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Family Ties Chapter Eighteen (NC-17)
Family Ties Chapter Eighteen (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply
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WOMAN ALIVE ™ and Prophetic Muse, I WILL get that weave down, damn it!
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“What time
is it?” Rogue muttered thickly.
“About nine
thirty. Ish,” Todd amended. “How the hell do we get dressed in here?”
“I slept in
my clothes, don’t ask me,” Lance said around a yawn. “What happened to the other tent anyway?”
“Princess
Amara,” Rogue sighed, coming more awake.
“She claimed it in the name of Nova Roma.”
“Really?”
Warren asked from just outside the tent flaps, his wings making odd shadows in
the weak light of the cloudy morning.
“I thought she just said ‘Fuck off, I’m not going to sleep with you
lot.’ Or something similar.”
“Something
similar,” Todd said, slithering with some difficulty inis jis jeans. “Aren’t you hot?” he asked Rogue.
“So I’ve
been told,” she responded in light humor.
“You get used to it, though…this mesh isn’t so bad as thermal underwear
or something.” She rose to her knees in
the tent, holding out her arms to show the thin black covering, including
gloves, that shrouded her from neck to toes under her nightshirt. She had slept on the farthest side of the
tent, her face turned carefully away from Todd to avoid any errant touches
during the night. “I’m gonna go get
dressed in the bathroom.”
“There’s a
bathroom?” Warren asked with great interest.
“I’ve been holding it for hours!”
“Dude,”
Lance said, sounding tired, “you’re a guy…just go behind some bushes and pee.”
“That’s
rude,” Warren said, though a ghost of a grin flitted across his face. “Besides, there’s no bushes to be seen for
miles. This place is a mud pit.”
“Just
because it rained last night,” Rogue said in defense of her home state. “It’s a field! In the spring it’s covered in
wildflowers and…” she ran down, blushing.
“Not that I notice things like wildflowers.”
“Sure you
don’t babe,” Todd said, sniffing a sock in a test of it’s virtue. “You’re big mean evil Goth girl. Goth girls hate any flower that’s not black
and dead.”
“Have I
pinched you lately?” she asked, crawling out of the tent and giving both males
inside a very good view of her rear.
“Is that an
offer?” Todd asked hopefully. “You can
kiss it and make it better later!” he called after her.
“I think
she just shot you the bird,” Lance said, stretching and popping his joints in
one long movement.
“The double
eagle, actually. She loves me,” he
added dopily.
“You always
flip off the one you love,” Lance intoned in a narrator’s cadence. “I gotta pee too. I’m goin’ with Warren.”
“Bonding
moment I ain’t gonna be a part of,” Todd muttered, finding his other shoe in
the mess of the tent. “I’ll catch up
with you at breakfast.”
“Breakfast?”
“Yeah, they
have a food tent set up near the piercing tent off the small stage. I want to get some doughnuts before the
stoners wake up at two…”
Lance
snorted. “See ya there.”
Todd
smirked to himself, wondering just how to gefew few hours alone time with Rogue
in the tent later, as he wriggled free of the tent to put on his boots. “Damn freakish feet,” he groused to himself
a moment later. “Had to have long toes,
didn’t I?” His socks were bunching irritatingly within the boots as he pulled
the footwear back off to adjust, causing him to miss the shadow looming towards
him until the owner of said umbra spoke.
“Hey…this
where Marie’s staying?”
“Huh?”
Todd’s head snapped up and he found himself staring into the open, earnest face
of someone about his age but with the build of a linebacker. “Marie who?”
“You know
who I mean,” the larger teenager said with great agitation. “There’s only one Marie with a white streak
in her hair in all of Mississippi…”
“I dunno,”
Todd shrugged, shoving his feet back in his boots and standing slowly. Never
mind the long legs…I’m still shorter than this guy! Shit… Shorter and green…wonderful… “I saw some chick last night with a white streak in her hair over
by the main stage. Maybe her name was
Marie, too.”
“Don’t play
dumb with me,” the other teenager snapped.
“Marie’s stayin’ here, isn’t she?”
“Why do you
want to know?” Todd asked with an annoyingly calm voice. Thousands of scenarios for how this guy knew
Rogue were racing through his head, but one voice overrode them all, screaming No
one calls her Marie but me, damn it!
