Quickies in Love

Kurt's knee woke him up and not in a good way. As his mind came up out of a pleasant darkness, he became aware of the reason for his abrupt return to conciousness. The knee had swollen and was putting pressure on the splint. He took stock of himself and realized the Clair was still laying against him, but she was snuggled up against him and had an arm across his chest. Doing what he could not to wake her, he tried to flex the knee some, but it wouldn't bend, it just shot pain up his thigh. Well, he'd take the good with the bad.

Clair moaned and opened her eyes briefly then closed them again. Then the hardness under her cheek sunk in. She flew into sitting position, “oh,” she said softly, “how is your knee?”

"Good morning to you too. The knee is stiff and sore, but it'll survive."

She blushed and shoved some blonde hair behind her ear, “Do you think a warm bath would soothe it?”

A smile broke across his face. "It certainly couldn't hurt," he said quietly. He pushed the blankets down and realized that the room was cold. It had to be in the fifties inside. "But first, we need to get the generator running."

“I’ll handle that,” she spoke hurridly, “I’ll run you a bath then while you’re doing that I’ll check on the generator.” She couldn’t believe she spent the whole night in his arms. She had been so comfortable.

"You know how to fix a generator?" he asked as he worked himself into a sitting position.

She looked away from him then and busied herself with picking up the blankets before standing up, “no,” she admitted, “But I’ll figure something out.” She walked into the bathroom and dumped some gel into the tub, closed the drainer and ran the warm water. When it was filled she turned off the tap and went back, “Ok, let me help you to the bath.”

Kurt allowed Clair to help him to his feet. Once he was on his feet, he could hobble along pretty well with some help from her. It wasn't like a broken leg where he couldn't put weight on it, he simply had to be careful not to bend the knee and that wasn't that easy to do when you've been walking for thirty years _by_ bending your knees. He made it to the bathroom with her help. "Well, now it becomes interesting. If you want to help me out of the splint, I can get my clothes off I think.”

She felt heat rise into her cheeks but she fell to her knees and undid the splint. She laid it over the covered toilet and turned for the door, “I’ll be outside for a bit,” she told him without turning around, “yell if you need anything.”

Kurt nodded, watching her walk out with just her night shirt on. It must have been getting cold he mused, because he had noticed when she was taking off the splint that her nipples were trying to cut a hole in her shirt. With that interesting thought, he took off his shirt and looked out the window. There had to be a foot of snow outside and it was still coming down hard. "Clair?" he called out.

Clair changed into a pair of track pants and a really thick sweater. She then dawned a hat, gloves and a jacket. She trotted out the door and around to the back of the cabin. How could so much snow fall in one night?

He heard the door shut and realized she didn't hear him, so he climbed, very gingerly into the bathtub. Kurt didn't have any idea what was wrong with the generator, but hoped that Clair could fix it, he really didn't want to go out and do it himself. Right after he thought that, he felt guilty, she had been very nice to him since he was injured. All he had done in return is lie there while she was doing all of the work.

The bath felt good though and he soaked in it contently, wondering if he should kill his friend who set up this date. Finally he decided it wasn't his fault, it was Kurt's for falling and hurting himself.

Using her gloved hand, she shoved the snow that was piled on the generator off. She looked at it not knowing the first thing to do about it. She frowned and gave it one swift kick. It rattled, purred, died. She groaned and kicked it again. This time it started. She waited a few seconds and when it still kept going she smiled and struggled back into the Cabin. She stripped down to her pants and top then headed into the kitchen to make breakfast.

Kurt heard the generator start up and let out a low whistle. A woman of many talents, he thought and returned to his bath as warm air began to flow out of the vent in the wall. Maybe if it would stop snowing now, she would be able to go if she wanted. He certainly didn't want her to go, but she seemed so ready last night to get out of here, well up until she went to sleep against him.

She hummed to herself as she whisked some eggs mixed with black pepper and a little milk in a bowl. When it was done she dumped it into a large frying pot on the hot stove to make scrambled eggs. She turned to glance a the coffee maker then turned to pull some plates and mugs out for the table. She placed them on the table then went back to the eggs. She then got the bacon started.

