Carne Vale

CARNE VALE CHAPTER FIFTY FOUR
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, a big, huge Gaia "HOWDY!!!!" from everyone. :) InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink make me giddy as a schoolgirl because they are kind enough to archive. :) Readers/Reviewers: The sunburn is fading! The Killer Kitties (tm) and their Killer Minions (tm) aren't snickering over the peace sign and hearts anymore! Neener neener neener! But the ducks are. Ducks can be right bastards sometimes.

"Very...pink."
"Yeah."
"Pink."
"Yeah..."
"Cherie, why _pink _?" Remy hat mot moved from his doorway since Jubilee knocked at half past six in the morning. It was now going on a quarter to seven and he was still mildly shocked.
"Because yellow would've been overkill with my wardrobe." She finally pushed her way past him and flounced down on his bed, grinning. "Amara helped me do it last night...we bought the dye a week ago but hadn't had the chance to use it yet! Ain't it cool?"
"C'est rose!" Remy shut the door and turned to stare ar. r. "Rose!"
"Actually," she said matter-of-factly, "it's called 'bubble gum' and it's not as pink as I'd hoped...oh, well. Only so much you can do with bleach and Manic Panic."1 She laid back estiestively and batted her eyelashes. "So...I've half an hour before I've got to be ready to go to school....wink wink nudge nudge."2
Remy was frowning slightly. "I liked it all black."
"It's just these two pieces in t! t! It's not like I dyed all my hair!" She sighed and fell back entirely. "Remy, you're getting old...It's just hair. It'll grow out or I'll cut it off sooner or r. r. Stop being so...weird...about it."
"I ain't weird!" he said defensively, coming to sit beside her. "I jus'...startled."
She giggled and poked him in the side from where she lay. "I just startled Remy LeBeau, unflappable world-class thief, the man who is scared of nothing!"
"That ain't true!" he stated primly, reaching to capture her hand and keep her from poking him again as he leaned down to touch his nose to hers. "I scared o' lot's a stuff..."
"Like what?" she asked, interested. She turned her head just enough to kiss him and was very happy when he kissed her back, giving her lower lip a tiny lick before he pulled away to lay beside her.
"Well," he said, looking up at the ceiling, "I afraid o'spiders..."
"Bullshit!" Jubilee snickered. "You killed that one in my room for me just the other day!"
"But I were 'fraiit..it...All dem legs...it jus' ain't right."
"Remy LeBeau is afraid of spiders. Check." She turned on her side and leaned close to blow in his ear. "So...not afraid of naked women are you?"
He snorted. "No more 'n you fraid o'naked men..."
"Didn't think so. So...speaking of naked..." she sat up and her shirt flew across the room to land on Remy's computer, living up to its duty as a dust collector. "Would ya lookee there? No bra," she giggled, crawling on top of him to kiss his neck.
Remy growled slightly, gripping her waist as she nibbled his jaw. "Chere, we ain't got time..."
"Remy," she sighed, exasperated, "you are such an old man sometimes!"
"Dat ain' funny," he said, hating to be reminded of their age difference. "Wouldn' you like ta wait till we got all sorts o' time so we can be together unfettered?" He sighed though as he felt her warm skin under his hands, her wiggling to move out of his grasp only making it more difficult for him to let go. "Where you goin'?"
"Since you seem intent on talking, I'm going to let you. But I ain't leavin' here until one of us has an orgasm, damn it!" Jubilee stuck her tongue out at him and managed to move down, letting Remy's hands trail up her bare back as she worked the strings on his sweatpants loose.
"Chere, when you intent on somethin'..." he sighed, resigned but pleasantly so to what was happening. It was not that he did not want to do what she had suggested, but he was very aware of the time and very aware of a certain mutant he wanted to get to before he got away, before he missed his chance. He was so distracted with thoughts of Incubus, he jumped when Jubilee's hand closed around his length, only semi-erect, and began stroking him.
"Sorry...did I scare you?" she teased. She could tell that he was distracted because he did not touch her as he usually did. His hands were folded on his chest, his breathing steady even as she worked him to greater arousal. "Remy, you okay?"
"Yeah, chere, I fine..." he said, smiling at her with an expression that did not reach his eyes.
"Tell you what," she suggested, darting her tongue out to capture the drop of moisture seeping from the very tip of his arousal, "you tell me what's bothering you and I'll consider dying my hair back to black."
"De pink ain't so bad."
"Don't distract me," she said, rubbing her thumb where she had licked, mg hig him sigh louder than he had intended. "I know when something's bothering you, Remy. You know you can tell me things that you can't tell anyone else...please?"
