This is the last we have written out, though we have notes for prologue/flashbacks dealing with how it all began, who's still there and what's happened to them as well as how things go from here. Much more plot than smut but we're not sure if we'll bother with it at this point as there doesn't seem to be much interest in the story. So, yeah, if you're reading, if you care at all, drop us a review. For the record, we're perfectly happy with critiques and profoundly amused by flames. Oh, and we probably will stick the whole 'how they ended up together' thing one of these days soon if there's any interest in the how and why of what we realize is a rather unorthodox pairing.

Rogue
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God, if that boy didn't slow down he was bound to hurt himself. At least this time, though, it would be all on him. She was keeping her hands to herself for the most part, and her legs... well, she was trying at least. He drove himself into her, deeper, harder, and she gripped onto the pew harder, the gibberish (and she was positive that that's all it was) he was muttering into her ear making her want to tighten her legs around him, pull him in, bury him deeper than he thought he was able to go... but he seemed to be doing a good job of that on his own. She groaned, tilting her hips further and the friction of his body against her, brushing steadily against just about all of the sensitive areas pushed her closer and closer and... "Oh, God."

The pew cracked, a big chunk of it coming off in her hand, and she looked at the splintered wood for a split second before dropping it to the floor behind the pew and looking up as Kurt slowed down, planting kisses down the front of her face and finally stopping at her mouth, body moving consistently slower but no less maddeningly. Reaching up, she ran her hand along his hairline, down behind his ear and eventually back to his spine, circling to rest on his waist once she could no longer reach. Pulling him down into her somewhat gently, she brushed the hand still covered in splinters off on the top of the pew and held his face, savoring the feeling of his mouth against hers, lips- skin - touching with no barrier, and moaning. It seemed like just yesterday things had to be done through a protective layer, always hesitating, thinking far too much. Now it was more about the actions, and while they still had to be careful, it was for entirely different reasons. She could feel him inside her. Nothing in the way, just Kurt.

A breeze swept gently through the building, fluttering through the plastic sheets that covered the broken windows and disturbing the candles, ruffling his fur ever so slightly. Her hand moved from his face to his back, pushing his fur up against the grain, forming a small ridge on his back, then petting it down again, all the while continuing to urge him on with her other hand. What she wanted more than anything at that moment, was to feel him explode inside her, the sticky heat that she could swear she could feel spreading inside her, and the thought of it brought her close to the edge again.

Unhooking one of her legs from around him, she braced it against the bottom of the pew with a groan as the angle changed once again, her heel driving into the seat, pressing through the wood with a muffled crunch as she gasped his name.

Kurt
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The feeling of her body contracting around him, pulling him in deeper, was indescribable, and he pulled back to look down at her as she came, panting with the effort of holding back as he watched the waves of pleasure pass over her. He'd tease her later about the pew - one more thing to add to the long and ever-expanding list of things she'd broken during sex. So long as he wasn't added to it he didn't really give a damn - but for now he had other priorities.

Trailing his lips across her face, down to her mouth, he focused his attention on slowing down, on feeling...every...last...inch of her, naked beneath and around him in a way he'd never imagined would be possible...on driving her back to that edge and keeping her there as long as he possibly could.

It was no less urgent now, just lest rushed, and he thrust deep into her, exploring her mouth thoroughly as she brushed gentle fingers along his face, stroked her way down his spine. He shivered slightly as a breeze brushed across them, ruffling his fur and blowing the few indigo locks still long enough to reach across his eyes. His tail had curled around her calf at some point, squeezing and releasing in rhythm with his movements inside her body, but now it snaked free, the sensitive spade brushing teasingly up the inside of her thigh before dipping briefly into the wet heat where their bodies joined.

She was ruffling the fur of his back against the nap and then smoothing it down again in the same rhythm he was stroking into her, the pew rocking steadily with each thrust. He pushed up slightly, panting as he watched her through hooded golden eyes, his tail moving again, up her belly to play with the cool metal of the barbell in her navel before tracing a still slightly damp trail from there to circle a dark nipple.