The tall
teenager shifted his weight from one foot to the other, looking around as if he
were ignoring Todd and appearing very out of place amidst the tattooed, pierced
and strangely outfitted concert goers.
Finally, he said with a slow smile, “Tell her Cody came by and wanted to
say hey…Tell her I’ll be back tonight after the last show wraps up.”
Todd was
left staring at the space Cody[1]
vacated, his mind a muddle of black thoughts and green jealousy. He scarcely noticed Warren and Lance
returning, chattering almost amiably about some girl with a very odd facial
piercing over by the bathroom. “Cody,”
Todd muttered under his breath.
“No,”
Warren said patiently, “War-ren…You can recognize me because of my wings…”
“No,” Todd said
thinly. “Cody…Where’s Rogue? She still at the bathroom?”
“Nah, she’s
heading straight for breakfast. What’s
up?” Lance called after his friend as Todd barreled down the slight hill
towards the large white food tent.
“He’s gone all twitchy.”
“I think
it’s the mud. Maybe it’s some amphibian
thing,” Warren shrugged. “Uh-oh. Here
comes Amara…”
Lance’s
gaze jerked from Todd’s rapidly diminishing form towards Amara, exiting her
tent with the air of one not only much put upon but with only the tatters of
good grace remaining. She looked, he
realized, oddly lovely and evil at once.
Her hair hung in loose strands around her face and she carried a bundle
of clothes in her arms, but it was what she had on as nightclothes that made
him grin. She was wearing on of his old
flannel shirts, hanging to her knees as she picked her way through mud puddles
towards the bathroom and shower area.
“Hey,” he called to her and she stopped stock-still, not turning to face
him but waiting. “That’s my
shirt.” He grinned as she turned,
expecting something much different than what she did next.
“So it is,”
she said carefully, stepping around a large puddle as she made her way towards
them. They were drawing a small
audience, mostly young teenagers with devil horns in honor of the opening band,
Devil’s Advocate, but one or two in angel wings and various shirts declaiming
their favorite music watched on as well.
“Hold this,” she snarled at Warren, shoving the bundle of clothes at
him. With great deliberation, Amara unbuttoned
the flannel shirt, shrugged it off her shoulders and caught it with one finger.
“Amara!”
Lance said, his voice catching in his throat, “you’re…”
“Naked as
the day she was born,” Warren supplied, closing his eyes and turning his face
away quickly.
“You don’t
want it back?” she asked innocently. “Okay.”
With a slight flick of her wrist, she let the shirt drop into the
puddle. Without another word, she took
the bundle from Warren and returned to her tent, ignoring the catcalls and
proposit fro from the assembled group.
Lance
regained his composure relatively quickly, his face set in such a way that the
straggling watchers dispersed quickly.
He stalked to Amara’s tent and without so much as a word of warning,
unzipped the flaps and ducked inside, closing the opening behind him. “What the fuck was that?” he demanded.
Amara
turned a cold glare to him. She was
already half dressed in her underwear and a t-shirt that bore no decoration
except, Lance noticed, for a seven pointed star. That’s Rogue’s shirt, he thought vaguely, his mind a
whirl. She answered in a voice tinged
with disdain, “You wanted your shirt back, didn’t you?”
“I just
wanted to point out that you were wearing my shirt!”
“Whatever,”
she shrugged, and started to pull on her jeans. “Get out of my tent.”
“No.”
“Excuse
me?”
“No. This
isn’t your tent. It’s Logan’s. And you’re being a bitch.”
“Get out of
this tent before I send you to the burn unit.”
“No.”
She inhaled
deeply, deciding to try a different tack.
“You said you didn’t break up with me so I’m still your girlfriend,
right?” He nodded. “Well, wouldn’t you want me to be happy, if
I’m still your girlfriend?” He looked
slightly dubious at this new line of reasoning. “I’ll be happy if you get out…”
“No,” he
said again, plainly. “I’m not leaving
until we settle this.”
“It’s
settled. You are nothing to me
anymore. Get out.”
Despite the
icicle-like stab of pain in his heart, Lance said, “Liar.”
“No one
calls a Princess of Nova Roma a liar!”
“Liar,” he
repeated, edging closer to her. “If I’m
nothing to you, why did you break up with me over Tabby? You’re jealous…”
“You make
no sense. And it wasn’t over Tabby,”
she added, blushing slightly.
“Why was it
then? You at least owe me that much.
Tell me why.”
