Playing with Fire

For those of you who have already read this over at ff.net - FINALLY, something new. The first half of this chapter is almost identical to what was posted ages ago at ff.net, but the second half is entirely new and is the whole reason I bothered to start posting over here in the smut department! Hope it isn't too awful, it's the first time I've ever written a (what's it called a lemon?). Of course, this whole thing is mostly one giant 'first time' for me. So, please, be gentle.

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and this time [words] - spoken German that I decided was absolutely hopeless to try and translate so I left it in English

WHAT DREAMS MAY COME

They stayed that way for a while, just enjoying the comfort of each other's presence. _Verdammt beer_, Kurt thought vaguely, as the world narrowed down to the warm weight of Kitty curled up against his chest and the vaguely _fruity_ smell of her hair. He was actually starting to feel sleepy again and his eyes were drifting shut, when Kitty startled him awake by making a strange chokioundound and beginning to shake.

_Oh Gott, she's crying again,_ he thought in a panic. _What have I done now?_

Aloud he said, "What is wrong? Are you all right?" He couldn't keep the concern from his voice and his arms tightened reflexively around her shoulders.
She didn't respond other than to emit a few more muffled, choking sounds and he could feel her shaking growing worse. He was beginning to really worry when one of the 'choking' noises abruptly became a hastily stifled bark of...laughter? She was _laughing_?

"What, exactly, is so hilarious?" he asked, his concern replaced by curiosity. "I would _love_ to be in on the joke, whatever it is."

His question seemed to be even more funny than whatever had first set her off, because she stopped even trying to hide her laughter and began to giggle uncontrollably. This was getting ridiculous. He liked a joke as well as the next person, but he really couldn't see anything at all amusing either in their situation or in the events of the last week.

"Okay Schatz, spill it!" he told her emphatically, at the same time using one large hand to tip her face up so she had to look him in the eyes. He was surprised to see that she was flushed absolutely scarlet and, despite her obvious amusement, she also looked decidedly embarrassed.

"Oh no, Fuzzy," she told him between fits of giggling. "I absolutely promise, you do _not_ want to know."

He was not even remotely sleepy anymore, but there was more than enough alcohol left in his system for him to be feeling slightly petulant. He _hated_ being left out of the loop and this was _obviously_ hilarious.

"Kaetzchen," he said warningly, "if you do not tell me what you are laughing at, I will be forced to take drastic action." He let both hands rest lightly on her bare midriff, fingers positioned perfectly to tickle the absolute stuffing out of her if he didn't get what he wanted in short order.

"You wouldn't," she giggled at him, tensing up a bit when his fingers brushed her sensitive skin. She looked up into his eyes and apparently found her answer there. "Yes, you would." He knew how horribly ticklish she was, and he wasn't afraid to use the information against her.

"Okay, but don't try and say you didn't ask for it Fuzzy!" Her face was, if possible, even redder than before and she had to force her words out between almost debilitating fits of giggles. As she tried to catch her breath, Kurt tightened his grip on her, determined to give her no chance for escape.

"Quit stalling, Kaetzchen," he finally ordered her, trying to restrain his own laughter at the ridiculousness of the situation. His fingers drifted closer to his 'target' as he spoke and she finally took a deep breath and answered him.

"Well, Fuzzy, I was just, like, wondering...well..." she began to giggle almost uncontrollably again. He had an uncomfortable feeling of impending doom as she peered up at him from beneath her long, dark lashes. "Well, like, what _exactly_ was it you were, like...." He thought she was about to choke on the words, but she finally forced out, "*dreaming about* when I came in? 'Cause you were, like, *really* worked up there lover boy..." She buried her face against his chest again, shaking with waves of laughter, and it was his turn to choke and sputter.

He squeezed his eyes shut in absolute mortification. He knew that if he were 'normal' he'd be blushing even redder than Kitty was at the moment, difficult as that might be. As it was, he felt like you could probably scramble an egg on his face, his cheeks were so hot.

"Oh. Mein. Gott," he moaned into the top of her head. "I can _not_ *believe* you just _said_ that." He thought it was entirely possible that he might die of embarrassment right then and there.

His obvious humiliation seemed to take some of the wind out of her sails and her laughter died down somewhat. He felt her lean away from him, and assumed it was so she could look up at him again, but he was _not about_ to open his eyes and look at her. He took the opportunity to extricate his hands from around her middle and bury his face in them with another moan. _Gott, I just can't win here_, he thought. He really just wanted to sink right through the floor.

"I'm sorry Kurt, but you did ask, y'know?" her voice was gentle, despite the fact that she was still giggling intermittently. "I, like, told you you didn't want to know."

"Yes Kitty, I _do_ remember that," he told her in a rather acid tone of voice. "That ry doy doesn't make me feel any better about it though." To make matters worse, being reminded of the dream was bringing it rather vividly to mind again and having Kitty's warm, soft, unmistakably _female_ body pressed up against him was not helping the situation at all, a fact she was going to notice very shortly if they didn't change position soon.

_Oh Gott,_ he thought in an inebriated panic, _please don't let me make this any more embarrassing than it already is!_ But neither God nor his body were paying him the slightest bit of attention, and he found himself wishing that he were wearing something *much* more substantial than boxer shorts. He just couldn't win, still drunk enough for his inhibitions to be dangerously close to non-existent and not drunk enough to keep his body from being able to do anything about them.

