House of Wax

House of Wax

by
Libby Edwards

Author's Note: One of the pair of challenge fics I wrote for Minarya, the idea was to write a short Kurt/Ororo smutfic featuring any three items from a list she gave me. I chose the batteries, the remote control, and the ponytail holder. ;-)

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"Found them." Kurt rounded the end of the bed, tossing up a pair of AA batteries with a flourish, then deftly snatching them from the air. "Two batteries, meine Liebe. Suitable for remote controls, toy racecars --" He paused for a wicked grin. "-- and anything else your heart desires, ja?"

Ororo gave him a mock-glare over one shoulder. They were in Kurt's bedroom, watching old movies late into the night as was their usual habit on weekends - or at least since the last time they had almost been caught in flagrante delicto by a student wandering the halls after curfew. Ororo had announced that if Kurt insisted on allowing his hands (and other appendages) to wander every time they watched movies together, then he would simply have to get a television for his room - and Kurt, being the determined gentleman that he was, had gladly agreed.

After all ... if it meant more time alone with Ororo, who was he to argue?

"Your batteries, Schönheit," Kurt murmured, depositing the twin cylinders in Ororo's open palm - then he slid back on the bed with all the grace of a cat, settling himself on his side with his legs pressed against hers. Ororo was lying on her stomach, her head and arms propped on one of Kurt's pillows as she watched Vincent Price in House of Wax - but at the moment, her attention was on Kurt, and the way he traced a lazy finger up her bare arm and over the smooth curve of her shoulder. She was wearing the peignoir of rose-colored silk he had given her for Christmas - sans the matching robe, of course - and Kurt couldn't have been more delighted.

Ororo lifted an elegant brow, an amused smile playing about her lips. "Are you not going to watch this?" she asked teasingly, taking her eyes from him long enough to snap the new batteries into the back of the remote. "I thought this was a one of your favorite movies."

"What movie?" he whispered, leaning in to drop a kiss on her shoulder.

"The one on the television."

"I've seen it." Kurt's hand slid up to cradle the back of her neck, fingers brushing the tendrils of hair that had slipped free of her ponytail band. Raising himself on his elbow, he leaned close to kiss her lips, lingering there for just a moment - then Ororo gave a pleased sort of sigh, her lips parting gently beneath his. He kissed her deeply, his fingers caressing her neck, her shoulder, trailing lightly down the length of her spine - then his hand slid over the curve of her ass, squeezing gently and startling Ororo into a soft laugh.

"Might I remind you, Herr Wagner," she murmured, stressing the 'Herr' just enough to tease, "that it was your idea to watch movies tonight, not mine."

"Ach, then I confess, Liebchen ... " Kurt's hand roamed lightly over her buttock, reaching the far side of her body and stroking his fingers over the silk-clad softness of her hip. "My suggestion to watch movies tonight ... " He leaned close again, this time making Ororo giggle when his teeth nipped hungrily at her ear. " ... was nothing more than a wicked ploy to get you in my bedroom."

She giggled again. "Why am I not surprised?"

"Because you know me all too well?"

"I thought you loved Vincent Price ... "

"Herr Price doesn't hold a candle to this." Hooking a finger in the thin strap of her nightgown, he tugged it down her shoulder and kissed her again, opening his mouth against the warm, satiny skin and biting just hard enough to make her gasp and laugh once more. Ororo flinched away playfully, shooting him an impish smile as he lifted dark, golden eyes to hers - but the smile on Kurt's face was infinitely more wicked.

"You need to stop," she laughed, pretending to squirm a little as Kurt's hand tightened on her hip - but he held her fast, moving forward just eh toh to sweep her ponytail out of the way and bury his face in her neck. Ororo's laugh became a giggling sort of moan as Kurt nuzzled her skin, then bit her again - this time harder than before, enough to send a shiver of pleasure-pain down her body and into her groin.

"Kurt ... "

"Mmm?"

"The movie ... ?"

"To hell with the movie."

"Kurt!" She wriggled again, secretly delighting in the way he pinned her to the bed so easily. "Now what are you doing?"

"Patience, milady ... " Kurt shifted on the bed, his weight dipping the mattress as he moved behind her with sudden, silent grace. Ororo felt him settle over her back, straddling her thighs as a pair of strong hands slid over her shoulders.

