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Bits and Pieces	By : Nemain Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 6442 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Bits and Pieces Chapter Thirteen
Disclaimers Apply

A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
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Amara did
not even bother knocking on Lance�s door, pushing it open and standing in the
doorway with the air of someone entitled.
�Where have you been?�
Lance�s
brows shot up. �I�ve been here. I�m not gonna piss off Logan
and Storm and them now!� He shook his
head in denial, looking harried. �I�m
barely allowed to stay here as it is after last time� I�m toeing the line like
no one�s business.�
The Nova
Roman nodded. �Good.� She entered fully then, trailing her finger
along the edge of Todd�s desk and making a face at the spilled soda stickiness
coating the surface. �Where is he?�
�Downstairs,�
Lance shrugged. �Kinda
freaking out, I think�� He coughed,
trying to keep the sound subtle and failing.
He smiled sheepishly at Amara and gestured to the open window. �Self medicating� keeping
me from flippin� too.�
�You know
how I feel about that,� she said after a moment, her voice modulated and
soft. �Yet you do it anyway�� She sat down on the edge of the empty twin
bed and crossed her legs at the ankles, her hands resting on her bare
knees. It was the first warm day of the
year and most of the girls were taking advantage of it, wearing skirts or
shorts of some form, despite the fact it was not really *that* warm and they
spent a great deal of the time seeking warm rooms and blankets to throw over
their legs while sitting and talking.
�I think
this is excruciating circumstances,� Lance replied, his scowl apparent in his
voice. He wished he had not finished the
joint so soon�he had the feeling he was going to want it again before
long.
�That is
not the correct word,� she said after the briefest pause. �You mean �extenuating�,� she corrected,
tossing her hair over her shoulder as if to punctuate her words.
Lance
shrugged. �Either way.� He stretched his legs out in front of him and
leaned back on his elbows on the bed, eyeing her warily. �Princess, I don�t deal with this sort of
thing well. We don�t know if Jean�s
alive or dead or even what�s wrong with her to make her sick� It kinda makes me
nervous, ya know? I mean, what if it�s
contagious? And what if she *is*
dead? I don�t know any dead people�� The fear was obvious in his voice. It was not so much a fear for Jean but a fear
of Death, the specter of his childhood that stalked his mother and seemed to
cling to his father. The same dark
shadow had taken the baby brother he had never known and led him to the
Brotherhood when he was barely old enough to realize not everyone was like his
parents.
�I know
many dead people,� she responded matter of factly. �I myself am dead, at least to my family and
homeland.� She stood smoothly, clasping
her hands before her in what seemed to be a mockery of an innocent
posture. Lance supposed that, for all
her darker leanings and anger and lusts, Amara really was more innocent than
most people. She had no concept that the
world would not always turn her way in the end, nor did she seem to care. It was not arrogance, he thought, watching
her move closer to him, her hips swaying unintentionally as she walked. Amara was oblivious that Nova Roma ended at it�s shores and the world she belonged to now was not and
would never be hers, not in the way Nova Roma had been. �Take off your shirt,� she said quietly, her
voice no less commanding for it�s lack of volume.
Lance sat
up and did as he was told, dropping the garment on the bed beside him. He shivered slightly, the bite of early
springtime air making his skin rise with gooseflesh. Amara reached out and trailed her fingers
down his bare chest then back up, sliding down his arm to his elbow before
retracing the path with her nails, not hard enough to scratch but enough to
send frissons of pleasure through his body.
She reached his chest again and her nails pressed harder then, leaving
red marks as she moved down his stomach, dropping to her knees. She scratched harder, drawing a well of blood
and a hiss from Lance, making him arch his back as she leaned forward to lave
the scratches delicately with the tip of her tongue. He shivered, keeping silent as possible as
she licked the marks almost tenderly, her lips and tongue fluttering softly
over her handiwork. �What�s this for?�
Lance gasped as she reached his nipple, her tongue tracing a lazy figure eight
around it, flicking over the sensitive flesh, intentionally teasing him.
�To remind
you,� she said, standing and abandoning her task, her
face revealing nothing about what she might be thinking. She pointed, the marks a cherry red on his
skin. �You�re mine.�
He frowned
slightly, touching the mark then the lock around his neck that he always
wore. �You didn�t need to do that.�
Amara
nodded, her lips pressed together in a thin line. �Yes, I did.
It�s more for me than for you.�
�I�m not
going anywhere,� he replied, half laughing, standing. �I know I�m yours.� He reached for her only to have her step
back. �Amara?�
�Sometimes
things fall apart, Lance,� she said quietly.
�They�re falling apart all around us and no one seems to notice until
someone gets hurt. Not all death is of
the body.� She shook her head and smiled
slightly. �I�m going to go finish
cleaning up the dining room before Storm comes to find me.�
Lance
opened and closed his mouth in a fishlike motion, confused. �Princess, wait,�
he called as she turned to leave him in his room. �You�re fucking with my head here��
�You�ll see
soon, Lance,� she sighed. �Things are
going to bits all around us.�
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