty light burn. Should heal in no time.”
“Thanks, Kitty,” Lacy said quietly. “I always seem to cause trouble when I’m here…”
“Are you kidding? I wanted to throw you a party after you hit her last time! This time, it might have to be a parade,” Kitty told her.
“You don’t like her much, do you?” Lacy asked.
Kitty closed her eyes and sighed as she remembered something. “You know she was Kurt’s first…” Lacy nodded. “He…” She turned to look at Kurt as she hesitated. “He thought that he’d never find anyone who would be able to look beyond his appearance enough to get that close to him…”
Lacy raised a brow. “You don’t seem to run for the hills when you see him,” she commented.
Kitty blushed. “Actually… When I first met him, I did react badly.” Lacy’s eyes widened. She never would have guessed. “He was the first physically mutated person I’d ever seen, and all of this was really new to me; I thought I was just the only freak, so…” She shook her head. “I fell in love with someone else, anyway.” She explained.
“That’s all besides the point,” she said as she got back on track with her story. “Anyway, Alissa, like, just used Kurt for her own needs I guess, and it made Kurt feel really bad when they did it.” Lacy nodded, remembering what Kurt had said about feeling dehumanized. “But he thought that maybe that was because she was still trying to get over his appearance. He thought she liked him, really, actually liked him. He was on cloud nine, happy, then, one day, he got back from being out one night, had a big bouquet of flowers he’d picked for her… But she’d packed her bags without telling him. I remember he came down from her room, worried because her stuff was gone, and there she was, pulling her coat on and the bag over her shoulder as the cab pulled up…”
Kurt stopped in the entryway, looking at Alissa. “Alissa-” He stopped, unable to speak.
Alissa looked over at him, smiling and taking the bouquet from his hands. “Oh, a goodbye bouquet, thanks Kurt!” She turned to the door and opened it, looking out at the cabbie who was opening the back door for her. “Bye, all!”
The door closed and Kurt stared at it with a shocked and heartbroken expression. “Vhat did she mean, “goodbye”?”
Kitty looked over at Logan, Scott and Jean before going to Kurt and putting a hand on his shoulder. “She didn’t tell you?” She asked.
“Tell me vhat?” He asked, looking up at her with a painful expression, hoping that it wasn’t real, that this wasn’t happening.
“Oh, Kurt,” Kitty said, pulling him into a hug.
Lacy’s nose scrunched in disgust. “I should have hit her again,” she mumbled.
“And once for me,” Kitty said, smiling.

Lacy had fallen asleep on Kurt again, her head resting on her arm, her hand clutching his tail. She wanted him to wake up so badly that she was dreaming about it, but then she’d open her eyes, and realize that her dream of him softly stroking her cheek or other body part wasn’t real, and tears would rise in her eyes.
Jean sighed, the pained noise almost echoing back to her as she walked to the sleeping woman. She knew that she wouldn’t want to be dragged away from Scott if he was injured, but she had to wake Lacy up and send her to bed anyway. Her hand touched Lacy’s shoulder, but she didn’t stir like she had the first time. Jean pushed her shoulder, calling her name until she woke. “Lacy, you should go to bed,” she said.
Lacy stretched. “I’ve had enough sleep, now. I’ll just stay here…”
“Lacy,” Jean sighed again. “Go on,” she ushered, making sweeping motions after her as she stood and walked toward the door. “I’m sorry, Lacy, but you need to have real rest, too.”
Lacy stopped at the door and looked back. “I can’t when he’s laying there like that, no matter where I am.”
Jean put her hand on Lacy’s shoulder. “I know.”
As Lacy walked down the hall to the elevator, she rubbed her eyes and stretched more, knowing that sleeping half in a chair would leave cricks in her body. The elevator door opened, and she looked up, her eyes opening after a yawn. She saw that it was full of students, and paused, blinking away the yawn tears.
The door started to close, but one of the students stopped it. “Are you getting on?” He asked.
“Oh, yeah- yes,” she corrected, using proper English. She stepped into the space they made for her and rode up. The doors opened on the main floor, and they all stepped out, going their separate directions. She watched them, shrugging and going up the stairs.
The next day, though, she was sitting next to Kurt in the lab, when the door opened and three young students came in, one carrying a tray of food, one a pitcher of something, and the other holding the door.
She looked at them in question as they got closer, wondering why they would want to eat down here, but her face turned to shock when they stopped in front of her.
