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What Dreams May Come Chapter Five (NC-17)
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“Isn’t this better?”
“Was? Oh..um…ja…much better!”
Kitty smiled absently as she
whipped the dust cover off the sofa in the boathouse. “We can have some privacy this way…Sometimes this phasing thing
is useful!”
Kurt laughed politely, so nervous
he was seriously considering ting ing up.
Kitty perched on the very edge of the sofa cushion, looking, he noticed,
as nervous as he felt. “Okay,” he
breathed. “Okay…”
“So what’d you want to talk to me
about?”
He had a speech prepared, memorized
over many sleepless hours the night before but with a copy tucked in his hip
pocket just in case. Closing his eyes,
he took a deep breath and launched into the practiced words. “Kitty, you probably know by now that I have
feelings for you…”
“Kurt…”
“…that I care about you very much
and…”
“KURT!”
“Was?” He took a breath, not realizing until just then that he had not
been inhaling.
“We’re friends, right?”
“Ja.”
“I’d feel safe in saying that you’re
one of my best friends, even.”
“Oh?”
“Mmm…” She motioned for him to sit down and slowly, nervously, he did,
his knees drawn up to his chest and his tail thumping the dusty couch in
agitation. “I’m not going to bite!”
Kurt was sure she could see the
blush rising under his fur as he remembered part of his dream involving her
nibbling his ear, his neck… “Um…”
Kitty hoped he could not see how
tense she was. It had taken her the
better part of the afternoon to work up the courage to actually meet him, to
face this, whatever it was, between them.
Either this ends well and we’re together or this ends badly and I
lose one of my best friends… She
tried not to babble as she pressed onward.
“I like you, too, Kurt. A lot.”
“Ja, I know, we’re friends…”
“No, I like you, Fuzzy. A lot.”
“Oh…” He felt as if all the air had left his lungs. “A?” ?”
“A lot,” she confirmed, suddenly
unable to meet his now intense gaze. “I’m
not sure how long now but I do…I mean,” she got to her feet and began pacing
nervously, wringing her hands in agitation as she moved, “it’s like I was
asleep or something, you know? I just…for
the past few days I’ve been thinking a lot about you and it’s like something
make sense now that didn’t before.”
Kurt was silently urging his heart
not to stop from sheer shock, his lungs to keep working. “You’ve been thinking about me?” Oh, if you only knew…
Kitty nodded, almost
miserably. “A lot.” Please don’t ask me what kinds of
thoughts…I might do something stupid and tell you.
“Hm.” Kurt waited until the arc of her pacing took her near the sofa
again and he reached out and grabbed her wrist. “Kitty, you’re making me dizzy.
Sit down, please.”
“Okay,” she muttered, sitting as
far away from him as possible on the small sofa. “You…like me, I like you…does this mean something?”
“I hope so.”
“Oh…good.” She nodded as if to confirm something to
herself. “Good.” Her eyes widened. “Wait—you’re not with Amanda still, are you?”
“Not for some time now. Ah…you and Lance?”
“Ugh.”
“Got it…” Tentatively, he took her hand and pulled her a little closer. “So,
what does this mean?”
Kitty stared at him for what seemed
like an interminable amount of time before she leaned forward ever so
slightly. “I think I’d like to kiss
you.” She did not give him much of a
chance to respond before doing as she said and kissing him, taking of off guard
and ending the embrace before it had even really begun. There was a moment of tense silence before
Kurt pulled her to him, kissing her soundly at first, both of them tentative
and nervous until Kitty sighed, relaxing against him in their awkward
position. Kurt mentally chided himself
for being so forward but did not do anything to stop the deepening of the kiss,
the first cautious dart of her tongue against his lips, the parting of her
mouth under his as somehow they ended up laying against one arm of the sofa,
Kitty beneath him with their legs and arms tangled in an attempt at balance and
closeness. Between the two of them,
Kurt had more experience in matters concerning the physical expression of
affection but both were so nervous such differences were negated. Kitty half-knowingly shifted so that she
could twine her legs around Kurt’s, lifting her hips against his as the kiss
became more heated. Kurt pulled away
suddenly, breaking the kiss with an expression akin to doubt on his
features. “Kurt,” she breathed, “please…”
before pulling him back down for another kiss, this time moaning softly as he
seemed to melt against her. She was
having trouble remembering to breathe, remembering that this was real and not
one of her all-too-heated dreams of the previous nights.
