Kurt was amazing. In one quiet question, he took an impossible situation and made it okay for her. They might not have a future together… they might not have a future at all… but right here and right now, this was their wedding night, and no torment or mocking watchers was going to keep her from it.
Between the time that she said yes, and when he asked her if she meant it, she thought about her answer. Almost immediately she knew how very serious the matter was to him. Nearly as soon, she realized how serious it was for her. Without the strength he gave her with his name… and what was his last name anyway? Without that strength, she would have failed this test… for both of them.
His faith was founded on the ideals of her people, and she knew that both religions taught that marriage was forever. As he laid her once again on the rude pallet that was their wedding bed she quivered in fear and excitement. Be damned if she would have done this for merely their amusement, but damned if she would NOT do this, for her husband.
The music played over the comm as he lay beside her. She turned into him and burrowed into his embrace. She wanted this, she wanted him, but the fear of it all still gripped her. He stroked her and murmured encouragements in English and German. Gradually, so gradually she didn't notice as first, his kisses and his touch turned towards arousing her. His touch of his hands was thrilling to her; so confident they were on her body.
He nipped her and breathed in her ear, running his hands firmly over her, learning her by touch. He leaned down to her chest again, and gave her breasts nearly his full attention. The little bit left over resided in his tail, which slithered up to tease and stroke between her lower lips. She cried out in sensation, only aware of a triangle of fire burning in her body; her nipples, connected to each other, and each to her clitoris.
He gave a low laugh that vibrated through her. She looked down, drinking in the sight of him trying so hard to please her. His eyes glanced up, and the hot suns of his eyes warmed her clear through. The feel of his fur against her was heavenly, and she wriggled against him just to revel in it.
He helped her build up to a quiet orgasm, and then switched his caresses. A damp tail came up to flick against her nipple, and his free hand sought for her wetness. His fingers felt differently there. They were warmer than his tail, but not as warm as his mouth. He continued the steady attention to her pleasure, but a finger also worked on stretching her entrance.
A thrum of anticipation went through her. This was the real deal, not the fumbling games they'd been playing up to now. In finding, and pressing into her entrance he communicated to her how close their consummation was. Patiently he kept at it, and looked up. "Tell me if this hurts, Kätzchen."
"Okay," she whispered. "Mm, that feels good."
"You know that it will hurt, some, when I… enter you?"
"I know. But I'm… looking forward to it. To you."
He lifted his mouth to hers, their tongues dancing together. "As am I." He leaned up to get a better angle, and firmly pushed his thick fingertip into her. The tight muscles stretched around him, and he pumped shallowly into her for a little bit.
"Oh," she breathed, her eyes wide and her hand clutching his silky shoulder.
He froze, his face anxious. "Does it hurt?"
"No… Just… feels different. Different than anything. Don't stop."
"As you say, mein liebe." The gentle penetrations were performed with sweeps of his thumb over her clit, his face frowning in concentration.
Her body clenched him tightly in a sharp spasm of ecstasy that took her by surprise. "Oh. Much better than wow," she said when she caught her breath.
His body trembled in restraint, and she felt a little scorched from the heat of the longing in his eyes. His erection was rock hard against her, and he was drawing in deep breaths, his nostrils flared wide. He was soaking in her scent, and he liked it.
She swallowed, and tugged on his shoulder. "It's time."
He tensed even more. "Are you sure?" His voice was shaking.
She laughed quietly. "I think so, but you're gonna pop a blood vessel if you don't do something soon."
He moved between her legs, and she spread them wide for him. His eyes were wide and his tail lashed the air. His manhood was a darker purple than before, and it looked to be so stiff it hurt.
"Love me," she whispered. He leaned down, trying hard to control his eagerness. Taking himself in hand, he slid the head along her moistness, and then aimed it into her. He bit his lower lip, and applied steady pressure inward. His penis was thicker than his finger, and she stretched again around him. God, he was in her, this was it. Just a little further now…
He pushed in, and she felt a little twinge of something other than stretching. "You're there."
