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kurtty-drabbles · 4 years
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House of M (part 3)
N/A: Is this au still alive? YES.  But I want to try to keep this au alive, nothing grandiose here. BTW, I better introduce the villain right away.
@dannybagpipesarecalling @djinmer4 @tieflingteeth @muninandhugin
When a person has money, lots of money is only natural for people to inquire where the money comes from. Sometimes, the person comes from a privileged background, furthermore is easy to pinpoint why- how many riches families like to send their kids to private institutions? not so many, and that´s another indication of how wealthy they are- and Genosha doesn´t have a higher count of wealthy families. A small law that Magento made is still in vigor to prevent any social conflict.
Sometimes, however, a person appears to have money in unusual ways. Seldom, one can claim to have a winning lottery ticket. The chances of this happening are slim to none-not impossible and the winner certainly prefers anonymity- but it has happened before.
Or the other option is to believe the person got the money thanks to some illicit way. When people see Logan Howlett sailing in his yacht-showing zero characters of a rich man from a prestigious background- people are quick to jump to conclusions.
Logan is far from being a man from a nice background- that is something anyone can see- but, how he got the money is far related to crimes, at least, not ones made by him.
His yacht is sailing in the Mediterranean ocean. The man just wakes up-leaving his new girlfriend sleeping soundly on the bed- and is admiring the view. The ocean is indeed impressive and Logan takes a whiff of the salty scent with a grin on his face. "Goot to be here"
His cellphone rings. Logan has the mind to ignore the call in favor of the view- the ocean is so agreeable now. Logan is almost singing a sailor´s song. Almost- but the phone is still rining and Logan rolls his eyes and tisk too loud. "What?" his tone is a bit barbed and unapologetic about it.
"How is the rich man´s life?" Raven Darkholme´s voice is unique and Logan learns to identify her timbers very well. Logan sighs louder and is threatening to end the call-an empty threat he himself is all aware of - as the woman starts to cackle too loud-loud enough to give a migraine to Logan- and then she speaks again.
"Oh, Logan...I´m not here to bother your rich man´s life...which model are you dating this time? Vanessa?" Raven makes a pondering sound. And Logan wonders if he can toss his cellphone in the ocean. "saw in the magazine ...dating Swedish models, are we?" there´s this chided tone and Logan rolls his eyes.
"What? Will you give me tips on how to date Swedish models or how to break up things with them?" and Logan feels so proud of this line.
"I´m not here to fight, Logan...not to tease you"
"Good, because your sources are wrong...not dating a Swedish woman...I´m with Mariko" Logan feels silly to use her name. In fact, this woman makes him feel so silly. Love is an emotion so new for him. "She´s great....too great for me, but, I´ll try to be the man she needs"
"That´s...noble of you" no sarcasm in her tone. Rare, but, it does happen sometimes. "I´m not here to talk about your love life...Logan, do you remember about Project X?"
Logan can be sarcastic. "The program which makes me this?" and Logan pops his claws. Raven can´t see it. Raven can hear it. "No, Raven...I completely forget about it..."
"Look, a few weeks ago. Juggernaut tried to kidnap the Genoshas princes...it fails for obvious reasons, but, you see my son is convinced that a woman...yes, a woman faced Juggernaut, could be related to this program" and now reality kicks Logan´s face. Hard.
"Look, when we settle that agreement...I was speaking the truth...the only subjects of that program, as far I know, are me, Laura and Gabby" and the man grith his teeth. "That´s why I accept their money...instead of killing them...Laura and Gabby deserve a normal life...when I testify, and just to be clear, I told you I was sure there´s only me, Laura and Gabby....if there´s another subject...I have no clue"
"I see...Look, I don´t want to worry you" Logan´s expression says otherwise. "And I think there´s 99% of chances of my son taking the scene out of context...but, I want to be sure...I´ll say her name and I want to know if you know or if jog your memory"
Logan grunts but accepts.
"Katherine Anne Pryde"
"Never heard of..."
"Are you sure?"
"My memory is a bit fuzzy, I´ll give you that, but...this name rings no bells"
"Ok, thank you, Logan...have a nice trip"
And just like that, the call is ended. Logan chuckles slightly. "Always have to get the last word"
He turns up to see Laura already up and watching the birds flying away. The look on her face really makes Logan never regret accepting this money. __________________________________________________________________________________________
Yana Rasputin has her fair share of bad calls and bad decisions. Making a demon do her chores wasn´t the best decision-the demon has his own unique style and Yana had to bear the consequences- but, in all her life she never expected Piotr to do anything inherently bad.
Yana´s mind peaks at some images in the past and how Piotr didn´t accept Katya breaking up the relationship with him, and while Yana can´t fault Kitty for that, she refuses to think Piotr would hold any grudges.
The phone rings and in a moment Yana´s world is upside down. "My brother is being arrested for attempted murder?" Yana parrot the person´s information in a question. The man has a German accent-oh, must be Nightcrawler. The only German in Genosha and one to make such a call- who is explaining the situation.
"Piotr Rasputing will face charge...and I recommend call a lawyer, young miss, your brother seems to like to assault any men Miss Pryde ever enter in contact"
Yana has a grim image in her mind and needs to know. "Is Kitty alright?"
"Yes, she´s shaken...but, she´s alright..."
"And...and my brother?"
"I didn´t use unnecessary force to stop him, only what´s necessary to make him stop. Right now, he´s sedated, but, is fine...would you like to talk with him?"
"No, I mean, yes but not by phone...Tell him I´m coming" and Yana turns off the cellphone. She has a lawyer just for that and hopes he can help in this case.
"Berto...I need help! my brother did something really stupid" and Sunspot can´t even pretend to be surprised by this revelation.
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Mastermind was a man who served Magneto proudly. A man that loves illusions more than reality is not one to be a fatherly type- and less so as the man loves to date younger women- Regan Wyngarde can say how her father was foolish to trust Magneto. And Regan will deny ever missing her father- not a fatherly type, but, he was her only father...- as right now, she looks at the helmet in her hands.
"Don´t worry...you´ll have a Jewish funeral, Erik...and I´ll destroy Genosha" she promises to put the helmet on the table. One of her servants arrives.
"Regan" and stops as the blonde woman give a seething look. "I mean, Lady Mastermind...should we inform the 3 rulers of Genosha what happened to Erik?"
"Erik may have been a bad father...but he was their fathers...they have this right." and is all the information the servant needs.
Now, Regan has to set her next move in action. Regan has to wait and Regan is now a patient woman...so unlike her father.
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thatfairyfangirl · 5 years
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True Colors Chapter 23
“Mr Stark, pleasure to meet you.” Piotr greeted politely as he stood, towering over the Ironman as he held out a hand.
“Hmm, muscular, Russian, and metal. My god woman! If you don’t have a type!” Tony joked as he shook the behemoth’s hand before sitting down at the diner, signalling to the waitress he would need a coffee. “So is Iron Giant here the reason you ran up state?” He added with a smirk, winking to the waitress as she delivered him a mug of crappy at best coffee.
“No...And he’s not…” You didn’t even know where to start with all of this.
“I have very lovely girlfriend at X-mansion. She is fan, Spektr needed help so here I am.” Colossus interjected as you rubbed at the sides of your head. Colossus didn’t know it but after the run in with Bucky you had to drink yourself stupid to get to sleep. Now you were reaping the benefits of that. “Besides, she still loves the soldier.”
“I’m sorry what?” Tony blinked, utterly shocked by pretty much everything the big guy just said. “Since when does an Avenger need protecting?”
“Since my powers stopped working and a bunch of guys jumped me on the way home from rehearsals.” You muttered your answer hating that light had to be a thing right now. “I only just barely got away with the hand to hand stuff you guys have been teaching me.”
