Come into my parlour [Kurt/Maddie, a bit raunchy]

[maddy]

[Continued from 'They call it X'. Please note: While there's no sex, I figured I'd slap a warning on here just in case anyone is going to be bothered by the idea of Kurt being seduced by Maddie. And yes, she's annoyed at the lack of sex, with all that seduction going on, but she'll live. ]

No, no, he really wasn't making things easy for her. A sigh of approval escaped her as Kurt pulled back, and her grip on him tightened as she nodded slowly. Her eyes stayed closed as he teleported them away, and still when they arrived wherever he had in mind as she pulled him down to her lips once more.

When Madelyne finally pulled away from him and opened her eyes, she couldn't help but smile.

"Good choice." Though maybe he wouldn't think so now that she'd said that.

Without moving from his lap, the telekinetic let her purse float over to the coffee table and her jacket slide off her shoulders and slip down to the floor. Of course, the movement did nothing to help her already gaping blouse, but if she had anything to do with it the jacket wouldn't be the only thing that was coming off.

He was right to wonder just what her idea of behaving was. As Maddie saw it, the only thing that wasn't allowed was sleeping together. There was plenty of other things they could do that were fine under that definition. And if he happened to change his mind, she could hardly be blamed.

Kurt smiled a bit nervously; he had no idea what Maddie was going to try to do, and on top of that, he hadn't done anything with a woman in years. What if he had lost all idea of what to do? Or perhaps he would be so out of practice that it would be extremely awkward and embarrassing.

All you have to do, Kurt, is think clearly. Just...

Blouse.

Kurt's eyes were drawn down as her shoulders rolled the jacket off, pulling the open top half of her blouse open widely, and he shifted his hips uncomfortably beneath her. His mouth opened slightly and his hand slid around her waist to the small of her back.

Taking a deep breath, he let his eyes slowly move up her neck to her face.

"So..."

"So." The smile she gave him was amused - she'd obviously been listening into his thoughts. But at least she hadn't said, 'Don't worry, I'm sure you'll remember where everything goes.' As tempting as it was.

Not knowing just how sturdy his tail was, Madelyne decided not to move so that she could straddle him - if she accidentally hurt him, grinding her knee into it or something, she was fairly certain that the evening would end up on a downward spiral. So she just shifted on his lap slightly and pulled off her stilettos telekinetically, wrapping her arms around his neck and hovering just inches from his lips.

"I can get off, if you'd like. You should really make yourself comfortable... Take off your coat, if you're feeling a little warm."

Kurt's smile faded slightly as she looked at him in amusement. "You are listening in?" he said with a mock-accusatory tone, tapping his temple with a thick finger. "I am going to have very few secrets tonight, am I?"

Grunting as she shifted, applying friction and pressure, he wrapped his arms around her waist. "Nein... you do not have to go anywhere," he said in a low voice, hands brushing over the lines in her blouse as her upper body angled towards him.

Kurt was feeling warm - he was afraid he was about to break out into a sweat, and it wasn't only from the temperature of the room and his coat - so he pulled his arms back, slipping them out of his coat sleeves, and let it slide off to drape across the back of the couch.

Well, Wagner, you are here. Do something about it. Slowly sliding his tail from her leg, he slid a hand up her back to her neck, thick fingers twining in her long hair, and brushed his lips against hers, breathing in the scents of her.

The loss of his tail around her leg would have saddened her if Kurt wasn't twining his fingers into her hair. As it was, Madelyne was slightly distracted by the warmth and the smell and the feel of him as she kissed him back passionately, almost hungrily. God, she wanted him so much.

Once again, she was floating up off her seat momentarily - only this time her seat was him, and she didn't move far before she settled back down again far more comfortably, her skirt hiked up dangerously high on thighs that were now resting either side of his. And she so wanted to run her fingers through his fur, but she was so distracted with her mind and her senses filled with nothing but him that it took her a moment to remember that they were alone in her apartment now. As soon as she had, Maddie was slipping her arms from around his neck, red fingernails tracing the line of his jaw before her hands dropped down between them.

It would be so easy to just tear his shirt off, but she was careful, restrained, merely slipping her hands beneath the hem. She took a moment to brush over his stomach before she slipped her arms around to his back, pressing herself against him once more as her long fingernails traced patterns through the silky soft fur.

She really didn't know how long she'd be able to last until she was begging for more. Somehow she didn't think that would convince him, though.

Kurt responded tenatively at first, the force and passion behind her kiss startling him, stealing the breath from his chest. He blinked as she pulled away; the sudden sense deprivation was disorienting, and his tail lashed against the couch before she settled back down against him. His hands automatically went to her waist, resting on the curve of her hips as he inhaled sharply.

Kurt was more than willing to let her take the lead; it had been years since he'd last held a woman in his arms for more than teleporting, and every time he tried to move his hands away from something solid he could feel them shaking nervously. Gasping as her hands slipped under his shirt to tease the fur along his middle - and struggling not to squirm too badly as she hit a ticklish spot just above his hip - he let his hands slide up her sides and around to her back, leaning his head forward to press against her lips again, her curves pressed against him intoxicating.

