Blueshift

Blueshift Chapter Thirty One (NC-17)
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Wanda sighed and dabbed at yet another glob of spit-up on her shirt. “Shouldn’t he be done with this by now? I mean, he’s like a year old…” She wrinkled her nose and tried not to gag as she cleaned up. “This is nasty.”
Tabby snorted. “You don’t know nasty till you breast feed. On one hand, it’s really cool, you know? On the other... you’re a fucking vending machine!” She smoothly slid Lucas into his bouncey device, hanging from the hall doorway. “There, knock yourself out, kid,” she muttered, leaving her son to coo and gurgle and kick his legs and bounce up and down in the hanging seat. “What’d Jubilee want anyway?”
“She wanted to know if we’d bring Lucas over for a playdate with that baby over there…” Wanda gave up on the shirt and pulled it off over her head, throwing it towards the growing pile in the corner. “Laundry day.”
Tabby leaned against the counter, considering. Since the last incident at Magneto’s, Wanda had been very careful not to, in her own words, “be witchy.” She had not hexed, no matter how badly she wanted to, she had not lost her temper overtly, she had, Tabby realized, done her very best to be ‘normal.’ “Is that new?” she asked by way of changing the topic. She pointed to the curved barbell gracing the lower part of Wanda’s navel, below the tiny silver hoop on the top of the dimple of flesh in her abdomen. “That wasn’t there last night, was it?”
Wanda raised a brow and smiled. “ Yeah, it was… you were just too tired to notice.” She was still topless, her silver nipple rings catching the overhead light and shining brightly as the cold air made the red-pink rounds of flesh on her breasts grow turgid. She leaned against the refrigerator as Tabby crossed to her, slipping her arms around her girlfriend’s waist casually as the blonde pressed close. “You’ve been busting your ass at the clinic, Tabs,” she said softly, skimming her thumb across the faint dark circle under her eyes. “You come home later, leave earlier… I’m afraid Lucas’s first sentence is going to be ‘Who’s that blonde lady who keeps showing up after dinner?’ Maybe you can take a day off?”
Tabby sighed and pressed her forehead against Wanda’s shoulder. “Can’t… doc’s gone at the Institute, some emergency came up with the teeps, so I’m there at the office making appointments and doing lab work…” She sighed again. “A play date might be a good idea… we’d get some alone time… you’ve been working hard, too…”
“Sweetie, I’m a titty dancer. It’s not work.” She snorted and, arms securely around Tabby, slid down to the floor, taking her girlfriend with her. Settled in a comfortable knot of limbs, she added, “It’s shaking my tits at a bunch of men who wouldn’t know dancing if it bit ‘em on the ass.” Tabby snorted against her arm and Wanda smiled. Without preamble, she bit Tabby’s earlobe and was pleased to hear her gasp. “It’s been days, baby…”
Tabby shifted and tilted her face up to Wanda’s. “Wanda, I’ve been worried about you lately. You haven’t been yourself…”
“Of course I have,” she insisted, albeit with a twinge of annoyed nervousness. “I have no one else to be.” She cut off whatever else Tabby might have said with a swift, deep kiss, parting the blonde’s lips with her pierced tongue, delving into the warmth of the embrace. She let her fingers skim down, across Tabby’s neck and throat, down to the swell of her breast, softer than they used to be but no less pleasing to her senses than before. Tabby murmured low in her throat and Wanda kept moving downward, sliding the flat of her hand softly along the curve of Tabby’s hip, down her thigh to her knee and back up along the inside of her limb, her fingertips pushing the hem of her skirt, worn for work more than comfort, up past the hollow of her thigh. Breaking the kiss to breathe and speak, Wanda whispered “Bed?”
“No,” Tabby replied after a moment’s thought. “Floor’s clean in here.” She grabbed Wanda’s shoulders and kissed her first this time, deepening the kiss immediately.
Wanda smiled and slid her free hand up to Tabby’s breast, finding the stiff peak there and toying with it gently, squeezing and tugging enough to make the heat rising from between the blonde’s thighs too tempting to ignore. Slowly, she pressed a finger between bare nether lips, past the petal pink folds and into the wet, waiting core. Tabby whimpered faintly but did not break their kiss, instead tugging on one of Wanda’s nipple rings, not enough for pain but enough to make her moan into the kiss. Wanda pushed her seeking fingers deeper into Tabby’s sex, her thumb rubbing against the pearl of desire at the apex of her thighs. Tabby moaned loudly, pressing against her fingers and hand. Wanda broke the kiss and promptly bit Tabby’s neck, not enough to break the skin but it made the other girl gasp and cry out nonetheless. Pressing close against her, Wanda pleasured her girlfriend in earnest then, moving a bit faster, twisting her fingers ever so slightly inside to find the spots that made her moan more, grow more wet with desire. The fleeting thought that, not that long ago, she would have rather spit on Tabby than speak to her crossed her mind. She wondered if this feeling she had for the other girl was true or some product of her hatred for her father, for Pietro, but she tried not to think about it. It was too late, though. The seed of thought was already planted in her backbrain, waiting and biding it’s time. She knew she would have to deal with it, have to deal with her own fears, soon but now, when Tabby was moaning and panting beneath her, her sex pink and wet, greedy for her touch, was not the time. With a sharp cry, Tabby climaxed, Wanda pressing hard into her, letting her sex grip her fingers and her body convulse beneath her own. After a long, shivering moment, Wanda withdrew, sitting back and making a small show of licking her fingers clean for Tabby. “Now bed?” she asked quietly, leaning forward. “You’ve got three hours before you have to be back at the clinic…”
“But no time at all before your presence is required elsewhere.” Mystique coalesced from the shadows and glanced at the prone girls before sighing and focusing her attention on the microwave. “Clean up and get dressed. I need your help.”
“No,” Wanda snarled, moving to her feet and putting herself between Mystique and Tabby. “Get out or I swear to God they’ll find your body in the ditch outside in the morning.”
Mystique’s hand shot out so fast Wanda did not even see her move. “Listen, you scared little girl, not everything I do is for your father. I need your help, not him. Get dressed and come with me. The alternative is wait for him to show up, which should be in about ten minutes.”
Tabby rose slowly, a handful of plasma balls ready to go. “If you’ve touched my son…”
“I haven’t even looked at the child,” Mystique said disdainfully. “Bring him with us if you must. Hurry or I’ll leave you to Magneto and whatever mad plan his friend Essex is dreaming up.” She looked levelly at the younger women then. “I am not going to hold you against your will. You’re free to leave after you see what I have to show you.”
Wanda narrowed her eyes. “Fine. But I will kill you if you so much as think of hurting Tabby or Lucas.”
“Fine, fine, just hurry!” Mystique pointedly turned her back on the two and rolled her eyes heavenward. _It must be something in the water in Bayville… _