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Take Me Out Tonight	By : Darkhoelme Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Het - Male/Female Views: 5748 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Kurt

She moaned as the spade of his tail stroked lightly at her
calf and the sound shot straight to his groin as she choked out a reply to his
question. "Much."

"Mmm, sehr gut," he murmured, returning his
attention to her lips, though he paused for a moment, breath hitching slightly
and eyes slipping half shut as she twined one leg with his. Gott, shifting in a
way she was doubtless entirely unaware of, but that pressed her hip into the
throbbing ache behind his fly and it was all he could do to stay still, not
rock down into the pressure. That would be...too much, just now. He couldn't
stifle a gasp, though, and he rubbed the fur of his cheek against her skin,
trailed his lips along her cheek just beneath the edge of the fabric, just at
the edge of what was 'safe' as a distraction.

"Du bist sehr schoen," he gasped, shifting to
smile down at her as she ran her hand along his back, the muscles tensing and
rippling at her touch. And, Gott, she was; face flushed, silver shot auburn
hair fanned out on the sand beneath her. He ran his thumb lightly, almost
hesitantly, across her nipple as his tail slid farther up her leg. Still
smiling, bent to catch her mouth again as she continued to push his uniform
down his back, fingers grazing his ass and making the skin jump and shudder.

And then, Gott, they slipped farther. Right beneath
the edge of the slick fabric to rest on the bundle of nerves at the base of his
tail. Eyes slipping tight shut, every muscle in his body tensed as he arched
his hips down into her with a low groan. He was panting hoarsely and almost
completely on autopilot as his fingers tightened their grip on her breast and
the spade of his tail brushed along the delicate skin beneath the edge of her
skirt. Oh Gott.

Rogue

"Mmm, sehr gut," he replied, seemingly
forgetting that she did not speak German. Not that it mattered, really, but
still. She'd thought for sure that he was fluent enough in the language to
converse properly. Then again, conversation wasn't exactly the important
thing right about then, was it? He gasped for no real good reason, rubbing his
face against hers and accomplishing little more than worrying her that the
fabric had slipped. There was no flood of memories, though, and she let out a
breath that she didn't even realize she'd been holding as she continued to draw
her hand down his back.

"Du bist sehr schoen." Again with the
German. He smiled, though, looking down at her, and she couldn't help but smile
back. If that'd been an insult... oh, who the fuck was she kidding, it wasn't
an insult. Boy wasn't suicidal. And besides, oh. She let out a gasp as
his thumb and tail moved in unison, both boldly going where... fucking hell,
she needed to fire whoever the hell was narrating her inner monologue. Anyway,
it was a bit of a surprise, and she found herself relieving him of his uniform
at a much faster pace than before.

Which, as it turned out, didn't bother Kurt in the least.
He let out a groan and dipped his body down, and she found herself tightening
her little leg hold on him and pulling him closer, closing her eyes and tilting
her head back slightly as his hand close around her breast. The tail... She
hadn't even noticed just how far up her leg that tail had snaked until it
slipped under the fold of her skirt, causing her to freeze up in a sudden panic
as she realized just how dangerously close to death they were coming.

That goddamn rational side of her head had kicked back in,
and a whole mess of people were shouting at her, pounding at her brain and
telling her how stupid she was being. He didn't have that protective layer of
fur on the spade of his tail, and half the time, he didn't even know what that
damn thing was doing. And that was when he wasn't caught up in the
moment. There was really no telling what could happen if he slipped up, and she
had no intention of sucking him dry right out there on the beach. Oh, God, that
was bad phrasing. Suck it up, get over yourself and kiss him.

She wasn't sure whose voice it was, but she was more than
eager to just listen to it. Reaching up, she pulled his face closer to hers,
using the leg that was still entangled in his to pull the rest of him in.
Fucking voices.

Kurt

Didn't help at all when she wrapped her leg tighter around
him and pressed herself closer. Friction and pressure and her hand was still there
and he almost whimpered as he rocked his hips down again, harder. Brushed his
thumb across her nipple once more and his tail traced a line just under the hem
of her skirt.

