The Storm: Redemption
Chapter Seventeen
By Gayforkurt
Summary: Famous countertenor Kurt Hummel and billionaire entrepreneur Dave Karofsky must come to terms with the past but bitter feelings make a future for these two headstrong men highly unlikely. This fic is rated M.
A/N 1: Thank you so much to my lovely reviewers and all who have stuck with me through this. You inspire me and, as such, I have no idea when this is going to end. I'm having too much fun with these boys and I hope you are, too.
Disclaimer: Messrs. Ryan, Falchuk, et al are the owners of my favorite boys. Only the OCs belong to me, alas.
KHDK
Kurt sighed and shifted, still asleep though his body was awakening. He felt warm, his body heavy but thrumming with electricity. He moaned and his eyelids fluttered. Slowly they opened and he wondered what had brought him out of the deep, warm fuzziness that had enwrapped his mind. He stared at the ceiling, trying to get his bearings and wondering at the slight disorientation.
His body convulsed before his mind caught up with it and he moaned at the honeyed tide of feelings rolling through him. He looked down, his breath catching at the sight of David's lips wrapped around his cock, crying out at the sensation of wetness, heat and suction.
"Ahhhh, oh David, oh, sweetie," he sighed, one hand floating down to pet David's hair, his hips undulating to push his cock deeper into the talented mouth.
A soft groan floated up from Dave, his eyes rolling up to stare into Kurt's blue-green orbs, the color darker because of the dilated pupils. Dave had always found Kurt's eyes sexy but when they were making love their beauty was breathtaking. He bobbed his head even as he tried to hold Kurt's gaze but he was cheated as Kurt's heavy lids slammed shut. The singer cried out, spilling into Dave's mouth in slow pulses and Dave slowed his movements, not wanting to over sensitize the spent organ.
Allowing Kurt to slip from his mouth, he watched his dazed lover in the watery early morning light glowing through the curtains. They had a few hours this morning to just bask in each other's company and Dave, having woken up earlier, decided to play with Kurt's luscious body without interruption.
He sighed happily as he looked up at the singer's sated body, enjoying the pink glow to the alabaster skin. Dave thought Kurt was the most fascinating person he'd ever met; the staggering talent coupled with his sharp wit intrigued Dave. However, right now, Kurt's physical perfection was uppermost in his mind and his heated gaze roved greedily over the long, smooth, pale-skinned legs and stopped at one of his favorite parts of his lover's body – his thighs.
If David had had a talent for poetry he would write odes to Kurt's thighs. The singer, knowingly or not, often displayed them in beautifully-cut clothing but now, uncovered, the sight of them made Dave's heartbeat speed up. Dave knew that not many men were inclined to have well-shaped, even curvy thighs and he thanked all the deities real and mythical for giving him these to play with.
His large hands caressed the thighs that were now spread for him. He knelt between them and rubbed the muscles gently as Kurt flexed and stretched his legs as much as was possible in his current position. David hummed to himself as he massaged them, unaware of the dopey little smile on his face. When he heard Kurt's soft giggle he looked up to find him laughing quietly at Dave who blushed sheepishly.
"Is that your favorite part of my body, sweetie?" Kurt's voice was still husky with sleep, the sated sound going straight to Dave's cock that twitched against his leg. Dave nodded, feeling a little silly at being caught objectifying his lover's body.
Kurt continued, his hand stroking down Dave's abdomen, the fingers tickling the treasure trail of slightly coarser hair. "Do you know what my favorite part on you is, besides your eyes?" He smiled as Dave shook his head.
Kurt sat up slowly, scooting back up a bit so he could lean against the stack of pillows. Dave watched him, hunger darkening his eyes to a warm golden color.
"I love your chest, because it's muscular and hairy and when I'm on my back and you're pounding into me, the hair rubs against my nipples and that … feels …. sooo good…"
Kurt punctuated his statement with nips and little licks to David's chest, loving the way the other man felt against his mouth. He could feel the rumble of David's soft groans and he decided to up the ante by tweaking the tight little nipples just peeking out through the soft mat of silky hair.
Dave's hand came up to grasp the back of Kurt's head as he stared at Kurt's little pink tongue flicking at his skin and tasting him. His cock was leaking now and had gotten harder the first moment Kurt had touched him and he groaned again in anticipation.
