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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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_{So I finally got to the computer to put this chapter out, even though it's been done and only needed editing for a few days...}

Kurt cuddled against the pillow in his arms, his almost sleeping form curled around it as though it was the real Lacy, his jutting manhood pressing into the softness.
He'd never felt the urge to have sex so frequently, not even after the first time he'd done it; it seemed that any time he closed his eyes, he thought of Lacy laying under him or just pressed against him, moaning and calling out as though she wanted the world to know how good she felt with him.
Kurt's eyes slowly opened, and he looked at the light shining across the room. "Ah, Lacy, ich kann nicht bis morgen warten..." he muttered into the pillow. {Ah, Lacy, I can't wait until tomorrow...}
It was hard for him, having to wait so long to see her, but she was worried that if he came over when she had to work the next morning they'd stay up all night and she would fall asleep or get into trouble at work. So, he stayed away, as much as it pained him.
He walked down the stairs to the kitchen and found Kitty pouring herself a cup of coffee. "Oh, hi Kurt, you didn't visit your girlfriend last night?" She asked, making Logan look up from the paper he was sort of reading while he drank a bottle of beer.
Kurt grunted in reply and sat down with a glass of juice.
"You got a girlfriend?" Logan asked.
"Oh, yes, and she smells like, what was it, Kurt, vanilla?" Logan raised an eyebrow to him, but Kurt didn't answer, drinking his juice. "And she's feisty, at least when-"
"Kitty!" Kurt sputtered, his eyes widening.
Logan let out a guff of laughter. "So she marked you up, huh?"
"She doesn't need help, Logan," Kurt muttered.
"True, but good to hear you don't feel like you have to be alone in bed anymore."
"Oh! Speaking of that, when are you going to bring her over so we can meet her?" Kitty asked excitedly.
Kurt looked at her like she was in need of a straight jacket. "I- I don't zhink zhat's a good-"
"Come on, Kurt, it'll be fine! She can stay in your room, we won't judge!"
Kurt's face started turning purple as he quietly said, "I don't zhink zhat vill be happening here..."
"Why not?" Kitty asked. "You know it happens all the time in other rooms, it's not like yours is special with an anti sex device or anything."
"Zhat's not- I just don't zhink zhis is zhe place-"
"Your bed ain't the place? You got a shower, too, ain't ya?" Logan teased gruffly.
Kurt's face turned a little darker purple. "Especially not in zhe shower... vizh all zhe echo..." Kurt said quietly.
Kitty's hand went to her mouth as she gasped in delighted shock. "She's a screamer?!"
"Kitty! Be quiet!" Kurt put his hands over his face. Logan laughed and slapped him on the shoulder.
"I'm sorry, I'm just surprised! I've heard about screamers, but I've never met anyone who actually knew one!"
"Knew one what?" Scott asked as he walked in to pour himself coffee.
"Oh, nothing, just talking about Kurt's girlfriend," Kitty said.
Scott looked over at Kurt, raising a brow. "You've got a girlfriend now?" He nodded. "Good for you, congratulations," Scott said before walking out of the kitchen.
"Jeez, Kitty, tell everyvone," Kurt mumbled.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were keeping it a secret from EVERYONE. Maybe I'll go announce it over the security system," she teased. Kurt sighed, covering his face more. "Don't worry, I won't tell everyone," she patted him on the shoulder. "But you should."
"Vhy vould I do zhat?"
"Don't know, Half-pint, don't see how it's any of their business."
Kitty looked over at Logan. "But they'd all be happy for him. And Kurt, you have to bring her. At least for just the day, or dinner. Just so we can meet her."
"Yeah, won't the Prof want to meet her too?" Logan asked.
"She's not a mutant," Kurt told him.
Logan shrugged, pausing in taking another swig of beer. "Still might want to meet her."

Lacy laid on her bed, staring at the ceiling, wishing she didn't have to get up and take her clothes off, but not wanting to ruin her business clothes. At least it was starting to start to get a little cooler.
Even though she missed him, and wanted to see him right now, she wished she hadn't told Kurt to come over that night; she had forgotten that it was the day Luis had set aside for cleaning the office out, and all of their old boxes of storage files had to be pulled out for the transport to move into permanent storage the next day.
