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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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_{Hmmm... Extra tags for this one... A little demanding/domination? Not sure if it counts, feel free to tell me if it doesn't, but I thought I'd put it on incase it does ;) Enjoy as much as I enjoy thinking it up and writing it ;p~ lol}
Kurt stared at the page in front of him, but he couldn't focus enough to read it.
How could Kitty think that his relationship with Lacy would end soon? She didn't know Lacy, and...
There really wasn't an and he could think of, but that should be enough.
If Lacy was crazy like Kitty said, he didn't know how long he'd be able to stand it, but she wasn't, so there should be no problem.
He put the book down and sighed. It was still strange that Lacy didn't have any pictures in her apartment, but he was going to ask about it when he went back, in a few days. Days that always seemed to drag out into forever.
He sighed again and looked outside at the stars, deciding to go to sleep so the days would go quicker.

Lacy plopped on her bed, having groaned in discontent the whole time she was taking off her clothes to put on her pajamas, but glad now that she had already so she didn't have to move for a bit.
Her job wasn't usually so physically demanding, but now that Luis was back, he had left her instructions on how he wanted the furniture moved around to improve the work space, and those desks were heavy.
She'd asked Peter to come help her, but had wished she hadn't after a bit of him staring at her ass like it was a juicy steak and commenting that she should pour water on herself if she was too hot. He was trying to stay his usual self, but she felt an undertone of creepy, and tried not to give him any signals to make him think she was interested.
She read for a little bit, but couldn't focus very well, thinking about Kurt, wanting to see him sooner than the two more days until she was off.
When she woke up, she went about her daily stuff, getting laundry done, making lunch and dinner to prepare for work, getting dressed for work and leaving, walking down the path to the hospital.
Peter showed up at her door a few hours after her shift started. "Hey, any more furniture to move around?" He asked.
Lacy looked up to him. "Nope, not today, but thanks for your help last night," she told him.
"No problem. So, what's the point of moving all the stuff around if no one's ever here but you and your boss, and not even at the same time?" He asked. "I have no idea," she told him. "Hm. Well, like I said, any more stuff like that and I'll be glad to help you," he said, smiling at her and wiggling his eyebrow. "Even if moving furniture is in quotation marks," he said, turning and heading back to the morgue.
Lacy shuttered.
It wasn't like he'd never hinted that he wanted to have sex with her before, but that had always been a joke, but now, after he'd told her that he did actually want to have sex with her, she had started seeing every comment as an advance.
She shook her head and looked back to the file she had open, something that looked like poisoning, treated with stomach pump and anti acid medicine, followed by an order for mostly milk to drink for a while. She shook her head at that, wondering if this one would live.
She'd noticed that there had been a lot of mysterious poisonings, some ingested, some injected, and it seemed that the ingested ones were easier to clear, as long as the person didn't induce vomiting, purposely or accidentally, but for the injection cases, they had to go through dialysis and a regimen of replenishing vitamins about the same as someone who had been lacking nutrition for months.
She entered the data, and finished her shift, making her way home without incident, always glad of that, and got to her apartment, grabbing a drink and sitting down with a book for a while before bed.

Kurt sat down with his plate of breakfast, set to enjoy the delicious smelling food.
"Hey, Kurt," Kitty greeted as she sat down. "So, here's where I ask you that question I keep asking you," she said as she took a bite of eggs.
Kurt looked up at her. "Here is vhere I say zhat my love life is none of your business," he answered.
"Come on, Kurt, I'm sorry about what I said before," she told him. "Please! You have to bring her here, how will she ever get to know the real you if she doesn't meet all of your friends so we can tell her about all of your embarrassing things?"
"Zhat, right zhere, is vhy it is alvays a no," he told her, eating a strip of bacon.
"Ah, Kurt, I'm just joking!" Kitty complained. "Take me all serious, jeez."
Kurt still shook his head as he took a drink.

Lacy walked up the stairs to her apartment, pausing at the tenth floor, catching her breath for a moment before continuing up. She shook her head, not quite believing that after these years, she still needed a break.
She got changed and lounged around for a couple of hours, thinking about Kurt, wishing he was there to lay next to and cuddle as she got more and more tired.
Lacy counted down the minutes the next night, not being able to wait to see Kurt for much longer. At five minutes until the end of her shift, she just stared at the clock, waiting for the minutes to tick by until she could clock out.
She made it home in record time, she was sure, and her clothes were off in a matter of minutes as she tried to squeeze in a short shower to wash off the day and racing home.
