Carne Vale

CARNE VALE CHAPTER FORTY SIX (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, Joaquin is threatening to kick the box over, so beware of rampaging typos... InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink make me dance for joy in fields of sparkly flowers because they archive. :) Readers/Reviewers: The platypus is offended that I mentioned his poison legs. He wishes to issue a statement indicating that while, yes, he has poison glands, he has never used them and advocates more stringent poison gland control among oddly made mammals. Or whatever he is. This ends our public service announcement on behalf of the Society to Prevent Defamation of Platypi.

It was a bit uncomfortable, to say the least. Tabby was not quite sure how to react when Wanda stormed in ahead of Kurt and Kitty into the med lab. One part of her, the part that was slowly accepting the fact that she not only was attracted to women from time to time but this one in particular, wanted to grab her and kiss her, so happy was she that the dark-haired girl was okay. Another part of her, the unsure, tentative, honestly freaked out part, wanted to throw up. Though, she thought to herself, that might have been pregnancy hormones. _How fucked up is my Jerry Springer life? I'm interested in my baby's daddy's sister... _
"Tabby," Wanda said shortly, glaring first at Beast, who was checking Tabby's blood pressure, then at Kurt and Kitty. "We need to talk."
"Ah, Wanda...glad you're here," Beast said affably before seeing the stressed, pained looks on Kurt and Kitty's faces. "Shall I get the Professor then?"
Kurt nodded, already feeling the vines of mental intrusion butting against his shields. He waited until Beast had unfastened the blood pressure cuff and ambled from the room to let the Professor know, unnecessarily, of their arrival, before speaking. "Tabby, who lives at the Boardinghouse aside form Fred and Pietro now?"
"Fuck if I know," she snorted, falling back on the tried and true emotion of annoyed anger. "I haven't been there in months on purpose and I don't wanna know who old Blue has roped into helping her now..."
"Is Mystique back?" Kitty asked sharply, pushing past Kurt and bumping into Wandacoilcoiling slightly at the low, growled curse in Russian that was flung at her.
Tabby raised her eyebrows. "I know as much as you do...the last time I saw her was when she came to the old apartment with Pietro. Haven't seen hide or hair of her since."
Wanda rounded on Kitty and Kurt and said, in a surprisingly polite tone, "Could I talk to her for a minute? Alone?"
Kurt frowned. "I guess so..." He looked at Kitty and softened a bit. He knew that she would be the first one he wanted to talk to after going through something like what Wanda had been through. "I'll tell Beast you need your wrists bandaged."
"Tell him it's no rush," Wanda said as Kurt led Kitty from the room, opposite of the direction Beast had left in.
Tabby indicated that Wanda should remain silent for a moment, nodding after several long seconds when she was sure all ears were out of the vicinity. "Was it him?" she asked solemnly.
"Yeah," Wanda said, sounding more shaken that Tabby would have thought possible. "Pietro got me good, Tab. I feel so fucking stupid. All it took was a conk on the back of my head and down I went..."
"You're human."
"You sound like one of them," the emphasis on "them" indicating just which mutants she meant.
"Guess they're rubbing off on me or something. Maybe there's a vaccine."
Wanda smiled a little at that. "Hope so. I don't think I could stand you all goody two shoes and perky."
Tabby reached out and took one of Wanda's hands in hers, turning it to look at the seeping abrasion along her wrist. "What did he do to you?"
"Pietro tied me down. The fucked up part is...he just left me there. He didn't do anything to me, didn't threaten me much...not really. I fought the restraints a lot and ended up hurting myself. He came in and gave me a shot and I fell out...when I came do, I was in the wall."
"The _wall _?"
"I thought it was the closet at first, but _he _ told me where I was...he told me he told Pietro to do it. Tab, I think my brother is in some trouble."
"Do you care?" she asked disbelievingly.
"I don't want to, but I keep seeing him as a kid again, when we were about four or five. Playing on this swing set Magneto had put in the backyard."
"Magneto had a backyard?"
Wanda gave her a look that would have peeled paint from a battleship. "I feel like such a fucking tool for feeling sorry for him when he got his own ass in trouble in the first place."