“Then you come to us for help! Or at least tell us where in the goddamnhell you are running off to.” He scolded. “Just because you and Bucky Bear have a fight doesn’t mean we’re -”
“Tony,” You looked up to him with baggy eyes, your hair a deep midnight blue as your mind replayed for you the images of Bucky turning his back on you. “I want to swim in this bottle of syrup...don’t yell at me” you wined. He knew what you were going through, knew the look all too well. He could see the hangover pounding in your skull.
“So is this why Manchurian Candidate was extra pissy when he came home yesterday?” He asked pointing between the two of you “My god you two need to learn to communicate!”
“That’s what I keep telling her.” Piotr agreed. “Just text him give him a call! Then you can be safe with soldier and I can go home to Kitty. Preferably with tickets to opening night.”
“You volunteered for this tinman.” You muttered, realizing that maybe life wasn’t so great back in the city afterall...you still had to choke down some breakfast and get to the theater...show day was fast approaching. “And if they want to be there then I’ll get them tickets….hell I’ll give them a signed...fuckin’ I don’t know whatever they want.” Tony just held his hand to his mouth as he watched the giant scold you for your language, he could practically feel the hangover getting worse on you as you remembered why you and Piotr didn’t make efforts to hang out despite having been through training together.
“I am so telling on you.” He announced as he poured far too much sugar into your coffee cup, knowing it would help. “He listens to that damn CD every night you know…”
“Then why didn't he say something at the coffee shop?” You demanded.
“Because he saw you with big and shiny!” You never thought you'd see the day Tony would be defending Bucky, but yet here you were, wondering which part of hell was freezing over. “Come on (y/n) you're smarter than that. If he went awol for a week and then suddenly showed up with some girl what would you think?” Ok he had a point. “And fact of the matter is I don't want to loose my best friend,” he gestured to you, “or someone who as much as I'd hate to admit it is  Goddamn good at kicking bad guys asses.” He heaved out a long sigh as he pulled a familiar notebook out of you had no idea where. “I swiped this from his...your room. You should read it.” You recognized it in an instant, remembering all the times Bucky had scribbled his life in that book until the pages couldn’t fit another word. You thought about refusing, telling him to put it back and leave this alone...but you missed him just enough to reach out and grab it.
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The night pressed onward, a giant metal man sleeping on your couch as you sat on your bed. In front of you was the book left open at the page you stopped reading the amazing things he said about you to himself. One hand cradled your forehead, dark colored tendrils spilling over into your eyes tangling around the chain of your necklace as the other held onto your phone. Silent tears hung in your eyes as you stared at the screen.
You: What you saw last night isn't what you think.
You: Can we talk?
You: Please?
You: I'm sorry.
You: The show opens next week. It would mean the world to me if you were there. You will have a ticket waiting for you at the box office.
They were all sent hours ago, no reply. At first you convinced yourself that he was training, then maybe he let his phone die again, or sleeping. But the longer you looked at the screen the harder it was to convince yourself that there would ever be a response.
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A few hours ago at the tower
“Captain Rogers, Sergeant Barnes, you boys are going to want to take a look at this.” FRIDAY informed them before generating a hologram of a photograph that sent chills down both their spines. It didn't look like much...just a research base somewhere in an arctic wasteland. But if you knew what you were looking for...which they did…A familiar symbol could be made out...a skull with 6 tentacles.
“Where was this image taken?” Steve demanded as he stood from his seat.
“A small research facility in Antarctica. But current data shows that recently it seems to have grown a military presence.” The computer answered. “There's one more thing though.” It added before shifting the hologram to another of a red haired woman clad in red and black leather, proudly displaying the hydra logo across the front standing next to an all too familiar man...The Red Skull himself.
“Call everyone in. All hands on deck.” Steve ordered, not willing to let this one wait until it became a threat...it's very existence was threat enough.
“Not everyone.” Bucky interjected.
Steve looked at him as if his friend had finally home mad. “We need you for this one Buck.”
“Not me. Spectrum.” Tony had kept his word, he told Bucky about how you were nearly kidnapped a week ago. Now it made sense as to why.
“Pal, I know you two are in the outs...but we could really use some-”
Bucky shook his head. “Not that. They already tried to nab her once. They want her for a reason and I'm willing to bet it's to gain control over the Winter Soldier. They've probably been keeping tabs on me this whole time. They know I'd do anything to keep her safe.”
“So she'd be a liability.” Steve nodded as he realized where he was going with this. “Alright. We'll leave her out of this one. Lets go suit up.”
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You weren't sure when you actually fell asleep but the sound of your alarm clock was enough to make you wish you hadn't. You stirred grogily in your bed, rolling over to check your phone...still no answer.
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valkyrieofsmut · 6 years
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Starting with an accidental encounter  part 16
Kurt Wagner x Non mutant! OC
Types: Smut. All smut. Romance, too. Maybe some angst?
Overall series warnings: Smut. Always smut. Anxiety, panic attacks, bit of violence, swearing, sexual harassment in one chap, German (translations provided, but I have bad grammar… Sorry native speakers…) (can’t remember any more at the moment)
A/n- Um... I really wanted this to be out on time, but seriously, the only reason Gargoyle’s Angel came out on time this week is because it was already scheduled lol. I’ve been sick for the last week, and mostly either asleep, or wishing I was asleep, so I have a bunch of stuff to catch up on. I am working on it, though!   Lacy is a bit, shall we say, afraid, and says some things she shouldn’t when someone comes back to visit the mansion. Kurt is a big soft teddy bear... Think that’s it! Oh, also, I didn’t have enough time to check with my German fact/ word checking friends about the Spaetzle... I just remember eating eating it with only lemon and getting laughed at, and that it’s usually eaten with gravy?... So chime in if it’s not as weird as I remember... lol
Series masterlist     Masterlist
Story!
Lacy closed the file she was working on, finally done, and attached it to an email to Luis with the rest of her work from the week, then rolled over and tossed her headphones back to the laptop.
She looked out of the window, missing when Kurt would come to it and tap gently, as though worried to wake her. She realized she was smiling and quickly turned it to a frown. She didn’t want to miss him. She wanted to be mad at him. It was just hard to do when he called her every day begging for forgiveness.
The phone rang and she turned to look at it as Kurt’s voice filled the area around it. “I have to say it zhis time, Lacy. I vant to be vizh you. I’m having trouble sleeping. All I can zhink about is how stupid I vas and vhat I can do to make it up to you. You should tell me, Lacy, anyzhing you can zhink of, anyzhing zhat vill make it hurt less, even zhe tiniest zhing… Even if you vant me to turn myself in to zhe senator… I vill do it for you…”
He took a breath. “I hope zhat’s not vhat you vant, but… Ach, Lacy… Please zhink about it; us, I mean, our relationship… I remember, vhen you cooked zhose brats, remember?” Lacy nodded her head slightly, even though he couldn’t see. “Vhen you had zhat panic attack… Remember you zhought I’d leave? I told you zhat you’d have to try harder…” Lacy looked at the phone, knowing it was about to cut out. “You still do, because- Lacy- I’ll do anyzhing it takes for you to forgive me-”
“- because I zhink I love you,” Kurt finished, knowing the machine had cut him off before the words had left his lips. “Schisse!” He threw the phone on his bed and ran his hands through his hair. “Schisse,” he cursed again.
He’d finally worked up the courage to say it over the phone, knowing that she’d most likely have a panic attack and he wasn’t there to comfort her, and the stupid machine cut him off. He paced his floor for a moment, then took the phone back down stairs, glaring at it.