Remy relented, nodding slightly. Jubilee nodded in return before dipping her head to run her tongue down the length of his member. He closed his eyes and enjoyed thelingling of her mouth on him for a moment before he began speaking. "It dis Incubus dat I worried 'bout. He went 'way fo' a while an' now he back...dawhatwhat worries me." He paused, taking a shuddering breath. Jubilee had taken the head of his shaft into her mouth and was sucking on him with increasing pressure, darting her tongue out to lick him every few seconds. She paused when he did, as if telling him to continue. He sighed again and said, "He ain't de type to jus' show up outta de goodness o'his heart an' help anyone, even Pietro. Magneto send him, I'm sure o'it...Oh, cherie..." he reached down and rubbed the back of her neck as she took him further into her mouth, murmuring around him as she did so. Remy was finding it more and more difficult to concentrate on his words as she became more enthusiastic about her attentions. "Incubus...he ain't someone to fuck wid, ya know? He...dangerous, cherie. Very dangerous." Jubilee's fingers were trailing after her lips and tongue, rubbing his length where it was wet with her kiss, making him arch towards her slightly. "I...I been tinkin' on it an' I know I gotta go play nice wid dis Incubus an' get him to tell me somethin'..." Jubilee made as if to pull away but Remy gently pushed her back down. She made a snorting noise at his actions but did not truly protest. "I gotta get him ta tell me what he doin' here...I mebbe gotta act like I on his side..." He could tell that she was not happy with that because she nipped him a little, glaring up at him from where she lay between his legs. "I ain't gonna stay wid him, p'tite. I jus' work on him a bit."
She drew away then, but only to ask, "I thought he was some bad ass...the boogey man's boogey man. Why should he tell you anything?" She returned her attentions to the seeping member in her hands and began laving him in long, slow licks up his length until she reached the most sensitive part, capturing him between her lips and drawing on him long and hard.
"Mon Dieu! Oh, don't stop..." he groaned, forgetting his tale for the moment as Jubilee licked and sucked and squeezed him closer to his completion. She scraped her nails lightly down his abdomen as she drew on him, making him shudder and grab her fingers in an effort to retain control. "He...oh, oui, mon amour... He don' know I wit y'all now. No one but Pietro do now...de res' o'de Brotherhood be here wit me, eh?" She nodded agreement, never stopping what she was doing. Remy felt the growing pressure, the desperate need for release becoming almost unbearable as she took him in as deeply as she could, and he knew he was as good as gone. "An'...Pietro ain't ever been de mos' trustworthy..." he gasped for breath, unable to keep up the one-sided conversation any longer. He thrust against her drawing mouth and stifled a groan as he felt her swallowing his release, hot spurts of release making his skin burn with the sensations she was sending through his body. He bit his lip to keep from crying out her name as she cleaned him with her tongue, kissing her way back up his stomach to lay her head against his chest.
"Remy, I don't like you doing this."
"Well, chere, who else gonna? Pietro is one ting, mais dis one...de one benefit I got is dat we used ta both be Magneto's...er..."
"Henchmen? Enforcers? Stop me any time now..."
"Les' jus' say if he needed somethin' done, we done it..." He sighed. "Seven ten, chere."
"Damn. Gotta go get beautiful."
"Too late," he said as she rolled off the bed and to her feet. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Cajun..."
"Don' I know it," he called as she gained the door. "I owe ya one tonight, eh?"
"Two...I had to get up early for this!"
Remy smiled at her as she left, but felt his own trepidation overtake him. Getting to his feet, he headed to the trunk at the foot of his bed and dug out the ultra-thin body armor he had all but abandoned since coming to the Institute. "Be prepared," he muttered to himself. _Sometimes, I hate dis job... _

Kitty usually hated waking up early, her yoga session notwithstanding. Often, she had considered doing her yoga at night, modifying it to relax rather than wake her. But this morning, she thought to herself, she rather liked being up early, even if it meant missing one of the few things she enjoyed waking before dawn for. "Katzchen," Kurt whispered in her ear, "you really need to wake up...it's six forty five."
"I don't care," she murmured, reaching behind her to pull him down on the bed. He lay down willingly enough, but when she turned to face him, her eyes barely open a crack, he did not let her embrace him. "What's wrong?"
"If you start hugging me, I'm going to kiss your neck. If I kiss your neck, you're going to make that funny squeaking noise. If you do that, I'm going to have to bite your ear, which will make you sigh, which means that I'll have to start kissing your throat, and before you know it...sex."
Kitty took his mournful tone for guilt, for the pressure of the last handful of days in the Lenten season weighing on his conscience. No matter what he had told her, she had a nagging feeling that he really was not ready to sleep with her yet. Which created a cycle of guilt that would have made her mother proud, she thought to herself. Finally, when she realized that she had been quiet too long, she said, "I do not squeak."