"So you're saying you want to help him?"
"Not really."
"Just checking." Tabby slid from the table but did not let go of Wanda's hand, an action that did not go unnoticed by the other girl. Blushing just enough to be obvious, the blonde said, "I was really worried."
"Were you?" Wanda said almost eagerly. "I wondered..."
"Why wouldn't I be?" Tabby sounded insulted.
"Don't know," Wanda shrugged, extracting her hand from Tabby's. "You've been kinda...aloof...lately. Like you're afraid of me."
"I am, a little. Not because of what you can do or anything but because...damn it, this is weird."
Wanda raised one raven brow. "You can blow shit up just by wanting to and having a thing for a chick is weird?"
"Point." Tabby looked down at the floor for a long time before she said, "I'm pregnant with your brother's baby, I have some sort of a crush on you, _he _ is back, Pietro is cracking, I have to take my GED in two weeks, I have to find a job soon or Kitty's gonna make me start working at a daycare-all part of the Kitty Pryde Fund for Wayward Girls Plan-and...and I really want to kiss you right now. And I don't know what to stress out about first."
"Well," Wanda said, feelietteetter than she had in a long time, "I can help you out a little there..." She leaned forward a little and brushed Tabby's lips with her own. The blonde gasped slightly, the handful of times she had let Wanda kiss her always a startling experience, but one laden with the guilty enjoyment of actually wanting it, liking it, finding part of herself she did not know existed before Wanda introduced her to the idea. Tabby licked her lips and tilted her head just so, catching Wanda by surprise by returning the kiss, something she had never done, preferring to let the more experienced girl do it.
Wanda did not pull away as Tabby had done but rather pushed forward, her hands resting he phe pregnant girl's hips, her lips parting when Tabby's tongue darted out to taste her. Wanda felt an unknown elation at the kiss. She had never really considered Tabby before and honestly had wanted Rogue when she first came back to town, even to the point of being willing to put up with Todd just to get the Goth into bed, but Tabby was an unexpected albeit pleasant surprise. She could even deal with the pregnancy provided Tabby did not start getting sentimental about Pietro. Tabby's tongue grew more insistent and Wanda parted her lips, letting the other girl have her first real kiss with another woman, beyond the innocent, brief embraces that they had shared until now. She knew that, soon, they would have to deal with Pietro, the X Men, and the one who had returned, the one they did not even want to mention, but right now, all Wanda cared about was that Tabby was kissing her back.
Beast blinked in owlish surprise. He had been told that the girls shared a mutual interest but this was a bit of a shock. "I guess," he said, glancing down at the tray of gauze bandages and antiseptic ointment in his hands, "I'll come back later..." He was not even vaguely surprised that he went unnoticed.

Kurt followed Kitty into her room, feeling the day's wear deep in his bones. The Professor had grilled seven ways to Sunday about what happened at the Boardinghouse, unsatisfied with the gaps in information he was receiving. He was also, he told them, far from amused when he found out about the tracking device implanted in Pietro. Kurt had wondered briefly if Beast had been reamed out about it, since he was the one who had done the actual placing, but the Professor did not dwell on the topic any longer than to express his lack of happiness over the matter. Kitty had been near to tears by the time they were done, sure she had forgotten something or somehow missed an important detail. Nothing he nor the Professor could say would calm her down. What finally set her off was Logan announcing he was going to drive Wanda and Tabby back to the apartment and probably stay the night outside, just to make sure nothing happened. "Damn it! I can't even find her someplace to stay that Pietro can't get to!" she had wailed once inside her room.
"Liebes," Kurt soothed, fighting the urge to yawn, "Bayville is a small town. If Pietro wanted to find her, no matter how safe the apartment complex is supposed to be, he would have found her."
Kitty threw a pillow at him. "But I told her it was safe!"
"Kitty, listen to me. You're tired, you need rest and tomorrow is still a school day. Logan is going to be with Wanda and Tabby tonight so you know they're safe. Safe as houses, like Rahne would say." He sat next to her on the bed, replacing the thrown pillow against the headboard as he laid his arm across her shoulders. Now, he thought to himself, was not the time to make a move on her. _Control, Kurt. You can do it. _
"I never did get that one," Kitty sniffed, leaning against him. "Houses burn down, fall apart...they aren't safe really."