She was putting lotion on in the bathroom before dressing, when she heard a tapping at the window. She opened the door and called for Kurt to come in, telling him she'd just be a minute more.
Kurt stepped into Lacy's apartment, looking around for her. She was in the bathroom, apparently, finishing a shower, and told him she'd be a minute, so he sauntered over to her chair, seeing a book open on the arm of it.
He glanced behind him at the door to the bathroom, which was still closed with no noise coming from behind it. He picked the book up and read the title. Interested, he turned it so he could read where Lacy was in the book.
He took her hands and tied them above her head using the cord from her robe. "How do you like that?" He asked. "Not so mouthy, now, are you?" She looked up at him as he brought his face close to hers. "Good, now I can do this," he told her, aggressively taking her mouth in a kiss. She pushed at him, but she couldn't get far enough away to break the kiss. "What's wrong," he asked. "You want to leave? That's not what you were saying a minute ago," he taunted.
"I do want to get away, from you," she told him.
Tucker laughed good naturedly and turned her so he could reach her back, pulling her robe as he turned, baring her perfect skin. "Maybe I'll teach you to like my company," he told her, giving a sharp slap to her ass. She couldn't help but give a short, soft moan. He slapped her again. "What did you say? You may have to repeat yourself," he said, slapping her again.
Amy moaned again, feeling her insides move pleasantly. "Certainly you can't be enjoying this," Tucker said. "That would mean that you're a naughty girl who likes to be tied up and spanked, but you always seem so prim and proper." He slapped her ass a little harder this time. "But, then again, I guess you did come in here with nothing on under your robe."
"I thought this was-"
"Yes, you said that before, but I don't believe you," he said, his hand sliding down between her legs. He smirked. "You are a naughty girl, all wet from being spanked. I'll have to give you a punishment-"
Kurt heard a doorknob moving and quickly put the book back onto the arm of the chair. 'Wow,' he thought. 'That's what she reads? No wonder she was ready to go that first night...'
Lacy stepped out of the bathroom, turning on the fan behind her to clear the room of moisture and finishing the braid in her hair. "Hi, Kurt," she greeted, going to him and not so much hugging him as snuggling against him. "Mmm, you feel so nice after a shower."
Kurt laughed. "Ja, nice and cozy, huh?"
"Mm-hm. What do you want to do tonight?" Lacy asked, stepping away from him to walk to the kitchen and get drinks for them.
"Vell, I brought Captain Blood. I can't believe you haven't seen it, by zhe vay, vizh all of zhose old movies on your shelf."
Lacy smiled over her shoulder at him. "Yeah, about that. Have you looked closely at them? They're all old scifi movies; Godzilla, Them!, Twilight Zone and Outer Limits, Mystery Science Theater 3000." She brought back two glasses of Sunny D, handing him one.
"Orange juice so late at night?" Kurt asked.
She shrugged. "It's tasty."
They watched Captain Blood, and as it ended, Lacy turned to Kurt, a question In her eye. Kurt looked startled as she looked at him, caught staring at her. He cleared his throat. "Good, ja?"
"I don't know, I was kind of distracted by you staring at me the whole time," she teased him. "What where you thinking of the whole time?"
Kurt blushed and looked away, standing and putting the disc back into it's case. "Um... vell..."
Lacy stood and stepped next to him. "What is it, you can tell me," she told him comfortingly, still teasing a bit.
"Vell, Lacy," Kurt took a breath and turned to her. "I noticed somezhing about your apartment zhe ozher day..."
Lacy's expression turned to surprise. "And what's that?"
"Vell... you have no pictures here, and, I vas vondering..."
"You were wondering why I don't have any pictures?" She asked, surprised.
"Ja," he agreed.
"Oh..." Lacy looked around the apartment as though she had never noticed she didn't have any pictures before. "Well... I do have pictures, but they're not up. Hang on, I'll grab them," she said, walking to her closet and reaching to the top shelf. She pulled down a box that seemed like she hadn't opened it for a long time, pulling out what looked like a high school year book and carrying it to the chair.
Kurt sat next to her on the ottoman, and she pulled open the book and flipped the pages until she got to one with something between it and the next one. She took out the small picture and showed it to him. Kurt saw a younger Lacy, her black hair in curled pig tails with ribbons, grey-blue eyes and a smile, wearing a pair of overalls and a white shirt. "That's when I was little," she told him, taking the picture as he handed it back to her.
She flipped through the pages again, getting to the next hidden picture, which looked like an old fashioned class photo; rows of kids and a few adults. They held a banner saying 'St. Mary's kids' in the front. "St. Mary's kids?" Kurt asked.