Jesu, she was so verdammt beautiful, and the pressure was still building, tensing his muscles and making it harder and harder to keep to the pace he'd set himself. Leaning down with a groan he ran his tongue across the path his tail had left, the taste of her musky and intoxicating and he latched onto her turgid nipple, rolling it with his tongue as his tail slipped down again. She shifted then, bracing a foot against the bottom of the pew, changing the angle of her hips and dragging a muffled groan from him in response.

Wood splintered as she gasped his name, pulsing tight and hot around his cock, pulling him into her at the same time as it pushed him closer to the edge. The ache was almost unbearable now and his rhythm faltered, his breath coming in short, panting gasps against the skin of her breast as he tried to keep control. He wasn't ready for it to be over yet...

Rogue
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As she splintered the back of the pew, her eyes flickered for a second over to the other partially demolished pews that they'd moved around. Thank God "zombies" was a simple answer that people were willing to accept. Granted, few people knew about their little shrine at the church, but those who did were all close, close friends and while it was no secret that they were together, it was still a little more information than she generally liked to give out about their sex life.

Which was incredible. God, even if the sex had been awful, it still would have been wonderful. Just the fact that she could be so close, that she no longer had to rely on other means was enough. But it was more than that; the sensation had taken on more of a meaning than simple contact, what had started as just a hormonal act had shifted and now held a much larger, much deeper meaning. She wasn't sure exactly when she'd realized that she did truly love him, but as the world came crashing down around them in a slow motion, it became one of the few things that she knew was definite. And as much as she felt for the people who'd died, every single time they came upon another body, were forced to mercy-kill someone who was turning, relief had washed over her because that was one more incident wherein he wasn't the victim.

Long ago, she'd decided that no matter what happened, she was going to try to be just as strong mentally as she had become physically, and for the most part, she'd succeeded, but every time she thought about how easily one of their teammates had been taken, how easily he could be taken, she almost lost it. Thinking about any of that for too long was never a good idea, and Kurt was more than happy to provide ample distraction, remind her of just how alive he was, how alive they still were.

The chill that was always present in the air was completely gone, replaced by a heat that radiated across her entire body, beads of sweat starting to work their way down her face, jarred farther along their trails with each solid thrust. The breeze that swept through the church was quite welcomed, and she trailed her hands along his back, patting down the fur that the breeze had pushed up and then pulling her hand flat across it, pushing it back up again so she could repeat the action. His tail worked its way free from her calf, and it trailed up her leg, sending shivers across her body before it plunged briefly down, eliciting a small groan from her throat.

As the tail worked it's way up her stomach, circling her piercing, the point leaving a quickly cooling trail of moisture in it's wake, she arched her back. It moved on, circling her nipple and soon his mouth was following the path, eventually connecting with her nipple, driving her closer and closer to another release. She moved her leg, needing desperately to brace against something, anything. Unfortunately, the pew wasn't really the best choice for that as he groaned, sending her flying over the edge again, barely choking out his name as her foot went pretty much clear through the bench.

And he just kept on going, mouth still covering her nipple, rocking his body against hers. He was struggling, she could tell. Inhaling as deeply as she could, she tried to bring her breathing back to something closer to normal, stop her head spinning long enough to help him out. Hand going to his chin, she pulled him in for another kiss, the taste of her still lingering on his mouth. Other hand shooting back down to the base of his tail, she broke off the kiss long enough to suggest, "Hold on."

Pulling him against her, one leg still looped haphazardly around his, she raised them slowly into the air, mouth pressing into his, foot pulling out of the pew with another crunch of wood. As she pulled him into her, second hand moving down to join the first on his ass, she continued to rise, stopping once they reached the ledge halfway up the opened bell tower, where one of the few remaining stained glass windows let light filter gently in. She settled them onto the ledge, grateful that the glass distorted the outside world enough that it still seemed beautiful, and broke off the kiss, whispering somewhat hoarsely and accentuating each word with a slight nibble on his ear or by tightening her grip at the base of his tail, "Whenever you're ready."

