| 10) Kurt - One Heart To Another Kitty and he were close to one another, happy, and then she ran from him, putting up a barrier between them. She was scared, he could smell the fear on her, but she seemed equal parts scared of him and scared for him. She talked about how slowly their relationship was progressing, doubting their actions. The Hound's way was not for him, for them. "They have less to lose, liebchen, but also less to gain. By never lowering their barriers to each other, they are always alone at their core. I don't want to be alone." She seemed upset, near tears, and at war with herself. "Then why do we play this game? Why should we even care about what fucking base we're on. We want each other, we... love each other, let's just take the comfort we can give each other. Tonight. Now." She looked at him, her eyes and face both hot. Kurt drew her to her feet facing him. He cupped her face, and stroked his fingers down the sides of her neck and out to her shoulders. He held the neck of her jumpsuit and began to slowly pull it open, off her shoulders, baring her to him. He kissed the exposed skin on the top of her shoulders, still shuddering from her emotions, and continued to push her top down. She chewed her lip, and just before he revealed her breasts she whimpered and grabbed his hands. He stopped instantly, looking into her eyes. "This is why, mein Katzchen. We are not ready yet. We are young, scared, and inexperienced, and as much as we care for one another, we simply need more time to make it right." He tugged her top back up over her shoulders, but left the zipper down somewhere around her navel. She started to reach for the zipper; to do what, Kurt couldn't guess. She stopped, and took his hands, kissing his palms. Slowly she brought them closer, brushing her suit open and placing his hands firmly on her areolas. "Touch me... please?" she whispered. "As much as you want, and no more, mein liebe." Her comfort zone seemed to consist of still having the suit up, at least on the edge of her shoulders, but she'd granted him full access within those boundaries. He kneaded her breasts, to the sounds of her moans, cupping them easily in his palms. He shifted his right hand and grasped her hard nipple between his thumb and finger. She gasped when he pinched it lightly and twirled it. Encouraged, he did the same with her other breast. Her eyes rolled up and her knees began to buckle. He put his arms around her to hold her up... the kitchen was not the place to do this, obviously. His bed? No... that would probably violate her current zone of comfort with him. He scooped her up and took her to the couch, setting her down. "God, Kurt... that was... wow." She leaned into his kiss. "Katzchen, I don't know about these bases you refer to, but... there are ways we can make each other feel good without intercourse." He sat near her, not touching her sexually, but nuzzling her neck. "Baseball terminology," she said between kisses. "First base is heavy kissing. Second is touching above the waist, third is touching below the waist... you can guess what homerun is... Deal, love. I can handle third base." She blushed and glanced down his body. "In fact, I think I'd like to..." He shivered. She wanted to touch him there? But first things first... "Lay down, mein liebe, stretch out." She did so, her face flushed and the scent of her arousal clear to him. He stretched out beside her on his side, and put his hands on her breasts again, squeezing her roundness and tweaking her nipples. He nibbled her ear, her neck, and her collarbone. Her fingers trailed though the fur of his shoulders. Her soft moans were punctuated by a shuddery groan. "Kurt..." He levered himself above her, looking down with a smile. He nudged her knees apart with one of his own, planting it between her legs. Bracing himself with one hand, he brought his mouth down to take its place on her chest. As he nuzzled and licked her nipples, her top fell off her shoulders, but if she noticed, she didn't seem to care. Giving in to his own urges, he rubbed his erection against her hip, taking care to press between her legs as well. With another gasp, her hands came down and clawed at his waist, scritching him through the fur. After more rubbing, her hands moved to his hips, pulling him down against her harder. He obliged, letting nearly his whole weight assist the friction between them. Her own hips moved, and her back arched up to his body, his touch, and his mouth. "More. Faster," she pleaded. "Ja, mein Katzchen." He increased his efforts, panting with exertion and sensation. "Aaahhh... Oh!" She shuddered violently, convulsing, seemingly forgetting to breath. Every iota of her was taut with the tension of pressing against him as much as possible. She collapsed finally, breathing hard, her cry of completion yielding to quiet sighs and moans. She pulled him closer, and he snuggled in, still gently grinding his arousal against her. He leaned up to kiss her, and the hairs on the back of his neck rose from the liquid heat of her tongue seeking for his. The warm wet wrestling distracted him for a while, then he pulled away long enough to speak. "Liked that, did you, Kitten?" "Mm hmm. Better than wow. Better than anything." "I'm glad I could do that for you." He groaned against her neck. "Ah, Katzchen." Heavy lidded eyes looked into his, seeing the need still in him. She slid her hand down his body, pushing him back enough to find and press on his hardness. Her hand moved on him, testing his length and size. She found the buttons of his suit fly, and unfastened them, slipping inside. Now only his boxers separated them but her trembling fingers reached within those as well. He gasped when she touched him, and he poured heated kisses on her neck and chest. She stroked him lightly, diffidently, and he moaned in frustration. "Tell me what to do, how to touch you..." she whispered. "Wr... wrap your sweet hand around me, near the base," he said hoarsely, and groaned when she did, and