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epilogue
CARNE VALE EPILOGUE (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, tell Tim to keep the kilt... I'll get Billy a new one. ;) InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink are heir to my collection of chocolate bunny ears for archiving. :) Readers/Reviewers: Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou... You get the idea. ;)
Professor Xavier did not like being confounded. From all that he could determine, Duncan, while exhibiting mutant traits, was not an actual mutant. He did not know how it happened, just that it did. "Cerebro," he told Logan and Beast, "does not and cannot lie...there are no new mutants in Bayville. The only readings I have are for the known ones," he made a gesture encompassing not only the Institute but the Boardinghouse as well.
"That can't be right," Logan said. "Even Wanda said he was Incubus and she wouldn't lie, either. Not about that, anyway."
Beast made a sound of dismissal. "Whatever he is, he isn't your average human. Could it be possible that Cerebro can't read him for some reason?"
The Professor tilted his head to one side, considering. "It's possible, but highly unlikely..."
"Could it be possible..." Beast said slowly, not quite willing to propose an unscientific theory, "that Duncan, while not a mutant himself, was being controlled by one?"
Logan snorted. "A mutant who could control him entirely? Manifest powers through him? You know how strong that mutant would have to be?"
Professor Xavier seemed unfazed save for the slight widening of his eyes. "Yes...yes, I do."
Beast let out a long breath of frustration. "Whatever he is, he's not down for the count. He'll be back as soon as his shoulder heals and you know the kids are going to have Hell at school for this."
Logan nodded. "Somehow, he always brings it back to them."
The Professor nodded. "I know. However, it's almost summer break and if all goes as planned, we won't have to deal with Duncan and his ilk come next fall..."
"What do you mean, Charles?" Beast asked, pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose.
Professor Xavier reached into a desk drawer and pulled out an impossibly thick folder, handing it to Logan before producing another folder, equally thick, to hand to Beast, then a manila envelope, which he placed on the desk before them. "I've put in an application with the necessary state and federal authorities to begin a school here at the Institute...It won't be a full time day program at first, just half a day, probably the afternoons, so the students can continue attending Bayville during the morning hours and not lose any valuable socialization skills. I would truly hate for them to become so insulated against non-mutants that they forget that they will not always be accepted."
Beast glanced at his own blue fur and thought of Kurt. "I don't think they will be a widespread problem..."
"What about Mystique?" Logan demanded, thumbing through the thick sheaf of papers without understanding the legalese spidering across the pages.
"For now, I do not consider her a viable threat. I'm more concerned with this..." The Professor shook out the envelope's contents. Several clippings from New York City papers proclaiming Edward Kelly a shoe-in for city state legislature.
Logan actually growled. "That supremacist?"
Beast took the topmost clipping and scanned it quickly. "Seems that he's coasting in on the pro-family platform..."
"Form there, I'm afraid it's one short step to the anti-mutant one," the Professor said sadly.
"How do you figure?" Logan looked up from the picture he held gingerly between two fingers, Edward Kelly shaking hands with the governor.
"Protect our children from...well, not mutants, not until we're...well, outted, but from...certain influences. Students such as ours, former troublemakers, those that are different."
"People are too smart to vote for that crap!" Logan spat.
Beast shook his head. "A person is smart..._people _ are stupid..."1
"Henry, did you ever discover the contents of that white powder?" the Professor asked by way of segue.
"Cecilia," he said, blushing under his fur, "examined the contents of the package we removed from Pietro's person and found it to be completely benign. We even checked to see if it was plaster, but it's nothing that is recognizable. Just...harmless."2
"Nothing concerning the Brotherhood is harmless, bub."
Jean found that she quite enjoyed Scott waking her up early. She sighed, smiling as he kissed the back of her neck, pulling her closer against him. "What time is it?" she murmured.
"Does it matter?"
"Not really," she sighed, tilting her head so he could kiss her properly on the lips. He traced her lower lip with his tongue, drawing another sigh from her as she parted for him, turning beneath him and pulling him inexorably towards her. She broke for breath and asked, "What time are we supposed to meet Kurt and Kitty?"
Scott glanced at the bedside clock and cursed their lack of time under his breath. "In an hour and a half..."
"Plenty of time," she grinned. "They're going to be driving in from Bayville, so count on them being at least twenty minutes late...Kitty's got to stop at every rest stop between here and there..."
Scott laughed. "Well, then, let's make use of the time, shall we?"