She'd spent the whole night going through the huge closet and pulling out and organizing all of the boxes, then moving them around the cleaning lady and writing notes of exactly which dates they were so they knew where to file them. Her muscles were sore and she didn't want to get up to change into her pajamas.
There was a knock at the window, and Lacy wished she'd thought to open it before she'd laid down, since her muscles were now rebelling against getting up. She hadn't, though, and after another patient knock, she pulled herself from the bed and slid open the window.
"Hallo, Lacy," Kurt smiled to her, and she fell back onto the bed.
"Hi, Kurt. I'd hug you, but my arms won't move," she told him.
Kurt stepped closer and laid next to her. "Vhat happened?"
"Just work, moving heavy boxes around for storage." She rolled against him, nuzzling against his chest.
"I vould have helped if I vas zhere," he told her.
She laughed, "I know, but you couldn't be there."
"It vas after zhe sun vas down," he said, some what indignant.
"No, I mean we would have gotten into trouble because you're not hospital staff," she laughed again before groaning.
"Vhat's wrong?"
"I have to change so I don't ruin these expensive clothes, but I can't get up."
Kurt smiled. "I could help vizh zhat."
"Well, I know you can take clothes off, but can you put them on?" Lacy teased.
Kurt kissed her, rolling her onto her back before standing. He pulled her to a sitting position and his tail pulled her shirt off, letting it fall onto the bed before lifting her hips and pulling off her skirt and putting it on the pile. He smiled down at her, leaning low enough that his body brushed against hers as they laid back against the bed, making her take a sharp breath in expectation. He leaned back and put her pajama shorts on her legs. Then he sat her up again and pulled her open neck T-shirt down and stood her up, pulling her pants up the rest of the way. "How did I do?" he teased.
"Hm. Now I want them o-" she stopped talking as she yawned.
Kurt laughed. "I don't zhink you vill have zhe energy," he teased. He kissed her and she walked over to the tv, turning on a movie.
"Let's lay on the bed and watch it," she told him, plopping onto the bed. He smiled and got behind her, pulling her against him and kissing her neck as the movie played.
About half way into the movie, he felt her movements had slowed and looked at her face to find that she was asleep. He kissed her again and held her close, enjoying the feeling of her against him. He drifted off, too, and when he woke up, he saw the sky starting to turn grey. He shifted, laying her on the bed as he climbed off.
"Where are you going?" She asked sleepily.
Kurt leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. "I have to go, zhe sun is starting to rise. I vill see you tonight, ok?" Lacy held onto his hand, not letting him go, but he kissed her again and pulled his hand free, having to hurry to make it back to the mansion.

That night, Lacy left the window unlatched as she cooked dinner, it wasn't much, just herb potatoes and brats, but she hoped Kurt would like it. There was a knock on the window and she called out, "come in."
He entered, sniffing the air. "Zhat smells familiar," he commented, walking towards her. Lacy smiled and turned to him, stirring the brats. "Vhat are you cooking?" She showed him the potatoes, already made in the bowl, and he peeked into the pot. "Brats, und you are boiling zhem in beer, ah liebling, you have made me zhe happiest man in zhe vorld!"
Lacy's hand stopped stirring. "Vhy does novone know how to cook brats here? Zhey eat enough of zhem..." Kurt's voice seemed to fade as Lacy's breath sped up.
All of the endearments she'd ever been called flowed through her head, followed by the memory of each person leaving her.
She was gasping, now, and Kurt looked over to her. "Liebling, are you alright?" Her eyes widened as her breath came in pants.
"Don't- don't say that," she tried to tell him.
"Vhat?" He asked.
"Don't call me that- like you care- lies-"
"Lacy," Kurt grabbed her shoulders, looking into her eyes. "Vhat- are-" he stuttered, not sure what to say.
She pushed his hands away. "I- I'm sorry," she muttered, leaving and closing the door behind her. She slid down it, pressing her forehead against her knees and holding her hands to the sides of her head as she shook.
Slowly, her breathing started to calm down, and slowly, she felt the tears in the corners of her eyes leave as the lump in her throat left. She was in reality again, not floating above it like a piece of lint in a projector; visible, but not really in the movie, like she always felt when this happened.