Kurt leaned back against the pillows and licked his plump bottom lip, knowing he was turning David on even further. He liked when the sex was rough and deep, but he also liked it when it was slow and soft and he felt as if his orgasm was just rolling over him in deep waves. He pretty much liked it every which way with David but he especially loved it when David looked at him like this, as if he needed Kurt's touch to keep him from falling apart.
He smile softly at his lover, his body open and welcoming, his thighs splayed invitingly and he watched as David swallowed hard before he reached out to touch.
Dave felt as if his body was burning up, just from the way Kurt was watching him with that slow burn in his eyes as if there was nowhere else he'd rather be. His hands moved up Kurt's legs now, slowly, from the slender ankles up to his sweet thighs. At a nod from Kurt he plucked the lube from the bedside table, almost fumbling it as he squirted some on his fingers, and dropped it onto the bed. His hand moved between Kurt's cheeks, fingers finding his pucker unerringly and sinking in gently.
Kurt moaned at the feel of David's thick fingers prepping him with loving care, flexing and scissoring him to accommodate him with ease. Truthfully, this was one of Kurt's favorite parts - the way a considerate lover took the time to prepare him, ratcheting up his arousal and making him pant in anticipation.
Dave watched as Kurt's hips undulated, his hard, pink cock bobbing against his tight belly. If sensory overload were possible, Dave knew he would never get to the other part of loving Kurt; the sight, the sounds, even the scent of his lover was overwhelming. He added another finger for caution's sake, grinning as Kurt cried out when Dave rubbed his happy button gently.
Finally, he rose up on his knees, grasped Kurt's hips and yanked him closer, startling a little yelp from his lover. Dave chuckled softly as he lined himself up with Kurt's hole, his lover's ankles over draped over his shoulders. He looked down at Kurt who was trying to pout at him but he smiled, stroking a thigh as he asked if he was ready.
At Kurt's quick nod, he slid in slowly, groaning at the luscious heat and not stopping until he was buried as far as he could go. He waited for a moment, giving Kurt time to adjust and, at his slight nod, Dave withdrew and sank in again, a little faster.
He loved the soft, little hitching sound to Kurt's voice as Dave's cockhead dragged across his prostate and, wanting to hear it again, he repeated the motion.
Kurt's head lolled back on the pillow, his body feeling full and hard and soft all at the same time. He cried out again as David sank in and he clenched his ass around him, determined to get the man as hot and bothered as he was. He laughed softly when Dave groaned and he squeezed him again, feeling triumphant when a shudder ran through the larger man's heavy body.
Dave looked down at the pleased little smirk wreathing Kurt's lips and thought, 'yeah? Well, two can play that game!' and pulled out only to plunge back in faster. Kurt gasped, his eyes closing tightly as he clung to Dave's shoulders. The man surged into him, over and over and Kurt groaned, feeling as if his body was overloading on sensations.
Rising up slightly to adjust his angle somewhat, Dave gazed down at Kurt's rapturous expression even as his hips sped up. He'd planned a slow fuck but, damn, Kurt's hot channel just seemed to suck him in and he felt heat and tension building in the small of his back as he fucked him harder.
Kurt moved his legs from David's shoulders to wrap them tightly around his waist, his lover groaning at the feel as he tightened around him.
Dave knew he wouldn't last much longer so he moved one hand to grasp Kurt's cock and he began to jack him swiftly, enjoying the sound of Kurt's voice as he cried out, begging Dave to fuck him, fuck him good.
Dave slammed into the lush ass, his cock feeling ready to explode and his eyes clenched shut as he concentrated on fucking Kurt into the bed while jerking him off to a quicker climax.
Kurt cried out, his voice going up an octave as David slammed into his prostate over and over and when he flew over the edge, his screams carried through the doors of the master suite and down the hallway, waking the other man there.
Dave, almost blind and deaf when his climax roared through him, fell forward unto his hands, his hips writhing as he pumped his come deep into Kurt's clutching passage. He gasped and shuddered as his body strove to gulp in great lungfuls of air, his expression almost pained and his butt clenched to push himself deeper into his beautiful lover.
The lovers panted and gasped, clinging to each other as their bodies struggled to recover, their racing hearts beating almost in tandem. Dave rolled off of Kurt onto his back and Kurt rolled with him, laying his head onto his lover's damp, heaving chest. Gathering enough wits to drag the sheets and duvet up and over them, Kurt smiled to himself, loving the heavy, luxurious feeling in his body.
Dave stroked his hand up and down Kurt's back, loving the feel of the long, slender body cuddling beside him. The world and its cold reality was kept at bay for a little while so he could enjoy this long-awaited comfort – lying in bed with Kurt.
