Carne Vale

CARNE VALE CHAPTER THIRTY SIX (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, I was bitten by one of your plotbunnies...check for loose teeth-that bugger HURT! InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink are all shiny goodness for archiving. :) Readers/Reviewers: Yay! The Killer Kitties (tm) are mounting a stealth attack, their Killer Minions (tm) flanking the ducks to the south and the Kitties themselves working on hotwiring the Panzers...


"Quid nunc?"1 Amara muttered flinging herself back against her pillows. "Go away!"
s mes me, Princess," Lance called through the door, knocking again as if to punctuate his words. "Lemme in!"
"No!"
"Why?"
"Because I want to burn something and I'd rather it not be you..." Amara stood, however, and stomped to the door, flinging it open and relishing the slamming sound it made as it hit the wall. "But if you're willing to take the chance..."
Lance suppressed a grin at the site she made, her hair in disarray and color running high in her agitation. Her robe was tied hastily and tightly around her, revealing a hint of the white fabric beneath, betraying exactly what had gotten her in such a bad mood. "Aw, come on, Princess, it's not so bad, is it?" he asked, pushing past her and into the room. "Lemme see..."
"A princess of Nova Roma does not whore herself for the masses." She slammed the door shut and stalked to her closet, disappearing inside and rummaging for something to put on. She stuck her head back out, her robe in one hand, and snarled "A princess of Nova Roma does not don such demeaning costumes and...and...do things in front of slobbering idiots!"
"I'm a slobbering idiot and you do that for me sometimes..." Lance said prosaically, dodging the robe that was flung at his head. "Amara, come on!" he laughed when her house shoes came flying to join the robe in her attempt on his life. "I promise I won't laugh!"
"No!" She very nearly succeeded in closing the closet door between them but Lance was faster and stronger than she was, pulling with all his weight against her efforts, falling back to land on his rear when Amara let go of the knob suddenly. "Damn it!"
He stared up at her, torn between amusement and a very perverse need to actually drool. She stood, barefoot, hands on her hips and glaring, a mostly-white vest and skirt ensemble proclaiming her recent, albeit forced, status as cheerleader. "So what sort of demeaning things are we talking about here?" he asked when he found his voice, deciding laughter was not the best course of action at that moment.
Amara growled and stepped out of her nook to kick his shin. "This isn't funny! They can't make us do this!"
"If they can make me join that fucking yearbook club, they can make you be a cheerleader!"
"If I did not owe so much to the Professor and Storm, I would burn this place down," she swore, pouting in an almost unbecoming manner as she dropped to sit on her haunches at his feet. "This is stupid."
The longer Lance looked at her, the less he liked the idea of her wearing so little in public. "Maybe we can mount a protest..."
"And maybe Kurt will stop drooling after Kitty...did you see the way his jaw dropped when he saw her today?" Amara laughed, her mood lightening slightly, the thought of someone else being even a little more miserable than her helping a bit.
Lance snorted and sat up so that his legs were on either side of Amara's hips, effectively trapping her in place should she want to move. "It would've been funnier if she'd known..."
Amara caught a flash of something in Lance's eyes and seized on it. Looking up at him from under thick lashes, she said throatily, "Before I burn this hideous polyester monstrosity and tell the gods it died a natural death,2 would you like to discuss the depravities it incites?"
"Very much," he said, kissing her without much preamble, drawing her down with him as he lay back on the floor. Amara responded in kind, taking control of the kiss as she straddled his hips, her fingers pushing up his shirt enough to expose the waistband of his pants. Breaking the kiss for a moment, he said breathily, "We don't got much time...Dinner's in half an hour."
