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Persistence of Memory Chapter Twenty Four (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… How’d wolf boy do on Halloween? Did he behave? InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink are supergroovy and loverly for
archiving. J ProPhile is smutalicious (a word he coined
and I’m running with).
Readers/Reviewers: Fiesta Dia de los Muertes! And as a sidebar, I am so drained from Samhain this chapter might
be short. Sorry. And THANK
YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“So you’re
hiding from me now?”
“I’m not
hiding,” Rahne protested through the closed door.
“Then why
are you locked in the coat closet with the lights off and a pile of parkas on
top of you?”
Rahne
shifted the coats off her head. “How’d
you know I had coats on me?”
“I was
guessing. Do you really?”
“Not
anymore…”
“Let me in,
Rahne,” Jamie sighed. “We need to get
this straightened out.”
“No!” she
cried, scrambling for the door knob that was not there just as Jamie opened the
closet.
“Were you
going to hold the door shut?” he asked bemusedly. “Rahne, it’s a closet…”
“There’s
always a knob there in movies,” she sighed.
“Damn it.”
“Look, we
don’t have a lot of time to talk, not if we’re going to have to run the gamut
like Logan said.”
“Do you
even know what that means?” Rahne challenged, seeking diversion.
“Rahne, don’t
start.” Jamie looked behind him into
the hallway and, finding that they were alone, he stepped into the closet with
her, letting the door shut behind him.
Once enclosed in the tomblike darkness, he reached for her arms only to
have her pull away. “Rahne…”
“Jamie, you
aren’t understanding!”
“Well, you
aren’t explaining!”
“I kissed
Sam!”
“We’ve
covered that.”
“I liked
it!”
“Keep
going.”
“And I know
I apologized and all and I didn’t think it’d keep haunting me…”
“Haunting
you?” Jamie asked, his voice creeping up a notch. “How? Did he touch you?”
“No,” she
sighed, “he didn’t. Jamie, I feel
terrible. I keep thinking about the
kiss and how I liked it and I’ve…I’ve…”
Jamie felt
her face in the dark and found her cheeks wet with tears. “Rahne,” he sighed, “stop.”
“Stop?”
“Yes. Do you love me? Still?”
“Yes…” she
said without hesitation.
“Do you
still think of me like that?”
“Yes…”
“Do you,”
he paused, not sure if he actually wanted an answer to his question, “do you
love Sam?”
Rahne fell
silent, thinking. Jamie’s breath
hitched in the dark, the only sign of his nervousness. “No,” she said finally. “I don’t.”
“Well, why
should I break up with you like you asked?”
His fingers traveled to her jaw, tracing a path to her throat. He could feel her swallow hard, her breath
deep and even. One hand fluttered up to
touch her eyelids, closed even in the dark.
“If you love me, and I love you, why should we break up?”
Rahne
sniffed, turning her face to press against Jamie’s palm. “I’m not…I’m unfaithful!”
“You kissed
him once. And you told me why, and you
apologized. And I beat him up a little,
so it’s okay.”
“But I think
lustful thoughts…” She pushed him away
gently, making him bump into the closed door.
She gasped and both paused as they waited to see if any multiples
appeared to crowd them. After the
briefest hesitation, she added, “And I like them.”
Jamie felt his eyes
widen. “My God, you’re Catholic, aren’t
you?”
“So?” she
growled, instantly on the defensive.
“Rahne,” he
sighed, reaching for her again, “it’s normal to think things like that. Love makes you faithful, not blind.”[1]
She sniffed
again. “Jamie, it’s wrong!”
“Every
single person in this house thinks about people other than who they’re dating.”
“Bull.”
“Ask ‘em.”
“How do you
know?”
“People
talk,” he shrugged. “They forget I’m
not twelve.”
“You’re
almost sixteen,” she said softly. “Almost
my age.”
“Almost,”
he allowed, sensing her shift in mood.
She leaned against him, her head coming to rest on his shoulder and her
arms going around his waist. A thought occurred
to him, blinding in it’s clarity, and he had to ask her to tell the truth. “Rahne, is part of this because you’re upset
that we’re waiting?”
“Huh?” She tensed and knew he felt it.
“Are you
mad because we decided to wait? Do you
not want to wait anymore?” He hoped and
feared she would say she still wanted to hold off, to keep their relationship
on a more innocent level until they were both ready for physical love
again.
“Maybe a
little,” she whispered sadly. “A tiny
bit.”
Jamie
sighed painfully, stroking her back and hair in abstraction. “I love you,” he said softly. “If it’d make you happy, we can do it.”