He was snapped back to reality by a small hand pressed hesitantly against his cheek. He could actually hear the smile in Kitty's voice when she spoke, "Oh come on Kurt. It's not _that_ bad. I mean, you're, like, a sixteen year old boy. From what I've picked up about the male of the species it'd probably be a newsworthy event if you _didn't_ have those kind of dreams. In fact, I think it could be entered into medical records as proof that you're, like, dead."

By the time she finished speaking he was peering at her from between his fingers, still undeniably mortified, but somewhat amused by her (rather accurate) take on the situation.

_I think that, if I were entirely sober, I might have died from embarrassment by now._

She tilted her head to meet his eyes and grinned rather wickedly at him, making his breath catch in his throat, as she added, "I'll let you in on a little secret if you promise not to tell." She lowered her voice to an exaggerated stage whisper, "girls, like, have those kind of dreams too Fuzzy. We just don't, like, make as whs when we have them."

He had dropped his hands as she spoke and he could feel his eyes going wide as he stared at her in shock. He was absolutely scandalized but he was also grinning from ear to ear. He just couldn't believe that _Kitty_, prim, proper, *Kitty* of all people, was saying such things. He found himself wondering, very inappropriately, just what it was that _she_ dreamed about at night.

"Breathe Fuzzy, breathe," she told him, laughing. "Come on, do lik like, die of shock on me!"

"Oh Kaetzchen," he finally managed to choke out, "you are going to be the death of me Liebe!"

"Weeell," she looked speculatively up at him, and he almost shuddered at the glint of mischief in her eyes, "if I'm going to be the death of you anyway...I can think of a lot better ways to go than sitting here being embarrassed," and with absolutely no warning she rose up on her knees and pressed her lips to his.

For a fraction of a second he froze, shocked, and then reflex took over and his arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer as he parted his lips and met her seeking tongue with his own. He couldn't believe how erotic the taste of strawberries had become to him over the past week, andmoanmoaned as the sweetness of her lips seemed to send a jolt of electricity directly to his groin.

He shivered at the delicious sensation of her soft hands running through his fur, and reached one of his own large hands up to tangle in the soft hairs at the nape of her neck, pulling her even deeper into his kiss, shivering at the little mewl of pleasure she emitted. Placing his other hand firmly behind thigthighs he surged smoothly to his feet.

She gasped in surprise at the sudden movement, but her only other response was to grasp him firmly around the shoulders and wrap her legs around his waist. He suppressed a groan at the feeling of her pressed up against the straining bulge in his shorts and buried his face against her neck, suckling at the tender flesh and moaning endearments in thickly accented German.

After a nt tnt to catch his balance with the added burden of her weight, he crossed the room to where his 'bed' lay, now fully in the shaft of moonlight from the door. He used one foot to try and spread the ketskets out a bit more neatly, then sank carefully to the floor, lowering Kitty to lie on the blankets beneath him and again covering her mouth with his own. Her legs were still wrapped tightly around his waist and he could feel his breath coming in short gasps as he pressed himself against her groin. Her hands were now running down his back and shoulders, her nails stroking through his fur and to the skin beneath in a way that made his flesh tingle and shiver and she was moaning and gasping as well.

Her mouth, her hands, the throbbing heat where he ground himself against her hot center, even the mingled scent of their arousal - the sensations were overwhelming him. She whimpered against his mouth and ran her hands around to grab his ass and increase the pressure between them. He almost cried out at the delicious friction as his length rubbed along the rough denim of her jeans. The thin flannel of his boxers might as well not have been there at all.

He had an almost irresistible urge to just rip her jeans off then and there and _take_ her, make her _his_ and he groaned again, shuddering. He wasn't a virgin - not by a long stretch, not for a long time and not in _any_ way that mattered - but he had _never_ felt like this before. Like all the mysteries of the universe would be revealed if he could just get _closer_ to her, get _inside_ her.

_Maybe it's because you've never been with anyone who wan_you_you_ before Arschloch_, an acid little voice in the back of his mind piped up. _Someone who wants Kurt Wagner, and not just the 'freak'? Now that's a unique experience, eh?_ And it was true, at sixteen he'd probably had more than his share of hot, sweaty sex, but it wasn't anything to be proud of - he had never before made love to someone he actually cared for or who cared for him. Gasping, he pulled away from her, breaking their kiss and looking down into her luminous blue eyes, seeing a passion almost twin to his own there.

"Kaetzchen, are you...are you sure?" his voice was husky and he had to concentrate to make sure the words came out in English. For a moment that seemed like an eternity she just looked back up at him, motionless and silentd hed he could almost _see_ the wheels turning in her head. He wished he had some idea what she was thinking. Then, suddenly, she was pulling him back down to her, a suggestive smile spreading on her lips as she whispered, low and warm, "Sure I'm sure Fuzzy."

As their lips met again Kurt was just sober enough to realize that he was too drunk for this to be a good idea, but still much too drunk to care. All he really cared about right now was the taste of her, the feel of her hands on him and her warm, lithe body beneath him. He was lost.

As he pressed himself back down against her it felt as though his hands were everywhere at once. Ghosting along her jaw and neck, dragging through her hair, sliding down her sides and then up, up beneath her loose cotton top, calloused hands rough against her tender skin, and she shivered at the touch. Kitty gasped as he reached her breast and almost giggled as she felt him freeze in surprise when he failed to encounter a bra. Then he was kneading and stroking, rough fingers teasing at her sensitive nipples and she _mewled_ with pleasure, dimly amazed to hear such a sound escape her. She felt as though he were devouring her, his tongue thrusting deeply into her mouth before withdrawing so that he could suck at her lower lip, sharp fangs nipping gently, just short of piercing the skin. She moaned and pressed herself up against his pulsing length, her hands on his lower back, pulling him to her as her legs tightened around his waist at the same time. She could feel his heat, even through the fabric of her jeans, and fervently wished that they weren't in the way.