But then she froze, her head tilted away, the tendons of
her throat strained as he slit his eyes open to look down at her. He almost
pressed down to follow her - wanted the taste of her against his lips, the sigh
of her breath against the fine fur of his face - but he didn't. Fangs bared and
breath coming in short gasps, he forced himself to stillness, brows knit in
puzzlement and concern.

Was it too much, too fast? More than her ingrained
personal boundaries could handle, or just more than she was ready for at all?
Forcing his breathing to something resembling regularity and his hindbrain to
shut the fuck up, he pulled back a bit. Slipped his hand out of her shirt to
rest lightly on her hip and shifted so that he could cup her cheek with the one
he was leaning on, careful to keep to the safety of the silk, surprised at how
natural it was to remember to.

"Liebli-" He didn't get any farther as she
reached up, eyes still closed, and pulled his face back down to hers, her leg
and the hand still on the base of his tail...oh Gott, his tail...urging
him closer again. And the mixed messages just might kill him at this rate but
he couldn't quite bring himself to care as he eagerly sank back against her.
Hips rocking almost unconsciously, he tangled his fingers in her hair again,
sought her mouth with his as he pulled his other hand free of his uniform and
let it slide down to cup her ass, pull her closer, increase the pressure.

Oh Gott.

He groaned again, deep in his chest, at the feel of her
pressed tight against him, sand sliding grittily beneath his knees as he
shifted, let more of his weight rest against her. Breath coming short again, he
nipped lightly at her lip, careful of his fangs both on tender flesh and
fragile silk, before soothing the spot with his lips and tongue.

His tail was still high on her leg, the spade just beneath
the hem of her skirt, and he stroked lightly at the smoothness of her inner
thigh through the stocking. Kissed her hard as he slid his hand off her ass and
dragged it slowly up her side, resisting the urge to slip it beneath the fabric
now that his glove was gone. Still felt so verdammt good as he once more
cradled her breast in his hand, kneaded it gently before pushing up to smile
mischievously down at her for a heartbeat, golden eyes bright against the deep
indigo of his fur.

And then he was slipping down...running his lips from her
mouth to her chin...pulling the silk of the scarf with him as he trailed kisses
down to the hollow of her throat. He peered briefly up at her again from
beneath a twin veil of disheveled hair and indigo lashes before turning his
attention back to the swell of her breasts beneath the thin armor of her
ubiquitous mesh blouse.

Rogue

She'd been worried. For a split second after deciding that
the voice was thinking the right way, she worried that Kurt was going to see
that little internal battle as hesitation, that he'd stop. And if he'd stopped,
she just might have had to kill him. Repeatedly and painfully. But he hadn't,
and he seemed just as into the whole thing as he was beforehand. Retreating
ever so slightly in her mind, she let the voice that'd thrown in its two cents
earlier impact her movements a little bit more, and she just leaned into Kurt,
enjoying the ride.

She leaned into his movements, thigh brushing up against
what was clearly something straining against the fabric of his pants, and
immediately, her mind blanked out again, leaving her grinning like an idiot and
choking for air as he moved in and nibbled on her lip. And goddamn, that was
weird at first, but as he used his mouth to massage the spot, she practically
melted into it, craning her neck ever so slightly to get a better angle on his
mouth because even though she knew it was wrong and she knew it was dangerous,
and in the back of her mind, she knew that this was probably a one time thing,
she wanted more. Much, much more.

She moved her hand (albeit somewhat reluctantly) from the
spot where it'd been resting at the base of his tail and fumbled a bit in the
front, not nearly as familiar with the intricate workings of men's pants as she
probably should have been. And the persistent grinding wasn't really helping,
but there was little that could be done about that. As his tail stroked her
inner thigh, she grabbed onto the waistband of his pants, breath catching in
her throat for a brief moment. Regaining her composure (enough, at least), she
made one last heroic attempt to unbutton the cargos, leaning back as the button
finally slid out of the hole at the same time that he decided to move his hand
back up to her breast.