Regardless of what he may have been thinking, Kurt certainly didn't seem to have forgotten anything important. If he hadn't needed to get back home sometime - she was more than happy for him to stay over, but doubted that he'd want to - Madelyne would have ashed both of their clothes then and there.

Instead, trying to keep some measure of control, she started to slowly unbutton the rest of her shirt telekinetically as she tasted him, sucking his bottom lip gently. She forced herself to relax, stop gripping him so firmly between her thighs, but she couldn't help how her fingers tensed and raked tracks through his fur, scraping the flesh below.

Well, she could kiss it better later.

Breaking the kiss, Madelyne opened her eyes and pressed her forehead to his.

"Sorry," she whispered. Then, "Jesus, Kurt... I want you." She didn't know what it was about him that was so intoxicating... But maybe it was everything. He was a fascinating man, and Maddie knew that she wouldn't give up until she had him. And yet, for some reason, she didn't entirely know if she'd be able to give up even then.

[maddy]

Kurt moaned quietly, his back arching as he felt her nails drag roughly through his fur and across the dark skin on his back. At least no one will notice any new scars, he thought with what would have been a grin had his mouth not been otherwise occupied.

He could feel her shift shifting between them, and he slowly and shakily moved his hand around her waist, the bare patch on his thumb slipping past the edge of the blouse and brushing against the warm skin of her stomach.

He took a deep breath as her forehead pressed against his own, and focused his golden eyes on her green ones. Her words shot through his body like an electric charge, and he swallowed loudly and struggled to focus. "Patience is a virtue..."

"So they say... But I was never much good with that one." She brushed her lips over his, but didn't linger there, moving on to his neck instead. It was an odd sensation as she kissed her way down over the fur, lingering for a moment in a beautifully soft spot near his collarbone before she started making her way back up to his jaw.

Her fingernails were caressing his back again, though not so rough this time, as Madelyne ever-so-gently scraped her teeth over his earlobe. His ears were another fascination to her, and she wondered how sensitive they were, whether the shape made them different somehow, if he liked or loathed them being touched. She liked to touch them. But then she was liking everything she'd gotten to touch so far.

Another less-gentle scrape of fingernails through his fur and Madelyne was reluctantly removing her hands from beneath his shirt to twine her fingers into his indigo locks instead. The movement only served to further her state of undress, but that didn't bother her at all. Whether it bothered Kurt or not was a matter that remained to be seen... But he didn't seem to be so motivated to follow his own rules at that moment - or perhaps he had more self control than she, and could stop himself before things tipped over the edge.

Kurt was starting to form a reply when she moved on to his neck, and whatever words he had in his head slipped away like water. She was bolder than Jimaine had ever been; he shivered, his breath leaving in a moaning sigh, his tail curling instinctively around her ankle again.

Rubbing her stomach with his thumb as his head tilted to the side invitingly, Kurt slipped his hand inside her open blouse, his mind barely registering that she'd undone it completely. He bit his lower lip as he brushed over the soft skin above the waist of her skirt, gripping her hip as her teeth raked his earlobe. His heart was beating so heavily he was sure she could feel it as he pressed his chest against her.

His eyes drifted down her neck to the skin exposed as she twined her hands in his hair, and he slid his other hand across her flat stomach, moaning under his breath in German. Unexpected...

Yes, he definitely seemed to be ignoring his own rules - and she certainly wasn't going to remind him to enforce them. Not when he was holding her in such an embrace, moaning something under his breath that she didn't understand but liked the sound of anyway, had his tail wrapped around her ankle once more.

"But not unwelcome, I hope," Madelyne whispered before gently nipping at his earlobe again, taking hold of her power to caress his skin telekinetically, soft fur parting beneath her mental touch as she traced his scars. All of the scars that she could feel with her power... That she wanted to see and touch and taste, running her fingers over them and familiarising herself with the patterns... That she wanted to feel against her bare skin as she held him to her.

She kissed him again, hard and insistent, the power that was dancing over his skin shifting to focus on his own buttons.

"I want you." The words were insistent too, filled with an urgent sort of need. "Oh, god."

Something in Kurt's mind struggled to understand what was happening as his hand ran over her stomach, but he was finding it harder and harder to care was her teeth scraped over his earlobe again. His fingers brushed the bottom of her ribs and he shuddered against her suddenly, the light touch of her power across his face, his arms, his chest, slipping through the fur along the swirling lines.

His chest heaving with shallow breaths, he returned her kiss, moaning against her mouth as he felt the top button of his shirt come undone. That same part of his mind said he should respond to her mental words somehow, but instead he just deepened the kiss, his tongue flicking out to brush against her lower lip.

Another button slipped open, and another, and it was all she could do to not just tear his shirt off as Kurt deepened the kiss. As suddenly as she'd twined her fingers into his hair, Madelyne's hands were withdrawing and she pulled her arms behind her to let the blouse slip off completely and float down to join her jacket on the floor.