Suddenly his hand pulled away from her breasts, but before she could begin to protest she felt him fumble awkwardly with the buttons of her shirt. His breathing was labored and heavily punctuated with gasps and moans as his large fingers worked unsuccessfully at the tiny buttons. He pulled abruptly away with a low growl of frustration, eyes closed in concentration and fangs bared just inches from her face, his gentle fumbling giving way to a sharp jerk. The top button of her shirt gave with a small rip and was shortly followed by the rest in quick succession as he repeated the procedure until he could push her shirt back off her shoulders.

As the first button ripped loose she had frozen, transfixed, and now she lay motionless beneath him, breathing heavily, hands still on his back, watching him as he opened his eyes shifshifted his burning gaze to her bare chest. She felt a brief tremor of self-conscious fear. What if he didn't like what he saw? What if he was disappointed? She knew that she wasn't the chestiest girl around... She was working her way into a full-blown panic when he growled something that she couldn't understand in German, his voice deep and low and almost hoarse with desire and then, his eyes slipping shut again he lowered himself down her body to nuzzle gently at her breasts. She almost squeaked in surprise at the feel of his soft fur brushing at her sensitive skin and then it was his hands and lips and tongue and even his teeth teasing and caressing her, while the long strands of his indigo hair brushing her sensitive skin sent shivers of fire through her, adding to the fire already burning in her belly and groin. It was ecstasy and she wondered dimly in some corner of her brain why Lance's fumblings through her clothes had never even hinted at the possibility of this kind of pleasure. She let her hands drift to the back of his head, tangling in his silken hair as she moaned and writhed beneath him. Her only regret was that in shifting he had moved so that she could no longer feel the heat of him pulsing at her entrance and she pressed her hips upward, almost frantic in her need to make some contact, to have something to relieve the delicious ache that was building between her legs. She wanted, _needed_, more but she didn't know what to do or say, how to let him know.

"Please..." she gasped, pulling gently at his hair. "Oh God... please...Kurt..."

He lifted his head to meet her gaze, eyes blazing, burning into her and through her in a way she'd seen only once before and a wicked smile spread slowly across his face. She'd barely had time to wonder at his look when she felt..._something_...warm and firm and velvety soft brush across her belly and then slip lower, to where her jeans still hung open, and lower still, dipping down the front of her panties. She stiffened and felt her eyes go wide, wondering...and then gasped as it brushed gently through her soft, curly hair and stroked at the tiny, sensitive nub beneath, before slipping past to slide through her heat and wetness.

His eyes had slipped half shut in concentration and his tongue protruded slightly between his gleaming teeth. _Oh God...his _tail_... Kitty thought in shock and wonder as he increased the pressure and the friction of his movements and she felt her hips twitch and thrust of their own accord.

He was speaking again, low and urgent, in thickly accented German as he dipped his head to her breasts again. She couldn't understand a word, but the tone was clear and it made her gasp and flush.

She was rapidly being reduced to nothing but incoherent moans as the flood of sensation became too much for her. Her universe was contracting to nothing but the feel of his body, the sound of his voice and the dizzying, aching heat building to a fever pitch in her belly and her crotch. His tail was doing things to her that she never could have imagined as he continued to tease at her neck and breasts and belly with his mouth and hands.

Just when she was sure she couldn't take any more, when the heat and the pressure building in wave upon wave threatened to overwhelm her, his tail pressed through and _into_ her wetness, the velvet length sliding along her as just the spaded tip pressed gently but oh so firmly into her. Her hands clenched spasmodically in his fur as she cried out once, his name a sharp staccato sliding down into a series of husky, panting moans as the wave broke over her and her release pulsed through her body like an electric current, lighting up every nerve with ecstasy, and the universe faded to a single point of light behind her tightly shut eyes.

It seemed like an eternity before the waves of pleasure passed and she became aware of Kurt's weight above her again. She looked up into his glo gol golden eyes as she gasped and quivered in the aftermath of her climax. He was smiling wolfishly, fangs bared, literally panting with desire and she wondered, in some very small, rational corner of her lust fogged brain exactly where Kurt, sweet, gallant, chivalrous _Kurt_, had learned to do such things. There was no way that this was beginner's luck, and she could not begin to imagine where or when he'd ever had the opportunity to get this kind of experience. On the other hand, she certainly wasn't going to complain.



He could feel her climax building as he moved above her, the tension in her body increasing until she almost vibrated like a plucked string. It was all he could do to restrain himself from ripping off her pants and taking her right then, but he didn't know how gentle he could be or how long he could last and so he forced himself to focus on her pleasure first - he didn't want to disappoint her. The feel of her bare flesh pressed against him, the salt sweet taste of her on his tongue were driving him wild.

He almost lost control when she began to beg. Oh God he wanted to hear her beg...and plead...and scream. He wanted to bury himself in her...
_Nein, not yet..." he told himself as he looked down into her eyes, _not...yet, but...next best thing..._ He knew the smile he gave her then confused her and he watched her eyes go wide with surprise as he slipped his tail down the front of hents nts and began to stroke her, slow and gentle at first, but increasing both the speed and pressure until she was quivering and moaning beneath him.