squeezed there. "Now, hold tight, and slide your hand up to the end, then... then back down again." Her hand stroked his hot flesh, sliding the loose skin up and back and he quivered in pleasure. She kept stroking him, needing no further encouragement. "Ja, mein liebe, touch me like that. Gott!" Words failed him then, and he devoured her mouth, then used his own to taste every part of her he could reach and not break the critical connection of her hand on his erection. His breath quickened and he laid his forehead against her neck. "Faster, Katzchen, I'm close... ahh... Katzchen, Ich liebe dich." His hips bucked as his orgasm surged over her hand. He jerked a few more times, and finally lay still, panting. She nuzzled his face, and waited for his breathing to quiet. "Um, Kurt?" She wiggled her fingers against his softened member, still covered with his sticky emissions. "Ah, wipe the worst of it off on my shorts, liebe. When I'm ready to let you go, you can clean up in my bathroom." She blotted her hand on his boxers and pulled it out of his clothing. She looked at the residue, and touched her tongue to it, making a little face. She smiled slyly and looked up with mischief sparkling in her eyes. "And if you say 'salty' I will spank you, liebchen." She snickered softly and then snuggled tightly against him. "Was that good?" "Better than wow, liebe. Better than anything I've ever felt." He sighed, stroking her back. "My imagination did your talents no justice. I commend you." "Beginner's luck," she said, blushing. "Then I eagerly await the skills more diligent practice will gain you." He hugged her tightly, then loosened his hold and leaned back. "Go wash up, Katzchen. We both reek of sweat and sex." He patted her bottom as she got up, pulling her top back in place. She snorted in mock annoyance at him. He listened to her wash, and she came out shaking her head in amazement. "You lucky... you have a bathtub. The dorms only have gang showers. I'll have to spend one of these months just taking a long hot bath." "Only if I get to watch, liebe, or maybe join in?" He waggled his eyebrows. "It is my bathtub." "Down, boy. You look entirely too eager to see me wet and naked." His eyes defocused, contemplating the image she'd invoked. "Okay, I did NOT say that." "Too late, mein liebe, you did. Ah, the stuff of my fantasies..." "Kurt!" She flamed red, looking uncomfortable. He stood, and put a hand on her face. "Is it so hard to think that I see you as a desirable and beautiful woman?" "I... Yes. I'm a fourteen-year-old girl, Kurt. I was one of the scrawniest, least developed girls in my class, let alone my school. And... especially compared to the ladies, when I look in the mirror, I don't see a woman. I see a child." He kissed her forehead. "Children don't have orgasms, liebchen." She looked away. "Go to the bathroom while I get a change of clothes. I want to show you something." He walked her to the little hallway, and left her there while he grabbed a new suit and a pair of boxers. He put them by the bathroom sink and stood behind her. He turned her to the mirror, and slipped her top off quickly, ignoring her gasp. "Look at yourself, Katzchen. You can't have gone three months in the Hound program without changes. I see differences in you since we first met, and that's only been two months. Do you wear the same size brassier that you did in school?" He feather touched the top of her shoulders, and she shivered. "No, but..." He reached around her and pulled her top up to cover her breasts, holding it here, but left her arms and shoulders bare. "And scrawny? Hound training builds muscle. Tense your upper body, as if you were lifting the weight bar. She lifted her arms and flexed, her muscle definition easily visible. "I think the children of your school wouldn't know you, you've changed so much." He kissed her neck and stepped back. She pulled her top back on, looking thoughtful. "What about you? How have you changed?" He sighed. "I was always athletic, but I've been here for more than half a year. I also have the advantage of gender, and a year on you in age. Before I came here, I didn't look like this." He struck a body builder pose, and she took a quick breath at the sculptured definition of his body, only softened slightly by the downy blue velvet that covered him. "Whoa," she said, with a little smile. "That's very... nice." He relaxed, and made shooing gestures at her. "And now I'd like some clean clothing, so go listen to the music unless you want to stay and watch... or help." "Tempting," she said. "But later." She scritched her fingers though his chest fur as she left. "And stop stealing my lines!" he said, chuckling. He washed, and put on the clean outfit. He saved the suit for use under his pillow, but the soiled boxers went into his laundry bag. He came out with his top down around his waist again, but feeling much cleaner. She was sitting on the couch, her knees pulled up and her arms wrapped around them. Her eyes were defocused in the distance. He curled up next to her, curious what she was thinking. She glanced towards him, "Would you like me outside of all this? If... we had met before, and discounting your appearance. That isn't a factor for me now." "It would be a factor in the scenario you suggest." He shrugged. "I always take my appearance into account, I have to. But what is it that you really want to know?" She grimaced, but whispered, "Is it just that we're the only ones available... of nearly the same age?" "Ah. Let me think." He closed his eyes and pondered her question. "If I had met you before, and by some miracle you weren't repulsed by... this," his hands and tail did a parallel gesture indicating his mutation, "yes, I would be attracted to you. A gypsy tribe is like an extended family. The girls near my age all seemed like cousins to me, and none of them were very interesting. But when you smile, liebchen, your face lights up amazingly. Your eyes glitter so, and your mouth is so expressive." He