Made it! And two whole days to spare. I had both fun and a really hard time writing this. Hope it satisfies someone's something or so on... :D

(I do not own Nightmare on Elm Street)

For a minute she felt she was floating. Everything was weightless, and a lovely cool breeze passed by her. She forgot the previous pain and uncomfort. Everything was so cozy... Except that someone was laughing.

Laughter could be heard somewhere. And it wasn't so cool anymore. Actually the temperature was climbing up quite fast. And the weight was back.

Urban noticed she was lying on her side on something hard. Was she still in the bathroom? She turned partly on her back and despite the warmth she got goosebumps. The atmosphere had gotten somewhat menacing. She opened her eyelids slightly. It was dim. And... smoky? Was she dreaming about the fire? No.

Urban tried to rise on her elbows but a hand on her breastplate pressed her back down. "You're in no hurry", said a low, creaking voice.

Urban gasped. Through the dizziness she recognized that voice.

Freddy.

Now she forced her eyes completely open. Freddy was down on one knee next to her, his left hand still on her chest.

"Krueger..."

His hand began slowly, very slowly sliding down. It seized on her stomach as Freddy felt Urban shudder. She had finally realized her nudity. Her mind wasn't really working yet and she turned her back to the man, managing to get up on her elbows and knees. She was focused on being embarrassed and maintaining her balance, so she was startled when she was yanked back from her hair. "Aah!"

The grainy floor dug into her bare knees painfully as her whole bodyweight shifted on them and Freddy pulled her against himself.

"Like I said", he spoke right into Urban's ear, "you are in no hurry."

"What's happening?" Urban whispered. Her thoughts were beginning to clear out little by little. She'd been at Sean's apartment, in the shower, something happened there...

"If I had to guess, something went wrong for you. But I'm not complaining about how it turned out." Freddy lowered his knife-hand on her hip. This caused Urban to raise her arms instinctively over her breasts to cover herself even a bit.

"Oh nononono. I don't care if you intended this or not," Freddy moved his hands to her forearms and grabbed them tight, "but you're staying for the ride." He twisted Urban's arms behind her back with force.

Urban had just sighed from relief when Freddy released her hair but hissed from the agony on her shoulders. She tried to break free but the struggling only caused her to press her ass tighter against Freddy.

"You trying to fight me or seduce me? Cause they're both turning me on!" he growled, lifted Urban on her feet and began pulling her away.

The sudden movement made Urban's vision go blurry for a few seconds.

Wha- au! What's going on? Why is he... No, no...

"No!" Urban dug her heels to the floor and kicked. There was enough force to make Freddy stumble backwards a couple of steps and let go of her to stay standing.

Urban had to lean quickly to the wall to stay up. Her brain had finally caught up with everything.

And she was pissed.

Yes, she had waited to meet Freddy for a long time.

Yes, she admired him in a way.

Yes, she had wanted him the last time they met.

But no way in hell was it going down like this!

Urban turned to face Freddy. He had straightened up and was looking at her from under the hat's rim. He wasn't smiling but there was an excited glimmer in his eyes.

He whistled a low note. "So you're not just a puppet. Good." He began approaching her gradually. Urban stood her side towards him, her arm across her chest. She tried to reassess the situation. Was Freddy still planning the same act or was this going to turn homicidal?

She didn't back down. Something told her there was no replay for this. She lowered her arm, corrected her posture and stared Freddy right in the eye. His gaze was still pearcing, going directly into your soul. And behind that was a hint of something else, something more...

Before Urban could pinpoint what it might be, Freddy's eyes began sliding lower, following her curves, the cuts on her skin, the shadings. Especially on her boobs. They weren't huge but there was way more than a handful.

Freddy's sightseeing gave Urban a chance to look at him closer. Beneath all the burn scars his facial features could still be seen. He definitely hadn't been an unattractive man, he still wasn't really. True, he was an egoistic dick who... who...

Speaking of dicks, Urban's gaze had wondered low enough to see an impressive bulge at his crotch. Her jaw dropped slightly. Freddy wasn't that large of a man, even though he was a bit taller than her but that... He hadn't lied about being turned on.

Urban finally lifted her eyes to notice a very smug looking Freddy. He was very aware of what she'd been staring.

"Don't worry, you'll be getting it good." He approached slightly faster now, and after deciding she wasn't going anywhere he closed the gap between them.

He set his right hand to the back of her neck and his left on her hip, pushed her against the wall lunged at her throat.

"Ooh!" Urban hadn't been prepared. Freddy sucked on her skin fiercely, flicking with his tounge occasionally. He snickered at the sound Urban had made. He had to say that a woman moaning in pleasure gave a lot different kicks than a girl screaming in pain. But if you combined those...

Freddy bit her just enough to draw blood. He didn't get his scream, though.