"I only need five," she said, kissing him again with more ferocity than before, making him grunt in surprise as she fairly attacked him, roughly unfastening his pants, the silver button flying off to land somewhere under her bed due to her haste. Lance made a movement to slow her down but she brushed him away, moving her kisses from his mouth to his neck, freeing him to breathe but making him gasp as she bit his throat sharply. "Shhh," she muttered against his skin, pulling his length free from the constraints of his clothing before sliding down his body, her cotton-covered mound hot despite the barrier between them. Lance changed his efforts from slowing her down to trying to pull her skirt up and panties down, making Amara laugh. "It's not so difficult," she purred, rising up enough to shift the fabric aside. "See? We've done this before, this way...not so difficult," she repeated, teasing him with her lecturing tone, delaying for a spare moment to increase the tension to palpable levels.
"Three minutes," he said, daring her with his tone. Amara narrowed her eyes and grinned, making Lance worry for a brief moment before she took his member in hand, sliding down slowly to take him within her. Lance squeezed his eyes tightly shut against the feeling of her wet heat around him, the suddenness of the tryst only adding to the frantic, pleasured gnawing in his abdomen as she paused an extra second before starting a slowly increasing rhythm against him, leaning back to brace herself against his knees as she rocked her hips. Lance tightened his hands on her thighs to keep from grabbing her and driving hard against her, trying his best to match her pace. Amara was moving nearly frantically now, her breath short pants and whispered moans as he finally gave in and thrust upwards, nearly unbalancing her. "Two," he said thickly.
"Shut up," she gasped, reaching out to slap him sharply, making him hiss and grin at the same time. As if in retaliation for his reminder, she stopped moving but squeezed him nearly to the point of pain with her internal muscles, his loud groan a reward for efr efforts. Releasing him after a moment, she did it again, this time moving as she did so. Lance felt the room spin. He hated and loved that she was bringing him over the edge so quickly but told himself it was the damned uniform, the thrill of being rushed, nothing more. His release was sudden, like it was torn from him, making him bite his lip to keep quiet. He did not realize he had drawn blood until Amara reached forward to catch a drop of it with her tongue. His eyes flew open at the touch of her tongue to his lip, the same moment he felt the last vestige of control slip, his climax filling her and making her draw back in surprise. He rolled her onto her back as he finished, withdrawing regretfully, unable to bring her the same pleasure she gave him before he lapsed into flaccidity.
"Sorry," he sighed, pressing his face against her shoulder.
"Make it up to me later," she said with aggravating calm, wiggling out from beneath him and standing, adjusting her outfit with agonizing fastidiousness, making him wonder just what she had in mind. She was already pulling clothes out of drawers before he could right his own appearance, standing up slowly. "I think," she said, turning with uncharacteristic brightness, "that this cheerleader thing won't be so bad after all..."

Kitty frowned. "Of all the things I imagined being remembered for in high school, being the chubby cheerleader was not one of them!"
Jubilee glared up at her and mumbled around a mouthful of pins, "Stop twitching or I may stab you!"
Kitty sighed. "This sucks."
Spitting the pins out into her hand, giving up on trying to help Kitty hem her new uniform, Jubilee said, "Take it up with Storm and the Professor. Their idea to helplooklook better by making all you guys join extracurriculars!"
"I knew I should've taken up gymnastics when I was a kid...a lot less demeaning than this!" Kitty flung up her hands as she phased downward, sinking through the tabletop to the floor, stepping out of the furniture before solidifying. "Why couldn't I be on student council or science club or something?"
Jubilee, busy shoving the pins back into Storm's pincushion, said, "Student council was full up, the science club guys would maul you with their fungi-covered hands and Storm figured there's strength in numbers so get all you girls on the cheerleading squad."
"Not only do we have to be on the stupid thing, we're not even on it by our own merit," Kitty groused, trying to tug down the hem of her skirt to at least knee-length and failing miserably. "This is going to be a great few semesters."
The shorter girl rolled her eyes. "I can't help it if I don't have to be part of the Mutant rlearleader Squad and Jean's student council and sports participation spared her the Whore Corps,3" she sighed. "Look, if you don't want to be seen in that, I'd skeedaddle. Dinner's in fifteen minutes and we're about to be flooded with boys looking for food..."
