The Heart is a Lonely Hunter

THE HEART IS A LONELY HUNTER CHAPTER TWENTY ONE (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, is lovely for betaing. :) And Ted is skulking about with a cup of cocoa if you're interested, Foxy. InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink make me shiny with joy because they archive. :) (damn...I overuse these smilies, don't I?) Readers/Reviewers: The Killer Kitties (tm) are trying to gain followers to their factions...apparently, they're splitting up to not only go after platypi and ducks, but humans and each other...eeeesh.


Lance did not even bother knocking on Amara's door, boldly walking in as if he owned the place. "We've gotta talk, Princess."
Amara, to her credit, did not scream or yell or throw something heavy at his head. She raised one eyebrow in the mirror, a cotton ball soaked in eye makeup remover halfway to her eye, and said, "We or you?"
"What?"
"We have to talk, or you have to talk and I have to sit here and nod until you're done?"
Lance blinked, not having expected that reaction from Amara at all. "I...guess a little of both....I think." Shaking his head to clear the muddled thoughts, he sat on the edge of her bed and took a deep breath. "Look, I tried to make this grand gesture with the picture and all, but it backfired, I guess. I really didn't mean to write something like that. I thought it was something...something romantic."
Amara turned back to removing her make up and smirked slightly. "It's okay. I mean, I was mad earlier, but I've been thinking about it and, well, it was kind of sweet. Though Paolo was able to figure out what it said, despite the fact he debases my mother tongue with that vulgarity called Italian.1"
"He could _read _ that?" Lance covered his face with his hands. "Explains why the Italian Club kept snickering all day."
"No one knows you wrote it, love. Well, other than those outside during that fight. And I think most of them forgot when Kitty hit Duncan."
"About that..." Lance rose to his feet and went to stand behind her, meeting her eyes in the mirror. "I think I may be in some troublen ann and I don't want you to be mad if I have to go to juvie or something."
"Lance," Amara said slowly, replacing her bottle of cleaner in it's place on her vanity, "what did you do? And why do you smell like bait?" A waft of fresh fish hit her nose and she was mildly repulsed. "You're not going to touch me, are you?"
Chagrined, he replied, "It's on my shirt and pants, not my skin. And what if I want to touch you?" As he said this, he brushed her hair off the nape of her neck, his fingers trailing over his skin in the process.
Straightening in an effort not to respond to his touch, she said haughtily, "You're avoiding my questions. What did you do and why do you smell like bait?"
Lance was never one to pass up an opportunity. "I'm not telling."
"Brat."
"I'm not telling unless you promise that you won't flirt with guys tomorrow like you did today." He was still smarting after seeing Amara in third period biology, letting some random member of the basketball team lean over her shoulder to "help" on her lab.
"I didn't flirt with anyone." She pulled away from him and turned her to look up at his face. "What the Hell are you talking about?"
'Third period, blonde guy, all cozy over the dead frog?" Lance knew he sounded petulant but did not care. "If that's not flirting, what is?"
"Last I checked, flirting did not involve dead animals except in the most backwoods areas of the world. And you mean Big Gay Brian2? He's got the hots for Kurt and has for about a year now."
"Gay...Brian? Huh?" Lance's brows drew down in confusion. "But he has a harem..."
"...that is pretty much an exercise in futility for the girls at Bayville. He has known he is gay for a while now. He just doesn't advertise the fact. I only know because I heard him in the counselor's office during work study one day. And before you say anything, it wasn't eavesdropping. He just speaks loudly..." Her tell-tale flush betrayed the truth, though Lance did not truly care.
"I still don't like guys hanging on you. I didn't think you'd really let 'em do it..."
"You're cute when you pout."
"I'm not pouting." Lance made a conscious effort to make sure his lower lip was not jutting out, despite his words. "Jubilee, Todd and me were...taking care of things for Kitty."
"Oh?" Amara rose and leaned towards him just enough for her breasts to brush his ribs. "Why?"
