Carne Vale

CARNE VALE CHAPTER TWENTY ONE (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, the messengers returned saying a rather tall man growled at them, laid claim to you and chased them off with threats of an attack dolphin...Um, talk to Tim... InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink get big shiny gold stars for archiving. :) Readers/Reviewers: The unthinkable has happened...I scared the Killer Kitties (tm) They're afraid I'm going to throw them into a sex shop or something...


"Jean! Give me back my glasses!" Scott flailed about blindly, reaching for but not capturing Jean's wrists as she dangled his ruby lenses above his head.
"Not until you admit you think it's a turn on that I have one of those!" She stood on the bed, balanced on the soft mattresses with one foot on either side of Scott's knees. "Quit thrashing around. If I fall and drop these, you're screwed!"
"I still have my visor," he growled, making another lunge upwards only to be pushed back by a thought from Jean. "Jean, stop acting childish and give me my glasses right _now _!" he demanded, crossing his arms over his chest as he was pressed back against the headboard.
"Childish? You want childish?" she asked with a grin that he could hear but not see. "Neener neener neener!" she sing-songed, jumping off the bed. "If you want 'em, come catch me!"
Scott was on his feet in a flash, moving around the room with the ease of long practice, knowing just where the furniture was to avoid nasty bruises. "Say something so I can find you!"
*_What fun would that be? _ *
"It's not nice to laugh at me in my own mind, Red," he snapped, knowing how she hated that name, especially coming from him.
"Oops!" she trilled, knocking a cup of pencils off his desk. "Clumsy me!"
"Jean," he said warningly. He paused and listened intently, hearing noises she did not know she was making. _ I wonder if this is how Daredevil feels..._1 The soft shuffle of her bare feet on the thick carpet in his room led him right to her. Later, he would wonder if she let him pounce on her but at that moment, he crowed victoriously as he tackled his girlfriend, turning as they fell so that she landed on him and not the floor. "Gotcha."
"Still don't have your glasses, though," she pointed out breathlessly.
"No...I sure don't," he replied, just as breathlessly as she. He could feel a hard lump pressing against him from between her breasts. "Do I need to search for them?" he asked, smiling.
"Maybe," she said coyly, rolling off of him and onto her back. "If you think you can find them, feel free..."
Scott caught the double entendre. "You got it..." He heard her giggle as he propped himself on his elbow, skimming one hand over her face before sinking his fingers into her hair. "Not there..." he said seriously, tugging on the strands lightly.
"Too bad you can't see...it'd be easier that way..." shghedghed, shaking her head sadly in his grasp. "My innocent expression is completely lost on you right now."
"I'll bet..." He leaned closer and traced a line down her jaw with his lips and tongue. Her soft sigh made him smile against her neck. "Now where else could my glasses be?" He traced the column of her throat with barely-felt touches, sending trills of begging sensation through her skin and down her spine. "Your pulse is racing...a sure sign you're hiding something from me," he teased, knowing full and well that was not the only reason why. Jean shifted beneath him as his hand moved with soft pressure across her collarbones and then to her breasts, not pausing long enough to do more than tease her tightening nipples. Scott studiously ignored the blatantly obvious lump that were his glasses tucked into her bra. Giving her left breast a squeeze, Scott made a noise of consideration and murmured, "Obviously not there..."
"Scott!" she giggled, gasping slightly as he repeated the action on her other breast. "Now you're just being silly!"
"So?" he countered. "Little Miss Secure-in-her-sexuality can't take some laughing during sex?"
"We're not having sex!"
"Yet..." he allowed, slipping his hand under her sweater. He could feel her breath hitch as he laid his palm flat against her stomach and made ever-lower circles with his hand, sliding beneath the waistband of her pants within moments of beginning his downward trek.
"You think you'll find your glasses there?" she asked, not as jovial as before but keeping up the game nonetheless. She bit her lip as his fingers brushed against the apex of her thighs, not entering but not shying from her heat either.
