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And finally to the smut. If you�re
reading it�d be great if you could review � it�d be nice to know what we�re
doing right or wrong or even if anyone�s enjoying this. There�s one more
chapter of this pre-written but whether we bother continuing from there is a
matter of whether it seems like anyone actually cares one way or the other.

Kurt

    �

Gott, she'd let
her hand stray to the spade of his tail and he felt his pants grow almost
instantly tight, and when she shivered slightly at his touch it was all the
encouragement he needed to close the little distance between them. The feel of
her bare lips against his, the satin of her cheek against the horny palm of his
hand, even after almost three months it was...electrifying.

She moaned when he kissed her, deep and demanding, and she
began to pull free of her trenchcoat, working to rid herself of the residue of
the afternoon's activities as much as to get more flesh exposed. It was only a
moment's work, and his tail eagerly helped to pull it completely out of the way
as she leaned back and let the weight of his body carry her down.

The fact that she didn't have to made it all the more
thrilling that she did, and he shifted smoothly to cover her body with his own,
one foot braced against the floor in the narrow confines of the pew. He could
have pushed against her until hell froze over - though he thought it more
likely these days that it would simply decay - but he wouldn't have gotten
anywhere unless she chose to let him. But she did, and the feel of her
body beneath him, warm and responsive and alive, was enough to push everything
else back for at least a little while.

He shuddered, moaning into her mouth as she ran gentle
fingers through his hair, traced them across the delicately elongated tips of
his ears in a way that made him groan and press down hard against her. Jesu, she was winding him up fast and
tight today, first the tail and now the ears, and he pulled back just far
enough to grin down at her with a predatory gleam in his eyes.

She was beautiful, and he just let himself look for a long
moment, drinking her in as his tail busied itself exploring the familiar yet
ever-fascinating landscape of her thighs. Finally, he ran a hand up and in,
gently cupping one breast through the fabric of her uniform before going
farther and taking hold of the zipper. He dipped back down for another quick
kiss, his tongue pressing into her mouth, and then pulled back just far enough
to slide the zipper down between them.

His shirt was gone already, disposed of before they
started digging graves. He'd decided early on that, in their current line of
work, t-shirts were a disposable resource and so he'd wiped himself as clean as
he could with the inside of the one he'd been wearing and then abandoned it -
along with the bandana that had kept his now-short hair relatively clean - on
the ground. Now he pulled her uniform open and pressed himself back down,
moaning at the feel of her breasts against his chest, nipples brushing through
his short, dense fur.

He'd felt guilty the first time they'd done this here, in
God's House, but the need of her had been too overwhelming then, and now�now he
could understand the ancient pagan religions that had held sex as a sacred
rite. It seemed, anymore, that almost the only time he felt truly alive was
when he was cradled in the heat of her body, and he thought that any God who
would grudge them this, even in His House, was no more worthy of his prayers
than a God who would loose this scourge upon the world. And so he didn't think
of it at all. Just thought about the taste of her as he bent back down to
capture her mouth with his; the feel of her heart beating against his ribs as
he settled his weight entirely on her; the silk-satin of her hair as he ran his
hand up and loosed it from its tie, let it cascade through his fingers as he
cradled the back of her head. And, lieber
Gott, the smoothness of her skin as he pushed her uniform down, trailing
his fingers teasingly across the delicate skin of her inner arm as he went.

He couldn't keep her safe. He couldn't make things right.
The only thing he could do was love her, here and now and every chance he had
because there was no guarantee of tomorrow. And if all the world was indeed
going to hell and there was nothing he could do about it, he could at least
give thanks for this one thing.

"Liebe dich,"
he murmured against her lips with a sigh. "Liebe dich immer."

ROGUE POV

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She let out a soft moan as he pressed himself against her,
reaching for the clips under her shoulder pads. The chest plate slid off of the
uniform, and she let it fall to the floor, pulling him in and pressing herself
against him, her bare arms brushing through the thick fur on his body, the feel
of his hand as it pressed against her breast through the uniform incredibly,
maddeningly frustrating. Luckily, he made a move for the zipper of the uniform,
kissing her as he worked it free.