He nodded jerkily, and partly withdrew. Before she had a chance to complain, he spoke softly. "It is best done quickly. Are you ready?"
Was she ready? She was, but she wasn't, but don't tell him that. "Yes."
He took a breath and plunged in, tearing sharply through her hymen. Tears sprang from her eyes, and her knees squeezed on his sides, halting him. "Gimme a moment," she hissed. Gentle hands wiped the tears away. "Better," she said. "Getting better." Her legs loosened again, and her hands pulled him closer. With a bit of bravado, she smiled, or tried to. "Come on, lover, show me what you've got."
He pulled back and then pushed in again, with a far gentler motion. The pain was a distant burning sensation, rapidly being eclipsed by the pleasure of his presence. He started a steady rhythm, and she found herself rocking along with him, moving in counter to his thrusts.
The fur on his arms and chest was damp with sweat, and his eyes were golden slits. "Ich liebe dich, Kätzchen. Sie sind wundervoll." He put his hands under her legs, and pushed them up higher, rocking her pelvis up and changing the angle of his penetrations.
There was no pain, now. She felt like she was flying. They were making love and it felt fantastic. The gentle scrape and pull of his velvet-covered body between her thighs was good. His hardness moving deep inside her was even better. Even the way his jaw tightened as he struggled to control his mounting urgency was exhilarating.
"Is it… good?" he said gruffly. She felt his tail thrash across her legs.
"Oh, yesssss," she purred. His jaw gaped in a salacious grin at her tone, and he sped up. A hot/cold flash stole over her, and started burning along her nerves. "Oh God! Kurt…" She came, clamping down on him hard, then pulsing around him. He let out an inarticulate groan as his release followed quickly after.
They panted, still straining together, striving for a moment more to become a single being. Then it was over, leaving them gasping and drained. He was whispering to her, and she understood only words here and there. 'Love', and 'I', and 'Kitten', all mixed up with a soft torrent of German that sounded like sweet music to her.
"I love you, Kurt. I love you," she whispered back. He slipped out of her, and lay besides her again. His tail reached down and grabbed his sacrificial boxers, and carefully, gently, he cleaned her off, then himself and the bunk padding. The undergarments were spotted and streaked with traces of pink when he finished, and he dropped them carelessly over the side.
He pulled her over on top of him, and held her closely. He stroked her and kissed her with a gentleness that faded into slumber. She was happy to have his love, his presence and his touch. She started drifting off, too. She spared a thought for the observers, the first time she'd thought of them in a while. The music wasn't playing anymore, and the intercom light was out. Humph. Good riddance…
The general turned to Major Hedrick, after the two of them dropped into sleep. "Opinions?"
"Oh. Um, that will help their bonding, quite a bit. I was afraid that she was going to withdraw again, but he took care of the problem. Whatever he said to her after that seemed to cure her of the tendency."
"I can read lips," Combs said, "but they faced away a lot of the time they were talking."
"Do you believe it's important?" the general asked.
"No. They're Hounds, how important could it be?"
"Someone needs to stay and watch, but the rest of us can go," the general said as he stood. No one mentioned his condition, but he wasn't the only one in the room displaying signs of vicarious arousal.
"I'll stay," Hedrick said. "I've some notes to write up on your… experiment. Are her things here already? Good."
The other flushed watchers filed out of the room. The major looked over at the sleeping young couple. "This next step should be interesting."
Her bed was hard and lumpy. She reached up for her pillow, and found a furry arm under her head. She opened her eyes. She'd have to amend that. The bed was hard, and Kurt was lumpy. She'd slipped off his chest while they napped, and now was snuggled beside him, neither of them wearing a stitch.
Now that her body wasn't singing in ecstasy, she was aware of some new aches and pains. The ones inside her she could understand, but what was with her inner thighs? Apparently, being spread that way stretched her leg muscles in a new way, because they hurt.
