<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Ee7YVaB.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: Kurt Wagner<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Lake on the outskirts of school property<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: September 2nd, late evening<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Kurt wavers for just a moment before giving Hope his heart.<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Hope Abbott | Trance<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Kurt stared into her eyes from mere centimeters away, and he wondered if the yellow glow of his own gaze was blinding to her. But she didn't pull away from him or even blink, and it allowed him to stare tenderly into the light green of her own irises. He was so caught up in his love for Hope, for her very beautiful<em>soul</em>, that it made it hard to focus on the equally attractive body that housed her immortal essence, and the way that body was interacting with his own. His hands still rested lovingly on her breasts, but it wasn't until he felt a painful pinch on his rear and a sudden breeze between his thighs that he understood that Hope had just made him as naked as herself, his forgetful tail unwittingly in the way as its master was dumbstruck.<br/><br/>The motion to strip Kurt away from his last bits of decency brought Hope down to her knees, and in that moment Kurt stood. He pulled his tail through the loop in the back of his jeans as he straightened his back, and for a second found himself in a position he hadn't intended, but one he had certainly imagined more than a few times. But Hope rose after just a second, after lovingly making sure that he was free to simply step out of the last bits of his bonds to be free with her for the rest of the night. He gave a low, nervous chuckle as she apologized and gently nudged him away as she stood beside him, nearly his equal in height, as he so rarely stood to his full one and three quarters meters.<strong>"Heh. Umm."</strong>His brain was addled for a moment as he pried his deepest charms for a suiting response. The elf suffered a rare moment of genuine speechlessness, as he reconciled the crushing affection he had for her with the surreality of the moment. He was naked. His manhood was thick and hard, seemingly defiant of gravity as it pointed upwards at her navel, bobbing beneath its own weight, jerking as tiny muscle spasms ran up his calves and thighs and caused a brief shiver throughout his entire upper half.<br/><br/>Closer to her than he had ever been before, Kurt thought he could not be more aroused by her in that moment... And then she began to slide her panties down her thighs, making cute, wordless noises as she gingerly removed the article and carefully set it aside with the sanctity it deserved. He laughed again as she underhand tossed them to the rest of her clothes, the nerves gone out of his voice, a fanged smile accompanying the mirthful cackle. A three-fingered hand reached tenderly out to her, brushing back the hair that streamed down her left shoulder, a loving and reassuring weight coming to rest at the bottom of her skull. Words hung in the air between them, and in his gut, Kurt knew he should have said something by now, to remind her that he was still there with her. His mouth hung open, but the next words came from her as she pressed her body close to him, and stared expectantly into those lanterns of his.<br/><br/>He had known it in his belly that he'd loved her, she gave him butterflies there. His heart sang and his lungs quickened to find a breath that could never quite him satisfy like she could. But his brain was a fool that couldn't realize the obvious, it could not finish the sentence that the rest of him had already started. A response did not immediately follow. Impulses from his foolish brain instead commanded him to rapidly blink, to gape idiotically as Hope wrapped an arm around him and pulled him even closer. The luscious press of her soft skin, her tender tits against his lean muscle only further addled him. Kurt had faced plenty of high pressure situations before; He had faced down literal angry mobs, with torches and pitchforks to boot! He had faced Magneto, the Brotherhood, and intergalactic terror in between Earth and the farthest stars. He was humbled by his experiences, and as everything finally settled in his mind, he realized that telling her the truth of his heart was the easiest foe he could ever conquer.<strong>"Hope... <em>Ich liebe dich auch.</em> I mean,"</strong>he hastily and apologetically began to clarify after he tenderly dipped back into his mother tongue,<strong>"I love you, also. Too. I love you too, Hope. From the first moment we met, and I understood the kindness in you, how could I be anything but mad for you?"</strong>Nightcrawler, a natural acrobat and an avid consumer of romantic serials and soap opera's, impressed himself with his especially dramatic declaration. Perhaps he was not so humble after all?<br/><br/>Hope, braver than he could ever hope to be, had said the words first, but Kurt would not burden her with what would come next. He bowed his head down and pressed his mouth to hers, their kiss igniting at the surface for a second until he pressed deeper, their lips folding around each other's in a much deeper embrace. Like his kiss, Kurt was chaste at first, still clutching the back of her head with one hand and allowing the other to flex nervously at his side. Slowly, the romantic embrace was made carnal, as his hand also found the small of her back, and then the sweet flesh of her buttocks. He gave her a pinching squeeze and Hope could hear the laughter deep in his throat even as they still kissed. The back of her hand resting at the base of his spine would feel the tender brush of his spaded tail sliding up her knuckles, showing Kurt his soft affection with every part of his being.<br/><br/>As tempting as it was to lay her down on the beach and... Continue to show her how much he loved her, Kurt did not want the night to progress more quickly than either of them had intended. His push against her lips was accompanied by the press of his chest against her own, and still holding the small of her back, Kurt dipped her backwards, using his tail as a brace to prevent her from falling as he dipped her low and robbed her of one last breath before he lifted her back to her feet. The spaded tip of his appendage delivered an impish and surprisingly sharp slap to the top of her cushy cheek and Kurt took her hands into his own, intertwining his three thick digits with her smaller and more tender five, slowly leading her towards the water.<strong>"Ladies first, yes?"</strong>