Kurt
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Jesu...this was the only worship he believed in any more the only time he felt whole and alive. Right here in her arms and between her thighs, feeling the pounding of her heart and the pulsing of her body around him. As she pulled him back up to kiss her, he plunged his tongue into the heat of her mouth, deep and hard, groaning explosively as her other hand went straight to that spot.

"Hold on," was the only warning he got, whispered against his lips as she pulled him more tightly to her. Barely enough time to twine his legs more tightly with hers, his tail snaking around her waist and his arms enfolding her tightly as she lifted them both into the air. Gott...he couldn't get any leverage, couldn't move against her, but it almost didn't matter, because they were flying, naked as God made them and in the sanctuary of His Church and she was lifting them into the rainbow light of one of the last remaining stained glass windows.

He bent to lick beads of sweat, luminescent in the sunset dazzle, from between her breasts as she lowered them gently to a ledge, her head once more pillowed on his hand. Looked down to see vermilion and azure pooled on alabaster skin, staining the silver-gilt of her bangs indigo, blending them with his own as he leaned over her again, gasping, desperate, and pressed his lips to hers, pressed his body into her again. Hard and fast and so close to the edge, needing to fall but still holding on.

And then she was breaking the kiss to put her lips to his ear. Warm brush of breath on the fine fur there, nip of teeth on sensitive skin to punctuate her words in perfect rhythm with the hands working at the base of his tail, with his frantic rocking into the pulsing heat of her body.

"Whenever you're ready."

And, Gott, he'd never be ready. Never be ready for it to end. Wanted her like this every minute of every day, warm and alive and vibrant beneath him and around him. Safe. Had to settle for the few moments they could steal between bringing death and witnessing it and he didn't want to let go, but he couldn't hold on any longer. Slammed into her one last time, deep and hard and almost howling as his whole body tensed and spasmed, filling her.

And it felt like forever, suspended in the heart of a rainbow before the final shocks passed and he collapsed against her, face buried in the sweet curve of her neck where it met her shoulder. Tongue lapping delicately at the salt of her skin, free hand toying gently with her breast as his tail simply held her to him. Safe. His. Felt like another eternity before he had breath enough to whisper, hoarse against her skin. "Du bist verwirrend schoen, Liebste."

Du bist verwirrend schoen, Liebste - you are so beautiful, beloved

Rogue

Granted, being in the air made it harder for the same movements to continue, but it definitely added a certain something to the experience. And if there was a wall handy? With the way that Kurt stuck to things, it was absolutely indescribable. She was half tempted to stop before they reached the window, but the sun would be gone soon, too low in the sky to cast much light in. And there were walls back at the Institute. As she lowered them down again, he put his head down, tongue moving against her skin as the light fanned out from the window, casting a colorful, mosaic-like shadow on the opposite wall of the tower.

She locked lips hungrily with him as he started moving again, feeling him tense up slightly, obviously trying to hold off as long as he could. Pulling her mouth away from his as much to let him breathe as anything else, she leaned in to his ear, nibbling on it and letting him know that he needn't hold out for her benefit. At that point, the only thing that could have possibly ruined it for her was a zombie flying through the window.

Kurt seemed to take the cue and he drove in once more and cried out, a sound that, animalistic as it was, personified humanity in her eyes. She closed her eyes and inhaled sharply as he came, drinking in the sensation, the feeling of him inside her, above her, as his muscles tensed and relaxed sharply and he fell against her. There was a time when he would have held himself up for fear of hurting her. Thank God that phase had passed.

She craned her neck slightly as he tasted her skin, hand moving against her breast, palm flush against the skin, panting. Hands traced down his back once more, massaging the muscles of his lower back as her toes traced lazy zigzags across the bottom of his foot. God, she didn't want to leave, didn't want to have to step out of the safety of the church, the safety of his arms... okay, her arms. She didn't want to step back out into the harsh reality of what the world was. One hand worked its way up to his head, where it raked softly through damp curls, the light from the window casting pools of color on the waves of his hair. It was, in a word, breathtaking.

Her breathing made its way closer to normal as her heart rate slowed, and Kurt whispered against her, bursts of air tickling her neck, "Du bist verwirrend schoen, Liebste." She sighed, smiling and still stroking his head, as she reminded him, "Hon, I don't speak German."

