Carne Vale

CARNE VALE CHAPTER FORTY THREE (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, Billy and Joaquin have set out in search of Dodo. They took their life vests, just in case, but you might want to have Joris go check on them if they're not back in a week... InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink are sparkly for archiving. :) Readers/Reviewers: Now I'm a little sad cause two of y'all had to opt out due to space constraints but I'm happy that y'all are still reading. Seriously. Nearly orgasmically happy, truth be known (now there's a visual for the few of you who know what I look like, lol!)

Thursday dawned fresh and new on many levels. Kitty felt like it was a clean slate and she dressed in her best "I mean business" outfit to take on not only school and the rumors, but the new status of her relationship with Kurt-temporarily sexless but still demonstratively affectionate. She even managed to remain basically unfazed as she changed clothes after her pants ripped up the seam in the rear when she bent to tie her shoe. Her calm faltered a little when the next pair of pants would not button, but the next pair, albeit with drawstring waist and two seasons out of fashion, fit well enough and did not disturb the integrity of her outfit. "Okay, Kitty," she said to herself in the mirror, opting for glasses right away instead of even trying the contacts that morning, "today will go well. You will not break down into tears when someone calls you a slut or variation thereof, you will not seek solace in Ben and Jerry's, you will not pounce on Kurt and maul him to death in a fit of lust." She nodded to her reflection as if prodding the agreement from herself and sighed. "And you will figure out how to put in the damn contacts without losing them or squealing like a girl. But not this morning..." She ran her hands once over her shirt, trying to smooth imaginary wrinkles rather than deal with her incipient nervousness and sighed. _Okay. First things first. Breakfast before Kurt gets down there and complains that I'm not eating enough anymore. _