"Oh, but you do," he said, grinning slyly. "See?" In a sudden movement, he pushed her onto her back and dove for her neck.
Kitty was only partially chagrined to hear that yes, indeed, she did squeak when he licked a particular spot on her neck, sending tiny frissons of feeling through her skin, centering in her stomach where a flock of butterflies seemed to suddenly take flight. "Kurt!" she cried as he licked the spot again, this time lingering to nuzzle against her sleep-warm skin.
"Well, I told you to wake up," he murmured, nuzzling her again and nibbling on her ear. "Now you're at my mercy..."
"Um..." she said, stalling for time. "You know it's Tuesday, right?"
"I had a fairly good idea when I flipped the page on my calendar this morning," he said, sighing against her. It seemed, he realized, that she was going to hold fast to the Lenten rule no matter what he said or what she honestly felt. _I must send her mother a thank-you note for Kitty's overdeveloped guilt complex. _ "And you know what that means? Tuesdays are Kiss-an-Elf days here at the Xavier Institute," he said, turning her by the chin to kiss her full on the lips, an innocent gesture that turned into something deeper in a matter of seconds. Kitty parted her lips beneath his and Kurt took the chance to sample the inside of her lower lip with his tongue. Kitty sighed against his kiss and Kurt found him tra tracing slow circles over her hardening nipple with his thumb. Kitty broke the kiss gently and tilted her head back, exposing her throat to his seeking mouth. He kissed the smooth skin there, nipping her just hard enough to send spikes of sharp sensation through her body, but never leaving a lingering mark or drawing blood. Kitty sighed and murmured as he kissed her, hind and at her breast creating a heat in her stomach that she wanted to deny but knew it would be no use to do so.
Kurt was a little surprised to feel her hand between them, phased through his shirt and stroking the fur on his stomach and chest. She was running her nails across his chest and accidentally brushed against his nipple, making him gasp. This seemed to give her an impetus she lacked before. As he paused in his travels down her throat to more voluptuous areas of her body, she worked her hand lower, seeking the waistband of his pants. Kurt damned the fact he had gotten dressed before going to see wake her, but quickly realized that while he was fully clothed, all that lay between him and Kitty's naked body was a sheet and one of his old shirts that she had "liberated" from his closet and started wearing as a nightshirt even before they had begun their relationship in its current incarnation.
Kitty was embarrassed to hear herself squeak again when she felt Kurt's fingers brushing against her heated center, rubbing her dampening folds as he resumed his attentions to her neck. "Kurt," she whispered, "it's only Tuesday..."
"And I don't care," he murmured back. "Kitty, I will not drop dead if we make love. I will not be excommunicated, I will not go to Hell and I will not blame you if something bad happens to me. I promise."
"You promised about Lent..."
"Understand that I love you when I say this...Klappe!" He found entry to her core and as he spoke, entered her with his finger in one slow thrust. Kitty closed her eyes and pushed against him almost involuntarily. "Katzchen, you need to understand," he said patiently, though his growing need for her was almost irritating as he spoke, "I know what I'm saying when I tell you that I want to renege on my Lent-promise. It was inconsiderate of me on many levels..." With the ease of growing familiarity with Kitty's body, he began to move inside her, rubbing against her in ways he knew that she liked but would never ask him to do. As many times as they had been together, she was still quite shy about asking him to do things in bed. She was biting her lip, trying not to make any noise as he rubbed the moisture pooling between her legs on the tiny bundle of nerves there, making it slick under his thumb as he pressed and rubbed even as he moved within her. "Katzchen, you need to let it go..."
"Kurt," she gasped, "I'm just trying to do what's right."
"So am I!" he said, mildly exasperated. She gasped again, this time biting down hard enough on her lip to leave teeth marks. Kurt felt her contract around his finger as she rose against him, the cries strangling in her throat testament to the climax she was having. He did not stop his ministrations until she pushed him away only to turn to him again, pressing against him in an embrace as she took the corner of her nightshirt and dried his fingers. "I love you," he said finally.
"Me, too...Look, this week is gonna be really busy with your Holy Week and I have Passover...do you want to go to the boathouse tonight so we can talk? I have cheerleading practice until six, but I'll be home before seven..."
Kurt nodded. "Okay...I'll be here..."
Kitty smiled and struggled from his embrace and bed. "Now, you'd better leave so I can get dressed. It's ten past and I don't think either one of us wants to explain to Logan why we need a note for class..."
1 A brand of hair dye with quite a few odd colors. I used to have a streak of "Fire Box" and later "Peacock Green."
2 Random Monty Python reference.