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Take Me Out Tonight	By : Darkhoelme Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Het - Male/Female Views: 5749 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Rogue

Kurt, thankfully, just turned to her
and pressed his mouth to hers again, teleporting them away almost instantly.
And this time, he'd gotten it right. They reappeared just inside the door,
pressed against the wall in much the same manner as they had been in the
hallway. Leaning over, she twisted the lock on the doorknob into place, grinding
down into him again and pressing her lips into his, hard. It was a good thing
that she wore dark lipstick, because she had a distinct feeling that her mouth
was going to be slightly bruised. All for a good cause, though.

Oh, Jesus fucking chri... as she pressed herself against
him, feeling the distinct bulge beneath his cargos, she closed her eyes. Too
much. It was too much. Slowly and reluctantly removing her legs from around his
waist, she stood up somewhat shakily and kissed him again before bending to
take off her boots. The sand up her butt was really, really
uncomfortable, and she intended on getting rid of it before anything else made
it's way down to that general area.

Bracing herself against the door, she slipped out of the
boots as quickly as she could and moved back in to kiss him again as she
unbuttoned the skirt and let it fall to the floor. Goddamn layers. And her bra
was dangling in the weirdest and most uncomfortable way possible, and she put
one hand on his waist, steadying herself as she removed the tights and
underwear, trying not to think of the mechanics of the sand removal and just
get it over with. Tugging the tights back on, she let her other hand shoot to
his waist again, pulling him in for another kiss. God, that was never going to
get old. Removing her arms just long enough to work the bra free and add it to
the pile of discarded clothes gathering on the floor, she immediately latched
back on, holding him close and being careful not to let her now uncovered hands
get too deep in the fur.

If she knocked him out now, she didn't know how
she'd be able to live with herself.

Kurt

Oh yeah, this time he'd gotten it right. He braced one arm
against the wall to the side of Rogue's head and groaned as she ground down
into him, her lips hard and almost frantic against his as she made sure the
door was locked. Gott, yes please, no more interruptions. This was almost
surreal after the hall and his brain skittered away from considering the
ramifications in favor of concentrating on the feel and taste of her.

Which was working just fine until she slid her legs from
'round his waist and he reluctantly let her slide free to stand, albeit shakily,
between him and the wall. Before he could ask if anything was wrong, though,
she leaned in for another kiss and then bent to slip her boots off, her hand
braced against the door and his mind just kind of...blanked...as he watched the
boots drop...and then her skirt...

Oh Gott, he pressed his hands to the wall on
either side of her, to keep them from drifting anywhere they shouldn't as she
pressed her lips to his again and then steadied herself as she slid off the
tights. Groaned again, deep in his chest, at the sight of all the creamy white
skin he'd tried so hard not to notice at the lake this afternoon laid out right
in front of him, unable to resist the temptation as he let his tail trail oh so
carefully from her calf to her thigh before it stopped, along with all of him,
frozen as she pulled her panties right down after.

He couldn't breathe for a long moment as he just stared,
and then finally slipped his tail out of the way so she could drop the panties
to the floor and pull the tights back on, still balancing herself awkwardly
against him. Breathing harsh, he reached back down to run his hand up her no
longer bare thigh, pausing before letting it trail round to the front, to the
patch of damp curls still visible through the tights. Closed his eyes and
pressed his lips back to hers through the damp silk with a shuddering gasp as
she pulled her arms free, writhed a bit, and added her discarded bra to her
boots and panties on the floor at their feet.

Her scarf had just about outlived its usefulness, and
there was a certain limit to what they could accomplish in this position, and
he pulled back to smile mischievously down at her before sliding one hand
beneath her ass and the other behind her shoulders and lifting. She wasn't a
tiny wisp of a thing, neither her frame nor all the training they did would
have allowed for that, but she wasn't heavy by any stretch of the imagination,
and the only difficulty in making the few steps to his bed was concentrating
past the feel of her almost bare body pressing against him.

"Better?" he asked as he set her gently down on
the edge of the bed and, standing again, pulled the soiled scarf away from her
face and dropped it to the floor. He just looked at her again for a long
moment, breath coming in short gasps and the spade of his tail trailing lightly
up her body as he took in the incredible sight of her. It was amazing how
uncomfortably tight baggy cargo pants could actually get and it was almost more
than he could manage to turn away. But he finally did, holding one finger up to
still her as his tail still maintained the physical contact he wasn't sure he could
bring himself to break at this point he pulled the layered red and blue silk
scarves from the lampshade by his bed.