Kurt's shirt, meanwhile, was almost completely undone, and Maddie took hold of the next button with long fingers to finish the rest of the job by hand. Hands that got distracted sliding into the mostly-open shirt to trace over the patterns carved into his skin, beautiful blue fur like silk beneath her skin. She did tear open the last button then, her arms wrapping around him to hold him close, shifting on his lap so that the tiny gap between them was closed.

It felt as wonderful as she'd imagined it would, like clouds against her bare flesh, and Madelyne was already thinking about what needed to come off next. Everything, if she had her way, but regardless of how it may have appeared, she actually was doing her best to behave. Her best just wasn't very good as she dragged fingernails over his back and moaned against his lips. God, she ached for him, wanted him in her bed. One hand reached down to find his tail, fingers lightly following along until she found the spade at her ankle. She moaned again, her back arching slightly, as she followed the edge with one finger, and her thumb traced circles over the flat of it as she drew away from his lips to take a shuddering breath.

"I want you." Her voice was a broken whisper, her eyes full of longing. Maddie wasn't sure if she was hoping that he had self control or that he didn't, if she wanted him to stop her from breaking his rules or simply hoping that his rules had been abandoned under her hands and her lips. "God, you're so beautiful." And then her eyes were closing again as she took another kiss.

Kurt's eyes followed the blouse as it fluttered down, landing without a sound. A broken moan resounded in his ears as her hands slipped inside his shirt, and it took him a moment before he realized it had come from his mouth, coaxed by her fingers as they trailed over the sensitive skin and through his soft fur.

Grunting in surprise as she tore the last of the buttons on his shirt open, he stretched forward to brush his lips against her neck, trailing his teeth over the soft skin as she moved on his lap. He could feel her heat washing over his entire body, and he ran a wide hand up her spine. His eyes went wide as her hand did the exact opposite of his, and his breath hitched as her fingers danced over the base of his tail, following it as it snaked around to her ankle.

Warning bells went off in his head as she spoke again. The boundaries he had intended to set had already been crossed - she was half-naked and straddling his lap, and that certainly wasn't what Kurt had had in mind - and he needed to make sure she knew that there were still lines.

Pulling back from her kiss, he looked at her seriously. "Madelyne... I said I was not going to sleep with you."

Turned out that she'd been hoping he'd forget the rules. Her sigh only served to draw attention to the fact that she was clad only in underwear from the waist up, her fingers flexing as she pulled her hands away from him and forced herself not to grab a fistful of fur or tail or shirt or anything else connected to Kurt.

"I know." Madelyne was irritated - obviously irritated - but made no move to draw away from him, quite content to stay right where she was. What his mouth said and what his brain said and what the rest of his body said all seemed to be different things, though, and she was used to listening to them all.

"And I said that what I want isn't going to change. Nor has it. I want you, Kurt, even though I know you're not going to let me have you." She wanted to add a 'yet' to that. It sounded so final saying it like that.

"Yet." Her right hand came up to her temple, shaking slighty, and Madelyne flinched at a popping noise that coincided with the lamp going out and plunging them further into semi-darkness. God, he was driving her to distraction.

"You've no reason to fear that I'll forget that, Kurt." For once she wished that she was a more skilled telepath so that she could make him forget instead. "Maybe you have forgotten more that I'd expected..." Her smile was amused as she leaned over to whisper in his ear. "This isn't sex yet." The kiss that she planted on his scarred cheek carried a rather vivid impression with it, but it was gone as soon as it came - Madelyne burying her face in his neck and taking slow breaths in some attempt at relaxing.

Kurt struggled to keep his eyes on her face as the deep sigh stretched her bra-clad chest, and he looked at her with concern. He hadn't meant to offend her, but it was all too obvious as a bulb darkened that she was frustrated. Very frustrated.

And as he looked at her in the dim light, his eyes slowly adjusting, he bit his lower lip. She was right; they weren't having sex. And he knew that, in the end, she wouldn't push him.

Glancing to one side nervously, he rolled his shoulders, slipping the shirt down his arms and letting it pool around his waist.

So long as we are clear...

"Crystal." The word came telepathically, her mouth occupied with kissing a trail down to his collarbone.

Clearly the attempt at relaxing and taking a step back hadn't worked. His tail was still wrapped around her ankle, her body pressed up against him, and now he'd slipped his shirt off properly... There was really no wonder that Madelyne was seeing two, sometimes three, different signals.

But she knew that he wasn't used to taking what he wanted, that he wasn't used to the idea that someone would find him so attractive, that he hadn't been with a woman in some time. So even though she didn't like it, she could understand his indecision. Her hands slid down his arms, tugging his hands back toward her. Leaving his neck, the telekinetic bit her bottom lip gently before she took Kurt's face in her hands and gave him a kiss that was far more tender than anyone would have expected her to be capable of.

So they couldn't sleep together. That didn't mean that they couldn't enjoy each other's embrace.