Title: Virgin Kisses. Pairing: Kurt Wagner x Reader. Words: 850 Rating: T.
His eyes were surely curious as they watched you. You’d take a few breaths in, then pick up your tea, take a sip, set it back down and continue on reading in your book. Kurt wondered if it was strange to find it amusing, watching you at least, but kept himself relatively quiet, trying to get somewhere with his own book. No avail, he thought to himself. He was making no progress. He couldn’t even remember the last time he turned the page. Swallowing softly, he flicked his tail to the right side of his body and leaned towards you carefully, as if not to startle you, “How is your book?” His accent tickled your ears in a delightful way, and though you’d get angry at someone for interrupting you, you couldn’t bring yourself to ever get angry at Kurt. His level of innocence was keeping you from that.
“It’s really good.” You smiled graciously at him, “How’s yours?”
“It’s great,” Liar, he murmured inside of his head and continued leaning forward, letting his bright eyes gaze at a few words in your book. “You seem rather invested with yours, want to trade?” He teased, unsure of what he was doing. Everything, even his body movements, seemed subconscious.
“i’m good, Kurt.” A small laugh tumbled from your parted lips, and he seemed almost dazed by it as it hit his ears, his hearing tuning into the sound with ease. “I do have a question for you, and I hope I don’t sound rude… But your tail… Can you control it?”
“Yes.” He said simply, “It’s what’s called a Prehensile Tail…” He looked over, flicking said body part as he spoke, “It can grip onto things, hold my body weight for me and I suppose with practice, I could pick someone up with it…”
“Brutal,” You bit on your bottom lip, setting your book down beside your cup of tea to lean forward, “May I touch it?”
He hesitated for a moment, catching eyes from you, a feeling of uneasiness resting in his chest at how close you were to his face. If he focused, he could feel you breathing onto him, “gently. Not many have had the privilege of doing so.”
Nodding slowly, you reached out and pressed your fingers to the shaft of his tail, trailing them upwards. “It feels smooth,” You remarked, as if that surprised you, “I kind of like it.”
A mixture of a sigh of contentment and a purr escaped from Kurt’s agape lips as you brushed your fingers along his tail. It was a strange sensation; it almost felt burning, but cooling at the same time. Clearing his throat, he played with the collar of the red, leather material jacket on his shoulders and looked down at you, “That’s pretty cool.” You told him, sitting back but letting your hand rest on his thigh for a few seconds longer.
He tensed up, clenching his jaw. Being touched was something he wasn’t accustomed to, and with his religious beliefs, being touched the way you were touching him was surely outside the realms of wedlock. “(N-Name).” He squeaked, crossing his legs and successfully kicking your hand off his body. “we’ve not even kissed, why are you touching me like that?”
“Oh, my go-.” You paused and blushed, “I’m so sorry, Kurt. I didn’t notice!” Holding your hands up in defense you sat back, grabbing your things, “Oh, I’m so sorry… I’ll just leave…”
“I want to kiss you though!” He gasped, not moving from his seat. Why had he said that? Stupid! Kurt began beating himself up, and locked his eyes on a lamp in front of him for he was too afraid to meet your eyes.
“You… What?”
“No-Nothing.”
“You said you wanted to… kiss me.”
He remained silent for a few seconds longer than needed before nodding, his black and blue streaked hair being pushed back by one of his hands, “I did, and I mean well. I don’t want to scare you off. I have a tendency of doing that—”
“What if I told you I wanted you to?”
“Come here then.” Kurt beckoned.
You glanced at him, placing your things down on the coffee table in front of the couch before sitting yourself back beside him. He didn’t appear nervous, but he could have been. You surely were. This was going to be your first kiss. Grabbing your hands slowly, Kurt gazed down at them, studying your smooth skin with his six fingers. There was no doubt that you were beautiful, and smart, not to mention funny, and charming- He began rambling inside of his head, something that he found himself doing more often than not now-a-days.
He squeezed his eyes shut.
Lifted your hands.
And pressed the lightest kiss to your knuckles as he could possible muster.
“There…” He chuckled more to himself, “I want our first kiss to be more special than a spontaneous moment on the couch, because I said it out loud. Give me a week to plan you the perfect kiss, and I promise I’ll deliver then.”
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