Paradigm Shift

PARADIGM SHIFT CHAPTER ELEVEN (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies and BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE (tm), I think I've found the nature of the secret project. A coconut cake of doooooooom! (insert scary music here)Kristen and Lucas intend to use it to lure Fiametta into a false sense of security before introducing him to Joris... InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink are shiny happy people for archiving (my apologies to REM for that one). ProPhile is a musebunny for sending this idea for the plot my way. ;) Readers/Reviewers: It's official. The Killer Kitties (tm) and their Minions (tm) are insane. They've tako hio hiding under the shrubbery and making birdcalls in the hopes of building their own avian army. *sigh *


"How?" Kurt asked when he opened his eyes. He was not surprised to find that he was in the med lab again. This time, Kitty was peering down at him instead of Beast and Logan and she looked more agitated than concerned.
"You're going to have to stop fainting every time you're surprised...It's getting hard to keep this a secret, you know. I very nearly told Tabby just on impulse." Kitty pushed her fringe behind her ears and sighed. "I really wouldn't have, you know, but she was really pushy about what was wrong with you. Wanda had to actually drag her out of here!"
Kurt took a deep breath, willing the butterflies heaving in his stomach into some sense of order. "Kitty...the baby...who...who is the father?"
"Uh...why?" Kitty leaned in closer and said sotto voce, "It's Pietro and everyone knows it, but why did Tabby being pregnant make you faint?" She had a sick feeling that she knew why but she wanted confirmation.
"Um, no reason. None at all. Pietro, huh? Didn't see that coming." Kurt cringed at his own bad pun. "Sorry."
"First, ew. Second, I guess you need to know about Tabby and Wanda, too. It's like this...they're sort of...well, a couple."
"A couple?"
"A couple."
"A couple of what?"
"Lesbians, I guess. Or at least Wanda is. Out and proud, she said. Tabby isn't commenting." Kitty stood and smoothed the front of her shirt in a nervous gesture. "Kurt, I don't really want to know but I kind of do...where you're from...did you and Tabby? I mean...you fainted for a reason!"
Kurt sighed and closed his eyes, sinking back into the thin pillow beneath him and wishing he had Kitty's mutation for just ten minutes so he could vanish through the floor. "Once," he finally said, very quietly. "One time. I was mad at you. You had gone out with Lance even after he...he did something." Kurt rolled away, presenting Kitty with his back as he curled into a fetal position. He sucked the tip of his tail in an infantile gesture meant to be comforting as he continued, so softly Kitty had to strain to hear him, "I was mad at you because you couldn't see how much I love you and mad at myself because I didn't make my feelings known more clearly. When he hurt you, I went to the Boardinghouse to...to confront him. I didn't know what I was going to do and Scott told me I was being stupid, but I went anyway. I went and he wasn't there. Tabby was, though. She said that..." Kurt bit his lip, a fresh wash of shame and self loathing seeping through his very being at the memory of that awful night.
"What did she say?" Kitty finally managed, albeit thickly. She felt burning hot disgust at what she was hearing, not because Kurt had apparently slept with Tabby but because things were so hideously wrong in this other place, things that made him feel weak and act like he was worthless, things that took him to Tabby's bed...
"Never mind what she said. Everything was such a mistake that night. I haven't tried to be near you since. Not really. You left to go to a wedding in the city the next day and were gone for the weekend and when you came back...it was like you didn't even notice I wasn't near you anymore."
Kitty felt like crying. She suddenly hated everything she used to be before she got to know Kurt and she hated this other self for not changing. "Kurt...don't be so hard on yourself for sleeping with Tabby. I'm sure it's not going to change how I...well, me over there...feels about you."
"That's what I'm afraid of!" he said raggedly.
Kitty sighed harshly. "Kurt, I know that you and I think the same way on many subjects and I know we both think that the people we're meant to be with...we'll end up with them. You and I, we're meant to be together. We'll be together in your world and mine."
"I'm tainted," he finally said, his voice muzzy.
"No, you're not. It sounds like we both made some mistakes. I don't want to know how Lance hurt me, what he did that made you so mad at me, but I have a feeling it's something that I'm regretting over there. Mistakes happen and we move on. What matters is what you have with who you care about. Would it make a difference to you if I wasn't a virgin when we got together?" Kitty made it obvious that it was only a matter of time, in her opinion, until her other self saw the light and realized Kurt was the one she was meant to be with.
"Well, maybe. But not enough to change my feelings. I'd...I'd want to make sure that what we did together was...was special."
Kitty felt herself blush slightly as she averted her eyes from Kurt's suddenly hungry gaze. He had rolled over to look at her and his eyes were almost glowing with his scrutiny. "It was...is..."
Kurt half sat up ask asked urgently, "What was it like, our first time? What did...I mean...who started it? How did it happen?"
She pulled away slightly, leaning back on her heels to put some distance between them. She had not divulged more than basic details to anyone and, even though the person before her was, for all intents and purposes, Kurt, he was not hers. "I really can't say. It's private."
Kurt nodded, abashed. "I apologize for even asking..."
"Don't be sorry. It's just...well, that's something between me and _my _ Kurt...you're another Kitty's Kurt." She wrinkled her nose at the oddity of it all. "When did we start living in the Twilight Zone?"
"Yesterday," Kurt sighed. "I just wish..."
Kitty felt her heart lurch at his sigh. "I'll tell you one thing," she said, leaning over him again to whisper in his ear, "I know __ ab_ about the base of your tail."
Kurt felt himself blush hotly as she speedily departed, her own cheeks read. He barely registered Beast coming into the room and telling him he could leave once his blood pressure had been normal for another twenty minutes. All Kurt could think about was how Kitty had come to find out about his second-most-sensitive area and just how often she utilized that information.


