Carne Vale

CARNE VALE CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, Billy and Joaquin are moping. They say Joris took their porridge. I didn't now dragons even liked porridge... I told them they must be mistaken and to check under the counter. *shrug * InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink are supershinygroovy people for archiving! :) Readers/Reviewers: Just kidding. Love y'all for reading and reviewing when you have time! The Killer Kitties (tm) send their regards. I thought they were waving, but they weren't using all their fingers... Cheeky little monkeys, aren't they? The ducks have Panzers, which I didn't think they even made anymore, so that might explain their stress level being up a bit...




"What the Hell..." Logan stared as a neat line of children in varicolored costumes trooped past the car after a woman who was either their teacher or a prolific breeder.
"Ah...let me see..." Kitty squinted slightly. "Esther, Esther, Esther, Mordecai, Esther, and a kid who doesn't get it and dressed as Spider Man."
"I didn't think dressing up was a common practice at your synagogue, Half-Pint..." Logan stared after the straggling Spider Man as Kitty grinned.
"For Purim it is...the kids in the shul dress up like characters out of the story. Unless they have an overdeveloped superhero complex..."
"Uh..."
Kitty rolled her eyes and checked the time. "Okay, Purim, the condensed version1. Esther becomes queen of Persia when Queen Vashti gets uppity. The King chooses her because she's obedient and beautiful and all that fun stuff. Well, Esther has the cousin or uncle, depending on which story you hear, named Mordecai who is a master of languages. He catches wind of a plot the prime minister Haman has to overthrow the king and ends up aiding in stopping the plot, which really pisses off Haman. Haman decides to revenge himself and convinces the king that he needs to wipe out the Jews, of which Esther and Mordecai are two. Now Esther never revealed her Jewishness because we weren't exactly on the top ten list of popular people back then, so the king has no idea. One night the king can't sleep so he asks for the Book of Remembrances to be read to him and the whole deal with Mordecai and Haman is in there. Esther knows this and knows that he knows it now so she goes to the king and says 'Look, honey, if I get Haman to reveal his ickiness in public, will you spare the Jews? Because guess what, I've been bat-mitzavahed.'
Logan raised an eyebrow as he looked at his foster daughter. "How the Hell can you talk that fast without passing out?
"Shhh! I'm none! ne! Okay, so Esther has this party and gets Haman to admit his deal in public so he gets killed and Esther is a hero and the Jews are still around. So there."
"Ah." Logan hid a smile. "I guess I need to read up on this stuff more, huh?"
"Who knows?" Kitty asked as she slid from the passenger seat of the Jeep. "Maybe you used to be a rabbi and just don't know it..."
"Great...More things to worry about." He made "go on" motions to her. "I'll be back at ten, okay? And afterwards, we're going to the eye doctor!"
"What?" Kitty cried, spinning bao fao face him. "Why?"
"You're squinting, kid. And you said yourself you think you had trouble seeing last night...so suck it up and accept that you're eyes will be dialted."
"Logan!" Kitty was speaking to taillights as he drove off. "Damn it!"
"Lady, you shouldn't say damn it! I'm a tea tell teacher!" A small child dressed as a tiny Esther ran off towards a harried-looking lady, who promptly glared. "Could my day get any better?" Kitty groaned, walking towards the synagogue on dragging feet.

Lance took a deep breath when Amara let him, throwing her head back to gulp air. "If we get caught," he gasped, ducking his head to bite at her neck and shoulder, "I'm telling them it was your idea."
"You do that and I'm never punishing you again." She tangled her fingers in his hair and pushed his head further down, edging him towards her breasts.
"Isn't that punishment in itself?" he teased, capturing the peak of one breast through her thin t-shirt. He bit down just hard enough to draw a hiss of pleasured pain from Amara before moving to the other breast.
"Keep it up and we won't have time to finish before class!" She groaned low in her throat as he shoved her skirt up roughly.
"Don't you ever wear underwear?"
"Not really."
"I think I'm okay with that..." Lance lifted her, pressing her against the wall of the old locker room, all but forgotten in the basement of the school. The faint smell of chlorine was pervasive, due to the swimming pool that was used during the early fall and dormant the rest of the year, and the floor was more moldy than either would have liked, but for a lunchtime tryst, the locker room would do. Amara gasped as he reached between them and pressed against the tiny nub between her thighs with his thumb, sliding one finger inside her. "Now?"
"Now!" Amara gripped his shoulders tightly, praying to her gods that she would not end up on her ass on the disgusting floor. Lance did not disappoint her. He worked free of his pants and was within her tight sheath in moments, filling her and making her cry out at the feeling of his length in her wet heat.
"Shhh! You're too loud!"
"Shut up yourself...I'm not loud!" She belied her words by moaning loudly, the sound echoing off the walls of the empty room as he rocked against her.
Lance made a noise between an exasperated growl and a pleasured grunt as he tried to clamp a hand over Amara's mouth but only succeeded in getting a hard bite on his finger. "Bitch!" he hissed.
"You know you like it," she laughed, feeling wonderfully wanton with the idea of getting caught. She knew she would not last much longer as he moved against her, grinding against her needy flesh. She found his earlobe and suckled, drawing a groan from Lance. He thrust hard against her as she bore down on his hard length and she felt the shudders begin in her belly, spreading through her body as she clung to him, muffling her loud cries against his neck as she climaxed. He thrust several more times before he gasped her name, a hot spurt of release filling her and making tiny aftershocks of pleasure ricochet off her nerve endings. Lance let her slide to the floor as he pressed his forehead against the cool cinder blocks. "Same time tomorrow?" she askadjuadjusting her skirt and digging for tissue in her purse to clean up.
"If not sooner," he agreed. "What's got you on this nympho kick anyway?"
"Are you complaining?"
"Uh, _no _!" He took the proffered Kleenex and spoke as he righted himself. "It's just sudden. I'm just wondering what else you've got up your sleeve...First the BDSM and now sex in semi-public places..."
"Think of it as broadening your horizons in carnal knowledge." She winked at him. "I've got to get to class. See you in sixth."
Lance sighed as she walked out, waiting the requisite five minutes so no one could possibly notice they were together. As he flipped off the light behind him, Lance failed to notice one small detail that had changed since the last time he had used the old locker room to smoke pot with Todd. High on the wall, aimed right at the door, was a tcamecamera, red light shining like a beacon.