Not that it mattered. Didn't need to speak the same language to get the gist of what he was saying. She held him closer, sighing into the top of his head. "How long you figure we can stay here 'til they send out a search party?"

Kurt
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The feel of her hands stroking across his fur, raking through his hair. The soft rise and fall of her chest as her breathing slowly regularized. Warmth of her skin beneath his cheek and the taste of her against his tongue. All bathed in radiant pools of light as the sun cast its last rays through the massive window behind them, sent their shadows dancing on the wall below...he didn't want to move, despite the hard stone beneath them and the fall chill setting in, and a low, steady purr thrummed through his chest as he held her to him, whispered endearments against the sweat-damp skin of her throat as he pulled reluctantly from her body.

"Hon, I don't speak German." she reminded him, and he could hear the smile in her voice, didn't need to lift his head to see it. But he did anyway, because it was something he'd never get tired of...and saw too rarely anymore. Dropped a teasing kiss on the end of her nose before working his way down to her lips to kiss her long and slow before speaking again, voice vibrating, warm and rough, with his unabated purr.

"As many times as you've absorbed me," he kissed her again, rough tongue tracing out to her ear where he paused to nibble at her earlobe before continuing in a thrumming whisper, "you'd think you'd remember enough." He slipped down her neck again, licking and kissing a trail to the hollow of her throat, where he sucked lightly for a moment, pulling the blood to the surface before looking up again, "to know when I'm telling you." He pushed himself up once more, weight on his forearms so he could look straight down at her, reached to gently cup her cheek in one calloused hand as he leaned down to kiss her again before whispering his final words against her lips, "that you're dazzling."

He pulled back again, fingers sliding up to push tendrils of sweat-damp hair back from her face, watching the kaleidoscope on her skin slowly begin to fade as the sun slipped farther down. "Dankeschoen, Leibe," he told her, his chest vibrating solidly against hers as he smiled down at her. "It was...wunderschoen," and he glanced up at the window above them with a smile, knowing she'd understand that he meant all of it, but especially bringing them up here to be washed in the light. Hoping that she'd understand that he also meant every quiet minute they snatched from the chaos that had consumed their lives. "Du bist wunderschoen."

She held him closer, sighing into the top of his head as he settled back against her breast, his chest still vibrating contentedly against hers. "How long you figure we can stay here 'til they send out a search party?"

Closing his eyes, he nuzzled his face into her neck, his purr stuttering a bit at the reminder of the world beyond the window, the one washed in the crimson of blood, not stained glass. "We have time yet," was all he said, trailing his fingers lightly down her belly to toy with her piercing, not elaborating that it was because it was so close to dark they'd not likely risk a search party no matter how concerned they might be. Didn't want to think about that. Wanted two more minutes thinking of nothing but how good she felt against him, how he'd gladly take her again, right now, if they didn't need to get going before someone did start to seriously worry.

Rogue
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He looked up at her, planting a kiss on her nose teasingly and then moving to her mouth as the cold hit her body, the breeze coming in from the shattered windows across the tower and chilling the sweat that had collected on her. She leaned into the kiss, letting it linger until he opened his mouth and pulled back just far enough to reply, his tongue making a wet trail to her earlobe, "As many times as you've absorbed me, you'd think you'd remember enough." Her hand worked across his back as he moved down to her neck, sucking gently in a manner that should have left a mark, but wouldn't. Not anymore. Looking up, he continued, "to know when I'm telling you." She smiled up at him as he pushed himself up, hand cupping her cheek and leaning in for another kiss, whispering against her, "that you're dazzling."

Reaching down, she wove her fingers around his tail as he pulled back and pushed hair out of her face, voice rumbling in his chest as he thanked her rather unnecessarily, "Dankeschoen, Leibe. It was...wunderschoen." He looked up at the window and she smiled, knowing full well what he meant. Any time at all that they could get away from killing the undead and burying innocent bystanders was cherished. "Du bist wunderschoen."