“You sound
desperate.”
“I sound
pissed. Tell me why you broke up with
me.”
Amara
wavered, almost breaking, but she took a deep breath and snarled, “Get out!”
“Damn it to
Hell!” he snapped, grabbing her by her upper arms and dragging her against his
. “. “This is fucking ridiculous! We belong together, damn it! You love me, I
love you, so there! No arguments!”
“You can’t
decide my life for me!” she said, struggling slightly. It was a measure of her frustration that she
did not use her powers against him just then.
Instead, she said, sounding a flatter than before, “Everyone tries to
decide what’s best for me, what I need… You can’t tell me we belong together
then…then…”
“Then
what?” he demanded, forcing her to look him in the eye. “Then what?”
“Then
nothing!” she snapped. “Then you do
nothing!”
“What?” he
said, taken aback. “We….we did lots!”
“Sex. That’s it.
We had sex.”
“You didn’t
complain before,” he said hotly.
“I didn’t
mind before!”
“You can’t
break up with me for something retroactive,” he said, exasperated “It wasn’t retroactive! I was tired of just having sex and no real
relationship…”
“What does that have to do
with Tabby?” he asked, confused.
“Never
mind, Lance,” she sighed. “Let go of my
arms please.”
“You never
say please to me.” He let go of her
anyway, staring in consternation.
“Princess…”
“Lance…you’re
not wrong,” she finally sighed. “You’re
just not entirely right.”
“Huh?”
“Think
about it a while,” she said, fastening her jeans.
“Fight!” the voices outside the tent rippled towards
them in a wave, cutting off any meaningful conversation. “Fight!”
“Shit,”
Lance sighed. “I bet dollars to sand
it’s Todd…”
“Why do you
say that?”
“Just do,”
he sighed again, letting himself out of the tent.
Amara sank
to the floor and pressed her fists against her eyes, regaining her
composure. You are a Princess of
Nova Roma. You do not cry over a man or boy.
You do not need them…
A/N Smut in the next chapter, I promise!
[1] Cody was the
guy she drained in Rogue Recruit.
Family Ties Chapter Eighteen (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies and BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™ and Prophetic Muse, I WILL get that weave down, damn it!
Grrrr…. InterNutter, TC and Maxwell
Pink are lovely bunnies for archiving. J ProPhile, Jubilee, Tex and Ramsey get lots
of muse sparkles for their help. J Readers/Reviewers: The Killer Kitties™ have been awfully quiet of late…I think we
need to be worried…
“What time
is it?” Rogue muttered thickly.
“About nine
thirty. Ish,” Todd amended. “How the hell do we get dressed in here?”
“I slept in
my clothes, don’t ask me,” Lance said around a yawn. “What happened to the other tent anyway?”
“Princess
Amara,” Rogue sighed, coming more awake.
“She claimed it in the name of Nova Roma.”
“Really?”
Warren asked from just outside the tent flaps, his wings making odd shadows in
the weak light of the cloudy morning.
“I thought she just said ‘Fuck off, I’m not going to sleep with you
lot.’ Or something similar.”
“Something
similar,” Todd said, slithering with some difficulty inis jis jeans. “Aren’t you hot?” he asked Rogue.
“So I’ve
been told,” she responded in light humor.
“You get used to it, though…this mesh isn’t so bad as thermal underwear
or something.” She rose to her knees in
the tent, holding out her arms to show the thin black covering, including
gloves, that shrouded her from neck to toes under her nightshirt. She had slept on the farthest side of the
tent, her face turned carefully away from Todd to avoid any errant touches
during the night. “I’m gonna go get
dressed in the bathroom.”
“There’s a
bathroom?” Warren asked with great interest.
“I’ve been holding it for hours!”
“Dude,”
Lance said, sounding tired, “you’re a guy…just go behind some bushes and pee.”
“That’s
rude,” Warren said, though a ghost of a grin flitted across his face. “Besides, there’s no bushes to be seen for
miles. This place is a mud pit.”
“Just
because it rained last night,” Rogue said in defense of her home state. “It’s a field! In the spring it’s covered in
wildflowers and…” she ran down, blushing.
“Not that I notice things like wildflowers.”
“Sure you
don’t babe,” Todd said, sniffing a sock in a test of it’s virtue. “You’re big mean evil Goth girl. Goth girls hate any flower that’s not black
and dead.”
