Carne Vale

CARNE VALE CHAPTER EIGHTEEN (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, I'm not sure, but I think I heard that weird dolphin laugh in the bathroom and my tub has the curtain drawn...how fast does Dodo travel again? InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink are megagroovy people because they are kind enough to archand and make little fic writers like me happy as clams. Readers/Reviewers: The Killer Kitties (tm) shot me the finger (paw?) and stole my ..Be..Be on the look out for two kitties pulling a Thelma and Louise minus the Grand Canyon scene...


)Hi, God. It's me. Kitty. I mean, I guess you knew that since you're God and all...but, um...yeah. So since you're God and all, you know about me and Kurt and you know that he's Catholic. I'm sure you're familiar with the Catholics. Big Church, incense, that weird chanting that the monk guys do...Catholics. Okay. Well, I don't understand exactly why but I kind of get why Kurt gave up lovemaking for this Lent thing. Lent is a little depressing all told, from what I can figure out. My Yaya said that it's paying for sin in retail, but she always thought those "goy jokes" were funny... Sorry. I babble. But You knew that. _ Kitty paused and composed her thoughts. The sun was just peeking through her window shades and she was wide awake, staring at the lightening shadows on her ceiling. _I want to help him do this, God, and I want to be good, but this is all so foreign to me. I understand giving something up if it'll make you stronger or help someone else, but I don't see how this helps either one of us. Is it wrong for me to like sleeping with him so much? I don't feel guilty...I mean, guilt is for doing something wrong and the way I see it, you invented sex, right? Well, you wouldn't invent something bad...though that kinda backfires when you think of things like murder and rape, huh? Too much philosophy for this early hour. Um, in short, I just want to ask if You could maybe give me a little extra strength until this is overwith? Thank you. And I also wanted to say thanks for this whole mutant thing. Weird, huh? But I really can't imagine my life if I were normal... _ Kitty sighed and knew she would get no more sleep that morning. She stretched her legs under the thin blanket, the small ceramic heater Kurt had given her at Chanukah ("You're always so cold, Liebes!" he had told her when she opened it. The thought made her smile. _He's always considerate of me... _) radiating red warmth to fill the room. She thought back to the night before, Kurt's ghost like preparation of dinner and his disappearance before she returned home had left her feeling more than a little guilty and less than thrilled with her behavior early that day. She had eaten glumly, going through the rituals so halfheartedly that her guilt was compounded, and gone to bed after letting Beast check her injuries once more. _At least I avoided Logan. I don't want him to see me like this before he deals with Pietro... _ Kitty slid out of bed and wiggled her toes in front of the heater, relishing the warmth she knew would be lacking in the hall. Steeling herself for the certain chill, she slid into her bunny slippers and headed towards the kitchen for a pre-yoga snack.

Logan was no fool. He knew Kitty had been avoiding him. He had purposefully stayed away when she had her dinner the night be wie with Jean, who was taking Kurt's place at the table it seemed. He had even stayed away when she went to see Beast, not subtle in her trip to the infirmary, making noise and chattering with Bobby and Amara, only falling silent when Storm walked by. Kitty did not see him sitting in the corner of the rec room, pretending to read the sports section and watching her. Tabby had spilled her knowledge of Kitty's injuries at the first sign of threat from LoganHow How the Hell do I seem to these kids? I'll be the first to admit I want to kill 'em sometimes, but do they actually think I'd do it? _ The blonde had kept one hand pressed over her stomach and one balled into a fist, clearly protective and almost amusing in her fearful aggression. It had not taken much to make her tell all she knew and he had already been to see Pietro, but Kitty had no way of knowing that. He could hear her now, walking on heavy feet into the kitchen, her slippers making a soft swooshing noise against the wooden floor as she trudged to breakfast. He waited until she phased her head and shoulders into the fridge to scrounge for the peach he knew she was saving and moved behind her , standing close enough that she would run into him as soon as she stood up. She straightened and yelped, making Logan grin in spite of himself. "Half-Pint," he said cordially.
"Logan!" she yelped again, not turning to face him by expenditure of will. "Didn't know you were up..."
