The team dragged themselves back into the hideout, boots felt heavy and their clothes were stained with sweat and dust.
Crates hit the floor with dull thuds as everyone collapsed into chairs or leaned against walls, too exhausted to celebrate.
Cassandra stood near the table, arms crossed with that same detached look in her cold eyes. "It's still not enough," she said flatly. "Not until we can find exactly where his loot houses are."
Rook leaned heavily on the table, fingers drumming against the wood. "That's where Kurt comes in."
As if on cue, Kurt appeared from the kitchen doorway, throwing his arm around Rook's shoulders with a grin.
"Yup. That's where I come in." He handed Rook a beer and cracked one open for himself, taking a long pull.
Rook accepted the bottle and took a sip before setting it down carefully. "Thanks."
Kurt tilted his head afterwards, studying Rook. "Gotta ask, aren't you worried about big bad Braun finding us and retaliating? I mean, we've poked the bear pretty hard at this point."
Rook took another sip and shook his head. "It wouldn't be that easy. Our guild's base is hidden, and anyone starts asking questions around the D-rank district, word will get to me."
He met Kurt's gaze. "And you should worry more about receiving your certification tomorrow. Can't get to the Foxhole without it."
"Yeah, yeah," Kurt said, waving a hand dismissively. "Can't bloody wait."
He downed another gulp of beer, scanned the room, and spotted Emma across the lounge talking with a few guild members.
She was gesturing with one hand, probably going over logistics or tearing someone apart verbally, it was hard to tell with Emma.
Kurt set his beer down and made his way over. When he reached her, he grabbed her hand. "I gotta talk to you."
Emma glanced at him, then back at the guild members. "I'm in the middle of—"
"Won't take long." He was already pulling her toward the hallway.
She shot an apologetic look at the others and let herself be dragged along. "This better be important, Kurt."
Kurt pulled her into the storage room and shut the door behind them.
To his surprise, when Kurt turned, Emma was already on him, hand fisting in his shirt as she pulled him down into a bruising kiss.
Then she shoved him, breaking the kiss, both breathing hard, and Kurt couldn't help but grin. "Stressed?"
"You have no fucking idea." Emma's fingers worked at his belt. "We've been running raids non-stop, Braun's probably planning something, and you're walking into the E district tomorrow..."
"Em. Could it be that you're worried about me? Or are you just sad you won't get to use me for my body for a while?" Kurt backed her against the crates, a smug look on his face.
Emma let go of his belt and folded her arms. "Oh please, let's not pretend you dragged me into a storage room just to 'talk'"
Kurt ran his fingers through his hair. "You got me. I've been thinking about you in that gown all bloody week."
Emma stared at him for a moment, that intense, unreadable gaze of hers that both frightened and turned Kurt on.
"Fuck me..." She sighed and cursed simultaneously, already unbuttoning her denim shorts.
Kurt watched, heat pooling in his gut, as she shimmied out of her shorts and kicked them aside without looking, her slightly tanned legs flexing, that tribal tattoo curling up her right arm.
Her dark hair, loose in its messy ponytail, swayed with the motion, bangs falling into those sharp grey eyes that could kill a man faster than her Berettas ever did.
She stood there in nothing but a black tank top clinging to her sweat-damp curves and those soaked black panties that barely qualified as underwear anymore.
Kurt started stripping too, pulling off his shirt and finished unbuckling his belt. He yanked his shirt over his head, buttons popping somewhere in his haste.
Belt clinked open, zipper rasped down, and his cock sprang free, already thick and heavy, veins pulsing as blood rushed south. Half-hard, turned fully rigid in seconds under her stare.
"I promise to last more than six seconds," Kurt said with a grin designed to piss her off.
Emma's lips curled into a smirk. Her eyes raked down his length, lingering on the swollen head already leaking pre-cum. "Fuck you."
"That's the plan, sweetheart," Kurt shot back with that same smug expression.
She grabbed him by the collar, yanked him forward, and kissed him hard. Her teeth caught his lower lip, and he groaned into her mouth.
He kept tasting her lips and tongue, the kiss so intoxicating, he could probably get off with just that. His throbbing length however, agreed to disagree.
Kurt pulled back and spun her fast, slamming her front against the rough concrete wall. Her palms slapped flat for balance, and he pressed in behind, grinding his bare cock between her thighs.