“Having an argument with inanimate objects?” Kitty asked, pausing in the doorway.
Kurt looked up. “I guess…. Her machine cut me off, just as I vas saying-” He sighed, running his hand through his hair again. “Just as I vas saying how I feel…”
“Rough,” she said. “Why don’t you come watch old romantic movies with me?” He raised a brow at her. “I’ve been thinking a lot about Piotr lately,” she told him softly.
Kurt went with her into the rec room and shared the tub of ice cream sitting on the table.
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Lacy laid awake that night, wondering what Kurt had been about to say. It was obvious that it wasn’t the end of his sentence, but he hadn’t called back to finish, which meant he probably didn’t think it was something that should be said over the phone. She tossed and turned, but couldn’t fall asleep.
.
Lacy looked up from the book she was holding as the phone rang, knowing it was Kurt. “Your lips,” he said. “Vhen you smile. Vhen you laugh. Vhen you’re sleeping. Zhey open just a little, and, it makes me vant to kiss you… Your eyes, vhen you look at me, vhen you hear a joke, vhen you’re excited… Zhey shine- glow, really. It lights up zhe room… Your nose, vhen you’re zhinking and you viggle it, like zhe voman on Bevitched… Zhe vay your hair falls in your face vhen you lean over and you brush it out of zhe vay… Sometimes I zhink you do it on purpose, because it alvays catches my attention… Vhen you have it up, or down, or just in a ponytail… Zhe vay you chuckle and smile vhen ve vatch tv and zhere’s a joke… Your fingers, vhen zhey hold my hand… Your skin… It’s so soft vhen I run my hands over you…”
The machine beeped as it cut him off, and Lacy felt the tears growing in her eyes.
He called a few more times over the next few days, listing things he liked about her, the things he liked doing with her, the way he felt when she smiled, or looked at him…
Lacy had trouble trying to stay mad at him.
It was a little after she’d sent her email of work for the week when the phone rang. “I love zhe vay you bite your lip vhen you smile,” Kurt told her, sounding heart broken. “And how you brush your hair out of your face, but leave it vhen it falls back… Zhe vay you look at me vhen you zhink I’m not looking… I hope you haven’t lost zhat… If I could go back in time… tell myself not to be an idiot… just remember vhat I know is true… Lacy I- I-” He sighed and was silent for a moment.
“I love how you care about mutants, vorrying about zhem vhen I tell you vhat I do on missions, zhen pull me close and wrap my arms around you, comfort me vhen I tell you vhat happens… I vish I could see you right now… I vould wrap my arms around you and hold you close… Tell you about how I did somezhing so stupid I can’t sleep… beg for forgiveness…” He trailed off and Lacy could hear that he was near tears.
She bit her lip as she picked up the phone and laid on the bed, looking at it.
“I vould tell you zhat I- ... I love zhat you vear only zhe smallest amount of makeup so zhat I can see vhat you really look like…” He sighed. “Zhe machine is going to hang up on me again…” He didn’t say anything for a moment.
Lacy hit the talk button and laid there silently for a moment as he waited for the machine to hang up. “What else?” She asked softly.
“Lacy?” Kurt asked hopefully.
“What else do you like?” She asked him.
Kurt sighed, sounding like he’d just been relieved of a great pain. “I love hearing your voice. It’s been too long since I’ve heard it… Say somezhing else?” He asked tentatively.
“What else would you say to me?” She asked quietly.
“I vould tell you how beautiful you are,” he said, and she let out an almost inaudible snort. “You are, Lacy. Remember, vhen you came over here, und I made you admit it?” He asked, and she could hear the smile on his lips. “I have a hard time forgetting vhen I lay here… Zhe vay you smell, and zhe softness vhen I hold you close,” he paused as he smiled again. “It makes me feel… I don’t know vhat zhe vord is, Lacy. I just know zhat if I vas zhere, I vould tell you- I- if I vas zhere I vould say it…” He was silent, listening to her breathing.
“What would you say?” She asked.
Kurt hesitated. “I- I vant to tell you face to face. It vill be besser.”
Lacy was quiet for a moment, just laying on the bed with the phone to her ear. “Kurt… I have to go…”
“Vait, Lacy… I- I, ah… Bitte, let me hear your voice again, so I can remember it until next time?” He asked softly.
“Kurt… I think I still need some time… I’m sorry…” She told him.
Kurt closed his eyes. “I- I… Ok, Lacy. G-goodnight,” he whispered.
“Try to get some sleep,” she told him, holding back the choking feeling in her throat.
"I'll try, for you," he whispered.
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Kurt paced his room, not paying attention to the dvd menu screen that had been showing for the last two hours on his tv.
He had managed to keep himself from calling Lacy for the past two days, but it had been hard, causing him to log an inordinate amount of hours in the danger room.
Finally, he couldn’t stand to stay in his room any longer, and opened the door, making his way outside. He walked through the gate and started down the street, wandering aimlessly.
Hours later, he returned to the mansion, running into Kitty in the kitchen. “Kurt! There you are! I was looking for you earlier. Where have you been?” She asked, pausing before hopefully asking, “with Lacy?” Kurt shook his head, sitting at the table. “You’re awfully quiet… What’s wrong? Still trying to give Lacy time?” He nodded and she put her arm around him. “It’s ok, Kurt… She’ll come around. She said she wouldn’t say she didn’t forgive you, and she answered the phone… That has to be something, right?”
He didn’t say anything.
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Nearly a week had passed, and Kurt was again wandering aimlessly around town.
The heavy, grey clouds finally broke, rain starting to fall. After a minute the downpour really started and he was drenched in minutes.
He decided to turn around and head back to the mansion, walking slowly.
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Lacy grabbed her jacket, looking out the window to see how the rain had slowed to a light drizzle.
She started to the bus stop and rode it to the stop she needed, climbing off.
The bus pulled away, splashing her feet with the puddle that had accumulated. She sighed and shook her feet, but figured that she would be able to take her shoes off when she got where she was going.
Her eyes traveled over her surroundings, but she didn’t pay much attention, thinking instead about Kurt and how progressively tortured he’d sounded when he called. He had been so sad when she’d told him she needed more time, she could hear it in his voice.
She sighed again and continued down the sidewalk.
A car roared down the road, revving loudly and she turned to look, seeing a black sports car fly past, making a wave fly over her, soaking her as the jackass whooped and hollered as he roared away.
Lacy shook her arms off, glaring after the car.
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Kitty sat in the kitchen with Logan, enjoying a plate of cookies dipped in hot chocolate. “So, then the guy thinks it’s like, this huge, heavy box, but then the magician pushes a button or something and it’s as light as air and he lifts it over his head with one hand. I don’t know, I guess it doesn’t sound like a lot but it looked-” She paused as they heard the door open and close. “Oh, Kurt must be back. Anyway, it looked really-” She cut off as a female head poked into the kitchen, short blond hair, green eyes, and a model like body following after.
“Hi, I thought I heard you in here, Kitty!” Logan’s hard stare settled on the woman and his jaw clenched as his eyes narrowed. “Logan, how’s it hangin’? Ok…” She mumbled at his silence. “Anyway, how are you, Kitty?”
“Fine,” she answered.
“How’s Kurt? I heard he got a hologram thingy, to hide himself so he can go out and stuff. Is he cute?”
“Yeah,” Kitty said, agitated. “What brings you here, Alissa?”
“Oh, you know, just have a meeting with the Professor, about the senator and stuff, you know.” Kitty nodded. “Is Kurt here?” Alissa asked.
“He’s out right now,” Kitty said, turning to Logan. “I hope he remembered an umbrella, he probably got soaked if not.”
