Carne Vale

CARNE VALE CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, Kurt-muse is demanding to speak in German again, so prepare yourself! InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink make me weak in the knees for archiving so nicely and without throwing things at me for flooding their inboxes. Readers/Reviewers: The ducks have switched to blasting me with a medley of "MacArthur Park" and "I've Got a Lovely Bunch of Coconuts". It hurts. I'm hoping the Killer Kitties (tm) and their Killer Minions (tm) will return and drive the fowl foul (heh) back to the swamps....


_Twenty two days. Just over three weeks. Not so bad, Pryde. You haven't ravished him like some insane romance novel yet. Not really. And you only started biting your nails this afternoon. _ Kitty smoothed imaginary wrinkles from her skirt and made sure the he her her top was straight as she regarded herself in the full-length mirror on the back of her closet door. _Tonight will be awkward, but I think we'll get over it... _ She giggled to herself as she thought of the surprise she had in store for Kurt when he returned from Saturday evening Mass. She went through her mental checklist, just to make sure she had not forgotten anything, pausing only when she realized that she would not be able to use the boathouse, recently completed, as planned. Remy had commande it it in the name of Napoleon and Louisiana to teach Jubilee how to dance. _Dance...have sex...same thing, just one involves more clothes than the other. Guess the Rec Room is as good a place as any...except for the traffic. I don't want to start in the bedroom-that's too obvious. Damn it. Seducing is hard if you aren't going to have sex! _ Oast ast check of her outfit, only slightly immodest in that "It's a little too small but I may have worn it on purpose anyway," sort of way, Kitty marched herself down stairs with purpose in her steps, not quite sure what her purpose was just yet but feeling it just the same. She paused at the rec room and bit her lip, considering the option. _It's Saturday night but we can't go out without chaperones until all this crap at school is settled, so that means this place is going to be crawling with irritated mutants within two hours. _ With a regretful sigh, Kitty wandered into the study, not really enthusiastic about the idea of trying to be sexy in a room filled with musty books and some bad memories. _It'd be like an R-rated Jane Austen novel. Shall we retire to the drawing room, Mister Wagner? Yes, the willows are lovely this time of year... Slobber, drool, grope... _ Silently cursing Jubilee for taking the paper from Kelly's desk and putting them effectively under house arrest for the time being, Kitty stomped to the library, ever aware of the coming darkness and Kurt's assured return from Mass. Jean and Scott were sitting at the long table in the middle of the small library, school books spread between them but sorely neglected, seeing that Scott's tongue was somewhere past Jean's tonsils. Kitty growled at the couple, who broke apart and looked up, only slightly guilty. "Sorry," Kitty said through gritted teeth, "just trying to find some space."
"For?" Jean asked nonchalantly. She turned her attention from Scott, pretending to arrange her books in a neat row as her boyfriend shuffled papers aimlessly. Under the table, Kitty could see Jean trailing her toes up Scott's leg and sighed.
"Just...am." She made a gesture of futility and turned to stride out of the room, but turned back and said, "Say, if I asked you really nicely and said pretty please and batted my eyelashes, could I convince you two not to go to the rec room until about..." She did some mental calculations and decided the longer the wait, the better. "U aro aroten ten tonight?"
Scott raised his brows and said, "Why? Got something planned for Abstinence Boy?"
"Scott! Be nice!" Jean admonished, but her look to Kitty spoke volumes. "I think we can find something to do until then..."
"You could show me that Rolodex of yours..." Scott said teasingly, his attention effectively shifting to Jean alone.
Kitty tuned out the giggles from the redhead as she left the room with new intent. _I don't think I even want to know what Rolodex is code for...Some people are just freaks like that. _ Suppressing the mental image that crept to her mind of Jean and Scott and just what they would do to keep busy, Kitty headed for the Danger Room, where she knew Lance and Todd were making up sims to irritate Logan. _Time to call in some markers... _

Kurt was aware that something was not quite kosher as soon as he entered the kitchen from the mudroom. For one thing, the kitchen was not full of teenagers finding snacks, and for another, the mansion was very nearly quiet. He could hear muffled thumps from upstairs and some music filtering through the vents, and he was sure that if he wanted to look around, he would find some people in the gym or the Danger Room, but for the moment, Kurt was more curious about the smell of burning candles coming from the rec room. "Hello?"
Kitty jumped nervously and quickly dashed the sleep from her eyes. Sitting on the sofa and waiting for Kurt had made her drowsy, the smell of the burning wax somehow a soporific when combined with the drone of the televisioKurtKurt's voice startled her out of the light doze and she was smiling brightly by the time he stepped, somewhat cautiously, into the rec room. "Hey, sweetie."