Jean smiled and, her sleepiness quickly fading, she pulled him down for another kiss, this one deeper than the first. She was naked under the sheets, as was he, neither bothering to get dressed after finishing the night before. They had both arranged, somewhat guiltily because they had no intention of attending the school, to visit a college in nearby Connecticut for the weekend and, as far as the mentors at the Institute were concerned, they were staying in dorms at the university, going through the paces of Visitor Weekend. With a quick thought, Jean sent the entangling sheet and blanket to the floor as Scott's hand found her sex, already wet and open for him. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as he kissed her neck, trailing short licks and bites downward until he reached the reddening peak of her nipple. His fingers were drawing cries from her throat as he stroked her damp curls, her hips arching in time with his fingers. Jean was intensifying everything they were both feeling without even trying, her psychic energies magnifying each sensation tenfold.
Scott shivered as he felt her nails scrape lightly down his bare back as she gasped under him. Not for the first time, he hated the fact he had to see her through ruby quartz; he wanted to see how her skin flushed as she moved closer to release, how her eyes darkened when she looked at him like that... "I love you, Jean."
"I want you to know," she gasped, hooking one long leg around his waist, encouraging him further, "that I've never been more sure about anything in my life as I am about marrying you."
Scott closed his eyes as he entered her, the heat and wetness and skin and everything about the moment almost overwhelming on top of Jean's words. Her drawn-out moan as he filled her was almost too much to bear but he resisted the urge to take her hard and fast, instead lingering as he was, kissing her throat and face and mouth, murmuring wordless entreaties and vows as she made small, high sounds of need and pleasure. When he finally began to move within her, Jean was the one who insisted through her movements on a fast pace, undulating beneath him as she clutched at his shoulders, her eyes tightly closed. He hissed a sharp breath when she inadvertently drew blood with her nails, but matched her thrust for thrust.
Jean was feeling a whirl of emotions and sensations. She could not tell which were truly hers and which were Scott's, and, she found, she did not care in the least. She did not know if it was the fact they had somewhere to be soon or because of the excitement of the day itself, but she felt the end before she was quite ready to. As if against her will, Jean keened his name, moving almost frenetically against Scott, begging him to go faster, to make her come even as she did. Jean felt Scott climax even as she did, the hot rush of sticky fluid between her legs making her acutely aware of their joining.
Scott's own cries were muffled against her shoulder and pillow, their heaving breath the only sound in the room for quite a while. Eventually, she said, "I need to shower."
"Do I need to be offended?" he said, smiling against her arm.
"I'd ask you to join me," she said, pinching him as a response, "but I don'ink ink we'd get there in time..."
"Tease!" he called as she dragged the sheet from the floor and wrapped it around her, padding into the hotel room's bathroom.
"Just for that," she called over the sound of the shower, "no oral sex for you!"
"I take it back! I take it back!"
"I told you they'd be late!" Kitty said, elbowing Kurt in the ribs.
"Okay, you win. One kiss for you," he said, kissing her innocently as possible on the lips. An old lady sitting on the bench next to them cleared her throat disapprovingly and glared. "I'm sorry," he said kindly, "I'm afraid I only brought enough for her."
Kitty giggled. "You're, like, incorrigible!"3
"Ja, and you love it."
"Shhhh!" Kitty giggled again and stood, pulling Kurt to his feet. They met Jean and Scott halfway across the marble gallery, the wooden benches lining the walls recalling the Puritan and Quaker founders of New England in their starkness. "So..." Kitty began before trailing off.
"Have your paperwork ready?" Kurt asked.
Scott nodded. "That part was easy...she's emancipated and I'm an orphan."
"And eighteen," Jean added. "How late are we?"
"Only a few minutes...you haven't missed the appointment." Kitty nodded in the direction of a stern-looking clerk sitting at the far end of the hall. "Ready?"
"Ready as we'll ever be," Jean said, a little breathlessly.
The clerk looked like she was possibly having the worst day of her year. Or, Kurt realized, maybe it was the best day and she was just unfortunate looking. He leaned to whisper that to Kitty, but she shook her head, her lips a thin line to indicate silence. He was uncomfortable in his second-best suit (his first-best was back home in Germany. This one was too itchy, he thought, and the shoes were pure evil), but he consoled himself by looking at Kitty in her sun dress, the traces of henna on her hands faded to a red outline but still able to evoke the memory of Easter, a few weeks before. _Stop it, Kurt...you're in public. I don't think being visibly aroused in a state building is a good idea... _
The clerk looked at the four teenagers and sighed. "Which one is it?"