The head dragged along the soaked crotch of her panties, parting her plump lips through the thin cotton, slick heat coating him instantly. She was drenched, dripping down her inner thighs already.
In response, Emma tilted her head back, exposing the side of her neck, and Kurt dove in, mouth latching on, sucking hard while his tongue flicked over her pulse. She smelled like gun powder and raw arousal.
"So," Kurt murmured against her neck, "who was the guy anyway?"
She snorted with an eyebrow raised, ignoring the question. Instead she rolled her hips back, grinding her ass against his pelvis so his cock slid forward again, bumping her clit through the fabric, and a rough moan tore out of her throat, low, guttural, the kind that made Kurt's balls tighten.
"Just curious," Kurt said, rolling his hips as his cock slid back and forth between her thighs, rubbing against her plump lips through the soaked fabric.
He could feel her wetness coating him, and she moaned again, low and rough. The sound, sending an electric surge through his brain and spine.
Emma laughed softly. "Just some guy. Didn't work out." Her hand shot down between her legs, wrapping around his shaft from the front. Calloused fingers squeezed, thumb smearing the slick pre-cum and her own wetness over the sensitive head. "Can we cut the chit-chat and fuck already?"
"Oh definitely." Kurt kissed her again, then moved to the back of her neck, teeth and tongue grazing her skin in a sensation that made Emma throw her hand back, nails digging into his nape and pulling him closer.
"Shame he couldn't make you cum the way you bloody well deserve," Kurt murmured against her ear and bit softly on her ear lobe.
Emma's breath hitched sharp. Her pussy clenched on nothing as more wetness flooded out. Kurt hooked a finger in the crotch of her panties, yanked the fabric aside roughly. The cool air hit her exposed cunt, swollen, glistening, lips parted and begging.
He lined up, thick head nudging her entrance. Then he pushed in slow, savoring every inch as her tight heat swallowed him.
"Fuck—!" Emma snarled, fingers clawing the wall, leaving gouges in the paint.
Kurt groaned, hands clamped against her wide hips. "Bloody hell, Emma. You're perfect."
He started moving, slow at first, letting her adjust, but Emma wasn't one for patience. She pushed back against him, taking him deeper, and growled, "Stop being a pussy. You know how I like it."
Kurt didn't need to be told twice. He pulled back almost all the way, then slammed home, hard and deep. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed off the crates, and her ass jiggled with each punishing thrust.
He gripped harder, nails digging crescents into her hips as the rhythm turned savage. A relentless pounding that made her thighs tremble, slick dripping down in thick strands to puddle on the ground.
"Goddamn," Emma panted, her voice breaking. "Harder."
Kurt obliged, driving into her with everything he had. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the storage room, mixing with Emma's moans and Kurt's ragged breathing.
He shifted her panties farther aside, held them pinned with one hand while the other spread her cheeks wide. Every thrust bottomed out, cockhead battering her cervix, stretching her open.
"Who's making you feel this good?" Kurt growled in her ear.
"Shut the fuck up~and keep going," Emma gasped, her voice high and breathless. "Shit... don't stop—I'm so fucking close—"
She came with a sharp cry, her body tightening around him, walls spasming, trying to milk his length in violent pulses. Kurt groaned, mustering enough strength to keep himself from cumming, barely holding on, hips stuttering as he felt her clamp tighter against him.
But Emma wasn't done. She pushed him back, turned around, and shoved him onto a crate.
"My turn," she said, climbing onto his lap and Kurt summoned all the willpower he had to not explode right there and then.
She sank down onto him in one brutal drop, taking every inch until her ass met his thighs. Kurt's head fell back, his hands finding her cheeks and sinking in.
Emma rode him hard, taking control, her hips rolling in a rhythm that had him seeing white. Her tank top rode up as she bounced, exposing the soft, sweat-slick undersides of her breasts. Hard nipples poking against the fabric like they were daring him to rip the damn thing off.
Half-covered, half-bared. Just enough tease to make a man's brain short-circuit. If that wasn't the sweetest sight in the whole rotten world, Kurt didn't know what was.
See, the only thing better than a naked lady, skin flushed, legs spread, no secrets left, was one who was still half-naked. The tease of it, hinting at what was underneath while refusing to give it all up. Like she was saying, "Yeah, you've got your cock buried balls-deep in me, love, but I'm still the one calling the shots."
