Valentine's Day

Kurt’s heart was racing so quickly he feared he’d have a heart attack right outside her door. Confused thoughts crashed around inside his head, and he swayed slightly where he stood and put a hand out to steady himself. One thought kept surfacing in his mind.

‘Is zhis real?’

She’d called out his name. His name! What did this mean? What should he do? His body knew what it wanted to do, but... He was pulled out his thoughts when Kitty rose, somewhat shakily, from the water and bent to pull the drain out. She wrapped a large blue towel around her and stepped out of the tub. Some of her curls had fallen from the clip and clung damply to her neck and back. For all the world she looked like one of the naiades, a mythological water sprite, to him. And she was walking straight towards him—well, towards the door, actually.

He sidestepped so quickly a candle flickered out in his passaging, and safely hidden once more in the shadows on the ceiling, he watched as she prepared herself for bed.

‘Vhat a pervert I haf become,’ he thought wistfully looking down at her as she retrieved her night gown. She turned around and the towel dropped. He teetered precariously on his perch as he drank in the vision of her. He couldn’t take his eyes off the small patch of damp curls below her rounded tummy, and he watched, enraptured, by the rise of her breasts as she raised her arms to don the nightgown and licked his lips as the silk slipped over her curves just the way he had imagined. She moved to her vanity and sat, staring at herself in the mirror. The expression on her face puzzled him, though he’d seen it once before...right before he had smashed all the mirrors in his own room. Surely she didn’t think she was ugly like him? He watched as she put her head down and covered it with her arms. After a moment her shoulders began to shake. She sniffed a few times, then stilled.

“Oh Kurt, why can’t you just be here?” she whispered.

He could stand it no longer and dropped nimbly to the ground and stepped behind her. His hands went immediately to the smooth skin of her shoulders and bent next to her ear.

“Oh, but I am here, my lovely,” he breathed then lowered his lips to her neck.

Terrified, Kitty squeaked and leaped to her feet, but halted when she saw it was him. Hastily she wiped the water from her cheeks. “Kurt? What are you doing here? It’s so late–“ whatever she was about to say faded as she chocked and looked down at his body. She turned bright pink from the roots of her hair to the top of her breasts that were visible from the low neckline of the gown. Quickly she turned away from him.

“Oh my God! How did you, like, get in here! And where are your clothes, for god’s sake?” she babbled, then stiffened as she felt his lips on her shoulder once more. His arms snaked around her waist to rest on her abdomen, and she felt his tail gently wrap around her ankle. She didn’t resist when he pulled her up against him. “This isn’t real...this can’t be real,” she whispered. “I’m dreaming again, aren’t I?”

He brushed his lips against her ear and blew his warm breath on her as he whispered, “No, zhis is no dream, mein Liebchen.”

She shivered deliciously against him, then turned to face him. His eyes searched hers for any signs of fear or worse disgust at what she saw. Her eyes had that glassy look though, and deep down he knew he would never see those awful things in her eyes. He waited to see what she would do.

Slowly she reached up to cup his face in her hand and his glowing amber eyes slid shut as he leaned into her hand. She felt the soft downy fur along his jaw and down his neck to his shoulder. Amazement shown in her eyes.

“You’re, like...velvet,” she whispered as her eyes roamed down his body till she found his...her eyes widened. “Oh my God, you’re, like, huge.”

He blushed and reached up to touch her hair. She stopped him, and he looked down at her small form warily. Instead, she reached and pulled the clip from her hair and watched his reaction as the curls fell around her face and shoulders.

He wound a strand around his finger, feeling its softness and stretching it just to watch it bounce back into place. Roughly he crushed her against him and buried his face in her hair, inhaling deeply and tangling his hand in the golden mass. He wanted to just hold her like this forever, then he became conscious of her tiny hands exploring his body. She ran her nails down the fur of his muscled back and snickered as he shivered against her. Trailing lower still, she followed the flat planes of his backside until her first furtive touch found his tail.

Kitty marveled at how smooth he really was. She was feeling a bit overwhelmed by his presence. Rather than thinking about the how and why, she instead focused only on the guy holding her. How often had she dreamed of being held this way? Too many to count. And it was real, he was real. So real. Feeling slightly evil, she suddenly gripped his tail, and ground her hips up against his. She was rewarded for her behavior by a growl from her hair. Again she rubbed him, then set a rhythmic pattern of rubbing up against his hard length.

Kurt was lost for a moment, simply dying over and over again as she griped his tail and moved so torturously against him. He was so hard it was painful. God, he wanted her so bad. His fangs scraped against her throat, and her other arm came up to tangle in his ebony locks.

He burned a trail of kisses down her face and neck and growled deep in his chest, but still she continued to move against him, pushing him further and further over the edge. His hands fell from her hair and he latched onto her hips to keep her still.

“You push too quickly, Katzchen,” he purred, nibbling his way down to her breasts. Her head tilted back as he suckled her through the silk.

“Oh God,” she breathed. “Don’t stop!”

He massaged her other breast with his thumb, then switched sides. Her knees trembled, but he held her from falling. Kneeling, he ran his hands up and down her calves, then up her thighs to raise the thin material from the other curls he so loved. He placed a kiss on her abdomen, and smiled as he heard her gasp, then moved lower still. He could smell her desire, and his tongue darted out to taste her. She arched her back and dug her nail into his scalp. Her knees trembled and she swayed.

