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What Dreams May Come Chapter Four (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta, my menagerie is
hiding under the bed…did Fiametta or Joris scare them? ProPhile is a groovy little smutmuse who
pointed out too much technicality isn’t sexy.
J Readers/Reviewers: I’m slow. I just realized the double entendre of the
title. My own story, too…*sigh *
He had
never seen her bare flesh outside of what showed when she dressed for school,
but he knew exactly what she looked like naked. He could picture every curve and slope and dip and swell of her
body, complete with the perfect imperfections of freckles and scars and
birthmarks that made her beautiful to him.
He was nearly sick with nervousness after slipping the note to her
during class and bolted as soon as the period ended, giving rise to much
amusement with Jean and Amara, among others.
He could not face seeing her in class so he ran. He wended thr the the school and to the
fresh air of the early afternoon, abandoning his books where he could find them
later. Kurt scarcely knew where he was
going until he found himself behind the boathouse, exactly where he asked her
to meet him. If I were in a better
mood, I’d appreciate the irony… He
sank to the ground in a cool shadow, tucking his tail around his bent legs,
burying his face in the velvet downiness of his hands. I can’t do this…I’m going to
hyperventilate or something…I’ll pounce on her or blurt it out or…Mein Gott,
what if I get…neinneinneinnein… The
very thought of being aroused in Kitty’s presence, while wonderful in fantasy,
was mortifying in possible reality. It
would be impossible to hide without a sofa to stand behind, books to hold,
people to distract him…Why did I ditch my books? Stupid Kurt! He took
several deep breaths to calm himself, striving to keep from running away and
letting Kitty wonder why he stood her up.
After a few minutes, the tension in his spine and arms begin to flow
away, his tail relaxed and his legs flopped outward as he fell into a light
doze, the result of staying up all night worrying about how to approach
Kitty.
“Am I that
late?” she asked, thrown into shadow by the sun’s lower position.
“What time
is it?” he asked groggily, stretching his arms and opening his mouth in an
ear-popping yawn.
“Half past
three. I got here as soon as I could…”
Kitty sank to her knees next to him, facing him. “I had to stay and discuss my biology paper…sorry it took so
long.”
Kurt
snapped awake. “It’s okay,” he
breathed, sitting up hurriedly and trying to straighten his appearance without
drawing attention to what he was doing.
“I…I…”
“Yes?” she asked, smiling
faintly.
He gulped,
noticing a constellation of freckles across the bridge of her nthatthat he desperately
wanted to kiss for some reason. “It’s
just…”
“Just what?”
she asked, leaning forward.
Kurt felt
the first stirrings of his dreaded arousal as her breasts jiggled slightly with
her movements. He could see the very
first hint of their curve under her thin sweater, a peek of skin through the
holes in the knitted material. “I
wanted…” you.
“What did
you want?” Her breath was becoming
shorter, her voice softer as she looked at him. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips and Kurt barely managed to
stifle a groan at the images that made flash through his mind. Kitty scooted closer and he felt trapped,
his back against the wooden planks of the house and she before him. “I think I know what you want.”
“Oh?” He cleared his throat and tried again, this
time without the break. “Oh?”
“Mmmmhmmmm.” She leaned even closer, her scent teasing
his senses as she whispered, “I think you want the same thing I do. I’ve dreamed of it…I’ve wanted it for a
while now. I just didn’t know how to
tell you. I mean, I didn’t even realize
I felt more for you than friendship until a few days ago, when I had the first
dream.” Her breath tickled him,
ruffling his fur as she spoke rapidly, pacifically. “That’s a lie…I’ve had dreams of you before, you know. But I was scared. I thought I loved someone else.
I wanted what was right in front of me and never realized it until
recently.”
Kurt gulped
hard and nearly squeaked in surprise as she laid her hand against his chest and
kissed him, her sof soft and warm against his. After a second’s delay, he kissed her back, tentatively touching
her arms, his fingers fluttering to her back, her neck, her hair as she parted
her lips against his, her tongue warm and inviting as she tasted the fullness
of his lower lip. Kurt did groan then,
softly in the back of his throat as she moved closer, straddling him from
necessity, trying to stay balanced against him, her breasts soft and
tantalizing as they rubbed against his chest.