He pulled them through his hands as he turned back to her,
smile going mischievous at the feel of the diaphanous fabric slipping like air
through his fingers. Meant for juggling or dancing, they were cloud-light and
jewel-toned, and he let the blue one flutter to rest on her face before leaning
down, the red one still clasped loosely in his hand, to kiss her again.

Rogue

As she slipped out of the wet, cold panties and pulled the
tights back on, she noticed his tail starting to move again. Oh, Jesus. What if
he forgot? This was a bad idea. Bad. Idea. Someone was going to get hurt, and
then he'd never talk to her again and she'd be back to waiting for Kitty to be
out of the area and... God, this was a bad idea. He managed to wait, though,
and she relaxed again. Maybe it would work. She didn't know how she would
forgive herself if it didn't, though. As she brought her lips back to his, she
decided that she really, really didn't care. Or at least that's what she was
going to tell herself.

Her boots added a lot more height than she thought they
did, and she pulled herself up, pressing against him as his hand ran up her
thigh, moving slowly toward the front where... she blushed a little bit, hiding
it as best she could by leaning into his kiss, hand moving again to his back.
Luckily, he closed his eyes. And gasped in a way that made her suddenly wish
that she was back up against that wall, legs wrapped around him.

As it was, though, she slipped out of the bra instead,
glad to finally be rid of it. It'd been swinging in the small space between her
side and her shirt, and was incredibly annoying. Kurt pulled back, a certain
look crossing his face, and she raised an eyebrow curiously, other eyebrow
shooting up to join it as he put his hand below her ass and lifted her into the
air, moving to his bed. Oh, God. His bed. She was on his bed. She'd been on his
bed before, but never ever for any reason even remotely similar to this
one. "Better?"

She blinked, turning her gaze sharply up from where it had
been lingering on the rather visible pressure behind his fly. God, she hadn't
even realized that that's where she'd been looking.

"Yeah." There. Short and
sweet.

He pulled the scarf away and watched it
flutter to the floor somewhat less gracefully than it would have before. Shit,
she was definitely going to need a new one of those. And why the hell had he
thrown it on the floor? She looked up at him with a slight frown, opening her
mouth to ask but getting cut off as he raised a finger and pulled a couple of
wisps of cloth from the lampshade. Oh. Clean. That was good.

And his tail was still wrapped around her leg and his leg
was right in-between hers, but it still wasn't nearly as much contact as she
wanted. She sat there, breath coming rather irregularly, waiting for what
seemed like minutes, despite the fact that it was really just a fraction of a
second. He turned back to her, that big grin back on his face, and pressed one
of the silky scarves to her face, leaning down to kiss her again. Reaching for
his waist, she pulled him down somewhat roughly, crushing her mouth against
his. She was sick of the teasing and she wanted to do this before she had a
chance to actually think about just how dangerous it all was. If she came to
her senses, it was all over.

Kurt

Oh Gott...she pulled him down so hard and fast that he
nearly lost his balance and outright fell on top of her. He managed to brace himself
on one arm, though, and with the other he reached down, trailing his fingers
across her hip and ass before reaching between them again as she held him
against her, crushed her mouth to his. Moaning, he stroked across soft curls,
damp and somewhat crushed by her stockings, and then lower down, where his tail
had been before. Gott, so wet and hot and his hips jerked down against
her, tongue thrusting into her mouth as his fingers pressed into the slight
give of her stockings.

They'd gotten this far, and his breath came in short
panting gasps as his mind raced, trying to figure out how to get from point a
to point b without anyone ending up unconscious on the floor, because this
wasn't enough. Not by far. Not with her beneath him on the bed, his bed,
pulling him against her in a way that left absolutely no doubt that she wanted
this as bad as he did.