They'd be late getting back from their patrol. Unless
there was something good to distract the others, there might even be questions,
but in all honesty, they had just buried six innocent little children,
and if people needed to know, they could even tell them about the church. About
the candles, and the prayers which never seemed to be answered and probably
never would. Nobody would say anything. Not when everyone was trying so hard to
stay sane and whole, and everyone was looking for something to hold on to.
Besides, it wasn't like they did this every time they came to the
church.

Just some of the time.

He pulled the uniform open and she started to work her
arms out of the arm holes, grateful that she'd removed the full-length sleeves
of the uniform shortly after she gained control. Made things easier, especially
with the shoulder pads still firmly attached. He pressed into her, letting out
a moan that had her wanting to press into him harder, pull him against her,
just feel him for awhile. Her breath quickened as he leaned in again, mouth
moving swiftly to press against hers, the feel and taste and texture of him a
welcome respite from the way the rest of the world felt.

He freed her hair, which had grown long over the months,
from its band and she laid her head back against the pew momentarily, his hand
providing a warm and comfortable nook for it to rest in. He pushed the uniform
down, the slightly chilled air of the cavernous building starting to have some
small effect on her. But it didn't matter, as he traced his fingers along the
underside of her arm, causing chills of an entirely different kind to shoot up
her spine once again. "Liebe dich," he murmured against her lips
with a sigh. "Liebe dich immer."

She smiled against his mouth, pulling her head back just
long enough to reply, "I know." Pulling him in again, she kissed him
as she used her free hand to unbutton his pants, careful not to rip them.
That'd happened a few times, especially early on, before she was used to the
added strength. Fuck, she still wasn't entirely used to it. But being late was
one thing, being late and pantsless was another altogether. Luckily, though,
she was able to get the buttons free without causing any permanent damage to
the pants. And considering the fact that the crowd at the mall was quite a bit
more hostile than it used to be, keeping clothes intact was definitely a good
thing. Looping her arm around his waist, she pressed forward with both her body
and her mouth, kissing him hard before pulling back to add to her earlier
statement, "I love you too."

In her rather limited knowledge of the German language,
that had been one of the few phrases that she'd caught onto. She had no clue
what "immer" meant, but unless it was a shortened version of
"just kidding, you suck and not in the good way," she didn't care.
And if the books Kurt had in his room were any evidence, the German way of
saying something was never the shortened way.

She ran her hands through his fur, deep into the nap,
letting them brush against the skin beneath, one hand trailing across his
chest, teasing his nipple. She leaned forward and trailed kisses across his
face, mouth eventually reaching his ear, where she nipped gently at the point
as her hands made their way down his back, settling at the spot near the base
of his tail, one hand starting to trail lightly up the tail itself.

KURT POV

    �

He felt her lips quirk into a smile against his at his
words before she pulled back a fraction. "I know," she
answered, and something in his chest tightened at the casualness of her
response. The first time he'd said those words to her, not all that long ago,
he'd half-hoped she wouldn't understand, but now.... The world was falling to
hell around them, there was probably something wrong with the fact that, at
this precise moment in time, he was completely happy.

He went eagerly as she pulled him back down, her fingers
working between them to worry carefully at the button of his pants and he
half-smiled at the memory of the three pair - and innumerable shirts - she'd
accidentally shredded before she learned to control her strength...mostly. Now,
though, she managed the operation with no adverse consequences, and he gasped
as warm fingers and cool air touched heated flesh. Sehr gut... She
pulled him down, simultaneously arching up to meet him and he nudged her thighs
farther apart with his knees, settling tighter against her body as she pressed
her lips fiercely to his.

"I love you too." The fingers woven in
her hair tightened their grip convulsively and he turned his face to nip
lightly at the line of her jaw, shoulders arching up and back as she dragged
her fingers through his fur, all the way to the skin beneath. Loved her touching
him. Any part of him, any time, but especially in the ways they'd never
expected to be possible. He couldn't imagine ever taking it for granted as she
skimmed a hand across his chest, teasing his nipple in a way that brought a
wicked smile to his lips and his hips grinding down hard against her as he
pushed the tight spandex farther down her body, baring more and more
satin-smooth skin to his touch as he went.