Starting to feel pruney, Kurt pushed himself up out of the tub and pulled down a bath sheet and dried himself off. His pants had a comb in it, so he pulled it though his hair and wrapped the towel around himself. The room was still cold, but not as bad as when he woke up. He collected his split material, and keeping his knee locked, hobbled out of the bathroom and into the living room. "Smells good," he called out to Clair as he moved his way cautiously towards the kitchen where his overnight bag was sitting.

“Tha…” she started to say and saw that he was half naked. She quickly turned around and faced the stove again. She cleared her throat, “thanks,” she said, “get dressed because breakfast is almost read.”

"Sorry, I just didn't take my clothes in with me." He hobbled over to the table and attempted to sit down, but instead mostly fell into the chair as his knee gave out. "Ok, I'll get dressed here," he managed to get out through gritted teeth. Using one of the broom handles, he pulled over his overnight bag. "Don't look now," he chided.

“Oh get over yourself,” Clair snapped but she wanted to look. She felt her back stiffen as she moved to dump the scrambled eggs into serving bowl. There was something about a drop dead gorgeous man being naked in the same room as you and you cant look ~I need a cold shower~ she thought.

Kurt couldn't help but grin as he started to put his clothes on, but pretty much immediately he ran into a problem. "Um..."

“Yes?” Clair called without turning.

"I got a problem.... I can get one leg of my pants and boxers on, but... well I can't bend my knee to get the other one on and my arms aren't long enough to get to my foot."

Clair immediately knew what he was asking and she felt her heart begin to race, “are you sure…” she stopped. She was a grown woman, she had seen plenty of naked men before… plenty of naked men that weren’t Kurt Bowen, “Oh man.”

"Well, if you can just get them over my knee, I'll be ok. I promise to keep my towel on." He felt embarrassed for asking, and knew it had to be awkward for her.

She turned the stoves off and rubbed a hand over her face. She couldn’t do this. She took a deep breath and turned. Her eyes were always on the ground. She walked over to him and bent down onto her knees. She began her work all the time telling herself that she could do it without looking up.

Kurt tried as best he could to help, with one leg it was easy, but he couldn't do anything with the other one. She started with the boxers, which at the very least were dark blue and clean. As she worked, he felt a slight swelling where it shouldn't be and nonchalantly put his arm across his lap to cover up any tenting.

She got his clothes on and as though she had been burnt she stood up and walked away back to the stove. Her hands were shaking, her body was boiling and her heart was threatening to jump out her mouth.

Kurt pulled the boxers and his pants up and did them up. Quickly he pulled his shirt on. She didn't say anything so he figured that she either wasn't affected or he had really offended her. Grabbing the splint equipment, he awkwardly started to put the splint back on. Holding the handles while trying to tie them on wasn't easy so it took him some time to get the first one started.

Clair turned to bring the eggs to the table. She saw him fumbling with the splint and she placed the bowls on the table, “Give me those,” she said taking them from his hands before he could argue.

"Sorry, I didn't want to ask. You seemed... upset.” He held onto the broomsticks as she tied up the splint. "Thanks, really," he said as she finished up.

“I’m not upset,” she told him as she made more trips to the stove and back with food before sitting down, and motioning for him to come to the table, “I am just not used to helping a naked man…” she stopped speaking, “I hope breakfast is ok.”

"I'm sure it will be fine. All is good with coffee." He sat down and picked up the coffee, relishing in the dark taste. "You do know how to make a good coffee, thank you. For everything."

“I'm sure it will be fine. All is good with coffee." He sat down and picked up the coffee, relishing in the dark taste. "You do know how to make a good coffee, thank you. For everything."

She smiled and stuck some bacon into her mouth, “you’re welcome,” she said. She was glad he was not a mind reader. The thoughts going through her head would make a nun swear.

Kurt worked on his breakfast slowly, catching looks of his unexpected roommate when she wasn't looking at him, but once in a while he's notice that she indeed was staring. He wanted to say something, instead he just kept looking at her eyes, her hair, her well built body, or at least what was above the table. She had been immensely kind to him since he hurt himself and he wanted to do something in return, but he couldn't think of anything. Well, there was one thing. "You ever have a sketch of yourself done?"

