Carne Vale

CARNE VALE CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, *happy dance * over the betterness! Billy is even wearing a kilt in your honor. Joaquin said he couldn't be bothered...leave that one to your imagination...lol. InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink make me weak with delight because they archive! :) Readers/Reviewers: Pardon me while I grovel in abject thanks at your feet... *grovel grovel grovel grovel * The Killer Kitties (tm) have barricaded themselves inside HQ up north and aren't coming out. However, they have minions...lots and lots of minions.


"So....pregnant, huh?"
"For the tenth time today alone, yeah. Pregnant, knocked up, with child, preggers, bu the the oven..." Tabby pushed an errant lock of hair from her eyes. "How long are you going to be around?"
Wanda did not even acknowledge that she had been asked a question. "I don't get what you see in my brother...I'm his sister and I don't even find any redeemable qualities other than those of a potential organ donor." She propped her feet on the coffee table and stared at the sitcom playing out on the screen before them.
Tabby looked over at her from the rather frightening pamphlet on birth defects. "I don't see anything in him. Didn't ever, really."
"Then why'd you fuck him?"
"Why do you care?" she shot back, somewhat surprised at Wanda's sullen tone. "Hey, did you really kiss Rogue?"
Wanda let out a bark of laughter. "Yeah. Just to see what it was like. Didn't bind her or nothin'....just through some cloth."
Tabby nodded as if confirming something she had long been thinking. "So you gay or bi?"
"Who said I have to be either?" Wanda cut a glance towards the blonde beside her. "You did it because you were lonely, didn't you? You felt alone and Pietrs ths there...let me guess. Lance broke your heart, huh?"
"How'd you know?" Tabby asked before she could stop herself. "It's not important anyway...I don't want nothin' to do with those jack offs anymore anyway."
"So you're out of the Brotherhood?" Wanda shifted to look at her roommate, interest lighting her eyes.
"I don't think I was ever really in it..." Tabby sighed and threw the pamphlet onto the coffee table. "You in or out?"
"Never in it...So the whole thing is falling apart here in Bayville, huh?"
"What do you mean 'here in Bayville'? Where else is it?" Tabby frowned. "I thought it was just Mystique and Magneto doing there thing here, training us to be a team like Xavier does the freaks."
Wanda snorted and surged to her feet, pacing with her hands held tightly behind her back. "The Brotherhood of Mutants is growing. This boardinghodealdeal is just a tiny part of what my _father _," she spat the word like venom, "is planning. He's sick, maybe dying, and I'm not about to do a damned thing to help him." She had heard through the bizarre grapevine of the Brotherhood that Kitty Pryde was somehow her cousin, her blood kin through a strange Gordian knot of events and was the best way Magneto could save himself. Wanda took a grim satisfaction in knowing that Kitty had refused, possibly damning the old man to a painful demi
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Tabby felt icy fingers clutching at the back of her neck. "What do you mean a tiny part? What's going on?"
Wanda waved her questions away. "What's important is that the boardinghouse is nothing more than a shanty now for Blob and Pietro. Mystique is even fucked off somewhere..." She caught Tabby's startled jump. "I haven't seen hide nor hair of the woman since I've been here, and believe you me, I've been checking..." She had nearly run into Storm and Remy just that morning as she made her usual rounds of the Boardinghouse, looking for signs of mutants other than the two rather pathetic Brotherhood members left there. Wanda had circumvented them, waiting until they had satisfied themselves that Pietro was not dead and took their leave, before completing what was quickly becoming a routine check of the old house. "Trust me," she said again, "No Mystique in Bayville."
Tabby still did not feel reassured. "Magneto...how big is this thing he's planning?"
"Bigger than you and me and all the fucking mutants in the state put together could handle..." Wanda moved to stand before Tabby, peering at her with a lambent light in her eyes that the blonde girl did not want to identify. "I kissed her because I thought I'd like it."
"Huh? Oh...Rogue." Tabby forced a smile. "Always figured you for the angry lesbian sort...Ani DiFranco1 without the antidepressants."
Wanda looked briefly annoyed but channeled it into determination. "I just act on what I feel..." She stepped closer, pressing her knees against Tabby's perforce. "Do you ever wonder if maybe you're limiting yourself?"
"This conversation is all over the road, Wanda," Tabby said shakily, some part of her that had been aware of Wanda's interest for several days now sending claxons of warning to her central nervous system.
"You weren't happy with the X Men because they had too many rules, didn't let you be yourself. You weren't happy with the Brotherhood because you were scared of yourself, scared of what you saw inside..." In a sudden movement, she bent down and captured Tabby's chin between her thumb and forefinger. "We have great potential, you and I...we can start something."
Tabby blinked owlishly. She was not sure if Wanda mean their own movement, parallel to the Brotherhood and the X Men or something else entirely, something infinitely more personal and hidden than mutations ever were. "I'm pregnant!" she said suddenly, her brain throwing out the first thought that came to the fore.