She left a trail of kisses across his cheek and his hand
lingered at her hip, calloused fingers tracing patterns in alabaster flesh in
counterpoint to the movement of her fingers across his back. His tail had just
come up to tug her uniform down past her hips when she switched her attention
to his ear, nibbling at the point as she simultaneously settled one hand at the
base of his tail and he squeezed her ass convulsively. His fingers would have
left bruises on anyone else, and even knowing that he couldn't hurt her he
tried to hold back...but then her other hand moved to trail down the length of his
tail and he growled low in his chest, his breath coming short and his movements
shifting from almost languid to something close to frantic.

Oh Jesus...he groaned into her neck, fangs pressed hard
against skin that, Gott sei danke,
wouldn't show a mark as he hooked his toes into her uniform and dragged it
roughly off, letting it drop to the floor with a dry rustle. Nothing beneath
him but skin, now. Pale and smooth and he dipped down to catch a firm, dark
nipple in his mouth, sucking hard as he fumbled with his free hand and his tail
to push his own pants down, growled in an entirely different way than before
when they stalled at his knees as he tried to work his tail free.

ROGUE POV

    �

She'd gotten quite good at blocking things out. Right
then, for example, she had all but forgotten about the disaster that was the
world, and the fact that mere feet away from them, small memorials burned for
their friends. Living for the moment was not just a fun phrase, it was reality.
There was no way to know whether or not they'd be alive tomorrow, no real way
of knowing whether or not they�d be alive in an hour. All they really had
for certain was right then. Only thing that mattered was the grin on his face
and the warmth of his body, the pressure against her skin as his thick fingers
pushed the uniform down even further.

Keeping a grin off of her own face with some trouble, she
kissed her way to his ear, nipping at the point while her hand made a move for
his tail. It hadn�t taken much time for her to figure out exactly where on his
body she had to go in order to get things really heated up. The ears, the base
of his tail, the spade of his tail... hell, the tail itself. All big
"go" points. And it seemed to be working. He pressed his fingers hard
into her ass, the pressure feeling like it would go right through her. She let
out a gasp, free hand starting to trace down the length of his tail and closing
her eyes briefly as he let out a deep growl and sped up considerably.

It was all she could do not to laugh as he dug his fangs
into her neck. It should have hurt, she should have probably been bleeding,
writhing in pain, but in reality, it just tickled a little bit. She could feel
the points of his teeth, but sharp as they were, they still didn't draw blood.
Using his feet, he pulled her uniform the rest of the way off, the built in
boots and kneepads falling to the stone floor, and she let her hands wander up
again, tracing his tail all the way up his spine. His mouth moved from her neck
down to her chest, lips concentrating on her nipple, causing her to arch her
back, moaning softly.

No, she definitely hadn't lost sensation in the way she'd
feared she eventually would. Not in the least. Yet. As Kurt let out a growl
that was far, far from the kind she so loved hearing from him, she nearly
lifted the both of them in the air, realizing just in the nick of time that he
was, in fact, fighting with his pants. Not the undead. Chuckling softly, she
reached behind him and ran her hand up his tail, pulling it free of the tangle
of his pants and letting them drop to the pew, where she kicked them to the
ground and raised an eyebrow at him, still smiling. "Those pants kicked
your ass."

Pulling him against her, she floated up into the air
slightly, lowering them again in a slightly more comfortable position, mouth
latching onto his immediately, one hand back in place at the base of his tail
while her other proceeded to make the small trip to the front of his body, pressing
against the soft flesh of his cock, an action which always drove her
close to the edge. The sheer fact that she was able to do that was incredibly
stimulating in and of itself, and she hooked her legs around him, urging him
downward.

KURT POV

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He mock-glared at her when she laughed at his mounting
frustration with his pants. Scheisse,
he was beginning to wish she'd just ripped the verdammt things off at this point...but then the feel of her hand
running up his tail, raising his hackles and sending sparks straight to his
cock, was more than compensation for the hassle.

"Those pants kicked your ass." she
informed him as she freed his tail and kicked the offending garment to the
floor.

"Maybe, but it's not my ass I'm thinking about,"
he answered, lips quirking suggestively as he slipped a hand between her
thighs, fingers pressing into her and his thumb brushing lightly at her clit
just as she lifted the pair of them into the air. And, Gott, she was warm and
wet and ready and he wanted her so bad it was really the only thought he could
hold in his mind. The heat of her body, the need to sink into her, bury himself
in her until he couldn't tell where he ended and she began and the world
extended no farther than their labored breathing and pounding hearts.