Goddamn, that felt good. She pushed up into the kiss as he
intensified it, moving her hand back to it's place near his tail, where it just
sort of seemed right. She could probably read into that and come up with
something Freudian, but... who the fuck was she kidding? She was practically
screwing her brother. There was no need to search for Freudian undertones
there.

Not her brother. No, no, no. Not
at all. Because that was disgusting and nasty and just plain wrong. And
besides, her brother wouldn't be making that little impish face. She raised an
eyebrow, all thoughts of brotherly... well, anything vanquished as he leaned back
over, that rather well defined stiffness pressing into her leg again, and
pulled the scarf down.

She arched her back slightly, tilting her head back as he
kissed his way down her neck. As he looked up at her, she grinned, resisting
the urge to remind him just how badly he needed a haircut. He turned his
attention back to her breasts, though, and she didn't give a flying fuck about
his hair. Grunting, she pushed him gently back, sitting up. "One
sec..." Reaching under her shirt, she felt for the little hook that was
keeping her bra in place. Giant pain in the ass, finding that sonofabitch with
gloves on, and... oh. There it was. The garment loosened, it only took a few
seconds for her to work one arm free of it's strap. Fuck the other arm, there
were more important things happening. Reaching toward him, she pulled him in
for another kiss, pulling the silk back into place and letting his weight push
her back down onto the sand. "Better?"

Kurt

He could almost feel what little blood had still been
circulating in his brain drain south when she reached around and began to tug
at the front of his pants, and if his hands hadn't been otherwise occupied he
might have tried to help. As it was, he tried - and mostly failed - to still
himself so she could fumble the next button loose. That was as far as she went,
though, before abandoning the recalcitrant buttons in favor of settling her
hand back at the base of his tail and he rocked back into that pressure with a
gasp as she pushed up to meet his lips.

She raised an eyebrow at him as he pulled back and he
almost laughed...almost leaned back in for one more kiss...almost pushed away
in a panic because he'd spent so much of the last two years trying to convince
her they were family, get inside her guard, and now he was doing...this. But
all he did was smile mischievously at her as he began to work his way down her
neck. Rock his hips back down into her, grinding the hard heat of his cock
against her thigh as he licked his way across the swell of her breasts and his
tail worked itself farther up her inner thigh.

And then she was grunting as she pushed him gently back
and away so that she could sit up and he groaned a feeble protest, though he
moved obediently back. Was jetzt?

"Schatz?" he asked, voice husky and strained as
he cocked his head inquisitively and tried hard not think about...well, about
how hard he was. Definitely not thinking about how this still probably
wasn't a good idea, especially when she added "One sec..." and
reached around under her shirt to fumble the clasp of her bra open.

Oh Gott im Himmel....
He closed his eyes tight for a heartbeat as she worked one arm free and then
his brain engaged sufficiently to him let fumble the last two buttons of his
cargoes loose and push the other arm of his uniform off so that it fell to hang
loosely at his hips just as she reached for him and he went without hesitation,
carrying her back to the sand with the weight of his body and pressing his lips
hungrily to hers as she pulled the silk of her scarf back into place.

"Better?"

"Oh yes," he answered against her mouth, his
lips twitching into a smile as his hand once again sought out the swell of her,
now delightfully free, breast. "Oh yes, much," he added,
pushing up just enough to grin at her again before sliding down her body to
lick at the straining peak of her nipple through the rough, thin fabric of her
shirt. He smiled up at her again, his other hand tangled loosely in her hair as
he brushed his thumb across the sensitive flesh again and shifted his mouth to
the other breast, latching on this time and sucking gently while his tail
continued its explorations beneath her skirt. Rocked his hips down hard and
groaned against her breast as the spade of his tail brushed lightly across damp
heat that was easily palpable through the fabric between them.