Jubilee grinned to herself, glad to find Remy asleep and snoring so at at three in the afternoon. _Bless the man for liking his naps, _ she thought to herself as she pocketed her lockpick and silently crossed to his bed. She stood there for a moment, looking down at him and watching him sleep, making sure she was still undetected. _Your skills are slippin' old man...last year this time you would've had me in a strangle hold before I got this close... _ As silently as she could, she slipped her t-shirt off over her head and unbuckled her belt, wincing as the metal clasp rasped slightly. Remy paused mid-snore but did not awaken. He fell back to his somnolent rhythm in a matter of moments and Jubilee continued undressing. True to form, he was sleeping in his boxers which Jubilee sent up another silent prayer of thanks for. _All the easier to undress you, my dear, _ she laughed to herself. The chill of the room made her shudder once before she crawled carefully into bed beside him, so slowly that she had to fight the urge to laugh at herself at the mental image she conjured. Once she had reached his side, she stretched out full length and bit her lip in consideration. _Well, no use being fancy about it at this point. _ In one movement, she kissed him soundly on the lips and reached to grasp his flaccid length. Remy woke with a start, grabbing her arms and rolling her onto her back to pin her to the bed before she could even break the kiss.
"Chere," he finally said once he could focus on her, "what in de hell you be tinkin'?"
"Surprise," she said with a grin. Deftly, she flipped him off of her and onto his back in a move that would have made Logan proud so long as he had no idea what she was using his training for. Jubilee straddled Remy, feeling his arousal growing against her as she leaned forward to rest her chin on his chest. "I was tired of you always being in charge. It's my turn!"
"Jubilation," he said, smiling slowly, "all you gotta do was ask..."
"Then what fun would it be?" she asked, rising up and scooting back. "If I asked, then you'd still be in charge, telling me when I could or couldn't do it. This way," she said, pushing his boxers down as he raised his hips slightly to make it easier, "it's a surprise for you and what I wanted to do, so we're both happy."
"We woulda been happy either way, oui?"
"Yep." She shrugged and leaned forward again, brushing her breasts against his skin and feeling the peaks harden ever so slightly. "Now, you be quiet or I'm leaving," she s smi smiling in such a way that he was not sure if she was kidding or not.
Remy inclined his head in acceptance and watched her through narrowed eyes as reached between them and grasped his length. The first slow push of her entrance against his tumescence made him groan softly. She moved slowly, taking him into her welcoming warmth surely but with such an agonizing pace that he had to clench the pillow in his hands to keep from grabbing her hips and thrusting into her hard and fast. He finally did grasp her when she began rocking against him, leaning back to dig her fingers into his thighs in an effort to balance herself as he began moving in response. She gasped and threw her head back as the tension spreading through her body became heated response; Jubilee felt pleasantly out of control, her body not quite her own as she felt the melting sensation begin in her belly and spread downwards, burning and grasping and tightening before spiraling upwards and through her arms and chest. Her face felt hot and she knew she was flushed from her cheeks to her chest as her release began to crash through her body. Remy grabbed her hips tightly and thrust into her again, one last time, hard and fast. He held her there as she shuddered release around him, murmuring his name between mewling gasps. His own release was almost as restrained out of deference to all those awake and about in the house, but the expressions flit acr across his face spoke more than any words he could have said. Jubilee sagged forward against his chest as they regained some semblance of normalcy to their breathing. "You know," he said after a long while, pushing an errant strand from her eyes, "you jus' feel free ta su'prise me anytime, d'accord?"
"Don't think I won't Cajun," she said somewhat breathlessly. The knock on the door made them both swear. "Who is it?" Jubilee said, not caring that it was not her room.
"Kitty." There was a lengthy pause before she said, "Forge needs to see Remy and Jubilee...I kind of need to talk to you big time..." _If anyone would believe this deal with Kurt, it's Miss Reincarnation... _