“We brought you some dinner,” one said, holding out the tray.
“We noticed that you haven’t come to the dining room a lot, and thought you might be forgetting to eat,” the empty handed girl supplied.
“My mom and dad did that a lot when my brother died,” the third said quietly.
Lacy shook herself and took the tray, setting it on the bedside table, following it with the pitcher of juice as well. “Thank you,” she told them.
They all smiled and turned, hurrying out of the room as only kids could.
Lacy looked to see that the tray was full of food, more than she could eat in a meal. She smiled at their normal kid behavior as she looked at the door, then filled her empty glass with the juice and drank some before turning back to Kurt and taking his hand in hers.
Lacy woke up as Logan shook her, looking around for sign of attack. “Huh?” She questioned sleepily.
“Just wanted to let you know that the Senator’s been let go,” he told her. “And Jean says to tell you to go to bed.”
Lacy wiped her face, but didn’t move.
“Come on, ya don’t want me to carry you,” he told her.
“Ok,” she sighed. “I’m going.”
She made her way up to Kurt’s room and laid down, but was unable to fall asleep, or so she thought.
Kurt stroked her arm and she turned to look at him. “Kurt, I thought you were-”
“I’m fine, now,” he told her, pulling her close. He kissed her jaw, then her lips, then her neck.
Her arms wrapped around him, pulling close and tightening as his fingers pressed into her breast gently. She sighed, twisting in the bed to press against him.
Kurt’s hand moved to her cheek, followed by his lips. “Lacy,” he whispered.
She opened her eyes and looked up.
She was alone.
Tears grew in her eyes, starting to roll down her cheeks. She turned to his pillow and held it as she buried her nose in it. “I will not dream of Kurt again,” she whispered. “I want to see you. I won’t let myself- not until it’s for real…”
It was two days later that Lacy was pulled from sleep, sent to Kurt’s bed to get “real rest,” though she couldn’t, and they knew it.
She climbed the stairs, weakly smiling and waving to the kids who said hello as she past, her eyes hardly able to stay open.
They had been a lot less afraid of her since she’d stood up to Alissa in the hall, and Alissa had left, so she didn’t have to see her any more.
Kitty stopped Lacy as she made her way to Kurt’s door. “Lacy, are you ok?” She asked. “I haven’t seen you since yesterday, and you still look like you haven’t slept in weeks…”
Lacy pulled a smile onto her mouth. “I’m ok, sleeping, too, just not getting very restful sleep…”
Kitty pulled Lacy close, squeezing her in a hug. “Lacy, it’s going to be ok.”
Lacy pulled back and gave her another watery smile. “I’m going to try to get some work done,” she said, opening Kurt’s door.
“Ok, but get some real sleep, too,” Kitty told her.
The sun was rising, though it couldn’t be seen in the med lab where Kurt was.
His hand squeezed the empty air where Lacy had been only a few short hours ago.
Her words pushed into his sleeping brain; “No wonder you always get up so early; it’s barely the crack of dawn and everyone’s awake and doing things here.”
A few seconds later, he worked up the energy to open his eyes and look around. His hand moved to his mouth and he pulled on the tube there.
“Kurt?” A low voice asked. Hank stepped into view and put a hand on his. “Let me help. Now, cough,” he said as he pulled the tube. Kurt choked as the tube was removed, rubbing his knuckle against his lips. “I’m glad to see you awake, my boy. Lacy will be so happy to hear. I’ll go get her,” Hank said as he turned to the door.
“No, let me tell her,” Kurt said a little raspy, moving to stand.
“Wait, wait, you should rest,” Hank told him, ushering him back to the bed.
“But, Hank, I feel fine. Besser zhan fine, like I’ve been sleeping forever,” Kurt assured him.
“Well, you did stabilize quite a while ago,” Hank agreed hesitantly. “But, I should still run some tests, just to make sure that you’re completely alright.”
Lacy tried to rest, but sleep wouldn’t come. She decided to turn on the tv to make some noise, hoping it would help, but when the morning news came on their top story caught her attention.
“After spending nearly two weeks missing, the Senator has returned. He was found wondering around the beach near New Jersey, wearing the same suit he was wearing when he was last seen. When questioned about where he was, the Senator was unable to respond.”
Lacy’s head tilted to the side as she watched the footage in the corner of the screen. The Senator was walking across the sand toward the parking lot, looking flustered at all of the questions as he tried to get away from the cameras.
