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Family Ties Chapter 20 (NC-17)
Family Ties Chapter 20 (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™ and Prophetic Muse, I dub thee Hamster Witch. InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink get muse
kibble because they are sweet enough to archive. J ProPhile gets big heap muses for being a
smutbunny. Ramsey, Tex and Jubilee all
get more armadillos. The lil’ buggers just keep coming out of the woodwork… Readers/Reviewers: I have to explain the
Hamster Witch thing…Foxfeather can open any cabinet anywhere in her house and
pull out sweets. Seriously. She has ‘em stashed EVERYWHERE! Like a
hamster and food pellets…
“Kurt,
shouldn’t you be practicing or something?”
Kitty stifled a yawn and leaned half out of the window in the guest room
her cousin had set up for her. Kurt
glared balefully at her from the rhododendron.
“Don’t you perform tonight?”
“Ja, just
one routine so my rehearsal time is short.
Kitty, why aren’t you more worried?
Logan und Mama!”
„Keep your voice down!“ she
hissed, aware that other people were awake within the massive house. “Last thing we need are the aunts descending
en masse!”
“The
aunts?”
“You’ll
meet them tomorrow…just know when to duck and cover… Look, Kurt, Logan and Astrid were just talking! Nothing else!”
“He was leaning!”[1]
Kurt demonstrated, leaning closer to Kitty and giving her a helpless look.
“Kurt,
you’re hopeless… I love you, but you’re
hopeless. Logan never leans, not even
with Storm. And your mother loves your
father very much, too much to waste on flirting with Logan.”
“Katzchen,
I know my mother. She was not acting
herself! She giggled!” He spat the word as if it were poison. “Giggled!”
“She
laughed,” Kitty corrected. “You know, I
think you have an overdeveloped sense of chivalry sometimes. Just because a guy looks twice at a woman
doesn’t mean he wants to jump her b!”
!”
“Das glaubst auch nur du!”[2]
He crossed his arms grumpily and toed the ground, obviously and
unapologetically pouting.
“You’re
almost cute when you do that,” Kitty said, grinning faintly.
“Almost?”
“Almost. If you weren’t being irrational, I’d ditch
the almost.”
“I am not
being irrational!”
“Yes, you
are,” a new voice interrupted them, making Kitty recoil guiltily and Kurt duck
down into the rhododendron belatedly.
“Esther…”
Kitty began, gearing up for a babble of explanation.
Esther
waved her down, yawning. “Tell your
boyfriend to come in for breakfast.
It’s going to rain and I don’t want him tracking mud in the house.”
Kitty let
out a sigh of relief as Esther departed.
“I thought it was one of the aunts for a minute there.”
“I have got
to meet these women that have you so twitchy,” Kurt muttered, crawling in
through the window and checking his holo.
“So far, no fritzing…”
“That
reminds me…We’re going to have to tell Esther about our little…quirks…before
she comes and sees you tonight.”
“Everyone
else thinks it’s a costume, why can’t she?”
Kitty
sighed again, heavily. “Kurt, Esther is
one of the few remaining members of the family who will even talk to me…I think
it’s only fair I tell her!”
Kurt shook
his head and pulled a face, but made no other comment on the matter. “Blueberry pancakes?” he asked hopefully.
“For you,
maybe,” Kitty murmured, leading the way down stairs and through a labyrinth of
hallways towards the kitchen. “I refuse
to eat anything until after the wedding!”
“Schatz,
that’s not until tomorrow night!”
“I’ll eat
at the reception,” she soothed him.
“Nein,
you’ll eat now!” He stepped in front of
her and glowered. “Kitty, you’ll make
yourself sick if you don’t eat for so long!”
“I’m going
to be drinking, like, water and stuff, so don’t worry,” she explained, pushing
him towards a half-open door. “Let’s
get in and visit before Esther sends Storm after us or something!”
The two
women were indeed sitting at the table, oddly alone in the houseful of
relatives and friends. Storm looked up
from her cooling tea and offered a weak smile to Kurt. “How…unsurprising…to see you this morning,
Kurt.”
“Unsurprising?”
Esther queried, sliding several pancakes onto a plate and pushing it to Kitty
across the table. Kitty smiled politely
and removed three, putting them onto Kurt’s plate.
“Wherever
one is, you will find the other,” Storm murmured into her mug.
Kitty
pushed the remaining thin pancake around her plate idly. “Well, we do live in the same house…we’re
bound to run into each other now and then.”
Esther
smiled broadly. “You’re wearing Yaya’s
necklace. You have her luck then. True love comes early.”
Kitty
blushed and jabbed savagely at her pancake, sending bits of it careening onto
the table. “Oops.”
Kurt had a
mouthful of breakfast so his response was a somewhat muffled, “That’s the
truth,” followed by a chipmunk-cheeked grin.
Storm
rolled her eyes slightly and changed the topic. “I was thinking that I would visit the museum while you and
Esther went with the rest of the women in the wedding party to take care of
last minute details, Kitty.”
Kitty shook
her head vehemently. “No details to
take care of, really. Sephardic
weddings are pretty easy in that score.