Rogue

Well, that was certainly new. She honestly couldn't say
that she'd ever had a guy jumping on her like that before. Yeah, a couple of
the folks in her head had stories they could have shared, but there was almost
a hunger in Kurt's eyes, and as scary as it might have appeared, what
with the fangs and all, to her, right then? It was downright electrifying. She
pulled him in closer to her, savoring the feeling of his body against hers,
even through the layers of cloth, it was warmth and heat and completely
different. Craning her neck slightly, she paused to ask a rather gratuitous
question. "Better?"

"Oh yes," the reply came, slightly
muffled from his position. She grinned, about to make a wisecrack, when his
hand brushed against her now rather exposed breast and her breath caught again
as he added to his statement, "Oh yes, much." Pervert. She
caught his grin, shooting a pointed look toward the pants that he'd spent some
time partially liberating himself from, as he moved down to... oh, Jesus,
whatever he was doing, it was wonderful. She spaced out, knees bending almost
on their own and her hand moving down his chest, needing something to
do.

Don't think about it, just do it. She would have
frowned, had her mouth been listening to what her brain was telling it to do
rather than simply hanging slightly open like some kind of dead fish. Who the
hell was that? God, didn't matter. Did not matter. Whoever she was, she seemed
to know what she was talking about and as Kurt's tail brushed against the
fabric of her panties and his body bucked against her, her hand went from it's
little perch on his ass around to the front.

She wasn't really sure what she'd been expecting, maybe
for there to suddenly be nothing there, and for Kurt to suddenly turn into a
cackling figment of her imagination, or maybe Mastermind doing something fucked
up again... but a grin spread across her face as she felt exactly what she'd
hoped to, cut short by a gasp as that damn tail of his made another pass.
"Damn tail" had suddenly turned from meaning "motherfucking tail
that he can't seem to keep to his goddamn self" to "beautiful tail
that he had better not keep to himself if he knows what's good for him."
Really, definition number two worked best.

She raised her head slightly, hoping to get a slightly
better view of what exactly the situation was with Kurt's pants. Not... with
Kurt's pants, because she had a pretty good idea what that was all about, but
he was wearing the cargo pants and the bodysui... okay, just the spandex and
only barely. She dipped her hand into the suit and froze for half a second. She
was touching it. Okay, only sort of and through gloves, but still. Right
there. There it was. Carefully peeling the spandex down, she peered down
momentarily, trying her best not to look at all shocked. Sure, she'd seen one
before, but that was mainly on the internet and in magazines or on TV or...
well, she could just barely recall some vague accounts from people she'd
absorbed, but she herself had never seen one up close and personal. Stop
staring and do something. She blinked, hand tightening very slightly around
it.

God, what did she do now? Her leg had once again worked
it's way along and behind his, and that damn tail, his mouth... she let out a
moan, hand deciding without her consent (or complaint once she realized what
was happening) to move up and down somewhat slowly. Other hand had lost its
glove and she somehow remembered through the fog that was quickly settling into
her mind to keep that one only on thick fur or fabric. Too dark to check below
and see exactly where it was safe, so she rested it on his shoulder, trying her
best not to grab on too tightly as that goddamn motherfucking glorious tail
kept on working.

Kurt

Her knees pulled up as he teased at her breast with lips,
teeth and tongue, his free hand kneading and caressing the other
simultaneously. Gott, it had been so long since he'd done this in anything but
fantasies and the reality was, if possible, only better than he remembered. Her
hand was running down his chest, sending his muscles jumping as her nails
scraped through fur to the sensitive skin beneath and he gasped, fingers
tightening and his tail snaking higher�searching...there.

Moist heat that had his hips bucking down to grind against
her thigh again. Needed more pressure, more friction, the heat of her body...if
he could just get closer. As her hand
shifted from the base of his tail his moan of protest turned into a gasp of
surprise and then pleasure as it instead fumbled around to the front, pushing
past the spandex to...ohGottyesbittemore...brush
against straining flesh.

