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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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Kurt was determined to go to Lacy's that night, no matter what anyone said or tried to do; they'd managed to keep him busy and away from her for two days now, and he wanted to see her.
It was killing him to wait until it was dark enough for him to leave the mansion, and when he passed a window he would look out of it and sigh.
The sun was setting and the time he would be able to leave was approaching. He was looking out of the window, urging the sun to set faster, when Kitty came up behind him.
"Hey, Kurt, we're going to watch a movie, come join us," she told him.
"Nein, zhat is ok," Kurt told her, glancing out through the window again.
"Come on," Kitty pleaded. "I know it's driving you nuts to be stuck in the house while everyone is looking for mutants, this will help you relax. I'm not taking no for an answer," she told him, taking his arm and pulling him away to the rec room where a few other mutants had a movie set up.
It was Captain Blood, one of his favorites, and he knew they were putting it on just for him, but since he was going to sneak out in the middle, he didn't them paying attention to him. "Let's vatch somezhing else," he told them, and they all turned and stared at him.
"What?" They asked in shock.
"I- I vatched zhis earlier, let's vatch somezhing else," he told them, going over to the shelf of movies. "How about Zombieland?" He asked, pulling it off the shelf.
They all agreed and the movie started. Everyone settled down to watch it, but soon, they were laughing, jumping, some of the younger students couldn't help but get up and chase each other around, causing a ruckus, which is just what Kurt wanted, so he could get away. He stood and silently walked toward the door.
It seemed to take him forever to get across town to the specific apartment building he wanted, but he made it, he only hoped he wasn't too late for Lacy to be awake.
Lacy was dusting birds, birds covered in scaled feathers. Not that it made any sense, dreams rarely ever did when you just wandered through them. There was the sound of tapping on the glass by her, but there was no glass, the birds were posted on a fence and the only other thing in the field was a tree. She turned, looking for the cause of the sound, but she didn't see any thing. As she followed the sound, to the tree, she leaned close and closed her eyes, opening them after a moment to see her apartment, which made more sense if there were glass tapping, since there were actual windows there...
Lacy stood and walked to the window the noise was coming from.The window the tapping was coming from was one that was on a sheer wall, there was no way that someone would be able to get to it from the outside. 'But, it is a dream,' she thought, opening the window.
"Ah, hallo," Kurt said almost shyly.
A smile spread across her face, brightening the whole room. "Kurt!"
"Ah, ja," he said, his chest feeling tight at the fact that she was so happy to see him. "Hallo, Lacy," he said, smiling.
She took his hand and led him in, letting him walk past her as she closed the window again. She turned to him and stepped close against him, hugging him.
Kurt was stunned, she was so affectionate, even though they had still just met. She lifted her head and kissed him, pulling him closer. He kissed her back, his hand moving to her hair as the other slid down her back.
Lacy pulled back and looked him up and down. "So I see you've changed your clothes," she joked.
"Ja," he said, unsure if it was a good thing.
Her hand moved under his shirt and she ran her nails through his fur. She smiled and ran her hands up his chest, taking his shirt with it, pulling it off of his arms and tossing it behind her. His hands moved back to her and he pulled her back into a kiss, and Lacy gasped a moan and gently bit his lip, tugging on it before going back to kissing.
He pulled her closer against him and she raised to her tippy toes, pressing against him, but she over balanced and one foot tripped over the other, and she started to fall. Kurt held tighter to her, but her weight shift made them turn so she was closer to the wall instead of him. He saw a motion from the other side of the doorway and he was momentarily startled, fur raising and muscles freezing as he stared at the shadowy figure before he realized it was his reflection.
Lacy, clutching to his arms, followed his gaze to see him looking at his reflection. She smiled, almost laughing and let go of him to turn the light on. "It's a mirrored wall, to make the room look bigger," she explained. "Since it's so tiny. But I guess people do the same things to ceilings and stuff to watch themselves having sex and stuff."
Kurt's eyes turned to her then back to their reflection in the mirror and a mischievous smile played over his lips. "Zhey do zhat?" he asked innocently. Lacy turned back to him and shrugged. She was about to say something, but he kissed her, his hands moving under her shirt, one holding the small of her back, the other sliding up to her breast.
She moaned against his lips and his hand got a little rougher, but that only made her moan again, pulling back to gasp. Kurt moved her shirt up a little before pausing, looking up to ask if it was ok, but her hands were already following his lead, taking off her shirt and throwing it through the door to land by her bed.
Kurt took a breath before he leaned down and took one breast in his hand, gently squeezing as he took the nipple in his mouth. Lacy's head tilted back as she moaned and her hand tangled in his hair. His hips pressed against her, and she felt the hardness of him bruising the tender flesh of her thigh.