"Come on, Half-Pint...you know better than that. I'm up at the crack of dawn..." _If I even go to sleep the night before. _ "Storm said you weren't feelin' good."
"Um..."
"Kitty, turn around."
"I...uh...I need to get the milk!" Her hand was in the fridge when he turned her forcibly to face him. "Logan..."
His jaw was clenched so tightly that the muscle ticked. "I come back from a nice little trip with Storm and find out almost all Hell broke loose in just a few days...Want to tell me what happened with the Danger Room first or give me your side of the fight with Pietro?"
Kitty cringed. Her foster father's grip wasn't tight but he was holding her bruised arm. Her facial expression told him of her pain and he let go with a murmured apology. "I guess...the Danger Room first..." Kitty haltingly told him of the fight in the training room a few days before, editing out the subterfuge in Cecilia's room and the current theory amongst the female population of the mansion that Beast's lady friend was really Mystique. "And I'm really sorry!" she sobbed, in tears by the story's end. "I know how important the Danger Room is to our training and I know it's so expensive to fix and I'll pay all the money I have to help repair it and...and..."
"Half-Pint!" Logan growled good-naturedly. "We need to replace some wiring. It's pricey but won't break the bank. And I think it's time you learned some minor electronics anyway...you're already aces on the computer so why not see about the circuitry, huh?" She sniffed wetly and nodded. "I just wanted to hear your side of things. I don't entirely trust Tabby and Beast was mighty pissed about the Danger Room...you guys scared the Hell out of his friend."
Kitty noticed the slight emphasis on the word "friend." "Doctor Reyes, you mean? She's...nice, I guess."
"You guess?" Logan snorted and shook his head. "Hell, if it weren't for Ro, I'd play for her myself..."
Kitty forced a smile. "I'm tellin'."
"Eat your damn peach and go do your yoga. Seems Pietro's sister is coming over to help control him while we let him stretch his legs a bit..." He cursed under his breath and said, "When'd we become a damned kennel?"
"Around the fifth mutant, I think," Kitty said blithely as she took her fruit and fled Logan's gaze, lingering on her bruises. She knew he was going to be watching her closely, thinking she was hiding something, so she set her jaw and determined not to give him anything to question. Gaining her room, she threw the peach pit into thash ash and carefully stretched, her bones popping and groaning in protest. _I'm too young to be old _, she thought to herself, forcing leaden legs to take her to the dresser so she could dig out her yoga clothes, more form-fitting than she liked but allowing freedom of movement that streetclothes or sweats could not. Kurt was a notoriously late sleeper when he was not in her bed or she in his, and she found she missed him profoundly that morning. She had grown used to seeing him snoring away as she got dressed or waking to find him staring at her with a look she had come to recognize as passionate want. Kitty stared at herself in the mirror above her dresser and sighed. She was pale where she was not bruised and her hair was flat where it did not twirl in rat nests from a restless sleep. She let her eyes travel down her from her face and her dark-circled eyes to her neck where a faint mauve mark showed the reach of her bruising, then to the slight jut of her collarbones, just above the immediate swell of her breasts that had damned her when she was younger and now only reminded her she bore more flesh than was aesthetically acceptable after 1952. A sudden giggle bubbled to her throat. _Kurt doesn't mind...he likes how I look for some weird reason. He's always telling me I need to be naked more often... _ In a fit of self acceptance, she pulled her shirt carefully over her head and flung it aside, her pajama bottoms flying to join it somewhere near her computer desk. Taking a deep breath, she forced herseo loo look at her naked body, every inch of bare flesh she could see in the mirror and then what she could see when she stood on her toes, craning her neck when she turned her back on her reflection. I just don't get it...maybe love really is blind...Ugh. Am I supposed to have a dimple there? She sighed and stood flat footed again, turning to face herself, her yoga forgotten for the moment. _All in all...not too bad. At least I don't have a third arm growing out of my belly button or something. Or a goiter. That's disturbing on a teenager. Though, my Aunt Honey could make it work... _ Kitty startled herself, her fingers brushing over her breasts making her jump, a soft sound of surprise escaping her lips. _Geezum crow... Maybe I'm a nympho and didn't know it. Though, nymphos can't have orgasms...guess I'm safe from that, then... _ As she let her mind wander, her fingers followed suite, seeking paths known from long association and subconscious directions, nerves crying out to be soothed as others sought to enflame. The mere thought of sharing a bed with Kurt had made Kitty feel warm low in her belly and her own touch was fanning the warmth into a full-fledged flame. She brushed against the dampening curls at the juncture of her thighs, her eyes fluttering closed, when she was aware of a scratching sound on her door, as if someone did not want to disturb her rest. Kitty jerked guiltily and grabbed her robe, tying it tightly over her nudity before opening the door. "Oh! Kurt! I thought you were asleep!"
