Carne Vale

CARNE VALE CHAPTER FORTY TWO (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, name the flavor of cookie and it shall be yours in gratitude for beta-ing my slovenly writing. :) InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink are splendiferous for archiving. :) Readers/Reviewers: *dances for joy * I love you people. When I think ay iay is sucking so hard it should be called "Hoover," I get home to find pretty happy words and constructive criticism waiting in my inbox. Big, sloppy kisses for all of you. And the Killer Kitties (tm) and their Killer Minions (tm) are hiding...I found a pile of rose and some scented stationary mixed with cat fur but so far...no other sign.


"Just to review here," Jubilee said, straddling the balance beam while talking to Kitty, "_you _ told him _you _ weren't going to have sex with _him _until Easter?"
"Yeah."
"Chica, you are in-fucking-sane. Really. I love you and all and I'm even over the Remy-kiss thing...bye the bye, love the strawberry lip gloss...but I may slap you silly for this one!"
"I did it for hwn gwn good! Kurt is very tied to being Catholic and Lent is very important to him! As soon as he starts throwing it over for me, he starts resenting me!" Kitty hopped to sit on the beam next to Jubilee and sighed. "I felt stupid saying it but I mean...it's the best thing really. We can still do _stuff _ and all, but not..._stuff _."
"So you're telling me that for the next two and a half weeks, we're going to have to deal with two sexually frustrated mutants in worse shthenthen they were in two weeks ago?"
"What do you mean?"
"You can mess around, you said."
"So?"
"So? So!" Jubilee swung her legs back and in a movement Kitty could not quite figure out, ended up standing on the balance beam, pacing back and forth along the available length as she gesticulated wildly. "Look, before, you two really didn't mess around. A few slips ups don't count. Now, though, it's grope-city. Think about it...after messing around with Kurt for even a little while, you're hot as a firecracker."
"Jubes!" Kitty cried, horrified.
"Oh, come off it! I've been to the movies with you two...ten seconds of tongue action and you're panting like a race horse on the last lap!"
"La la la la la la la! I'm not listening!" Kitty shouted, her fingers in her ears.
Jubilee rolled her eyes and nudged Kitty with her toes. "It's nothing to be ashamed of. That's what this whole thing stems from, you know. You're embarrassed."
"About what?"
She raised an eyebrow, indicating Kitty's red face, clearly embarrassed due to the talk about sex. "Can you even say 'penis' without turning pink?"
"Yes." Kitty glared at her friend, and, her mouth set in stern lines, said "Penis. There. You happy."
"Yes, but that's an entirely different issue." Jubilee dropped to sit next to Kitty again and laid a friendly hand on the girl's shoulder. "What's wrong with you two is that, no matter how much you like it and love each other and are all liberal and whatever, sex is still something you were told is shameful and embarrassing and should not be enjoyed."
Kitty winced. This was true in her case, at least. Despite her mother's "gift" of birth control for her bat mitzvah, sex was a verboten topic in the Pryde household. In fact, Kitty remembered, she had no clear idea of the mechanics of the act until Lancee sue summer day between sixth and seventh grade, had a screening of a rather raunchy amateur porn film in his parents' basement. Kitty never knew who the "stars" of the movie were, but she lived in half-fear every day of her life in Illinois that the new teacher that semester or the lady at the grocery store check out might be a horribly familiar face. "I'm not ashamed of sex, Jubes. I just think it deserves more respect than what people give it."
"Kitty, it's not the Dalai Lama. It's sex. Fucking, screwing, boinking, shagging, making the beast with two backs, humping...get my meaning?"
"Yes, you are a veritable encyclopedia of slang terms for sex." Kitty stood and stretched, her joints popping in protest of the workout she had given them earlier.
"You should ask me about my words for genitalia," Jubilee giggled, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. "Think about it, though, Kitty," she said on a more serious note. "You're overanalyzing your sex life, big time."
Kitty tossed her a mock-salute from the door to the gym. "So says the girl who would shrivel up and die without regular orgasms."
"Nah, irregular ones are more fun," Jubilee called. "They make the neighbors look at ya funny!"
Kitty laughed softly as the door swung closed behind her, ushering her out into the hall. It was nearly nine o'clock at night and she was feeling the strain of the day wearing on her, the urge to yawn nearly overwhelming. She wondered briefly if Doctor Reyes would need her help in the morning before school but decided not to ask just then. _Unless I miss my guess, Beast didn't buy those flowers and wine just because he loves himself...and Cecilia was looking awfully dressed up earlier... _ Lost in her own wonderings over the relationships of the adults in the mansion, Kitty vowed to herself never to be a weird grown up with a boring relationship.