There was a noise and she heard Pauline say, "oh, decided to go out tonight, huh? That as far as you go?"
Lacy looked up to see the woman with her toddler on her hip. "Hey, Sara, do you know what the coolest word in the world is?" She shook her head. "It's fuck. Can you say fuck?"
"Fff-"
"Fuck," Lacy told her again as Pauline tried desperately to get the apartment door open.
"Fuck," Sara said.
"Good job," Lacy praised as though it was the first time Sara had ever spoken. Pauline got the door open and glared at her over her shoulder. "So, have fun with that," Lacy told her, standing.
The door slammed and Lacy turned back to hers, tears building in her eyes, thinking that Kurt, like a few of her other boyfriends before him, had left when she'd freaked out over nothing with no explanation.
She wasn't excited to open the door and see him gone, but she didn't want the brats to boil over and set her apartment on fire, so she took a breath and opened the door.
She stared at the floor, closing the door, and turned, stepping toward the kitchen, only to hear the soft shutting sound of a cupboard, and looked up, her eyes widening as she saw Kurt pulling out a frying pan.
"Are you ok, Lacy?" He asked.
"Y- you're still here," was all she could say in reply.
He looked at her in question. "Ja..." She blinked a few times.
"I- just... I had a panic attack... Sorry... When I've done that before; acting like I'm having an asthma attack and telling them not to say things like that, crying and slamming the door... that's when people usually leave..." She told him.
Kurt stepped toward her "I von't call you zhat if you don't vant me to," he told her. "But, I'm not leaving, so if you vant me to, you'll have to try harder."
She shook her head. "I don't want you to go..."
"Good," he told her, turning to the stove and putting the pan on a burner and turning off the pot the brats were boiling in.
She wrapped her arms around him from behind and pressed against him. "I'm glad you stayed," she whispered, and he smiled. Lacy opened a beer and handed it to him, pulling out the sauerkraut and relish she'd gotten as well as ketchup and mustard.
They sat in front of the tv and Lacy put in the movie they'd picked as they ate.
"So, about what happened..." Lacy trailed off, swirling her drink.
"Ja?" Kurt asked, wondering what she was going to say.
"Um... So... Sorry..." she blushed, hiding her face.
"Vhat happened? You said it vas a panic attack, aber, vhat caused it?"
Lacy shifted uncomfortably. "I was taken ba- I mean- a lot of people in my life called me things like that, you know; sweetie, sugar, dear, love... things like that... but then they'd always... leave me..." She was watching her fork as she spoke, poking her potatoes.
Kurt's tail wrapped around her ankle and he watched the small smile quirk the corner of her lip. 'How,' he wondered. 'How could they leave her behind?' He felt anger raising in his chest at all the inconsiderate people she'd met. 'And they've left quite a mess for me to clean up...'
After they finished and Lacy went to put the dishes into the sink, Kurt came up and hugged her from behind, kissing her shoulder. "I'm glad you didn't make me leave, you know," he told her.
"Only because you got beer and properly cooked brats," she joked.
He smiled and his hand slid up to cup her breast as he nipped her shoulder. "Maybe I'm just looking forvard to dessert," he teased back. Lacy blushed as he pulled back and put his empty beer bottle on the counter with his tail. She reached past him and pulled another bottle out of the fridge for him. He put it on the counter and kissed her, pulling her against him and lifting her so she was on the edge of the counter.
"Are you trying to add on the kitchen counter to the list of things you've done?" She asked, blushing as Kurt nipped at her collar bone.
"If you vant to," he told her.
She felt her face heat and looked away as his hands moved over her. "I- I'd rather not do it where I cook," she told him.
"Ok," he said, continuing to nibble and slide his hands over her.
She looked down at him, putting her hand in his hair. "Then why are you still going?" She asked.