As she settled them back on the pew he let her distract
him from her breast, instead kissing her with almost bruising force as she
pressed her fingers into the base of his tail again. A deep, rumbling growl
built in his chest and then her other hand was on his erection, caressing
over-heated, over-sensitized flesh as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He
didn't need any further urging and he moved his hand away, dripping with her
juices, and replaced it with his cock in one long, hard stroke, throwing his
head back with an almost sobbing groan at the feel of her enveloping him.

She was hot and wet and so incredibly tight and there was
nothing more important in his universe right now than pinning her to the bench
beneath him. Making her moan and writhe and scream and come, as many
times as possible, and he slid a hand beneath her ass, oblivious to the hard
wood of the pew beneath his� knees as he
shifted her hips up slightly and began to pound into her.

ROGUE POV

    �

The look on his face as she laughed was enough to make her
laugh even harder. She was trying not to. Really, she was, but... most folks
had mastered the art of dressing and undressing themselves at a very young age.
She reached out to help him, thoroughly amused with it all, and informed him
just how badly he'd gotten owned by an inanimate object. She was still shaking
her head as she knocked them off the pew and he responded, "Maybe, but
it's not my ass I'm thinking about." Raising an eyebrow, she opened
her mouth to comment but was cut off as his fingers slipped inside her, filling
the space rather easily and causing her to let out a gasp as she lifted them
into the air, straining to remember not to go too far off the pew... the
ceiling was high and falling wasn't fun.

She lowered them down again, hand traveling back to the
base of his tail, mouth pressing hungrily against his, the world dissolving
around her as he started to growl in a way that sounded almost like a deep
purr. Her hand moved to the front, returning his favor with as much of a grin
as she could muster with her mouth still pressed against his. His hand was
still working, and she wrapped her legs around him, urging him onward. Luckily,
he got the message loud and clear and moved his hand, driving himself into her with
a sudden, hard thrust.

Rogue inhaled sharply as he buried himself inside of her,
all thoughts of the hell that Earth had become completely vanquished from her
mind as the only thing at all that mattered was him. Even the flickering
candles, still recovering from the slight breeze that their sudden flight had
caused no longer mattered, callous as that seemed. He slid a hand down, holding
her ass and moving her a bit, and she held an arm out, bracing herself against
the back of the pew as he thrust repeatedly into her. Her back arched and she
had to concentrate to keep her legs from pulling him in too hard, hurting him.
Fingers digging into the wood of the pew, she let out a moan, wavering with the
motion that was practically shaking the pew. She wasn't religious at all, but
the only semi-coherent thought that was floating through her mind that she
could vocalize without too much trouble, was "Oh, God."

KURT POV

    �

Ach, Gott...that sound she made as he buried
himself in her, he'd never get tired of it. Never get tired of anything about
this. The feel of her, tense and straining as she arched up into him, her legs
trembling as she strove to find the balance between urging him on and snapping
him like a twig...and Jesu, that
thought alone was still almost enough to send him over the edge.

Right here, she was his altar, this was his prayer;
gasping incoherent endearments into her hair in a ragged mixture of German and
Rom as he pounded into her with almost bruising force, the pew creaking beneath
them in protest. He just...needed...closer...and his hands tightened their
grip, fingers digging hard into pale flesh and disheveled auburn hair as he
crept closer to the edge. Belly tight and breath just a sobbing gasp, he
finally thought to fight the wave that was beginning to crash over
him...because once it did it would be over, at least for now. They'd be back in
a broken, desecrated Church, the stink of putrefaction drifting on the air and
the only sound for miles the moan of wind on the trees fading into the moan of
the restless undead.

"Oh, God." Her voice was a hoarse gasp
and it was almost lost in the sharp crack of wood as her grip splintered the
back of the pew and he pulled back, fangs bared and panting, to look down at
her, trace the line of her brow with his lips...down her nose...latching
hungrily onto her mouth once more as he settled into a rhythm he could maintain
for at least a little while.

God had abandoned the children of His Creation, the light
was gone...all they had for certain was this moment and he was going to make it
last for as long as he could
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