He pulled away, and reached to bring her to the floor. He loomed up over her. Curls spilled like a halo around her head, and her sapphire eyes were dark and glassy with desire. He bent and nibbled her bottom lip, and she latched onto him, pressing her lips greedily against his. Her tongue delved between his lips, demanding entree, which he complied. She sucked at his fangs, and their tongues did battled, mimicking the act they both burned to begin. She could feel his hardness pressed against her hip, and reached down to grip him.

His eyes squeezed shut as she ran her hand up and down his length. He moaned and sucked at her collarbone, scraping his fangs against it and tracing it with his tongue.

“Kurt, please,” she panted. “Please. . .”

His hand captured hers and pulled it above her head and held it there. He pulled her hand from his member and placed it with the other above her head.

She felt deliciously vulnerable like this. Arching her back she rubbed her hardened nipples against his and began grinding her hips once more. She stopped when she felt his fingers at her opening. He nudged her legs further apart with his knees, then pushed one digit inside her. She called out his name shamelessly and rocked with his finger as he moved it in and out of her. She nearly cried when he pulled away from her, but stopped when she looked up at him.

“I have no...,” he motioned with his hands at his lower half.

Realization dawned on her and she laughed in spite of herself. “Over there on the shelf, in Rogue’s jewelry box.”

Jumping up nimbly, he retrieved the condom and was back at her side in a flash, picking where he left off until she was once again writhing under him. She practically purred, until she felt the tip of him at her entrance. He looked down into her eyes. Waiting for her disapproval.

Instead she arched up to take him inside. He exhaled as he entered her slowly, waiting for her to adjust to take all of him in.

She nearly screamed in ecstasy. There was so much of him! He just kept filling her until there was no more room.

“You’re so tight,” he groaned as he waited for her muscles to accommodate him and for her to move first. Then she did, and his abdominal muscles tightened so much it felt like they would explode. She rocked him from below and he pulled out partially before slamming into her again, knocking her back to the floor. His grip on her wrists tightened, and she panted along with him. He pulled out all the way and slammed into her again, and this time she cried out.

Kitty was drowning, dying, exploding. She wanted it to never end, but by the sheer size of him alone she knew she wouldn’t last long. God, had she known he was capable of this she would have jumped him the first night they’d been left by themselves.

He was going slow for her sake, straining and grunting as he held back. This was the sweetest torture imaginable.

“Oh, god!” she cried, feeling something getting closer. “God, Kurt, faster!”

He obliged, being the gentleman he was, and was slamming into her so hard now her teeth were surely rattling. He was burning up from the inside, and he frantically tried to think of something, anything except the writhing angel below him for fear he would explode before she did. He rode her, fighting and straining to his utmost ability to contain his release. Agony burned within him and his abdominal muscles clenched and twisted. His body broke out in a sweat. He freed one of her hands to place his own beside her and brace himself.

She moaned and cried then finally, blessedly, she came. She cried out sharply, her body racked with ecstatic spasms that gripped her into a fiery, primitive release. Her toes curled and her back arched so far off the ground he feared she’d snap her spine. It was like lightning was being ripped from her stomach, and she was blinded by it momentarily.

Kurt quickened his pace, driving into her now more roughly and deeply, and she knew he was not far behind. He cursed and growled. Sweat trickled down his forehead and chest in rivulets. She griped his tail tightly once again and began pumping a rhythm, and her lips sought and found his ear lobe to suckle. That, combined with all the other pleasure he was feeling, finally made him cry out.

Bit by agonizing bit, his control shredded, exploding violently. He arched into her hard and froze for an instant, then thrust into her again and again and remained that way until his strength left and he slumped down next to Kitty.

Their panting breath mingled, and he cracked one yellow eye open to look at her. It was several moments before feeling returned to him, and he reached out tentatively to wrap an arm around her waist, noticing that his tail was already firmly anchored around her knee. He was still inside her, and he had no intention of ever being otherwise, and pulled her into the circle of his arms and chest, needing to feel her to make sure this was indeed real. Still she did not respond.

He bent and placed small kisses to her damp temple and whispered, “You are so beautiful, mein engel.” He pulled her closer and buried his chin in her curls.

Finally he felt her stir. Her eye lashes tickled his chest as she blinked. He waited, tense, for her next move–fearing she’d pull away after she realized what he’d done.

“Who are you. . .” she asked groggily. His eyes snapped open and his mind ran in panicky circles. Then he relaxed when he saw her lazy smile. “And what have you done with Kurt?”

His warm chest rumbled against her cheek as he shook with silent laughter. She decided to voice her earlier opinion.

“If I had known you were, like, capable of something like this, I would have jumped you ages ago.”

The laughter stopped and his grip on her tightened as he rolled over, bringing her to lie atop him. She raised her head to look down into his face. Fire burned behind the two golden orbs regarding her, and she smiled wickedly as her hands took on a mind of their own. She’d always wondered what he looked like under those baggy clothes. What his fur felt like, what his devilish tail would feel like in her hands. Finally she could indulge herself.

She raised herself into a sitting position, her knees going to the sides of his hips and straddling their connection. His strong, calloused hands slid deliciously down her sides to rest at her hips, and she shivered in response.

Beginning with his ebony locks, she smoothed her way down, brushing lightly over his pointy ears and lingering at the prickly softness of his cheeks. He leaned into her touch and kissed her palm, his eyes half-mast as he relaxed under her ministrations. He looked so damn sexy, lying there, head tilted back with a cheesy, self-satisfied Cheshire grin plastered across his face. She’d have to rectify that.

She smirked, then leaned down and bit his nipple. He jumped in surprise, then moaned as she began to suckle. Within her she felt him hardening and paused at the sensation.

“What a fine Valentine’s gift Cupid has brought me,” she thought before taking control of her delicious predicament.