"Katzchen," Kurt said uncertainly. The room was dark save for an array of candles on the coffee table, each in a different holder, giving the whole thing a bohemian effect Kitty did not really intend. His eyes adjusted readily to the odd brightness of the candles, glowing gold but not bright.
"Before you say anything," Kitty hastened as she stood from her recline on the sofa, seeing the worry on Kurt's features, "everyone is off doing other things and we won't be bothered."
"What is all this?" He took another few steps into the room, stopping just short of the table and its array of dripping wax.
"Well," she said shyly, "I didn't want to set this up in one of our rooms...that'd be, like, too much pressure or something, you know? So I sort of called in some favors and we have the rec room to ourselves until ten." Smiling a little wider, she closed the gap between them and pressed her hands against his chest, tilting her chin to look up at his luminous eyes. "But I figure that if all goes well, we can go back upstairs before then..."
"All goes well?" he repeated, a gnawing regret for earlier activities settling low in his gut. Kitty's arms slid around his neck and his hands went to her waist automatically, holding her as she leaned back, settling her weight against his grip. "What are you talking about?"
Kitty's smile slid a little at Kurt's obtuseness. "I'm talking about how you've decided that it's okay to do certain things now and I was thinking that it'd be kind of nice if...well, you know!"
"Um, no I don't," he said, though he had a blazing certainty as to her exact meaning.
With a sigh of exasperation, Kitty stepped back and fisted her hands on her hips, fixing him with a baleful stare. Speaking carefully, more to stem her embarrassment than to ein tin things clearly, she said, "I thought it'd be rather nice and not to mention really erotic if we were to," she broke off, finding that, despite all they had done together, she could not actually say what she was wanting to suggest. "...if we were to do what we could do _together _ without doing wwe _we _want _ to do..."
"Are you suggesting that we...pleasure ourselves in front of each other?" Kurt felt a jolt that had nothing to do with embarrassment move straight through his core.
Verging on annoyed, Kitty said, "Well, it's not like we haven't seen each other do it before!"
Kurt closed his eyes and willed his responses to her suggestion and the mental pictures filling his brain into submission-nearly. "Katzchen, I can't..."
"Oh, no you don't, Kurt Wagner!" Kitty cried, poking him in the chest with one rigid finger. was wasn't going to tell you but I talked to Father Jacob at your church and even he said that it was okay so long as it wasn't all the time!"
"You what?" Kurt was not sure if he wanted to laugh or be irked.
Kitty fell back slightly, aware that she had touched a nerve. "It wasn't like I was planning on it or anything...I was just, like, you know, worried and stuff and I guess I really just wanted to make myself feel better that you weren't, like, breaking some major rule or something..." She broke off and gazed at the misshapen candles and the warming bowl of strawberries she had procured from Storm after many promises of KP duty and greenhouse cleaning. "Sorry."
"K," K," Kurt sighed, pressing his fingers to his temples, "I don't get it, but I know you didn't do it to be...whatever the word is I'm looking for...but you need to trust me when I do this sort of thing. Any sort of thing."
"I *do * trust you, Kurt, but I just...I don't know." Kitty flounced over to the sofa, pulling the chenille throw that usually resided on the back of the piece of furniture onto her lap, covering her suddenly too-bare legs. "Look, what it all boils down to is I want us to make love and I know as well as you do that there's more than the one way to do that..."
Kurt held up his hand, stopping her. "Katzchen, I can't do that tonight anyway."
"What?" her tone was clipped, as if she did not exactly believe him.
"I'm sort of...rationing. To make sure I don't...over do things."
Kitty's brow furrowed. "You mean to tell me that you can't do anything with me tonight because you're not scheduled to?" After a beat, she said, "I have an entirely new respect for Todd."
Kurt snorted at that and said, "I've decided once per week...and um, I sort of...did it already today." He looked steadily down at his bare feet, his specially made shoes abandoned in the mudroom, the first chance he got to lose them.
Kitty felt one eyebrow creep upwards in a very Logan-ish expression of suppressed amusement. "Do tell..."
"Seriously, Schatz, I'd rather not...at least not until Monday..." He moved to sit next to her on the couch but thought better of it. "Um, I think maybe it'd be best if I just got changed and...I don't know. Want to watch a movie or something later?"
Kitty felt a spike of irritation with her boyfriend, Lent, and the entire Catholic faith, both Roman and Orthodox branches, for conspiring against her and her teenaged hormones. Knowing it was irrational to feel that way, at least on that scale, Kitty decided to leave before she said something she would regret later. Standing stiffly, avoiding the sudden perplexed look she knes ons on Kurt's face from her lack of response, Kitty blew out the candles and gathered the bowl of strawberries, the chocolate she had planned an obscene use for, and began to gather the cooling candles. "I think," she said finally, feeling his eyes boring into her, "that maybe it'd be best if I just handed over eve evening to someone who can make better use of it." She cringed at the bitterness in her voice and sighed, finally turning to look at him once she had gathered the remains of her planned evening into a rather haphazard armload of supplies. "Sorry," she said softly. His yellow eyes narrowed in the near-dark of the room and she had the feeling he was frowning, though not at her. "I shouldn't make you feel bad for doing this. It's not fair to you and it's disrespectful our our religious convictions."