Kurt smiled to himself, loving the feel of being petted and he hummed softly as his breathing settled down to a slower rhythm. The two men dozed off, warm and sated, sleeping the sleep of the satisfied and never moving from each other's arms.
KHDK
Puck flung his arms over his head, squeezing the pillow on his face tighter so the sounds from outside were more muffled. Shit, listening to Dave do Kurt was driving him insane; his dick was so hard it hurt. For some reason he didn't want to jerk off while they were in the suite with him, it just seemed disrespectful, somehow.
He groaned and flopped over onto his stomach, his mind wandering as his body calmed. The noises from the master bedroom had abated and he relaxed, hoping that the two lovebirds were done for now. He ran over the day's duty roster in his mind, hoping to distract himself from the memory of Kurt's screams and how the sound had shot straight to his dick.
After nearly ten minutes of continued silence, he took a chance and left his room, heading towards the small kitchen area so he could start some coffee. He'd give the men another half hour before he roused them to start their day. It was already nearly ten o'clock and he knew Dave had important calls to make and he, Puck, had to contact the security detail so they could meet Kurt.
He smirked as he leaned against the counter scratching his bare torso. The projected scene with Kurt meeting his guys and their reaction to Kurt ought to be really interesting. He wanted Dave to be present, also, so they'd better get cracking before Kurt had to turn up at the theatre for his pre-show meetings.
Inside the master bedroom, Dave stirred as he heard Puck moving around outside. His quick glance at the antique ormolu clock on the bedside table showed him it was later than he'd thought and he gave Kurt a quick poke before he got out of bed. He grinned at Kurt's bad-tempered muttering, sure he heard castigations of his parentage somewhere in there.
Dave took his shower, using his own custom-made products, and thought back over the events of the morning. His hands slowed down their movement as his cock filled, the memory of sinking into Kurt's hot, pliant body making his breath come short. He reveled in the feel of his hand stroking himself but he stopped within seconds, realizing that he didn't want to come without Kurt in there with him, and finished his shower quickly.
By the time he'd stepped back into the bedroom wrapped in a toweling robe and scrubbing at his hair with a small towel, Kurt was sitting up, stretching like a cat, his pink lips parted in a yawn. Dave stopped to admire the vision, smiling at the pull and flex of the muscles in his lover's long dancer's body.
"G'morning, sweetheart; slept well?" Dave came over and sat beside Kurt, resisting the urge to start something again. Kurt glared at him, though a little gleam of amusement showed briefly in his eyes.
"Would have been better if someone had let me sleep longer!" His pout was so adorable that Dave didn't hold back in planting a quick hard kiss on it. He slapped Kurt softly on his leg and got up, just missing being whapped with a pillow.
"Come on, we have to meet Puck's team but we'll get breakfast first. Upsy-daisy!" He dragged the covers with him, exposing Kurt to the bedroom's cool air and earning an indignant squawk for his troubles.
Grumbling and cussing beneath his breath, Kurt sauntered into the bathroom, his head held high and backside twitching: "Upsy-daisy, what am I, six? Pfft!"
Dave chuckled to himself as he watched that pretty behind disappear behind the bathroom door, and began to take out clothes he'd stowed in the wardrobe the night before. From behind the bathroom door he could hear Kurt singing one of the pieces he'd done at the Palladium and Dave paused to listen. That boy is truly talented, he grinned to himself and beginning to hum along to the piece as it was one of his favorites, too.
By the time he had only his shirt left to put on, Kurt was back, hair damp and curling cutely around his face. He'd grown it a little longer since he'd been on the island with Dave and the older man thought he looked adorable, all rumpled and moist. He was hard put to stop himself from throwing Kurt back onto the bed and starting something but he knew they had business to get through, and the sooner the better.
He did satisfy himself, however, with stealing a couple of kisses before he dragged on his shirt, heading out into the living room as he buttoned it and wondering where Puck had got to.
Kurt, watching David as he left the bedroom and still reeling a little from the brief yet passionate kisses, touched his swollen bottom lip. He smiled softly, congratulating himself on finding a lover who was not only hot in bed but was affectionate and noticeably kind as well. For some reason, kindness was a big turn on for Kurt and if he'd had the time, he'd have stopped to wonder why that was. As it was, he just shrugged happily before turning to sort out his own attire for the day.
