Heatwave

Heatwave Chapter Two (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE (tm), Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta... From the ladies of Red Moon: SQUEEEEEEEEEEE! InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink and Dracena are loverly and delightful for archiving/hosting! ProPhile, in addition to being a lovely smutmuse and worthy of musekibble, would like for me to point out this is SEVEN chapters, not five. I stand corrected because I forgot what I said, lol. Morgan: *poke * Readers/Reviewers: *BLUSH * Thanks!

Tabby could not help herself. She buried her face in Kurt's neck and sobbed. "I'm sorry," she choked after an awkward moment. "I was kinda hoping for Kitty..."
Kurt sighed and patted her shoulder. "Ja, I know... But it's Friday night..." He sighed again and shrugged stiffly. "She'll be back around ten, if that helps."
Tabby nodded, then gulped. She felt terrible. The fight with Wanda had only gotten worse since her return from the impromptu pool party and she just could not take one more jibe. She had run out with nothing on other than swi swim suit and shorts, her car keys clutched so tightly in her hand that red marks will still evident nearly an hour later. She had driven around Bayville twice before finding herself pulling up the long drive to the Institute. She found herself walking to the front door ,the gravel crunching under her feet as the random, oddly comforting notion of talking to Kitty crossed her mind. _Kitty knows things, _ she had thought. _She'll be able to help me sort this out... _ But instead, she found herself on the sofa in the front study, sobbing into Kurt's fur. "I'm sorry," she repeated, pulling away. "Do you have a tissue?" Kurt got to his feet and moved to the massive desk opposite the sofa and began rummaging for the box of tissues. "I just can't believe Wanda would say that to me?"
Kurt looked up. "Say what to you?"
Tabby sniffed again and winced at the sudden sinus pain. "Oh, nothing." She paused then shook her head. "Okay, earlier today, we had this huge fight because she wants me to pick a side."
Kurt frowned and came back to sit by Tabby. "Pick a side? About what?"
Tabby wiped at her eyes with the tissue Kurt provided and waved her hand distractedly. "She's mad because I won't just call myself a lesbian. I mean... What does it matter? I'm with her, right? I love her!"
Kurt leaned back against the arm of the sofa and gave her a considering look. "Do you?"
"What?" She felt shocked, then guilty. "I mean... I'm with her! Of course I love her!" A tiny worm of doubt began to gnaw at her belly, Wanda's voice ringing in her thoughts. _I don't care if you're bi or lesbian, _ she had snapped, _just decide! I'm not going to be some bored straight girl's safety net! _
Kurt handed her another tissue and spread his arms across the sofa behind him, his tail thumping idly in the stuffy room. The lack of air conditioning was stultifying and almost sultry. "Do you need some water?" he asked solicitously. "You look like you need to cool down."
Tabby felt the strangest notion wash over her. _She wants me to pick a side, doesn't she? _ "When's Kitty coming back?" She leaned forward as if she were about to stand. _We used to date... he's not a bad kisser... _
"About ten... why do you ask?" Kurt raised a brow and looked at her as if she had grown a second head.
Tabby did not give him a chance to respond. She was against him and kissing him before she could stop herself. It was good-familiar and warm and hard and soft all at once. Kurt went still and rigid beneath her, not responding at first. She pulled back and husked, "Kurt, I don't know anymore..." She shook her head and kissed him again, pressing against him more fully. She could feel him respond to her despite his weak physical protests. "Kurt, please..."
He swallowed hard, pushing her away slightly. "Tabby, I love Kitty..."
She frowned and sat up, straddling him. "I need to know for sure..." She wriggled, pressing her sex against the quickly growing arousal between his thighs. "We can keep it to ourselves... Kitty doesn't have to know..." She ground against him, mildly satisfied at his response to her: his groan reverberated through both of their bodies. Strangely, any guilt he seemed to feel was fleeting as his hands came up to rest on her hips, holding still as he thrust up against her. Tabby gasped and closed her eyes, the stimulation sending a jolt of pleasure straight up her spine. She arched her back, thrilling at the feel of his tail tracing a path from her ankle to her thigh, wrapping around her leg so near her sex she could feel the tremors through her clothes. Kurt's grip on her hips tightened and she found herself on her back, Kurt kissing and nipping a path down her stomach. Her shorts were on the floor in a rustle and tug of fabric, her swimsuit bottoms following shortly after. Tabby heard herself whimper as the first wash of guilt came over her. She knew what Wanda's mouth felt like on her, how her tongue would trace the curve of her thigh, tease the folds of her sex... How she would nibble and tease the swollen, wet flesh, already begging for release even after mere moments. Kurt, though, was different. He gripped her thighs, exposing her sex to his greedy mouth. She gasped and reached behind her, holding onto the arm of the sofa as he raised her hips. She shivered inside, wanting him to touch her, to see if he could make her feel like Wanda did... The first touch of his tongue on her folds made her cry out, not caring who heard. She almost shrieked in surprise as he fell to with enthusiasm, lapping at her tender flesh, circling the nub of her desire with the tip of his tongue. Tabby squirmed in his grasp, trying her best not to think of Wanda but failing. She could not help the comparison, how Kurt suckled on her, making her writhe while Wanda was more fond of teasing and drawing out the experience, taking what felt like forever to make her climax.
Tabby kept her eyes tightly closed but she knew what the scene looked like: Kurt's face buried between her thighs, his tail slipping ever upwards as he knelt there, lapping and nipping, causing her to arch and groan. His tail slipped into her easily, if not a little awkwardly due to his position. She was so wet that he slid into her entrance in one slow stroke, his mouth never leaving her sex. Tabby moaned loudly, shaking as she felt him slide out of her, twisting to stroke the rough spot just inside her core, making her feel as if her very bones were melting. She barely had time to tense as he tail left her entirely and moved lower, pressing against another spot. Slick with her moisture already, it was just a small matter of pushing steadily to gain entrance. Tabby gasped and cried out as she felt him slip inside her there, the pain searing before fading to a dull and new pleasure. His tongue played havoc with her senses as he slowly moved within her, almost but not quite driving Wanda from her thoughts. All she could think was "Is Wanda going to hate me forever now? Is Kitty? God, what's Kitty going to do? What's KURT going to do? He'll never keep this from her... I can't keep this from Wanda..." Her sudden, cascading climax was tainted with horrid guilt, the image of Wanda's hurt features, wounded in spirit and betrayal, danced before her eyes. A sharp, keening cry penetrated her shuddering orgasm, making her wince and shift, trying ever harder to reach the end of the end. The cry grew louder and she felt as if she was being shaken.
"Tabby!"
"No! I'm sorry!" she gasped, sitting up straight. It was cool, almost too cool, and the room was dark. She blinked rapidly and the keening cry grew louder. "Shit, Lucas..."
Wanda peered at her in the darkness. "You okay?"
"Yeah, yeah..." Tabby shook herself and looked up at her girlfriend. "When'd you get back? I thought you were going to be gone for the night..." She felt hot color suffuse her cheeks, unable to believe what she had just been dreaming.
"I was visiting a friend..." She sat down on the edge of the bed as Lucas's cry hiccoughed to a stop, baby murmurs replacing his wails. "Tabby, about earlier..."
"The heat makes us do weird things," she murmured, cutting her off. "I love you, Wanda. Let's get some sleep."