That little strip of exposed flesh, the curve where breast met ribcage, glistening with sweat. Christ, that was enough to make a saint reconsider his vows.
And Kurt was no saint. But right then, watching Emma grind down slowly, feeling her tight heat squeeze him like she was trying to wring every last drop of sin out of his worthless soul, Kurt was done pretending to have any bloody self-control left.
"You like that huh?" Emma whispered in his ear, nails raking his shoulders, leaving red trails as she bounced up, down, front and back. Her ass clapping against him on every downstroke, wet, obscene sounds filling the room.
"Holy shit, yes," Kurt managed, his voice strained.
She grinned, wicked and wild, and leaned in to bite his lip while slowing just enough to torture him, dragging her slick walls up his length inch by torturous inch before slamming back down."Yeah, you do."
"Fuck—Emma—" Kurt gripped her ass hard enough to leave it bruised and draw out a soft moan from her.
A noise outside the door, footsteps and muffled voices, made them both freeze for a heartbeat.
His cock throbbed, buried to the root inside Emma's pulsing heat. Her inner walls clenching harder as a breathless laugh escaped her lips.
"If we get caught, I'm gonna fucking kill you," she whispered, then rolled her hips again, harder.
The threat only made Kurt thrust up fiercer, chasing the edge.
"Shit~Kurt." She gasped from another orgasm. Cumming again, her nails raked down his chest, body shaking violently, a string of curses spilling from her lips as she ground down, clit rubbing against his pelvis.
That did it... Kurt was done. Shaft glistening with her release, balls drawn tight and on the verge of release.
Emma realizing this, pulled off his massive throbbing length suddenly, and dropped to her knees on the gritty floor. "Not inside, my mouth," she ordered with a strained voice.
She opened wide, tongue flat, eyes locked on his, and Kurt lined up, tip brushing her lips. The heat of her breath alone—
He exploded.
Thick ropes pulsed across her tongue, filling her mouth in heavy spurts. Kurt groaned ragged, hands fisting her ponytail, hips jerking. It kept coming—spurt after spurt, an obscene volume flooding her until her cheeks bulged slightly.
"Christ... Emma," Kurt gasped, his hands tangling tighter in her hair as he kept pumping into her mouth, hips jerking with each pulse. She took him deeper, throat contracting around him as she swallowed stream after stream.
Emma swallowed greedily, throat working, gulping it down without spilling a drop. When he finally finished, one last thick rope caught her cheek.
With that familiar feral grin on her face, she pulled back with a wet pop, licked her lips, then swiped the stray cum with two fingers and sucked them clean. "Enthusiastic, aren't we?"
Kurt chuckled weakly. "You have that effect on me."
She leaned in, sucked his sensitive tip once more, making him hiss. Then stood, yanking her clothes back on like nothing happened.
Kurt slumped against the crate, still catching his breath. "Bloody hell, Emma."
Emma smirked as she lifted and buttoned her shorts. "I should make plans more often."
Kurt let out a breathless laugh. "Happy to be of service."
Emma rolled her eyes, smiling as she recalled what Kurt growled into her ear earlier while he was balls-deep. "Who's making you feel this good?" She repeated in a mocking tone.
He groaned as the memory hit him like a slap. "I was... trying something."
Emma shot him a teasing smile. "Uh-huh?"
"I mean—" he started, gesturing vaguely with one hand, "—y'know. Dirty talk. Thought it might… heat things up. Worked in the moment, didn't it? You came so hard right after."
"You've got to be shitting me." Emma let out a harsh laugh and leaned in close, their noses touching. "Next time you wanna talk dirty? Just call me a filthy little slut and tell me how tight I feel when I'm choking on your cock. Skip the Hallmark-card crap."
"Noted."
Emma straightened, and just like that, the walls went back up. She turned away, adjusting her tank top with sharp movements. When she faced him again, her expression had gone cold. "You'll be heading out tomorrow," she said flatly. "I could make you a list of all the shit that could go wrong."
Kurt nodded, pulling his shirt back on. "I know."
"Do you?" She crossed her arms. "Because if you get made, or something happens, Rook won't be there to help. None of us will."
"I'll be fine, Em."
"Yeah." She moved to the door, not sounding totally convinced, then paused. "And Kurt?"
"Yeah?" Kurt asked.
"Don't fuck it up," Emma said, and walked out, leaving him there alone, still breathing hard and wishing desperately that he had a cigarette.