She pulled him in, holding him as she sighed into his head and cast a glance outside, the dimming light reminding her of how late it was probably getting. "How long you figure we can stay here 'til they send out a search party?" She felt him start a bit, and immediately regretted having brought up what lay outside the stone walls of the church. "We have time yet," he replied, fingers tracing to her navel. She nodded, kissing the top of his head again and whispering, "Not nearly enough."

Her arms wrapped tighter as she held him, leaning into the warmth that his body provided and trying her best to ignore the cool air that was hitting them, giving up after about a minute. Sighing, she slowly sat up, pulling him briefly onto her lap as she lifted off the ledge and kissed him, slowly lowering them to the broken pew below. There was a movement outside, a flash of red that she tried to ignore as she settled them back onto the hard wood bench. It didn't really matter. Zombies were too weak to break down the barricades. Eyes flickering to the candles, she sighed. Two of them had blown out, Scott's and the Professor's. Leaning, she reached into the pocket of the discarded cargos, fishing out the matches and half walking, half levitating herself to the rack. Striking a match, she relit the candles silently then headed back to the bench, gathering her clothes and tugging them on, trying her best to not to look at the candles for too long. She hated that they had to go, but she hated the idea of becoming nothing but a memorial herself. And it'd gotten to the point where the others were more likely to mourn them than to actually seek them out.

She lifted her chest plate from the ground, latching it into place and reaching for her boots. Head jerking toward the broken main window, she cleared her throat and broke the silence reluctantly but unavoidably as she slipped the boots on. "There's something out there. I couldn't tell what, but I'd be willing to bet that it should be dead."

Kurt
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"Not nearly enough."she answered, and she was right, but that was one thing they never were likely to have enough of. Even the nights were so rarely theirs, not with him so often on night patrols because of his vision, not to mention that he was nocturnal by nature to begin with. So much of what they had was, like today, precious minutes here or there chiseled out of time they likely should have spent doing other, vastly more important, things that he couldn't have cared less about so long as he could hold her like this.

But, like she'd said, it wasn't nearly long enough and soon the cool air was raising goosebumps on naked flesh and even the warmth of him pressed against her wasn't proof against the cold. When she sighed and pulled him into her lap as easily as a child he smiled wryly, wrapping his tail around her waist and leaning into the touch of her lips on his as she lifted them both into the air. Sweet and gentle and over too soon as she settled them back into the broken pew in the equally broken Church.

At the sound of her sigh he finally let her go, gaze shifting to follow hers. Oh. Something hitched in his chest at the sight of the two snuffed candles and his hands and tail flexed restlessly as she fished the matches from his discarded pants and drifted over to relight them. It wasn't much, perhaps it really and truly was nothing...but he needed the light and he sighed in relief as they flickered back into erratic life. And for a while he simply watched the flames, mesmerized by the dancing light, as she gathered her clothes and began to dress.

Over. Their time here was over now and he finally snaked his tail out, tugging his filthy pants over so that he could slip them on. He tugged them absently up his hips, though they slipped right back down again, his tail really the only thing that kept them on at all anymore, with the weight he'd dropped these last few weeks. Looked up just in time to see her latch her chest plate back in place and reach for her boots. He wanted to reach out and touch her, brush the ever-wayward hair from her eyes, rub his thumb across the sweet spot behind her ear, and he watched hungrily, almost entranced, until she cleared her throat and jerked her head towards the window they'd entered through.

"There's something out there. I couldn't tell what, but I'd be willing to bet that it should be dead."

And that was a bet he wouldn't take, because anything moving out there this close to dark that wasn't them was sure to be...them. Grimacing in distaste, he pushed his hands through unruly curls and followed her gaze, considering their options. Whatever it was couldn't likely get in through the barricades...not unless there were enough to flatten them beneath a tide of flesh...and they could easily get out under Rogue's power. But every...creature...they left out here was one more they - or someone else - would simply have to face later.

"Do you want to deal with it, Liebe, or should we leave it for another time?" He hesitated even asking the question, though, knowing that, if they chose to leave, the monster out there could be the one that destroyed some other innocent life, because they hadn't taken the time to send it properly to the grave it never should have risen from...