Kurt found his hands resting on her hips, which were, he realized with a
mixture of horror and excitement, rocking slightly against him, barely brushing
the tell-tale swelling of his arousal, confined by his now too-tight
jeans. Unbidden, he pulled her more
tightly against him, pushing against her as she was against him. Somehow, they ended up with him on the
ground, flat on his back, and Kitty above him, her kisses frantic and deep, her
tiny mewls and gasps of pleasure as he touched her over her clothes, pressed
against her hot center, making him want to do things he knew should be kept
behind closed doors or at least in more private locations than overlooking the
lake behind the boathouse. But her
breath on his skin as she slid down his body, pushing his shirt up to expose
his stomach and drop kisses and sharp nips in erratic patterns, made him shiver
and groan, forgetting most of his propriety.
He wanted to see her, desperately, but they had not even had a proper
conversation about their feelings yet, where things stood. Kurt found hirebrrebrain sorely overridden
by his more base instincts as Kitty unfastened the button on his jeans and
teased his zipper down carefully. “Katzchen,”
he panted. “Nein…”
“I want to…please…”
She looked up at him with eyes darkened by lust and something else entirely,
something that made his heart pound in a way that mere lust could not.
He could not form a coherent
response so he closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the ground as
she closed her lips over him, her tongue darting out to taste the fluid seeping
from his arousal. He gasped and arched
his hips as she took more of him into her warm, waiting mouth, her tongue
running down his length as she drew on him, her hand clasping him and squeezing
as she moved over him. He felt like he
was going to fly apart with all the sensations coursing through his body,
ranging from pained pleasure to warm lethargy.
Something started niggling at the back of his mind, though, something
demanding his attention.
“Kurt…”
“Ja, meine Liebe?”
“Am I late?”
“Was?” He had a crashing, sickening moment of reality. Opening his eyes, Kurt stared up at Kitty,
thrown into shadow by the lowering position of the sun in the sky. “Oh, nein…”
a/n next chapter is last chapter…no
more dreams, just reality. Maybe. ;)
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta, my menagerie is
hiding under the bed…did Fiametta or Joris scare them? ProPhile is a groovy little smutmuse who
pointed out too much technicality isn’t sexy.
J Readers/Reviewers: I’m slow. I just realized the double entendre of the
title. My own story, too…*sigh *
He had
never seen her bare flesh outside of what showed when she dressed for school,
but he knew exactly what she looked like naked. He could picture every curve and slope and dip and swell of her
body, complete with the perfect imperfections of freckles and scars and
birthmarks that made her beautiful to him.
He was nearly sick with nervousness after slipping the note to her
during class and bolted as soon as the period ended, giving rise to much
amusement with Jean and Amara, among others.
He could not face seeing her in class so he ran. He wended thr the the school and to the
fresh air of the early afternoon, abandoning his books where he could find them
later. Kurt scarcely knew where he was
going until he found himself behind the boathouse, exactly where he asked her
to meet him. If I were in a better
mood, I’d appreciate the irony… He
sank to the ground in a cool shadow, tucking his tail around his bent legs,
burying his face in the velvet downiness of his hands. I can’t do this…I’m going to
hyperventilate or something…I’ll pounce on her or blurt it out or…Mein Gott,
what if I get…neinneinneinnein… The
very thought of being aroused in Kitty’s presence, while wonderful in fantasy,
was mortifying in possible reality. It
would be impossible to hide without a sofa to stand behind, books to hold,
people to distract him…Why did I ditch my books? Stupid Kurt! He took
several deep breaths to calm himself, striving to keep from running away and
letting Kitty wonder why he stood her up.
After a few minutes, the tension in his spine and arms begin to flow
away, his tail relaxed and his legs flopped outward as he fell into a light
doze, the result of staying up all night worrying about how to approach
Kitty.
“Am I that
late?” she asked, thrown into shadow by the sun’s lower position.
“What time
is it?” he asked groggily, stretching his arms and opening his mouth in an
ear-popping yawn.
“Half past
three. I got here as soon as I could…”
Kitty sank to her knees next to him, facing him. “I had to stay and discuss my biology paper…sorry it took so
long.”