"Where've you been? She got suspended!" He grabbed her arms and held her still. "You think we were kidding?"
"Actually, yes. That explains where Kurt was after school...moping." Amara did not try to break his hold but rather brought her hands up to rest on his elbows. She made no move to take control of the situation, a rare occurrence that made Lance's heart race with possibilities. The mere fact that she had not outright refused sex with him or pulled away was a good sign, in his mind. "So what did you all do?"
Lance did not answer her, instead running his hands down her arms to her wrists, moving from her skin to her shirt in one fell swoop. Amara's eyes widened briefly, desire flaring in the brightly lit room. Lance raised his eyebrows at her, daring her to question what he was doing, but she smiled broadly, as eager for it as he was. Roughly, he pulled her to the bed by the hem of her shirt, not letting her sit as she started to but instead pulling her shirt upwards, forcing her to lift her arms, then twisting the fabric around her wrists before she could slip her hands out. Indignation formed on her lips but he crushed his mouth to hers, feeling the bruising pressure born from his hunger for her skin before she darted her tongue out to taste his. Lance let her control the kiss as he eased her back onto the bed, her gasp against his mouth as she fell the last few inches sending a sharp jolt to his groin.
Her arms still held above her head, bound by both the fabric and Lance's hand, Amara squirmed beneath him, his legs on either side of her hips, and said, "I can't feel my fingers."
"Nice try, Princess. It's not tight enough to cut off circulation. Besides, you never let up when _I _ say that." He was not looking at her but casting about for somewhere to tie her hands to. They usually played tie-me-up-tie-me-down3 in his room and it took him a moment to decide on the post of her canopied bed as the best place to secure her. "Handy hint, just don't fight it too much...you'll be much more comfortable that way."
"What fun would that be then?" she pouted, more amenable to the idea than she wanted to let on. Lance snorted in laughter as he moved to kneel beside her, tugging her by her wrists closer to the post and using his free hand to keep her arms immobile. He removed the shirt from her wrists and used it to tie her to the bed. "Wiggle your fingers."
Amara sighed and obeyed. "See? All there."
"Just making sure you weren't really going to loose feeling." Lance's hands skimmed down her arms, sliding to her collarbones and resting there momentarily as he drank in the sight or.
r.
"Nice to know you care," she said, somewhat snidely. "Ow!"
Lance had pinched her side rather roughly and was a little guilt ridden to see a red mark where his fingers had been. _Think of all those welts she raised on your ass with that flail thing of hers...get over it, Lance, _ he chided himself. In truth, Amara seemed to like it. Her eyes were fairly glowing, in fact. She struggled some then, arching her back and pushing at him with her feet. "No, you don't," he said firmly. He grabbed her angles and made her stay still, sliding her shoes off before she could push at him again. He could tell by the slight smile playing on her face that she was enjoying this, so he decided to play it to the hilt. "If you're bad, you'll have to be punished."
"Oh?" The one syllable spoke volumes. She waited, silent and passive, until he pulled her jeans off her hips and threw them to join his shirt on the floor, then all Hell broke loose. As he felt for the clasp on her bra, she started squirming, thrashing from side to side and tucking her knees up to her chest to push him away with her heels to his stomach.
"Amara!" he cried in surprise. "That hurts!"
"Baby!" she said, mock-insultingly.
He knew she did not mean it as a term of endearment. "Don't make me gag you!" _Don't make me gag you...I like hearing you... _
She stuck her tongue out at him, bucking against him as he reached for her bra clasp again. "What's the matter? Little me too much for you to control?"
"That's it!" he growled. He did not even notice as Amara stilled beneath him, so intent was he on untying her bonds.
"Is that it?" she asked, disappointed. "I didn't mean to make you..."
"Shut up!" he snapped. Lance pulled her up and across his legs, her wide eyes staring up at him with a small bit of fear intermingled with lust. "You just can't let things _happen _, can you? Always have to push and push and push..."