Kurt was pretty sure that his day could not get much worse. Lance and Amara had gotten caught out for having sex in the locker room, something that Principal Kelly felt the need to come in and announce to the sixth period English class. "Lance Alvers and Amara Aquilla, please come with me immediately. I've seen your little tape the security cameras recorded. Apparently, our sex ed program here works a little _too _ well..." The man paused and smiled in a way that showed he knew how irritating he was being.
Lance, red in the face and looking ready to commit violence, stood and said, "I suggested it. She's not to blame." Several of the males made "ooohing" noises to tease him but a half-lunge in their direction by Lance shut the louder ones up.
Principal Kelly snorted. "That may be, but she certainly seemed a willing participant so she's going to join us in the office..."
Amara stood before Lance could snarl another comment. Every inch the princess, she said coolly, "I'm sorry to hear that see seem to enjoy watching pornography at work, but I'll gladly autograph the tape if you'd like. I do like to know who my fans are..." She swept out of the room without a backwards glance, but Kurt could feel the heat radiating off of her and knew her anger was at the boiling point. Lance grabbed his books and stormed out on a wave of titters and catcalls. The class never did return to order.
The next class, last period, was nothing but an hour-long gabfest about sex. Whispered conversations about positions, who got caught doing what, why hadn't any one gotten caught doing that or there, is this normal?, and any other subject remotely related to sex was discussed in some secret and some not-so-secret conversations, assailing Kurt's ears with the dreaded "s" word no fewer than, at his count, three thousand times. _Give or take a thousand _, he allowed. By the end of study hall, all he could think about was what he had spent the better part of twenty four hours proudly avoiding. Since he had pushed himself to exhaustion the night before, Kurt had gotten the first night of sound sleep he had in nearly two weeks. _And without Kitty here, it's been lonely but at least I didn't think about sex much. Okay, the occasional passing fancy but not likhavehave been...until now. _ The final bell was a blessing. He let himself get lost in the crush of students, focusing all his energy on staying safe from errant touches and working his persnickety lock rather than dwelling on the fact Lance and Amara were likely in huge trouble and the repercussions were bound to affect everyone else at the Institute in a not-so-fun way.
"Hey man," Todd said, edging out of the crowd and coming towards Kurt with a worried expression on his face. "You hear about Lance and Amara?"
"I was there when Kelly busted them," he sighed.
"No, I mean after-They're suspended for a week and have to have some sort of school board hearing..."
"Damn," Kurt said, feeling less self pity.
"That's not the worst of it. Jean told Scott who told Rogue who told me that she-Jean, that is-picked up some bad mojo from Kelly's secretary during work-study."
"Huh?"
"Dude, we're _all _ in trouble. Kelly's gonna use this incident as some sort of proof that we're all unfit to go to this school and need to go to the alternative behavior campus in West Bayville..."