"You're taking a turn for the maudlin, Katzchen," Kurt teased in an effort to break her funk. When she stuck her tongue out at him, he knew she would come around. "Come on then, let's get some sleep..."
"Let's?"
"Well, I'm tired too...I'm going to bed!" he announced, standing and making a show of stretching. His hopes were fulfilled a moment later when Kitty spoke softly.
"Um, do you think you might be able to stay here at least until I fell asleep? I mean," she said, not meeting his eyes but rather looking at some point half way down his shirt, "since we can touch and all now, it would be okay, don't you think?"
"I think so, ja," he said without hesitation, only a concerted effort keeping him from pointing out that he had given up his Lenten promise days before and they could do much more than touch now. Last thing we need is to go round on that again... Kitty was talking, he realized. "Oh...ja...ja... sure."
She raised her eyebrows. "Really? You think Wanda and Tabby are cute together?"
Kurt winced inwardly. _Note to self...don't zone out on Kitty too often. She's catching on. _ "Um, well, for lesbians..."
"Tabby's bi, if she's anything," Kitty pointed out as she retrieved her pajamas from their pink-colored lump at the foot of the bed. "Wanda, though, somehow doesn't surprise me. She does seem a little...Sapphic."
"Was?"
"Elthe moi kai nun, chalepon de luson/ek merimnan, ossa de moi telessai/thumos imerrei, teleson, su d'auta/ summachos esso1," Kitty intoned as she pulled her shirt over her head with little regard to Kurt's pointed glance.
"Again...was?"
Kitty pulled her night shirt on and said, "It translates to 'Come to me now, the harsh worry/Let loose, what my heart wants to be/Done, do it!, and you yourself be/My battle-ally'."
"Okay..."
"Sappho was a female poet from the Isle of Lesbos-yes, Lesbos! And yes, that is where the word comes from. She was a revered poet from what they have found and it seems she was one of the most...erotic...writers of ancient Greece," Kitty said with the air of a teacher to a very dull student. "It loses something in the translation...it's pretty damn hot in Greek," she added, crawling under the covers.
Kurt nodded, not quite sure whether to take her comments as innuendo or merely Kitty being Kitty, expounding on topics she knew a lot about without regard to how it sounded to the listener. "So Sapphic means Sappho?"
"Pretty much...most of her writings were thought to be to a female lover, even though she was married. Greeks were kind of...well, not open but okay with being gay for a long time there." She patted the bed behind her and reached up to turn off her bee lae lamp as Kurt lay down on top of the sheets, automatically wrapping his arm around her and his leg over hers. Kitty stretches in his arms, making a murmuring noise as the tension seeped from her muscles. "I guess we can shower in the morning. It's too late and I'm too tired to worry about it now."
Kurt nodded in the dark, again not sure what to say. He had a mental image of Kitty, wet and lathered and absolutely wanton, in his head and he was afraid that if he said something, it would be the wrong thing and get her mad at him. Finally, he settled for the much safer topic of what had transpired at the Boardinghouse. "Who do you think that was?"
"Probably Mystique in disguise," Kitty yawned. "Cerebro would've picked up on another mutant in the area, ya know...The Professor runs checks at least once a day lately, since all those reports have started popping up on the conspiracy theory sites and the tabloids about fluke men2 and telepathy and all that..."
Kurt murmured agreement. "It would have to be Mystique, wouldn't it?"
"Mmmm...can we talk about this tomorrow? I'm all worn out on it since the Professor raked us over the coals earlier..." She snuggled against him, stopping mid-wiggle. "Why aren't you under the sheets with me?"
"Well, if I am only staying until you fall asleep, it's easier for me to leave without waking you this way..." he said, almost dreading what he knew was coming next.