“No,” she chewed and swallowed, “there isn’t anything to draw.”

"I don't know about that. I think there is plenty. I want to do something to repay you, but all I can think of is to do a sketch of you. I have my stuff out in the truck. I can go out and get it, and I can do a good sketch of you."

“You can’t go outside yet and you know it,” she said sipping from her coffee, “the sketch can wait for another time. She looked out the window and it had started snowing again. She frowned and took another sip from her cup, “this is going to be one long weekend.

But,' he started and then fell silent. He hated being such a burden. "I'm going to go lie down I think for a while. Thank you for your breakfast." He pushed himself up and started hobbling towards the bedroom.

Clair watched him go but didn’t get up. She finished her coffee then went and tied the kitchen. She then grabbed a book from the den and made her way into the living room. She started the electric fire place and lay down on the carpet in front of it to read. She drifted off to sleep after the second page.

Disheartened and depressed, Kurt climbed onto the bed in the guest bedroom. He laid there thinking about Clair for a time before finally falling asleep.

Clair’s sleep was worse than being awake. Awake she could fight the thoughts of Kurt away but sleeping was fair game. Everything about her dream turned her on. She kept tossing and turning.

Kurt's dreams revolved about the woman just two rooms away. She was lovely, strong willed and afraid to let her weaknesses known; it was everything he liked about a woman. But his rational mind kept intruding, reminding him that it wouldn't be, even though the thought of being next to her again in bed was almost overwhelming.

Clair sat up from her nap but was more tired than when she fell asleep. She had tossed and turned the whole time. She picked up the book that had fallen from her grasp when she dozed off and closed it then placed it on a nearby chair. She then lay back down on the ground, her mind racing.


After what seemed like forever, he descended into the realm of sleep where anything can happen, where your mind runs free and you are just a spectator to the images rushing by. Kurt's mind was in overdrive as it put him together with his new roommate. The room was cold, they were hot and sweating as they lay coupling on the ground. It was unlike any dream he could remember having, it was almost real, so real that his body made efforts to move like it was in the dream, so far as lying on his back and arching his back like his mind pictured.

A sound came to her mind as she lay there. Lifting her head she tried to figure what it was. It sounded like a groan. She got up in a panick. Could have fallen out of bed? She walked to the door and pushed it open slowly. She saw him thrashing around and moved to his side. She jabbed him with her finger, “Kurt, wake up, you’re having a nightmare!”

Kurt was always a deep sleeper and a simple poke only modified his thoughts, instead of waking him and in his mind, she was standing over him, naked and willing. Still asleep, he reached out and pulled her onto the bed with him, wrapping her form up in a hug as he kneaded her ass with one hand. Fed with physical stimulation, his mind could no longer keep the images in his head and the imput from his body separate and gave up, causing his mind to rise out of the depths of sleep and back to consciousness with a start. Even though he didn't want to wake from the dream, Kurt's eyes popped open.

“Kurt…” she whispered from against him, “Let me up,” she managed with her body shaking. It wasn’t that she was scared, truth be told she loved every second of it but he had a scared, almost lost look in his eyes.

"I'm..." Kurt relaxed his grip but didn't let go right away. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."

“I know,” she told him and got off the bed. She walked out of the room back into the living room. It was no use trying to forget what had just happened. She just sat there and relive the moment over and over in her head.

Kurt drove a fist into the bed, chiding himself for being such an idiot. He had been known to move in bed and had even sleepwalked once or twice, but nothing like that before. He felt bad, dirty. What he did was unforgivable and he'd spend the rest of the weekend having her look at him with fear and confusion over what he did if he didn't face it with her.

Kurt pushed himself up from the bed and headed towards the door in his now familiar hobbling motion. He had to talk to Clair, before she truly started to hate him.

She heard the movement and turned her back to the door. She quickly grabbed the book and began reading not realizing that it was turned up sided down.

"Clair? Can I talk to you?" He made his way into the living room and was standing near the hallway, leaning on the wall for stability. "About what just happened..."

“I’m reading,” was her only response.
"What language is that? Austrailan?"
“What?”
"Australian. Upside down English."

Her cheeks went beet read as she noticed what he was talking about. Sighing she closed the book, placed it beside her and turned fully around.

