Saturdays

SATURDAYS CHAPTER TWO (NC-1Y-may as well be safe rather than sorry)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies and BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE (tm), Tim is hiding...I think he fears your power or maybe he's afraid of the choir. InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink are loverly because they archive. :) Readers/Reviewers: Okay, now we have a little glitch in the ongoing Killer Kitty (tm)/Insane Ducky (tm) wars...the Crack Team of Armadillos (not the armadillos on crack, as per ProPhile). I think they're building a fort in the front yard using aluminum cans and paper towel tubes... Eeesh.


Jamie/Rahne


"Come on, Rahne! The movie starts in twenty minutes and it takes ten minutes to get to the theatre!"
Rahne galumped down the stairs with all the good cheer of a person on their way to the electric chair. "It's a dollar movie, Jamie and besides, it's not like they're never going to play _The Princess Bride _ again in Bayville...it's the standard Saturday matinee."
Jamie rolled his eyes. "That's not the point."
"Would you mind telling me what the point is?" she muttered as he ushered her out the front door to the waiting car. "Because I was beginning to fear there wasn't one."
Jamie waited until they were pulling through the circular drive before saying, "The point is, I finally have my learner's permit,1 which means I have to have a licensed driver in the car with me. Which would be..."
"Me?" she said, sighing. She had just gotten her driver's license the week before and had somehow become the official chauffer for the female contingent of the Institute, the request for a ride usually followed by a painfully jovial "You need the practice!"
"Yep. But, in addition," he said, grinning now, "that means we get to be alone. Unchaperoned. No one has to drive us anywhere."
Rahne blinked as realization set in. "Oooooh...our first date without anyone breathing down our necks!"
"Give the girl a cigar! She won!" Jamie announced to an invisible audience as he pulled onto Bayville's main street. He was actually, despite what Evan said, a very good driver. He supposed it came from Kurt's secret lessons, sneaking him out when everyone was asleep to drive up and down the empty road in front of the mansion. More likely, he thought, from Jubilee's trips into town in which she would drive until they were off the property, then switch seats with him. More than once, she had to take the heat for a ding or scratch in the Jeep. _I need to get her a really, really nice birthday present this year... _ He realized that Rahne was talking then and tried to catch up to her train of thought.
"So we don't really have to go to the movie after all, do we? I mean, we can go anywhere within reason..."
"What's wrong with The Princess Bride?" he asked, only a little sullenly.
Rahne slid him a glance out of the corner of her eye. "Nothing...if you're a girl."
Jamie frowned. He was already turning into the parking lot of the Bayville Dollar Theatre (which was actually a dollar-fifty theatre on Sundays, for some reason) when he responded, "It has swordfights in it."
"So does _Star Wars _, technically..." she said, nodding in the direction of the marquis, advertising the original _Star Wars _ trilogy as the perpetual Saturday matinee (for three dollars rather than merely one).
Jamie sighed, parking the car but not shutting off the engine. "Sorry if you think the movie sucks. I guess we can see something else..."
Rahne smiled brightly. "Good. Switch places with me."