Fingers still in place, he nipped lightly at her lip and
then pulled back just far enough to look down at her, mouth slightly agape and
fangs bared as he panted for breath. Eyes half-slit in concentration, he hooked
one claw-like nail in the fabric of her tights, tugging it slightly away from
her body before digging his thumbnail in, twisting and pushing and then
groaning in satisfaction as the thin material gave, leaving a small, very
strategically positioned hole and his tail snaked out to tug open the top
drawer of his nightstand...sometimes, apparently, it paid to be irrationally
optimistic.

Rogue

As he practically fell down on top of her, legs brushing
up against hers, she asked herself a very important question: Why were his
pants still on? Granted, her personal experience in that particular field was
rather limited, but she was pretty sure that what this was all hopefully
leading to required that his pants be undone in some manner. That thought was
quickly pushed aside as his hand made it's way back down to her crotch. His
fingers moving to where his tail had previously been, and she pushed her hips
up almost unconsciously as he bucked, fingers pressing into what give the
tights provided. And good God did that feel... she let out a rather loud moan,
mind blanking out again, the ever constant chatter of voices (many of whom were
quite disapproving) completely subsiding.

Only one image came back to her mind, one need. Reaching
forward, she unbuttoned his pants, sliding them down as best she could with him
still... God. Her breathing sped up considerably, as he became exposed,
as it became exposed again, this time with much, much better lighting.
He leaned in to nip gently at her mouth, and she moaned again, the sight of it
and the closeness... she wanted to reach out again, touch it, but her
hands... fuck, she shouldn't have thrown those gloves.

She looked at him somewhat quizzically as he pulled away
again, hands moving below in a way that she couldn't really see from her
position, but it wasn't what he'd been doing before. In fact, she didn't even
feel anything save for the fabric pulling tighter. A ripping sound followed by
a happy groan made the corners of her mouth turn up into a smile. Well, there
was one problem solved. Only left... she watched as his tail pulled open the
drawer of his nightstand, a small stack of what looked like very shiny moist
towelettes tucked into the back corner but visible from where she lay.

With a slight grunt, she sat up and reached into the
drawer, pulling one of them out. Nope, definitely not moist towelettes. Tearing
the package open, she held it out to Kurt, nodding. God, she wanted to do it,
wanted that extra chance to touch it, but the risk... breath still
coming short, she sat on the edge of the bed, foot running up his leg as she
watched him. It was like torture, waiting. Absently, she reached down and
stretched out the hole a tiny bit, resisting the urge to leave her hand down
there any longer than necessary. Once he'd rolled it on, she pulled him in
again and kissed him hard through the cloth. Goddamn cloth.

Pushing the brimming anger at the fact that the cloth had
to be there at all out of her head, she swallowed. It was do or die...
hopefully not both. God, not thinking about that... panting, she pulled her
mouth away from him long enough to nod again and state simply and somewhat
shakily, "Okay."

Kurt

Oh Gott, as she moaned and then frantically fumbled his
fly open his cock practically jumped and his mind blanked out on almost
everything except the very pressing need to find some way through those
verdammt tights. He didn't think he'd ever been this hard in his life, and his
fingers pressed hard into the heat of her body as he nudged her thighs farther
apart and...stopped as one of his fingernails snagged in the fabric of her
tights. Oh Jesu yes...problem solved.

When the fabric gave with a quiet rip it was all he could
do to remember that he really couldn't put his fingers back there again, no
matter how badly he wanted to. But then...in just a minute, if things continued
according to plan, that was going to be the farthest thing from his mind. And
things were definitely continuing according to plan, because while he was still
leaning over her, trying to convince himself to pull back once more, she pushed
herself up with a quiet grunt and grabbed one of the condoms from the back
corner of his drawer - and lieber Gott he'd never really expected to be glad
for having brought them with him, he just hadn't wanted to leave them behind
for his parents to find. He didn't give it more than a moment's thought,
though, he was entirely too focused on the fact that Rogue was sitting there,
as close to naked as she could get and every inch of her his to touch, tearing
a condom open and eyeing his cock like it was the best Christmas present ever.

His hands were almost shaking when he took it from her,
almost forgetting to be careful of her bare fingers, and it took him longer
than it should have to roll it into place. But, Gott, she was watching him, and the feel of her foot running up and
down his leg was maddening, and he was so hard it ached and...oh Jesus fuck
his knees almost buckled at the sight of her reaching down to touch
herself.

