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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.

Chapter List
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Whew! I first want to say thank you(!) for the reviews! I love getting feed back, and I'm very happy that you're enjoying the story! Also, Lacy is going to meet the X-Men, it's scheduled for a couple chapters from now, and, I am planning to finish the story, the reason it's taking so long between chapters is that I'm finishing a really long story, but there's only a couple chapters left, so I'm almost done with it! Then I'll have more time for this one, yay! lol.

Kurt walked into the kitchen, rubbing his tail as he yawned.
Kitty finished filling her mug with coffee and put the pot back into the maker. "Good morning, Kurt. When did you get in?" She teased.
"I had a good night of sleep," he told her, still rubbing his tail joint.
"What's up with your butt?" She asked.
"Nozhing," he said defensively. "Zhe new chair just isn't comfortable..." he muttered.
"What new chair?" Kitty asked as she sipped from her mug. "Are we getting furniture I don't know about?"
"Nein, I- it's zhe new chair zhat Lacy got. It's like a camping chair, aber, it is not for people vizh tails," he told her.
"She got a new camping chair?" Kitty asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Vell, she said it vas zhe best she could find, easy to carry up zhe stairs by herself, and affordable. She got it so zhere vould be enough chairs; she only had vone before," he explained.
The cup paused on its way to Kitty's mouth. "She- she bought a new chair so that there were enough for the two of you?" She asked.
"Ja," Kurt answered, wondering why she was surprised that Lacy would buy a chair. It seemed like a normal, everyday thing to do.
"Kurt, you do know what that means, right?" She asked.
"Zhat she vas tired of sitting on zhe ottoman every ozher time I came over?"
"Oh Kurt, you nieve little fuzzball," she teased, reaching to pat his head. "She's making space for you in her place. Going out and buying things to make space for you to be in her space."
He looked at her in confusion. "So?"
"Kurt, if she had a panic attack when you called her darling- she told you about what it was like for her to grow up- she obviously has abandonment issues. If she's buying things and making room for you in her house- life- it means she really cares for you," she explained.
Kurt stared at her for a moment. "She- she cares for me?" He murmured.
Kitty smiled, sipping her coffee and flippantly saying, "Well, why not? It's not like you're ugly or anything. Besides, don't you know anything about women? We don't just keep having sex with someone because it's amazing."
Kurt looked up at her, surprised. "Most vomen are afraid of zhe vay I look," he told her.
"Well, Lacy's not most women, then, is she. She obviously has problems of her own, as we've discussed, and, as I just explained, she cares a lot about you. So," she paused for a moment, until Kurt looked up to her again. "When are you bringing her for us to meet?" She asked, grinning.

Kurt laid in his bed, staring at the ceiling instead of reading.
Lacy cared for him.
He knew that he cared for her, worried about her walking home from work alone at night, wondered what she was doing all day- couldn't stop thinking about her, and the nights they spent together; wonderful. Cuddling and watching a movie, making dinner and talking about books or movies, or anything, really. And the sex- every time felt perfect with her, no matter if they were slowly making love or he was pounding into her as she begged for more, it was perfect, as though it had been tailor made by God just for them.
He smiled, standing and setting his book on his bed, deciding to take a shower before he went to see her tonight.
The water hit him, feeling nice and unique against his skin, like rain, and he couldn't get Lacy and thoughts of her out of his mind, like always, but he decided not to relieve himself, thinking that he'd rather save it and feel her there with him. His mind, of course, chose to fill with all the memories of being with her; that first night when she'd thought she was asleep and pulled him close, the second night when he'd tried to visit her and found her relieving her lust with a toy, the night they'd tried so many new things in her bathroom, when she'd admitted that she'd never done anything with a man but lay there, shaking, and he'd helped her relax into the experience, when she'd insisted she couldn't wait and he'd had her against the wall, holding her up, then softly taking her on the bed until she'd fallen asleep, when she'd teased him about not remembering his name and he'd made her scream it all night, when he'd stimulated her g-spot so much she'd gushed over his hand, then he'd been unable to stay out of her any longer and he'd filled her with himself instead of his finger, the other night, when he'd tried to have her sit on his lap while they did it, but wound up holding her in his arms while standing, ending up kneeling on the ground and biting her hard enough to break the skin.