She watched the story with interest, glad to see that at least the Senator wasn’t having an easy time.
She decided that since she couldn’t sleep, she’d try to work.
After a few hours she was starting to get tired, but then the afternoon news came on, and as she was shutting down her work and laptop, they started with the top story again.
“Good afternoon, and thank you for joining us. Our top story today is the return of the Senator. After spending nearly two weeks missing, the Senator has returned. He was found wondering around the beach near New Jersey, wearing the same suit he was wearing when he was last seen. When questioned about where he was, the Senator was unable to respond.”
Lacy stretched, closing her laptop and picking up the remote to turn off the tv, but froze at the news caster’s next words.
“We also have an update to this story, as a security guard has come forward with some more information.” The security guard that had caught her as she left was on the screen. “Well, I saw this girl trying to leave, she looked like an intern. When I asked what she was doing there so late, I noticed that she was beat up, like she’d been hit, a lot, and her clothes were all torn up. I asked her what happened, she said that it was the senator. I asked if she wanted to call the police, but she said she just wanted to leave.”
They cut the tape there.
“Well- well. You heard it.” The surprise in the newscaster’s voice was obvious, and you could tell that there hadn’t been a prescreening of the footage.
Lacy pushed the top of her laptop open again and hit the button to turn it on as they continued the report. She pulled up the news sites, trying to find the security guard’s full story, worried that there may be something that would show that it was her, but most of what she saw was, ‘if you have any leads, please contact…’
She kept searching, hoping to find something, but her eyes were getting heavier due to her being awake for so long with no real sleep. She hadn’t eaten, either, so her body felt like it had no energy to pull on.
Lacy got up and made her way to the kitchen, pulling things out and making a quick sandwich since it was past lunch time. She ate the sandwich as she made her way back upstairs, intending on taking a nap before she went down to see Kurt, knowing that she’d get kicked out of the med lab if she fell asleep on him again.
When she got back to Kurt’s room, she changed and laid on the bed, still intent on going to sleep, but her closed laptop called to her, tempting her to continue the search while the tv played softly in the background.
Slowly, the soft hum of the voices of evening sitcoms lulled her, making her eyes droop and her head sink.
Lacy’s hand slipped from her cheek, causing her face to fall towards the keyboard. Sleepily, she laid her head on her arm, trying to keep searching, but her brain was shutting down, and she lost the battle, unaware that Kurt was trying to finish Hank’s tests as fast as possible so he could come see her.
A woman in a blue suit sat at the news anchor desk, looking into the camera as she waited for her cue. “Hello, I’m Diane Goodman. Good evening, and thanks for joining us. Our top story of the day keeps evolving, as the Senator is now resigning from office. Many are claiming that this is due to the breaking evidence that he had assaulted an intern in his offices before disappearing for nearly two weeks. Some of those are also speculating as to the nature of the assault, saying that perhaps the assault was not stopped at the offices, since the woman is nowhere to be found, and she disappeared at the same time as the Senator. Others still, are calling for a body search, wondering if the mystery woman is still alive.”
Kurt opened his door and stepped in, seeing the news on the tv and getting distracted for a moment.
The newswoman was talking about the theories of what had happened with the Senator and a mystery woman, while showing film of the Senator walking across sand toward a parking lot, looking flustered as he tried to get away from the cameras.
Kurt took the remote from the edge of the bed and turned the tv off, turning to the bed and looking down at Lacy.
He took in her body first, as though he had never seen her before.
She was laying in his bed with her black hair spilled all around her face and shoulders, wearing his shirt and her panties but nothing else, the blankets twisted at the bottom of the bed around her feet.
She had obviously been trying to do something on her laptop, which was open with the black sleep screen as the lights blinked, but had fallen asleep and rolled away from it.
Kurt kneeled on the edge of the bed and crawled forward, turning to see the laptop. He picked it up to put it away, but touched something and made the screen flash back on. He blinked at the sudden light and looked at the contents of the screen; news forums about the missing woman from the news.
He raised a brow and looked at Lacy. He knew that she was the “missing” woman, but no one even had the beginnings of a clue about the woman, or what she looked like.
He had been glad when Hank had been bringing him up to speed while testing him, feeling his heart soaring to know that Lacy had done things to protect him and the rest of mutant kind, being brave and kind.