“Yeah, he’ll have to take a shower,” Alissa agreed. “It smells like the river out there. Anyway, I have to get to my meeting,” she cheerfully chirped, turning and leaving.
“Did you hear her?” Kitty asked, disgusted. Logan grunted. “And asking about Kurt! Like she cares…” She turned to her drink and dropped a cookie in as her grip broke it while trying to dunk it.
The door opened again and Kurt wandered to the kitchen, pulling a drink from the fridge.
“Hi, Kurt- oh, yeah, it does smell like the river,” Kitty commented, covering her nose.
Kurt looked up, seeing them for the first time, though he’d walked past them. “Hi,” he answered softly, heading to the stairs.
Logan shook his head. “Elf just can’t keep from getting into trouble with women.”
Kurt chugged the soda as he walked up the stairs to his room. He threw the empty can in the garbage and peeled off his soaked clothes, tossing them into the basket in the corner after emptying his pockets.
He pulled his towels out and climbed into the shower.
Kitty ate the now lukewarm chocolate drenched cookie after fishing it out as silence filled the kitchen. “I hope Alissa leaves Kurt alone, hopefully she’ll be gone before he even finds out she’s here…” Logan grunted in agreement as there was a knock on the door. “Wow, we’re the most popular house on the block today,” Kitty declared as she stood and walked to the door. She opened it and saw Lacy standing on the step, looking like a drowned rat. “Oh my god, Lacy- I- what happened to you?”
“Some asshole thought I needed a bath and sped through a lake to do the honors,” she answered, trying to smile.
Kitty stepped back and let her in, taking her soaking coat. “Oh my- wow, I bet you’re soaked all the way through…”
“Yeah, kind of wondering about the hygienics of the water on me right now,” Lacy agreed.
“Well, let me take your coat and stuff… You should take a shower- sorry-”
“No, I know, it smells like the river,” Lacy agreed. “But I didn’t want to go home when I’d just gotten here…”
“Well, I’m sure that Kurt will let you use his shower again, and I’m sure I’ve got a sports bra or something, we’ve got some extra clothes around here, I’m sure… Um… Let’s go upstairs,” Kitty said, guiding her, wanting to get her out of sight incase Alissa came back. “Here you go,” she said as she handed Lacy a sports bra. “Sorry, we know my clothes won't fit you since you’re a bit taller than me.”
“It’s ok,” Lacy smiled. “I’m sure I can hide out in a towel or something until my stuff gets dry.”
“Yeah, and it’ll be no time at all, I mean just a rinse and dry shouldn’t take long,” Kitty rambled, knocking on Kurt’s door.
The door opened and Kurt stood there, dripping, in a towel from his shower and covered in blue fur.
Lacy blushed and looked down, missing the heartbroken eyes that drifted to her.
“Lacy!” He cried in shock. After days of trying not to call her, then calling her again with no answer, he hadn’t thought she’d just show up out of the blue. “Lacy, you’re here,” he murmured, still in awe.
She tilted her head uncertainly, still not looking at him.
“She needs to borrow your shower, too,” Kitty told him.
“Oh, ja, sure, of course, come in,” Kurt said, opening the door. He lead her to the bathroom and took her clothes through the door. “Please, take your time, use as much hot vater as you vant,” Kurt told her through the crack in the door. He heard the water start and pulled on some clothes after handing Lacy’s dripping things to Kitty. “Ah, dumm,” he muttered to himself, realizing that he’d used the towels on his own shower.
He made his way downstairs to grab some clean towels, heading past the kitchen where Kitty had settled again with Logan.
“I don’t know, Half-pint,” Logan said. “We can hope, but she seems to want to see him.”
“Maybe we can go up there and escort her out after their meeting- Oh, hi, Kurt,” Kitty suddenly and brightly called as she noticed Kurt standing in the doorway.
“Hallo,” he answered uncertainly. “Vhat are you guys talking about?”
“Nothing, right Logan?” Logan just grunted and took a swig from his bottle. “What are you doing down here?”
“I had to grab some towels for Lacy,” Kurt told her.
“Oh, well you should get those to her, she might need them by now,” she urged.
“Right…” Kurt agreed, still put off but her tone.
Lacy ran her fingers through her hair, rinsing out the shampoo she’d put in. ‘Why am I here?’ She asked herself, pulling a bottle of conditioner to her and pouring some into her hand. ‘Because Kurt isn’t a bad person,’ she thought. ‘He’s actually a good person… Like with saving people’s lives and everything...’ She sighed as she smoothed the conditioner through her hair. ‘And he’s human; everyone makes mistakes…’
She grabbed his scrubby poof and poured some body wash on it, starting to scrub the river smell from her body. ‘Even if what he said was stupid-’ Lacy’s thoughts cut off as she thought she heard a noise and peeked around the curtain. She watched for a minute, but nothing was there, and she didn’t hear any more noises, so she went back to the spray, watching the soap float down her as the water washed it away. ‘Besides, Doug is right; men do and say stupid things when they get nervous, especially when they-’ she had to pause for breath. ‘- like you... And... maybe... I like him... a lot... too...’ Lacy started rinsing the conditioner from her hair, trying to not focus on that thought.
“God knows how much stupid stuff I’ve said when a guy I feel threatened by gets close to a girl I like, more so when I’ve gotten up the courage to ask her out,” Doug’s words ran through her mind as she tried to focus on just getting the conditioner out of her hair.
Suddenly the shower curtain was pulled back and Lacy’s head snapped to see what was happening.
“Kurt!” The blond on the other side of the tub called. “What the hell, you’re not Kurt.”
“Uuuhhhh,” was the only coherent word Lacy could get through her lips.
“Alissa?” Kurt asked in shock from the doorway.
Lacy yanked the curtain closed, feeling her face turn the color of a tomato.
Kurt pulled the other girl out and set the towels on the counter. “I, ah, brought you some towels.” Kurt closed the door and turned to Alissa. “Vhat are you doing here?”
“Oh, well I was in the neighborhood, had to come see the Professor. I heard you got a little thingy so you can go outside,” she commented. “Thought I’d come see it,” she told him, putting her hand on his chest and smiling seductively.
“Alissa,” Kurt started, taking her hand from his chest.
“Aren’t you interested? I know you must have been so lonely without me,” she said, stepping closer.
“Alissa, I’m not-”
“Come on, Kurt, are you saying that you don’t miss our time together?”
Kurt almost shuddered to remember what they had done together, remembering how constrained and one sided it had felt with her versus how amazing and involved it was with Lacy. “Zhat is in zhe past, Alissa, I’m vizh somevone else,” he told her.
She raised a brow. “Who? That girl? In the shower?” She paused as she looked to the door and back. “Why, does she have one of those things, too?”
Kurt’s eyebrows met in confusion. “No, she is not a mutant,” he told her.
“Oh, so, you got that thing and then met her. You better hurry and put it back on, you don’t want her to see the real you.” She leaned against him, trying to rub her body against his. “But, you know, I had sex with you before you got that thing. I should get first dibs.”
Kurt pushed her away. “I met her before I got my image inducer. Alissa, please, stop, I like her,” he told her.
Alissa’s expression of simpering deepened. “Kurt, don’t you still want me? If it’s a question of looks, I’ll beat her, hands down, and powers, you said she’s not even a mutant. So what is it she has that you want? Haven’t you had her already? Don’t you want to come back?”
Lacy peeked through the crack in the door, looking out and getting the sliver of sight that the two of them were standing very close. “Um, excuse me, are my clothes done yet?” She asked, opening the door a little so they knew she was there.