Kurt nodded and yawned widely, making Kitty do the same by force of reaction. "I was," he allowed. "But Herr Logan told me to get you to come downstairs. Wanda is here and she's insisting Rogue come with her to...er...run Pietro. And Rogue says she won't go unless someone else comes with her and Logan thinks it should be you."
"Why?" Kitty asked before she could stop herself. She was acutely aware of the lingering desire seeping through her loins and the guilty stickiness on her fingertips. She was sure Kurt could tell what she had been doing and that both shamed and titillated her. "And why don't we just let Pietro go if Logan's already seen him and shaken him down?"
"Don't know...ask him..." Kurt shrugged, feeling too tired after a night spent fighting his personal demons of lust that appeared in lovely Kitty-shaped packages to care about Pietro or why he was still in their home.
Kitty rolled her eyes and sighed. "Okay. I'll get dressed and go down then." Frowning slightly, she reached forward and carefully pushed a lock of hair from Kurt's face. "It was going to get in your eye," she said by way of explanation.
Kurt nodded but remained silent. His teeth ground together in frustration-he knew what Kitty had been doing when he knocked. He could smell it on her and he felt his desire spike painfully. He had woken up in a state and it seemed he would remain priapic until Easter if things did not change soon. "See you after Wanda's gone, then...Are you going to help Tabby move?" he managed to ask with onlylighlight roughness to his voice.
"I'm going to help her unpack," Kitty yawned, her mind already drifting to thoughts of Mystique and Pietro. Kurt muttered a response and stalked towards his room. "Uh, love you too," she said to thin air, shaking her head in dull amusement. _ Maybe today won't be so bad...I didn't even try to molest him really... _

Kurt found Scott outside the infirmary, murmuring in low tones with Logan. As he approached, he caught the names "Pietro" and "Wanda." Growling softly, Kurt asked, "Is he leaving yet?"
Logan sighed. "Nearest we can figure, he doesn't really know where Mystique is and he's about as crazy as a bed bug."
Kurt snorted. "Great. Is he leaving?" he repeated.
"That's what Wanda's here for," Scott said with the ghost of a smile. "Who better to turn him over to than family? She may hate us, but she hates him more..."
Kurt nodded, Kitty's approaching steps silencing the men. Kitty smiled at them and continued past to where Rogue could be seen waiting tensely with Tabby and Wanda, Logan moving to join them with a barely uttered "This is so going to Hell in a handbasket..."
Scott turned to join him but Kurt grabbed his friend's arm. "I'll have you know that I am doing just fine not having sex with Kitty!"
Scott looked at him appraisingly. "Sure. That's why you're testy and so high strung you could be a violin."
"Klappe. This is all your fault anyway!" he sulked, turning loose Scott's limb. "If you hadn't picked at me about this, I never would have given up making love with Kitty. I'd have given up chocolate again or something..."
Scott sighed. "Fine. If it'll get you to quit moping, what can I do to make it up to you when Lent is over?"
Kurt smiled sharkily. "Hotel room for the weekend after Easter. I don't care where. And a cover story for Logan and the Professor."
"Kurt! I'm not paying for you and Kitty to go at it like bunnies!"
"It's either that or I'm really noisy. REALLY noisy. In German."
"Which hotel?" Scott sighed.