He stared down at her now, thinking of how much of a hero she was, although she wouldn’t admit it.
His chest felt close to bursting with pride. That was the woman he’d fallen in love with, the one he wanted to spend all of his time with, maybe even the rest of his life, even though she still couldn’t say she loved him and had a mild panic attack when he said it.
His cheeks could hardly contain his smile as he closed the laptop and set it on the ground next to the bed.
He moved closer to her and pulled her over, her head lolling toward him in sleep. His brow creased as he saw the light remains of the bruises left by the Senator, and his fingers stroked down her cheek.
“Lacy,” he whispered, taking off his shirt before laying next to her and pulling close against her. “Lacy, mein hertz. Sie sind die schönsten und durchdachte Frau in der Welt... Liebling, Liebe- Ich werde dich in meinem Herzen für immer.”
{Lacy, my heart, you are the most beautiful and thoughtful woman in the world... Darling, love- I want to keep you in my heart forever}
His heart ached, but he didn’t know why; he should feel fine now that he was with Lacy.
He stroked her cheek again, leaning forward to kiss her, and her eyes fluttered open.
“Kurt?”
His heart suddenly shot up and against his ribcage at her voice. “Ja?”
She was smiling at him, now, and not looking so mournful. That must make the difference.
He kissed her again before she could answer, his arms holding her tight as his tail wrapped around her.
When he finally pulled back, he stared into her face as they both gasped for air, the smile inseparable from his lips.
Lacy smiled back, her cheeks starting to flush as his hand stroked her side, his shirt moving out of the way as his hand moved.
“I love you,” he told her against her lips.
Lacy’s eyes didn’t even widen in shock, which surprised him. “Kurt,” she said a little sadly as her fingers ran through the fur on his jaw. “I won’t. Not until it’s real.”
Kurt blinked at her. “Vhat do you mean?”
“I promised myself that I wouldn’t dream of you like this. I won’t be with you anymore until I can be with the real you,” she told him, thinking that it must be hard for a dream to understand that she was refusing to participate in dreaming.
Kurt’s lips curled in a seductive smile. “Ah, so, you have been vearing my shirt, laying in my bed, dreaming of being vizh me?” He asked cheekily. “Am I ever as good as I am in real life?”
Lacy blinked at him. “What?” She asked, confused.
“Ich fragte, ob wir sollten sehen, ob ich so gut im realen Leben, wie in Ihrer Phantasie,” he told her, his lips brushing across hers before taking them in a kiss. His tongue moved around her mouth, stroking past her tongue and across the roof of her mouth.
{I asked if we should see if I'm as good in real life as in your imagination.}
Lacy kissed him back, her hands going to his shoulders.
Kurt’s hand softly stroked across her side and up her stomach to her breast, his hand cupping it and starting to gently knead.
Lacy’s lips fell away from his as a soft moan escaped.
Kurt groaned and kissed down her throat. “Du siehst so sexy in meinem T-Shirt,” he told her as he buried his face in her chest and massaged her breasts through the fabric.
{You look so sexy in my shirt}
“Ah!” Lacy arched to him, crying out as he pinched her nipples. “Kurt!”
“Mmm, ja?” He asked as he pushed the shirt fabric out of the way and started licking at her breasts.
She held a moan back, her hand lifting to press against her jaw, but let out a sexy squeak as his fingers drifted down her to stroke over her panties.
“Lacy,” he sighed, his tongue swirling around her nipple before he took it into his mouth again.
“N-no, I can’t- I shouldn’t, I only want Kurt,” she started protesting.
Kurt kissed between her breasts and started making a trail down her stomach, alternating between kissing, licking, and sucking. “Ich bin Kurt,” he told her.
{I am Kurt}
“T-the real Kurt,” she told him, trying to control herself as he started pulling off her panties.
“Ich bin der echte Kurt,” he insisted between kisses to her inner thigh while his hands stroked her hips and his tail tossed her panties away.
{I am the real Kurt}
“N-no, I’ve dreamed this too many times-” She gasped as his tongue found her clit and started licking. Lacy tried to convince her mind to stop, to wake up, but she couldn’t. “It’s not- No matter how many times I dream it- You won’t just magically, suddenly get better!” She declared.
“Nein, habe ich nicht. Es dauerte viel zu lange, und jetzt habe ich die verlorene Zeit aufzuholen,” he told her, his finger finding her soaked and sinking in as he licked at the little nub that seemed to beg him for more. His tail and legs started working their way out of his pants, ready, willing, and demanding to be near her.