"Lance, I," she said, at a loss for words.
He did not give her time to search for what she wanted to say. "No, you heard me earlier. You definitely need to be punished."
Enlightenment dawned on Amara's features. She felt the excited flush color her face as she lowered her lashes and said demurely, "Whatever you say...you know best in this case."
Lance could hardly believe that she was not burning him alive there and then. Amara sighed deeply and wiggled until she lay on her stomach across his legs. His mouth went dry as he tried to think of how best to begin, never thinking she would let him get this far in the first place, so sure was he that she would seize control after a few minutes of his dominance. She cleared her throat pointedly and flexed her hips, pushing her warmth against his denim-clad thigh. He knew she could feel his hard length pressing against her side and that made it all the more painful for him not to just take her then and there. Instead, he laid one hand on her rounded buttock and traced lazy circles with his palm, feeling her relax against him, a small sigh of disappointment escaping her lips. _Wait for it... _ he thought to himself. Amara sighed again, a tiny, mournful noise, all the encouragement Lance needed. With a sudden, sharp movement, he withdrew his hand from her warm skin and brought it back with a stinging slap.
Amara could not help the sudden yelp of surprise that preceded the suffusing heat spreading down her legs and up her spine. She would not deny that she liked what he was doing. She squirmed in his lap, signaling her acquiescence, but was still taken off guard when he spanked her again, this time a little harder, his own arousal now pressing enticingly against her ribs. "Lance," she said on a breath.
"Shhhh." Lance rubbed his hand over the red mark coming into view on her olive skin, admiring the contrast between her dark coloring and the white material of her undergarments. He struck her again, and she moaned, pressing against him in an attempt to relieve some of the need building with force in her core. She sank her teeth into his thigh on the next slap, making him hiss in pained enjoyment. He captured her wrists in his hand again and held them pinned to the bed, raising his other hand in preparation to descend upon her bottom again, when a fierce knocking sounded at the door.
As one, Lance and Amara looked up sharply. "Go away!" they shouted in unison.
Jubilee's voice, muffled by the thick door, filtered in. "Let me in! Lance, we're in deep shit!"
"Go _away _ !" Lance repeated more loudly, not letting Amara up despite her mild struggle to do so.
"Lance, I'm serious!" Something in Jubilee's voice made him believe her. With a sigh, he let go of Amara's arms and let her stand. "Lance!" Jubilee's knocking was growing louder and more frantic.
"Oh, for fuck's sake, let her in," Amara snapped, tying her robe around her and settling huffily into her vanity seat.
Lance raked his hands through his hair and threw open the door, still shirtless, only to Jub Jubilee tumble into the room and all but rip the knob from his hand in her effort to slam the door behind her. "We are so fucked!" she groaned, panting with exertion.
"What? What happened?" Lance resisted the urge to shake her, barely.
"Someone saw me leaving gymnastics practice early. And someone else saw Todd skulking around the guy's locker room. Thet twt two and two together when Duncan went howling to the coach and then the car thing..."
"Lance," Amara purred with ill-disguised annoyance. "_What did you do? _ "
The sound of footsteps, heavy, Adamantium-laced footsteps, was sounding on the wood floor of the hallway. Lance gulped. "Shit."
Jubilee prattled, "Todd put Ben Gay in Duncan's jock, Lance shoved bait into the heating system in his car and I kind of broke into his house and...um...trashed his room."
Amara's eyes flew wide open as she simultaneously processed this information and Logan threw the door open. "Alvers! Lee! You're _dead! _"


A/N Kurt-Kitty goodness next chapter-angst, sex, and EVERYONE is in trouble!

1 I like Italian. I think it's sexy. Amara doesn't, though. So if you're offended by her saying that ,even though she's a fictional character, take it up with your issues and don't yell at me about it. :) Love ya anyway.
2 Southpark moment. Big Gay Al...if you've seen it, you know what I mean.
3 Also the name of a movie. Wahoo.