Urban's breathing seized. She grabbed Freddy's shoulders and turned him to the wall. (And just as she'd managed to clear her head he had to go for the sensitive spot.) Urban pressed her lips against his. He was moderately surprised but got over it quickly. Whatever made things roll faster. His pants were getting too confining.

'I shouldn't be doing this', went through her mind but it passed as her tounge began searching a way into his mouth. She didn't usually warm up to men this quickly but-oh yes!

Freddy had grabbed her ass and lifted her up. Urban wrapped her legs around his waist. Now she could feel that impressive bulge against her own sex and it caused an abrupt warmth to spread in her lower stomach. This, in turn, led to another moan. Freddy responded with a grunt. He started to glide his left hand from her buttock to the back of her thigh, taking a tighter hold with his right hand. The blades pressed harder to her skin but didn't cut yet.

"Oh God..." Urban sighed.

"Not quite", he replied and lowered to his knees. He let go of her swiftly and Urban yelped meagerly as she excepted to fall on the hard floor.

But there was a mattress. Freddy had carried her back to the room where he'd been thinking earlier. How come she hadn't noticed they'd been moving?

No matter. Freddy now leaned over her and lifted her hands above her head. He pressed them down with his gloved hand. With the other one he separated her legs. Now he stared her straight in the eyes. Her lids were half-shut and her lips partially parted. Her breathing was faster than before.

"Look at me", he commanded.

It took Urban a couple of seconds before she could focus her gaze to him. She was too well aware of his hand on her inner thigh. It sent sparks up to her groin and made her wriggle slightly. Freddy's intensive stare amplified all the sensations too and her hips rose up a little.

Freddy glanced at her body. This position was flattering her. And the sight made his cock twitch. He lifted his eyes back to hers, winked and pushed a finger inside her.

"OOH!" Urban's back arched and she forgot to breath. How could it feel like this?

Freddy laughed shortly. "It would seem that we're both ready." He pulled his finger out and Urban saw it was glistening with her liquids. When did that happen, she still wondered. However, her concentration returned apace when she heard a zipper being undone.

Freddy opened his pants with haste. She tried to look down but the man lowered himself now completely on top of her. Instead of seeing she felt his whole length as he pressed himself against her.

"Oh God", she repeated.

Freddy grinned and began moving his shaft along her folds. Urban's legs spreaded even further and her arms attempted to come back down again. She was both frustrated and excited at once for being restricted like this. Freddy noticed it and slowed his movement.

"Are you... aah... kidding me?"

"I never take things too seriously." He moved the tip of his penis to her opening and started to rotate it.

"But it would seem", he stopped to listen to the wet sounds her pussy made as he teased her, "that you need to be fucked. Seriously."

And with that he began pushing inside.

Now Urban cried out loud. He inched in at a steady pace, not stopping before he was all the way there. Urban writhed and twisted under him, her pelvic muscles tightening with every movement, this was making electric shivers go down Freddy's spine. Her moans had pitched to a higher note, and when he reached the bottom her whole body was tensed. Her breathing was very quick. She turned her head to the side and stared at the wall, not actually seeing it.

Freddy had similar feelings. He shut his eyes for a while and let out a long, low sound. He could feel every time Urban tightened around him perfectly. Not the case with dead girls. And this wetness made him even more sensitive.

"Oh fuck..." he sighed in turn. He wanted more.

He started to pull out. Urban wrenched her other hand free getting a long cut on the back of her palm. She didn't care. She grabbed Freddy's hip and squeezed hard as he began pushing again.

Freddy managed to get in a bit easier this time. Holy shit, she was tight.

"Just fuck me", she whispered.

"Hmh?" Freddy had been concentrating in his own state.

"Fuck me!" Urban shouted and yanked him just a bit further.

Freddy grunted louder now. He let go of her other hand and lifted her knees higher. Urban moved her arms to grab the mattress on both sides, but she hadn't expected the force he began pounding her with.

Freddy hit her with immense power and reached deeper than before. And he finally got his scream.

Urban experienced a perfect combination of pleasure and pain. Freddy hit her cervix and stimulated areas no-one had ever gotten to before.

"Faster..." He didn't need to be told twice. The speed grew in an instant.

Urban's head was spinning. If it really is possible to die from too much pleasure, she wouldn't be waking up. Every thrust built up the pressure inside. She let one hand go of the mattress and snatched Freddy's left one, moving it to her breast. He squeezed it greedily. Then her hand kept going down to her clitoris. She needed release now! And she knew Freddy wouldn't wait for her.

She placed her middle finger on her most sensitive spot and began massaging.

Freddy didn't notice anything. He was totally focused on his own pleasure. It had been too long, he only aimed for the climax now. From the background he could hear Urban letting out a long wail and freezing for a second. And the woman's orgasm was what finished him too. He struck his knives through the mattress, thrusted once more and came. Vigorously.

I'll update again someday during March so till then, bye-bye! :)