{No, I didn't. It took too damn long, and now I have to make up for lost time}
“K-Kurt!” She cried out, her hips arching up against his mouth.
His finger thrust into her, each movement in and out making her wetness drip down herself, and he licked at it, his tongue spreading it back up and around her clit and through her folds.
Lacy’s hands moved up over her face. “I-I- Oh! Oh, Kurt…”
Kurt pulled away from her and moved up her body to kiss her. “Ich bin der echte Kurt, Lacy, und ich möchte, um Ihr Herz und Körper zu singen wie die meine, wenn ich sehe Sie an,” he told her as she looked up at him. His hands moved over her breasts, giving a gentle squeeze and massaging, his fingers finding her nipples and rolling them as his tail pulled her leg over his thigh so he could push against her hot, slick desire. “Oh, Gott, du bist so nass, es so schlimm... Sag mir, ja, so kann ich diese geschwollenen Glied einen guten Zweck wollen,” he told her, his cock sliding back and forth against her, pushing and almost entering a few times.
{I am the real Kurt, Lacy, and I want to make your heart and body sing like mine do when I'm looking at you. Oh, God, you're so wet, you want it so bad... Tell me yes so I can put this swollen cock to good use}
Lacy panted with need and want as she stared up at him. “Kurt- it’s really you?”
Kurt had to close his eyes so he could try to focus enough to speak English. “Of course it is, Lacy, don’t you speak German anymore?” He asked, his voice husky and heavy with accent. He opened his eyes to see tears running down her cheeks.
“Kurt!” She pulled him down to kiss her, and he happily obliged, his mouth covering hers and making full use of their tongues and lips.
“Lacy, es hard zu nicht just-” He started against her lips in a broken, half English, half German jumble as his cock still slightly slid against her, wanting to catch at her opening and slip in.
“Kurt, for the love of God, get that German man meat in here!” She demanded, her nails digging into his shoulders and pulling him close.
Kurt groaned and thrust in, hard.
Lacy’s nails dug into him as she arched back, crying out in delight. Her legs wrapped around him tightly, keeping him snug against her as he started thrusting.
Kurt kissed her neck, feeling her heart thundering against his lips and buried his face there, holding her tight as he groaned and panted, thrusting into the beautiful woman under him.
“Kurt, oh,” she panted, turning his face back to hers so she could kiss him again.
He kissed her back, holding her tightly against him as his tail wrapped around her. His lips dragged down her throat, his harsh breath huffing out between his lips. “Oh- ah, Lacy,” he groaned against her.
She felt his muscles tighten, his hips jerking unintentionally as he came.
She took a breath, trying not to be too disappointed, after all, he had been out of commission for a while, and would have a build up of desire.
It took her a moment, but she realized that he was still stiff inside her as he kissed around her collarbone and shoulders. “Kurt, how…?” She asked as she looked up at him.
Kurt smiled and kissed her neck, nuzzling the tender area under her ear. “Es ist eine nette Partytrick, nicht wahr?” He asked as the tip of his tail brushed against her belly, indicating that it was wrapped tightly around his cock, keeping him erect.
{It’s a nice party trick, isn’t it?}
Shivers ran down her whole body at his warm breath. “Yes,” she whispered. Lacy arched as his hands held her sides and slid down.
“Ich habe eine andere bekam,” he told her as he kissed down her neck and continuing down her chest and along her stomach, pulling out as he moved lower.
{I’ve got another one}
Lacy arched up to his hands and lips as he pulled her hips close to him.
It took her another moment to realize that as his tongue skillfully worked against her clit, he was kneeling up, and taking her hips with him, so that she was nearly upside down.
“K-Kurt! Ah!” She cried, her hips rocking a little as she came.
He lowered her hips, but put her ankles around his neck. “Halten Sie es,” he told her as he positioned himself.
{Hold there}
She looked up at him, blushing a little at the sight of her body nearly laid out, her breasts laying back toward her.
Kurt slipped into her, instantly striking against her g-spot.
Not that he ever needed help finding it, just that it was so readily accessible in this position.
Kurt thrust again, hitting her g-spot and making her cry out. He thrust quickly, making Lacy’s thighs quiver as her hands reached for his knees, groping for him and arching in his hands. He felt her tightening around him, and had to pull out of her at the amazing feel, too tender to stand much more.