"Us," Scott said, shoving the sheaf of papers at the woman. She sighed again and rifled through them, looking from Scott to the papers and back again several times.
"Okay. Sign here," she said, shoving a clipboard at them both, "and here and here...and initial here."
"That's it?" Jean asked, startled that it was not a more drawn out process.
"Yeah...what, you wanted a band and flowers or something?"
Scott rolled his eyes. "Can't you say something official?"
"Fine...by the powers vested in me by the state of Connecticut, you're married."
Jean nodded. "Okay then."
Kitty sighed. "Well, aren't you going to kiss her?"
"If you insist," Kurt said, reaching for Jean with a grin.
"Hands off my wife, Elf," Scott mock-growled and kissed Jean himself.
The clerk made some disapproving noises, driving the four teenagers away. Kitty waited until they emerged into the spring sunshine to ask, "So are you sure you did the right thing?"
Jean nodded, squinting at the sky. "When you're sure about something, why wait?"
Kurt nudged Kitty. "Hey, Katzchen...I can get Mama to sign for me if you want to..."
"No!" she cried. "I love you but I'm not ready!"
Scott and Jean were too busy giggling and kissing to pay them much mind as Kurt pulled kitty aside. "I was just teasing you, Liebes," he murmured as he kissed her. "We've got all of forever together...what's a few more years before it's official?" 4
1 Stolen from Men in Black Liked the line. So ner.
2 Oh, that's what they think. I'm going to be evil and carry that plotline over to the next story! Hootie hoo!
3 I just realized something...in The Sound of Music, one of the kids says "I'm Kurt, I'm fourteen and I'm incorrigible!" It's funny in my head...
4 OOOOH!!! I left a cliffhangery thingy didn't I? Bad authoress... Trust me, I'll deal w/it in the next story...*g * Most states have a marry-without-parental-consent age of 18, unless you are an emancipated minor (considered a legal adult despite being under 18), or you're in Mississippi, where the legal age is 15 for girls (really) and 16 for guys. Alabama used to have an across-the-board age of 14...*shudder * I remember being 14...marriage at that age is NEVER a good idea...
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, tell Tim to keep the kilt... I'll get Billy a new one. ;) InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink are heir to my collection of chocolate bunny ears for archiving. :) Readers/Reviewers: Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou... You get the idea. ;)
Professor Xavier did not like being confounded. From all that he could determine, Duncan, while exhibiting mutant traits, was not an actual mutant. He did not know how it happened, just that it did. "Cerebro," he told Logan and Beast, "does not and cannot lie...there are no new mutants in Bayville. The only readings I have are for the known ones," he made a gesture encompassing not only the Institute but the Boardinghouse as well.
"That can't be right," Logan said. "Even Wanda said he was Incubus and she wouldn't lie, either. Not about that, anyway."
Beast made a sound of dismissal. "Whatever he is, he isn't your average human. Could it be possible that Cerebro can't read him for some reason?"
The Professor tilted his head to one side, considering. "It's possible, but highly unlikely..."
"Could it be possible..." Beast said slowly, not quite willing to propose an unscientific theory, "that Duncan, while not a mutant himself, was being controlled by one?"
Logan snorted. "A mutant who could control him entirely? Manifest powers through him? You know how strong that mutant would have to be?"
Professor Xavier seemed unfazed save for the slight widening of his eyes. "Yes...yes, I do."
Beast let out a long breath of frustration. "Whatever he is, he's not down for the count. He'll be back as soon as his shoulder heals and you know the kids are going to have Hell at school for this."
Logan nodded. "Somehow, he always brings it back to them."
The Professor nodded. "I know. However, it's almost summer break and if all goes as planned, we won't have to deal with Duncan and his ilk come next fall..."
"What do you mean, Charles?" Beast asked, pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose.
Professor Xavier reached into a desk drawer and pulled out an impossibly thick folder, handing it to Logan before producing another folder, equally thick, to hand to Beast, then a manila envelope, which he placed on the desk before them. "I've put in an application with the necessary state and federal authorities to begin a school here at the Institute...It won't be a full time day program at first, just half a day, probably the afternoons, so the students can continue attending Bayville during the morning hours and not lose any valuable socialization skills. I would truly hate for them to become so insulated against non-mutants that they forget that they will not always be accepted."