Kitty shifted to look at him in the dark. She could barely see him but knew he could see her clearly. "Kurt, you know I sleep like the dead. No use you freezing when the a/c kicks on later...get in here!" She took the edge of the sheet and comforter that was laying under him and phased it through his body, an unpleasant but brief sensation for Kurt, then settled it atop him with a satisfied, "There. Isn't that better?"
"Mmmmhmmm," he murmured, biting his lip when she snuggled back against him, tucking her head under his chin and folding her fingers through his where they lay against her stomach. She pressed her back against his chest and made a happy noise when his tail wrapped around her leg, a position they both found comfortable to sleep in. Kitty's breathing slowly deepened, her tiny movements against him growing less and less frequent. Soon, she was completely out, her backside pushed against his nearly fully erect member as Kurt lay staring into the dark of her room. Kitty made a mewling noise in her sleep and he felt her tense, whatever she was dreaming about not something entirely pleasant, he was sure. "Shhh, Liebes," he murmured, not leaving as he had planned to when she dozed off. "It's just a dream."
"I know," she mumbled. "Dream's bad."
He was not entirely sure now if she was asleep or just deeply relaxed. "Katzchen?" he tried, softly.
"Mmm."
"You asleep?"
"Pineapple." She sounded very happy about it, pressing her bottom against his arousal with a wiggle of her as as a soft snore escaped her.
_That's a yes... _Kurt was tempted, to say the least. She was warm and moving against him just enough to keep him aroused, despite his tired state and the desperate urge to sleep, and, he noticed, she smelled so good, her skin and hair and everything mingling together with her own growing, somnolent arousal to make his mouth practically water with desire. _I'm not going to wake her up just to have her shoot me down...I'll do what I can... _ Kitty chose this moment to thrust against him particularly hard, making him groan softly as he rounded flesh worked against his hard length, causing a knowing ache to grow in his belly. "You aren't making this easy on me, Liebes," he whispered ruefully. Biting his lip to keep silent, Kurt returned the gesture, pressing against her as she had against him. Kitty made a tiny moaning noise in her sleep and tightened her fingers where they were laced with his. Kurt, breathing through his mouth in an effort to keep quiet, ground against her again, not enough to wake her but enough to feel the delightful slide of her flesh against his need, the cotton of her night clothes a negligible barrier to her warmth. She snuggled against him again, thrusting once more albeit not as strongly and certainly not as she would have while awake, and Kurt responded. Trailing his tail up and down her calf, he sighed as she murmured his name. _At least it's me and not sne ene else she's dreaming of...unless it's Kurt Russell, or Kurt Jameson, that weird guy in shop class that always smells like wet dog...Ick. Okay. Bad Kurt. Back to the situation at hand _... And at hand it did seem to be, for he was working othe the zipper on his jeans, loathe to break contact with Kitty's body but having to in order to manipulate his clothing. He found quickly that he had a logistics problem...his arm around Kitty's waist would prevent him from relieving his situation unless he moved it, probably waking her in the process. _Great...either lay here hard as a rock all night and be in pain in the morning or wake Kitty up to have her see me hanging out of my pants and groping her in her sleep. _ He toyed with the idea of porting from the room but knew she would awaken for sure then and come to ask questions. _For someone who sleeps like a corpse, she sure gets twitchy about teleporting in bed. _ Kurt sighed and resigned himself to a cold shower in the morning when Kitty shifted suddenly, turning in his arms and brushing against his obvious erection. _Fuck. _
"Nice," she murmured in her sleep, oblivious to all that she was doing to him just by being there.
"If you say, he muttered, trying to readjust his clothing with little success. She had his arm pinned beneath her and he could not reach his zipper without moving her. Kitty compounded his problem but reaching for him in her sleep, her soft fingers closing around his length and stroking him idly for a few seconds before settling into a loose grip, just holding him as she slept. "Oh, God," Kurt groaned. "You really want me to die, don't you?"

1 Greek written phonetically. It's from Sappho's one intact poem. Even the partial ones...*whoa * Need a cold show after a fragment.
2 X Files ep, one of the early ones, where this liver fluke looking guy lived in the sewers and...oh, sorry. Didn't know you were eating. Well, you can look it up later if you're interested. ;)