Lacy nodded. "Yep," she told him, taking the picture and putting it back without answering his unspoken question. She got to the last few pages, pulling out a family portrait and showing him. The words 'Welcome to the family!' were on the bottom corner, but there was no baby, and the adults in the picture couldn't be Lacy's family; they were both blond, the woman's roots a little dark, but still blond, and the man had brown eyes that matched his mustache despite his hair being blond. Kurt turned to her, about to ask when she told him, "Those are the last people who took me in."
Confusion filled his face. "Vhat?"
Lacy turned to him. "I... Kurt, I... Was adopted."
"Oh," Kurt said. "I- I'm sorry, zhat must mean zhat your parents are-"
"Alive and well, as far as I know," she told him.
"Vait, but vhy vere you adopted if your parents are alive?"
Lacy was silent for a moment. "They had certain things they wanted to do in life, and I was getting in the way. So they dropped me off at my uncle's house to be taken care of until they decided they'd had enough fun traveling or whatever."
"So, zhat's your uncle?" He asked.
"No," Lacy took a breath and sighed. "You really want to hear it all?" He nodded and she sighed again. "Well, ok. So, my uncle didn't have the patience or caring for me either, so, he took me to the orphanage, St. Mary's. So then I lived there for a while, I thought that my parents were coming back, and whenever I was placed in a foster home, I ran away back to the orphanage, since that was the last place my uncle had left me.
"After a little bit, I got a reputation for being difficult. Then, when the people in charge started warning the new families taking me, at the first sign of anything they didn't like, they'd ship me back. If I didn't want to do something they told me to, if I had a bad day at school and was upset, if the other kids in the house teased me and I stood up for myself, sometimes just if the other kids teased me..." She took a breath not noticing the look on Kurt's face.
"So, I started acting out, and I had to go see a shrink. Then, I was sent back a lot because I was seeing a shrink and they "didn't know if they could handle a kid who already had enough issues to go see a shrink." The reason I was going to the shrink wasn't because I had issues, by the way, it was to prevent issues because I couldn't seem to stay in one place for long. Anyway, after a while, I became unadoptable, pretty much, but then, one day when I was thirteen, Greg and Linda came in." She had a smile on her face as she said their names. "They were nice, and they talked to me as though I was just another kid. A while after that, they decided to take me home, and this picture was taken when it was finalized, like the many others I'd sat for.
"I got my own room, got to decorate it and everything, but... I kept waiting for them to send be back." Kurt's look had changed from horrified to empathetic, but Lacy still didn't notice as she continued. "When I'd been there for a year, we had a big party, and I thought they were sending me away, but they said it was to celebrate the year we'd been a family. I felt bad, because I'd stomped the cake and popped all the balloons, cut up all the streamers, and I was sure they were going to send me back now, but Linda just smiled and took me to the store to pick out another cake. We had a talk on the way, and that's when I realized that they weren't going to take me back." She smiled up at him.
"So, it vas happily ever after?" He asked.
"Well, not quite," she told him. "Since I still had the deep down irrational fear that they would for some reason take me back, and all that had happened before, I had trouble connecting, so we never quite had that parent-child relationship."
Kurt pulled her close, squeezing her. "Lacy..." he didn't continue for a moment. "Vhat happened to all of zhe ozher pictures you vhere in like zhat?"
"They didn't keep me, why would I keep them?" She asked, almost blankly.
He squeezed harder. "Zhat's vhy you had a panic attack before..." he said, almost to himself. He pulled back. "But, you aren't a child any more, haven't you had a relationship since?"
"Yes," she told him. "I've had a few boyfriends. You want to know that too?" He nodded again. She shook her head in confusion, but took a breath and continued, "well, they never lasted long at first, as I figured out how to actually date, but then, they got more and more serious. When I was finally ready, and felt I had been dating the guy I was with long enough, I had sex for the first time. It wasn't really nice; he'd done it before, and kept telling me what to do, but I didn't understand a lot of what he was talking about. He didn't like that, and I was really nervous because I'd never done it before, what if he didn't like it, what if I was bad at it, you know, the whole first time nerves... Which he made me feel were true...
"The relationship didn't last long after that, he told me that being with me was all the bad things about having a girlfriend without any of the fun sex stuff..." She paused for a second and took a breath. "So I... didn't do that again for a while. When I finally found another guy and had been with him long enough to feel comfortable to try again, we... went back to his place... And I- well you saw... When it got down to it, the memories all came back, making me too nervous to move. So I just laid there. He tried to work with me, but when I was too afraid to help at all, he said he felt like he was always doing all the work and that I must not want to be with him if I couldn't participate more than laying there like a dead body."