Kurt could not contain the shudder
than ran through his body as Kitty’s hands worked their way under his shirt,
her fingers stroking his back and sides, her breasts rubbing against him as she
breathed… He could scarcely believe
this was really happening, that one minute she was saying she liked him and the
next she was kissing him, letting him kiss her like this and not even making
the slightest protest. He was sure it
was too much to hope for that she might love him as madly as he loved her but
he could not let himself be stricken by doubt, not when Kitty was panting
softly beneath him, trying to catch her breath. He shifted so she could not feel his now-throbbing arousal
against the cradle of her thighs, but she made a moue of displeasure and
shifted herself, realigning so that he could feel her taunting heat through
their mutual layers of clothing. He
tried to form words to tell her this was too fast, too soon, but she closed her
eyes and subtly arched her neck, seemingly offering him the soft skin of her
throat sweeping down to the swell of her breasts. With a low growl that he
could not help, Kurt lowered his mouth to her throat and inhaled slowly, the
scent of her skin and soap and the slight perfume she wore flooding his senses
and imprinting on his memories and fantasies forever. She made a soft whimpering noise and arched against him, her heat
pressing against his need for her. He
nipped her neck sharply, just this side of drawing blood, and was secretly
delighted when she shuddered against him.
He kissed the line of her throat to her shoulder, nibbling the tender
flesh and leaving tiny red marks of possession as she gripped his back, her
nails digging in slightly as she murmured and entreated him for more, please,
yes, there, harder…
Kitty was doing a remarkable job of
blocking out her grandmother’s voice in her head, warning her about cows and
milk.[1] She was too enrapt in the feeling of Kurt’s
fur beneath her hands, the velvet softness of it rubbing against her stomach
where her shirt had ridden up in their grappling. She knew her neck would bear the marks of his kisses but she
honestly did not care. She moved her
hands lower, unconsciously rocking her hips against his, the sharply sweet
sensation of friction against wanting flesh making her gasp and strive for
more. Her fingers found the base of his
tail accidentally, skimming the sensitive area and raking her nails across it
lightly without a second thought. Kurt
froze, his face pressed against her neck.
“What’s wrong?”
“Schwanz[2],”
he managed to get out throatily.
Kitty felt her eyes widen, taking
this statement as a request. Almost
eagerly, she began touching him, stroking the flesh and bone beneath her
fingers, tracing random patterns with her nails and fingertips as she moved
against him again. Kurt made a choked
noise that may have been pleasure or denial before becoming nearly frantic atop
her. He kissed her roughly, making her
taste blood where his fangsrcedrced her lip just enough to make it bleed. She gasped in surprise and pleasure when he
pushed her shirt up, his eyes on her breasts nearly a tangible thing, making
her blush all over as she kneaded the base of his tail. She could feel him hard against her and
found herself tightening her legs around his thighs, trying to hold him even
closer against her. Kurt kissed her
breasts almost reverently then, a clear contrast to the hungry look in his
eyes. The first brush of his lips
against her breasts made her gasp anew, lift her shoulders so he could kiss her
there again. Kurt was treating her as
if she were made of glass all of a sudden, his frantic need gone as he pushed
her bra from the swell of her breasts, fondling her and kissing her as she
mewled softly. She was confused,
wanting this but wanting more, not sure which she would be more content with
just then as Kurt captured one rosy peak between his lips and drew on it, his
tongue darting out to flick across the sensitive flesh. She moaned quietly, her hand wrapping around
his tail and stroking distractedly.
Kurt moaned against her chest, encouraging her wordlessly. Kitty did not need further inducement; she
rose against him as she moved her hand along the length of his tail, gasping
and sighing at the heat building between her thighs, the burning and melting
feeling that seemed to spread through her stomach and limbs, making her heart
race and eyes close as Kurt murmured endearments against her skin. She could feel him move against her, the
hardness of him pressing into her soft core even through their clothes. She could smell the sweat on his skin and
fur and taste the faint mint toothpaste flavor of the kisses he was peppering
her with, seemingly unable to decide on one place. The first curling flare of her release took her by surprise,
making her gasp aloud. “Oh, God, Kurt!”
Kurt could feel her shake against him,
her ministrations to his tail erratic and needful as she moved against him,
murmuring his name like a chant as she begged and moaned and needed him. Her sharp cry of pleasure as she arched
against him one final time, her nails digging painfully into his shoulder as
her other hand slackened on his tail making him hiss in pleasure-pain, unable
to stop pressing against her, wanting, needing the release as much as he needed
and wanted her. It was nothing
like his fantasies of being with her and nothing like being alone and doing
this, and he was faintly embarrassed when he shouted her name against her
shoulder, shaking with his own release.
