Cassandra woke slowly, her head pounding and her mouth tasting funny. The bed beneath her was unfamiliar, soft. And when she tried to sit up, the world tilted sideways.
She groaned and pressed a hand to her forehead, trying to piece together the night before. There was the bar, then the drink, Kurt's stupid grin.
And then nothing.
She opened her eyes fully and looked around. This wasn't a room she recognized. It was smaller, messier, with clothes thrown over a chair and the faint smell of cigarette smoke lingering in the air. Her eyes drifted down, and she lifted the bedsheet slightly.
She was naked underneath it except for her underwear.
"Hm!?" Cassandra hissed under her breath in a high-pitched tone, a sound she immediately regretted making, and her cheeks flushed red. "What in Odin's name did I do?"
The door creaked open, and Kurt walked in holding two mugs of coffee in one hand, and what looked like a hangover remedy. "Morning, sunshine, sleep well?"
He was already dressed, his coat thrown on haphazardly, and when he saw her already awake, he grinned. "Oh good, you're up. Figured you'd need this—"
An ice dagger materialized in Cassandra's hand, and she hurled it at his face while he was still speaking.
Kurt's eyes widened at the approaching dagger, and he slammed the door shut, some of the coffee spilling in the process as the dagger thunked into the wood with a sharp crack, embedding itself an inch deep.
There was silence, and then the door slowly creaked open again. Kurt peeked through the gap, one eyebrow raised.
"Calm down," he said carefully.
"I should have your head!" Cassandra snapped, clutching the bedsheet to her massive chest.
"Nothing happened," Kurt said quickly, pushing the door open wider. "You were drunk off one pint, which is bloody impressive by the way, and you passed out. I brought you here, tucked you in, and left. That's it."
Cassandra stared at him, her expression darkened. She lifted the bedsheet slightly and looked down at herself again. "You're certain?"
Kurt's lazy and infuriating grin returned. "Believe me, love, you wouldn't forget no matter how drunk you were."
Cassandra's cheeks burned, and she grabbed another ice dagger from thin air as her eyes narrowed in a terrifying way. "Get. Out."
"Alright, alright!" Kurt said, holding up his hands. "I was just dropping off coffee and my famous hangover remedy anyway." He set the mugs on the counter by the door and started backing out. "But for the record, nothing I haven't already seen."
The second dagger flew, and Kurt ducked, the blade grazing past his hair and shattering against the wall behind him.
"Jesus!" Kurt yelped, scrambling out the door and slamming it shut behind him. He leaned against it, breathing hard, and muttered, "Bloody psychopath." He'd have to crash in the lounge tonight, or beg Rook for spare space. Not like he was getting his bed back anytime soon.
***
"Were you always this popular in the mornings?"
Kurt's head turned to see Emma standing a few feet down the hall, arms crossed, watching him with an expression somewhere between amusement and something darker.
"Emma," Kurt said, straightening quickly. "That's... not what it looks like."
"Really?" She nodded toward the door. "Because from here, it looks like you're dodging ice daggers from a half-naked woman in your room."
Through the thin gap, she could see Cassandra moving inside, pulling on clothes. She rolled her eyes and scoffed as she turned to walk away.
"Emma, wait!" Kurt called, jogging after her. "It looks bad, but it's not what you think."
Emma didn't stop. "I don't give a flying fuck what it is."
"Nothing happened!" Kurt insisted, catching up to her. "I swear. She got drunk, passed out, and I left her in my room because she didn't have one yet. That's it."
Emma stopped abruptly and spun to face him. "You expect me to believe that? You, Kurt fucking Manchester, left a naked woman alone in your bed?"
"Why is that so hard to believe!?" Kurt said, throwing his hands up in a fit. "Look, I know what I was before. I know I was a selfish prick. But I'm not that bloke anymore. I didn't touch her. Scout's honour," he raised up his hand and crossed his fingers.
Emma stared at him, searching his face for a lie, and then her expression shifted, softening just slightly.
"You were never a fucking scout," she said with a quiet tone.
"Huh? Could have sworn I was," Kurt said with a smile, then his face turned serious. "I'm trying to be better you know."
Emma's jaw worked, and then she grabbed the front of his coat and yanked him toward her room. "Get in here."
Kurt stumbled after her, barely catching himself as she slammed the door shut behind them. "Emma, what—"
She shut him up by slamming him against the wall, her mouth crashing onto his in a bruising, hard kiss, tongue shoving in like she owned him. Her lips were demanding, aggressive, and when she pulled back, her grey eyes burned into his.
"Let's not ruin this by talking," Emma said in a low and dangerous tone. "Just shut your goddamn mouth and fuck me like you hate me."
Kurt's brain took a break for half a second, and then he grinned. "Yes, ma'am."
Clothes started flying. Emma's jacket hit the floor first, followed by her tank top. Kurt caught a glimpse of the tattoo that ran down her arm before she shoved him back hard while yanking down her shorts, kicking them aside.