Kitty glared at her mirror. "I hate this!" she said, verging on tears.
Storm sighed. "If you could put in the contacts, you wouldn't have to wear glasses."
"But I can't stand touching my eye!" she wailed, flouncing down onto her vanity stool. "I look like some fifties school girl. All I need is a poodle skirt and an "I like Ike" button an're 're set."
Storm rolled her eyes. "They're very cute. I promise."
"Stooooorm," she wailed. "Look at me! This morning I was fine! My eyes were fine! Now I'm blind!"
"You're nlindlind, you're nearsighted and then just enough to need glasses! You _barely _ have a prescription!" Storm felt for her charge, she really did, but she honestly could not see what was so horrible about Kitty's glasses. "You chose them, you know."
"They were the only ones that didn't make me look like my Aunt Honey." Kitty glared at the mirror again. "I just can't stick my finger in my eye..." she sighed.
"I'm sure Kurt will think your glasses are lovely," Storm soothed.
"Boys don't make passes at girls who wear glasses...." Kitty snorted. "My cousin Eva used to say that when her sister got 'em." Kitty sighed again. "Guess it's not true since Sharon had a baby...someone had to make a pass at her..."
Storm smiled at the random logic of the young woman. "I'm sure you'll feel better about your glasses once you get used to them. The doctor said your vision has been slowly going this way, you just didn't notice until it got bad enough." A quick glance at the clock showed it to be nearly three o'clock. "I've got to get dinner started. Amara and Rahne are helping me today..." she trailed off. Kitty took small consolation in the fact that the two girls were more hopeless in the kitchen than she was. "Take care of your homework the school faxed over and see if your glasses don't help with your headaches...you should be grateful for that if nothing else."
"I suppose so," Kitty said mournfully. "Um, Storm?" she called, making the older woman pause in the doorway. "I was wondering...do you have any fresh batteries? I sort of killed mine last night..."
Storm noted Kitty's deeply colored blush. "Your CD player?" she asked, well aware of the rumors of Kitty's purchase and morbidly interested in just what the girl needed the batteries for.
"Er...no. My shower radio died and I wanted to hear some music while I showered later..." She shrugged. "Don't worry...I'm sure Amara has some I can have..."
Storm nodded slowly, aware of the slamming doors downstairs heralding the arrival of the other teenagers. "I'm sure..."
Kitty waited until Storm was gone before flinging herself back on the bed in embarrassment. _Oh, my God...she doesn't know, does she? I mean, she can't_Rol_Rolling onto her stomach, Kitty recalled the events of the previous night, the tentative attempts at using her new toy, the solitary embarrassment as she found out just how to touerseerself and just what to do with it, not willing and not likely to go to her friends for directions. _It'll never replace Kurt but that is so much better than my fingers... _She could feel the heat growing again at the memory of how she had felt, imagining all the things she wanted to do with Kurt ao hio him as she pleasured herself in every way she could figure out in her novice use of the toy. She had been embarrassed and surprised when she noticed that three hours had passed and she did not want to stop, but she was very tired and the batteries seemed to have died a sudden death. Now, the next afternoon, Kitty hid her face against the pillows and silently wondered if she was some sort of pervert for liking it so much, even as her hand squirmed between her body and the bed, feeling for the source of the tight heat that was making her want to grind against something, anything, to relieve the pressure. A loud knock at the door was her only warning she was about to have a visitor before Kurt ported in, making her roll onto her back so quickly she was out of breath, the skirt she had been wearing since that morning tangled about her legs and her new glasses askew. "Hi!" she said too brightly.
"You are not going to believe this!" he cried, flinging himself into her desk chair. "Jean told Scott who told...Katzchen, what's on your face?"
"Freckles?"
"Nein...when did you start wearing glasses?" he asked, surprised.
Kitty growled to herself. "This morning...I look stupid, don't I?"
Kurt shook his head. Kitty had been right, she did look a little fifties-ish, but Kurt was finding the whole image strangely and wholly erotic. _She looks like that stereotype of the naughty librarian or the Catholic school girl, _ he thought frantically, his eyes raking her from the toes of her black Mary Janes to the whisps of hair falling around her face. The cats-eye glasses were tilted rakishly to one side and her cheeks were pink, making her look as if she were caught doing something. "No... not even close!"
"I'm trying to learn how to put the contacts I got in so I don't have to wear these but I can't do it yet," she sighed, not bothering to adjust her skirt in the certainty that Kurt was appropriately horrified by her new appearance and would not notice such things.
"Kitty, believe me when I say that I really like you in glasses," he sighed. "I can't stay in here!"
"Wait!" Kitty cried, stopping him before he could vanish. "I watched you in the gym last night!"
"Was?"
Kitty gritted her teeth. She did not know why she had told him that, just that she was not ready for him to leave just then. "I wanted to see you before I went to bed and tell you about the fender bender but I found you in the gym and I just sort of watched you a while..." Kurt was staring at her, not even registering that she had been in an accident. "I like watching you," she babbled, hoping that she would not say something stupid.
Kurt's gaze shifted past her and widened, his only response a strangled gasp as he disappeared. "What the hell?" Kitty asked aloud, wondering what she had said that was so horrifying. She turned to fling herself back on her bed when she saw it. On the floor, where she had dropped it last night to shove under her bed, was a bright blue plastic sex toy, screaming out to the world just how much she had enjoyed watching Kurt.


1 http://www.jewish.com/holidays/purim_story.shtml much clearer than I can explain it here...