Kurt ran his hand down her cheek. She wasn't crying, but he could tell that it still hurt to talk about. He decided to change the subject. "So, zhe last family, did zhey speak German?" He asked.
Lacy shook her head in confusion. "No."
"How did you learn it, zhen?"
She smiled and pointed at her book case. "I have an English- German dictionary, see it?"
"Ja," Kurt said, wondering what that had to do with anything.
"And I watched a lot of movies in German to get the right syntax when speaking."
He turned back to her. "Zhat's how you learned German? Reading a dictionary and vatching movies?"
Her smile widened. "I have a photographic memory. After studying German for a long time, my brain can translate it without me even paying much attention."
He raised an eyebrow in confused surprise. "Zhat- zhat is somezhing new..." he said. Her smile slipped. He wanted to bring it back, and he wanted to pump a little information from her, so he said, "You know, you left out vone relationship, at least."
"What do you mean?" She asked, confused.
"Vell, you stopped vizh zhe last time you stopped having sex vizh a man. Vhat about after zhat?"
After a second, Lacy smiled, seeing his game. "I swore off men and decided to never have sex again."
Kurt's eyebrows rose. "Really?"
She nodded. "So I did that."
"Hmm, I seem to remember somezhing must have happened after zhat, a man coming to your apartment," Kurt told her.
"Oh, yes. So two years later, I had this dream, a man appeared in my apartment. Dark skin, bright eyes, dark, messy hair... Tail..." she teased. "You might know him, kinda looks like you..."
Kurt gave a quiet growl and picked her up as he stood, moving them to the bed in one move. "Vhat vas zhis man's name?" He asked, leaning over her.
"I don't remember," she teased.
He leaned down and kissed her, pulling away after just a second. "Vhat vas his name?"
"I don't remember," she still insisted.
He kissed her again, this time a little longer, taking her bottom lip in his as he pulled away. "I'm sure zhat you vill remember if you try," he told her. "Vhat vas his name?"
Lacy's eyes were starting to darken. "How would I remember the name of a dream?" She asked, managing to keep a little teasing in her voice.
Kurt was almost against her now, bringing her mouth closer, kissing her deeply, their lips and tongues touching, moving against each other, making her moan and press against him. His hand slid down her stomach, sliding beneath the waist of her shorts and stopping.
After another moment in the kiss, Lacy's hips moved up, making his hand slide onto her mound. He smiled and continued kissing her as his fingers found their way to her moistness and his tail pulled the shorts from her.
He circled her clit then let his finger slide down to her opening, pressing against it, almost entering her before moving back up to her clit. He pulled back as she gasped and moaned against him. "Wie war sein Name?" he asked.
Lacy's passion filled eyes opened and looked up at him. "I- I don't-" she told him before moaning again.
"Sie besser daran erinnern, ich bin mir nicht sicher, was ich tun kann, wenn Sie sich nicht erinnern..." he told her, stopping his hand's movements. {You better remember, I'm not sure what I can do if you don't remember}
Lacy's eyes shot open and she cried out in protest. "Kurt!"
"Wie war sein Name?" He asked. {What was his name}
"Kurt," she told him, trying to move her hips against him.
"Und was hat er mit dir zu tun in Ihrem Traum?" {And what did he do to you in your dream}
"Kurt!" Lacy complained, trying to make him move his hand with hers.
He couldn't help the smile spreading across is lips. "Das ist nicht das, was ich gefragt habe." {That's not what I asked}
Lacy opened her eyes and looked up at him. "The first time or the second time?" She asked.
"Hm, so dass Sie über ihn mehr als einmal geträumt haben? Seltsam man konnte nicht an seinen Namen erinnern." Lacy groaned her frustration at him, but he smiled. "Was passiert beim ersten Mal?" {so you've dreamed about him more than once? Strange you couldn't remember his name. What happened the first time?}
Lacy started talking, "I undressed him and pushed him down on my bed."
"Und was dann?" He asked. {and what then}
"I touched him all over, licked him, and he touched me..."
"So was?" He asked, moving his finger around her clit and down to her opening, pushing almost in, but pulling away and back up. Lacy cried out in protest of his torture as her hips arched against his hand, but he wouldn't let her have it. {like this}
"Yes," she moaned.
"Was dann?"
"He told me to be louder and louder as he touched me..."
