The quiet of the X-Mansion was nearly suffocating. The dark halls were eerily silent, the only sound the soft breeze rattling the trees outside and the faint hum of the mansion’s heating system. Inside Kurt’s room, though, the air was thick with heat—both from the warmth of the blankets and the heat radiating from his and your bodies.

You lay beneath Kurt, your legs tangled with his, skin flush and breathing uneven. The two of you had been in your own world for what felt like hours, your hands and lips exploring, finding new places to touch and tease. The connection between you two was electric, and every passing second made you crave more, your body alight with desire. The sound of skin to skin contact was desperately trying to be quiet, the pillows blocked the headboard from banging into the wall by Kurt's powerful thrusts of his hips.

But in the back of Kurt’s mind, something gnawed at him—a warning. He knew the halls of the mansion better than anyone, and although you two had managed to sneak away unnoticed, it was only a matter of time before someone found you. It wasn’t that he didn’t want you—he most certainly did. But the X-Mansion was hardly the most private of places, and the possibility of being interrupted was always there.

Just as the thought crossed his mind, the faint sound of footsteps outside his door froze him in his tracks. His ears twitched, and a wave of tension washed over him. You, too, seemed to sense it, your breath catching as you met his gaze.

Kurt’s eyes widened. “Someone’s coming,” he whispered, his voice low and urgent. But you didn’t care. You were so caught up in the moment, your hands tracing the lines of his back, pulling him closer. You weren’t ready to stop—not yet.