Kurt
snapped awake. “It’s okay,” he
breathed, sitting up hurriedly and trying to straighten his appearance without
drawing attention to what he was doing.
“I…I…”
“Yes?” she asked, smiling
faintly.
He gulped,
noticing a constellation of freckles across the bridge of her nthatthat he desperately
wanted to kiss for some reason. “It’s
just…”
“Just what?”
she asked, leaning forward.
Kurt felt
the first stirrings of his dreaded arousal as her breasts jiggled slightly with
her movements. He could see the very
first hint of their curve under her thin sweater, a peek of skin through the
holes in the knitted material. “I
wanted…” you.
“What did
you want?” Her breath was becoming
shorter, her voice softer as she looked at him. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips and Kurt barely managed to
stifle a groan at the images that made flash through his mind. Kitty scooted closer and he felt trapped,
his back against the wooden planks of the house and she before him. “I think I know what you want.”
“Oh?” He cleared his throat and tried again, this
time without the break. “Oh?”
“Mmmmhmmmm.” She leaned even closer, her scent teasing
his senses as she whispered, “I think you want the same thing I do. I’ve dreamed of it…I’ve wanted it for a
while now. I just didn’t know how to
tell you. I mean, I didn’t even realize
I felt more for you than friendship until a few days ago, when I had the first
dream.” Her breath tickled him,
ruffling his fur as she spoke rapidly, pacifically. “That’s a lie…I’ve had dreams of you before, you know. But I was scared. I thought I loved someone else.
I wanted what was right in front of me and never realized it until
recently.”
Kurt gulped
hard and nearly squeaked in surprise as she laid her hand against his chest and
kissed him, her sof soft and warm against his. After a second’s delay, he kissed her back, tentatively touching
her arms, his fingers fluttering to her back, her neck, her hair as she parted
her lips against his, her tongue warm and inviting as she tasted the fullness
of his lower lip. Kurt did groan then,
softly in the back of his throat as she moved closer, straddling him from
necessity, trying to stay balanced against him, her breasts soft and
tantalizing as they rubbed against his chest.
Kurt found his hands resting on her hips, which were, he realized with a
mixture of horror and excitement, rocking slightly against him, barely brushing
the tell-tale swelling of his arousal, confined by his now too-tight
jeans. Unbidden, he pulled her more
tightly against him, pushing against her as she was against him. Somehow, they ended up with him on the
ground, flat on his back, and Kitty above him, her kisses frantic and deep, her
tiny mewls and gasps of pleasure as he touched her over her clothes, pressed
against her hot center, making him want to do things he knew should be kept
behind closed doors or at least in more private locations than overlooking the
lake behind the boathouse. But her
breath on his skin as she slid down his body, pushing his shirt up to expose
his stomach and drop kisses and sharp nips in erratic patterns, made him shiver
and groan, forgetting most of his propriety.
He wanted to see her, desperately, but they had not even had a proper
conversation about their feelings yet, where things stood. Kurt found hirebrrebrain sorely overridden
by his more base instincts as Kitty unfastened the button on his jeans and
teased his zipper down carefully. “Katzchen,”
he panted. “Nein…”
“I want to…please…”
She looked up at him with eyes darkened by lust and something else entirely,
something that made his heart pound in a way that mere lust could not.
He could not form a coherent
response so he closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the ground as
she closed her lips over him, her tongue darting out to taste the fluid seeping
from his arousal. He gasped and arched
his hips as she took more of him into her warm, waiting mouth, her tongue
running down his length as she drew on him, her hand clasping him and squeezing
as she moved over him. He felt like he
was going to fly apart with all the sensations coursing through his body,
ranging from pained pleasure to warm lethargy.
Something started niggling at the back of his mind, though, something
demanding his attention.
“Kurt…”
“Ja, meine Liebe?”
“Am I late?”
“Was?” He had a crashing, sickening moment of reality. Opening his eyes, Kurt stared up at Kitty,
thrown into shadow by the lowering position of the sun in the sky. “Oh, nein…”
a/n next chapter is last chapter…no
more dreams, just reality. Maybe. ;)