Not to mention all of the times he'd relieved himself while thinking about her.
He looked down at the straight protrusion from his groin that demanded attention. No, he was going to wait until he saw Lacy tonight, no matter how hard it, or he, got.

It was fair to say that his body was just hibernating while he traveled to Lacy's apartment, just waiting until he could get to her to redirect his blood flow to his lower extremities, but Kurt acted like nothing was wrong, following his usual route and waiting to make sure no one was around before starting up her building.
Lacy stood over the stove, cooking and dancing to the upbeat music playing on the radio when Kurt slid the window open. He slipped into the apartment and closed the window, walking to the big chair in the middle of the apartment and crawling onto it while he watched her dancing and singing, seeming unaware that he was there.
His pants started feeling tight as he watched her twist and turn her body, focused on whatever she had on the stove. He was reminded of when she had danced for him, stripping, and wondered where she had learned that particular skill.
Finally, Kurt wasn't able to sit comfortably, and stood, stepping behind her and smoothing his hand over her hip as he bumped his pelvis against hers.
"I'm bringing- Wha-!" Lacy cut off, spinning to see who was there, relaxing when she saw Kurt. "I- um. I wasn't- How long have you been here?" She asked as she blushed.
He just smiled mischievously to her and leaned forward to kiss her. His lips touched hers and she kissed back as his hand moved around her hip to squeeze her butt.
"Kurt," she giggled. His hand moved down a little to her thigh, squeezing and making her gasp this time, "Kurt."
Kurt felt himself stirring, and kissed her more deeply, pulling her away from the stove and turning to press her against the wall.
He kissed down her throat, his tail pulling her leg up and around him. His hand squeezed her hip as he started grinding against her tender spot, making her moan. Lacy gasped a breath of air as he squeezed her breast, moaning and burying her fingers in his hair.
There was a sudden loud, hissing noise, and they broke apart, Lacy cursing and going to the stove, turning off the burner and pulling the pot to another spot, stirring it. Kurt turned so he was still next to Lacy.
"What got into you?" She asked.
"Sie sah so sexy. Sie tun immer noch," he told her, leaning closer. {you looked so sexy. you still do}
"R-really?" She asked as she stepped to the counter to grab the rag there to wipe off the stove, but Kurt grabbed her hips, leaning against her and kissing the back of her neck.
"Ja," he whispered in her ear. He ran his hands up her stomach, pulling her bra away from her as his hands cupped her breasts, tweaking, then tugging on her nipples. Lacy moaned under his hands, catching herself on the counter as he leaned them over.
Kurt's tail wrapped around her waist, the tip sneaking down beneath the waistband of her shorts. It tried to move, making her moan as it almost teased her, but her shorts were too tight. His hands slid down her body, going to the front of her shorts and undid the button and zipper, pushing them down to get better access.
Lacy felt her shorts fall to the floor and her panties stretch across her thighs as Kurt's hands moved back up her to her chest, his tail free to move as it pleased, now. And move it did, sliding across her clit, teasing and stroking it as his fingers rolled her nipples and stroked her breast, teasing, pressing against her opening as he kissed her back and shoulders, careful not to hurt the bruise that was still fresh and tender.
"Oh," she gasped. "Oh, Kurt..."
He felt her warmth through her shirt as he pressed against her, and pressed his hips harder against hers, wanting to feel her heat against his stiffness as well.
Lacy felt blood in her face, heating it as she panted and moaned. "Kurt, ah- oh, Kurt!" She cried as his tail slid into her, moving and teasing her clit as it slid in and out.
Kurt groaned against her shoulder, kissing the bruise he'd left there. She cried out, her hands clutching at the rag in her hands, making him feel the pressure build in his belly, straining for attention. He nipped her unbruised shoulder as his tail thrust into her, making her gasp and arch to him. "Lauter," he said, and she moaned again as he tweaked and gently tugged her nipples. "Lauter," he demanded, thrusting his tail harder.