He eventually joined the two men who were sipping coffee and Dave looked up to ask him what he wanted for breakfast as he was about to order room service. The older man almost forgot what he was about to say, his eyes widening slightly as he took in Kurt's appearance. He, and he suspected the rest of the world, was accustomed to seeing Kurt with every hair in place and his clothes looking as if they'd just been seen on some catwalk in Milan or New York. Now, Kurt stepped into the room in tight, washed out jeans and a loose graphic tee, his feet bare and his dark, shiny hair curling every which way.
Puck, too, stared quietly, trying to keep his expression as neutral as he could in the face of Kurt's casual beauty. He was a little uncomfortable with Kurt's outfit because it seemed to deepen the feeling of intimacy that already pervaded the luxury suite. Puck felt again that he wished he could be elsewhere and he thought about bringing up that subject with Dave later.
"Wow," Dave chuckled as Kurt came over, leaned against him and stole his coffee cup. "You're looking pretty relaxed; sexy, but really casual."
Kurt hummed as he sipped the delicious beverage. "Mm-hmm, I don't have to be in until about 4 p.m. I'm just going to relax, maybe do a little shopping if I feel like it. Maybe someone would join me for a late lunch if he could manage to spare some time?"
Dave hugged him to his side and nuzzled his long neck. "Mmmm, maybe someone could work something out. Who knows…?"
Puck rolled his eyes at the almost nauseatingly cute display but smiled as he shook his head. It was good to see them at this point, actually. All that tension and unhappiness from before was on the verge of giving Puck an ulcer so this was a very welcome change.
"Uhm, guys, I think we should order now. The team should be here in about an hour." He grinned as the two pulled apart reluctantly and Dave handed a menu to Kurt.
The singer pursed his lips at Puck, lowering his eyebrows and trying to look menacing. Puck just raised an eyebrow and waited for him to choose his breakfast; no, at this point it was brunch.
Nearly 90 minutes later, after scarfing down an embarrassing amount of food, the three men relaxed with their last cups of coffee and Dave and Puck ran over the team specs as they awaited the others.
Kurt busied himself with more exploring and ended up strolling out onto the terrace to admire the view it afforded him. When he heard the doorbell, he knew the team had arrived but he made no move just yet to go back inside. He'd been staring out over the tops of the trees closest to the hotel and his mind had just floated away on a tide of satiety.
Inside, Puck introduced his team to Dave, the men being respectful but not obsequious. They knew for whom they worked and, being consummate professionals, had researched as much as they could about their new employer. Over the years they had dealt mostly with Puck as their immediate superior but now, meeting Dave for the first time, they were a little taken aback by his warmth and approachability. They'd only ever heard about the ruthless and reclusive billionaire David Karofsky. Here, in this luxury hotel suite, they were getting to meet, also, Dave Karofsky, the man.
Dave relaxed after the introductions and the men all seated themselves around the huge dining table. Puck led off with an overview of what had happened and why they were there.
He then went on to hand out printouts of their schedules and rotations, telling them they would have to memorize the information before destroying the documents. There were to be no weak links in the protection detail and having revealing information lying around would be rookie mistake.
Puck issued the men with identical timepieces that were synchronized to the very second, a number of high-tech radio devices that would use a dedicated encoded frequency and also new, untraceable mobile phones. Besides all that, the men would also be using various high-powered yet discreet vehicles. The only time they would use the limousine would be when David was accompanying Kurt to an official function, like the upcoming royal command performance.
And speaking of Kurt, Dave got up to retrieve his sleepy lover, knowing that their early morning workout was taking a slight toll on the younger man. Kurt actually needed a nap before heading out for the evening's performance and Dave was going to have Puck see that he got it.
He stepped out onto the terrace and smiled as he watched Kurt, sitting with his feet up on the parapet, a dreamy expression on his serene face.
"Hey, sweetheart, you okay?" He stooped beside the reclining singer and stroked his cheek. Kurt opened his eyes to look sleepily up at his lover, squinting a little in the bright sunshine. He nodded and gave Dave his hand to help him up. Dave obliged him and the two stepped back into the suite, stopping as all eyes turned towards them.
To say the four newcomers were surprised would be accurate. When they'd found out the mission was to protect their boss' lover, for some reason they'd assumed that lover was a woman. Hadn't they heard the man was almost engaged to some snobby blue-blood or other? Discreet looks passed among them along with hints of amusement and curiosity. They rose to their feet, prepared for the introductions.