She thought maybe he'd nipped one of her breasts a little too hard, because she found a scratch she didn't have before. Ah, the perils of a husband with fangs.
Husband. Yes. He was her husband. She was his wife. A smile curled her lips and she began to nibble on his chin and jaw line. She'd just reached his ear when his eyes opened.
"Wuff?" he said sleepily, his hands rising to fend her off.
"Do you really want to do that?" she breathed into his pointed ear.
He froze, and breathed in deeply. "Kätzchen," he murmured. His eyes focused, and he smiled at her. He leaned forward and kissed her. "A much better awakening than last time, ja?"
"Speak for yourself, lover. I hurt all over… but I'm okay," she hastened to add when his face turned almost comic in concern.
"Are you alright, liebe? I tried not to hurt you…"
"I'll live. Besides the… inside, I have some pretty sore muscles, and this…" She showed him the scratch, and he immediately bent to kiss it.
"I'm sorry about this. I should have been more careful."
The door to the adjoining room opened slightly, and they stiffened. The major's voice came in to them. "Please get dressed." They got up and fumbled into their clothes. Kurt skipped his stained boxers, stuffing them into the thigh pocket.
Kitty took longer to dress. Her legs shook with fatigue when she put weight on them and bending over hurt. A lot. He helped her pick up her clothes, and he sat and put her socks on for her while she got her bra and suit top pulled on. She got her boots on, but only lightly laced them, stuffing the excess strings inside.
She limped into the other room with him. The major observed her movements. "Do you need to visit the clinic?"
"I don't think so, sir," she said. "I think it's mostly strain."
"Very well, follow me, both of you." He led them to the hall, where a familiar battered hand truck waited, loaded with a trunk and some boxes. "If you'd take that, Nightcrawler?" He took them through the carrier, and soon Kitty started recognizing places. This was the way to Kurt's quarters.
They stopped outside his door. "From now on you will be sharing quarters with him. The two of you are excused from work tomorrow, both shifts. She will report to the clinic Monday morning if she still feels unable to work by then. Otherwise, she has duty with her laundry detail. Besides that, the standard rules now apply to both of you. Dinner is in the dining hall, but your other meals may be here. Allow extra time to go to and from anywhere in the upper decks. Any questions?"
Kurt said no, and she shook her head, bouncing a little, with a wince. She was going to stay with him, here? How did she get so lucky? The major left, and they watched until the elevator doors shut on him. Kurt turned and kissed her, and with great ceremony, he carried her over his doorstep. Then he put her down and brought in the truck.
"Draw a hot bath, liebe. That will be just the thing to soak those aches of yours. I'll get things put away."
"Oh, you're a life saver. I'm starting to feel like a creaky old lady." She held onto the wall, and moved to the bathroom, after he carried her trunk past the sheet/curtain. She started the water, and got it filling while he rummaged in the hall closet and carried in extra towels while she was trying to undress. He put them down and assisted her.
He smiled at her. "You certainly don't look like an old lady." He helped her settle in to the tub, and she sighed with relief. He undressed, and put a folded towel on the tub side at the tap end. He sat on it, facing her, perching comfortably on the edge, his legs stretched out, and his feet gripping for balance. He smiled as she soaked in a warm silence. His tail trailed in the water, making little currents around her.
"You keep smiling like that, and your face is going to hurt," she said after a while. It was probably about time to actually wash, anyway.
"I can't help it, I am so happy you are here, and they are allowing us to be together. I don't trust the reasons why, but I don't want to think about it just now."
"Me neither. Gotta have some dastardly plot in mind. They're Shield."
"Ja. It's in the job description, I think." His tail end slid around her knee, making curling motions. "I'm sorry you hurt so much."
She shrugged and started washing. "It's the way God made us. Makes us think twice about getting involved in sex before we're ready. I feel better after this soak, love. The strain will ease, and the inside will heal. Your turn."