Beast glanced at his own blue fur and thought of Kurt. "I don't think they will be a widespread problem..."
"What about Mystique?" Logan demanded, thumbing through the thick sheaf of papers without understanding the legalese spidering across the pages.
"For now, I do not consider her a viable threat. I'm more concerned with this..." The Professor shook out the envelope's contents. Several clippings from New York City papers proclaiming Edward Kelly a shoe-in for city state legislature.
Logan actually growled. "That supremacist?"
Beast took the topmost clipping and scanned it quickly. "Seems that he's coasting in on the pro-family platform..."
"Form there, I'm afraid it's one short step to the anti-mutant one," the Professor said sadly.
"How do you figure?" Logan looked up from the picture he held gingerly between two fingers, Edward Kelly shaking hands with the governor.
"Protect our children from...well, not mutants, not until we're...well, outted, but from...certain influences. Students such as ours, former troublemakers, those that are different."
"People are too smart to vote for that crap!" Logan spat.
Beast shook his head. "A person is smart..._people _ are stupid..."1
"Henry, did you ever discover the contents of that white powder?" the Professor asked by way of segue.
"Cecilia," he said, blushing under his fur, "examined the contents of the package we removed from Pietro's person and found it to be completely benign. We even checked to see if it was plaster, but it's nothing that is recognizable. Just...harmless."2
"Nothing concerning the Brotherhood is harmless, bub."
Jean found that she quite enjoyed Scott waking her up early. She sighed, smiling as he kissed the back of her neck, pulling her closer against him. "What time is it?" she murmured.
"Does it matter?"
"Not really," she sighed, tilting her head so he could kiss her properly on the lips. He traced her lower lip with his tongue, drawing another sigh from her as she parted for him, turning beneath him and pulling him inexorably towards her. She broke for breath and asked, "What time are we supposed to meet Kurt and Kitty?"
Scott glanced at the bedside clock and cursed their lack of time under his breath. "In an hour and a half..."
"Plenty of time," she grinned. "They're going to be driving in from Bayville, so count on them being at least twenty minutes late...Kitty's got to stop at every rest stop between here and there..."
Scott laughed. "Well, then, let's make use of the time, shall we?"
Jean smiled and, her sleepiness quickly fading, she pulled him down for another kiss, this one deeper than the first. She was naked under the sheets, as was he, neither bothering to get dressed after finishing the night before. They had both arranged, somewhat guiltily because they had no intention of attending the school, to visit a college in nearby Connecticut for the weekend and, as far as the mentors at the Institute were concerned, they were staying in dorms at the university, going through the paces of Visitor Weekend. With a quick thought, Jean sent the entangling sheet and blanket to the floor as Scott's hand found her sex, already wet and open for him. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as he kissed her neck, trailing short licks and bites downward until he reached the reddening peak of her nipple. His fingers were drawing cries from her throat as he stroked her damp curls, her hips arching in time with his fingers. Jean was intensifying everything they were both feeling without even trying, her psychic energies magnifying each sensation tenfold.
Scott shivered as he felt her nails scrape lightly down his bare back as she gasped under him. Not for the first time, he hated the fact he had to see her through ruby quartz; he wanted to see how her skin flushed as she moved closer to release, how her eyes darkened when she looked at him like that... "I love you, Jean."
"I want you to know," she gasped, hooking one long leg around his waist, encouraging him further, "that I've never been more sure about anything in my life as I am about marrying you."
Scott closed his eyes as he entered her, the heat and wetness and skin and everything about the moment almost overwhelming on top of Jean's words. Her drawn-out moan as he filled her was almost too much to bear but he resisted the urge to take her hard and fast, instead lingering as he was, kissing her throat and face and mouth, murmuring wordless entreaties and vows as she made small, high sounds of need and pleasure. When he finally began to move within her, Jean was the one who insisted through her movements on a fast pace, undulating beneath him as she clutched at his shoulders, her eyes tightly closed. He hissed a sharp breath when she inadvertently drew blood with her nails, but matched her thrust for thrust.
Jean was feeling a whirl of emotions and sensations. She could not tell which were truly hers and which were Scott's, and, she found, she did not care in the least. She did not know if it was the fact they had somewhere to be soon or because of the excitement of the day itself, but she felt the end before she was quite ready to. As if against her will, Jean keened his name, moving almost frenetically against Scott, begging him to go faster, to make her come even as she did. Jean felt Scott climax even as she did, the hot rush of sticky fluid between her legs making her acutely aware of their joining.