Kurt had spent over an hour brushing and re-brushing his fur, little snarls appearing out of nowhere to taunt him, his shedding winter coat creating more of a problem than he had reckoned it would. _Damn warm weather...It had to start this week, didn't it? _ He carefully replaced his brushes and assorted grooming supplies in their designated drawer and fastened his holo with a self-deprecating grin. _All that trouble to look nice for Katzchen and I have to cover it up with this verdammten thing... _ His stomach rumbled, reminding him of the time, so he did not delay in porting to the kitchen, his body scolding him for depleting precarious reserves at that early hour. "Okay, okay..." he muttered to himself, heading directly to the refrigerator and plunging head-first into the crisper in search of the donut he _knew _ Remy had hidden there the night before. Rescuing the donut from a Cajun-induced death, he grabbed the orange juice, a jar of fig preserves, and, from the freezer, the only remaining box of frozen waffles (_ the kind with chocolate chips_ , he crowed mentally. _ Take that, Jubes! _) before heading to the toaster to cook his breakfast. As he depressed the lever and smiled a cheery goodbye to the frozen waffles, he caught of whiff of strawberry shampoo, his smile broadening to show his teeth. "Katzchen," he said loudly, so as to be heard in the rec room. "Would you like a waffle?"
"No," came her reply a moment later, definitely startled and apparently through a full mouth. "I'm good."
Kurt rolled his eyes and padded over to the doorway to raise an eyebrow at her. Kitty guiltily hid the cup of applesauce between her knees and covered it with a pillow as if it were contraband goods. Turning down the volume of the television, she said brightly, "Hi, sweetie. You're up early."
"And you're on a diet again, aren't you?"
"No. Yes. Maybe. No. I stick with the no." She shifted a little, trying to keep the applesauce from slipping.
"Hmmm..." Kurt frowned for a moment but carefully made his expression neutral. _Last thing we need is to argue over her supposed weight issue. Besides, I can't convince her that I was serious about what I said if she dwells on her body image... _ "So I hear Scott is finding out about who is spreading those rumors..."
Kitty flushed darkly. "You heard?"
Kurt nodded, moving to sit by her side. Kitty gave up pretense and put the applesauce on the coffee table, leaning against Kurt's side as he laid his arm across her shoulders. The pion ion was so habitually normal for them that she did not even try to tell him it was against his Lenten promise she was enforcing or that they should not be doing it for one reason or another. "I wish you would have said something to me yourself. I would rather not have heard it from Logan and Todd."
"Todd knows? Eesh." Kitty let her head fall back against the back of the couch and shivered slightly as his fur tickled the back of her neck. "Your fur feels nice," she blurted suddenly.
Kurt chuckled. "Danke, Schatz. Haven't heard that in a while..." Kitty shrugged, at a loss for words, and Kurt decided to return to the original topic. "Ja, Todd knows. Everyone knows by now. At school yesterday, the rumors were pretty thick. You wouldn't believe what guys were saying to me in the locker room..."
"Ugh. I feel dirty already and not in a good way..." Kitty closed her eyes and slid further down the couch, wondering if the Professor would bve hve her if she said her cramps were too bad for her to go to class. "Please tell me it wasn't too bad..."
"Um, sure, Liebes. Not bad at all." He decided it was best not to tell her that he owed Todd and Lance a huge favor and seventeen dollars for tubes of Ben Gay and a bottle of itching powder that somehow found their way into the baseball teams' protective cups. "_Anyway _, I was thinking, in the spirit of my...reformed...Lenten vow, we go do something tomorrow night. A movie, maybe? The drive-in is showing a double feature of _Amazing Colossal Man _ and _Day of the Triffids.1" _
Kitty bit back a reply involving her particular point of view on movies made before special effects had evolved beyond a man in a rubber lizard suit being shot from far way to look like he was really huge compared to the set pieces. Instead, she said "Love to, but do you think that's a good idea? For us to be alone together, you mean..."
Kurt groaned. "Months ago, you would have made Logan dance for joy in the streets saying that...but yes, Kitty, I think, despite my deeply burning desire to see you naked and lick you all over until you scream my name in ecstasy, I can control myself through dinner and a movie."
Kitty stared, mouth slightly agape at the mental image Kurt conjured. _Evil, evil, evil boyfriend! Evil! _ "Well, I should hope so!" she finally sniffed. "That's not a nice thing to say so early in the morning, you know."
"Would you rather me say it later then?" he asked, scooting closer, closing the gap of mere inches and sliding his tail to rest along her lower back. Casually, he continued, "I could wait and whisper it during class when I'm sitting behind you, or at lunch when you have a mouthful of soda so you could yell at me about making you choke or worse, spraying it all over Jean or Scott. Or," he said, leaning close to her ear, delighting in the pink flush that crept up that high and the tiny goosebumps rising across her skin, "I could say it late at night, just before you doze off, pressed against your back so you can feel my..."
"Hey, look at the time! I've got to go get dressed!" Kitty was on her feet so fast Flash Gordon would have been left in her dust. "Love you bye!" she cried, phasing through the couch and practically running to the stairs.
"You're already dressed!" he called after her, damning himself for being too forward, too fast.
"Uh, forgot to shower." Kitty was already halfway up the stairs then and was gone before Kurt could call to her again.
Kurt groaned aloud and curled up on his side on the couch, staring at the mute talking heads chatting about a kitten in Whitehall that bore a disturbing resemblance to Elvis. "Problem, Elf?" Logan asked gruffly, suddenly, peering down at the teenager.
"Are you trying to give me a heart attack before I'm twenty or would that just be the icing on the cake?" Kurt said tiredly. He looked up at the man with one baleful, yellow eye.
Logan sneered slightly, amused but not willing to show it. "Actually, I'm pretty sure Kitty would have my hide if you dropped dead any time soon, so it would be damned inconvenient to give you a heart attack..." He shoved Kurt's legs aside and sat on the couch next to him, the younger man sitting up perforce. "I know I never say this, but I trust ya, Elf, which is why you're not going to school today."
"Sorry?" Kurt surreptitiously pinched himself to make sure he was not having one of his more bizarre dreams. _Ow. Okay, definitely awake. _
"Seems we've got a bit of a problem-about five foot four, blonde, foul mouthed and knocked up..."
"Tabby? Mein Gott im Himmel, what did she do now?" Kurt groaned, holding his head in his hands. "Who did she kill?"
"Actually," Logan said, clearing his throat a little, "seems her girlfriend's been shanghaied and..."
"Whoa. Girlfriend? You mean like Kitty and Jean are girlfriends, or like Julie Cypher and Melissa Etheridge were girlfriends?"
"Er...more the latter, I think...Um...yeah." Making a mental note to read a pop culture magazine once in a while, Logan continued, "She seems to be hellbent on thinking Wanda's back at the Brotherhood's place and since I'm too noticeable and you have that whole porting-Nightcrawler thing going on..."
"You want me to go recon?" Kurt surmised.
"Would you?" It was not so much a question as a thinly veiled order.
Kurt nodded. "But if I get deported, I'm letting Mama deal with you..."