His hand pushed down one side of her shorts and underwear, pushing it low enough to bare one side of her butt, which his hand then moved up to cup and pull closer to him. Her head tilted back again as she groaned, and his tail snuck up, catching on the clothing and pulling it down her legs. Lacy pushed him back just enough that she could step out of the clothing, and his tail took it, following her lead and tossing it through the door.
He leaned his head down again, lavishing more attention on her breasts and nipples before pulling back and turning her around. Her eyes watched him in confusion as he positioned her in front of him so she was facing away. His chest was pressed against her back and his hands were around her, fondling her, gently squeezing, rubbing, flicking and playing with her nipples, and she gasped, her neck rolling to face forward, realizing that he'd made it so she was facing the wall of mirror and was watching her as he touched her. Heat rose in her cheeks and her breathing started becoming more of a pant as her eyelids lowered a little.
Kurt let one hand leave her breast to slide down her stomach, moving around her hip to take hold of her thigh, lifting it up so he could get access. She turned her head, but she couldn't see him since he was behind her. That's when she felt his tail wrap around her thigh, and her eyebrows rose. "What are you planning on doing with that?" She asked huskily.
He kissed the back of her neck where it met her shoulder. "Etwas Gutes," he told her. {something good}
She was about to ask what that was when the tip of his tail touched her, gently gliding back and forth for a moment before pushing to her clit, slowly moving past it. The sensation was new, but close to when his fingers had touched her there. The tip of his tail moved down to her entrance and he moved his whole tail, sliding it back and forth, gently pushing at her opening without going in.
"Es klopft an der Tür," he told her. She didn't answer, so he told her, "es kann nicht gehen, bis Sie es laden." He was giving her chance to say no since he knew it was something that the majority of people didn't have to work with and was most likely a new idea to her. {it's knocking on the door. it can't go in until you invite it}
Lacy bit her lip and her cheeks heated. His left hand was still playing with her breast and he kissed her neck again. She put her hand on his, taking a moment to remember that he wouldn't do anything to hurt her since it was a dream, and nodded. "Ok."
Kurt watched her face over her shoulder as his tail slowly pushed into her. He was gentle and slow, watching her face for any signs of pain, but she only moaned softly at his movements. He remembered the last time when she'd begged him to go harder, and thrust a little harder to test her out. She moaned a little louder in response, still showing no pain on her face, and he started thrusting harder.
His reward for being bold was louder moans, and her right hand moved behind to his head, tangling in his hair while her other hand went to the sink counter to help hold herself up.
He kissed her again, starting to nibble on her gently. When he applied a little suction, she let out a whine, moving her head to give him better access to that spot, and her hand left his head, moving down between them.
Kurt looked up into the mirror and saw her biting her lip, her eyes closed and her cheeks flushed red as she moaned. He groaned and his lips lowered to the spot again, nipping her. "Nhnn," was the delicious noise that filtered through her lips, fueling him to actually bite the tender spot. "Ahhh!" She cried out. Her whole body stiffened, pressing against his mouth while her had slipped into his waist band, becoming trapped, and he felt her tightening around his tail.
Kurt stopped thrusting as he leaned slightly back from her, his tail now supporting her leg so his hand could undo his pants and let them fall to the floor. He wondered how he was going to manage to get into her from behind for a moment, but she leaned her hips back and he felt her hot wetness against him.
He growled, his hand going to her hip as he slid in. She moaned, pressing her hips back against him. His fingers moved down to reach her clit, rubbing it and applying a small amount of pressure as he thrust in.
Lacy moaned and pressed harder against him, putting her hand on the wall so she didn't fall over. Her other hand soon joined it, making hand prints on the mirrored surface as Kurt thrust in and out of her. She pushed her hips against him, wanting him as deep as he could go, and her elbow buckled, followed quickly by the other, and she was leaning against the wall, moaning.
Kurt stepped out of his pants, his other foot shaking them off as he stepped closer, thrusting back into Lacy as he nipped at her back. She moaned and twisted, enjoying it so much her body had started to shiver as she moaned to him, "mmm..."
Kurt looked up, but could only see her clutching at the wall as she panted and moaned, her mouth open and moving against the mirror, her tongue running up the surface slightly. He leaned down, nipping another spot he'd found, making her moan, then he ran his tongue up her side, making her gasp and groan.
Kurt wanted to face her, kiss her again, so he pulled back, turning and moving Lacy so she was on the edge of the counter. He slipped back into her and kissed her, thrusting hard and fast. Lacy's legs wrapped around his hips, leaning back to give him better access, and her hands gripped his shoulders. His tail slipped around her waist, the tip moving against her clit again, and she pulled back from the kiss to cry out. She was close, so close, and to see her on the edge was driving Kurt crazy.
