Kurt goes first

Kurt shook with anger, his eyes blasting bullets into her defiant gaze. "Don't. Tempt. Me."

Heather motioned her fingers towards her with outstretched arms, then beat her chest"Fucking
bring it, limp dick."

"You whore!" Kurt roared and ran to her. She clocked him with her forearm, redirecting his
**** back into his head, and both found themselves falling to the ground. He yelled,
launching himself on top of her, paws on her shoulders, and Heather kicked at the ground into
his crotch. After a few jabs, she managed to score one in his jewels, and he shrieked, rolling
off of her. She pounced on him, screaming as she raked her nails on his cheek. Ignoring the
pain down south with a snort, he brought a hand to her temple, smacking Heather down and he
found himself on top again. He pinned her down on her collar, inadvertently gripped the top of her top.

She yelped, shaking her head to clear her vision, and grabbed her Kurt's shirt. It tore with an audible rip, exposing much of his chest. She threw her other hand at his eyes, but he dodged, tumbling to her side. Her top went with him, and she too found herself with her chest exposed, her ample tits clad in a dark red bra. Kurt looked up, regarding her state with an arched eyebrow.

Heather took the distraction as an opening to again leap on him, but he recovered quickly, spinning Heather under him again. Now Kurt **** her arms to her torso and her legs together with his, and stared into her eyes with a quiet intensity. Heather sneered, and gargled saliva in the back of her mouth. She expectorated into an eye, and he gurgled in disgust.

Heather and Kurt had never gotten along, but this is certainly their worst, Heather thought. Now immobile, with Kurt's heavy, muscled frame above her, one thought came to her mind, and she pushed it out of her lips.

"Now you even have your own cousin half-naked under you. What now, fucker?"

Kurt's brain cracked. Only Heather could get under his skin like this. Only Heather could claw at his god damn soul, and he knew the reason why. They both had the same attitude, a seductive and fiery spirit that manifested itself in different ways in each of them. Kurt hunted women like they were prey, patiently playing the seduction game in any way until the goal in his mind had been reached. Heather relentless teased guys until they succumbed on their own accord, and the end result pleased both parties.

Heather seemingly had a set of standards she abode by, in that she wouldn't go after her friends, though Kurt knew that Zack was a delicious exception in her eyes. Heather never considered that Zack had feelings for anyone else, and Kurt knew the news regarding Zack's crush on Victoria sent shock waves through her. With their shared spirit, he had sensed it immediately. Still, Kurt had wondered if she would pursue Zack anyway, and deep down he knew the answer would be yes. Heather was more similar to him than she wanted to admit, and he wanted her to do exactly that.