Jamie snickered as Rahne's breath tickled his ear. "We're gonna get caught!" he whispered under the cover of her sheets, pulled up over both their heads, creating an almost cloying warmth.
"Not if you keep quiet!" she whispered, kissing her way down his chest and stomach. "It's not my fault you got wrapped up in playing video games last night and didn't get the chance to see me before bed." Whatever Jamie was going to say in reply was cut off in a hiss as she freed him from his pajama bottoms, running her fingers down his turgid length. "Now, just relax."
"If we're late, Scott's gonna come looking..."
"If we're late, it'll be worth it," she replied, darting her tongue out to lave the bead of moisture rising from the head of his arousal. Jamie groaned and fisted his hands against her already-tangled sheets, Rahth cth cth closing over the very end of his length as she slowly took him in. He tried to think about anything to make himself last longer but knew it was a lost cause. It had been so long since they had been together, even in a simple make-out session, that he was virtually halfway gone by the time he crawled into bed with her that morning. Rahne made a low murmuring noise as she licked the underside of his member, scraping her teeth barely along the sensitive skin, making a strong shudder run up his spine as he bit the corner of her pillow to keep quiet. She dug her nails into his hips as she increased the pressure and rhythm of her attentions, feeling Jamie's breath quicken and his pulse race against her lips. He arched up suddenly and groaned, somewhat embarrassed that it only took a few minutes but mostly too wrapped up in the feeling of her taking him deeply, kneading the flesh on his thighs and sides as if she could draw his release from him with her fingers. Which, he thought for a moment, she had a few months before. His climax was sudden and fast, filling Rahne's mouth unexpectedly as she continued to draw on him hungrily. Jamie cried out loudly, blushing because he knew there was no way he had gone unnoticed and Rahne squeezed his hand especially hard.
"You're right," he said, panting when she came up for air, "it would be worth it to be late...but what about you?"
"Let's just say you owe me one..." she giggled, rolling out of bed and gasping as the cold air hit her nude body. "Damn it! I wish Logan had left the heater on..."
Jamie yawned and slid out of bed at a slower pace, gathering his pajamas from where they had been flung. "Oh, I forgot to tell you...I borrowed the batteries out of your video game thingy."
Rahne paused mid-pants. "What video game thingy?"
'That silver one with the calculator looking pad on the bottom...there," he said, pointing the flat gray pad on the corner of Rahne's desk.
"Tell me you're lying," she groaned, hastily pulling her pants up and diving for the device.
"It's okay...I'll get you new ones!"
"No," she cried, 'This is the tracking dealy so we know where Pietro is! Jean gave it to me the other day. It was my turn to keep an eye on him! When did you take them?"
"Uh., Tuesday." Jamie felt sick.
"Shit!" She was pressing buttons, hoping against hope that Forge had made some sort of backup power device for the thing. "Shit!"
"My God, I'm so sorry..."
Rahne shook her head. "Don't tell me, tell Tabby..."


1 Okay, you got me. I love old scifi movies. The first movie is kind of...well, let's just say it was MST3K'd (with Joel, not Mike, if that makes a diff to those of you who know what I'm talking about). And the second is regarded as a classic British scifi film and was not all that bad on the cheese factor.