[Oh God yes...Kaetzchen...go on Liebe...let go...you know...you want to...Yes...feel me...inside you...mein Liebe...I'm going to...make you... mine...Schatz...take you...over the edge...] He couldn't stop the flood of barely intgiblgible words that slipped from him, he was simply grateful that she wouldn't be able to understand anything beyond the endearments. Once he'd established a rhythm with his tail he bent again to her breasts and belly, suckling and stroking, nipping, even raking her with his nails, drawing light welts up from the pale skin of her abdomen and breasts. The pressure in his aching cock was almost overpowering and he ground himself against her thigh with a groan.

Her moans became more urgent, lost their rhythm, and he knew it wasn't going to be long now. He stroked his tail once more through her wetness then eased just the small, flexible, spaded tip into her tight opening. Almost immediately he felt her muscles begin to clench rhythmically around it and as she slipped over the edge and cried out his name he pushed himself up so that he could watch her face as she came. The sight of her, eyes shut tight, quivering and moaning uncontrollably and aware of nothing but the pleasure he was giving her, was intoxicating. She was beautiful.

He slipped his tail from her pants as her eyes fluttered open, still glazed in the aftermath of her climax and he smiled down at her, fangs bared. He let his mouth drop open, panting heavily as he breathed in the smell of her. His senses might not be as acute as Logan's, but the scent of her release seemed to him to permeate the room and he drank it in, letting his eyes drop shut for a moment as he fixed it in his mind.

He didn't know what she saw in his eyes as he opened them and looked down at her again, but she shivered and ran her hands through the fur on his sides. With an agonized groan he realized he couldn't wait any longer. He bent to take her mouth, his lips crushing hers, his tongue again thrusting aggressively into her mouth as he slipped a hand down to push at the waistband of her jeans. She raised her ass to let him slip jeans and panties both over her hips and down her thighs, at which point his prehensile tail and nimble toes took over until she lay beneath him in nothing but the torn remains of her shirt.

He was pressing against her center again, with only his boxers between them, the wetness from her orgasm soaking through the thin fabric and driving him wild as he withdrew his tongue from her mouth, nipping at her lips as he did so and stopping himself just short of drawing blood. Her hips were arching up into him again and he growled, deep in his chest, knowing she was ready, wanting to fill her. He'd been patient long enough.

He was wondering how best to relieve himself of this last obstruction between himself and his goal when her hands jerked down to the waistband of his shorts and began to tug and push them over his hips. He growled again, frustrated, as the damn things hung up on his tail.

[God fucking damned tail], he spat with feeling as he shifted himself above her so that he could reach and push them down, but her hands were quicker and he felt her fingers brush softly at the base of his tail, preparatory to grasping it to pull it loose. He pulled back with a sharp jerk and a string of obscenities in several languages, not even noticing Kitty's gasp of surprise. His eyes were shut and he was on the verge of hyperventilating, ignoring everything for the moment but the need to maintain _control_.

He let his eyes slit opgaingain when he felt slender hands stroke gently across his cheek and heard her voice, low and thick and warm in a way that shot straight to his groin.

"Kurt...?"

"Es ist alle rechts," he gasped. "Ich bin traurig meine Liebe. Ach, Scheisse! It's all right Kaetzchen. Just, just _don't_ touch my tail, ja? Bitte, I just need you to, to please _not_ touch it. Verstehst?"

Her eyes were wide and confused as she looked up at him, obviously not understanding. _She doesn't need to understand,_ he thought with a hint of bitterness, _she just needs to leave it the fuck alone._ Aloud he asked again, his voice a hoarse moan, "do you understand what I'm asking Kaetzchen?"

"But why...?"

"It doesn't matter why!" he snapped, he hadn't meant to be so harsh. "Just, please, just...promise me, Kaetzchen? Bitte?" He lowered his voice to a whisper and squeezed his eyes shut against the embarrassment of even having to ask this.

"I understand Kurt," her voice was quiet, breathy, and he felt her hands again, this time pulling him back down to her. Felt the heat of her body and her bare breasts pressed against his chest, felt her shiver as her nipples brushed through his fur and she tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled his lips to hers.

Oh God, in a heartbeat the world had narrowed again to just the two of them and her lips crushed beneath his, the sweetness of her mouth, her naked body pressed beneath him, her nails raking through the fur of his back to the sensitive skin beneath. The musky smell of her orgasm was still almost overwhelming, even with the breeze from the open doors. His eyes snapped open and, bracing himself briefly on one elbow, he reached back, growling, and ripped tai tail hole in his shorts wide open, snaked the offending appendage out, and then used it to push them the rest of the way down.

He pushed himself back above her, gasping with the effort required to take this slow, wanting only to be in her, filling her, making her moan and writhe and scream, feeling her muscles clench around him...but...there was something else he had to do first. He knew it, could feel it rattling around in the back of his mind but couldn't quite bring it into mental focus. Whether it was the distraction of her lips working their way down his neck and chest or a simple lack of blood flow to his brain he felt was possibly open to debate, but either way he was drawing a blank.

"Kaetzchen?" he gasped and shook his head, trying to clear it, with little discernible success. "There is...something...something I am, I think... forgetting. Nein? Aber ich kann mich nicht errinern, was ist es..."

She looked up at him blankly for a moment, plainly confused by his lapse into German, then her eyes widened and she looked frantically around them before spotting her pants lying crumpled on the floor near their feet. She pointed and with an embarrassed smile said the magic words. "Condom. In my pocket."