And when the verdammt thing was finally in place she
pulled him close again and kissed him hard enough to bruise. Moaning softly
with the effort required to exercise at least some self-control, he pushed her
back onto the bed beneath him. One hand cupping her breast, rolling the nipple
lightly between his fingers, he used both tail and knees to urge her legs
apart, settled himself between her thighs with another moan and an involuntary
jerk of his hips as he finally felt her, hot and wet even through the
barrier of the latex..

And then, panting, she pulled her mouth away from him
long enough to nod again and state simply and somewhat shakily,
"Okay."

He hesitated another long moment, suddenly very painfully
aware of the obvious. She'd never done this before. And, scheisse, he didn't
want to hurt her and he didn't want to disappoint her and he sure as hell didn't
want to stop now.

He kissed her once more, hard, then trailed his lips
across her cheek to her ear as he reached down to take himself in hand and, oh
holy fucking Gott in Heaven, began to press slowly into the tight heat of
her body.

"Was immer," he started to choke out, his voice
low and husky with strain but he stopped with a snort, body still moving as he
tried to make his brain actually function. In English this time, Arschloch.
"Whatever you need, Liebe," he groaned through tight clenched teeth,
almost incapable of focusing on anything but the feel of her beneath and around
him. "Just...tell me, bitte."

Rogue

She watched, almost mesmerized, as he rolled it on slowly.
Too slowly. Achingly slow. Oh, God couldn't he get it on any faster? Her
leg started to run up and down his, and she lowered her hand to make sure that
the hole he'd made was big enough and Jesus fucking Christ why was it
taking him so long? She waited none too patiently, and finally, finally
it seemed to be on all the way. She reached out, dragging him in, pulling him
against her and crushing her lips to his, tongue completely having a mind of
it's own.

And then he was pushing her back, down onto the bed, and
his knees and tail were pushing her legs apart, a task which really wasn't all
that difficult once she reminded them to work like they should, and his hand
was on her breast again, and he was so close. She could feel him, the
tip of it, right there, and she'd forgotten to remember to breathe
through her nose and she was pulling away, catching her breath, trying not to
think of what would happen if something went wrong, and finally nodded.
"Okay."

There seemed to be a moment of hesitation, but thankfully,
he pressed his mouth to hers again, trailing kisses across her cheek and slowly
easing himself in. She closed her eyes, his slightly labored breath hot against
her ear, but in no way comparable to the heat that she could feel inside her, a
throbbing that she couldn't tell if it came from him or her. A second of sharp
pain which immediately subsided as he pushed himself in and all she could think
of was how that felt.

"Was immer," And cue the German. She
didn't really care anymore because he was there. He was inside her, partway at
least and she wanted nothing more than for him to keep going. He made a sort of
snorty sound and pressed in ever so slightly more, the strain on his face
evident. "Whatever you need, Liebe," he clarified, his accent
much, much thicker than usual. "Just...tell me, bitte."

She opened her mouth to reply, but found herself unable to
do much more than squeak. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and linked
her legs around the back of his once more, the angle on their position changing
ever so slightly and causing her to let out a small, throaty moan. She pulled
him in, gasping as he went even deeper, and finally managed to answer,
"Just... just you."

A slightly sarcastic voice in her head chose that moment
to re-enter the picture and applaud her for keeping the statement simple. After
all, if his accent was so much thicker, it only made sense that hers probably
would be too, and there was no turn off quite like realizing that you were on
top of one of the guests from last week's Jerry Springer show. Taking a deep
breath, she closed her eyes and pulled his head back toward her, tilting her
pelvis up even more, the pressure of him inside her, on top of her, blanking out
her mind once again, thank God.

Kurt

Lieber Gott, the feeling as he began to push into her was
incredible and he buried his face in the hollow of her throat, almost
forgetting to keep the silk between them as he gasped raggedly against her
skin. He felt her tense once, as though in pain, and he would have stopped but
she was still holding him to her and...Gott, it was so hot and tight and he
thought it was entirely possible his brain was liquefying.

Still, he managed to choke out a ragged reassurance, or
what was meant to be one, though he wasn't sure how coherent it was even when
he managed to translate it into English. Her only reply at first was a squeak,
and he did freeze this time, heart racing and arms trembling as he forced
himself to stillness. But then she was linking her legs behind his, pulling him
closer and, Gott, he closed his eyes tight as the angle changed and she moaned,
the sound shooting straight to his balls as she pulled him deeper.