"So?" Wanda's breath brushed across Tabby's lips a moment before she kissed her. "Guess that means we'll know for sure it ain't mine."

Kitty was rattled, to say the least. She stood in the middle of the kitchen, staring at the clock above the stove as if it were the Oracle of Delphi. "Kitty? You okay?" Evan asked worriedly, finishing off the carton of milkYou'You've bstanstanding there for five minutes, just...blank?"
"Huh? Oh, no thanks, I'm trying to cut back..." She waved him off and turned away, walking from the kitchen in something akin to a stupor.
"What is it with the chicks around here?" Evan asked to himself, crushing the carton. Kitty turned in the doorway and looked at him quizzically. "No, sweetie...I was talking about the other chicks."
"Seven o'clock is fine," she said absently and continued her trek from the room, dimly aware that her responses were inappropriate to his questions. "Jean," she said, her mind sending the signal that the red head would be a good person to talk to about her problem. "Got a minute?"
"Acutally, no," she said, frowning slightly in sympathy. "I've got a ton of things to do for tomorrow. Mister Bauer assigned this huge paper for biology and then I have Spanish verbs to conjugate...seriously, how many times am I going to use the past imperfect tense of the verb 'to fish" here in Bayville? Our largest immigrant population is Russian and they last influxed in the forties..."
Kitty nodded as if she cared deeply, though indeed she felt a pang of sympathy for her friend. "It's okay, it's not that important...um, where's Rogue?"
"Infirmary. She's on stock room duty and put it off until the last minute. Is this a girl problem? Amara and Jubilee are in the Danger Room with Jamie and Lance if you want to go get one of them."
Kitty shook her head a little too vehemently. "It's okay. It's not a girl thing...not really. I'll just wait and ask you about it tomorrow or something." She offered a bright smile and wished Jean luck on her homework, forcing her steps to be light and her mind to stay sharp as she made her way upstairs. _I could always talk to Kurt about it...but he's probably still pissed of me me because of this morning. He didn't talk to me hardly all day. Just sort of sighed a lot and gave me the puppy dog eyes. He may not even be back from Confession yet. _ Deciding to chance it, that her issue was not going to let her sleep unless she got it off her chest, Kitty knocked hesitantly on his door. "Kurt? Sweetie, you in there?" She waited a moment and knocked again, louder this time. "Kurt? Hello?"
Remy stuck his head out of his room and said somewhat amusedly, "He still up at de church, cherie. You need help?"
Kitty was struck by the odd look her gave her, as if he were trying to charm her but feeling ill at the same time. "Um, no. Just wanted to talk to him before I went to bed..."
The Cajun took a step out of his room and leaned against the doorframe, smiling in what he knew was his best seductive manner, somewhat concerned that it did not seem to be working on Kitty. "It only seven, cherie...lil' early for sleepin' eh? Less you didn' mean sleep in yo' bed...what else you do in bed, cherie?"
"You feeling okay, Remy?" Kitty laughed uneasily. "You seem to have some sort of nervous tic..."
Remy frowned. _It ain't a tic. It a wink, you silly gal. _"Jus tired, I guess...seem ta be goin' round, eh?" he said somewhat dryly, nodding in the direction of her bedroom. "So you goin' ta bed at seven?"
"No...just wanted to make sure I talked to Kurt before bedtime," she said hurriedly, not feeling entirely comfortable around the older teenager for the first time in many months. "Where's Jubilee?"
He shrugged in what could only be called a Gallic fashion. "She in de Danger Room, I tink. Kurt be at Confession 'gain an' Jubilation gone in de Danger Room...we should be keepin' company, eh?"
Kitty took a step back and frowned. "I think I should be doing homework. Good night, Remy..."
Remy's façade slipped fractionally. "Kitty, I been wantin' ta ask you somethin'...you an' Kurt okay?"
"Yeah, just peachy keen. Why?"
"He be de jealous type?" he asked seriously as if taking mental notes.
"I don't think so...I don't give him reason to be. Why do you ask?" Kitty edged slightly towards her room, hoping Remy did not notice and become offended.
Remy smiled ruefully. "Jus some tings I be likin' ta know, ya know..." He sketched a half-bow in her direction and murmured, "Bon nuit, cherie..."
