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"Kurt," Diane whispered into the dark, rolling over and pressing her body into her husband's side. Laying facing him, she shifted and pressed her curves into him; hooking her leg around him as her face came to rest barely a centimetre from his. "Kurt," she whispered again, her breath hot against his lips.

Her eyes sparkled in the dark room, the light from the streetlamps casting a bluish glow over her skin. Kurt grumbled slightly as she slid her hand round his waist, pushing her body impossibly closer. Her slim hand drifted to his arse, thrusting her hips roughly against his.

"Kurt, wake up," she cooed softy, placing a chaste kiss to his lips. Kurt moaned, his own arm slipping around her, snuggling into her as he sighed in his sleep. "Kurt," she repeated her mouth dancing across his again, nibbling on his bottom lip. Kurt frowned slightly, his brows knitting together and making Diane snicker as he kissed her back.

"Go back to sleep," he breathed against her, his hold on her body snug as he pulled her closer; shifting into a more comfortable sleeping position.

"I can't," she whined with a pout, her hand caressing his back softly as her lips moved to press loving kisses along his throat. "I can't sleep," she whispered into his neck.

"Try," he grumbled back, his eyes still closed as his face scrunched in annoyance. Diane grinned against his skin; grazing her teeth across his flesh naughtily.

"I wanna fuck," she whispered dirtily into his jaw, her fingers dancing back to his arse and squeezing. Kurt shifted, pushing his head deeper into his pillow with a groan.

"Later," he replied gruffly. "I'm tired." Diane pouted at that, her kisses stopping as she frowned.

"But I wanna," she cried petulantly, her lips pouting. Her hand moved to his hip, digging her nails into his skin.

"Jesus Diane!" Kurt growled, pulling back from her; his eyes now wide open. Diane merely smirked, sitting up slightly. Shuffling around she crossed her arms over her body; grasping the edge of her silky nightie, and pulling it over her head.

Kurt pushed himself up, keeping his eyes on her face in an obvious attempt to avoid her naked skin; his eyes dark even in the dim room.

"Come on," Diane murmured, crawling closer to him; her hands falling his chest and dragging her pointer finger from his sternum to his lower abdomen. "You don't even have to do anything, I'll do all the work."

Kurt let out a heavy sigh, rolling onto his back and looking up at her.

"Okay, hop on," he replied boredly and Diane giggled, throwing her leg over him and leaning forward. Her hands fell to the pillow on either side of his head, her hair curtailing their faces as she bent to kiss him sexily.

"Come on Cowboy, let's fool around." she whispered through a grin and Kurt let out a snort, rolling his eyes.

"Diane, what's going on?" he asked suspiciously.

"I had a dream," she murmured, pressing kisses to her husband's jaw, her teeth dragging down his throat; leaving little biting nips.

"You did?" he smirked feeling less tired by the second. His hands found her hips, pressing his thumbs into the bare skin. Diane rocked against him, her hands finding the hem of his cotton shirt and pushing it upward, her fingers trailing over the sensitive skin of his lower stomach. "You gonna tell me about it?" he asked, his hands running up her sides and caressing her smooth skin.

"You still tired?" she laughed pulling up and quirking an eyebrow. Kurt gripped her waist, shifting his weight and pushing her over onto her back. Straddling his wife, he grinned at her breathless gasp. Dipping his head to kiss her throat, he thrust his hips into hers.

"Tell me," he growled lowly into her ear, tugging on the lobe sexily. Diane groaned. "Tell me Diane." he demanded.

"Why should I?" she teased, gasping as his teeth sunk into the spot where her neck met her shoulder. "You weren't very interested a few minutes ago!" Kurt smirked against her, his large hand cupping an exposed breast and his thumb running over a peaked nipple. Diane's back arched, her hips curving up as she offered her chest to him.

"Tell me, Diane," he repeated, his hand dancing down her stomach toward her core. With the flick of his wrist, he dipped his fingers into her heat, watching her face contort in pleasure. "Must have been some dream," he remarked as his thumb rubbed at her wet clit.

"Oh, but it was!" Diane breathed dreamily, her eyes shut as her hips rose to meet his thrusts.

"So tell me," he whispered against her lips, his tongue sliding across her mouth and diving in for a long passionate kiss. Diane's hands slipped into his hair, pulling him further into the embrace, her tongue sliding into his mouth as his fingers slid repeatedly into her.

Diane moaned as they broke apart, her head falling back as she felt her body start to tingle. She could feel him pressing into her hip, hot and hard. Moving slightly she brought her mouth to his ear, circling her tongue around the shell sexily.

"You and me," she began, her hand sliding between them to grasp his wrist; directing his movements. "In your lab,"

"Yeah?" he smiled kissing her chest, drawing his lips across her collarbone in biting nips.

"Yes," Diane whimpered, be it from the curling of his fingers or as a confirmation to his question. "And you had me over the workbench, and-" she paused gulping and squeezing her eyes shut more firmly. "And Will was outside." she finished and Kurt chuckled lowly.

"How very naughty Miss Lockhart," he commented slyly, withdrawing his fingers, pushing his shorts down and lining himself up against her. Diane wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his chest flush against hers.

"And I couldn't make a sound," she moaned as he pushed into her roughly, her body arching up into his.

"Then don't make a sound," he murmured hotly to her, his fingers bruising her hips as he thrust into her over and over. Diane bit her bottom lip, doing as instructed and holding back a groan. Her eyes were pressed tightly together as the couple rocked into each other.

Kurt slipped his hand between them, rubbing her clit roughly, smiling at her pained expression.

"Shh," he admonished with a smile. His lips falling to cover hers and quieten her whimpers. His tongue slid into her mouth, coaxing hers into a dance they both knew by heart. His free arm held him above her, careful to keep from crushing her as he continued to push into her.

His mouth moved to her neck, pressing hot kisses to the flushed skin, his fingers picking up the pace on her clit. Diane gasped, almost whining as her body began to jerk.

Before she could stop it a guttural scream escaped her lips, her body arching into his as she came. Kurt smirked at her outburst, continuing to thrust for as long as possible before the contractions of her orgasm pulled him over the edge.

With a groan of his own, Kurt fell heavily into her, Diane's arms wrapping around his broad shoulders as she hugged his sweat dampened body to hers.

"God," she exclaimed, her body shuddering with residual tremors as he rolled onto his back, slipping out of her.

"Yeah," he agreed, still panting as he ran a shaky hand through his damp locks. Diane bit her bottom lip, grinning widely as she rolled into his side, sneaking her leg between his and resting her head on his shoulder; her fingers dancing across his chest.

Kurt's arm slipped beneath her body, curling around her waist and tugging her impossibly closer as they lay in the dark, the only sound in the room their shallow breathing.

"Diane?" Kurt asked after a while, his voice barely a whisper. With a frown he lifted his neck, gazing down at her with a fond smile. So much for not being able to sleep.