“Ah, no, not yet,” Kurt answered, hurrying to his closet. “Aber, I zhink I have somezhing you can borrow…”
Lacy looked out at the other woman, her model’s body, short, blond hair, green eyes. She looked perfect, and a feeling twisted at Lacy’s stomach. How could Kurt not want this girl? Kurt handed a t shirt and a pair of sweatpants to her through the door and the other woman gave her a superior look before she started for the door. “I’m heading downstairs.”
Lacy took the clothes and closed the door, pulling on the things and tightening the cord on the pants so they didn’t fall down. She ran her fingers through her hair, gathering it all into a ponytail and making sure it looked ok.
Her fingers moved down to her stomach. Sure, her breasts were larger than that other girl’s, but she was chubbier, too, not model thin, and her hair didn’t have that glow of perfection, and her eyes seemed to fade into her face without liner and mascara on. She bit her lip, staring at herself for a moment before opening the door and stepping out.
“Ah, Lacy,” Kurt said, standing from the bed.
“H-hi…”
“S-sorry, zhat vas Alissa, she- has a habit of not caring for ozhers…” He looked away shyly, but his eyes found hers again. “Lacy, I’m so glad you’re here,” he told her, hesitantly stepping forward, not sure if she wanted him to be so close yet.
“Really?” She asked quietly.
“Ja,” he told her. “Of course, vhy vouldn’t I be?”
‘How about that perfection throwing herself at you, for one,’ she thought. Instead of speaking, she shrugged and looked away.
Kurt tried to smile. “Lacy, do you vant to go play some pool? I’m sure ve could get Kitty to join, maybe even Logan,” he suggested, knowing that she’d had fun playing pool the last time she was there.
“Sure,” she answered, and they walked through the door.
“Oh,” Kurt said, stopping. “I forgot my image inducer, incase ve vant to go out or anyzhing,” he told her. “I vill be right back.”
She slowly walked down the hall, getting to the top of the stairs and seeing the blond, Alissa, standing there against the wall.
“So, going after my sloppy seconds?”
“What?” Lacy asked.
“Oh, he didn’t tell you?” She asked coyly. “I’m Alissa. You know, maybe you should just go home. No offense or anything, just, you know, men fall in love with their first. And, that spot has already been taken, three years ago. By me.” Lacy stared at her in surprise. “Just thought I’d let you know.” Alissa straightened and made her way downstairs.
Kurt caught up to her, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Shall ve go down?”
Lacy turned to him. “Oh, yeah.”
They went down and stopped by the kitchen.
“Hey, Kitty, do you vant to play a game of pool vizh us?”
“Sure,” she answered, standing from her seat at the table and following them to the rec room.
They started a game, and Alissa asked to join in.
Lacy couldn’t help but notice how Alissa would look at Kurt, touching him in seemingly innocent ways as they passed around the table. She seemed to be rubbing it in, saying that she’d had Kurt first and that there was no way he’d want Lacy now that she was back. “Oh, sorry, Kurt,” Alissa’s voice floated to her as she scooted past him, her breast hitting his back.
Lacy gritted her teeth and didn’t say anything. She wasn’t sure if she should, since she wasn’t quite sure how her relationship with Kurt was right now; her refusing to answer the phone and all.
Maybe Alissa was right. 
She hadn’t been very nice to Kurt for the last month, even if he had said something that was stupid. As she’d thought in the shower, he was a good person, a nice person, who had been begging for forgiveness for a month. She cringed at the thought. She had been mad, and rightfully so, but maybe she’d taken her anger a bit far. “Excuse me, I’ll be right back,” she said to Kitty.
“What’s up?” Kitty asked.
“Just have to go to the bathroom,” Lacy said, turning to the couch. “Do you want to take my turn Logan? I might finally win a game,” she laughed.
Logan grumbled, but stood and took her cue so she could leave the room.
After she finished and washed her hands, Lacy was making her way back to the rec room, finishing drying her hands on the shirt, but as she passed a doorway, Alissa stood there.
“Hey,” she greeted. “Can I have a word with you?” Lacy paused and stepped closer. “In here,” she said, stepping into the room. 
Lacy followed her, seeing a room lit by night lights, looking much like an old fashioned parlor.
“So. You’ve already had sex with Kurt?” Alissa asked.
Lacy turned to the side, appalled by her sleeziness.
“So. Don’t you get bored? Tired of having to do all the work? You know, having to be on top,” she asked. Lacy looked at her in confusion for a moment before remembering what Kurt had said; that she hadn’t wanted to feel his tail, or his fur, or feel or see how different he looked. “He’s so boring and dull. I mean, maybe he’s just lazy. Not too good at the pleasing, either, right? I mean, eventually you get there, but jeez... Don’t you wish you could do something exciting? Like, you know, against the wall, or on a counter or something?”
Lacy’s eyes had narrowed in anger. Kurt didn’t deserve this. “Oh, you didn’t do it against the wall? Or on the counter? You didn’t get the chance to be held tenderly, kissed and devoured until you forget the outside world? Or taken so roughly that you can’t help but cry at how good it feels? You’ve never screamed in ecstasy, forgetting that there are other people in the same building, and begged for more? Or been held against his chest, listening to his tender nothings as he took you until you couldn’t feel your fingers or toes, then felt him kiss his way across your skin,” she turned and pulled Kurt’s shirt lower to show the scarred bite mark. “Making you tingle until he found the perfect spot and laid claim?” She let the shirt go so it went back up as she turned and started through the doorway. “Oh, and you definitely missed out on that tail. So, so, sexy.”
Alissa glared at her back, anger growing as she passed. She lunged and grabbed Lacy’s hair, yanking back on it as she accused, "self righteous whore."
Lacy turned around, her childhood fighting instincts rising to the surface. She grabbed the hand holding her hair and bit her arm, making her let go, then she reached back and gave a right hook that knocked Alissa to the ground. She jumped onto her, straddling her stomach and pinning her hands under her knees.
“How dare you say those things?” She demanded, slapping her. “Kurt is a wonderful person. He doesn’t deserve the things you say, or do. You’re so shallow. He told me about you, about the things you made him do, demeaning and making him feel less human because you didn’t like the way he looks. Here’s an idea, if you’re not interested in him, then leave him alone! Don’t play with him, make him think you like him, then throw him away like garbage. You stupid, selfish, petty little bitch,” she ranted, slapping her with almost every word.
Logan stood from the couch arm he was leaning on, silently walking to the door and down the hall. Kitty followed him, as did Kurt, and they were treated to the tail end of the conversation, slapping and all.
“You stupid, selfish, petty little bitch!”
“Lacy,” Kurt said in shock at the vision in front of him, never really expecting to see Lacy hitting anyone, though he knew she was capable from her few stories of life in foster care.
Lacy turned and saw the three of them standing in the doorway behind her, then back to Alissa under her, who started crying big, fake tears. She knew how this must look and slid off of her sideways, turning to watch as Alissa jumped up and threw herself at Kurt, crying into his shoulder and pulling him away.
His face as he stared at her while he was dragged away burned itself into her mind, despite her turning and closing her eyes. Lacy looked up to see Kitty and Logan still there, looks of disapproval on their faces as they looked after the two.
Probably due to her smacking the crap out of their comrade.  
“I-” she hesitated, not sure what to say. She stood and their eyes turned back to her. “I should go,” she told them, rushing past them, hardly stopping for her jacket and shoes on the way out.
“Lacy, wait,” Kitty tried, but she was too late, and she sighed.
“Did you hear what she was sayin’?” Logan asked quietly.
“Yeah.”
“Shoulda heard what she was sayin’ before,” Logan told her.
“I wish someone had done that a long time ago. She’s my hero,” Kitty commented sadly. “I just wish she would have stayed so we could throw her a party…”
“Yeah. Girl’s alright,” Logan agreed.
