Sorry it took so long to update, school and stuff. Had a lot to do, birthday and stuff. I'm finally 16.

hope you like.

And if you have any ideas or wishes for the next chapter let me know.

C: 6 D. D. L-desire, drive and love.

Kurt lay there looking at her face, way did this beauty want to end her life? And like that?

Kurt didn't know way she would do that. It hurt him to think about it. His Katzchen would never kill her self. He was going to find out...

She was sleeping, her breath calm and quiet. Her chest rising and sinking with the rhythm of her breathing. It was the first good night sleep in a long time for her. He knew that.

She had held him in her arms when he cried. He wanted to do the same for her. But he had to know way she did what she did first.

Her beautiful lips so desirable. He wondered what they would taste like. Moving closer and closer to her face, his curiosity taking over him. He placed his lips against hers in a soft kiss. This was something he had wanted to do for a long time.

Kitty awoke bay the soft and warm feeling on her lips. Opening her eyes she saw Kurt's closed eyelids. His lips coved hers. Closing her eyes again she returned the kiss. Moving her hands, one to the back of his neck and the other one in his long hair. Deepening the kiss.

Kurt was surprised that she responded like that to it and not pushed him away. Not long after there kiss becoming more and more intense, his tongue begging for entry. And Kurt moved so he was on top of her. His hand exploring the outline her body. The other one struggling to get comfortable against the handcuffs.

Because of the fur Kitty felt safe with Kurt. The way he never did any thing without asking if it was okay, and never going to fast. And he wasn't like him.

They broke the kiss so they could breath. And looked in each others eyes. Kurt took it upon himself to start undressing her. Taking of her nightgown. '

Bout of them had only used clothes that were easy to get on for the most. Kurt never going with a shirt and Kitty using strap less items or items that could open the straps on, like her nightgown. Because of the handcuffed part.

Sliding of her silk nightgown and removing her panties. Kitty tensed a little by the feeling of his 'hardness' against her. Something Kurt noised.

''Keety, are you alright?'' Kurt asked.

''Yeah I'm fine.'' she answered. Kurt looked at her confused, but didn't say more as Kitty kissed him full on. Needing the reasoners of him. After the kiss broke Kurt moved his hand to the waistband of his pants.

In her head Kitty was screaming in fear. She had felt him against her and she was now sure it would hurt again. Even if it was Kurt, her friend, her best friend and her secret crush.

The memory of him and his touch came to mind, and how that had hurt. And he had bin brutal, but his tent was small in comparison to the average young men, but it had hurt as hell. Kurt on the other hand had to be ginormous, she could only Imagen how that would hurt.

Kurt had slide his pants half way when he suddenly stopped still in his tracks. His turned his head towards the door. He had heard something. ''Kurt what's wrong?''

He just looked at her and dragged his pants back up and mouthed 'Logan'. He picked up her nightgown from the floor and handed her it. She quickly put it on. She pushed him of and mouthed 'underwear?' to him. He smirked and said ''don'zt bother. I have got em.'' He said and waved his tail with her panties on it. ''Give it.'' she said trying to grab it but he pushed her away giggling ''Finderz creeperz. You gezt zhem back vhen I get my action.'' he winked at her and put it in his secret stuff chest. Before she could say anything they heard the door knob turn and they pretended to be asleep. Kurt actually falling asleep with in minutes and Kitty short after.

Not that Logan didn't notice.

Logan sat down at Kurt's desk. He could not believe the things he had bin told just as he enter his home. Kitty tried to kill her self, no cant be true! His half-pint would never do that. But it was true.

Now he sat there all night watching over the tow teens. His little half-pint and the elf sleeping softly, the elf arms around her shoulder in a protective and possessive manor. The old man had to smile 'at least the elf would never let her go'. Logan came up with a plan. 'I have to get them together... and I know how.'