"No, but what I do find is a damned sight more interesting, I'm sure..." Scott almost stopped what he was doing to retrieve his glasses-watching Jean's face in the throes of pleasure was one of his favorite things, an image he often revisited mentally several times per day. "Yep," he sighed, "too bad I don't have my glasses...Can't see a damned thing and I may just slip and...oops!" He unexpectedly and fully plunged a finger into her depths, making her gasp sharply and arch against him, begging for more. "See what happens when I can't see where I'm putting my hands?"
"Scott," she said on a breath, "shut up!"
He laughed softly and dipped his head to sample her neck, pressing against the center of her need with his thumb as he slid a second finger to join the first. Doing his best to sound calm and flat, the slight tremor in his voice belying these attempts, Scott said conversationally, "Just because I don't want to admit I think you owning a sex toy is hot doesn't mean I'm angry about it. In fact," he paused as he increased his pace between her thighs, "I think I'm entitled to see just what sort of competition I'm up against."
Jean's eyes flew open and her mouth formed an O of surprise. She knew that he could not see her but she glared anyway. "What makes you think a vibrator is some sort of replacement for sex? It's no different than..." She was silenced by his mouth over hers. _*Just for that, I'm not showing you! _ *
*_Please? _ * he asked while kissing her deeply, laving the interior of her mouth, drawing a low moan from her throat.
Make me... Jean was rewarded for her petulance when Scott did something-which she made a mental note to ask him about later-that made stars dance in front of her eyes. *_Okay then. Remind me later... _ *
*_Thought you'd say that, _ * he teased as he worked against the sensitive nub beneath his thumb with increasing ardor and need on his own behalf. He could feel her convulse around his fingers as she grew even more wet under his touch, her strangled gasp and cry making his own arousal become nearly painful within the confines of his clothing.
Panting, she pressed something against his chest as he pulled his hand free of her pants. "You can have your glasses back now..."
Scott slipped them on and looked down at her, grinning broadly. "Good...I like to see what's coming..." he murmured against her throat as he moved on top of her.
"Smart ass..."

"Sometimes I *really * hate living with telepaths!" Kurt growled, slamming his fist into the heavy bag one more time. "It's going to take me ages to get that image of Scott out of my mind," he complained to Rogue as she snickered.
"I lucked out-I was at the store with Kitty and Amara during the great orgasm episode..."
"As if things weren't hard enough for me right now, I have Kitty off satisfying herself with a...a..._thing _ and now I have the mental image of Scott's face in the throes of orgasm burned into my eyelids and why are you laughing?"
"You said things were hard for you right now," Rogue laughed. "Sorry, sorry!" She gasped, laughing harder at Kurt's disgusted glare. "I've been hanging around with Todd and Lance! What do you want from me?"
"Sisterly concern would be nice," he groused. "Anja would laugh at me. Katja would...Maybe Erika." He frowned. "As much as I miss my family in Germany, I'm very glad that they can't see me right now, drooling like a sex-starved fool, following Kitty around like...like whipped dog!"
"First of all," Rogue sighed, laying a spandex-clad arm across Kurt's shoulder, leading him towards a weight bench to sit down, "you're not drooling. Much. You're just frustrated is all. Second, you don't follow Kitty around more now than you did before you two got together. It's actually better now since you're not worried she's going to run off and sleep with Lance or something."
"I try not to think about that particular time in our relationship, thank you very much," he snapped. "Sorry...I'm on edge."
"Duh. Look, that time, as you put it, wasn't all bad, was it? You two were still friends then and you got along just fine without having sex. In fact, if I recall correctly, you were dating Tabby and Amanda while Kitty was with Lance. You seemed to have no problem then thinking of Kitty in nonsexual terms."
Kurt leaned his elbows on his knees, staring at his feet. "No, I did...ted ted Tabby and Amanda because I couldn't have Kitty. ean,ean, I liked them in their own right when I was with them-Amanda more than Tabby, honestly-but Kitty was always in my mind. In fact..." Kurt looked up somewhat ashamedly, "She was who I thought of whenever I made out with the other two."
"We have now officially entered the land of too much information..." Rogue patted Kurt absently on the back. "Look, you're dwelling on this. The more you obsess, the worse it'll be."
"Ja, ja, I know, but how can I _not _ think about her?"
"Just don't think about sex!"