Scott's own cries were muffled against her shoulder and pillow, their heaving breath the only sound in the room for quite a while. Eventually, she said, "I need to shower."
"Do I need to be offended?" he said, smiling against her arm.
"I'd ask you to join me," she said, pinching him as a response, "but I don'ink ink we'd get there in time..."
"Tease!" he called as she dragged the sheet from the floor and wrapped it around her, padding into the hotel room's bathroom.
"Just for that," she called over the sound of the shower, "no oral sex for you!"
"I take it back! I take it back!"
"I told you they'd be late!" Kitty said, elbowing Kurt in the ribs.
"Okay, you win. One kiss for you," he said, kissing her innocently as possible on the lips. An old lady sitting on the bench next to them cleared her throat disapprovingly and glared. "I'm sorry," he said kindly, "I'm afraid I only brought enough for her."
Kitty giggled. "You're, like, incorrigible!"3
"Ja, and you love it."
"Shhhh!" Kitty giggled again and stood, pulling Kurt to his feet. They met Jean and Scott halfway across the marble gallery, the wooden benches lining the walls recalling the Puritan and Quaker founders of New England in their starkness. "So..." Kitty began before trailing off.
"Have your paperwork ready?" Kurt asked.
Scott nodded. "That part was easy...she's emancipated and I'm an orphan."
"And eighteen," Jean added. "How late are we?"
"Only a few minutes...you haven't missed the appointment." Kitty nodded in the direction of a stern-looking clerk sitting at the far end of the hall. "Ready?"
"Ready as we'll ever be," Jean said, a little breathlessly.
The clerk looked like she was possibly having the worst day of her year. Or, Kurt realized, maybe it was the best day and she was just unfortunate looking. He leaned to whisper that to Kitty, but she shook her head, her lips a thin line to indicate silence. He was uncomfortable in his second-best suit (his first-best was back home in Germany. This one was too itchy, he thought, and the shoes were pure evil), but he consoled himself by looking at Kitty in her sun dress, the traces of henna on her hands faded to a red outline but still able to evoke the memory of Easter, a few weeks before. _Stop it, Kurt...you're in public. I don't think being visibly aroused in a state building is a good idea... _
The clerk looked at the four teenagers and sighed. "Which one is it?"
"Us," Scott said, shoving the sheaf of papers at the woman. She sighed again and rifled through them, looking from Scott to the papers and back again several times.
"Okay. Sign here," she said, shoving a clipboard at them both, "and here and here...and initial here."
"That's it?" Jean asked, startled that it was not a more drawn out process.
"Yeah...what, you wanted a band and flowers or something?"
Scott rolled his eyes. "Can't you say something official?"
"Fine...by the powers vested in me by the state of Connecticut, you're married."
Jean nodded. "Okay then."
Kitty sighed. "Well, aren't you going to kiss her?"
"If you insist," Kurt said, reaching for Jean with a grin.
"Hands off my wife, Elf," Scott mock-growled and kissed Jean himself.
The clerk made some disapproving noises, driving the four teenagers away. Kitty waited until they emerged into the spring sunshine to ask, "So are you sure you did the right thing?"
Jean nodded, squinting at the sky. "When you're sure about something, why wait?"
Kurt nudged Kitty. "Hey, Katzchen...I can get Mama to sign for me if you want to..."
"No!" she cried. "I love you but I'm not ready!"
Scott and Jean were too busy giggling and kissing to pay them much mind as Kurt pulled kitty aside. "I was just teasing you, Liebes," he murmured as he kissed her. "We've got all of forever together...what's a few more years before it's official?" 4
1 Stolen from Men in Black Liked the line. So ner.
2 Oh, that's what they think. I'm going to be evil and carry that plotline over to the next story! Hootie hoo!
3 I just realized something...in The Sound of Music, one of the kids says "I'm Kurt, I'm fourteen and I'm incorrigible!" It's funny in my head...
4 OOOOH!!! I left a cliffhangery thingy didn't I? Bad authoress... Trust me, I'll deal w/it in the next story...*g * Most states have a marry-without-parental-consent age of 18, unless you are an emancipated minor (considered a legal adult despite being under 18), or you're in Mississippi, where the legal age is 15 for girls (really) and 16 for guys. Alabama used to have an across-the-board age of 14...*shudder * I remember being 14...marriage at that age is NEVER a good idea...