leaned over and stole a kiss from her. "You are so clever, and funny. I like that very much... I always love a fine sense of humor, like that of my mother and brother. Und as for your body, pretty Kitty... let us say, that many mornings I have to do what you did for me, because of the images of you that sweeten my dreams." She blushed and he pulled her into his embrace. "If I have to tell you again and again how lovely you are to me, I happily accept that duty. Truly, liebe, I find your doubt of yourself hard to understand. But even more difficult for me, is how you can accept me... how my appearance is no longer a factor, as you say." She looked surprised. "I dunno... I don't see it as being weird anymore, just... nicely different. Everything I know about you tells me that... you fit yourself. You're a part of a cohesive whole that just happens to look like you do. If you were an accidental collection of freakish attributes, why is it that everything you can do so perfectly complements everything else?" "My mother used to say something like that. I am built to the general parameters of a man, she told me, but the fine details were changed, as if to make me fit for something else. Some other way of living, perhaps. I don't know about that. I only know the fear and disgust I see in the eyes of strangers when they see me. It is hard to judge myself well when that happens." He caught his tail in his hands and looked at it. "Why should you care how others see you?" she said. "Why should you? Your peers judged you scrawny and immature, and despite evidence to the contrary, you cling to that perception. We are taught from the time we are born that we should judge things the way the world does. If I were to let myself do that, I would have to agree I am a demon and a monster." The tail curled around one wrist and then the other. "But, you're so well adjusted... you like yourself, mostly. The only time I see you getting bitter is about the way others see you. How'd that happen?" "Love, my Katzchen." He gave her a sweet smile. "The love my mother and brother gave me, the support of my family and tribe, and the love of Jesus, who loves us all no matter what we are, or do. He is endlessly ready to intercede for us with the Throne of God. Saint Paul the Apostle said, 'Be not conformed to the World, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind'. To me that means the judgment of the world is not to be trusted." "I once heard a saying that went... 'A person is smart. People are dumb'. It had something to do with the collective IQ of a group dropping the larger it got. I see your point, though. I've heard lots of stupid things that 'everybody knows is true' about girls, Jews, mutants... and fuzzy blue elves." "Oh? Does that mean I am no longer alone in this condition?" He grinned. "And what do 'they' say?" "Hmm. They say that they are great kissers, and better dancers. They're unbearably handsome and sweet, and they have the cutest German accents..." "I think that perhaps that 'they' in this case sounds a lot like you, liebe." "Oops, have I been spreading rumors again? I've got to stop doing that. You heard what Karla said. If more ladies find out about your charms, I'll have to beat them off with a stick." She mock snarled, giggling. He gave a dismissive wave of his tail. "Such a lady would have to do much to approach you in my affections. Perhaps if she served me German beer and bratwurst..." "You... you beast!" She squealed and leaped at him, tickling and nipping everywhere she could reach. He fended her off, and then joined in, tickling and kissing her unmercifully. She stopped suddenly, gasping for breath, tears of mirth streaming from her eyes. He pinned her down and licked the tears away. She made a face and squirmed, trying to shake loose his grasp, to no avail. She strained harder, and he just smiled. She smiled back and a flush colored her cheeks as she considered their positions. "Ah," he said. "Do I want to wash up twice tonight?? He was hard again, something he knew she could feel pressing against her. He was lying fully between her legs, his weight firmly lodged where it would do the most good. "Mm, Kurt..." She brought up her hands and began scratching through the velvet of his neck, and working down his shoulders to his back. His arousal faded slightly as he simply reveled in the sensual pleasure of what she was doing. He laid his forearms on the couch next to her torso, and held part of his weight up on them while letting her fingers do as they wished to his back. She laughed softly at the blissful moans he gave as she worked as far down as she could and all the way back up again. He sighed in pleasure and wrapped his arms around her and neatly flipped them around, so that he was beneath her. He brushed her top down again, and began rubbing her bare back, kneading the muscles and giving light scratches with his wide nails. She wriggled in approval, making little blissful sounds of her own. The last time he'd done this, she'd been too wound up to really notice anything except she didn't hurt anymore, but now she acted much like her namesake, giving her whole attention to his caresses. She laid her head down on his chest and breathed slowly, rocking her hips unconsciously on the hardness under her. He finished rubbing her back and arms, and helped her get her top back up to her shoulders. "It's probably getting late, Katzchen," he said as he kissed her. "Mm. Let's just lay here for a while, until it's time to go," she said. "Okay," he said. "I'm not in a hurry to get up either." He wrapped his arms loosely around her and they settled into more comfortable positions. * * * The candles burned low and sputtered out. When the fifteen minute alert sounded in the hallway, a blue tail curled by the slumbering forms on the couch. Not even that stirred when the five-minute warning echoed in the hall. Act 1: Complete. An Interlude: A Commercial for Shield Go to Act 2 Back to Main Page Back to Fanfics Back to Series Index |