Kurt's gaze raked over her in those tight purple panties clinging to her hips and hugging her figure nicely. This crazy woman sure loved purple, and the colour definitely loved her back. He grinned, taking off his own coat and shirt.
He undressed faster than a politician dodging questions, his hands fumbling with his belt as Emma stalked closer. She was all lean muscle and sharp edges with scars all over, her body a weapon in every sense of the word. She looked like she was built for killing and fucking in equal measure.
When she unclipped her bra and her breasts came heavy and free, Kurt forgot how to breathe for a moment.
"Quit starin' like a fuckin' virgin and move," Emma said with a growl that made Kurt harden instantly.
He moved, grabbing her hips and pulling her close as his lips found hers again. She kissed him back with equal ferocity, her hands tangling in his hair, her nails raking down his back hard enough to leave marks.
He kissed her neck, her collarbone, and then lower, his mouth closing over one of her nipples and she gasped, her feet rising to their toes as he felt her fingers tighten in his hair.
"Lower," she snarled, shoving his head down.
He sank to his knees, kissing a trail over her scarred stomach, hooking fingers into the waistband of her panties and dragging them down slow just to piss her off. She kicked them away and crashed back onto the bed, legs spreading wide like a challenge.
Kurt crouched between her legs, his hands gripping her thighs, and proceeded to kiss them, his lips on her spider tattoo. Then he looked up at her with a hungry gaze. "You sure about this, love?"
Emma glared at him, her chest heaving. "Are you fuckin' brain-dead?"
Kurt grinned. "I'm just saying, I never know with you."
"I dragged your sorry ass in here and told you to rail me. What part of that says 'no'?"
"Just being a bit of a tease, love," Kurt chuckled, grip tightening. "Like I'd stop now." He stared at her thighs hungrily, kissing them again, then he buried his face between her thighs, tongue dragging slow and filthy up her soaked slit.
Emma's gasp turned into a low moan as his tongue found her, and her hands fisted in the sheets.
Her head snapped back with a guttural "Fuck!", hips bucking hard as he devoured her, tongue circling her clit, then plunging deep, tasting her slick heat like he was starving. She was drenched, salty and sharp, and he licked her like a man possessed, sucking her clit until her thighs clamped around his head.
"Goddamn—right there, don't you fuckin' stop—" she snarled, fingers yanking his hair, grinding against his face shamelessly.
He worked her over with single-minded focus, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes that had her hips bucking against his face.
Minutes passed, he had no idea how many, but he worked her relentlessly, tongue thrusting in and out, lips sealed around her clit until her breath came in ragged curses, thighs quivering. Emma's body tensed, and then she came with a sharp cry as her back arched off the bed, flooding his mouth.
But Kurt kept going, face buried in her. Then he triggered it, his prehensile tongue ability. His tongue lengthening, coiling, impossibly flexible. It extended, wrapping around her clit, thrusting inside her in ways no normal tongue could, and Emma's eyes went wide.
"What the—holy fuckin' SHIT!" Emma gasped, her hands flying to his hair and gripping tight like she was holding for dear life from a sensation she had never experienced before.
Kurt's tongue moved on its own now, coiling and going in and out of her as he literally tongue fucked her pussy. His tongue wrapped around her swollen clit like a living vine while the tip speared deep inside her, curling, stroking spots no human tongue could reach, thrusting, twisting, lashing her from the inside out.
"Oh~ god!" Emma gasped and her grip tightened as she felt his tongue deep inside her.
Kurt pulled her hips closer and kept working. His tongue curving to stroke her clit harder and doing things that shouldn't be physically possible.
"Fuck—fuck—KURT, you bastard—" she howled, nails scraping his scalp as her body convulsed. Her hips jerked wildly, chasing the impossible sensation, and when she came again it was violent, squirting hard, soaking his face and chest as she screamed herself hoarse.
Kurt slurped and sucked on her clit one more time before pulling back, wiping his chin with a smug, drenched grin, crawling up her trembling body. "My turn, love."
Emma lay there wrecked, chest heaving, eyes glazed and feral, pussy still twitching in aftershocks. "Jesus fuckin' Christ," she rasped. "What kinda freak shit was that?"
"One of my best tricks," Kurt said, settling between her thighs, cock throbbing against her soaked heat.
Before either of them could say anything else or progress to the next stage, there was a loud bang on the door.
"MEETING!" Lizzie's voice called from the other side like a maniac. "Rook wants everyone in the Lounge! Now!"
Kurt groaned. "Hell of a timing."
Lizzie banged on the door again. "I know you're in there, Emma! And I know you're fucking in there too, Kurt!"
Emma let out a sharp laugh, still catching her breath. "Crazy bitch."
She was one to talk. Kurt sat up, running a hand through his messy hair. "Right. Guess we should—"
"Yeah," Emma said, already reaching for her clothes. "But we'll continue this later."
Kurt grinned. "Oh, definitely."
***
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