"Just... just you." she finally gasped in
answer, her accent almost as thick as his own, and he threw his head back, the
tendons in his neck straining as he sheathed himself entirely within her. He
stopped then, arms trembling slightly and panting for breath as he looked down
at her, scanning her face to make sure she was all right. But then she was
closing her eyes and reaching up for him, tilting her hips in a way that almost
made his eyes cross and he sank into her, lips seeking hers as he began to
move, slow and careful at first but quickening rapidly as the pressure of her
lips, the rhythm of her movements, encouraged him.

And, Gott, the pressure was building so fast, a low, tight
ache in his belly and his balls that seemed to spiral tighter with each thrust,
and he sank the fingers of his left hand into her hair, holding her lips to his
as their bodies rocked together. With his right hand he reached up again to her
breast, squeezing it and rolling the nipple lightly between his fingers as he
moaned and gasped into her mouth. And as the pressure just continued to build
his tail slipped into the tight, hot space between their bodies, brushed
through the moisture where they met, pressed tight against her in a trick he'd
learned years ago Because despite having already gotten off once tonight, he could
tell he wasn't going to last much longer, and he definitely didn't want to
disappoint her.

Rogue

Breathing had become so very hard all of a sudden. She had
to remind herself to inhale; her brain was so focused on him, on his movements,
on the panting breath coming from him, the slight squishing noise coming from them,
and the fact that she could feel it all. Not a memory, not someone else's
experience, she was experiencing it. And all she wanted was to feel the
connections, the points of contact all over both of their bodies. She didn't
even know what she was doing, she just did what first came to mind, mostly
because her mind was more than a little scattered at the moment. Pulling him
in, moving against him, keeping her hands on him, her lips as close to his
mouth as she could manage- that's all that mattered.

She still had a hard time believing it. She had the
distinct feeling that she'd wake up in the morning to find it had all been a
dream. God, if more of her dreams were that vivid, though... His hand wove
through her hair as he kissed her, never once skipping a beat. She was far
beyond the point of coherent vocalization, and so what noise she was able to
make was mostly small grunts and moans. And as his hand moved back to tease her
nipple, she added rather large moans to the list. Kurt seemed to be right there
too, not doing much speaking at all. It was fitting, though. Words couldn't
even begin to describe any of what was happening.

That goddamn motherfucking tail... and that was it. Back
arching almost violently, she pulled him in hard with her legs just before they
turned to jelly, an explosive orgasm rocking through her body and making her
cry out much louder than she would have liked to had her mind been present. As
it was, though, she was more than happy with the emptiness therein, the silence
that thankfully continued as she kissed him again, slower but no less hungrily.

Kurt

Oh Jesus...tight and hot and aching and the pressure was
building so fucking fast. Nothing in the dark and silence of the vast
house but her moving beneath and around him, her incoherent grunts and moans of
pleasure pushing him faster towards the edge as rocked hard into her. Almost
frantic now, his fingers working her hair in the same rhythm as the snap of his
hips against her body. His breathing was erratic and he couldn't hold on much
longer and he just barely had the presence of mind to bring his tail up, press
it hard into the heat between then. Stroked her erratically as he spiraled up
towards the edge and then.

Oh Jesu Gott...she arched beneath him, pulling him
in as her body tightened around him like a fucking coil and he
thrust...once...more. Hard and desperate and growling with the need of her,
every muscle in his body pulled tight and his toes curled into the quilt
beneath him for leverage because he needed to be...deeper . And finally,
finally, it pushed him over the edge and he fell, spilling himself
inside her with an explosive groan that faded into almost sobbing gasps as his
body shook, riding out burning waves of pleasure that were almost pain.

Still shaking slightly and barely coherent, he sank into
her with a muffled groan, both arms coming up to support his weight just in
time to prevent him from completely collapsing on her. Breathing still erratic,
he returned her kiss now long and slow as he let his tail slip free and twine
languidly around her thigh, still resting his body in the cradle of her
thighs...putting off for as long as possible the moment when his brain would
re-engage and he'd have to deal with the consequences of what he'd just done.
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