Lake of Fire [k. cobain]

eleven

Andi

I left the bedroom and tiptoed out to the main living area, barefoot, with wet hair.

I saw Kurt over in the kitchen. He was attentively watching a pan on the stove. He looked even better than usual in pajamas. I grinned as I walked over to him.

"Hey, Kurt."

"Hey, Andi." I would never get over the way Kurt smiled at me. I felt like my heart was going to melt. "You look beautiful. Go have a seat and I'll bring you your dinner."

"Okay," I grinned. I took a seat at the beautiful hardwood table that was adjacent to the kitchen and waited.

A moment later Kurt appeared with a plate of food that he brought and placed in front of me. It was chicken parm!

"Wow, Kurt, this looks great!"

"I hope it is," Kurt answered. He went back to get his plate and returned a moment later. He took a seat opposite me.

I took a bite of the chicken. It was delicious.

"Wow, Kurt, this is so good."

"Thanks. I learned to cook this just for you."

"That's so sweet," I answered. We ate mostly in comfortable silence.

When dinner was finished, Kurt suddenly stood up.

"Dance with me, Andi." I looked at him nervously. It seemed out of character for him to want to dance with me. He walked over to the very nice stereo system that was tucked into the corner of the living room.

A second later, a song I recognized started playing.

"Hey! This is the Beatles!" I exclaimed. It was Something, to be exact.

"Yep," answered Kurt proudly. "See, you know some music!" He walked over to me and reached out his hand, motioning for me to get up and come with him.

I stood and he guided me into his embrace. I immediately felt goosebumps spring up all over my arms. My heart pounded.

"Don't worry, I can't dance," Kurt said softly with a laugh.

"Me either," I chuckled. We awkwardly swayed back and forth, holding one another while the song played. It felt so perfect, being wrapped in Kurt's arms. The song ended, and Kurt very slowly leaned in and kissed me so softly that our lips barely touched. I responded eagerly.

Kurt cradled my face in his hands. He smiled at me so beautifully. I grinned back at him.

"You're so stunning. I can't believe you're here with me."

"Me either," I answered. "You're absolutely gorgeous, Kurt, and you're amazing in so many ways." Kurt shook his head.

"I'm not as great as you think I am," he answered darkly. I frowned.

"I want to know all about you, Kurt," I told him honestly. He stared very intently into my eyes for a long moment. Finally, he spoke.

"Tonight is all about you. Talk about me can wait until another time." He leaned closer to me and all I could think about was kissing him.

His lips met mine and kissed me ever so softly. When we paused, he took my hand and gently led me to the bedroom. My heart hammered.

He kissed me again, still softly, but with a bit more urgency than before. I kissed him back eagerly. I felt less nervous as time went on.

I boldly reached for the hem of his shirt. I felt so comfortable with Kurt, it just felt natural. He seemed surprised for a second but obliged and helped me remove his shirt.

He was so handsome and his skin felt like silk when I ran my fingers over it. Kurt very gently started kissing from my cheek down to my neck. He kissed me with some pressure at the base of my neck and I involuntarily let out a little moan.

Kurt slowly slid up the hem of my shirt. I got goosebumps from where his fingers brushed my bare skin. He gently removed my shirt from over my head. I blushed as he looked at me.

"You are so fucking beautiful, Andi." He wrapped me close into his arms and kissed me again. Our bare skin pressed together was driving me crazy. I knew I wanted this with him.

Gradually, we removed the rest of one another's clothes. Kurt laid me down onto the bed and leaned over me.

"Are you okay, Andi?" He asked breathlessly.

"Never better," I answered and he kissed me harder. I felt his body press against mine and I was nervous for a second but I knew I wanted this more than anything.

Kurt made love to me and it was everything I imagined and so much more. I could tell he took care to make everything about me. I knew without a doubt I waited until the right time to have sex, because nothing could have been more perfect than this night.

Afterwards, he held me close to him.

"Andi. You are perfect." He traced the side of my face with his hand.

"No, you are," I answered.

"I hope tonight was special."

"It was perfect." I yawned.

"Getting tired?" Kurt asked.

"You wore me out," I teased, blushing. Kurt grinned boyishly. It was cute.

"Sleep, my dear," he said a moment later, resting on his back and pulling me to his chest. I rested there, complete contentedly, listening to the sound of his beating heart.

Tonight had been so much better than anything I ever could have imagined. I couldn't believe that any of this was real. And I now knew something without a doubt.

I was in love with Kurt Cobain.