"Wie sexy Sie müssen geklungen haben," he told her. "Und was dann?" {how sexy you must have sounded. and then what}
"He made me feel really good, and I was loud for him again," she told him, her voice coming out as a whisper for a moment as he stroked her.
He paused his hand. "Und das zweite Mal?" {and the second time}
Lacy bit her lip, her cheeks flushing at the memory. Kurt took the moment to pull her shirt up and start licking her nipple as he gently squeezed her breast with his tail. "Lacy?" He asked as she moaned.
"He did all sorts of things to me..." she told him, her hands moving above her to clutch at the sheets as she didn't know what else to do with them.
"Wie was?" {like what}
"He used his tail on me," she moaned as Kurt's tongue circled her nipple. "And, bit me."
"Das Tier," he told her. {that beast}
She shook her head. "It felt good when he did it... And he- he had me against the wall with how hard he was going," she let out a gasp as his finger moved over her clit again.
"Ja?"
"Yeah..." She panted for a moment before he stopped again.
"Was dann?" He asked.
"After that, he made me come again, then pulled me over here and licked me until I came again... Then he... made me come again..." Her mind had started wandering as she tried to get Kurt's hand moving again.
"Es klingt wie Sie, dass die Zeit eine Menge kam," he commented. She nodded in agreement. "Wie war sein Name?" {It sounds like you came a lot that time. What was his name}
"Kurt," she told him.
"Ist das nicht, dass mein Name?" He asked her. {Isn't that my name}
"Yes," she moaned as he moved his finger against her again, moving it to her entrance and pressing as he licked her nipple.
"Meinen Namen sagen," he told her, pressing until his finger almost entered her. {say my name}
"Kurt," she gasped.
"Sag es noch einmal," he told her. {Say it again}
"Kurt," she moaned as his finger pushed into her.
"Wer macht das für Sie?" he asked, thrusting his finger into her again. {Who's doing this to you?}
"Kurt," she told him, arching and moaning as he thrust into her g-spot.
"Wer macht Sie auf diese Weise?" He asked, his finger going harder against her soft spot while his thumb found her bundle of nerves and rubbed it. {Who's making you feel this way?}
"Kurt!" She exclaimed in a whispered gasp.
He groaned against her breast and nipped at her ribs. "Ja... Meinen Namen sagen," he told her. {Say my name}
"Kurt," she moaned again.
"Lauter," he demanded, nipping her again. {louder}
"Ah... Kurt," she gasped then cried out, feeling herself getting closer.
"Sagen Sie ihnen, meinen Namen," he said against the tender spot on her ribs. {Tell them my name}
"Kurt," she cried again, panting as he thrust his fingers into and against her, bringing her closer.
"Stellen Sie sicher, jeder weiß es," he told her, licking the spot on her rib before nipping it. {Make sure everyone knows it}
Lacy gasped then cried out louder than before, "Kurt, oh!" She was so close, she was sure she'd explode any second.
"Schreien sie," he demanded. {Scream it}
"Ku-" Her breath caught in her throat as he bit her rib, waves of pleasure mixing to shove her over the edge. "Oh, Kurt!"
It was a scream. It echoed around the room, and Kurt's patience for waiting ended with it. He knelt up, taking her hips in his hands and thrusting into her roughly. "OH!" Another yell, and he had no control. He thrust again, taking her roughly as he growled and groaned, looking down to see her breasts bouncing from his thrusts. His tail moved around them, squeezing and rubbing across them as Lacy screamed his name again, "Kurt!"
Her soft pants had become pleasured yells as she still tightened around his cock while he moved. He thrust harder and another scream left her throat. He leaned down as he thrust and bit her rib on it's tender spot again, and he felt her nails dig into his shoulder as she cried out.
He growled again and thrust into her as hard as he could, feeling himself gush deep into her. She still cried out, loud, cried out pants making her throat raw, and he felt her still tightening around him in waves as he looked down at her.
He fell to one hand over her as he panted, and he nipped her collar bone, making her moan again. "Kurt," she gasped quietly, unable to open her eyes to look at him, but still turning to face him.
He pulled away and set her hips down, and her legs started shaking so badly they couldn't stand up on their own. He felt a deep sense of pride fill him, and it only grew when he pulled her over to him and she moaned, almost sounding like she was still in orgasm.
"Do you remember your name?" He asked, and she shook her head slightly. "And, vhat is my name?"
"Kurt," she gasped out, her voice crackling with her dry throat.
The smile on his lips widened as the satisfied feeling in his stomach grew. "Zhat's right," he told her, almost whispering as he pulled her lips to his and kissed her.
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