She levered herself up, and she did feel a lot better. She got out of the bath, and he took her place, handing her the towel he'd sat on. He didn't linger, just washed quickly and got out again. They helped each other dry off, more or less, chuckling when their respective efforts proved to be more of a hindrance than a help, especially on her part. Apparently, there was an art to drying a full body coat of fur.
His belly growled when he was mostly dry, and her hands were shaking. "We need to eat something," he said, steering her into the kitchen.
"I had dinner, and I'm not hungry," she complained.
"You're body needs fuel, whether you feel it or not. That's what the shaking hands mean." He frowned, looking off. "You have low blood sugar."
"Where did you learn that?" she said. She sat wrapped in a towel at his… at their kitchen table, as he rummaged through the fridge, feeling a twisted sense of déjà vu.
"I was an aerialist and an athlete. Those who stress the body for a living need to know how to properly care for it." He poured juice and pressed the glass into her hands, then poured some for himself. He put two pears on the table and made two quick meat and cheese sandwiches. "Fruit, for quick energy, and the sandwich for sustained stability."
She sipped the juice, and then finished it thirstily. She picked up the pear and took a bit. "What, no apples?" She smiled at him mischievously.
He answered with a serious smile. "Not this week, although from you… pomegranates would be better, O fairest among women." He stroked a hand from her temple to her shoulder.
Ouch. "Kurt, stop it. Don't tease me." She looked away, her eyes stinging from unshed tears.
He flowed around the table to meet her eyes, staring into her. "I do not tease. I speak from the eyes of my heart. Solomon said it rightly: 'Behold thou art fair, my love. Behold, thou art fair.' Look in my eyes, Kätzchen. I speak the simple truth."
She looked. His whole posture expressed his earnestness, and there was only warmth and love in his golden eyes. She lowered her gaze.
"I know you don't understand it, liebe. But no more do I understand why you love me, despite… this." He gestured at himself. "I merely accept the happy fact that you do, with humble gratitude. You have accepted my love, and my hand in marriage. Please accept my ardent admiration."
"All right, Kurt," she managed a smile for him. "I thought you had better taste, though."
He grinned at her. "Are you fishing for another compliment? But, I wouldn't know about my taste. You, however, taste excellently." He licked his lips.
"Kurt!" she said flushing. Then she remembered something. "Kurt, what's your last name?"
"Hm? Wagner, like the composer. Kurt Wagner. Why?"
"Wagner." She pronounced the 'w' like a 'v' the way he did. "Just wanted to tasted it on my tongue. Kurt and Katherine Wagner."
He smiled, cocking his head to the side. She sighed. "It's a girl thing, I guess. Since we change our name when we marry, we like to test what it sounds like. This sounds good."
"Yes it does. Kätzchen Wagner. That sounds very good. But if I may ask, what was your maiden name?"
Pryde. P-R-Y-D-E. My name was Kitty Pryde."
"Okay. Frau Wagner, eat your sandwich." His tail-tip pushed it closer to her.
"Jawohl, meister? Wagner… Is that right?" He play-frowned at her and she hurriedly took a big bite, trying not to choke as she giggled around it. She swallowed and kept eating.
"Herr Wagner would be the appropriate address,liebe. I'm not your master."
She nodded, and finished. She put her plate in the sink, and was caught by surprise by a huge yawn.
He came up behind her and put his arms around her. "Time for bed,mein liebe?" He kissed her neck.
She turned in his grasp, and the towel fell from her. "I guess I am," she said, and danced naked from his arms, leaving him holding the cloth. He growled, dropping it, and stalked after her.
She passed the curtain and was met by a curious sight. The near half of the room bore the homey little touches of someone living there, but the far side looked abandoned; neat, but unused. That was all she had a chance to see before he snatched her off the ground and tossed her onto the bed.
She squeaked, and was pounced on by a naked furry elf. He wrapped her in his arms, growling softly, as they squirmed under the covers and cuddled close.
She thought he was touching her breasts when she fell asleep…