Kurt found the smell of Remy's room at once pleasant and aggravating. The faint smoke residue burned his sensitive nose but it was strangely comforting, like his grandfather's home. Mingled with the scent of the Cajun's cologne, bourbon that Kurt did not want to even ask about, and something vaguely spicy, the smoky smell, the German mutant thought to himself, really wasn't all that noticeable after all. "So what should I do?" he asked after several moments of silence in which Remy shuffled and reshuffled the same deck of cards.
"You gotta be kiddin' me, homme." With a deft turn of his wrist, Remy pocketed the cards mid-rifle. "You ser'sly got a prollem, mon ami."
"Ja, I know, I know..." Kurt did not know which was more disturbing, the fact he had so cavalierly decided to take Logan's advice (which in and of itself bordered on weird, considering the man's relationship with Kitty) and was not feeling very guilty at all, or the fact he could understand Remy without a problem anymore. "But what am I going to do?"
"Lemme get dis right...you say you okay wid goin' back to de physical part o' yo' relationship wid Kitty, mais she say "non." Dis be aggravatin', dat I see, mais why she say non?"
"Knowing her, she thinks I'll resent her or something. I don't know how to make her understand that this is my choice and I wouldn't hold it against her, even if I did feel guilty later." Kurt picked up one of Remy's pillows and began to squish it into unnatural shapes as he pondered his problem. "You're Catholic, right?"
Remy looked sheepish for a moment before he answered. "You could be sayin' dat...mais jus' 'bout ever'one Nawlins is Catholic...we jus' do it bit different den folks from elsewhere..."
Kurt nodded solemnly. He had seen the brand of Catholicism in New Orleans during Mardi Gras and, while it did not quite sit rightly with him, he could respect it. It was strange to him to associate being Catholic with so much revelry and so little regard for things considered sins that he found himself wondering what Remy's confessions must be like and whether or not his confessor in New Orleans really cared. "The only thing I feel bad about ot fot feeling bad, you know?"
"Uh..."
Kurt squished the pillow again, making Remy wince in expectation of the thing popping and spewing feathers everywhere. "For two weeks straight, I've felt horrible about wanting to be with Kitty, about wanting to spend the night together and other less...innocent...things. But a short conversation with Logan and it's like a switch flipped in my brain or something."
Remy smirked as if he knew a great secret that he was not about to tell. "Sometime, all it takes is a friend or someone we respec' to get us seein' tings a bit different, ya know?" He rescued his pillow from Kurt's grasp and replaced it on the bed with a faint, sympathetic smile. "You ain't wrong fo' feelin' different...I jus' tink you wanna feel bad so you tearin' yo'self up tryin' ta do it."
"But what about Kitty? How can I show her or tell her than I'm serious? I'm perfectly alright with this. I've gotten a different penance."
"Tell her?" When Kurt shook his head, Remy made a gesture that equated to "well, do it!" before he fished a cigarette out of his desk drawer and pried the window open, leaning out to light the Marlboro before continuing. "Kitty jus' wanna make sure she not steppin' on yo' toes. She love you lots, ya know? She don' really unnerstan' what you believe an' she wanna make sure she ain't makin' you deny yo'self..." He took a drag and said, "Sides, you ain't tinkin' too clear, are ya? Kitty had a very difficult home life, eh? She prolly jus' afraid dat you gonna blame her if you figger you doin' somethin' wrong later..."
Kurt made a noise of recognition and covered his face with hisds. ds. "Damn it! I haven't been thinking clearly... I didn't even consider that Kitty might have some sort of problem..."
"I don' tink dat it a prollem, per se..." Remy said, frowning slightly around his cigarette. "Not like she need medication for it or nothin'..."
"Nein, but until she came here and even a little after, she had people blaming her for everything that went bad in their lives and being afraid is a hard habit to break..."
"So dat leave you wid one solution, homme."
"What's that?"
"Seduce her!"

"You know," Logan said, pulling Storm towards him on the couch, "the kids are pretty much settled in for the night, Chuck's locked himself in his study and Hank's out with Cecilia, wherever it is giant blue mutants go on dates."
Storm looked up from her needlework with a smirk. "I think they went to the boathouse..."
"H..is..isn't that where the kids go when they think they're being sneaky?" he asked, pushing her hair off her neck before bending to kiss the soft skin behind her ear.
Storm carefully folded the fabric she was working on and set it to one side, curling her legs beneath her as she leaned into Logan's caresses, closing her eyes as he kissed her again in the same spot, his hand splaying against her stomach as he pulled her closer still, almost into his lap. "I think that's the place," she said after a moment, turning to nuzzle his neck, darting her tongue out in tiny, sharp licks to make him growl. "They'll be so disappointed when they find out you know about their secret hiding spot...they all think they're pulling the wool over big, bad Wolverine's eyes," she said, laughter in her eyes as she shifted, draping her legs over his.
"Big bad Wolverine, huh?" he said, making a sudden lunge for her and tickling her sides.
Storm sent a crackle of lightening through the air above his head, a warning shot, as it were. "I'm not ticklish," she said sternly, though the twitching corners of her mouth said otherwise.
"You still pissed at me for that cocoa goddess thing?" His hands roamed under her top, the folds of fabric giving way to soft flesh over taut muscle. "And why don't you wear a bra?"
"I don't want to," she said, her eyes drifting shut again as he thumbed her stiffening nipples with great intent. "And I'm not mad about the cocoa goddess thing. It's just that I'm not so much cocoa as mocha." Logan paused in his attentions, staring at the calm face of his beloved before laughing aloud, burying his face in her hair. "What?" she asked innocently. "Can't I have a sense of humor?"
"Yeah, darlin', you sure can, just try not to laugh during, okay?"
"Well, if something is _funny _, then I'm going to laugh..." she said, tilting her chin to give him access to her throat. Logan caught the hint and began nibbling his way down to her collarbone. "And this isn't really funny..."
"Good to know...you laugh too much during the act," he said, pausing to finish removing her shirt, flinging it towards her bedroom door, opening off the small sitting room that was as full of plants as her greenhouse, "and a man's bound to get a complex."
"Noted." Storm sighed softly as Logan captured one dark peak between his teeth, his tongue bringing her nipple to full attention as she shifted to accommodate him in the cradle of her thighs.
*_As much as I hate to interrupt you two, _ * Charles Xavier's voice boomed in their heads, _*we have a situation downstairs. Tabby's arrived and she seems to be in quite a state. _ *
"When isn't she?" Logan growled aloud and mentally.
* _ Logan, save it for later. It seems Wanda has been kidnapped and all signs point to the Brotherhood... _ *