She murmured his name again, running her fingers down his back as he
regained some composure of breath.
After several minutes, he half sat up and pulled her shirt down over her
exposed breasts and she blushed deeply, sitting up and reaching to adjust her
bra. They could not quite look at each
other for another few minutes, but finally she reached for and grasped his
hand. “So, does this mean you’re my
girlfriend now?”
She laughed. “I think so, yeah.”
Kurt nodded, too serious for the
moment. “I thought so.”
“You did, huh?” She elbowed
him gently in the ribs. “Before you get
all worried and start that Catholic guilt thing, I don’t regret it, won’t
regret it and want to do it again.
Soon.”
Kurt blinked, a little surprised
she knew he was already starting to feel guilty for moving so fast. “But I took advantage of you…didn’t I?”
“I kissed you first, goofball. I took advantage of you, if
anything. And what’s more,” she stood
up and bent to kiss him on the tip of his nose, “I love you and there’s nothing
you can do about it.”
“Was?”
“You heard me.” She glanced at her watch. “Damn it.
We’re late for kitchen duty.
Storm’s gonna kill us!”
Kurt stared at her for a
moment. “Has anyone ever told you that
you’re hyper?”
“Once or twice,” she shrugged. Slyly, she glanced at him and said, “The
polite thing to do, when someone says they love you, is to say ‘I love you, too’.”
“I love you, too,” he replied
obediently, his heart thumping hard in his chest.
“Hmmm…”
“Was?”
“Wondering if I should believe you
or not…”
“Katzchen!” he protested, not
catching on that she was joking until a second too late.
“Tell you what,” she proposed,
pulling him towards the door, “I’ll sleep on it and decide whether or not I
believe you tonight.”
“Dream of me then?”
“We’ll see…”
[1] A saying
popular among grandmothers and mothers everywhere, warning against being
easy. “Men won’t buy the cow if they
can get the milk for free.” My
grandmother never did appreciate the laughing that phrase engendered.
[2] Tail, but
also slang for something else…*ahem *
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“Isn’t this better?”
“Was? Oh..um…ja…much better!”
Kitty smiled absently as she
whipped the dust cover off the sofa in the boathouse. “We can have some privacy this way…Sometimes this phasing thing
is useful!”
Kurt laughed politely, so nervous
he was seriously considering ting ing up.
Kitty perched on the very edge of the sofa cushion, looking, he noticed,
as nervous as he felt. “Okay,” he
breathed. “Okay…”
“So what’d you want to talk to me
about?”
He had a speech prepared, memorized
over many sleepless hours the night before but with a copy tucked in his hip
pocket just in case. Closing his eyes,
he took a deep breath and launched into the practiced words. “Kitty, you probably know by now that I have
feelings for you…”
“Kurt…”
“…that I care about you very much
and…”
“KURT!”
“Was?” He took a breath, not realizing until just then that he had not
been inhaling.
“We’re friends, right?”
“Ja.”
“I’d feel safe in saying that you’re
one of my best friends, even.”
“Oh?”
“Mmm…” She motioned for him to sit down and slowly, nervously, he did,
his knees drawn up to his chest and his tail thumping the dusty couch in
agitation. “I’m not going to bite!”
Kurt was sure she could see the
blush rising under his fur as he remembered part of his dream involving her
nibbling his ear, his neck… “Um…”
Kitty hoped he could not see how
tense she was. It had taken her the
better part of the afternoon to work up the courage to actually meet him, to
face this, whatever it was, between them.
Either this ends well and we’re together or this ends badly and I
lose one of my best friends… She
tried not to babble as she pressed onward.
“I like you, too, Kurt. A lot.”
“Ja, I know, we’re friends…”
“No, I like you, Fuzzy. A lot.”
“Oh…” He felt as if all the air had left his lungs. “A?” ?”
“A lot,” she confirmed, suddenly
unable to meet his now intense gaze. “I’m
not sure how long now but I do…I mean,” she got to her feet and began pacing
nervously, wringing her hands in agitation as she moved, “it’s like I was
asleep or something, you know? I just…for
the past few days I’ve been thinking a lot about you and it’s like something
make sense now that didn’t before.”