Rahne’s
frown was tangible. “I don’t want you
to do it just because I’m sad or mad…I want to do it because we love each other…because
you…you…”
“Because I
what?”
“Because
you want me!” The pain was
palpable. “You rejected me,” she
accused. “Everyone does…I’m a friggin’
dog for cripes sake…”
Jamie was
not sure if she meant that colloquially or literally. Either way, he held issue with the statement. “I didn’t reject you!” he said hotly. “We both decided to wait because we
were too young! You were okay with it
then! Rahne, I want to wait because I
love you! I want to wait because I want
it to be good and special and…and damn it, I do want you! All the time! If you knew half the dirty thoughts I’d had about you every
single damn day, you’d probably slap my brains out!”
Rahne
pulled away and stared at the now-dimly visible lines of his face. “What?”
“I’m not
repeating it,” he growled. He twisted
free of her grasp and turned to push against the door. “Damn it!
I’m going to tell Forge to put a doorknob in here!”
“Jamie,”
Rahne began, reaching for his shoulder.
Bobby flung
the door open, grinning faintly. “What’re
you two up to?”
“Nothing!”
they snapped as one.
“Well, stop
it and come on. Logan wants us to help
set up perimeter checks and he needs you,” he nodded in Rahne’s direction, “to
go…er…covert.”
“Right,”
she nodded. “Covert.” Before their eyes, she shifted forms and
shook her clothes off her paws.
Snuffling Jamie’s hand softly, she trotted past the two and into the
hallway.
“Doesn’t
that bother you?” Bobby whispered as Jamie stepped past him.
“No…should
it?”
Bobby wasn’t
sure, but he thought Rahne tried to purr.
Kitty
wanted to throw up but was not sure what would happen if she did so while in
phase. Kurt still had not come back
since he teleported directly after their lovemaking and it was getting near the
one hour mark. Each passing moment, her
phasing problem grew dire. As it was,
her left hand and forearm, her right foot, and part of her abdomen were
incorporeal. She whimpered softly,
staring at her naked body in the mirror, trying to see if the change was
obvious. No one can tell…unless they
touch me. I think I know how Rogue feels
now. I don’t want anyone to touch me…They’ll
know. God, how am I going to fix this? Her mind flitted to a syringe in Beast’s
office and she cringed. No. I’m not going to let him inject me with that
crap. I remember last time…I don’t want
to feel so helpless. A soft bamf
from her bedroom brought her out of the half bath without hesitation. “Kurt!” she cried with relief.
“Katzchen,”
he sighed. He clutched one of Todd’s towels around his waist, had leaves in his
hair, and looked generally haggard. “You
wouldn’t believe…Mein Gott!” He crossed
to her and quickly reached out and passed his hand through part of her
abdomen. “Kitty, we’re going to see
Beast. Now.”
“How could
you tell?” she wailed as he grabbed his pants, still laying on the floor from
earlier, and tossed her a t-shirt.
“Same way
you can see me in the dark…I just can!”
He fumbled with his pants, his tail not wanting to cooperate but rather
lash in fear.
“I’m not
letting him give me that shot!” she fairly shouted. “I’m not taking it!”
“Katzchen,”
Kurt said seriously, sadly, “it might be a long time before Beast can figure
out what’s wrong with you. Especially
if the Professor is still…” he trailed off before collecting himself. “I love you too much to let you do this to
yourself out of fear!”
“I’m not
afraid!”
“Katzchen…”
She
frowned. “What if…what if I’m not a
mutant after this? He said they don’t
know the long term effects of this solution and…” she felt tears welling in her
eyes, “what if it messes me up and I’m not a mutant anymore?”
Kurt tried
a smile. “I’ll love you anyway.”
“Oh, Kurt!”
she wailed, flinging herself, still naked, into his arms.
Kurt gulped
painfully. Kitty in close proximity
always had a disturbing effect on his libido, no matter what the situation, he
had noticed early on in his relationship with her. Even now, his mind was taking a distinctly southward course. “Liebes, get dressed,” he said thickly,
pushing her away. “I’ll go tell Beast
to get the solution ready.”
Kitty
nodded glumly. “Are you…okay/”
“I think
so. I…I could port without incident,”
he said formally, apparently repeating something one of the older adults had
said.
“Good,” she
sniffled. “Good.”
Kurt closed
his eyes and ported away. “Beast,” he
said as he appeared, “she’ll take it.”
[1] A relative
told me that. Then again, she also screwed around on her husband and left him
for his best friend, so I’m not sure how true that statement is.