"A massage?" she teased.

"Not quite." Kurt leaned down once more, finding the shell of her ear with his tongue. He rimmed her ear lightly, then flicked his tongue in slow swirls down the warm pulse line of her neck, reaching her shoulder at last and kissing her flushed skin as he stretched his body over hers. One hand slid up her arm to gently take the remote from suddenly nerveless fingers, and Kurt laughed softly in her ear, cing ing her earlobe between his teeth and sucking it roughly as the television went off with a click.

"No more movie?" She pretended to pout, but her body's slow reaction to the feel of him on her back cheated her of the game. Ororo closed her eyes, losing herself in the touch of his lips and tongue as they caressed her skin. "Then what did you have in mind?"

"I'm sure we'll think of something, ja?"

"I think you already have." She arched into him, a smile curving her lips at the feel of Kurt's slow-mounting erection pressing against her bottom. He slowly flexed against her, hard and heavy and warm. Goddess ... she wanted to spread her legs apart, to feel Kurt between her thighs - but before she could think about a way to get in that position without asking Kurt to move, he did it for her, seemingly reading her mind as he sat up and languidly changed position so he lay between her legs instead.

His body settled over hers once more, hands warm over her shoulders. "Das ist gut?" he whispered in her ear.

Ororo nodded wordlessly, her eyes still closed as Kurt's hands slid down her arms, over her skin and down to where the silk clung at her waist and hips - then back again, fingers raking over her sides. Kurt slid his hands under her body last, down with slow subtlety, gently cupping her breasts and finding the hardened nipples with knowing fingers.

"I love you in silk," he murmured. Kurt pinched her nipples between his fingers, and at the same time rocked his hips forward once more, rubbing his hardness against her and into the cleft where rose-colored silk clung to her skin. Ororo moaned softly, clutching the pillow a little tighter as he ground his cock between her legs in a slow, deliberate tease. "So schön ... "

"Goddess ... " Ororo giggled breathlessly. "Don't stop ... "

Kurt answered with a dark, husky laugh. He knelt up, his hands trailing down either side of her waist - then Ororo felt the bed move again as he shifted once more. His hands continued their journey down, sliding over her hips and down past the hem of her nightgown - then he was going back up, taking her nightgown with him as hot, calloused hands stroked up the back of her thighs.

The silk cleared the curve of her hips, and Ororo felt cool air touching her skin. No underwear, of course - she preferred not wearing it anyway, and more so now that she knew Kurt liked it. And even more ... as she felt Kurt's lips brush the top of her hip, the swell of a buttock, and then the secret, swift pleasure of his tongue as he flicked it between the cleft of her cheeks. Kurt squeezed hard, his fingers fanning over her bottom, his thumbs urging her legs farther apart - then she felt those thumbs slide down, between her legs, grazing the soft skin there ... until Ororo sucked in her breath, clutching the pillow in her arms as Kurt nuzzled between her thighs and pressed a velvety kiss to the heat he found there ...

"Yes ... " She drew out the word in a soft hiss, Kurt startling a weak cry from her as he kissed her again, then slid his tongue forcefully inside. "Goddess ... Kurt ... !"

Kurt responded by licking her again, dragged his tongue slowly along the tender skin between her legs. She was panting, breathing hard when his tongue withdrew, her fingers digging into the pillow.

"How does it feel, meine Liebe?" he whispered. Kurt shifted, straddling one of her thighs and settling comfortably down, one arm draped over the small of her back as he replaced his tongue with his hand. "Talk to me ... "

Ororo shuddered. "Just don't stop ... "

Kurt slid one finger just inside, his fingertip barely stroking the hot, wet slickness around her opening - and he dropped another kiss to her bottom, his lips parting against her skin to bite with slightly more roughness than before. "Never," he purred.

Ororo gave a whimpering moan, her hips straining shamelessly toward Kurt's hand as he stroked lazily between her legs - and Kurt responded by allowing his finger to enter her completely, making her cry out softly against the pillow. He withdrew again, then added a second - and this time, plunged them in with a forcefulness that made Ororo bury her face in the bed and groan.

"Stop?" His whisper teased her.