“Have I
pinched you lately?” she asked, crawling out of the tent and giving both males
inside a very good view of her rear.
“Is that an
offer?” Todd asked hopefully. “You can
kiss it and make it better later!” he called after her.
“I think
she just shot you the bird,” Lance said, stretching and popping his joints in
one long movement.
“The double
eagle, actually. She loves me,” he
added dopily.
“You always
flip off the one you love,” Lance intoned in a narrator’s cadence. “I gotta pee too. I’m goin’ with Warren.”
“Bonding
moment I ain’t gonna be a part of,” Todd muttered, finding his other shoe in
the mess of the tent. “I’ll catch up
with you at breakfast.”
“Breakfast?”
“Yeah, they
have a food tent set up near the piercing tent off the small stage. I want to get some doughnuts before the
stoners wake up at two…”
Lance
snorted. “See ya there.”
Todd
smirked to himself, wondering just how to gefew few hours alone time with Rogue
in the tent later, as he wriggled free of the tent to put on his boots. “Damn freakish feet,” he groused to himself
a moment later. “Had to have long toes,
didn’t I?” His socks were bunching irritatingly within the boots as he pulled
the footwear back off to adjust, causing him to miss the shadow looming towards
him until the owner of said umbra spoke.
“Hey…this
where Marie’s staying?”
“Huh?”
Todd’s head snapped up and he found himself staring into the open, earnest face
of someone about his age but with the build of a linebacker. “Marie who?”
“You know
who I mean,” the larger teenager said with great agitation. “There’s only one Marie with a white streak
in her hair in all of Mississippi…”
“I dunno,”
Todd shrugged, shoving his feet back in his boots and standing slowly. Never
mind the long legs…I’m still shorter than this guy! Shit… Shorter and green…wonderful… “I saw some chick last night with a white streak in her hair over
by the main stage. Maybe her name was
Marie, too.”
“Don’t play
dumb with me,” the other teenager snapped.
“Marie’s stayin’ here, isn’t she?”
“Why do you
want to know?” Todd asked with an annoyingly calm voice. Thousands of scenarios for how this guy knew
Rogue were racing through his head, but one voice overrode them all, screaming No
one calls her Marie but me, damn it!
The tall
teenager shifted his weight from one foot to the other, looking around as if he
were ignoring Todd and appearing very out of place amidst the tattooed, pierced
and strangely outfitted concert goers.
Finally, he said with a slow smile, “Tell her Cody came by and wanted to
say hey…Tell her I’ll be back tonight after the last show wraps up.”
Todd was
left staring at the space Cody[1]
vacated, his mind a muddle of black thoughts and green jealousy. He scarcely noticed Warren and Lance
returning, chattering almost amiably about some girl with a very odd facial
piercing over by the bathroom. “Cody,”
Todd muttered under his breath.
“No,”
Warren said patiently, “War-ren…You can recognize me because of my wings…”
“No,” Todd said
thinly. “Cody…Where’s Rogue? She still at the bathroom?”
“Nah, she’s
heading straight for breakfast. What’s
up?” Lance called after his friend as Todd barreled down the slight hill
towards the large white food tent.
“He’s gone all twitchy.”
“I think
it’s the mud. Maybe it’s some amphibian
thing,” Warren shrugged. “Uh-oh. Here
comes Amara…”
Lance’s
gaze jerked from Todd’s rapidly diminishing form towards Amara, exiting her
tent with the air of one not only much put upon but with only the tatters of
good grace remaining. She looked, he
realized, oddly lovely and evil at once.
Her hair hung in loose strands around her face and she carried a bundle
of clothes in her arms, but it was what she had on as nightclothes that made
him grin. She was wearing on of his old
flannel shirts, hanging to her knees as she picked her way through mud puddles
towards the bathroom and shower area.
“Hey,” he called to her and she stopped stock-still, not turning to face
him but waiting. “That’s my
shirt.” He grinned as she turned,
expecting something much different than what she did next.
“So it is,”
she said carefully, stepping around a large puddle as she made her way towards
them. They were drawing a small
audience, mostly young teenagers with devil horns in honor of the opening band,
Devil’s Advocate, but one or two in angel wings and various shirts declaiming
their favorite music watched on as well.
“Hold this,” she snarled at Warren, shoving the bundle of clothes at
him. With great deliberation, Amara unbuttoned
the flannel shirt, shrugged it off her shoulders and caught it with one finger.