"I didn't mean to... force myself on you. I was asleep and having, well having a pretty good dream." He pushed himself off the wall and stood there on both legs. As long as he didn't have to walk, he would at least look less handicapped this way. "Either way, it shouldn't have happened."

“Its alright,” she said not looking at him, “you didn’t mean to I get it. It was a dream and you thought I was a part of…I should have known better.”

That said, it was pretty nice," he mused for a moment. "You seem to be ending up in bed with me a lot."

“Did you ever stop to think that I want to be there…” she stopped herself but not fast enough, “oh no,” she covered her eyes, “not good.”

“That wasn't what I expected you to say, but yeah, You sort of jumped between the blankets without any prompting last night." He noticed that she was covering her face with her hands. "What's the matter?" She looked embarrassed, but he didn't say anything.

“I knew it,” she spoke quietly shoving past him to enter the kitchen, “you are a prick!”

Kurt almost lost his balance and leaned against the couch for support. He knew there was a reason why he didn't date, it was too confusing. "I am?"

“Yes,” she flung at him, “I didn’t jump between the blankets last night because I needed to. I’m a grown woman and I do have self control…It was either that or let you freeze to death and looking back, maybe I should have!” she spat.

Kurt hadn't raised his voice the whole of the time he had been here except when he reduced his knee, but he did now. "I didn't plan on breaking my knee, last night. I was PULLED down as I remember. But that doesn't matter, I thought that you enjoyed lying next to me, hell, I woke up with you hugging me like a teddy bear. And I'M the prick for letting you?"

Clair gripped the edge of the sink and swung around, “whether or not I enjoyed being close to you is irrelevant!” she yelled back, “you’re sorry for it remember? You are sorry!”

I'm sorry to be a burden, I'm sorry for pulling you into bed while I was asleep; but I'm not sorry about you helping me.” Kurt started across the living room towards the kitchen, but continued talking, "you are the one who has been railing against these circumstances since I got here." He paused as he finished getting to the kitchen, "maybe I should have turned around and gone back down the hill. My knee would be ok and you’d be just as happy here. Alone."

She watched him and frowned, “Kurt, you don’t get it,” she spoke simply, “you don’t spend the night next to someone, and say you’re sorry…you don’t open your eyes to see someone next to you and tell them, you didn’t mean to…its hurtful. I am angry because you are sorry you ever touched me…”

The words finally rang true to Kurt, but not in the way she meant. He collapsed in the chair at the end of the table. "I was never sorry I touched you. I'm sorry that you had to do something you weren't ready for just five minutes before. You ran around saying how much you hated this, that you would kill Brenda for doing this to you. You. Then, when I got hurt, you jump in like Florence Nightingale, Not that it seemed you wanted to touch me, but that you had to. For that I'm sorry."

“I didn’t do anything because I had to,” she told him turning to the coffee maker and flipping it on, “I did it because I wanted to. Because touching you made me warm inside, being next to you last night gave me peace…”

"It did for me too," he said quietly. He wanted to say more, but he'd already said too much that made her upset and he didn't want to see her angry anymore.

She turned back to what she was doing and poured two cups of coffee then walked over to where he was to hand one to him silently. She didn’t know what to say. She had spoken in front of judges all over the country and when it came to this, she was speechless.

He took the cup from her and sat it down next to him. As he looked up at her, he felt something stir in him. Was it just that she was a woman, or that he was falling for someone like her. Reaching up, he took her hand gently, "are you ok?"

“I don’t know,” she said truthfully turning her face away from him, “I just…I don’t know.”

He reached out and wrapped his arm gently around her waist and pulled her gently towards him until she sat in his lap. Gently he leaned forward and kissed her on the neck as he hugged her around the midsection.

As though she didn’t have a mind of her own, her eyes closed, her head fell sideways, and a relieved sigh left her lips. She braced one arm against his chest and the other was wrapped around his neck.

Kurt nuzzled her neck as his arms started roaming across her stomach. Her body felt better to him than it did the night before. Slowly he felt her skin become warm to the touch. He tried to calm his own racing heart, but it was too late for rational thought.