Lacy cried out again, her legs starting to tremble as her orgasm drew closer. Kurt's hand slid down to her hip, his fingers griping her tightly as he started pressing his jean encased, swollen cock against her heat in grinding thrusts. "Ah, Lacy, ich wünschte, ich war in dir jetzt," he told her, groaning against her neck as he gently sucked and kissed her skin. {I wish I was inside you right now}
Lacy felt her lip tremble as a low groan started growing in her throat. The groan grew into a moan, then a cry as she tightened around Kurt's tail. Kurt kept thrusting, squeezing her hip and breast, nuzzling her shoulder. Lacy kept panting and moaning, feeling the waves of pleasure washing through her as she came back to her body.
Kurt turned her around and held her close as he kissed her, his tail gently moving over her clit, now. "Kurt," she gasped when they pulled apart.
"Ja?" He asked, his throbbing stiffness pressing against her belly.
She pulled his lips back to hers, her fingers twisting in his hair. "What about you?" She asked in a gasp.
"Ich mag hören Sie stöhnen," he told her, his hand gently caressing her breast. {I like hearing you moan}
Lacy grabbed his shirt and shook her feet free of her shorts, pulling him toward the bed. Kurt followed, still moving his tail and kissing her shoulder. Lacy's legs hit the edge of the bed and she stopped, reaching behind her to unhook her bra.
Kurt's fingers moved up her body, pulling her shirt with it and throwing it and her bra behind him before he gently pushed her back onto the bed, his tail pulling off her panties. She looked up at him with heated eyes and her lips parted.
Kurt groaned at how sexy she looked, pulling off his shirt and letting her lean up to run her hands and lips over him. He let her undo his pants and push them down, moving his tail to let them fall to the floor and letting it go back to her. Lacy looked up at him, wondering why his tail was returning to its movements when he was now nude and free to touch her.
Kurt pushed her back so she was laying on the bed below where he stood, his tail still gently moving across her clit, slowly pushing her toward orgasm. She looked up at him in confusion for a moment, until a particular movement drew a moan from her and she closed her eyes. He watched her moan and gasp as she writhed and arched, feeling even more turned on. Kurt felt his breathing quicken and his erection twitched at the view Lacy was providing him. "Lacy, berühren Sie Ihre Brüste," he told her. {touch your breasts}
She looked up at him for a moment, then her hands slowly moved to her chest, sliding over her breasts and pausing over her nipples before she thumbed them.
Kurt let out a breath, his hand moving to his throbbing cock. He slid it up and down, and Lacy tried to lean up to him, but he pushed her back again. He started panting as she gasped and arched, watching him as he stroked himself.
She bit her lip, her hands reaching for him before her head turned to the side and she grabbed the edge of the bed as she came again.
Kurt quickly removed his tail from her and picked up her hips, thrusting into her in time to feel her pulse around him. His eyes closed and his head fell back as he enjoyed the feeling. When she stopped moving, he started thrusting, slowly and gently at first, but harder and quicker as her cries and moans got louder and made the pressure in his belly grow as well as the need for release get more demanding. "Lacy," he groaned, and she moaned back to him.
"Kurt," she cried. "Oh, please- Kurt!" He pounded harder into her, slowing down to thrust harder against her tender inner wall, and her legs tightened around him, pulling him closer as she cried out and arched as his tail moved to tease her nipples.
A scream of pleasure sounding like his name left her throat as she started to tighten around him, and he only lasted a few more thrusts before he felt himself tightening and pulsing, filling her as he groaned and his head fell to her chest, his lips kissing her.
They climbed and rolled, getting more comfortable on the bed. After a few moments Lacy asked, "Are you hungry?"
Kurt kissed the bruise on her shoulder before turning her to face him. "Ja," he told her.
"Ok. I'll heat dinner back up when I can move my legs again," she said, laughing lightly, and he smiled, pulling her to kiss him again.

Lacy sat at her desk, staring at her screen with a dazed smile on her face. She couldn't stop thinking about Kurt, how kind and wonderful he was, and handsome and sexy as well.