Part of his mind took a very brief moment to be appropriately shocked and scandalized that she had actually come to his room at some ungodly hour in the morning planning to have sex. The rest of it was absolutely thrilled that he didn't have to go hunting for his wallet and the condoms he had tucked in the back behind his emergency credit card and a photo of his family.

Kurt grabbed the garment with his tail and, transferring it to his hands, dug frantically through the pockets until he found where she had tucked the small foil packet. Trying to ignore her eyes on him, he ripped it open and then rolled it smoothly into place as he thought nervously, _Danken sie Gott for a fast metabolism. I've never been able to get these damn things on *totalllastlastered._

He looked back down at her, feeling somewhat awkward now, the momentum dissipating. _I knew there was something I hated about these things_, he thought sourly. _Actually, there's a lot of things I hate about them, but the awkwardness and loss of momentum top the list._

Kitty looked at least as uncomfortable and self-conscious as he felt, and he knew he had to concentrate on setting her at ease. She was still breathing heavily, pale skin flushed with exertion and desire. He took in the stiff peaks of her rosy nipples and the glistening moisture in the soft, curly thatch at her groin and inhaled deeply the scent of her arousal. _Uncomfortable and self-conscious, but definitely still horny, and Gott, so beautiful._


She felt distinctly awkward watching as Kurt rolled the condom down over his straining erection - partly because of what he was doing, but largely because it was the first time she had ever actually seen an erection, or a penir thr that matter. She wasn't sure what exactly she had been expecting, but it did seem larger than she would have guessed, at least considering where it was supposed to fit. She could see it throbbing with his heartbeat and wanted desperately to reach out and touch it, to feel it pulse in her hand, but couldn't bring herself to do it. She was surprised to note that he actually had no pubic hair. She shouldn't have been, she supposed, he didn't have facial or underarm hair either - he was always teasing the other guys when they cut themselves shaving.


It took only a moment for him to finish with the condom, and then he was looking down at her, obviously feeling just as awkward as she was. She wasn't sure what to do, how to start again, but then he smiled at her, fangs glinting and eyes smoldering in a way that sent an answering warmth flaring through her abdomen and groin. Still kneeling above her he leaned slowly over her and pressed his lips to hers, more gently than last time, parting her lips softly with his tongue, his hands rising to caress her breasts, stroke her belly and sides. She gasped into his mouth and buried her hands in the fur on his back, pulling him down to her, wanting to feel the velvet of him rub against her skin again. With an answering moan he lowered himself to lay along her body, pressing her thighs apart with his knees, his tail playing along her legs, gently encouraging her to spreadm fom for him.

She heard his voice again, murmuring this time. Low and warm, his accent thick. Though she had no idea what he was saying, almost _anything_ he said in that tone would have made her burn. It could have been a grocery list or a prayer, all she knew was that she never wanted him to stop.

She could feel pressure building again in her belly and crotch, could feel each beat of her heart send a wave of heat radiating through her sex. She wanted this...she did... But as he lowered himself to her, as she felt the throb and pulse of him against her, she felt a sharp thrill of fear. Everything so far had been wonderful, had been more than she had ever imagined, but she _knew_ that this would *hurt*. Everyone said it hurt. There would be blood and pain and...and she froze, shivering, with a small whimper of fear as he moaned into her mouth and began to press into her. Every muscle in her body tensed as she closed her eyes tight, held her breath and waited for the pain.

He had waited too long and the need of her had become an almost physical pain. He tried to control himself, to go slow...be gentle...when all he could think about was getting...deep inside her... He groaned into her mouth as he pressed himself against her hot, tight entrance and felt her tense beneath him in a way that was obviously not inspired by passion, but he was almost beyond caring, beyond any further capacity for patience or generosity.

"Ach, Kaetzchen, ich will dich," he gasped as he pressed his cheek to hers. He murmured husky endearments and encouragement into her ear as he prepared to enter her and almost missed the frightened whimper that escaped her as he began to move. Almost...but not quite, and he froze, gasping with the effort it took him.

Her hands were still on his sides, digging tensely into his fur. Her eyes were closed and even so far gone in lust he could see the fear on her face.

"Was ist los...meine Liebling? Es ist...alle rechts, relax Schatz," he nuzzled into her neck as he spoke, nipping her lightly to emphasize his words.

"I'm sorry Kurt," she answered in a small, breathy voice. "I'm sorry, please...please I, I want this...I want you..."

And she did, he knew she did. He could feel it in her, smell it on her. But she was also terrified. He could see the tears glistening in the corners of her eyes. Why?

"Kaetzchen," her name came out a gasp as he buried his face in the hollow of her neck. "Schatz, I will..._not_ hurt you...Liebe. Please, es ist, _it is_ okay. Why, why are you...afraid?"

He looked at her again, stroked her cheek, ran his hand down to her breast and felt her body respond to his touch, but still saw the fear and uncertainty in her eyes. He felt a lead weight settle in the pit of his stomach.

"Kaetzchen? You have...you're not..." he didn't want to say it. Didn't want it to be true. She'd dated _Lance Alvers_ for months for Christ's sake! She couldn't be...could she? Of course she wasn't a virgin.

He looked down at the tears still glinting in her eyes.

"You've never done this before, have you?" His voice was an agonized moan and he knew the answer even before she shook her head slightly, her face flushed with embarrassment.