"Denn ich will euch erwärmen, bevor ich essen Sie," he told her, making her belly quiver. {Because I want to heat you up before I eat you}
Lacy felt his lips on her bare stomach, kissing and nibbling as he moved down to her hips. When he reached between her thighs, he could feel the warmth through her shorts, and said, "ja, alle beheizt und bereit zu essen." {yep, all heated and ready to eat}
Lacy blushed as he picked her up, carrying her across the apartment to the bed and laying her down, kissing her and holding her close. He leaned down to her stomach, kissing and pushing her shirt up as he traveled upwards. "Mmm, Lacy," he mumbled against her skin. "So lecker, vielleicht werde ich einfach einen knabbem..." He licked the tender spot he'd found again before nipping her. {so tasty, maybe I'll just take a nibble}
A gasp left her mouth as she arched against him. Kurt ran his tongue up her ribs again, making her shiver before pulling her up and throwing her shirt away from them.
He rolled her over onto her stomach, and she looked back at him in confusion, but gasped as he started at the waistband of her pants and kissed up her back, moaning when he bit a tender spot.
By the time he'd unhooked her bra and made it to her shoulders, Lacy was panting, clutching at the sheets as he bit her again, making her moan and press against him. Kurt's hands moved over the front of her, pulling her tighter against him and teasing her sensitive skin as he kissed and nipped every tender spot he could find, some more than once if they made her moan louder.
Kurt turned Lacy back over, taking in the heat in her eyes and the small trail of drool she hadn't quite gotten rid of. He quickly pulled off her shorts, throwing them and her panties over his shoulder. "It's not fair if you have all the clothes and I have none," she complained huskily.
"Sie haben Recht," Kurt told her, taking off his shirt and tossing it with the rest of the clothes. {You're right}
Lacy bit her lip as she leaned forward to reach him. He pushed her back, though, and kissed her belly button, making his way to her breasts, licking and sucking a nipple while his hand tortured the other one. She let out a half sigh half moan and her hand fisted in his hair.
He pulled her to the edge of the bed so he could kneel on the floor as he kissed her thighs, making her moan when he found a tender spot on one of them and started gently kissing and sucking on it.
Lacy's body was on fire as his hands moved over her, and she was starting to get impatient. She looked down to see he was enjoying making her wait, and pushed him back.
Kurt stood so he didn't fall, and Lacy stood as well, stepping so close he was against the wall when she kissed him. Her body pressed against him as her mouth fought with his to be in control of the kiss.
Kurt tried to direct her back towards the bed, but she took his shoulders and turned so she was against the wall instead, kissing him desperately, and he pushed against her, pinning her with his body as his hardness dented her soft skin.
He pulled away slightly to direct her to the bed, but she started attacking his pants. "No, right here," she panted. She threw his pants downward and they fell the rest of the way. "Kurt, right now, right here," she told him, pulling him against her and kissing him again, her body feeling desperate for his.
Kurt groaned at her words and he lifted her a little, keeping her in place with his hands and pressure against the wall. They kissed as he pushed into her, and she sighed against his lips.
Kurt looked at her, but she kissed him again, urging him to move with her hips as she wrapped her knees around his hips. He slid into her again, somehow making it work against the wall, and Lacy kissed down his neck, kissing down his shoulder and chest, nuzzling and panting against his skin. Her hands were pulling him closer and her lips traveled over him while moaning from his motions. Kurt kissed her back, pressing her harder against the wall as he pushed into her.
The way her hands pulled at him was making him push harder against her, and how her mouth was moving against him, kissing here, a lick there, and her lips just dragging against him as she pulled at him.
The closeness he was getting, made him pause as he realized that this was how it was supposed to be, how having sex with someone who wanted to be with you was supposed to feel, instead of just being with someone to have sex.
Lacy sighed into his chest, making his fur ruffle in the breeze, and she dug a tooth into his shoulder. "Why did you stop?" She asked breathily.
Kurt's tail reached up to her jaw and turned it so her heated eyes were staring into his, and took her mouth in a kiss as he started thrusting again.
It was a few more minutes of pulling closeness before Lacy started panting louder, and as she let out a high groan, Kurt felt her tighten around him.
He pulled out and held her against him as he turned, laying her on the edge of the bed, kissing her thighs until her body quieted. Kissing her thigh higher, his hands moved up around her hips, holding her to him and opening her so he could lick the nub of nerves there.