“Amara!”
Lance said, his voice catching in his throat, “you’re…”
“Naked as
the day she was born,” Warren supplied, closing his eyes and turning his face
away quickly.
“You don’t
want it back?” she asked innocently. “Okay.”
With a slight flick of her wrist, she let the shirt drop into the
puddle. Without another word, she took
the bundle from Warren and returned to her tent, ignoring the catcalls and
proposit fro from the assembled group.
Lance
regained his composure relatively quickly, his face set in such a way that the
straggling watchers dispersed quickly.
He stalked to Amara’s tent and without so much as a word of warning,
unzipped the flaps and ducked inside, closing the opening behind him. “What the fuck was that?” he demanded.
Amara
turned a cold glare to him. She was
already half dressed in her underwear and a t-shirt that bore no decoration
except, Lance noticed, for a seven pointed star. That’s Rogue’s shirt, he thought vaguely, his mind a
whirl. She answered in a voice tinged
with disdain, “You wanted your shirt back, didn’t you?”
“I just
wanted to point out that you were wearing my shirt!”
“Whatever,”
she shrugged, and started to pull on her jeans. “Get out of my tent.”
“No.”
“Excuse
me?”
“No. This
isn’t your tent. It’s Logan’s. And you’re being a bitch.”
“Get out of
this tent before I send you to the burn unit.”
“No.”
She inhaled
deeply, deciding to try a different tack.
“You said you didn’t break up with me so I’m still your girlfriend,
right?” He nodded. “Well, wouldn’t you want me to be happy, if
I’m still your girlfriend?” He looked
slightly dubious at this new line of reasoning. “I’ll be happy if you get out…”
“No,” he
said again, plainly. “I’m not leaving
until we settle this.”
“It’s
settled. You are nothing to me
anymore. Get out.”
Despite the
icicle-like stab of pain in his heart, Lance said, “Liar.”
“No one
calls a Princess of Nova Roma a liar!”
“Liar,” he
repeated, edging closer to her. “If I’m
nothing to you, why did you break up with me over Tabby? You’re jealous…”
“You make
no sense. And it wasn’t over Tabby,”
she added, blushing slightly.
“Why was it
then? You at least owe me that much.
Tell me why.”
“You sound
desperate.”
“I sound
pissed. Tell me why you broke up with
me.”
Amara
wavered, almost breaking, but she took a deep breath and snarled, “Get out!”
“Damn it to
Hell!” he snapped, grabbing her by her upper arms and dragging her against his
. “. “This is fucking ridiculous! We belong together, damn it! You love me, I
love you, so there! No arguments!”
“You can’t
decide my life for me!” she said, struggling slightly. It was a measure of her frustration that she
did not use her powers against him just then.
Instead, she said, sounding a flatter than before, “Everyone tries to
decide what’s best for me, what I need… You can’t tell me we belong together
then…then…”
“Then
what?” he demanded, forcing her to look him in the eye. “Then what?”
“Then
nothing!” she snapped. “Then you do
nothing!”
“What?” he
said, taken aback. “We….we did lots!”
“Sex. That’s it.
We had sex.”
“You didn’t
complain before,” he said hotly.
“I didn’t
mind before!”
“You can’t
break up with me for something retroactive,” he said, exasperated “It wasn’t retroactive! I was tired of just having sex and no real
relationship…”
“What does that have to do
with Tabby?” he asked, confused.
“Never
mind, Lance,” she sighed. “Let go of my
arms please.”
“You never
say please to me.” He let go of her
anyway, staring in consternation.
“Princess…”
“Lance…you’re
not wrong,” she finally sighed. “You’re
just not entirely right.”
“Huh?”
“Think
about it a while,” she said, fastening her jeans.
“Fight!” the voices outside the tent rippled towards
them in a wave, cutting off any meaningful conversation. “Fight!”
“Shit,”
Lance sighed. “I bet dollars to sand
it’s Todd…”
“Why do you
say that?”
“Just do,”
he sighed again, letting himself out of the tent.
Amara sank
to the floor and pressed her fists against her eyes, regaining her
composure. You are a Princess of
Nova Roma. You do not cry over a man or boy.
You do not need them…
A/N Smut in the next chapter, I promise!
[1] Cody was the
guy she drained in Rogue Recruit.