_Scheisse._ This had just become wrong in so many more ways. As if it hadn't already been bad enough that he was having sex with his best friend. He did _not_ need taking her virginity on his conscience. _What the hell happened to 'it would be like doing your sister' you fucking pervert!_

There had been a point somewhere in the past where this information would have changed everything, would have stopped him dead in his tracks, even if he'd been drunk as a lord. Now...now he had to at least give her an out, or try to. But he didn't know what he'd do if she tried to take it, didn't know if he could actually let her go. He could feel every muscle quivering with the effort of holding himself in check. His jaw was so tight that his teeth were grinding and he had to force himself to pull away from her, just far enough that some random movement on her part wouldn't send him flying past the point of no return. He closed his eyes and breathed deep, trying to steady himself. _Oh, BAD idea!_ The smell of her was one of the things that was driving him over the edge.

He tried to keep his voice even, but it came out almost a growl, "Kaetzchen, you don't...have to..." He couldn't get out all the words, couldn't make them make sense. "It is...all right...we can...I mean, we don't..." He groaned and pressed his face to her neck again. He couldn't look her in the eyes and try to say this. _Ach, I can't take this!_ He wanted to howl. He wanted to be anywhere else, doing anything but having, trying to have, this...conversation...in this position, but he wanted her, needed her, so bad now that he could hardly breath.

"Kurt..." her voice was low and quiet, but it was steady and still rough with desire. "Please, I do...I want this...I'm scared but...please, please...don't stop." her voice trailed away in a whisper.

"Ach, Liebling," he moaned into her neck before raising himself up to meet her eyes, trying to keep his relief from showing. "You are sure?" he asked, one last time, his voice trembling with need.

There was only the slightest of hesitations before she nodded, once, and drew him down again, her lips already parting for him. The touch of her lips, her tongue pressing into his mouth, was almost more than he could bear, and he gently broke the kiss, burying his face once more in the crook of her neck as he began to slide his aching length slowly, gently, into the tight, moist heat of her. He could feel her tension beneath him and wanted to reassure her, comfort her with his voice and touch, but it was taking every ounce of control he possessed to go slow for her, to not hurt her any more than he could possibly avoid.

One soft hand stroked and kneaded along his back and side, skimming hesitantly across his backside, carefully avoiding his tail, while the other tangled itself in hing hng hair. She didn't speak again but her breath came in shallow gasps at his ear as her lips and tongue skimmed along its delicate point and he shivered and groaned, freezing against the sudden, almost instinctive urge to plunge into her. He turned his head slightly, just enough to deny her access to anything but his hair. "Nein Kaetzchen...bit.ple.please don't..." His voice was low, hoarse and ragged and he wondered if she had any idea at all what she was doing to him. He took slow, deep breaths - through his mouth this time - not moving again until he felt the quivering tension in his body subside at least a little.

It seemed as though the world had faded away around them until all that was left in his consciousness were the burning points of contact between them, most especially where her hot flesh squeezed and enveloped his own. He pressed his lips to her jaw, her throat, her ear, mumbling almost incoherently against her silky skin - promises, pleas, almost prayers in a mangled combination of German, Rom and half the languages of Western Europe - and was glad she understood not a word. It frightened him how much he _wanted_ her, needed her, now, how important it was to him that this was Kitty, his Kaetzchen, in his arms.

He eased into her slowly, carefully, feeling the tension in her body shift and change each time he moved, her hands alternately clutching or caressing him as she gasped and moaned beneath him. Her legs came up to wrap around his waist now, and Kurt hissed through clenched teeth, fighting the desire to succumb to the pressure, to bury himself in her, take her hard and fast and... _Nein!_

He stifled a cry at the tightness of her, of ecstasy that was almost pain, as he moved deeper within her and encountered the resistance he'd been both expecting and dreading. From the way she froze against him, her hands clutching at his back, he knew that she felt it too. With an effort he stilled himself, murmuring hoarse reassurances against her throat, wishing he could find the words in English, just hoping that she would understand the meaning from his tone. He really had no idea how best to do this. It was beyond his allowably extensive experience, and deflowering virgins had certainly never, to his knowledge, been covered in sex ed.

His mind raceantiantically and he trembled both with pent-up need and fear. _Oh Gott, weiss ich nicht_ It had to be better to get it over with quickly, didn't it? Like ripping a band-aid of maybe? "Ich bin traurig, Kaetzchen," he forced out between clenched teeth, trying to keep the uncertainty from his voice. There was a feeling of something breaking, tearing, and she cried out - a short, sharp almost whimper of pain as she tensed around and beneath him that mingled with his own groan of mixed pain and ecstasy. He froze again and pulled back, panting, to look down at her. Her eyes were shut, a few tears squeezing from their corners as she took in quivering breaths and he began to pull away, his own eyes tearing up in response. _Oh, schlechte idee. Falsche Bewegung Arschloch!_

"Das tut mir leid, Kaetzchen. Oh Gott, I'm so sorry Liebe..."


Kitty couldn't stop herself from crying out at the pain. She had been expecting it, and it really wasn't as bad as she had feared, but it took her by surprise anyway. A feeling of...tearing...followed by a sharp, burning sensation. She closed her eyes as she felt tears prick at their corners, hoping that Kurt wouldn't notice. He froze above her, _in her_, and she took a few deep, quivering breaths as she adjusted to the feel of him inside her. She was just beginning to relax again - to focus on the silken brush of his fur, his tail wrapped around her leg, its spade tip brushing lightly, burningly at her inner thigh, the smooth surge of his muscular shoulders beneath her hands - when she heard his voice, an agonized whisper, and felt him pull away from her, shaking.

