Author's Note: Steamy make out scene with Kurt and Meggan up a head!
Kurt was having the dreams again...
[i]He was in the training room, swinging on the gymnast bars and
performing a few twists. He was shirtless, feeling more comfortable when
something wasn't rubbing his fur the wrong way while performing his
He stayed up in the air for a moment before he let go and flipped
backwards, catching an overhanging bar with his feet and swinging
backwards, his arms spread out. He stood at the top of the bar for a moment
before he dove forward to catch a swinging trapeze bar.
She appeared just behind him, dressed in a black bikini. Meggan
smiled at him, performing just like him beside him. He smiled back and her
body began to turn blue, a tail coming to life as she dove down to the
ground and performed three somersaults before she stopped her fall by
grabbing a bar with her tail.
Kurt flipped down and landed on top of the bar, crouching down and
smiling at her, his tail swaying slightly.
"I'm glad you came to practice with me." He said.
"I like practicing with you." Meggan said, climbing onto the bar to
be beside him. "You have patience with me."
"Why wouldn't I?" Kurt asked.
"Brian doesn't have patience with me." Meggan said. "He always gets
made when I slip up a little during exercises."
"Liebe, Brian is an asshole and a shit head." Kurt said, making her
laugh. "He doesn't give you the respect you deserve most of the time. Why
do you put up with him?" Meggan shrugged faintly, kicking off of the bar
backwards to perform a back flip onto another metal circle.
"I guess I owe it to him." She said. "He and his sister got me out of
that trailer I was forced to live in you know."
"I know." Kurt said, following after her calmly. "But just because he
helped you with that, it doesn't mean he has the right to treat you so
wrongfully! You deserve to be treated like a lady! Not his indentured
servant just because he helped you with one thing! The man does not even
bother to teach you to read or write!"
"But you do." Meggan pointed out suddenly. Kurt missed a handhold and
he was forced to perform a twist to catch another. "You teach me all kinds
of things that Brian won't."
"You deserve better than him." Kurt said, deciding to end his
exercises. He kicked off of a bar with his feet and he twisted his body
around before he righted himself and landed on his feet with ease. Meggan
landed the same exact way a second later, right in front of him.
"You deserve a man who will respect you for who you are." He
continued. "Someone who won't force you to make your breasts bigger than
your head. Someone who won't mock you for wanting to go out dancing during
the solstice or the equinox in our people's garb! Someone..."
"Like you." Meggan said, taking a step closer. Kurt looked at the
ground, his tail swishing to one side slowly.
"I..." Leaning forward, Meggan stopped his next words with a kiss.
Kurt didn't know what to do at first. He stood there for a moment,
letting Meggan do all of the kissing before he finally found his
confidence. Slowly he started to kiss her back, his tail sliding up her
back to undo her bikini top.
Their lips parted slightly, and Kurt and Meggan both smiled at each
"Meggan..." he whispered, leaning in to start another kiss. The two
hugged each other tightly, nibbling lips and touching tongues. Soon the
kissing became more intense, and Kurt held Meggan's head with both hands.
"Oh Meggan..." he whispered.[/i]
That's when Kurt suddenly woke up as warm wetness touched him.
Sitting up, he placed his sweaty head in his hands, shaking it as he
moaned softly in despair. He had been having these dreams a lot lately, and
he really didn't want to have them.
Meggan was Brian's girl.
But the son of a bitch treated her like dirt so much! She deserved someone
a lot better than Brian.
Someone like him perhaps?
Kurt shook his head, closing his eyes tightly as tears came up.
Why in the hell would Meggan be interested in him? She loved Brian,
she was loyal and true to Brian only. There was no way she was going to
just choose Kurt over Brain if given the choice now was she?
But Brian insulted her people, which also happened to be Kurt's
people. He made fun of them and called them goat screwing tambourine
bangers when Meggan decided to dress up in one of her old dresses or
skirts. He called them filthy Gypsies, which was not the right term for
Kurt and Meggan's people. They didn't come from Egypt! They came from some
place in India. They were the Romani, not Gypsies.
He remembered dancing with her on the Summer Solstice, and how Meggan
had told him that Brian didn't want to. She was so happy when Kurt danced
But she was loyal to Brian! There was no way that she would just
leave him to be with Kurt! It was foolish to think that and even more
childish to have wet dreams about her!
[i]Just drop it, Kurt... Let her go![/i] he thought sadly, sliding out
of bed. He took off his boxers and cleaned himself off with it, figuring
that he would need to wash it anyway. He slipped on some pajama bottoms and
he took off his blanket and sheets from his bed, scolding himself for
acting like such a child and having a wet dream; of all things he could do
at his age of twenty-four.
He walked into the washroom, stuffing his things into the washer and
pouring in the right amount of suds and such before he pressed the on
He stood in front of the washer, his hands behind his back and his
head tilted to one side as he thought his dream over.
Yes, it was only a dream, and dreams didn't always come true now did
they? No, they didn't and they certainly wouldn't in this instance anyway.
Meggan was loyal and true to Brian, and they were likely to remain that way
for a long time.
Sitting down in front of the washer, Kurt told himself that the tears
falling down his cheeks were due to the dust in the washroom getting into
Yes, that was it.
He wasn't crying, it was just some dust in his eyes.