AHS One Shots

Kit/Grace

Kit stumbles down the corridor looking for her.
Never before has he felt this broken. It feels like no matter what he does, he can't be fixed.
On a physical level and emotional.
His head kills from all the electric shock therapy.
His body aches from all the beatings for any mishap.
He's underfed obviously from lack of patient care.
Kits a mess.
He finds her door and slides it open, weird they lock from inside but not out.
"Grace?" He croaks out, feeling his throat close up from not talking lately.
"Kit? What the hell are you doing here? Do you want to get us both in solitary?" She says, her small frame coming into view.
"Kit what happened to you?" She says as she takes in his appearance and grabs his hand pulling him over to sit on her bed.
He doesn't reply, just grabs her face in his hands and crashes his lips to hers.
Although unexpected, Grace instantly responds wrapping an arm around his neck, one going up to his hair.
He wastes no time pinning her to the bed as he pulls her one piece excuse for clothing up slightly and pulls his pants down a bit.
"Tell me if you want me to stop." He mumbles before thrusting into her and conning their lips again.
He goes harder than he has before despite his physically unstable state.
After a few minutes they both finish and slump down for only a second before Kit stands.
"Grace I don't know how long I'll be here.. or alive so I had to do that." He says kissing her once more, then leaving her breathless as he pulls her door shut behind him.