Opening her eyes she saw the look of misery on his face and felt her heart lurch as she registered his shamed apology.

"No. No Fuzzy...Love. It's okay, please..." Her voice was breathy, not quite under her control, but she tried to fill it with all the love and, well...lust...she felt for him. He stopped as she grabbed at his shoulders and tightened her legs around his waist, holding him to her. She could almost have laughed at the look of confusion in his golden eyes if it wasn't so heart wrenching.

"It's _supposed_ to hurt Kurt," she told him, trying to smile. "And really, it wasn't...that bad, it was just...a bit of a shock, you know?" She ran her hands up his arms, stroking against the nap of his fur, loving the exquisite velvet feel of it, not just there, but everywhere their bodies touched, joined. His tail had never stopped moving, stroking at her thigh, so close to the source of her need. The pain had now given way entirely to the most incredible feeling of being...filled...and...stretched.

She wanted...needed...him to move now. The heat in her belly was building and she needed to feel him moving in her, against her. She tensed beneath him again, pressing up to the fierce heat of his body, shivering and almost whimpering with desire as her nipples brushed through the fur of his chest.

He'd been saying something else, but she'd lost it, distracted by the feel of him and by her raw, aching need. He still looked concerned, but he was making no further effort to pull away. "It doesn't hurt any more Fuzzy, not really" she told him, her voice a husky moan as she again tightened her legs around his waist, forcing him to move deeper into her. She gasped at the sensation and heard him echo her, watching in fascination as his eyes first went wide in surprise and then slid shut, his lips peeling back from his teeth in a grimace of what she now recognized as pleasure.

She pulled him, unresisting, down to her and whispered, almost gasped, into his ear, "make love to me Kurt. Please."


He could manage nothing beyond an inarticulate groan in response. Her words, her breath tickling at his sensitive ear, combined with the incredible feel of being completely enveloped in her was almost too much. He buried his face against her aga again, breathing in the smell of her, trying to control himself, and then her voice came again, low and husky and urgent. "Please, please Fuzzy...just...move."

Kurt _growled_ in response, embarrassed by the sound, but no more able to suppress it than he was able to refuse her demand. He started slowly, still nervous and alert for any sign of pain. He _knew_ that it was supposed to hurt, that it would get better, but he hated the idea that _he_ should cause her pain. As he felt her respond, though, he gave in to instinct, his pace quickening as she rose to meet his thrusts. Without even realizing it he'd crushed his lips to hers again, relishing the warmth of her breath, the sweetness of her lips and tongue against his, feeling her gasps and moans of pleasure against his mouth.

He knew he couldn't last much longer, felt the pressure building with each thrust into the incredible heat and tightness of her. _Gott, if it wasn't for con condom, it would have been over already,_ he thought, with what little capacity for rational thought he had left. Shifting, he slipped one arm beneath her shoulders, pulling her tight against him, groaning at the feel of her warm, soft breasts pressing against his chest. With the other hand he reached down to grasp her thigh, running it up until he could slip it beneath her, then lifting, changing the angle of their coupling in hopes of increasing the friction against her.

Kitty's sharp gasp of pleasure and the convulsive scrape of her nails against his shoulders and back, combined with the increased pressure sent an almost electric shock through his system and straight to his groin. He growled again, feelit rut rumble deep in his chest, and his head snapped back, the tendons in his neck straining. He hadn't taken into account how the change of position would affect him...

"Oh Gott..." he gasped, barely biting back yet another growl. His eyes were screwed shut now as he tried to concentrate on the hard floor beneath his knees, the cool breeze from the open doors ruffling his fur, the ache in his ribs where Logan had 'tagged' him earlier - anything but Kitty's lithe, responsive body as she moaned and...writhed...and...gasped...beneath him. He was sure she must be close, but...not...close...enough...

Kurt's tail had been twining and stroking at her thigh thus far, not under his conscious control, but reflexively. Now, with a little concentration he maneuvered it carefully between their straining bodies, never ceasing to move within her, hardly even altering the almost frantic rhythm of his thrusts. First he flicked its spaded tip gently across the firm peaks of her nipples, smiling at her gasp of surprise and pleasure. Then slowly he slicked it down through the sweat of their exertion as he sought...and found...the incredible moist heat where their bodies joined. His rhythm falt bri briefly then, as he delicately maneuvered the sensitive appendage until it stroked gently but firmly at the sensitive nub at the center of her pleasure.

At the first stroke of his tail through her slick folds, she shuddered and gasped, her arms tightening convulsively around him as she nipped and sucked hungrily at his lips and tongue. He continued, increasing the pace and pressure to match the tempo of his thrusts, feeling Kitty shiver with each snap of his hips against hers. Losing all sense of time and place as he lost himself in the heat of her embrace. Moments later he felt the beginning of her release as she cried out and went rigid beneath him, head thrown back and eyes half-lidded as she gazed rapturously up at him, her muscles rippling and clenching powerfully around him, drawing him deeper within her as she moaned and...whimpered against him, her body bucking and spasming with the power of her orgasm.

All he could think now was how desperately he wanted...needed...to be...deep...within her...now. He hardly even noticed that he was alternately whispering and groaning against her neck, his voice harsh and strained, his words a combination of endearments and frantic pleas in German, Rom and assorted other languages. He increased the speed and power of his thrusts, lifting her hips further with the hand still resting beneath her, going deeper now than he had thought possible. The feeling of pressure was building almost beyond endurance, his blood pounded in his ears and his...need... for her, for relief, burned along his nerves, searing him, until, finally, the musky scent of her climax, the feel of her writhing body beneath him, around him, and her urgent, ecstatic, moans all combined to push him over the edge. He felt his entire body go rigid as he came with a savage force he had never before experienced. His face contorted with the power of it and he groaned through tightly clenched teeth as his entire body convulsed once...and again...and he drove as deeply into her as possible, her own climax continuing to draw him on.