Kurt was silently urging his heart
not to stop from sheer shock, his lungs to keep working. “You’ve been thinking about me?” Oh, if you only knew…
Kitty nodded, almost
miserably. “A lot.” Please don’t ask me what kinds of
thoughts…I might do something stupid and tell you.
“Hm.” Kurt waited until the arc of her pacing took her near the sofa
again and he reached out and grabbed her wrist. “Kitty, you’re making me dizzy.
Sit down, please.”
“Okay,” she muttered, sitting as
far away from him as possible on the small sofa. “You…like me, I like you…does this mean something?”
“I hope so.”
“Oh…good.” She nodded as if to confirm something to
herself. “Good.” Her eyes widened. “Wait—you’re not with Amanda still, are you?”
“Not for some time now. Ah…you and Lance?”
“Ugh.”
“Got it…” Tentatively, he took her hand and pulled her a little closer. “So,
what does this mean?”
Kitty stared at him for what seemed
like an interminable amount of time before she leaned forward ever so
slightly. “I think I’d like to kiss
you.” She did not give him much of a
chance to respond before doing as she said and kissing him, taking of off guard
and ending the embrace before it had even really begun. There was a moment of tense silence before
Kurt pulled her to him, kissing her soundly at first, both of them tentative
and nervous until Kitty sighed, relaxing against him in their awkward
position. Kurt mentally chided himself
for being so forward but did not do anything to stop the deepening of the kiss,
the first cautious dart of her tongue against his lips, the parting of her
mouth under his as somehow they ended up laying against one arm of the sofa,
Kitty beneath him with their legs and arms tangled in an attempt at balance and
closeness. Between the two of them,
Kurt had more experience in matters concerning the physical expression of
affection but both were so nervous such differences were negated. Kitty half-knowingly shifted so that she
could twine her legs around Kurt’s, lifting her hips against his as the kiss
became more heated. Kurt pulled away
suddenly, breaking the kiss with an expression akin to doubt on his
features. “Kurt,” she breathed, “please…”
before pulling him back down for another kiss, this time moaning softly as he
seemed to melt against her. She was
having trouble remembering to breathe, remembering that this was real and not
one of her all-too-heated dreams of the previous nights.
Kurt could not contain the shudder
than ran through his body as Kitty’s hands worked their way under his shirt,
her fingers stroking his back and sides, her breasts rubbing against him as she
breathed… He could scarcely believe
this was really happening, that one minute she was saying she liked him and the
next she was kissing him, letting him kiss her like this and not even making
the slightest protest. He was sure it
was too much to hope for that she might love him as madly as he loved her but
he could not let himself be stricken by doubt, not when Kitty was panting
softly beneath him, trying to catch her breath. He shifted so she could not feel his now-throbbing arousal
against the cradle of her thighs, but she made a moue of displeasure and
shifted herself, realigning so that he could feel her taunting heat through
their mutual layers of clothing. He
tried to form words to tell her this was too fast, too soon, but she closed her
eyes and subtly arched her neck, seemingly offering him the soft skin of her
throat sweeping down to the swell of her breasts. With a low growl that he
could not help, Kurt lowered his mouth to her throat and inhaled slowly, the
scent of her skin and soap and the slight perfume she wore flooding his senses
and imprinting on his memories and fantasies forever. She made a soft whimpering noise and arched against him, her heat
pressing against his need for her. He
nipped her neck sharply, just this side of drawing blood, and was secretly
delighted when she shuddered against him.
He kissed the line of her throat to her shoulder, nibbling the tender
flesh and leaving tiny red marks of possession as she gripped his back, her
nails digging in slightly as she murmured and entreated him for more, please,
yes, there, harder…
Kitty was doing a remarkable job of
blocking out her grandmother’s voice in her head, warning her about cows and
milk.[1] She was too enrapt in the feeling of Kurt’s
fur beneath her hands, the velvet softness of it rubbing against her stomach
where her shirt had ridden up in their grappling. She knew her neck would bear the marks of his kisses but she
honestly did not care. She moved her
hands lower, unconsciously rocking her hips against his, the sharply sweet
sensation of friction against wanting flesh making her gasp and strive for
more. Her fingers found the base of his
tail accidentally, skimming the sensitive area and raking her nails across it
lightly without a second thought. Kurt
froze, his face pressed against her neck.
“What’s wrong?”
“Schwanz[2],”
he managed to get out throatily.