That was all the warning Kitty needed. She made a small "eek"ing noises and took off at run for her room, skidding through the foyer from the rec room in her sock feet before taking the stairs two at a time. So far, Kitty thought, she had been lucky. The only people who had seen her in her terribly outfit were the girls and Remy, who made a passing comment in French that made Jubilee blush but said nothing to the others directly. She was halfway tempted to go see Kurt, to see what his rion ion would be but made herself behave. _We were very good yesterday, watching movies and playing Parcheesi without one innuendo or even an accidentally-on-purpose touch...today wasn't too, too bad since he wasn't at school cause of the arm thing...And it's Monday. So maybe we could _ ... Kitty shook her head as if to clear her thoughts. _No, Pryde, we're not going to do that. Let him come to you. Don't go throwing yourself at him like a desperate cow. Just let it happen. Easier said than done. _ Kitty flung the half-hemmed uniform onto her bed and pushed her glasses up on her head, blurring her image in the mirror over her dresser. _Not so bad when I can't see myself...wonder if Kurt can keep his eyes closed from now on when I'm naked? _ She sighed in semi-dejection, thinking of how cruel teenaged fates were to put her in the path of so much angst and gestalt. Or is it zeitgeist? I get those two confused...whichever it is, it never had to show it's fat thighs in public. She looked away from her ill-defined image, crashing back onto her bed with a strangled sigh. _On the bright side, if Kurt likes me in glasses, he's bound to like the cheerleader uniform thing...Until I'm able to get out of this shindig and burn the damned thing then dance on its ashes. _ Feeling suddenly vexing, she reached for the recently discarded uniform and put it back on, not letting her lis listen to her inner voice, begging her to stop walking to Kurt's room.

Kurt was pacing, trying to calm himself down and almost succeeding. _Okay, so she's wandering around in a cheerleader outfit. Big deal. At least it's not that Catholic school girl outfit again. Or the outfit with the glasses... _ He felt a shudder run down his spine at the mental picture of Kitty in a short plaid skirt, too-tight white shirt that left nothing to the imagination, her glasses and, for some reason he could not fathom, fishnet stockings. _Do I have time for a cold shower before dinner? _ Sitting heavily at his desk, Kurt let his head fall forward and hit the wood with a dull thud. _Cheerleading. Logan must be trying to kill me. I wonder if I can go back to Germany until Lent is over? Nothing remotely sexy about a circus. Well, the contortionists but they're in an entirely different ring than I'm usually in... _ Groaning to himself, Kurt realized that he would not get himself out of his lurid fantasies easily. He knew that, every time he saw Kitty, he would see her as she was an hour or so back, standing with her hands on her hips, looking marginally annoyed, uni uniform she had on revealing more than it covered, making his throat constrict before he could get away. _What kind of pervert wants his girlfriend to wear a cheerleading uniform? I must be really hormone-addled. I'm thinking all sorts of perverted things... _
"Kurt?" Kitty's voice lilted through his door. "You in there?"
"Ja...Do I need to come set the table?"
"Not yet,e sae said. "I just want your opinion on something."
"Oh, come in then." Kurt shifted to face the door as she phased through it. It took him a moment for the image to sink in. Her nose, still slightly swollen, was not the first thing he noticed, contrary to her thoughts. She froze in place, suddenly aware of just what she was doing, taunting him almost, but before she could apologize, he was across the room and pinning her to the door, his tail working it's way under her skirt and his mouth very close to her ear. "We're going to be late to dinner."
1 What now?
2 My grandmother always says "Doesn't that just make you want to kill him and tell the good lord he died a natural death?" whenever someone screws up or gets her irked. I like the expression so I gave it to Amara, lol.
3 Insulting, I know, but in high school that's what we called the cheerleaders and drill team. Spoken by a girl who was never on either and did not work or play well with others. ;)