Carne Vale

CARNE VALE CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, Kristen and Lucas are suspiciously quiet...I think they're plotting! InterNutter (who was wonderful enough to let me use her springboard which begat this entire series, waaaaaaaaaay back at FOREVER), TC and Maxwell Pink make me giddy because they archive. :) Readers/Reviewers: xxxoooxxxooo (that's for reading and reviewing). Don't worry-you can't get Nemain-cooties from the computer.... The Killer Kitties (tm) and their Killer Minions(tm), however, are making disgusted noises at me kissing the screen. ;)


The first movie was just starting and already Kitty had a crick in her neck from staring up at the screen during previews. She and Kurt had ended up on the roof of the Jeep, she after a good boost (_practically a toss, _ she thought to herself) from Scott, while Scott and Jean had gone down front to sit on the narrow swath of grass usually used by those who rode their bikes or walked to the drive in. "Katzchen," Kurt said suddenly, "why did you ask them to come?"
Kitty looked at him, a bit startled and guilty at once. Kurt was not looking at her but rather at the screen where the opening scenes of _Amazing Colossal Man _ were playing out. "I just sort of figured that maybe it'd be nice to have them along..."
"Try another one, Liebes."
"What do you mean?"
"I thought that tonight was just _us _, not a group date..."
"It wouldn't have been so big of a group if you hadn't asked Remy and Jubes to come," she said accusingly.
As if on cue, Jubilee stuck her head out of the window beneath them. "Keep it down up there! We're trying to watch the movie! Remy! That tickles!" She spit her gum out into the grass and giggled, disappearing back into the Jeep.
Kurt sighed loudly. "Sorry. I guess that was the pot calling the kettle black, wasn't it?"
"It's okay...I think I understand why you asked them." Kitty had a niggling suspicion that it was the same reason she had asked Jean along, but she did not know that she was quite wrong on that count.
Kurt shook his head faintly. "I doubt it," he muttered. He fell silent and scooted closer to Kitty on the cold metal roof of the Jeep. She made a tiny sighing noise and leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder as she let the movie with its bad acting distract her from the thumps and noises beneath them. Kurt, however, was not so easily diverted. He was growing more embarrassed with each muffled squeak and rock of the vehicle. He let it go one for about ten minutes before sliding away from Kitty with a growl. "Damn it, Remy," he said a little too loudly, earning many shushing noises from the cars around them.
Remy's face appeared in the fogged window, glaring. A muttered curse and the window came down, letting out the steamy air of the Jeep and Jubilee's barely stifled heavy breathing as she tried to pretend she had been watching the movie, her shirt on inside out and backwards. "What?" the Cajun snapped.
In a tight, low voice, Kurt whispered, "I didn't ask you to come to do whatever it is you two are doing...I needed you here to help me with Kitty!" At Remy's raised eyebrow, he rolled his eyes. "Not a time to be perverted, Remy!"
Remy sighed. "Pardon-moi, cherie, mais Kurt needs my help carrying drinks back...would you like something?"
"Water...cold...lots..." she said, ignoring Kurt in the hopes he would not know what they had been doing if she did not look him in the eye.
Remy nodded, his slow smile making Kurt uncomfortable. He knew that his friends were sexually active, but he did not like _knowing _what they were doing when they were doing it. "Katzchen," he asked quietly so as not to draw the attention of the other car-goers in the back row, "soda?"
"Cherry please!" she said, giving him a smile. She had just seen Scott heading towards the refreshment stand and knew that Jean was on her way for some girl talk, mentally if not in person.