Kurt, having finally gotten Alissa to let go of his arm, made it back to them from the kitchen. He looked into the room, but didn’t see Lacy. “Vhere did she go?” He asked.
“She left,” Kitty told him.
“Left- vhat, vhy?” He asked in confusion.
“Don’t know, Elf, maybe she didn’t feel so wanted after you wandered off with the other girl,” Logan said, his voice a little gruffer than usual when talking to his friend.
“But- I didn’t vant to- she dragged me- I have to find her,” he said, rushing to the door and outside, running down the driveway, looking for Lacy. He remembered to turn his image inducer on before he made it to the street, but it was close.
He turned right and ran a ways, looking for her, but didn’t find any indications that she’d gone that way, so he turned and ran back in the direction that he’d come from, still seeing nothing. He looked for a bit longer, but still found no trace of her. He gave up, figuring that she’d caught the bus, and walked back to the mansion.
“Didn’t find her?” Kitty asked, neither her or Logan having moved from their spots.
“Nein…”
“I really wanted to throw her a party…” Kitty mumbled.
Alissa, having gotten bored of waiting in the kitchen, came into the hall with them. “Oh, Kurt, is that you? Your thingy is so cute,” she commented, trying to wrap herself around his arm. “Why do you look sad? I think I have an idea on what might cheer you up,” she told him suggestively.
Kurt pulled his arm from her, shaking her off angrily. “Get off! Alissa, vhat is so hard for you to understand about no? I told you no, I don’t vant you, I’m vizh somevone else, and now, like everyzhing else you touch, you’ve ruined es! Just vhen she vas coming back! Get avay from me, stay avay from me, and stay avay from Lacy!” He turned and stormed up the stairs to his room, a slam barely audible to them as he reached it.
Kitty and Logan looked to Alissa from the stairs to see her reaction. She looked shocked for a moment, then turned to them, her eyes still wide. Kitty’s look changed to questioning, then Alissa commented, “I’m sure he’ll come around. I’m going to be here for a little bit, so he’ll get the chance to get over whatever is bothering him.”
Kurt paced his room, his tail lashing about angrily as he waited for it to be dark enough to go to Lacy’s house the fast way, and for her to have enough time to go home, in case he’d missed her while he was looking.
There was a knock on the door and he paused his pacing to answer it. “Ja?”
Kitty looked at him through the crack. “What are you going to do, Kurt?”
“I’m going to Lacy’s, as soon as it gets dark. I have to straighten zhis mess out. I’ll be glad vhen she’s gone,” he grumbled.
Kitty winced. “Mm, well… That might not happen for a bit…”
“Vhat do you mean?” He asked, turning to her.
“Well… She said that she was going to be staying here for a while, but she wouldn’t say how long…”
Kurt ran a hand over his face, cursing. “Vhy, vhat does she suddenly vant now, after zhree years vizh no contact?” He groaned. “Vhy can’t she disappear back into zhe vorld and leave me alone?”
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Lacy laid in her bed, her mind spinning. The way Kurt had stared at her in surprise as he was pulled away filled her mind, making her tear ducts itch as they tried to water.
There was a tapping at the window and Lacy glanced up, knowing Kurt was there. She looked away, trying to ignore the yearning in her chest.
Kurt tapped again, calling to her, “Lacy, I know you are zhere… Please open zhe vindow- I have to talk to you…” Lacy turned over, trying to ignore him. “Lacy, bitte…”
“Go away, Kurt,” she told him.
“I can’t go until you talk to me… Bitte…”
“You know, they say that guilty people often accuse others of committing the crimes they themselves are guilty of, to throw suspicion from themselves, or sometimes to see others reactions…”  
“Vhat?” He asked.
“Is that why you accused me of cheating? Had that woman on the side for a while?” She asked.
“Vhat?” He asked again, incredulously.
“Were you cheating on me with her for a long time before you accused me of cheating to throw off suspicion?”
“Lacy, no! I vould never-”
“But you think I would?” She demanded.  
“No, Lacy, I know you veren’t, I vas just stupid! Bitte, let me in…”
“Go away, Kurt.”
“Please, please, Lacy-”
“I can’t, Kurt,” she interrupted, trying not to cry.
“Lacy, please just listen. I don’t like her, she is just as you said, a stupid, shallow, petty… I only vant you...”
“Kurt… just go home. I’m sure that if you hurry you can still spend time with her.”
Kurt tried not to growl. “I don’t vant to spend time vizh her. She said she vill be zhere for a vhile, and if you don’t let me in- Lacy, I vould razher sleep under a bench in zhe park until she leaves.” Lacy clenched her jaw, staring at the wall on the other side of the room. “Lacy…” He said softly. “Fine," he told her after a minute. "I vill… I vill go. Am I right zhat I saw a park two blocks souzh? Vill you tell me zhat?”
Lacy’s hand pressed against her mouth as she tried not to let her emotions out. Like he’d really go to a park…
That would be stupid.
Anyone could find him when he was sleeping, they’d see his tail! It never stayed close to his body, and even with his inducer on, it would be visible.
“Lacy… Ok… Zhen, I guess I vill go see… Goodnight…” Kurt said, just audible through the window.
Lacy waited a moment, thinking that Kurt would knock again, but he didn’t. She stood, going to the window, going to tell him not to stay there, but when she opened the window, she saw him bracing himself as he slowly made his way down the building.
“K-Kurt, wait!” He turned and looked back at her. “You- you’re not really going to the park are you?”
“I told you I vould razher sleep zhere zhen be near her,” he answered.
“Kurt, d- don’t. Just- come back… You can come in…”
Kurt turned and climbed closer, her watching as he made his way back to her. “Lacy, I- if you don’t feel comfortable…” He trailed off as he stared into her eyes. “I vant to be here, but if you don’t vant me to…”
“No, Kurt, I can’t let you sleep under a park bench. Just come in. But you have to sleep on the chair,” she told him.
“Ok, vhatever you need, Lacy, vhatever you say,” he assured her as he climbed through the window.
She pulled the ottoman to the front of the chair to make it longer and threw a pillow on it.
Kurt passed her, silently sitting and watching her move. She went into the bathroom, obviously getting away from him for a minute. Kurt closed his eyes, feeling the squeezing in his chest. He was close to her, she’d asked him in, they were going to be together, for the night, at least. So why did it hurt so badly?
The door opened and he looked up to see her walking back to her bed. She pulled the blanket over herself, turning away from him and he turned to the chair, trying to get comfortable. It squeaked and shuffled, the noises sounded loud to him, and he knew that too much longer and they would start to be annoying, but it wasn’t easy trying to get comfortable in the chair.
Lacy listened as Kurt shifted around, trying to get comfy. The guilt started to grow in her stomach. She’d been too nervous to go see him, and had ended up running away, accusing him of cheating on her, and told him to leave when he’d only wanted to talk.
“Kurt,” she hesitated.
“I’m sorry, I vill stop,” he whispered.
“No, it’s... Kurt, come here, to the bed,” she told him, flipping back the blankets.
“Lacy, are you sure?” He asked.
“Yes,” she told him.
He stood and took the pillow, making his way to the bed and laying where she’d pulled back the covers. She pointedly stayed on the other side of the bed turned away from him, but he was just glad that she’d let him so close.
He watched her fall asleep as he grew drowsy. He was almost asleep when he felt something warm and heavy on him. He opened his eyes to see Lacy’s sleeping body against him, her head on his shoulder, her hand on his chest, just how she always cuddled against him when they were together.