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… How’d wolf boy do on Halloween? Did he behave? InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink are supergroovy and loverly for
archiving. J ProPhile is smutalicious (a word he coined
and I’m running with).
Readers/Reviewers: Fiesta Dia de los Muertes! And as a sidebar, I am so drained from Samhain this chapter might
be short. Sorry. And THANK
YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“So you’re
hiding from me now?”
“I’m not
hiding,” Rahne protested through the closed door.
“Then why
are you locked in the coat closet with the lights off and a pile of parkas on
top of you?”
Rahne
shifted the coats off her head. “How’d
you know I had coats on me?”
“I was
guessing. Do you really?”
“Not
anymore…”
“Let me in,
Rahne,” Jamie sighed. “We need to get
this straightened out.”
“No!” she
cried, scrambling for the door knob that was not there just as Jamie opened the
closet.
“Were you
going to hold the door shut?” he asked bemusedly. “Rahne, it’s a closet…”
“There’s
always a knob there in movies,” she sighed.
“Damn it.”
“Look, we
don’t have a lot of time to talk, not if we’re going to have to run the gamut
like Logan said.”
“Do you
even know what that means?” Rahne challenged, seeking diversion.
“Rahne, don’t
start.” Jamie looked behind him into
the hallway and, finding that they were alone, he stepped into the closet with
her, letting the door shut behind him.
Once enclosed in the tomblike darkness, he reached for her arms only to
have her pull away. “Rahne…”
“Jamie, you
aren’t understanding!”
“Well, you
aren’t explaining!”
“I kissed
Sam!”
“We’ve
covered that.”
“I liked
it!”
“Keep
going.”
“And I know
I apologized and all and I didn’t think it’d keep haunting me…”
“Haunting
you?” Jamie asked, his voice creeping up a notch. “How? Did he touch you?”
“No,” she
sighed, “he didn’t. Jamie, I feel
terrible. I keep thinking about the
kiss and how I liked it and I’ve…I’ve…”
Jamie felt
her face in the dark and found her cheeks wet with tears. “Rahne,” he sighed, “stop.”
“Stop?”
“Yes. Do you love me? Still?”
“Yes…” she
said without hesitation.
“Do you
still think of me like that?”
“Yes…”
“Do you,”
he paused, not sure if he actually wanted an answer to his question, “do you
love Sam?”
Rahne fell
silent, thinking. Jamie’s breath
hitched in the dark, the only sign of his nervousness. “No,” she said finally. “I don’t.”
“Well, why
should I break up with you like you asked?”
His fingers traveled to her jaw, tracing a path to her throat. He could feel her swallow hard, her breath
deep and even. One hand fluttered up to
touch her eyelids, closed even in the dark.
“If you love me, and I love you, why should we break up?”
Rahne
sniffed, turning her face to press against Jamie’s palm. “I’m not…I’m unfaithful!”
“You kissed
him once. And you told me why, and you
apologized. And I beat him up a little,
so it’s okay.”
“But I think
lustful thoughts…” She pushed him away
gently, making him bump into the closed door.
She gasped and both paused as they waited to see if any multiples
appeared to crowd them. After the
briefest hesitation, she added, “And I like them.”
Jamie felt his eyes
widen. “My God, you’re Catholic, aren’t
you?”
“So?” she
growled, instantly on the defensive.
“Rahne,” he
sighed, reaching for her again, “it’s normal to think things like that. Love makes you faithful, not blind.”[1]
She sniffed
again. “Jamie, it’s wrong!”
“Every
single person in this house thinks about people other than who they’re dating.”
“Bull.”
“Ask ‘em.”
“How do you
know?”
“People
talk,” he shrugged. “They forget I’m
not twelve.”
“You’re
almost sixteen,” she said softly. “Almost
my age.”
“Almost,”
he allowed, sensing her shift in mood.
She leaned against him, her head coming to rest on his shoulder and her
arms going around his waist. A thought occurred
to him, blinding in it’s clarity, and he had to ask her to tell the truth. “Rahne, is part of this because you’re upset
that we’re waiting?”
“Huh?” She tensed and knew he felt it.
“Are you
mad because we decided to wait? Do you
not want to wait anymore?” He hoped and
feared she would say she still wanted to hold off, to keep their relationship
on a more innocent level until they were both ready for physical love
again.
“Maybe a
little,” she whispered sadly. “A tiny
bit.”
Jamie
sighed painfully, stroking her back and hair in abstraction. “I love you,” he said softly. “If it’d make you happy, we can do it.”