He only got a few licks in before she managed to get a hold of his arms, trying to pull him up to her, saying, "Kurt, put it in, now... please..." He groaned against her, which made her moan, and pulled back, taking her hips in his hands and thrusting into her. "Yes," she sighed, her head tilting back as her body arched.
He tried to keep a good pace, but she had other ideas.
Lacy's hands clutched the edge of the bed as she moaned and twisted, arching to every touch his hands fleetingly gave her. Her moaning got louder, her head turning to the side as her hips arched and she moved around him again.
He groaned and pulled out, telling her, "bekommen weiter auf das Bett." {get farther onto the bed}
She crawled backwards, moaning as her body still moved with orgasm. Kurt crawled on after her, pulling her thighs apart and gently moving into her, leaning down to pull her into a deep kiss before starting to move.
Lacy panted against his shoulder, kissing and moaning every few seconds as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge, matching her every step of the way as she wrapped her legs around his hips and thrust against him as well. She pulled him tighter, her hand behind his shoulder and her other on his back as her fingernails got more and more involved in showing her pleasure.
Kurt put his hand around her, holding on to her shoulder and using it to thrust harder into her.
"Oh, Kurt... Kurt!..." She gasped his name into his shoulder, her breath coming roughly as she reached the top of the mountain and teetered on the edge for a moment before falling over and free falling back to her body.
Kurt groaned into her neck as she softly called his name. Then, as he felt himself in that awesome moment right before orgasm, Lacy's body tightened around him, her arms and legs pulling him closer as her cunt pulled around him. "Lacy," he groaned roughly into her collar bone, his hips thrusting against her of their own accord as he filled her with his hot juices.
It took a moment for him to come back to reality, and he looked down at her, still gasping and nuzzling his shoulder with her eyes closed, looking like the most amazing piece of art he'd ever seen as he felt one of her legs slide down onto the bed. "You're so beautiful," he told her, his hand moving to brush across her cheek. She turned her head and looked up at him with heavily lidded eyes before shaking her head slightly in disagreement and nuzzling against his shoulder again. "You are," he whispered, cupping her cheek. "Zhe most beautiful voman I've ever seen."
Her eyes had closed again, and her lips brushed against him as she spoke sleepily. "Then you're the most beautiful man I've ever seen," her fingers rubbed across the fur on his shoulder. "... And handsome..." her words were far apart and Kurt could tell she was falling asleep. "I think I was right the first time; ... I'm dreaming and my mind came up with... the perfect man..." she muttered to herself.
Her hand slipped from his back to lay on the bed as Kurt stared down at her.
Perfect.
She'd just called him perfect...
He gently removed the leg that had managed to hold onto him still and pulled away from her, still staring down at her beautiful sleeping form. She was beautiful, he was hideous... wasn't he? Wasn't that what every normal person who saw him said? Everyone but her...
He stood and walked into her bathroom, not needing to turn on the light as his eyes adjusted to the small light given off by the night light. He stared at himself in the mirrored wall, looking at his blue fuzzy form, his tail, his hands, his feet, his eyes... Everything about him was different from what was considered normal, and yet...
And yet Lacy said he was perfect...
He stood there, he wasn't sure how long for, but he heard Lacy moving and grumbling. "Kurt?" Her sleepy question drifted to him, and he flushed the toilet as though he'd been doing something legit in there, walking back to the bed.
She smiled when she saw him, cuddling around him as he climbed next to her on the bed. "Mmm, I was worried you'd left without saying goodbye..." She told him as she drifted back to sleep. "Never," he told her, stroking her hair and holding her close. He looked around the room in the bluish glow from the tv, noticing something strange about her apartment as he drifted into a light sleep.
There was a beeping. It was horribly annoying, and Lacy tightened her arms around Kurt, not wanting to wake up. Kurt opened his eyes and looked around in confusion. "Lacy, was piepen?" He asked sleepily. {what's beeping}
She groaned and opened her eyes, blinking before she rolled over and turned off the alarm on her night stand. "I set it for a few minutes before the sun started coming up," she told him. "Just in case, so you could get home in time," she answered, rolling back to him.
He looked down at her, and leaned down to kiss her before standing and pulling his clothes on. "How did you know zhe time?" He asked, buttoning his pants.