Kitty felt her eyes widen, taking
this statement as a request. Almost
eagerly, she began touching him, stroking the flesh and bone beneath her
fingers, tracing random patterns with her nails and fingertips as she moved
against him again. Kurt made a choked
noise that may have been pleasure or denial before becoming nearly frantic atop
her. He kissed her roughly, making her
taste blood where his fangsrcedrced her lip just enough to make it bleed. She gasped in surprise and pleasure when he
pushed her shirt up, his eyes on her breasts nearly a tangible thing, making
her blush all over as she kneaded the base of his tail. She could feel him hard against her and
found herself tightening her legs around his thighs, trying to hold him even
closer against her. Kurt kissed her
breasts almost reverently then, a clear contrast to the hungry look in his
eyes. The first brush of his lips
against her breasts made her gasp anew, lift her shoulders so he could kiss her
there again. Kurt was treating her as
if she were made of glass all of a sudden, his frantic need gone as he pushed
her bra from the swell of her breasts, fondling her and kissing her as she
mewled softly. She was confused,
wanting this but wanting more, not sure which she would be more content with
just then as Kurt captured one rosy peak between his lips and drew on it, his
tongue darting out to flick across the sensitive flesh. She moaned quietly, her hand wrapping around
his tail and stroking distractedly.
Kurt moaned against her chest, encouraging her wordlessly. Kitty did not need further inducement; she
rose against him as she moved her hand along the length of his tail, gasping
and sighing at the heat building between her thighs, the burning and melting
feeling that seemed to spread through her stomach and limbs, making her heart
race and eyes close as Kurt murmured endearments against her skin. She could feel him move against her, the
hardness of him pressing into her soft core even through their clothes. She could smell the sweat on his skin and
fur and taste the faint mint toothpaste flavor of the kisses he was peppering
her with, seemingly unable to decide on one place. The first curling flare of her release took her by surprise,
making her gasp aloud. “Oh, God, Kurt!”
Kurt could feel her shake against him,
her ministrations to his tail erratic and needful as she moved against him,
murmuring his name like a chant as she begged and moaned and needed him. Her sharp cry of pleasure as she arched
against him one final time, her nails digging painfully into his shoulder as
her other hand slackened on his tail making him hiss in pleasure-pain, unable
to stop pressing against her, wanting, needing the release as much as he needed
and wanted her. It was nothing
like his fantasies of being with her and nothing like being alone and doing
this, and he was faintly embarrassed when he shouted her name against her
shoulder, shaking with his own release.
She murmured his name again, running her fingers down his back as he
regained some composure of breath.
After several minutes, he half sat up and pulled her shirt down over her
exposed breasts and she blushed deeply, sitting up and reaching to adjust her
bra. They could not quite look at each
other for another few minutes, but finally she reached for and grasped his
hand. “So, does this mean you’re my
girlfriend now?”
She laughed. “I think so, yeah.”
Kurt nodded, too serious for the
moment. “I thought so.”
“You did, huh?” She elbowed
him gently in the ribs. “Before you get
all worried and start that Catholic guilt thing, I don’t regret it, won’t
regret it and want to do it again.
Soon.”
Kurt blinked, a little surprised
she knew he was already starting to feel guilty for moving so fast. “But I took advantage of you…didn’t I?”
“I kissed you first, goofball. I took advantage of you, if
anything. And what’s more,” she stood
up and bent to kiss him on the tip of his nose, “I love you and there’s nothing
you can do about it.”
“Was?”
“You heard me.” She glanced at her watch. “Damn it.
We’re late for kitchen duty.
Storm’s gonna kill us!”
Kurt stared at her for a
moment. “Has anyone ever told you that
you’re hyper?”
“Once or twice,” she shrugged. Slyly, she glanced at him and said, “The
polite thing to do, when someone says they love you, is to say ‘I love you, too’.”
“I love you, too,” he replied
obediently, his heart thumping hard in his chest.
“Hmmm…”
“Was?”
“Wondering if I should believe you
or not…”
“Katzchen!” he protested, not
catching on that she was joking until a second too late.
“Tell you what,” she proposed,
pulling him towards the door, “I’ll sleep on it and decide whether or not I
believe you tonight.”
“Dream of me then?”
“We’ll see…”
[1] A saying
popular among grandmothers and mothers everywhere, warning against being
easy. “Men won’t buy the cow if they
can get the milk for free.” My
grandmother never did appreciate the laughing that phrase engendered.
[2] Tail, but
also slang for something else…*ahem *