He arched his hips into the touch with an explosive groan,
breath coming in harsh pants as his tail took this as encouragement to get
really enthusiastic in its explorations. Gott he just barely had enough blood
left in his brain to remember why getting completely naked would be a bad idea,
and he pulled back the hand that had started reaching down to tug at the
waistband of Rogue's skirt with an effort, setting it back to teasing at her
breast through the fabric of her shirt. Rolling the nipple between large, blunt
fingers as she fumbled the spandex out of the way, her fingers still only
incidentally brushing at his cock in a way that was positively maddening. He
glanced up, fangs worrying at his lower lip, to find her looking seriously
down, a look of surprise and shock on her face.

His snort of laughter was completely lost in a long groan,
though, as she tightened her hand around him. Not enough, not nearly
enough, but closer.

"Ach, bitte...yes," he gasped through clenched
teeth as he closed his eyes tight and thrust hard into the pressure. Lowered
his mouth back to her breast and raked his teeth over sensitive skin, barely
remembering to be careful of the fabric between him and a very unpleasant end
to this adventure.

The sound of her moaning into his hair, feel of her leg
twining with his to pull him closer, the spade of his tail growing damp as it
worked, pushing harder at the thin fabric between it and its goal. And then her
hand was moving.

Gottbitteyesthereharder. The fabric of her glove
slid across hyper-sensitized skin and he couldn't help but move his hips in
counterpoint as he pushed himself back up, her nipples dragging through the fur
of his chest before his lips again found the heat of her mouth with a
shuddering gasp.

Rogue

She had absolutely no idea what she was doing, but it
seemed to be working. Her mind completely blanked out a few times, each little
mental reboot leaving her with only one thought in her head: Her hand. Was down
there. Touching it. Her breath got significantly more labored as
she tried not to completely freak out. And the whole time, that one voice was
encouraging her, urging her on and dropping small suggestions, most of which
she completely missed due to Kurt's motions against her chest, which just made
her mind blank out again.

And oh, god, the tail was doing its worst. Best. It was...
absolutely indescribable. And as she rocked her hips forward, wanting it to get
even closer, she let out a throaty moan and tightened her hand a bit around it.
God, it was right there, she could see it. Well... she could have seen
it if she told Kurt to move his head, but she had absolutely no intention of doing
that, since... oh, god his teeth were... her chest heaved as she tried to keep
her breathing as non-spastic as possible. It was an exercise in futility,
though, as the hand on his shoulder slid closer to his neck, tightening.

And a pressure was building up and she knew what was
coming soon but it was so different and she pumped her hand faster, feeling
herself sliding closer and closer to the edge. He was moving, pulling himself
along her body, the pressure of his movements raking the mesh across her nipples
as he leaned in and that tail was still going and he was kissing her. Her hand
moved to the base of his skull, pulling him in hungrily for another kiss.

She pressed her face hard against his, through the thin
barrier of the scarf, and as he gasped, the tail never once skipping a beat and
the feel of his warmth, she lost it. Her lower hand fell to the sand, gathering
a fistful of the grainy substance as a rush of heat surged across her body,
forcing her to push herself up and into him, moaning his name. Her legs were
trembling, and she pulled him in, kissing him again through the mesh, savoring
the feeling of his body against hers.

She felt relaxed, but that voice... who the fuck was that?
The voice was urging her to keep going, not to let that end it. Said there was
more, but what more... oh, god. Right. Her hand shot back, circling it
again and making to set into it's previous actions, but the voice stopped her
short. "Don't be a fool, child. The sand-" Her jaw dropped as
she finally placed the voice. Oh, fuck that was wrong. Just. Fucking.
Wrong. She brushed the sand off, along her thigh, and moved back in hopefully
before Kurt caught the little pause. So wrong. Woman couldn't stay the fuck out
of their lives ever, it seemed. Jesus, not thinking about that. Not. Oh,
disgusting.

She closed her eyes, but that only made it worse so she
snapped them open again. Maybe if she kept herself occupied, she wouldn't think
about how disgustingly wrong and disturbing and... fuck, that was wrong.

