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Renovations Chapter Three (NC-17)
Renovations Chapter Three (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta (also Keeper of the Kilted
Muses and Holder of the Bottomless Purse)…you *so * rock, you know that? *glomp *
Readers/Reviewers: Here it
is…the last chapter of Renovations!
*sigh * More smut! Wheeee!
“Shove
harder…”
“If I
shoved it any harder, I’d break something,” he panted, glaring at her.
“Kurt, we
can’t leave it here!”
He sighed
and sat back on the floor. “I know,” he
groaned. “It’s blocking the door…”
Kitty
scrubbed absently at her face and sat on the edge of the bed. “Oh, forget it. Take a break…” She sighed and fell back onto the
mattress. “I’m too old for this.”
“Katzchen,”
he mused, smiling to himself as he crawled up onto the bed next to her, “Less
than twenty four hours ago, I saw you take down three men twice your size,
nearly get shot and do martial arts moves I didn’t think had been invented yet,
and you think you’re too old to move a bed?”
He kissed her temple and laid a possessive arm across her stomach. “You’re delusional.”
“I found
another gray hair this morning,” she sighed.
“The kids
are teenagers. You’re bound to find
more soon.”
“Not funny,”
she groused.
Kurt
chuckled under his breath and kissed her jaw, then her earlobe, murmuring, “I’ll
still think you’re sexy, even when you’re so old I’m nothing but a blue blur in
your vision.”
“Oh.”
“You sound
disappointed,” he whispered, nipping at the spot just below her ear.
“Well, you
make it sound like we’ll still be together.
I was planning on trading you in for a newer model once you hit sixty.”
Kurt
sputtered in surprise, her giggle at his reaction exactly the same as when she
was sixteen. “You,” he growled, “are a
little witch, aren’t you?”
“I can be,”
she teased, scooting closer as he claimed her mouth in a kiss. She sighed softly, not feeling too old at
all anymore as Kurt’s hands slipped under her t-shirt and worked under her back
to find the clasp to her bra. “I’m all
sweaty,” she breathed as they broke for air.
“Then a
little more won’t hurt,” he grinned, working the clasp open with a small
flourish of triumph over the evil that was hook and eye closures. She arched her back as he pulled the garment
off, phasing so he could pull her shirt free.
Even after so many years, she
flushed a dark pink as he looked admiringly at her bare flesh, pale and
freckled and pink in interesting places.
His dark blue skin and fur stood in stark contrast to her complexion as
he stroked her skin, kneading her breasts gently before closing his lips over
one turgid, dusky peak. She murmured
her pleasure and tangled her fingers in his hair as his tongue flicked across
the sensitive flesh, drawing on her as she shed her old gym shorts. Kitty started a little as she felt his bare
skin against hers, not having noticed him shed his sweatpants as they
kissed. “Eager much?”
“When aren’t I?” he laughed against
her, moving to kiss her neck again, his fingers parting her petaled flesh[1]
and skimming across the center of her desire, spreading the silken heat on her
delicate folds before readying her passage for him. She moaned softly and raised her hips, her eyes drifting closed
as he pressed into her.
“The kids will be back soon,” she
murmured.
“Want to wait?”
“Not really…” She grinned and opened one eye to look at
him. “We can just do this again later…and
slower…”
Kurt answered her grin with one of
his own and kissed her soundly, his tongue darting out to sample her lower
lip. “As many times as you want…”
“Optimistic in your old age, aren’t
you?” she teased, her words turning into a startled gasp as he grabbed her and
rolled onto his back so she was astride his hips. Without further preamble, she adjusted and slid against him,
guiding him into her warmth with ease born of much practice. Kurt’s sigh reverberated through her and
bore her own forth. The glare of the
overhead light showed every shift of muscle and flesh, every bead of sweat and
expression of pleasure between them as he grasped her hips and urged her to
quicken her pace, raising his own against her.
She groaned and leaned forward, her breasts enticingly close to his
lips, her hard nipples brushing against him as she moved. Kitty felt his fingers tighten on her
rounded hips, encouraging her as he moaned her name. Kitty lost track of time and pace as she felt her release
building and felt him quicken beneath her.
She cried out, biting her lip to stem the flow of words as she climaxed,
heat suffusing her skin and veins as she collapsed against Kurt’s chest, the
rise and fall of his breath making his fur tickle her sensitized skin as he
muffled his own cry of release, filling her and clutching at her, holding her
closer as he reached his end. “I love
you, Fuzzy,” she breathed against him, kissing his collarbone.
“Me, too.” They fell into a slow pattern of idle
stroking and sighs, not sleepy enough to nap but too drained to move.
They both were jarred out of their
lethargy by a sudden bang, the door hitting the foot of the bed. “Mom, Dad, we’re…EEEEEEW!” Lapis slammed the door and looked as his
sister and her boyfriend, his own girlfriend staring at him from across the
hall in her own parents’ doorway.
“What is it, man?” JT asked,
reaching for the doorknob. “Something
wrong in there?”
“No!” Lapis cried,rifirified. “ Don’t
go in there! Ew!”
Lazuli sighed. “Again?
Lapis, learn to knock!”
Kiara rolled her eyes. “Old people
are so gross.”
Lapis nodded, shaken. “I hope I’m never like that! Ew!”