"You're making it hard!" Kurt said as they waited in line.1 "You and Jubilee down there...you know..."
"You want I should not make de car rock?" Remy asked with a smile. "We can trade places..."
"You'd get arrested and I don't have bail money," Kurt said, refusing to be drawn in. He stepped up to the counter and said "One cherry coke, one fruit punch, two waters, and," he paused, seeing Scott approach, "two Dr Peppers. And one box of popcorn, three Jujubes, one caramel apple, and a bag of M&Ms." Innocently, he asked Remy, "Did you guys want anything?"
"Funny, homme..." He handed Kurt some bills from his wallet, waving away Scott's offer of a five. "We got it, mon ami."
Scott sighed. "Jean is twitchy tonight. I can tell she's going all scan-around on me."
"Wonder why?" Remy asked. "Mebbe she bored wit de film and seekin' entertainment elsewhere?"
Kurt groaned. "I know why...damn it, Kitty..."
"What did she do?" Scott asked, his brows creeping above his red lenses.
"Never mind...do you think you can keep Jean distracted enough that she won't want to scan?"
Over Remy's chuckle, Scott said, "No problem..." His grin said that he had just the thing in mind. "For how long?"
"Does it matter?" Kurt asked wryly, taking the cardboard tray from the teenager behind the counter.
Scott snorted. "Guess not..." He took the Dr Peppers and popcorn at Kurt's offering and nodded an ersatz salute to his friends. "See you on the other side!"
Remy took the water and Jujubes from Kurt. "I try my best to keep it down, so ta speak...Don' try an' keep up wid us, eh?"
Kurt rolled his eyes and let Remy go ahead of him, arriving back at the Jeep almost a full minute after the Cajun. "Here, Katzchen," he said, startling her into jumping slightly as he handed up the drinks and caramel apple.
"Fall treat in the spring time...how like you," she teased.
"What can I say? Autumn has better candy." He pulled himself easily onto the roof of the Jeep. True to Remy's word, the car was basically still as Kurt settled back on his elbows to watch the remainder of the first movie. Kitty eased back next to him but instead of watching the film, she stared up at the sky. "Something wrong?"
Kitty smiled. "Not a thing..." _Jubilee had a point...Kurt wanted a romantic evening and it really isn't very nice of me to deprive him...but what would be romantic and what would be just plain sex? _ As she scooted closer, careful not to be obvious about it, Kitty thought about what Jean had said. Feeling guilty, the older girl pointed out, would only make her resent Kurt as much as she feared he would resent her for making him break the promise. If he wanted to forgo his Lenten vow, then let him. _Odd how it makes sense coming from someone else...Kurt's his own person and I shouldn't decide what he can and can't do and what promises he needs to keep. Well, unless they're promises to me...in that case, I sure as Hell have a say over it! _
Kurt felt a nice, warm fluttery feeling start in his stomach when Kitty moved closer. He both blessed and cursed his heightened senses, which enabled him to smell her skin beneath the scent she wore, feel the texture of her body where it brushed against his fur, even hear the slight hitch in her breathing when the tip of his tail worked out from under his holo and poked her in the side. "Tickles?" he asked innocently, never taking his eyes off the movie.
"Little bit..." she breathed. _Just a little touching, maybe some kissing...we're in public after all... _ A loud thump sounded beneath them and the Jeep lurched briefly. "Sounds like that's going to leave a bruise."
Kurt took a crunchy bite out of the caramel apple before offering it to Kitty. "Probably somewhere very sensitive, too."
"Kurt!" she said, mock-horrified as she waved off the apple. "Be nice!"
"But I am, geliebt. There's all manner of naughty words or sexual innuendo I could have said..."
Kitty pinched the tip of his tail lightly, making his eyes widen in surprise. It did not hurt but it certainly sent some strong messages to his central nervous system. She half-sat up and took a long draught for her cherry soda. "It's not like you ever say...naughty...things, is it?" she asked, stirring the ice in her drink. Jubilee's voice was just loud enough to be heard though the words were not discernable. _Not that they need to be, _ Kitty thought to herself. It was blatantly obvious to anyone who could hear her just what was going on. Jean had not popped into her head since the guys had returned from the snack counter but Kitty had a feeling what was going on down front. Every single couple on the grass swath was just this side of public indecency2.
Kurt heard something in Kitty's tone that he had missed for nearly a month. She sounded suggestive and, dare he hope, wanting?, as she teased him about what he could have said. He finally tore his eyes away from the movie and looked at her, again thankful and disdaining of his senses, how he loved that they let him experience almost every nuance of her while causing him tremendous frustration at the same time. "Katzchen," he said slowly, weighing his words, "I think that you could see better if we moved..." _Please don't let her slap me...don't let her have developed a cruel streak and only be teasing me... _
"Oh?" she asked, finishing her soda and placing the ice-filled paper cup behind her on the roof. The movie was reaching it's climax but she had a strong feeling that no one in the general vicinity knew or cared.
"Mmmhmm...." He sat up and scooted to the front of the roof so that his legs rested against the windshield. He was quite certain that Remy and Jubilee would not mind the obstructed view. "Come sit over here."
Kitty edged forward, careful of her skirt and wishing she had changed clothes after temple, until she sat next to Kurt, her feet hanging much high than his, the flats she was wearing knocking against the window glass as she tapped her heels almost nervously. "Much better," she said after a minute, excruciatingly aware of his gaze on her neck. Just do it...