Dave nodded at Puck as he led Kurt over to the waiting men; Puck smirked as he took in the varying reactions. "Kurt, this is your security detail. Let me introduce first, our team-leader, Ian. I'll just go with first names for now."
The extremely tall, bald man with the serious eyes stuck out his hand to the singer who took it graciously with a little smile. The man's eyes did a quick and disturbingly thorough survey of Kurt as he murmured a quiet hello.
Puck didn't waste time, moving on to a dark-skinned man in what Kurt recognized as a Perry Ellis ensemble. Kurt recognized a fellow fashionista and his smile broadened slightly. "This is Xavier," Puck continued and watched as the man raised Kurt's smaller hand to his lips. Smarmy mother_, Puck grinned to himself.
"Next up is Julian," and held back a chuckle as the blond Brit raised a cool eyebrow before nodding to Kurt politely. "And last, but by no means least, we have the youngest team member, Devon."
The curly-haired security specialist grinned hugely as he waved at Kurt, and then shot a fake annoyed glare at Puck. "Hello, Kurt, nice to meet you. Well, it would be nice under other circs… uhm, you know what I mean, yeah?" He broke off, color flooding his face charmingly as he realized he was rambling, and Kurt laughed out loud.
"Well, gentlemen, it is a pleasure to meet you," he murmured, his voice low and just on the edge of being seductive. Kurt watched as the men's eyes widened at the sound of his voice. For people who had never met him and didn't know about him, it always came as a slight shock that he sounded so much like a woman. He took a seat at the table and all the men seated themselves as well.
He looked at them with a slight smirk in his eyes, giving them time to rearrange whatever preconceptions they'd had before meeting him. Strangely enough, Julian was the only one from whom he could pick up any vibes. The blond had flushed at the sound of Kurt's voice and his pupils had dilated, two unmistakable signs of arousal. Kurt glanced around at the others, noting only increased levels of curiosity and waited for the questions. Of course, Devon was the first to speak; well actually blurt.
"Wow, your voice is fantastic!" And he blushed again before looking apologetically over at Dave.
Puck laughed and decided to help the kid out. "Yeah, Kurt here is actually THE Kurt Hummel; the West End's only countertenor at the moment and one of the stars of the opera 'A Midsummer Night's Dream'."
A funny little sound from Julian brought all eyes to bear on him and Puck leaned forward. "Yes, Julian, you wanted to say something?"
The blond shook his head slightly, obviously trying to appear the cool professional again, but answered curtly. "Not really, just that I had only recently been to see the show but I did not recognize Mr. Hummel at first."
Kurt giggled, a light, high sound that drew all attention. "At first; do you recognize me now, you mean?"
Julian looked directly into his eyes. "Why, yes, of course. You're 'Oberon, King of the Fairies'."
Kurt nodded, a little smile on his full pink lips and Julian's eyes dropped involuntarily to them before he forced them back up to Kurt's eyes.
Kurt, deciding to give the uncomfortable man a break, turned towards the others. "What exactly is it that you gentlemen do, if it's okay to ask?" He looked first at Dave, who nodded, and then at Puck.
Puck proceeded to give him the same rundown that he'd given Dave the night before, outlining all the men's special skills and abilities. He didn't elaborate on their sexuality, figuring that Kurt would work it out for himself eventually. Keeping that fact back wouldn't affect their ability to get the job done, which was, of course, to protect Kurt.
Puck nodded to Dave who understood it as his cue to explain things further to the men. "I recently broke off my relationship with The Honorable Emma Smythe-Heffley," and here the men nodded knowingly. "She has indicated her extreme displeasure with that action and made certain threats; though they were vague, I do not intend to dismiss them out of hand.
"You will be issued with photos of her, her brothers and her closest confidantes and friends. None of them is to be allowed anywhere near Mr. Hummel or myself. I will not receive any correspondence from her, her friends or family and will not be in communication with her, her friends or family at any time."
He looked at each of the men with a grim stare, taking their measure and letting them know silently that he was deadly serious. The men each nodded, just as serious, for they knew how dangerous even the most seemingly harmless person could be. Also, they knew that family members and friends could become part of the threat, especially if strong emotions were involved.
He nodded at Puck who concluded the briefing by outlining the roster for Kurt, checking that it would be okay with him before turning to the men. "So, as of this evening, Kurt, who has to leave for the theatre by 3:30 p.m. will be accompanied by… Devon." He nodded at the youngest member with a smile.