It seemed to last for an eternity, yet it was over all too soon and he finally relaxed above her, his breath coming in panting gasps as the fierce burning in his nerves, his veins, subsided into warmth. He could feel every beat of her heart where their bodies were still joined and he marveled at her long, shuddering sigh of contentment. He nuzzled his face against her tender throat, rubbing his velvet cheek against her skin as he settled his lips against the still erratic throb of her pulse.

"Ich liebe dich, meine Kaetzchen," he murmured, his free hand drifting to gently stroke her hair and cheek, to ghost along the curve of one small, firm breast. "Du bist mein Engel."

Kitty sighed again, her hands running along his back and shoulders, fingers scraping gently through his fur just to feel the shudder of rich velvet over the steel of his muscles. He felt that time had stopped, that he could stay here, content forever in her arms. He shifted slightly, none the less, withdrawing from her, and he smiled slightly as she murmured a quiet protest. _One last chore,_ he thought with sleepy determination. He planted a quick kiss on her pouting lips and, rolling away, deftly removed the condom and tossed it, not caring where it landed for the moment.

Her arms were already pulling at him as he rolled back into her embrace, his lips instantly finding hers in a tender, unhurried kiss as he held her tightly to him. Their passion spent, they settled comfortably into each others arms and Kurt felt the warm weight of exhaustion return, tugging at him until he had not choice but to succumb. He wanted to say more to her. To tell her, in a language she would understand, how much he loved her. How beautiful she was to him. How he wanted nothing more at that moment than to hold her safe in his arms forever. Unfortunately, a week's worth of stress and exhaustion, combined with the thorough ass-whipping Logan had administered last night and more recent...exertions...were now conspiring to make that impossible. As his eyes drifted shut he was dimly aware of her voice, murmuring something that danced just at the edge of comprehension, then there was nothing but the warm tangle of arms and legs and her body pressed against him as he slid down into the velvet darkness of exhausted slumber.


Kitty nestled contentedly into his arms, the last shivering spasms of her overloaded body soothed by the gentleness of his kiss. His arms were wrapped tightly around her, their legs entwined. Even his tail was draped languidly across her hip, its tip tracing lazy circles on her back. She sighed deeply, unutterably content to simply _be_.

She felt the change as he began to slip slowly into exhaustion. The soft press of his lips became heavier, yet softer as well. His hold on her slackened as his arms relaxed, then went limp. She wasn't really surprised - a feeling of sleepy well-being was fast overwhelming her as well, and she had some idea how tired he had already been, even before Mr. Logan had gotten hold of him. She was still mildly disappointed though, she'd wanted to ask him what he'd been saying, when he'psedpsed into German and whatever other languages he'd used. His tone alone, when they had been making love, would have been enough to curl her hair even if everything else he'd been doing to her hadn't already been driving her wild. What she _really_ wanted to know though, was what he'd said to her at the end, his voice as tender as his lips against her throat.

She realized that she was definitely going to have to wait as, with a quiet sigh, his lips pulled away from hers and his eyes drifted slowly shut, their subdued golden glow gradually disappearing. "I love you Fuzzy Elf," she told him, her voice almost a whisper as she gently cupped one velvet cheek. "I do love you. Sleep now..."

She didn't know if he heard her, but his lips quirked slightly in a smile. She burrowed further into his warmth, nestling her head beneath his chin and listening for the steady beat of his heart. She was just drifting toward sleep when she became aware of a dull, rhythmic rumble suddenly permeating her consciousness. She blinked in sleepy confusion, trying to identify the source of the oddly soothing noise. It sounded like nothing so much as...

Her eyes snapped open as she realized exactly what she was hearing and where it was coming from. She lay there, startled for a moment, before surprise gave way to a warm feeling of...satisfaction. A sleepy smile spread slowly across her face as she burrowed once more into the velvet softness of Kurt's body and let the hypnotic rhythm of his contented purr lull her into sleep.


Schatz - treasure, used to mean darling
Liebling - darling, love
Verdammt - damned
Arschloch - asshole
es ist alle rechts - it's all right (I think)
verstehst? - understand?
aber ich kann mich nicht errinern, was ist es - but I can't remember what it is (again, I think)
ich will dich - I want you
was ist los - what's wrong
meine Liebling - my favorite/love
scheisse - shit
weiss ich nicht - I don't know
Ich bin traurig - I'm sorry
Schlecte idee. Falsche Bewegung, Arschloch - bad idea. wrong move asshole. (I'm pretty sure this is wrong, but what the hell.)
Das tut mir leid - variation of I'm sorry
Ich liebe dich - I love you
Du bist mein Engel - you are my angel

Oh, and PLEASE REVIEW, reviews give me the warm fuzzies. Heck, go ahead and tell me it reeks if it makes you feel good - although specifics would be nice, not just general 'you suck'. Sycophantic praise is also gladly accepted, but *critiques* are what I'm really hoping for - you know this was good/bad and exactly why. I really am trying to improve my writing, I haven't written fiction in about 12-18 years (can't remember anymore, a looooong time) so I'd love to know what I'm doing right or wrong. Thanks, hope you enjoy.