Kurt took a slow breath and exhaled loudly. "I'm sorry I made you feel that way, Liebes. Forgive me?"
"Kurt," she said, her tone something she could not define, "it's not always your fault. I can be a twit and tonight, I was one..."
"You had this whole thing planned and I just ruined it, Katzchen," he said, his eyes closing briefly before pinning her in place.
"You had no idea what I was planning so you didn't ruin anything. Well, not on purpose." She took a step towards him, nearly bumping into him due to her lack of glasses and poor depth perception in the dark of late, "Besides," she smiled , "we can do this again next week..." She stood on her toes and leaned forward, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. "Look, go get changed. I'm going to go give this stuff to...I don't know. We can watch one of your horror movies or something if you'd like..."
"I think I'd like that a lot," he said, watching her walk towards the foyer. Okay, he thought somewhat desperately, Kitty's tacit offer and her express plans for the evening taunting his resolve no end. _If I don't eat anything tonight and port a lot, I'll sleep straight through until Monday. No problem, right? _ "Damn it," he said into the darkness. "Next year, I am giving up homework. A lot less stress with that one..."

Jubilee bit down hard on her lip, tasting the salt of blood as Remy's breath teased her torturously, bing ing against her fleshy cleft, sending demands through her nerves that her body was desperately trying to sate. "Remy," she breathed, "I swear, if you don't do something soon..."
"What?" he laughed, the very act of speaking making his breath hot against her aching need, the upwards thrust of her hips almost but not quite bringing her some sort of closure. "You gonna kick ma ass?"
"When I'm done with it, I just may," she said thickly. "Please, Remy..."
"Well, since you askin' so nice an' all..." Remy paused for an extra fraction of a second, long enough to make Jubilee whimper in frustration, then brought his mouth to her demanding core. She cried out sharply at the first touch of his tongue to her flowering femininity, her fingers digging into the cushion of the sofa in an effort to keep from gripping at him, forcing him onward in her urgency. He sensed her desperation but did nothing to bring her quick relief, intent instead on long, slow laves designed to make her beg for something more. Her heels digging into his shoulders, Remy edged closer, suckling on the bud of nerves before him before nibbling slightly, Jubilee's incoherent phrases in Chinese and English making him consider changing his mind about the long, slow teasing idea. A faint thudding tickled the back of his brain. _Wonder what I knock over? Huh. Do I care? _ The thought crossed his mind that one of them had inadvertently used their powers and the thudding was something exploding, but a subliminal sense told him that t was was no smoke, nothing in the process of breaking, so the powers theory was out. The thudding sounded louder and this time, Remy noticed, even Jubilee seemed to hear it.
"Shit," she growled, pushing him away. "Someone's at the door."
Remy pressed his forehead against her knee, gaining his remaining composure about him like a shroud. "Guess I go see who it is...seein' as you nekkid an' all..." Standing with a slight tremor to his knees, the Cajun did not even bother to button his shirt or pants, just sauntered to the door of the boathouse like it was an every day occurrence to be interrupted in flagrante delicto, which, he reflected, it seemed to be around the mansion. Kitty Pryde stood on the other side of the door, her arms laden with half-melted candles and two bowls of food. "Oui?"
Kitty blinked up at him. She was still feeling strange towards Remy since the kiss incident-both of them-and Jubilee was still tip-toeing around her as if she expected to get punched as well. She was, she admitted as she stared at him for a moment too long, entirely unprepared for Remy in seduction-mode, half undressed, color high, and looking like every single clichéd bad-boy from every romance novel ever written. Realizing that he was starting to grin at her, obviously realizing where her train of thought was heading, Kitty shoved the entire pile of items at him and said in a staccato rush, "Here, I can't use this stuff cause Kurt's off sex still and we can't do ANYTHING, and I mean ANYTHING and tonight was all kinds of screwy and...here!" She did not even give him time to reply before rushing off into the night, back towards the mansion, forcing her thoughts away from Kurt and, she admitted to herself with some shame, Remy, towards the long list of favors she had sworn to in order to secure privacy for the evening.
Remy had the good grace to shut the door before bursting into laughter. "Chere, you never guess who dat was..."
"Kitty?" Jubilee said, pulling a blanket over her nudity and padding into the small entry way that blocked the view of the den from the front door.
"Non, cherie, it were de smut fairy, it seem...wanna see what kinda tings you can do wit chocolate and a warm body?" He raised his eyebrow in suggestion, following a giggling Jubilee back to the den.