He couldn’t help the smile that grew on his face as his heart beat faster and his insides warmed. “Lacy,” he whispered, but she didn’t answer. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close and kissing her head as he closed his eyes again to sleep.
Lacy slowly woke, opening her eyes to see Kurt’s shoulder. She sighed quietly, realizing that, even though she tried to stay mad at him, she couldn’t stay away. She closed her eyes, trying to ignore the thoughts in her head.
She felt something vibrating, and Kurt stirred to grope at his pocket.
“Hallo?” He grumbled sleepily. Lacy felt him jolt in surprise and pretended to be asleep as he looked down at her. “Stop,” he whispered. “Alissa, stop. I don’t vant to talk to you. I told you to leave me alone,” he said a little louder before he hung up the thing, then dialed a few numbers. “Kitty,” he whispered. “Ja, hallo, listen, Kitty… Listen! Vhy is Alissa calling me?” He paused as Kitty answered him, but cut her off. “No, I mean, how did she get my communicator code to call me? Ja. Ja, I am. Vell, vhatever. Vill you just, I don’t know, get my number off of her zhing or somezhing? Ja, bitte. Vhat? Vell… Kitty, zhat is none of your business. Nein, but, she’s not so mad zhat I had to sleep at a park,” Kurt told her, looking down at Lacy again as his free hand trailed down her cheek. “Ja, I’m serious, I don’t vant to be anyvhere near her. Vell, I’d better go. Ja, just emergencies. Guten tag,” he said, hanging the thing up again.
He sighed and looked down at Lacy again. “Better let you vake up not so close to me; I don’t vant you to be angrier at me,” he whispered, rolling her onto her back.
She felt him stand from the bed and heard the bathroom door close. Lacy looked to the ceiling, feeling something inside, it was strange, like she was happy, but ashamed at the same time, from him obviously telling the truth about not wanting to be with Alissa, and from her accusing words the night before. She was mad, but it was still stupid to say.
She closed her eyes against the tears building. How could she be so petty? She thought she had become a better person…
The bathroom door opened and she looked up. "Ah, you're avake. Good morning, Lacy."
"Good morning," she answered quietly.
Kurt smiled nervously as he stepped closer. “How did you sleep?”
“It was ok… Sorry, Kurt, but, I- I understand that you don’t want to go back, but I have to do some work today,” Lacy told him.
“So you vant me to leave?” He asked, trying not to sound sad.
“I- that’s- no, I was just saying that I have to do some work, I don’t want to seem like I’m ignoring you, but I have to concentrate.”
“Oh, zhat’s ok. I vas zhinking- zhat maybe… I vould make dinner for you, somezhing special. Do you zhink zhat vill be ok?”
“I- I guess. I mean… It would be nice,” she told him, trying not to sound rude. “But, don’t feel like you have to do anything for me-”
“Nein, I vant to,”  He told her with a smile and pulled his image inducer from his pocket. “And, I can leave zhrough zhe door,” he said with a smile.
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Kurt pulled a can of spaghetti sauce from the shelf and looked at it for a moment. He knew that homemade always tasted better, but he didn’t know exactly how to make spaghetti sauce, other than it had tomatoes and some sort of spices in it and you cooked it for a long time.
He put the can back on the shelf. Maybe he would make something else.
As Kurt walked past the meat counter, he paused in front of the fish.
“Anything I can help you with?” The man behind the counter asked.
“Ah, I- vell, I’m not sure… I’m trying to find somezhing romantic to make, but…”
The man nodded knowingly. “Mm. Not sure what your girl will like, huh?” Kurt nodded sheepishly in agreement. “Well, spaghetti is the old standby, but these days, you can do whatever. You really can’t go wrong with a good piece of well cooked meat and a bed of pasta with a side of salad.”
Kurt shifted the bag in his hand, wishing he could use his tail to help carry the bags. He stopped in front Lacy’s building, looking at the door.
He shifted the bag up his wrist and tried to turn the knob, but it didn’t move. He took his hand back and held the bag before it fell from his wrist.
On the right of the door there was a set of buttons with the apartment numbers next to them. He looked at them, but realized that he didn’t know Lacy’s apartment number since he’d only ever come through the door a couple of times, following her. 
The door next to him opened and he looked up to see a man in a hoodie carrying a bag.
He looked up as well and pulled an earbud from his ear. “Hey, you’re Kurt, aren’t you?” He asked. Kurt nodded, confused. “I thought so… So… Did Lacy forgive you?”
“Excuse me?”
“I’m Doug, I met you at the dance, in the kangaroo suit,” he explained.
“Ah, ja, I remember. Vell, she did let me in earlier, aber, I vanted to make her dinner, so I vent out, and now…” He gestured vaguely.
“Ah, you got locked out,” Doug nodded. “Happens all the time. I’ll give you a hand,” he said, pulling the door open all the way so Kurt could enter.
“Zhank you,” Kurt said, going through the door.
“Yeah, good luck,” Doug told him, turning and putting his earbud back in.
Kurt got back to Lacy’s apartment and knocked.
Lacy stretched, leaning back and making her headphones pull off of her ears. She heard knocking and stood, untangling herself as she walked to the door. 
Kurt smiled as he saw Lacy, and held up the bags. “For dinner,” he said.
Lacy let him in and watched as he made his way to the kitchen. “Um, I…” she paused as he looked to her. “I still have work to do… So…”
“It’s no problem, li- Lacy, I vill be cooking for a vhile. You do your vork vhile I get dinner ready,” he told her.
Lacy watched as Kurt prepped all of the food for dinner, pausing the audio she was listening to. He was so sweet… She should talk to him, say she was sorry for how she had been acting…
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Finally, the smell of cooked meats and delicious foods brought her out from the near half cocoon she’d built around herself from blankets, pillows and equipment.
“Lacy, are you done vizh your vork?” Kurt asked as she stood and made her way toward him. 
“Mmhm,” she answered, trying to look over his shoulder.
“Vell, zhen vhy don’t you get zhe chairs ready?” He asked, teasingly hiding the food with a pot lid.
Lacy pulled the ottoman up next to the chair and opened the camping chair, making it like a table. As they ate, Lacy couldn’t help but intermittently stare at Kurt, trying not to feel so guilty.
Kurt tried not to laugh as Lacy ate.
“What?” She asked.
“You are… you are only eating lemon juice on your spaetzle…”
“Yeah…”
“It’s strange… Like eating plain noodles…”
“I know…” Lacy trailed off, pushing around a fork full of the stuff.
“I- I have just never seen anyvone eat it like zhat before,” he told her, kicking himself that he’d embarrassed her.
After they finished eating, Kurt stood and took their dishes to the sink, washing them and the cooking dishes. When he finished and turned back around, he was covered in dishwater and tiny bits of food. “Ach, gross,” he groaned.
Lacy smiled. “Looks like you need to borrow my shower for once,” she teased, feeling more at ease with him. “I think I’ve got enough change to wash your stuff, too, let me look…” She went over to the cup on her dresser and dumped it out. “Mmm, looks like I only have enough for a wash,” she told him.
“Ah, vell… You still have my sveats, don’t you?”
“Oh, yeah, somewhere. Here, let me take your stuff and get it started while you take a shower,” she said. She showed him where the towels and things were before letting him hand her his clothes. Lacy threw them on her laundry and picked up the basket. She stopped at the bathroom door and knocked telling him through a crack, “I’m going to run downstairs and put this in the washer, I’ll be back in a bit.”
She started at a jog down the stairs, but ended at a walk at the lobby. She went to the basement and turned on the washer before tossing all of the clothes in and pouring in the soap.