He thrust harder, his lips moving down to her collar bone, finding a sensitive spot and biting. Her fingers dug into his skin and her cry echoed around the small room. Kurt licked the spot he'd bitten, knowing he might had gone overboard on that one, enjoying the feeling of her tightening around him.
He pulled out and she looked up at him in question. He picked her up and carried her to the bed, setting her down and climbing onto the bed, pushing her back.
"What are you doing now?" She asked, watching as he moved down between her legs.
He looked up, a mischievous smile on his face. He had been close when she was on the counter, and wanted to cool himself down so he'd last longer, since she was starting from scratch again. "Schmecken Sie," he told her, opening her knees. She bit her lip and watched silently as he leaned down, kissing her thigh. {tasting you}
As Kurt's lips kissed hers, his fingers moving to open her, she felt the blush on her cheeks darken, half out of nervousness and half out of excitement. His arm wrapped around her leg, holding her close as his tongue flicked out, catching the bundle of nerves that seemed to be waiting for him. Lacy fell back onto her elbows, a moan slipping out.
He licked, letting his tongue move from her entrance to the bundle of nerves and circling it, the same way he'd watched her hand do. She was moaning louder now, getting close, and he pulled back, kissing her thigh, nipping it gently to see if she liked being bitten there too. A groan floated down to him and he returned to licking her.
'I'm better at this than I remember,' he thought to himself, teasing her clit until he felt her thighs shiver next to his head. A strangled cry left her lips as she came, and he attacked her, licking and teasing the bud of nerves without letting her get away.
He climbed up her as she gasped, her hands moving slightly, but as though they were dead weight. "Sie sehen müde aus, Liebling," he told her, leaning down to kiss her as her eyes heavily opened to look at him. {you look tired}
Kurt's kiss breathed a little life back into her body, and as he pulled her hips up to slide into her again, she sighed, her head tilting back.
He pushed into her slowly, building up to strong thrusts, making her moan and hold on to him. He felt her come around him, and he paid more attention to her breasts, licking and sucking the nipples, squeezing the tender flesh around them, still thrusting as she clutched at him, her hands squeezing him and pulling at him.
He continued his actions, hoping he'd last long enough for her to come again as he felt himself getting closer. He kissed her again, his thrusts slowing down, and he felt her catching up.
She was getting close now, too, and he worried that he was going to reach the finish line before her. He pulled back from her lips, kissing into the crook of her neck. "Halten Sie an, nur eine Sekunde... Nur eine weitere Sekunde," he whispered to himself. {Hold on, just a second... Just another second}
"No," Lacy whispered, and he looked up to her eyes, but they were closed. "Now," she gasped. His hips faltered as his eyes narrowed in confusion. "N-now," she told him again, arching up to him.
He understood and leaned back, taking her hips in his hands and thrusting into her hard. She gasped and let out a short cry as he started thrusting with wild abandon. Kurt could feel her fingers on his waist, digging into him as she convulsed around him, letting out a gasp before she moaned, "-urt..." He looked down at her. Had she just said it hurt? Lacy's head fell to the side and she moaned again, a little louder, "Kurt!"
Kurt felt his hips jerk and then he gushed into her. His hips were still twitching and jerking as he leaned down over her, his lips close the her jaw. He groaned against her throat, "Lacy..." She turned her head and found his lips, and this time, the kiss was sweet.
Kurt pulled the rest of the way out from her and rolled onto his side, still kissing her. Lacy rolled with him, her hand resting on his shoulder as they kissed.
They parted for cooler air and Kurt pulled her over with him so she rested against his side as they panted. He stared at the ceiling as he felt her reach out around him with her arms. He stroked her hair absently as he heard her breath slowing.
"Lacy," he asked quietly.
"Mm?"
"Do you like me?" He asked, a little nervous about the answer.
He felt her smile into his chest. "You ask that after I let you do all that to me," she laughed softly.
He frowned slightly. "Zhat- isn't an answer," he prodded gently.
Lacy's hand ran down his face to his shoulder. "I do like you, a lot," she told him.
"How do you know? Ve havn't- ve haven't done anyzhing but-"
She put her finger to his lips. "Kurt, I like you a lot. I couldn't stop thinking about you, when you didn't come back the next night..." her voice trailed off sleepily.
"Lacy," he stroked her hair and felt her twitch as she woke up. "I like you a lot too, I couldn't stop zhinking about you eizher, I vas so mad vhen everyvone made me stay and vouldn't let me leave..." he told her. "I have to leave before zhe sun comes up," he said gently and her hand pulled tighter on him, humming in disapproval. "I vill come back zhough, I vill try tomorrow," he told her, and she hummed again, in approval this time.
Kurt held Lacy against him, feeling her sleep and drifting off slowly. His eyes jumped open and he looked out the window to see that the sky was just starting to turn grey. He sighed in relief, he still had time to get home, but he had to leave now.