"Then at 4 p.m., Devon will be relieved by…" and he paused.
Julian raised a large, pale hand languidly, indicating he knew he was on at that time, and Puck continued: "At 8 p.m., Xavier will take over … you're on until 12 midnight." The dark-skinned man smiled at Kurt, his teeth startlingly white against his skin.
"Tomorrow at 8 a.m., Ian will be on until noon and then Devon from noon until 4 p.m. I'm doing the midnight to 8 a.m. shift, obviously."
One of the men questioned the brevity of their shifts, only four hours each, and Puck explained it was a new strategy he'd devised to throw off any stalkers. The men nodded, having worked in the past for various celebrities, so they knew the deal.
Wrapping things up, Puck thanked the men for coming and said he'd talk to them later. As they trooped out of the luxury suite, they each nodded to Dave and Kurt, some of them taking a longer look at Kurt before exiting.
Puck watched the exchanges and smiled. He had deliberately kept them in the dark about Kurt's identity, wanting to see their honest reactions to the singer. It wasn't that he thought they'd have a problem, seeing they were all gay, it was just Puck wanting to see their reactions to Kurt, specifically.
Kurt looked over at the tanned man and smiled knowingly. "You wretch, you deliberately didn't tell them anything about me, did you?"
Dave intervened, grabbing Kurt's hand and kissing it more intimately than Xavier had done. He grinned as Kurt smiled at him. "I agree with Puck's strategy, sweetheart; I wanted to see their initial reaction to you, as well. It was pretty interesting."
Kurt tilted his head curiously. "How so?" He squirmed as Dave bit one of his knuckles delicately, the slight touch of his damp tongue sending little tingles through Kurt.
"Well, for one: Julian was totally turned on and trying to fight it," Puck interrupted Dave, a laugh on the verge of bubbling forth. The two other men looked over at him, vaguely disapproving.
Puck shrugged. "What? I have to find my fun somewhere."
Kurt sneered delicately at his antics but asked. "What's the next thing?"
Dave fielded this question himself. "If there had been anything negative in their first reaction to you, they would have been out the door so fast they would have had whiplash."
Kurt burst out laughing as he pictured that, the laughter subsiding gradually into little chuckles. It was a serious subject but he felt relaxed and safe with these two men. The thought that he had another four going to bat for him was an extra boost to his confidence.
He leaned over and kissed Dave lingeringly, purposefully ignoring Puck's unabashed leering. Dave, accustomed to Puck over the years, ignored him, too, as he gave himself up to Kurt's lush mouth. Kurt kissed him like he was savoring one of his favorite desserts; it was a soft, slow exploration of Dave's mouth that was accompanied by greedy little murmurs.
When Dave felt Kurt ease himself over onto his lap, he pulled away to look pointedly at Puck. The other man got the message, stood up and gathered his things. He then sauntered back down the hallway to his own bedroom. Things were heating up again between the lovebirds and he knew when he wasn't wanted.
KHDK
Not very many blocks away, Emma Smythe-Heffley lay in her rumpled bed, plotting and planning. Her thoughts were somewhat disordered, probably due to the fact that the contents of a bottle of rather mediocre cabernet franc were sloshing around inside her.
She had stumbled into the flat after that disastrous episode with Elliot and rummaged around for anything to use to dull the pain. Her mind heaved with venomous thoughts, almost all of them surrounding David, his money and the slag that was standing in her way.
If things had been different, she thought blearily, she would have been shopping now for her dress. The dress for the command performance, that is, not her wedding dress, she corrected herself. She would have been stunning; with all of that money at her disposal she could have even ordered a McCartney original, maybe even a Burton, come to think of it.
She burped as she imagined how Princess Kate would have recognized the ensemble as being by her favorite designer. Emma's soused mind whirled as she pictured herself becoming good friends with the King's consort, being invited to the palace, maybe even Balmoral… The pictures were rosy, indeed; unfortunately, they were as gossamer-thin as the bouquet of the wine she had consumed.
She rolled over onto her stomach, flinging the empty bottle away from her and thought about her revenge. Revenge, she mumbled drowsily, such a pretty word. As sleep ambushed her, the last surprisingly clear thought to float to the front of her mind was a picture… a picture of Kurt, lying broken and bleeding and very, very dead.
TBC
A/N 2: Wow, melodramatic much? I'm not sure yet if I really want Kurt to actually be hurt or just for the threat of it to hover over them. Hmmm, what do you guys think?