He laid her down and knelt over her, kissing her throat and sucking gently at her pulse. “Ah, Ich liebe dich,” he told her against her collarbone as he kissed and licked it.
Lacy’s fingers caught his chin and turned it back up. “I know,” she told him, her lips finding his. “I- I- Ah…” Her cheeks heated and she panted, but couldn’t get the words out.
“Ich weiß,” Kurt assured her in an inaudible whisper. His hands tightened, pulling her hips up, her knees falling apart and ankles now hanging over his hips as he continued thrusting and hitting her g-spot.
“Oh!” Lacy cried out, her toes gripping the air as her back arched. “Oh, Kurt!”
Kurt kissed down her breast, pausing and enjoying the soft, but tight milking waves rolling over him from her tightening muscles. He smiled and found her lips again as he started rocking back and forth.
Lacy was letting out little mewling moans as his cock hit back and forth inside her. “Kurt,” she moaned, panting and reaching for him.
Kurt kissed her exposed throat, feeling his stomach bubble with excitement at her noises. He started thrusting again and she arched in his hands. Kurt leaned down and licked a nipple before pulling it into his mouth, and Lacy bit her lip, a squeak slipping out. “Lacy,” he gasped as he switched nipples and tugged at the other one.
“Ah, please-” Lacy gasped, a feeling of awe starting to fill her, as though she were standing at the edge of the ocean and taking in the enormity of it. “Kurt-”
“Ja?” He asked, still thrusting and hitting her sweet spot.
“Kurt, please-” She panted for a second, losing her voice. “M-more-” Tears were starting to sting at her ducts. “F-for- ever!” She squeaked quietly, tightening around him.
Kurt felt the passion radiating from her chest in waves of heat and thrust faster, pressing into her with need as serious as if he would die without her. “Lacy,” he moaned, panting against her and thrusting faster. He was almost there. “Lacy-” Kurt clenched his jaw, trying to hold on for just another minute. “Lacy, bitte-”
She buried her nose in his shoulder, her thighs wrapping around him. “Kurt- I-” Her voice trembled and her body pressed closer to him as she came again.
Kurt let out a tense breath, letting his tail loose as he came again, shooting the little fluids he had left into her hot, tender, warmth. He gasped to catch his breath and rolled, pulling her over onto him. “I love you,” he whispered into her hair. Lacy nuzzled against his chest. “You’re not having a panic attack,” he commented.
She shook her head slightly. “Say it again,” she asked.
“I love you,” he told her.
“I was afraid I’d never hear you say that again…”
Kurt’s arms tightened around her, pulling her closer. “I vill say it as many times as you vant to hear it,” he whispered.
“Say it again,” she said.
His lip quirked in a smile. “I love you.”
“I- I… Want to hear it again,” she said quietly.
“I love you,” he told her.
Her hand tightened against his chest. “Me, too…” she whispered as she blushed.
His lips stretched to their limit with his smile. “I know,” he told her.
She looked up at him in surprise. “Y-you do?”
“Of course, liebling. It’s so obvious,” he told her as he ran his fingers down her cheek. “You are not so good at hiding your feelings any more.”
Lacy buried her face in his side. “I still can’t say it, though,” her muffled voice told him.
Kurt tightened his arm around her. “You vill vone day, zhough, I’m sure.” She looked up at him. “You vill tell me exactly how you feel.”
Lacy’s hand moved up to cup his jaw. “You’re so sweet, Kurt…” Her sleepy face turned mischievous. “What makes you think it will be you I say it to?”
“Who else vould it be?” He asked. “Zhey can’t even get you to leave my side vizhout Logan having to strong arm you,” he teased.
She blushed as he ran his fingers across her cheek and stared into her eyes.
“Not zhat I mind,” he whispered.
Lacy was having trouble keeping her eyes open as she stared back at him.
Kurt smiled and kissed her. “Come, Lacy, it has been a long few veeks… Let’s sleep,” he whispered as he pulled her close.
“Ok,” she murmured as she cuddled deeper into his arms and quickly drifted off.
Kurt didn’t sleep, though, he just stared at the amazing woman in his arms.
She didn’t even know how special she was.
He decided that he would try and change that. “Tomorrow,” he whispered. “I vill try tomorrow, tonight, sleep.”
He smiled down at Lacy and held her tightly as he followed her into dreamland
The end!
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