This was a bitch to write, hope it's worth the wait


No words were said as Kurt gently washed Kitty with the soaped up wash cloth, carefully running it over her bruised but beautiful skin. If either felt awkward or uncomfortable about Kitty's state of undress it wasn't shown. Kurt only looked where he was washing and never stole a glance anywhere he shouldn't, but the same could not be said for Kitty. The girl reveled in the feel of her best friends arms around her, she could feel the well-defined muscle hidden under his silky soft fur. He had also begun purring as a means to calm her but instead it had a different, more pleasurable effect. The glorious soft vibrations coursed from his chest and ran through her body like a flood of delicious arousal and pooled in low her belly, just dying to seep out onto the shower floor. Just one more touch along her thigh, one more graze under her breast and she would be crying in pleasure for him, begging him for more, to show her what it meant to be touched in love. But all good things must come to an end.

Kurt had decided she was physically clean enough and shut off the water. They still said nothing, even as he slowly slipped the underwear he had chosen up her thighs, a dark purple set of boy shorts, one of her more risqué pair, or when pulled one of his fresh shirts over her head, it was big enough to go past her bum and halfway down the middle of her thighs. The shirt still had the lingering scent of Kurt's teleportation that no amount of washing would get rid of. She was glad, she had come to like that scent. And she definitely approved of Kurt's apparel, his wife beater still exposed his muscled torso and his long board shorts were admittedly quite dashing. His appearance had her licking her lips and eyeing him like a hungry lioness, and poor Kurt had no warning before she pounced.

The air was knocked out of Kurt's lungs as his dainty best friend tackled him onto her bed before she gave him one of the most intense and passionate kisses he'd ever had. Kitty moaned aloud at his taste unable to stop the shiver of pleasure he could evoke in her, and after a moments need for air snaked her tongue in his mouth before he could protest. She would not let him stop her from reclaiming her fuzzy elf, he was hers and hers alone. After a brief shock Kurt actually began to respond and even reciprocate Kitty's passion. He gripped the back of Kitty's head and tangled his fingers in her loose silky tresses and ran his other hand along her thigh before squeezing one cheek of her behind, her resulting gasp left his mouth open to the pale column of her neck. His hands strayed from her hair and rump to her bosom, he tore the front of the shirt at the collar and palmed Kitty's breasts, testing their weight in his hands, she fit him so perfectly, her moans were driving his control to a brink that neither wanted to keep from. Kitty was more than pleased with his change in demeanor but the same could not be said for Kurt. Though these acts were not unfamiliar to him he had never felt them this deeply, not with Amanda, not for the brief time he was with Tabitha. There was a desire deep inside calling to him, to his lust and love, to replace the lingering scent of those defiling bastards with his own. To claim his Kätzchen in every way he dared dream until he became the god of her universe and his name was the only word she knew. His desire deepened when he felt the girl above him begin to move back and forth on his lap in an amateur attempt to alleviate the pressure building between her thighs. Kurt growled in pleasure as Kitty's aroused scent continued to spike and grinned wolfishly when she gasped at the hardening length she could feel through thin material of her panties and his lightweight shorts. The revelation that she was bringing him pleasure gave her a sense of feminine pride and she redoubled her efforts, grinding down on his lap and twisting every which way to bring them more bliss and douse the flames he arose in her core. Each thrust he made to her center sent a jolt of euphoria and lightheadedness and she returned in kind by clawing at his back and nibbling on his ear. Kitty couldn't help herself, he felt good, too damned good, her panties were soaked and drenching the front of Kurt's shorts, each lustful move they made against each other further worsened their case with the sound of squelching. Was this what heaven was like, was this what they tried to teach in biology class or what her parents tried to tell her about for when she found that special someone. Was this the blissful passion you feel that comes from making love to the on you love, to your soul mate. Then there was no doubt about it, Kurt was her soul mate, her missing half, her special someone. He was her fuzzy elf.

God himself could not have created a beautiful union than the two wrapped up in each other, even as it drew to its climactic close. Kitty couldn't hold on anymore, the fiery passion Kurt ignited in her was ready to explode and consume her whole being. And by the looks of it Kurt was no better off, if his sharp clenched teeth and trembling frame was anything to go by. And with one last rough kiss Kurt grabbed Kitty's hips and thrust into her welcoming heat, feeling it gush for him her love and need. When they pulled away he marveled at Kitty's awed expression, her eyes tearfully half lidded, mouth hanging open, tongue sticking out. Manly pride swelled in him at seeing her like that, all because of him, for him.

When their hearts calmed down enough and they could breathe better Kitty looked deep but didn't actually see Kurt's blood red eyes before panting out, "I love you Kurt."