It didn't bother her that he was blue and fuzzy, as he obviously worried sometimes, and didn't care what other people thought about him, but she was starting to wonder what the neighbors were thinking, since she was getting weird looks from them.
Of course, she knew that the Marks' had probably heard them, since they shared the wall between bedrooms, and Pauline of course gossiped with everyone that would talk, so she had started giving her looks as well. Pauline had started looking out the peephole every time Lacy passed, obviously trying to see who else was at her apartment, and it made her shake her head every time at why people were so interested in other people's business.
The door to her office darkened as Peter walked in. "Hm, what are you thinking about?" He asked.
"Oh, nothing, just taking a break," she said, opening a file and pulling it to her.
"You look like you're distracted, thinking about something... What's up?" He tried again, but she just shrugged, making an excuse.
When she got home, she unlocked the window and laid on the bed, waiting for Kurt to arrive. About twenty minutes after she'd laid down, there was a tapping on he window. "Come in," she said loudly, and Kurt slid the window open.
He crawled next to her on the bed and looked over her, smiling. "Gut evening, Lacy."
"Hi, Kurt," she said, looking up at him.
He leaned down to her, his hand touching the edge of her shirt. "I zhought you didn't vant to ruin your nice clothes?" He asked.
"Ah, I was just resting for a moment," she told him, sitting up. He took her hand and pulled her closer so he could delicately pull her shirt over her head. "Kurt," she feigned complaint as she let him undress her.
"Vhat?" Kurt asked. "I'm just helping you," he told her.
She grabbed his hand as he pulled at her bra. "Kurt, wait!"
His hand caught hers and pulled it out of the way as his tail continued pulling her bra down her arms. "I'm just helping, you don't sleep in your bra," he told her.
"Yeah, true, I guess," she said, shyly trying to cover herself. Kurt pulled her under the sheets on the bed and wrapped his arms around her. "I don't usually sleep in my underwear either," she said.
"Hm, true," Kurt said, his tail reaching out to pull her panties off.
"Kurt, I meant I don't sleep in just my underwear," she told him, pulling away, but he pulled her back to him.
"Ah, Lacy, don't run avay," he told her, holding her close.
"Ow, Kurt, what are you doing? Your pants are all scratchy, and I have to go to work tomorrow," she said.
Kurt smiled and ditched his clothes, his tail taking them out from under the blanket and dropping them on the ground. "Besser?" He asked.
"Mmm, much comfier, but I still have to work tomorrow," she told him as she cuddled against him.
"Ok, ok," he told her. He held her close, taking in her scent. She smelled like the pouch of scented beads she kept in the closet to make her work clothes smell good, something like lavender and blackberries, the vanilla from her body wash, and a little sweat from walking home.
He pulled her against him a little more, his hand squeezing her as he reveled in her softness.
Kitty's words went through his head; "it means she really cares for you."
The thought that Lacy might care as much for him as he did for her made his tilt her chin up to kiss her. He gently kissed her, his hand moving over her face and down her shoulder.
Slowly, the kissing turned into stroking, and Kurt's tail pulled her leg up as his hand slid up the back of her thigh.
Lacy felt herself getting turned on as Kurt's fingers moved over her body, heating her up until she moaned into his mouth as he kissed her.
Kurt's tail pulled her leg over him as his hand tightened on her hip, moving her closer until he could feel how ready she was, and he gently slipped into her. Lacy sighed against his lips, and Kurt started slowly pushing in and out of her, keeping her lips against his the whole time.
The pressure built as Kurt tenderly brought her closer and closer, her breath mingling with his, his mouth mimicking the gentle love his body was making to her. Slowly, she felt it build, until the damn broke and her pleasure over flowed.
Kurt felt Lacy tighten around him and kept slowly pressing into her, making her moaning grow louder, almost loud enough to hide the groaning and panting coming from his own mouth. Kurt held out as long as he could, feeling Lacy come around him again, and finally, he let loose, pulling her to his lips again for another kiss as he felt himself coming, still slowly pushing in and out of her until he couldn't anymore.
Lacy sighed and laid against him as they slowly fell asleep, Kurt holding her tightly against him.
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