The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea
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X-Men - Animated Series (all) › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
63
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5,667
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9
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13
The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea Chapter thirteen (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeathereen een of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch. Uberbeta and EMPRESS OF MULTITASKING… I won’t send you after snipe, I promise, lol. InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink and Dracena are extra loverly for archiving/hosting! ProPhile is a wonderful smut muse who will get to do his job for the next chapter and Morgan is Pasha of Pennsylvania! Readers/Reviewers: *blush * THANKS!!!!
Kitty stared at the contents of her closet for a long time, not really seeing anything. She was not sure how to feel much less if she should even allow herself to feel anything. He’s your father, half of your DNA, she reasoned with herself. But remember what he did to you, what he had a hand in doing to Ruth… You cut all ties with them and now you’re packing to go to Chicago to sit at his sickbed? She snorted in self disgust, whether it was at her thoughts or the idea behind them, she hardly knew. Forcing herself into motion, she grabbed several blouses and skirts from the closet and turned to head over to her open suitcase on the bed. The sheets were still rumpled from earlier lovemaking, the scent of them in the air of the room and her body still felt languid and silken; thinking of the sheets still warm from the two of them being there, she dropped her clothes distractedly into the open case and climbed into the center of the bed, stretching out to lay on her stomach, face down in the sheets. She would have to change them before she slept here again, she knew, but for the moment, it was not strange to her to lay there, inhaling slowly of their mingled bodies, the soft scent of her perfume and the harder musk of his skin, the smell of the fabric softener Storm had used on the bedding and the faint, very faint, tinge of incense l cll clinging to the fabric from when she burned sandalwood earlier in the week. Kitty felt a pang of loneliness and could not quite put her finger on why until it occurred to her, the days for this were numbered, at least temporarily. Soon, she would be going to college and spending most of her days in the dorm and on campus. Soon, Kurt would be going back to Germany for a few months to visit his family and decide what he wanted to do next, go to college himself or maybe travel with the circus again. Soon, she sighed inwardly, rolling onto her back, everything would change. Her father might die, her mother might want to reconcile, and she might let it happen. Kitty thought of Logan and wondered how he would feel if she, by some miracle, made peace with her family. “He would be happy,” she whispered to herself. “ He would like that…”
Kitty finished packing within the hour but there was still no sign of Kurt. With an air of bored resignation, she sat down next to her suitcase in the front hall andted,ted, folding her hands over her knees and staring abstractly into space. She would have to leave a message for Rahne, Theresa and Paige that she would not be able to take that weekend trip to Niagara with them and Storm and Emma, she thought ruefully. And she would have to ask Jubilee if she could help take care of the greenhouse and when she came back, she would promise to do some of her friend’s chores to make up for it. She had almost settled into a listmaking mindset when one of the subjects stormed through the front door, letting it slam so hard in her wake that the sidelights shivered in their frame, threatening to break on principle. “Geez, Rahne, what’s with you?”
“I hate men!” she snapped. “All of the lot! A bunch of lying, no good, wankers!”
Kitty raised a brow. “I’m not going to argue with the wanking part but… what did Jamie do?” She rose slowly to her feet, glad of the distraction. “Did he forget an anniversary or something?”
“Why must it always be boyfriends with you people?” Rahne raked shaking fingers through her curly hair and nearly sobbed. “I heard from me family today. Got a nice long letter. Good, I thought. I figured we were going to be on the road to makin’ up an’ all… Thinkin’ that mebbe they got it into their heads I’m not some punishment from God an’ all…” She sighed and sniffed hard, blinking back tears. “Kitty…” She shook her head suddenly, waving her friend off. “Never mind, never mind!”
Kitty stepped forward, holding out a comforting hand. “Come on, Rahne. Tell me… maybe it’ll help to get it off your chest.”
“You have a strong faith, yeah?” Rahne asked suddenly. “So does Kurt… I do most of the time. I go to church, Ie the the Sacrament, I don’t break most of the rules…” She closed her eyes and shivered. “It’s part of me life, yeah? Part of who I am… It’s how I believe. It’s not some ill fitting sweater I can toss aside when it doesn’t fit anymore…”
“Rahne, what on earth are you talking about?” She touched her arm, surprised to find the Scottish girl so tense she felt as if she were made of wood. “Are you… never mind. Stupid question…”
“My prat of a parish priest back home had me… had me…” She sobbed then, a jagged and terrible sound. She covered her face in her hands and dropped to a crouch, shaking with emotion. “Oh, Kitty, it’s awful!”
“What did he do?” Kitty demanded, her mind already throwing forth the worst, courtesy of recent scandals. “Rahne, you can tell me… I won’t blab and I’ll try to help…”
Rahne shook her head again, harder, sending her curls into wild disarray. “You canna help me, Kit,” she said through broken sobs. “The good Father has gone against me. He forgives me, he blesses me, then he breaks the seal of confession and tells the Archbishop!” She looked up at Kitty and sniffed, attempting to reign in her tears. “He’s filed to have me excommunicated.”1
1 http://www.newadvent.org/cathen/05678a.htm
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A/N Goddess Foxfeathereen een of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch. Uberbeta and EMPRESS OF MULTITASKING… I won’t send you after snipe, I promise, lol. InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink and Dracena are extra loverly for archiving/hosting! ProPhile is a wonderful smut muse who will get to do his job for the next chapter and Morgan is Pasha of Pennsylvania! Readers/Reviewers: *blush * THANKS!!!!