Her arm around his back moved up and down then began caressing the soft spot at the nape of his neck. Her other hand was rubbing up and down on his chest, as she tried to turn her face so that he could kiss her.

A shiver ran up his neck which made him lift his head. His lips met hers and his passion exploded, parting his mouth, his tongue sought hers, brushing up against her lips, begging to be let in.

Sticking her tongue out slightly, it brushed the tip of his and her body jerked. The hand that was on his chest went out to hold the other around his neck before she parted her lips for him. She allowed her tongue to go out tasting him before she pulled it back to give him the permission he sought.

Kurt's hands ran up and cupped her breast as he deepened the kiss. It had been too long for him and his yearning was becoming more of an animal desire as his free hand pressed on her side, drawing their bodies together. As he finally parted lips with her he looked into her eyes.

She opened her eyes to see him staring at her, “What’s, what’s the matter?” she asked confused.

"Want to take this to be bedroom?" he asked as he squeezed her breast in his hand. Glancing down at his leg he frowned for a moment. "I won't really be at my best, hope you don't mind."

She moaned as a reply to his words and his squeezing and stood up from his lap, “Go on ahead,” she told him giving him a kiss, “I’ll meet you there…”

Kurt pushed himself up and hobbled towards the bathroom. He was confused as to why she didn't help, but figured as long as she was coming, it'd be ok. Getting to the room, he pulled off his shirt before climbing into the bed. This certainly wouldn't be his best work, if it was going to happen at all, but he hoped he could make her happy.

Clair brushed her hair, squirted a little scent on her neck and looked at herself in the mirror. It wasn’t the best get up she had done and it wasn’t quite romantic because of everything but she supposed that would have to do. She walked shyly into the bed room with him and crawled onto the bed and hovered over him. She then lowered her lips to his without saying a word.

Kurt took a moment, smelling her and just basking in her sexuality before returning her kiss. He felt something he hadn't felt in what seemed like ever. Love, lust, everything that made a heart beat faster. Reaching up he cupped her covered breasts in his hands as their kiss continued on, filling him with a sense of complete contentment.

Moving her one of her leg, she placed it over his good one, moving her knee up to his groin she slowly caressed him as one of her hand moved slowly down his chest to where his pants started.

He made a moaning sound as he felt her press into him. In return he moved his fingers down and squeezed her nipples; rolling them between his fingers. Raising a knee, he brought it against her crotch and immediately felt the heat against him. It would be so much easier if he could move, but he was resigned to doing what he could with what he had left.

Pulling her mouth away she took in gulps of air. It felt like she was drowning and she loved it. The pinches he was giving her nipples made her want to feel him skin to skin. Pulling away, she pulled her shirt over her head and moved back into position beside him, “are you sure about this?” she wanted to know.

Kurt wrapped one arm around her and stroked the side of her face with the finger tips of the other. "I don't want to do anything you don't. But yes, I'm sure about me."

“Good,” she smiled before moving her mouth against his neck and slowly nipped and sucked her way down to his chest. She ran her tongue down the centre of his chest and back up to nip his chin with her teeth. She then covered his lips with her. There was something about kissing him.

It felt like he was awash in kisses, forcing all thoughts out of his head. The only thing he could concentrate on was moving a hand up and down her back, marveling at her sensual curves. Finally his fingers came to her bra and he deftly flicked his thumb and forefinger. The bra popped open and he mused at least he still had that skill.

She moved her arm to allow him to remove the bra but didn’t stop nipping and kissing at his skin. She licked at his pulse and moved down to run a tongue over a taunt nipple. She moved one hand down to the front of his pants and shove it under the waist. By passing his boxers, she felt him hot and rigid against her palm.

Clair somehow knew what he liked, the kisses where almost overwhelming. As she moved down to his member, he drew up a breath and slid his hand down her back, going under her pants and cupping her bum with his hand. Gently squeezing it he finally found his voice. "Take off your pants. Please?"

“That means moving away again,” she complained but did as he asked. She pulled her panties down with them, then moved her naked body back onto the bed, “better?”

He watched as she got naked before him. "Much." Climbing back onto bed, she laid down so she was at his waist and her bum was out to the side. Gently he reached out and slid his hands down her back and rounded her bum, finally coming to rest against the warm, moist folds of her mound.