Kitty felt an odd vertigo. "This is the strangest month," she sighed. Kurt's door still beckoned her, pulled her in sliding, skulking steps towards it's blank white invitation. _I'm just borrowing a CD. That's it. I've been wanting to borrow some of his mixed stuff anyway...that's it. Just going in to borrow a CD. He's at Confession still so I've got at least a little time... _ Kitty was only vaguely aware of phasing through the door into her boyfriend's room, blushing slightly at the idea of getting caught here as he had been with her just that morning. _Wouldn't be so bad...but he'd flip his lid and that priest he goes to would probably excommunicate him or something. He may love me but I'm not going to push his boundaries just because I can. Though it might be fun... _ Kitty shook her self to stop that train of thought and strolled over to his CDs, arranged neatly beside his eo seo system. She paid them scant attention, though, merely running a finger along their spines and sighing faintly as she caught sight of a picture taken of them around Christmas, tinsel shining silver in her hair and Kurt kissing her cheek. Moving on to the bookshelf to peer more closely at the photo, Kitty was distracted by a deep red book, the cover blank of any identifying markings, sitting on Kurt's desk. Don't tell me he keeps a diary...He would, wouldn't he? _That's sweet in an odd, old-fashioned way... _ Her fingers toyed with the cover, raising and dropping the leatherette-covered cardboard with tiny thumps. _ Bad Kitty...you know it's a violation of his trust to look inside there...Though if it fell onto the floor and landed on an open page...oops. _ Kitty gave the book a shove and was chagrined when it landed closed and face-down. _Or if it fell, landed closed and then got kicked over and open... _ The pages fell open on her third try to reveal cramped scrawl in German, almost all of which Kitty could not understand. _Of course. Duh, Kitty. That would make sense, wouldn't it? Write in your native language... _ She felt a wash of guilt as she bent to pick the diary back up, replacing it on his desk carefully, hoping it was in the same place he had left it. _What's come over you, Kitty Pryde? Trying to peek into your boyfriend's private diary as if he has no right to keep secrets of his own...You're just worried that he's writing bad things about you. _ Kitty wandered distractedly over to his bed and sat on the edge, tucking her knees under her chin to think. _First you see that weird kiss witbby bby and Wanda-that'll teach you to peek in windows. Just because someone doesn't answer the door doesn't mean you need to go snooping-and then Remy is all...freaky. Now you're skulking in Kurt's room like a thief in the night2 and talking to yourself in third person. You need help, Kitty. Er...I mean, I need help. _ She lay back to stare at the ceiling, listening for the tell-tale sound of Kurt's foot steps on the stairs, considering for a moment what she would do if he ported in. "Hi, babe," she said aloud to his ceiling. "I was just making sure your bed was still bouncy. See? Bouncy bouncy!" She jounced up and down a few times as if to prove her point no one and sighed. "What I need to do," she continued as if someone could hear her, "is something to let him know I'm not mad at him at all..." A tiny, wicked idea planted itself in Kitty's brain. _I really shouldn't...but it'd be fun. Something for him to think about for the next twenty five days anyway... _
Kurt felt emotionally drained after the hour and a half he spent in the Confessional. Only about fifteen minutes was actual confession, the rest was a lengthy chastisement from Father Dominic on the abuse of the privilege and the fact that Kurt seemed to be assigning guilt to things that he should not feel bad for at all. "I don't know what they taught you during religious education back home, Kurt, but the current teachings of the Church are that sexual feelings are perfectly normal and not some form of sin that you need to flagellate yourself over.3 You need to give your psyche a break and accept that these feelings for your girlfriend are perfectly normal and, while the Church does still frown upon premarital sex, these hormonal surges, the feelings that you are having, are all part and parcel of being a teenager. Now, I want you to go back home and don't come back to Confessional again for at least a week." Kurt had agreed, his forebrain telling him to agree with a priest, no matter how much he felt to the contrary. Now, back at the mansion, he was feeling slightly more amenable to the priest's words. _Maybe I am being too strict on myself. Maybe I need to modify things a little...allow myself some sort of...relief. Something... _ He opened the door to his room and was assailed by a familiar, light scent, floral and sweet with a hint of incense. _Kitty...what was she doing in here? _ He stood in the doorway, scanning the room, hoping she was still there but knowing that she was not. The scent was dissipating even as he stood there, disappointing him keenly. _Widn'idn't she wait for me? _ he thought as he moved towards the bed. At the head of his bed, a new scent caught his attention, richer and earthier and frankly more arousing than the drifting scent of Kitty's perfume. Nothing seemed out of place so for a brief moment, he thought he was imagining things until he caught a tiny scrap of white peeking out from under his pillow. Taking a deep breath, knowing full and well what he was finding, Kurt pulled what was possible the least amount of fabric he had ever seen that was still classified as clothing from its hiding place on his bed. The scent of arousal-Kitty's arousal, he noted in growing, damning excitement-was strong and very nearly intoxicating as he stared at the panties dangling from his fingertips. Black lettering caught his attention, forcing him to hold the underwear up to look at it properly. Written in marker across the fabric were the words, "Just so you know I'm still thinking of you..."
"Maybe Father Dominic was more right than he knows," Kurt groaned.
1 Really lovely singer. Lesbian, moderately angry. More annoyed than angry lately...
2 If you know where that phrase is from, you get a cookie. ;)
3 As a victim, er, student of Catholicism when I was younger, I can say with great assurance that the sex ed lecture was one of the most bizarre experiences of my Catholic School life. "Sex is good and healthy, sexual feelings are good and healthy. They are not a sin. DON'T DO IT!!!!!"