He was all but transfixed by the faint blue line in her neck, the pulsing vein beneath her nearly translucent skin. The black and white movie on the screen cast a silver sheen over everything in sight, bleaching the world to black and white and shades of gray. He could see her pulse jump as he leaned closer, her tongue darting out to lick her lower lip as his breath tickled her neck. She opened her mouth to say something but it turned into a high-pitched gasp as his lips touched the spot where her lifeblood throbbed visibly. Kurt felt like every fiber of his being was shining brightly as he tasted Kitty's skin on his tongue, scraping his fangs just enough to be felt against the sensitive spot on her neck. She took a shuddering breath, one of her hands moving to the small of his back and pressing the slight indentation at the base of his tail in a way that made his eyes roll back in his head. "Katzchen," he said thickly, lips moving against her neck. She shivered at the sensation but said nothing. He captured her earlobe between his teeth and drew on it gently, her tiny mewl of pleasure driving him to be more bold. Taking her in his arms, he trailed a line of tiny, sharp bites down her jaw line to her chin, nibbling her lower lip for the brief moment before she darted her tongue out to encourage his kiss.
Kitty felt like hundreds of tiny trills of light were spiraling through her entire body. She had always loved kissing Kurt and had alwayen aen amazed at how alive it made her feel, how just the simple pressure of his lips against hers, even in the most innocent of embraces, could make her weak in the knees. She hungrily returned his kiss, her fervor surprising him-she could tell from the brief, tense pause before he began almost playfully fighting her for dominance of the kiss. Kitty wanted to be as close as possible right then and there, so she half-turned, laying her legs across his lap as she pressed her breasts against his chest, her fingers clutching at the back of his neck as his hands stole up her sides. She was not quite sitting in his lap but she was close, his arousal pressing against the back of her thigh as she wiggled even closer. Kurt's soft groan against her mouth made her painfully aware of the heat pooling between her legs and her increasingly desperate need to have it slaked. Almost without thinking consciously, she took one of Kurt's hands in hers and moved it to her knee, pressing it against the joint for emphasis. He pulled away slightly to look her in the eye and she felt like they were alone in the world. "Yes, I'm sure," she whispered, answering his unasked question.
Kurt was faintly aware of the sounds Jubilee was making in the Jeep beneath them and Remy's murmured responses, barely audible even to his sensitive hearing. He knew that Scott was most certainly distracting Jean and aside from that, they were the last car in the last row, most likely to go unnoticed. He was only a little surprised that his logic functions were still working as he slid his hand up the smooth, soft expanse of skin along the inside of Kitty's thigh, thanking God and whatever other celestial bodies were listening that she could never stay on a diet long enough to loose her curves. Kitty became nearly boneless in his arms as she melted against him, her legs opening just enough for him to find the wet desire she harbored there. He rubbed against the fabric of her panties, the satiny cloth nearly soaking with arousal, the scent of her almost overwhelming. He wondered dimly if he was some sort of pervert for liking how she smelled so much but that thought was quickly shoved aside when she began massaging the base of his tail again, quite possibly the most wonderful feeling aside from actually being inside her that he could think of.
Kitty did not make a sound as he pushed the material of her underclothes aside and stroked her tender flesh with one finger, slowly and almost teasingly entering her as she kissed and nipped at his ear, trying not to squirm for fear of falling. She could feel his rapid pulse against her chest as she increased her attention to his second-most sensitive erogenous zone, pressing first hard, then so softly he could barely feel it before raking her nails through his fur. He groaned against her shoulder and began moving his hand against her faster, making her clutch at his back and abandon all other activity that did not involve ensuring her own balance as she felt the first waves of climax start low in her abdomen, spreadinght ght heat through her legs and up to her arms. She felt like she was falling as the tiny stars dancing along her nerve endings caught fire, making her feel a delicious lassitude as she sagged against him, his fingers still teasing her folds.
"Schatz," he said softly in her ear, his breath making her shiver anew as it teased sensitive nerves, "do you want to go home now?"
"We can't," she managed after a moment, "Jean, Scott, Remy, Jubilee..."
"Fuck."
"Kurt," she said, laughing a little at his plain consternation. "We have plenty of time..."
"I know, Liebes..." he sighed, removing his hand from beneath her skirt, surreptitiously divesting himself of the residual moisture by rubbing his fingers on his jeans. He smoothed her skirt and, holding her against him, lay back on the roof of the Jeep so that she was curled against his chest, her legs still across his pelvis and his arousal obvious. "It's just...hard...to wait sometimes..."
Kitty only sighed as she settled against him, not quite sure how to respond. They drifted in a hazy, warm cloud of need and pure ure for the rest of the double feature, very nearly unaware of anything else around them.

"Get it?" Duncan asked his female companion.
"Dude, do you, like carry this camera everywhere?" she asked, tossing the digital device onto his lap as she let herself back in the car.
"Lately," he allowed, handing her the soda he had been holding. "Get it?" he repeated.
"Yeah, three of 'em. His hand up her skirt in all of 'em..."
"Good," he grinned. _Monday's gonna be fun... _

A/N More on the random guy at the Boardinghouse in the next few chapters, I promise...

1 Before I forget...this scene is a sidefling from an episode of That Seventies Show where a couple go to the drive in and the guy is trying to get to second base with his girlfriend. They take along a couple who is vastly more sexual and the second couple spends the entire time having sex in the back seat. The whole thing is damned funny, but that's the gist of it.
2 For those who may not have heard, drive-ins are notorious as make out spots. Pretty much an excuse for outdoor groping, they are.