[1] And that one
is for ProPhile.
Renovations Chapter Three (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta (also Keeper of the Kilted
Muses and Holder of the Bottomless Purse)…you *so * rock, you know that? *glomp *
Readers/Reviewers: Here it
is…the last chapter of Renovations!
*sigh * More smut! Wheeee!
“Shove
harder…”
“If I
shoved it any harder, I’d break something,” he panted, glaring at her.
“Kurt, we
can’t leave it here!”
He sighed
and sat back on the floor. “I know,” he
groaned. “It’s blocking the door…”
Kitty
scrubbed absently at her face and sat on the edge of the bed. “Oh, forget it. Take a break…” She sighed and fell back onto the
mattress. “I’m too old for this.”
“Katzchen,”
he mused, smiling to himself as he crawled up onto the bed next to her, “Less
than twenty four hours ago, I saw you take down three men twice your size,
nearly get shot and do martial arts moves I didn’t think had been invented yet,
and you think you’re too old to move a bed?”
He kissed her temple and laid a possessive arm across her stomach. “You’re delusional.”
“I found
another gray hair this morning,” she sighed.
“The kids
are teenagers. You’re bound to find
more soon.”
“Not funny,”
she groused.
Kurt
chuckled under his breath and kissed her jaw, then her earlobe, murmuring, “I’ll
still think you’re sexy, even when you’re so old I’m nothing but a blue blur in
your vision.”
“Oh.”
“You sound
disappointed,” he whispered, nipping at the spot just below her ear.
“Well, you
make it sound like we’ll still be together.
I was planning on trading you in for a newer model once you hit sixty.”
Kurt
sputtered in surprise, her giggle at his reaction exactly the same as when she
was sixteen. “You,” he growled, “are a
little witch, aren’t you?”
“I can be,”
she teased, scooting closer as he claimed her mouth in a kiss. She sighed softly, not feeling too old at
all anymore as Kurt’s hands slipped under her t-shirt and worked under her back
to find the clasp to her bra. “I’m all
sweaty,” she breathed as they broke for air.
“Then a
little more won’t hurt,” he grinned, working the clasp open with a small
flourish of triumph over the evil that was hook and eye closures. She arched her back as he pulled the garment
off, phasing so he could pull her shirt free.
Even after so many years, she
flushed a dark pink as he looked admiringly at her bare flesh, pale and
freckled and pink in interesting places.
His dark blue skin and fur stood in stark contrast to her complexion as
he stroked her skin, kneading her breasts gently before closing his lips over
one turgid, dusky peak. She murmured
her pleasure and tangled her fingers in his hair as his tongue flicked across
the sensitive flesh, drawing on her as she shed her old gym shorts. Kitty started a little as she felt his bare
skin against hers, not having noticed him shed his sweatpants as they
kissed. “Eager much?”
“When aren’t I?” he laughed against
her, moving to kiss her neck again, his fingers parting her petaled flesh[1]
and skimming across the center of her desire, spreading the silken heat on her
delicate folds before readying her passage for him. She moaned softly and raised her hips, her eyes drifting closed
as he pressed into her.
“The kids will be back soon,” she
murmured.
“Want to wait?”
“Not really…” She grinned and opened one eye to look at
him. “We can just do this again later…and
slower…”
Kurt answered her grin with one of
his own and kissed her soundly, his tongue darting out to sample her lower
lip. “As many times as you want…”
“Optimistic in your old age, aren’t
you?” she teased, her words turning into a startled gasp as he grabbed her and
rolled onto his back so she was astride his hips. Without further preamble, she adjusted and slid against him,
guiding him into her warmth with ease born of much practice. Kurt’s sigh reverberated through her and
bore her own forth. The glare of the
overhead light showed every shift of muscle and flesh, every bead of sweat and
expression of pleasure between them as he grasped her hips and urged her to
quicken her pace, raising his own against her.
She groaned and leaned forward, her breasts enticingly close to his
lips, her hard nipples brushing against him as she moved. Kitty felt his fingers tighten on her
rounded hips, encouraging her as he moaned her name. Kitty lost track of time and pace as she felt her release
building and felt him quicken beneath her.
She cried out, biting her lip to stem the flow of words as she climaxed,
heat suffusing her skin and veins as she collapsed against Kurt’s chest, the
rise and fall of his breath making his fur tickle her sensitized skin as he
muffled his own cry of release, filling her and clutching at her, holding her
closer as he reached his end. “I love
you, Fuzzy,” she breathed against him, kissing his collarbone.
“Me, too.” They fell into a slow pattern of idle
stroking and sighs, not sleepy enough to nap but too drained to move.
They both were jarred out of their
lethargy by a sudden bang, the door hitting the foot of the bed. “Mom, Dad, we’re…EEEEEEW!” Lapis slammed the door and looked as his
sister and her boyfriend, his own girlfriend staring at him from across the
hall in her own parents’ doorway.
“What is it, man?” JT asked,
reaching for the doorknob. “Something
wrong in there?”
“No!” Lapis cried,rifirified. “ Don’t
go in there! Ew!”
Lazuli sighed. “Again?
Lapis, learn to knock!”
Kiara rolled her eyes. “Old people
are so gross.”
Lapis nodded, shaken. “I hope I’m never like that! Ew!”
[1] And that one
is for ProPhile.