By Mina-Clare Moseley
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Synopsis: Nightcrawler is admired.
Rating: NC-17
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The lights are dimmed. I can barely make out his form. Any less light, and he will disappear completely.
Except for those eyes. Those luminiscent, yellow eyes. Not hazel, not gold.... solid, shining pools of glorious yellow. He's staring. Without visable pupils, it is hard to tell at times. Now, there is no mistake. His gaze is fixed on me.
I watch his tail flick idly. It strikes the ground in a casual rhythm. Like a cat, his mood can be judged by the movement of that tail. Now, he's feeling playful. So often I see his tail move like this. Kurt Wagner's sensuality is always of a playful nature.
He stalks me. Bidding his time, waiting for my move. I make none, staying still on the bed. He has to come to me.
He slides onto the bed, his body stripped of clothing. He is exposed to my scrunity, my touch. He welcomes it, begs for it.
I glide my fingertips over his chest, a featherlight touch. His body is taut and muscular. He is not beefy, just lean and defined. Years as an acrobat, then as an X-Man has kept him trim and fit. It is perfect, like an indigo Adonis.
Stroking him is like caressing fine velvet. The short, midnight blue fur is warm, soft, very sensual. I put my head to his chest, letting the fuzz caress my cheek. I can feel his heart beating; a steady drum which grows stronger with every touch.
"My heart beats for you, meine Schatz," he whispers, his voice husky with desire.
I raise my head, wetting my lips. I tangle my fingers in his curly hair. Achingly slow, I bring our lips together.
It has never been unpleasant to kiss Kurt. It is like pressed my lips to a peach's skin. I feel his tongue teasing my lower lip. Silently he requests access to my mouth. I part my lips, our tongues joining in a maddening game.
No other man has brought me to such heights. With a single kiss, he can rule me forever.
After what seems like eternity, he reaches for me. His hand rests on my hip a moment, before caressing my stomach. He moves upwards, his hand molds to my breast, his three thick fingers curling around its shape.
"You are perfect," he murmurs against my skin, trailing kisses down my neck. I take in a shuddering breath, holding him close.
The heat of his mouth warms my skin as he ventures closer to my bosom. I whispering pleas in every language I know. He complies, his kisses finally reaching my breast. I gasp as he immediately goes for the nipple, already hard and waiting. He suckles gently, his sharp canines providing soft pressure.
"My God, Kurt," I rasp, my voice hoarse with the equisite torment he has provided, "please."
He lifted his head, a smile on his face. "Feeling needy, Schoenheit?" he teases. His tail darts between my legs, testing my readiness. The pointed tip tickles my hidden pleasure.
I let out a whimper as he lays me on the bed. Kurt hovers over me, taking in my form. "So beautiful...." He leans down, brushing his lips to mine. I shut my eyes, preparing for the moment we join.
Gradually, I feel Kurt fill me. Once he finishes the first stroke, he stops, panting. He rests his head in the crook of my neck. "Ich liebe Dich," he gasped.
"I love you too," I reply, my eyelids fluttering open. Our eyes lock. We are joined together in all ways now: physically, mentally, spiritually. Kurt begins to move, his pace slow and steady.
I run my fingers over his spine, tickling the base of his tail. He groans, his hands clutching the sheets. His tail is so sensitive to my touch.
"Oh, meine Schatz," he whispers. He presses his thumb to the center of my pleasure. I let out a shriek. He is giving me a taste of my own medicine. Letting me feel the pleasure he is now.
Kurt speeds up, desperately trying to bring us to the heights. I move with him, just as frantic. Our moans and murmurs are indistinguishable from each other. Our bodies are pressed together: dark blue contrasting with pale peach.
I feel the energy coiling in my stomach. It is pushing me closer and closer to the edge. My heart is pounding within my chest. I chant Kurt's name, and he responds with mine.
The world comes crashing down around me as I climax. Kurt immediately follows, crying out against my flesh.
His energy spent, he falls on top of me. We remain still for a moment, taking in deep, gasping breaths. I wrap my arms around him, feeling the sweat-soaked fuzz.
In this moment, time stands still. Our identities are gone. I am just a woman. A woman sated by love. Kurt is not Nightcrawler; not the superhero X-Man. He is just a man. The man I love.
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