Kurt ran his hands down his chest, lathering up the soap to get the grossness out of his fur. He tilted his head back in the spray, letting it run down his chest as he sighed. He’d hoped that when he was in Lacy’s shower, she’d be in there with him. He stepped out and wrapped the towel around himself before he opened the door. “Lacy, are you back?”
“Yeah, just a minute ago,” she answered.
“Do, uh, do you have my sveats?” He asked as he stepped out of the bathroom.
“Oh, just a sec, let me look.” She pulled things out of their places, moving around the room. “I know I took them off and threw them over here…” she mumbled to herself.
“Having trouble finding zhem?” Kurt asked, a little concerned that he’d have to spend the rest of the evening in just a towel.
“Ummm… Maybe… Oh!” She nearly smacked herself in the head. “I threw them… in the laundry…” She forced the words out through unwilling lips.
“Oh,” Kurt said. “Zhat’s ok, I vill vear zhem for tonight.”
“Um… no, I threw them in the laundry… that I just put in the washer…”
Kurt realized what she was saying and blushed a little. “Oooh… Ah…”
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Lacy hung Kurt’s clothes over the shower curtain rod to dry. “Sorry again about that,” she told Kurt where he was sitting on the chair.
“It’s ok,” he told her, pulling the towel a bit lower to make sure it still covered him.
“Let me just put something on to sleep to,” Lacy said, coming into the dark room and leaning forward to see the buttons on the DVD player.
Kurt tried not to gulp as Lacy’s pajama shorts clung to her, almost giving her a wedgie as they moved up. His tongue moved across his bottom lip, and he felt the towel slide across his leg. 
Kurt stood to hide his reaction, making sure that his now semi erect cock was hidden. Looking down at her and the way her back sloped to her butt, showing a ribbon of skin as she pushed buttons on the DVD player only made him want to grab her hips and pull her against him, though.
He took a breath and tried to convince his legs to move him away from where he stood.
Lacy got the movie playing, but knocked the DVD case to the ground and leaned down to grab it.
Kurt groaned as she bumped into him, his hand drifting up to run along her hip, pulling her closer. Lacy stood and felt Kurt’s chest against her. “Es tut mir leid,” he mumbled against her shoulder. “Ich versuche nicht... aber... Es ist so lange her... Sie fühlen sich so gut…” {I'm sorry, I'm trying not to... but... It's been so long... You feel so good...}
Lacy felt Kurt’s bulge against her, settling against her butt, and she felt as though butterflies were fluttering in her belly. “Kurt…”
“Lacy,” he answered, nuzzling into her shoulder. “Ich weiß nicht, ob kann ich aufhören…” His tongue flicked out, moving up her neck, his lips following the trail, gently sucking and making her bite her lip. “Willst du mich zu?“ {I don't know if I can stop... Do you want me to?}
After this long without him? Was he kidding? She shook her head to the side, gasping, “no…”
Kurt groaned, his hands squeezing her hips as his tail wrapped around her, tightening and moving up to take her bottoms and start pulling. “Dann komm mit mir,” he told her, sitting back on to the chair. “Setz dich auf meinen Schoß,” he said, pulling her shorts and panties the rest of the way off. {Then come with me, sit on my lap.}
Kurt pulled the towel open and guided her down so her back rested against his chest, feeling himself slide against the wetness coating her. He pushed and pulled her hips, sliding against her for a few strokes before slipping into her. He groaned loudly, thinking, ‘It’s like coming home...’
His hands moved up Lacy’s body, pushing her shirt up to take her breasts into his hands to gently squeeze them. Lacy moaned, her head falling back onto his shoulder. Kurt’s hands pulled her shirt off, throwing it away from them before moving back to squeezing and fondling her breasts.
His tail moved up, twitching back and forth against her clit as he kissed all around her neck and shoulder. “Lacy,” he mumbled into her shoulder. “Schön…” {beautiful}
He kissed his way down to the scarred mark he’d left before and nipped next to it. Lacy moaned, arching against him, but he still didn’t thrust, only torturing her body as he stayed pressed into her.
“Kurt,” she gasped as she felt herself getting closer.
“Ja, oh ja,” Kurt answered, kissing her before biting the scar behind her shoulder.
“Ahh!” Lacy arched again as she came, moving around Kurt.
Kurt groaned, kissing the scar he’d just bitten, putting one hand on Lacy’s hip and pulling and pushing her with him as he thrust.
There was a little awkwardness as Lacy pulled her legs up so she was kneeling on the chair, but then she started moving with Kurt as he thrust, crying out as he pushed into her, squeezing her nipples and breasts, panting against her shoulder as she felt herself getting light headed.
Kurt’s hips rolled with hers, his hands taking turns with her hips, squeezing and pulling her harder against him. “Lacy,” he groaned to her, his breaths taking most of his air. “Ja… bitte… Ach…” Kurt grunted, trying not to hold or squeeze too tightly. “Lacy- bitte- ah- guh,” he was just grunting now, thrusting and pulling, hoping he was giving as much as he was taking.
He felt her start to pulse around him again, crying his name as she tensed. “Lacy- ah- Liebling!” Kurt ground out into her shoulder quietly as he fell over the edge, the worry of her having a panic attack buried in the back of his mind.
His arms tightened around Lacy as she laid back against him, her head on his shoulder while his lips nuzzled into the crook of her neck. “Lacy…” He stood, picking her up as he did. “Gehen wir ins Bett,” he whispered as he carried her to the bed. {let’s go to bed}
He laid her down and climbed next to her, kissing her neck and shoulders, his hands and tail roving over her.
Lacy kissed him back, her hands moving over his shoulders, her fingers digging in and pulling him closer. She could feel him starting to get hard against her leg again, and her hand moved down to him, gently squeezing and stroking. His hand covered hers, half heartedly trying to pull her away as he moaned, “Lacy.. ooh, Lacy…”
She pushed his shoulder and kneeled over him as he landed on his back, kissing him. Kurt sat up, pulling her closer and kissing down her neck as she moved, taking him and sliding up and down as he finished lengthening inside her.
They groped at each other, their hands pulling each other closer, their breath shared as they moved. Lacy tightened, her knees pushing against his hips, her fingers digging into him, and Kurt felt her pulse around him.
He pulled her down as he laid back, letting her lay on him as his hands continued to move her hips, bouncing her a little as he thrust her up and down and making her body slid against his, her breasts pushing against him and her nipples tickled by his fur.
Kurt gasped and panted, kissing anything he could reach.
Lacy’s hands moved to his shoulders, pulling herself so she moved with him. She looked down at him and felt her eyes start watering.
She was so awful to have been so cold to him. He had deserved a little of it, making baseless accusations and all, but she could have- should have- done something different, behaved more like a person instead of a vengeful, spiteful bitch.
She leaned down and kissed him, feeling the waves of pleasure washing over her as they always did when he touched her.
She didn’t want him to hurt, and she’d hurt him.
Why didn’t she want him to hurt? Was she feeling for him more than was safe?
Kurt rolled, kissing down her throat, his hand holding her hip up as he pushed into her. He panted, kissing down her chest and nipping at spots that made her moan.
“Kurt,” she called out, feeling the tears make tracks down the sides of her face.
“Lacy,” he groaned back, burying himself hilt deep. “Lacy… Lacy… Lacy… Bitte,” he chanted as he thrust into her.
Lacy arched, crying out and pulling at Kurt as she came.
Kurt’s lips crashed into hers so he could drink in her sounds, giving a few final thrusts as he came, still kissing her. Lacy opened her eyes to see Kurt looking down at her. He stroked her cheek, the look in his eye a little strange.
Kurt held Lacy close as she fell asleep. He gently kissed her as he thought, ‘I wish I could tell you how I feel… Maybe one day you will be ready to hear it...’
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