He gently rolled Lacy over so he could climb out of the bed and get dressed, hurrying to the window and looking back at her before leaving.
He hurried, running most of the way, taking roofs because they were faster, flying through the air as he leapt across streets.
He jumped the fence at the mansion and hurried across the lawn, opening the front door just as the rays of sunlight lit the tops of the buildings. He stepped through the door, panting after his run across town.
"You could have just told me if you had something to do, you know," a voice startled him and he saw Kitty standing from the stairs.
"Ah, guten Morgen," he greeted, trying to sound innocent.
"Mm-hm. It is morning. And where have you been all night?" She asked, walking toward him.
"N- novhere," he answered, closing the door.
She was next to him, now, and she sniffed him, he wasn't sure why, but she pulled back with wide eyes. "I expected maybe alcohol, but vanilla beans and sweat?" Kurt's eyes widened as he remembered Lacy smelling like vanilla. "Were- were you out with a woman?" She asked, her expression widening into a grin as the thought settled in her mind.
"V- vhat are you talking about," Kurt said, passing her and heading toward the stairs.
"Apparently a woman who smells like vanilla," Kitty answered, following him. "So, does the Professor know about her yet, or are you keeping this mutant all to your self?"
Kurt stopped, halfway up the stairs. "Vhy vould you ask zhat?"
"Well, you know, all of us mutants have to stay together," Kitty said, pausing behind him.
"Vhy vould you zhink only anozher mutant vould be vizh me?" He asked, still not moving.
"I didn't mean anything by it, just- you know, being alone and hated in the world, being shunned by others, it's just something that is easier to understand if you've gone through it too..." She tried to explain and not offend him.
"Only a freak could love a freak, ja?" Kurt asked, still offended, and continued up the stairs.
"That's not what I meant, Kurt," Kitty called after him.

Lacy woke up the next morning, stretching out with a smile on her face. "Most amazing sex dream ever," she muttered to herself.
She sat up and saw her clothes at the foot of the bed. It had been such a hot night, she had probably thrown her clothes off half asleep, she knew she'd done it before, so it didn't seem too strange to her.
She stood and started toward her dresser, but paused mid step at a feeling inside of her, like it had been used really well the night before. She walked to the dresser and pulled on some clothes, walking into the bathroom with a troubled look, not really paying attention to what she was doing since she could walk through her apartment in the dark with her eyes closed without tripping over anything.
She washed her hands after using the toilet and pulled her toothbrush out of the holder, putting the paste on it and looking up into the mirror. She looked closer to the vanity mirror, pulling her shirt down to look at her collar bone. It almost looked like-
Lacy's eyes widened and she dropped the toothbrush in her hand. She tried to get closer to the mirror, but the sink was in the way.
'No way that's a bite mark where Kurt bit me,' she thought. 'That was a dream... How else would he have gotten to the fifteenth floor window without a fire truck ladder?'
She turned to the mirrored wall, going to get a closer look, but saw smears on the glass that was usually clean. A set of hand prints, a cheek and chest print, and a smear where the mouth, her mouth, had been.
Memory flooded her, feeling so good she licked the glass for some reason, Kurt taking her from behind...
Lacy turned and absently sat on the counter, rubbing her shirt over her tongue to get rid of the though of licking the mirror-
Being put on the counter and Kurt thrusting into her, biting her collar bone as she orgasmed.
Lacy immediately stood and got off of the counter. "Oh my god," she whispered.
All those things she'd let him do to her, she'd really let him do them to her...
Her face was on fire. She'd never let anyone do things like that to her before.
She remembered the first time he'd appeared; she'd striped him and pushed him on the bed, going to blow him in the first twenty minutes of seeing him, letting him tell her what to do, begging, and she'd been so loud.
She covered her face with her hands. "Oh god, oh god," she said.
If that had all really happened, and she was fairly certain now that it had, she'd been as bold as she'd only ever thought about being in her dreams, and having sex with a stranger? And letting him do anything we wanted to her- his tail!
She felt like a whore.
How could she be so stupid to think that she was sleeping? The memories were too vivid...
But then, what explained everything else? His appearance, his appearing at her window with no way up?
He wasn't really a demon, there was no way, no matter how he looked, but- the memory of some of the late night jokes came to mind, the host making fun of the senator because he kept saying mutants were real, playing a Bigfootesque clip claiming they'd found a mutant.
Apparently mutants did exist, and she'd slept with one. A lot.
She couldn't say she was mad at him, either, he hadn't pushed her against the wall and taken advantage of her, it had been the other way around, and somehow she still felt a crush like attachment to him.
She sank onto the ottoman next to her chair, looking at the bed out of the corner of her eye and trying to figure out how she felt about this.
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