"Looked it up," she said, sounding as though she was drifting off again.
Kurt smiled and leaned on the bed after pulling his shirt on. "Lacy, I have to go," he told her, to which she grunted disdainfully as usual, not wanting him to go. "I'll see you next veek..." He told her, running his hands through her hair.
She pouted at him. "Can't you stay for one day?" She asked.
"I vish I could, but... Vizh zhe Senator's machine zhat can track mutants using zheir powers and maybe having to go on a mission..."
Lacy still pouted, but she told him, "I understand... Even if I don't like it."
Kurt kissed her, waking her up enough to get a good one before he left. "Gute nacht," he told her, leaving through the window.
As he traveled, he thought over what had happened. Lacy had had a panic attack, but she seemed ok after a few minutes in the hall, he was sure that him staying instead of leaving had helped, she'd looked so beautiful in the after glow of sex that he couldn't help but tell her, but she disagreed, she'd called him perfect...
She'd called him perfect...
He felt a swelling in his chest, and he couldn't think of any other thing it could be but maybe the beginnings of- but no... they'd only been together for almost two months, most of that time spent apart. Which he was starting to have a hard time dealing with.
As he walked up the drive to the door of the mansion, he remembered he'd found something strange about Lacy's apartment, but he couldn't remember what it was. He thought about it as he walked up the stairs, down the hall, into his room...
He sat down and looked up at the poster on his wall as he pulled off his clothes, it was from his days in the circus, it had his picture, proclaiming him 'the Incredible Nightcrawler' in German.
Then it hit him.
Pictures, she had no pictures in her whole apartment. None on the walls, none on the nightstand, nothing on her dresser or book case.
In the morning, after a little more sleep, he went down the hall to Kitty's room and knocked on the door.
"Come in," she called and he entered to see her at her desk, going over some sort of papers. "Hi, Kurt, what's up?"
He shifted from foot to foot, hesitating before asking, "Kitty, vhat vould it mean if someone had no pictures in zhe house?"
Kitty looked up at him, raising her eyebrow. "What?"
"Lacy-"
"Ooo, is that your girlfriend's name?" Kitty interrupted.
"Ja," he answered.
"Cute. So, what about her and pictures?" Kitty asked.
"She- she doesn't have any pictures in her apartment, none at all," he told her.
"None, are you sure? Maybe she only has them somewhere like in her bedroom or-"
Kurt shook his head. "She, ah her apartment is only vone room."
"Oh, a studio, huh?" He nodded in agreement. "Then I guess you'd know there are none." She paused, thinking for a moment. "Hmm... Well... Oh, I saw this show once, one of the people was in witness protection, and she didn't have any pictures anywhere... Or... Wow, I'm not sure... Maybe she lived somewhere and they all were destroyed?" She guessed.
Kurt shrugged, turning to leave, but stopped. "Oh, ja... I vas going to ask, too... Vhat vould... Vhat vould make somevone..." Kitty waited patiently as Kurt found the right words. "Vhat vould make somevone have a panic attack, by being called somezhing nice?"
"Something nice like what?"
"Vell, I called her liebling," Kurt told her.
Kitty's eyebrows raised. "Uuuuummmm... Well... Is that what set her off?"
"Ja, she said zhat a lot of people used to call her zhings like zhat, but zhat zhey left her," he told her.
Kitty's eyebrows fell back to their normal place and she looked away from him. "Kurt, sounds like you got damaged goods."
"Vhat?" He asked, surprised.
"Sounds like she has issues, probably at least some of them abandonment. Damaged goods. I don't know how long it'll last... Usually in that type of situation-"
"Vait," Kurt stopped her. "I don't know about her being 'damaged goods', she seems fine to me, and... she is alvays happy to see me... even vhen she is tired... Vhy don't you zhink it vill last?"
Kitty looked back to him. "That's just how these things go usually, a few months before they start getting jumpy and nervous, always suspecting that you're going to leave them, until you want to, just to make them stop being crazy. How long have you two been together?"
"Almost two monzh," he answered.
"Well, the start time depends on the person, but, just my advice, I wouldn't get too attached... Sorry, Kurt."
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