Confessions - The Story of Kurt & Lilly [From 'The Daydreamer']

Lilly couldn't help but let her disobedient eyes roam over his full length. He stood before her his hair as always ruffled and curly in a deep midnight black, loose small curls falling around his eyes just as she remembered. His face was chiselled and masculine yet it was soft to her, his face taunted her as her hands twitched to reach out and actually touch him. His eyes were of a light green with little flecks of gold and brown that always made her think of him as someone mysterious and enchanting. His lips as always made her crave for him that much more and they were the one thing she had dreamt of most of all, pressed to hers. His figure was tall and built, he loomed over her gracefully almost like a tower, yet a tower that wasn't dominant yet only warm and comforting. She knew underneath that long sleeved black top and jeans there was a figure and muscles that she would drool over. It was his body after all that made her heart hammer, her blood pump hard, her body to tingle and ache and for her hormones to run wild. She wanted to wrap her body around him and have him grounded into her very centre where he belonged, to feel his skin and muscles beneath her bare skin and to feel him move, to have him hold her just like she wanted many years ago, but then she knew that if she did so she'd never be able to leave. But she didn't want to leave this time.

Lilly couldn't help but whimper as she met his gaze as she began to ache, her body pleading for him to just touch her, anywhere, even an eyelash. She was throbbing in utter need.

As soon as the sound left her lips Kurt grew anxious as he reached out to her his hand resting on the side of her face "Where does it hurt love?" he asked softly wanting to remove any pain from this beautiful creature.

Mutely she dragged his hand to sit just above her heart and it took all that he was to not get carried away, to not let his hand wander further down to those beautiful breasts, for him not to tear off her shirt. However this gesture took away his murderous need and replaced him with anger. He would kill him; the man that she loved that had hurt her, that broke her heart. That heart was for him to nurture and cradle in his hands tenderly, and he knew he would have done that.

He studied her more and he could see the signs of pain and loss, it was almost like looking in the mirror, her eyes were beautiful as ever but he could see the utter pain within them and the loss of colour, the lines underneath with heavy weight, her lips that trembled and quivered and he realised he had not seen her smile yet. What had happened to my beautiful angel? He wondered. No he reminded himself she was not his; this is why she was here now in tears, if she was yours she would never be in tears and in grief he reminded himself. Never. He didn't even know why she was here with Lance's pack, was the bastard that broke her beautiful heart from this pack? He would kill him.

His touch sent thick heavy currents up Lilly's body, his touch warm and so heavenly, she leant in against his touch her body swelling and pleading for more her ache even bigger, her body feeling empty and incomplete. She needed him like she needed oxygen and she needed him now. The word 'love' made her body melt from the inside out yet she couldn't but help note that there was differences also in him. His eyes were heavy and guarded, distant and even his touch and stance was tentative his face etched with so much pain and loss that it nearly made her cringe. She had been the creator of this pain, her. And with every part of her body she wanted to remove it all, she wanted both hers and his pain to be removed and swept away.

Lilly leant up on her toes moulding her hand to the side of his face her eyes never once leaving his and kissed him. It was a feather light kiss and it was only her kissing but there was a fire, she had always wondered what it would be like to be held and touched by him, to kiss him, and to an extent now she knew. Sure he wasn't kissing back but she realised than what she had missed out on, what she had done. It was the briefest of kisses, maybe a peck though her lips lingered as Kurt stood dead still. She pulled back whispering the only thing that mattered the only thing that had been on her mind since she walked out that door "I love you."