"It's not sex, it's _her _!" Kurt shoved him to to his feet and began pacing. "I don't mean to make her some sex object in my mind but it just happens! I mean, before, I didn't know all the things I do now...you know?"
Rogue frowned. "I think so...Like before I could think of Todd as slimy, gross and froggy but now I know he's..."
"Ja!" Kurt said hastily. "You know what I mean then..." He suppressed a shudder at how close he had come to finding out more about Todd than he could ever want to know. "And we're supposed to go on a date tomorrow after I get home from Church and I don't know how I'm going to make it through without trying to kiss her or touch her..."
Rogue clapped her hands together to get his attention away from his rant. "Look, it's simple! Just do something where you're not able or tempted to touch her."
"Just about everything is a touchy thing with us! We hold hands, we touch when we talk..."
"Come out with me and Todd. We're going to the museum. I'll run interference-every time I see one of you reaching for the other, I'll smack you."
"Er...good?" Kurt said tentatively. "Which museum?"
"Does it matter?" she shrugged. "The Natural Science museum. They're having some thing on amphibians and Todd's all hot and bothered about it...Personally, I'm going just to spend time with him away from Lance and because he promised we could go to the ancient Egyptian room to she mhe mummies."
"Your eyeliner should feel right at home."
"Shaddup, smart ass. You in or not?" Rogue glared at her half brother and stuck out her tongue as an afterthought.
Kurt thought for a moment. "So long as we can make it look like I'm not trying to avoid touching her on purpose-I don't want to hurt her feelings on top of everything else!"
"Will do...speak of the devil..."
Kitty was running hell bent for leather through one wall of the gym, her arms crushing soing ing er cer chest. "Rogue Rogue Rogue Rogue Rogue!" she yelled, skidding to a halt and panting, not even noticing Kurt.
"Shit, Kitty! What's wrong?" Rogue grabbed Kitty by the shoulders and shook her slightly.
"Katzchen! Are you okay?" Kurt stepped into her line of vision and frowned at the pale countenance that greeted him. Kitty's eyes were wide and wild with panic and all the blood had gone from her face. "You look like you've seen a ghost!"
"No, but I'm going to _be _ one tomorrow!" She shoved something at Rogue, something that resolved itself to be a thick sheaf of papers held together by a rubber band and a large binder clip. "Hide this and don't let anyone find it! Not until I can fix things!"
"Schatz, what's going on?" Kurt shoved Rogue aside kindly and forced Kitty to look at him in the eye. "Are you in trouble?"
"Oh, yeah," Rogue breathed, looking at the papers in her hands. "This is what you told me about..."
"Beast called me and Jean in and asked us all about it, if we knew this and that and had we been in Cecilia's room...I didn't answer because I didn't want to lie, just made those noncommittal noises like Logan does when he doesn't want to do something but is feeling too polite to say no..." Kitty shook her head and made a fluttering motion with her hands. "Anyway, I haven't had a chance to return this yet and Jean told me Beast is going to search my room and hers because we're the only two he can think of who'd know what this research is about! She said he didn't know he was projecting so she warned me..."
Rogue tucked the sheaf under her arm. "Breathe, Kitty. You'll be fine...You aren't in such big trouble!"
"Yes I am!" she cried. " The Professor is coming home tonight and I can't hide anything from He He can pry in like no one else! Damn it, I'm so dead!"
Kurt frowned. "You stole this?" he asked, pointing to the papers in Rogue's arms.
"Focus, Kurt!" the Goth sighed. "Look, I'll get Jubilee to slip this back in easy cheesey, okay? She's a thief, she can do that! You just work on a need-to-know basis! Play up the Danger Room thing to keep him away from peeking into your head about this!"
Kurt snorted. "Rogue's just full of answers ght!ght!"
Kitty made a whimpering noise. "You think it'll work?"
No. "Sure, Kit. Kurt was telling me y'all are gonna come to the museum with me and Todd tomorrow...Sounds like fun, huh?"
Kitty nodded and let Rogue lead her away distractedly, leaving Kurt to notice that, for the first time in many days, he was not thinking about sex at all.
1 I couldn't help myself...Matt Murdock made me do it.