Jamie was a bit mystified as to Rahne's plan. She would not tell him where they were going, just that they were going to be alone. "Come on, Rahne!" he whinged, sounding his age for the first time all afternoon, "tell me!"
"Fer the last time, no!" she said, her accent coming out strongly in exasperation. "You'll see when we get there!"
"Will I like it?"
"No," she sighed. "You'll hate it. That's why I'm taking you there. Because I want you to be miserable."
"Oh." Jamie closed his mouth the the duration of the drive, not very far in retrospect. Rahne turned off the blacktop road running along the western edge of town and onto an old gravel road that had seen many better days. He caught glimpses of the river that led to Bayville's namesake body of water as they sped past thick copses of pine and fir. Rahne kept giving him slightly inquiring glances, wondering at his silence despite her early snapping, but Jamie remained quiet.
"Okay," she said finally. "Here we are..." She stopped the car-the well-used Jeep that seemed to ferry the Institute students all over Hell's Half Acre on a daily basis-at a wide spot in the road that served as a turn around for people who finally realized that the road only lead to a dead end, that it was not a short cut to the freeway after all.
"Where would we be?" he asked, not following her lead and getting out of the car, instead staring out the windshield at the swath of blue-gray water that seemed impossibly slow for such a large river.
"We'd be...here." Rahne shrugged and grinned at him, turning away to head into the narrow strip of high grass and scrub plants that led to a thick grove of trees, green-dark shadows reaching for her as Jamie watched.
He sighed. "Okay, okay, I'll get out," he mumbled to no one at all. Rahne did not slow down as he jogged to catch up to her, finally grabbing arm arm at the edge of the grove. "So what are we here for?"
"This." She turned in his grasp and kissed him, surprising him into staggering backwards. "It wasn't that bad, was it?" she asked, one brow raised.
"You just...I mean...Um..." Jamie knew that his face was red. He could feel the color spreading all the way to his hairline as she seemed to be holding back a laugh at his expense. "Sorry," he finally muttered.
Rahne sighed. "I thought it'd be nice to be alone together here...I found this place when I was out for a run the other day. The mansion is just through that patch of woods. Maybe a mile or two down the slope." She was referring to her beloved runs in wolf-form, when she felt truly unfettered and free, something she hoped did not bother or "freak out" Jamie overmuch.
Jamie nodded slowly, not so much an agreement as an acknowledgement of her words. Rahne in wolf form did not bother him as much as the fact she ran alone. He had mentioned taking Logan with her once, but she had literally growled at him and said she'd rather run naked through school as a human than with someone as a wolf. "So, you like this place then?" he said, feeling stupid.
Rahne took his hand and pulled him behind her as she headed deeper into the grove, the sound of crunching pine needles and the smell of running spring sap making Jamie think oddly of Christmas as she chose a relatively needle-free patch of dirt and sown,own, tugging him after her. "Jamie," she said seriously, making him look her in the eye by the force of her gaze, "I know that you're still kind of scared or nervous about sleeping with me or doing other stuff with me, and I have to know...is it because of the wolf?"
Jamie was taken aback. "What?"
"Every time we're alone together, you never...initiate things. It's always me. And most of the time, I have to convince you to do it. I'm starting to worry, to be quite honest with you."
"Worry about what?"
Rahne was not sure if he was playing at innocent this time or if he was actually clueless. "I worry that you're...disgusted by me sometimes. By the fact that I...you know." She was not ashamed of her wolf-self, but for the first time in her life, she wished that she were normal.
Jamie's face underwent a fierce change of expression, from wide-eyed befuddlement to annoyed anger. "Who told you that? I'll kick their ass!" He was already on his feet, turning to go back to the Jeep. "Was it Evan? No, it was Bobby, wasn't it? He's just mad that I told St John about Brian last year and..."
"Jamie, you daft git! Come back here!" Rahne said, leaping to her feet and catching him easily. "No one told me that! I'm asking you...are you?"
Jamie looked finally hurt. "How could you think that about me?" He took hold of her by the shoulders and shook her slightly. "Rahne, how could I love you if I didn't love all of you? Wolf, human, both...I think that," he ducked his head, embarrassed to say it aloud, "I think that you're beautiful in whatever form you take."
Rahne blinked in surprise. Part of her had been so sure that he would admit that he could not stand the fact she was able to shift to wolf-form that she had a reply all ready, scathing and hurtful and blazing. "Oh." She sat down heavily and stared up at his confused expression. "Oh!" She burst into tears before crying, "I'm sorry!"
"For what?" he asked, almost panicking. "Don't cry! I don't know what to do when girls cry!"
"I'm sorry because...because I thought you were..." She trailed off into jagged sobs.
Jamie was, to say the least, very nervous. Rahne never cried. "Rahne...I don't try to get you to do things because I worry that I'm not doing things right. I worry that you don't want to do them and may say yes just because I asked you to..."
She managed an angry sniff. "When have I ever said yes to something I didn't want to do?"
Jamie blushed. "Good point." He sighed and sat down, putting his arm around her shoulders. "I love you, Rahne. I mean it."
Rahne sniffled her response but leaned her head on his chest, the damp of her tears spreading through his t-shirt. She could feel his breath hitch and found herself a little horrified at the idea that he might start crying, too. Instead, she realized, he was laughing! "What's so funny?" she finally asked.
"Us...here." He gestured with his free arm. "We're all alone for the first time in weeks, in this spot which is really very nice, by the bye, and you're crying and I'm thinking that I fucked up."
"You cursed."
"Sorry."
"It's okay," she said adjusting so that she was sitting properly. She put her hand on one side of his face, holding him still to kiss him. Jamie responded quickly, sliding his fingers into her hair and deepening the kiss in an unprecedented manner. Usually, Rahne thought, it was she who darted her tongue out to part his lips, not the other way around. She closed her eyes and grunted softly as he laved the inside of her mouth, breathing her in and tasting her as one of his hands skimmed to her waist, squeezing her flesh a little harder than he needed to but she did not protest. Instead, she leaned against him, rising to her knees to straddle his lap. She moaned a little louder as Jamie leaned back, taking her with him, and pressed up against her. "Jamie," she said thickly, breaking the kiss to breathe.
"Shhh," he said against her ear, kissing her as he did so, "It'd be a shame to waste this spot."
Rahne lost track of whose hands went where as Jamie turned so that she was beneath him, her legs around his waist as they ground against each other through their clothing, a weak barrier to the heat growing between them. She felt his arousal rubbing against her center, her jeans creating an al pai painful friction as he found her nipple through the fabric of her shirt, her braless state facilitating their activity. She gasped as he drew hard on the turgid peak, her fingers digging into his shoulders as a hard shudder ran through her body.
Jamie could not quite believe he was doing this to Rahne. He had always been a little proud of the fact he rarely, if ever, found himself subject to fits of lust. But right then, in the woods with her above him, the slight scent of her skin and hair mingling with the sharp smell of pine and fir sap to become an intoxicant, seemingly driving him onward. He did not care about the fact that they still had clothes on, though, he would think later, naked would have been much nicer. He gripped Rahne's hips and thrust against her, her tiny cries of pleasure and abandon making a molten heat seep through his veins. She threw her head back as he thrust against her again, her arousal seeping through her jeans to burn against his skin through his own clothes. He wondered dimly if she even had underwear on but found his mind numbingly blank as she pushed herself upwards, grinding herself against him through their clothes in an attempt to bring them both to climax. Jamie felt himself let go before he could stop, seeking a vestige of control even as he heard himself groan loudly, pushing against Rahne as he felt the seeping, spurting moisture spread across his stomach and length. Rahne cried out sharply and arched against him, mouthing wordless entreaties and pleas and finally collapsing back against the forest floor, panting for breath.
"So," she said after a few minutes, "sorry you missed the movie?"
"Rahne!" he said, trying to sound affronted but failing. She giggled as he poked her in the side but fell silent when he said seriously, "I don't ever, ever want to hear you say something like that again."
"Yes, sir," she said, pretending joviality that she did not feel. Rather than try to get up, they both laid there for a very long time, watching the sun move across the sky through the interlaced fingers of the trees, trying to forget that someone would always hate them, fear them and loathe them no matter how much they loved each other.
1 To make things a little less illegal between Jamie and Rahne, I made him fifteen instead of the thirteen or so that he is in the cartoon. She's just turned sixteen, in case you're wondering.