Kitty stared at the contents of her closet for a long time, not really seeing anything. She was not sure how to feel much less if she should even allow herself to feel anything. He’s your father, half of your DNA, she reasoned with herself. But remember what he did to you, what he had a hand in doing to Ruth… You cut all ties with them and now you’re packing to go to Chicago to sit at his sickbed? She snorted in self disgust, whether it was at her thoughts or the idea behind them, she hardly knew. Forcing herself into motion, she grabbed several blouses and skirts from the closet and turned to head over to her open suitcase on the bed. The sheets were still rumpled from earlier lovemaking, the scent of them in the air of the room and her body still felt languid and silken; thinking of the sheets still warm from the two of them being there, she dropped her clothes distractedly into the open case and climbed into the center of the bed, stretching out to lay on her stomach, face down in the sheets. She would have to change them before she slept here again, she knew, but for the moment, it was not strange to her to lay there, inhaling slowly of their mingled bodies, the soft scent of her perfume and the harder musk of his skin, the smell of the fabric softener Storm had used on the bedding and the faint, very faint, tinge of incense l cll clinging to the fabric from when she burned sandalwood earlier in the week. Kitty felt a pang of loneliness and could not quite put her finger on why until it occurred to her, the days for this were numbered, at least temporarily. Soon, she would be going to college and spending most of her days in the dorm and on campus. Soon, Kurt would be going back to Germany for a few months to visit his family and decide what he wanted to do next, go to college himself or maybe travel with the circus again. Soon, she sighed inwardly, rolling onto her back, everything would change. Her father might die, her mother might want to reconcile, and she might let it happen. Kitty thought of Logan and wondered how he would feel if she, by some miracle, made peace with her family. “He would be happy,” she whispered to herself. “ He would like that…”
Kitty finished packing within the hour but there was still no sign of Kurt. With an air of bored resignation, she sat down next to her suitcase in the front hall andted,ted, folding her hands over her knees and staring abstractly into space. She would have to leave a message for Rahne, Theresa and Paige that she would not be able to take that weekend trip to Niagara with them and Storm and Emma, she thought ruefully. And she would have to ask Jubilee if she could help take care of the greenhouse and when she came back, she would promise to do some of her friend’s chores to make up for it. She had almost settled into a listmaking mindset when one of the subjects stormed through the front door, letting it slam so hard in her wake that the sidelights shivered in their frame, threatening to break on principle. “Geez, Rahne, what’s with you?”
“I hate men!” she snapped. “All of the lot! A bunch of lying, no good, wankers!”
Kitty raised a brow. “I’m not going to argue with the wanking part but… what did Jamie do?” She rose slowly to her feet, glad of the distraction. “Did he forget an anniversary or something?”
“Why must it always be boyfriends with you people?” Rahne raked shaking fingers through her curly hair and nearly sobbed. “I heard from me family today. Got a nice long letter. Good, I thought. I figured we were going to be on the road to makin’ up an’ all… Thinkin’ that mebbe they got it into their heads I’m not some punishment from God an’ all…” She sighed and sniffed hard, blinking back tears. “Kitty…” She shook her head suddenly, waving her friend off. “Never mind, never mind!”
Kitty stepped forward, holding out a comforting hand. “Come on, Rahne. Tell me… maybe it’ll help to get it off your chest.”
“You have a strong faith, yeah?” Rahne asked suddenly. “So does Kurt… I do most of the time. I go to church, Ie the the Sacrament, I don’t break most of the rules…” She closed her eyes and shivered. “It’s part of me life, yeah? Part of who I am… It’s how I believe. It’s not some ill fitting sweater I can toss aside when it doesn’t fit anymore…”
“Rahne, what on earth are you talking about?” She touched her arm, surprised to find the Scottish girl so tense she felt as if she were made of wood. “Are you… never mind. Stupid question…”
“My prat of a parish priest back home had me… had me…” She sobbed then, a jagged and terrible sound. She covered her face in her hands and dropped to a crouch, shaking with emotion. “Oh, Kitty, it’s awful!”
“What did he do?” Kitty demanded, her mind already throwing forth the worst, courtesy of recent scandals. “Rahne, you can tell me… I won’t blab and I’ll try to help…”
Rahne shook her head again, harder, sending her curls into wild disarray. “You canna help me, Kit,” she said through broken sobs. “The good Father has gone against me. He forgives me, he blesses me, then he breaks the seal of confession and tells the Archbishop!” She looked up at Kitty and sniffed, attempting to reign in her tears. “He’s filed to have me excommunicated.”1
1 http://www.newadvent.org/cathen/05678a.htm