She moved her closed mouth over his abdomen and moved down and undo his pants. Sticking her other hand in she pulled out his aroused member and slowly pulled it into her mouth.

"Oh.." he mumbled as he felt his suddenly cold member become warm in her mouth. In response he slid his fingers into her mound, his fingers getting wet as he rubbed her clit. As she began moving up and down on him, he rubbed in concert with her.

She pulled at him slowly. Using her tongue to bathe the head of his penis in deliberate, long strokes. She moved her mouth off him to suck on the shaft before returning to try and pull him sweetly inside out.

Kurt smiled at the sensations she was giving him, his body felt like it was in heaven. He couldn't stand it any longer and pressed two fingers deep inside of her. Her fluid ran out into the palm of his hand as he slowly worked them in and out of her, trying to give her as much pleasure as she was giving him.

As his fingers invaded her, she gasped and felt her muscles tightening. She wanted to hold off but she couldn’t help it. She moaned his name against his shaft and nipped him gently with her teeth.

Pressing as deep as he could, he tried to ride her through her climax, hoping that she was enjoying it as much as she seemed to be. As she came down from her high, he withdrew his fingers. "What's next?" he whispered to her, hoping there was more to this living dream he was in.

Crawling up his body, she gave him a long lazy kiss then moved astride him. She used her hand to guide him to her then impaled herself to him. A long, low moan left her throat.

The feeling was spectacular and Kurt hoped it would never end. As he tensed up his body, his knee began protesting. Instead of stopping though, he grabbed one of her breasts and pulled it into his mouth while squeezing her other nipple with his free hand. The nipple in his mouth felt wonderful as he rolled it over his tongue and licked the swollen protrusion until he heard her gasp in pleasure.

Her whole body tensed as she pressed forward and kept up her riding motion. She lent one hand fall beside his head and grasp the sheets tightly to keep from screaming. But that didn’t help. Without even knowing she had, she screamed his name loudly as her body began shaking again.

It was finally too much for Kurt and he felt himself falling over the edge. Quickly wrapping her around the waist, he pulled her down onto him as the first wave passed over them. He kept her there as he spilled himself into her even though he knew he shouldn't. All rational thought was gone and just their pleasure mattered to him as he buried her breast into his mouth. Letting out a low groan he finally released his grip as she collapsed down against him.

She was breathing hard. Panting was more like it as she closed her tired eyes and rested her head against his chest, “I didn’t hurt your leg did I?” she asked sleepily.

"No, it's fine," he said as he brought his arms around her again. "I'm sorry for... well, I hope you are on the pill," he said sheepishly.

Clair only grinned against him and kissed his chest, “well of course,” she said as she pressed her chest against his, “I am always prepared.”

"Always prepared. I like that in a woman." He moved slightly and she rolled off of him, back in the same position as she woke up in this morning. There was something about the symmetry of it all. "All of a sudden, I don't mind if it continues snowing for a while. How about you?"

She licked at his side and smiled, “Let it snow,” she said dreamily looking up at him, “What happens when we get home?”

"I plan on thanking Brenda and Mike for the wonderful weekend, you?"

“That’s it?” she asked looking down at his chest again.

"Well, I was hoping you'd come with me to see them. Considering I was hoping to see a lot more of you." Kurt looked down at her naked form. "Well, see you a lot more often. I've seen about all of you that you have to give," he said smiling.

She jabbed him playfully in the sides, “Alright…I would like that.”

"So would I," he said with a yawn as his eyelids grew heavy. "Why don’t you pull the cover up for us. We've got time, and a lot of things to still learn about each other."

She giggled and reached down for the covers. She pulled it up to her neck then reached up and gave him a quick kiss before settling back against his side, “Ah Kurt?” she called.

Kurt gave her a squeeze as he was fighting sleep. "Yes?"

“It’s the middle of the day.”

“It is? Well, you wore me out. Give me twenty minutes and I'll be all set for the rest of the day."

“Good,” she sighed against him and closed her eyes, “I’m supposed to.”

Kurt just smiled as sleep overtook him. The last thing he was remembering was whispering something about them, but his mind didn't register what he said.

“I love you too Kurt.”

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