Kurt

He could feel her tensing, straining beneath him in a way
that made him want to get closer, sink right into her and he groaned again with
the effort of holding back. The sound of her labored breathing and the way her
hips strained up, pressing into the touch of his tail combined with her grip on
his cock, hesitant but growing bolder, was pushing him closer to the edge. And
then she was gasping and trembling, her hips bucking up into him as she gasped
his name and he almost came right then and there. But she dropped her hand to
the sand as her body spasmed helplessly, leaving him trembling on the edge as
she kissed him again.

As the tension drained from her body he pressed down
hungrily against her, his hand sliding from her breast to her ass and every
muscle tight and straining with need. So close and she felt so good and he
crushed his lips to hers, groaning into her mouth as he rocked urgently into
the pressure of her thigh and the heat coiled tighter in his belly.

But then, Gott sei danke, her hand was back. Heat and
pressure and friction and it was so verdammt good and he could hardly breathe.
He burrowed his head into the side of her neck, open-mouthed and panting into
the silk, hips jerking down hard as he thrust in urgent counterpoint to the
motion of her hand. Gott...so...close. And then she tightened her grip and that
was it. His hand convulsed on her ass, pulling her closer, the world
constricting to nothing but the heat in his belly, the pressure of her hand on
his cock, the tight, sweet coil of pleasure that was almost pain, every muscle
taut and straining as he came.

"Mmmmm," he hummed contentedly into the hollow
of her throat, tongue darting out to taste the salt-sweat of her skin through
the silk as his body finally relaxed. Still felt so good, though, and his hand
trailed gently up her side, following the curve of her hip, dipping into her
waist before sliding up to brush gently at her breast as he lifted his head
just enough to smile down at her.

"Danke, Liebling," he murmured huskily as he dipped
down to kiss her once more, languid and tender. It was possible this could
still end badly, but not if he could do anything to prevent it. Lover,
friend...even sister if that was what she decided she wanted to be when the
smoke cleared...he'd do whatever it took to make it right, including walking
away from tonight and never mentioning it again. But for now all he wanted to
think about was the warmth of her body beneath his and the musky-sweet taste of
her lips. Just for a little longer.

Rogue

She was not going to think about Mystique's little
opinions. Not going to think about them, not going to... fuck, she was still
thinking about them. She pushed them aside, concentrating instead on the task
at hand. Pulling him in for another kiss, she let out a small grunt as he
ground his hips down into her thigh. Oh, her hand. Sliding it back into place,
she closed her eyes as he reacted, bowing his head into her neck and the weight
and the heat of his body was almost enough to push her right back to the edge.
She tightened her grip a bit and he pulled her in, tensing up and for a split
second, she worried that she'd done something wrong, but then she knew.

He might have mumbled something, or he could have just
been making sure that his throat still worked- something that she wasn't all
too sure of herself, but as his body sank farther against hers, his hand
running slowly back up her body, she really couldn't have cared less. If it was
important, he'd repeat it. Her chest was still heaving slightly, the humid air
not really helping out with the whole breathing normally thing. And then, he
was smiling and she eased her hand out from beneath him, smiling back up at
him. "Danke, Liebling." Her smile widened. That German, she
knew. As he moved down to kiss her again, she pulled him in happily.

The kiss was slower, much more relaxed and significantly
less fierce than just about all of the previous ones had been, and she savored
every moment of it, finally breaking it off when she needed to come up for air
but immediately wanting more. So much more. Reaching up to brush the hair out
of her face, she noticed what she should have already been aware of, and half
frowned at Kurt. "You owe me a new pair of gloves."

Shaking the hair out of her face instead, she used the
somewhat soggy hand to push herself up into a seated position, grabbing the
scarf as it started to fall away and quickly pressing it to Kurt's face. Fuck
the gloves. Okay, well he had, but still. Didn't matter. She leaned in and
kissed him again, wiping her hand on the hem of her skirt and snaking it around
to his back, where her other hand was stroking his fur again.

She'd been quite wrong. Clubbing turned out to be a great
idea, after all.
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