Rahne’s
frown was tangible. “I don’t want you
to do it just because I’m sad or mad…I want to do it because we love each other…because
you…you…”
“Because I
what?”
“Because
you want me!” The pain was
palpable. “You rejected me,” she
accused. “Everyone does…I’m a friggin’
dog for cripes sake…”
Jamie was
not sure if she meant that colloquially or literally. Either way, he held issue with the statement. “I didn’t reject you!” he said hotly. “We both decided to wait because we
were too young! You were okay with it
then! Rahne, I want to wait because I
love you! I want to wait because I want
it to be good and special and…and damn it, I do want you! All the time! If you knew half the dirty thoughts I’d had about you every
single damn day, you’d probably slap my brains out!”
Rahne
pulled away and stared at the now-dimly visible lines of his face. “What?”
“I’m not
repeating it,” he growled. He twisted
free of her grasp and turned to push against the door. “Damn it!
I’m going to tell Forge to put a doorknob in here!”
“Jamie,”
Rahne began, reaching for his shoulder.
Bobby flung
the door open, grinning faintly. “What’re
you two up to?”
“Nothing!”
they snapped as one.
“Well, stop
it and come on. Logan wants us to help
set up perimeter checks and he needs you,” he nodded in Rahne’s direction, “to
go…er…covert.”
“Right,”
she nodded. “Covert.” Before their eyes, she shifted forms and
shook her clothes off her paws.
Snuffling Jamie’s hand softly, she trotted past the two and into the
hallway.
“Doesn’t
that bother you?” Bobby whispered as Jamie stepped past him.
“No…should
it?”
Bobby wasn’t
sure, but he thought Rahne tried to purr.
Kitty
wanted to throw up but was not sure what would happen if she did so while in
phase. Kurt still had not come back
since he teleported directly after their lovemaking and it was getting near the
one hour mark. Each passing moment, her
phasing problem grew dire. As it was,
her left hand and forearm, her right foot, and part of her abdomen were
incorporeal. She whimpered softly,
staring at her naked body in the mirror, trying to see if the change was
obvious. No one can tell…unless they
touch me. I think I know how Rogue feels
now. I don’t want anyone to touch me…They’ll
know. God, how am I going to fix this? Her mind flitted to a syringe in Beast’s
office and she cringed. No. I’m not going to let him inject me with that
crap. I remember last time…I don’t want
to feel so helpless. A soft bamf
from her bedroom brought her out of the half bath without hesitation. “Kurt!” she cried with relief.
“Katzchen,”
he sighed. He clutched one of Todd’s towels around his waist, had leaves in his
hair, and looked generally haggard. “You
wouldn’t believe…Mein Gott!” He crossed
to her and quickly reached out and passed his hand through part of her
abdomen. “Kitty, we’re going to see
Beast. Now.”
“How could
you tell?” she wailed as he grabbed his pants, still laying on the floor from
earlier, and tossed her a t-shirt.
“Same way
you can see me in the dark…I just can!”
He fumbled with his pants, his tail not wanting to cooperate but rather
lash in fear.
“I’m not
letting him give me that shot!” she fairly shouted. “I’m not taking it!”
“Katzchen,”
Kurt said seriously, sadly, “it might be a long time before Beast can figure
out what’s wrong with you. Especially
if the Professor is still…” he trailed off before collecting himself. “I love you too much to let you do this to
yourself out of fear!”
“I’m not
afraid!”
“Katzchen…”
She
frowned. “What if…what if I’m not a
mutant after this? He said they don’t
know the long term effects of this solution and…” she felt tears welling in her
eyes, “what if it messes me up and I’m not a mutant anymore?”
Kurt tried
a smile. “I’ll love you anyway.”
“Oh, Kurt!”
she wailed, flinging herself, still naked, into his arms.
Kurt gulped
painfully. Kitty in close proximity
always had a disturbing effect on his libido, no matter what the situation, he
had noticed early on in his relationship with her. Even now, his mind was taking a distinctly southward course. “Liebes, get dressed,” he said thickly,
pushing her away. “I’ll go tell Beast
to get the solution ready.”
Kitty
nodded glumly. “Are you…okay/”
“I think
so. I…I could port without incident,”
he said formally, apparently repeating something one of the older adults had
said.
“Good,” she
sniffled. “Good.”
Kurt closed
his eyes and ported away. “Beast,” he
said as he appeared, “she’ll take it.”
[1] A relative
told me that. Then again, she also screwed around on her husband and left him
for his best friend, so I’m not sure how true that statement is.