"Don't you dare." She was panting, her thigh muscles growing taut as she spread her legs wider, pressing her knees into the mattress. "Please ... "

Kurt obliged with wicked delight, invading her body with his fingers, finding his rhythm, slowing down just enough to make her relax - then speeding up again and making her groan softly, her wetness slicking his ers.ers. It nearly drove him mad ... but not yet. Not yet ... Using his free hand to caress her, Kurt spread her a little wider, and Ororo answered by lifting her hips again, teasing Kurt in turn with that smooth, perfect bottom and an unobstructed view of his fingers sliding inside that sweet, wet heat ...

She moaned again, her spine arching like a cat. "Yes ... "

Kurt moved a last time, kneeling swiftly between her spread legs and gripping her ass hard as he lowered his head, his tongue replacing his fingers. He licked inside her, dragging his tongue over her perineal flesh and swirling once around the tiny opening above. Ororo was nearly sobbing, and suddenly Kurt couldn't stand it any longer ...

"Ororo ... " There was note of hunger in his voice, thickening his accent as he knelt up behind her.

"Don't stop, Kurt ... " Ororo panted.

Kurt pulled his shirt over his head and flung it to the floor, then pushed his sweatpants below his hips, freeing his erection as a snarl curled his lips. Kurt ran a hand over Ororo's hip, clutching it tightly as he guided his cock to the slick-hot opening between her legs - then with a groan, he entered her with one powerful thrust.

Ororo practically sobbed, half-delirious with the feel of Kurt's hands descending on her hips, her waist. He pinned her there, pulling her back against his cock as he plunged inside her. Warm fur teased her skin, and the feel of his cock inside her, filling her, the different position hitting a spot inside her body that made her clutch the pillow tight and moan violently as he moved ...

Kurt's breath came harsh and fast, exciting her ... then she felt his finger, still wet from where he had slipped them inside her circling the tight flesh of her anus, making her squeeze her eyes tightly shut in paralyzing, wicked pleasure ...

"Kurt ... "

"Trust me ... " he panted, a whisper of husky sweetness as he continued to pound his hips against hers - and that gentle finger rimmed her again, just before sliding slowly, slowly inside her tight opening. Ororo did sob then, a thick, gasping cry of pleasure as he pushed deeper - then he sped up the thrust of his hips to a point of near-violence, pinning Ororo as he grabbed her hip again with his free hand and quickened his pace ruthlessly.

Ororo pressed her face into the pillow, biting down on her bottom lip to keep from shrieking aloud - but Goddess ... there was no holding back, not when Kurt filled her completely and her whole body shook from the force of his thrusts, the silk of her nightgown pushed up beneath her breasts and rubbing her aching nipples, and Kurt, harder and faster and groaning behind her ...

"Yes ... Goddess, yes ... !"

Ororo's orgasm sliced through her, and she finally shrieked - burying her face in the pillow and crying out as it hit her, wave after wave of excruciating pleasure slamming into her lower half. The feel of Kurt's fingers withdrawing from her sent another mini-climax on the heels of the first, and Ororo's hands became claws, clutching at the quilt atop Kurt's bed as he grabbed both of her hips and quickened, thrusting, muscle and fur against the softness of her body ...

And then Kurt was groaning, his head thrown back as he thrust one last time, shuddering as he emptied himself within her. His fingers clenched her waist, her hips, tightening almost convulsively - then Ororo relaxed underneath him, both of them withdrawing from each other as Kurt sagged to the bed beside her.

For a long moment neither of them said anything. Ororo lay very still, her eyes squeezed shut as her breathing slowed. She felt dizzy, light-headed with a warm, contented languor - and she only stirred again when, after a few moments, Kurt reached over with a gentled hand and touched her hair.

"All right, Liebchen?" he asked softly. Ororo responded by wlingling closer to him, eyes still closed as she nestled beneath his arm and close to his chest. Kurt grinned and wrapped his arm loosely around her, pressing a light kiss to her temple. "I'll accept that as a 'yes.'"

Ororo snuggled deeper, smiling against his shoulder. "Very much so. And pleasantly surprised."

"My apologies, sweetness."

"For what?"

"For ruining the movie." He gave her a grin that tried for innocence and failed miserably. "I don't know where that came from."

"Neither do I," Ororo replied, lifting her head enough to smile impishly at him from beneath her disheveled ponytail. "But if Vincent Price brings that out in you, I think we have a date with The Pit and the Pendulum.”


The End ;-)