They synagogue is already there, no decorations needed like in a church
wedding, the chuppa[3] has been in
the family forever, so that’s taken care of, and all we really have left to do
it pick up the dresses from the drycleaners and take care of the henna. The henna isn’t until tonight, though,”
Kitty added at Esther’s sudden panicked look.
Storm
nodded slowly. “I was expecting more
fuss, I think.”
“Wait until
the reception,” Esther muttered into her coffee.
Kitty
grinned. “We’re Greek,” she said at
Kurt’s curious expression.
“Opa!”
Esther yelled, mocking the stereotypical Greek exclamation. She stood and began a series of spinning
steps across the room, grabbing Kitty’s hand and taking her along. They danced around the table, giggling like
they were children and waving their hands in the air.
“Dancing,”
Kurt groaned, shooting Storm a worried look.
“I don’t
dance either, child,” she murmured. “At
least not at weddings…” A brief flash
of her old home blazed unbidden into her thoughts, the sense of loneliness even
amongst the entire village, the dances in front of her small shelter when the
drought was too bad, the dances when the rain was too harsh… She shook herself and assayed a smile at the
now-panting cousins, returned to their seats.
“I look forward to it,” she lied.
Kurt was
now officially concerned. Before, he
reflected, he was just ticked. Now, he
was worried. “Is Logan coming to the
wedding?”
Kitty
nodded. “At least he’d better!”
“From what
little I spoke to him,” Esther said, swallowing the last of her apple, “I think
he and Harry would really get along…too bad we had to leave so soon last
night.”
“I thought
you had a busy day today,” Storm said stiffly.
“Ah…” The tension had grown quite thick all of a
sudden and Esther fell silent.
“Um, how’s
your father doing, Kurt?” Kitty asked hast
“
“I didn’t get much of a chance to talk to him yesterday after…um…after
you arrived.” The pink color in her
cheeks was obvious to all assembled.
Over
Esther’s snort of amusement, Kurt said, “Oh, he’s fine. Very tired from the trip over, I think, but
fine nonetheless. He’s worried about
Erika. The doctors said it will be a
few more months before she can perform on the trapezein ain and even then, he
recommends that she refrains because her skull is so weak at one point.”
Kitty
frowned. “I wish I could help her
somehow…”
Kurt
shrugged, forlorn beneath his casual attitude.
“Katja and Anja are coddling her no end and Erika said she’s about to go
mad from it all. Katja still feels like
it’s her fault…Sergei is afraid to even come near my family.” The rather grim satisfaction that flitted
across his features told Kitty that Kurt did not mind that one bit.
Esther
raised her eyebrows delicately in question and Storm smiled again. “I’ll have to tell you later.”
“Yes, do…”
Storm
nodded distractedly, barely hearing the rest of the three way conversation
going on around her, mostly about the circus and traveling and a sudden switch
to henna. Instead, she sei seized on an
idea that made her ashamed and feel hot with jealousy, but it was an idea that
was blooming into a full grown notion and trickling towards actuality. She glanced at Kurt and looked away quickly,
his eyes regarding her with concern and not a little pity. “I must go change for the day,” she said,
rising and sweeping from the room in a cool draft, her caftan wafting like a
veil behind her.
“What was
that about?” Esther murmured to Kitty.
“I have an
idea,” Kurt supplied darkly.
Kitty found
Storm on the balcony overlooking the backyard from the third floor, staring
down into a rather out of place Gothic fountain. “Logan wouldn’t screw around, you know.”
“Mmmm.”
“Really. I mean, I know my relationship with him is
like so totally different than yours is, but I know him, you know? He loves you and wouldn’t hurt you.”
“Kitty,
there is more to hurting a partner than that which involves sex,” Storm said
wearily, her frankness taking Kitty slightly aback.
“I know,”
Kitty protested faintly, wondering if she really did. “I mean, I used to hurt Kurt’s feelings all the time, back when I
was afraid of him and all…”
“That is
entirely different,” the older woman sighed.
“It’s time you got ready to go.
It’s almost ten in the morning.”
“Okay,”
Kitty said, backing away and keeping her eyes on Storm. “You’re not gonna, like, hurt him, are you?”
“Do you
think I will?”
“Well, no…”
“Then think
on it no more.”[4]
[1] Ever see
“While You Were Sleeping” ? There’s a
conversation in there about “leaning.”
It has “potential…”
[2] “That’s what
you think!” (Learn German through
fanfic…)
[3] Easiest way
to explain it is that it’s an awning type situation…held at four corners on
posts by witnesses to the wedding.
[4] I really
liked that line from “Rob Roy” where Mary says she will think on someone no
more. I just like the syntax of it so I
*ahem * borrowed it…
Family Ties Chapter 20 (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™ and Prophetic Muse, I dub thee Hamster Witch. InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink get muse
kibble because they are sweet enough to archive. J ProPhile gets big heap muses for being a
smutbunny. Ramsey, Tex and Jubilee all
get more armadillos. The lil’ buggers just keep coming out of the woodwork… Readers/Reviewers: I have to explain the
Hamster Witch thing…Foxfeather can open any cabinet anywhere in her house and
pull out sweets. Seriously. She has ‘em stashed EVERYWHERE! Like a
hamster and food pellets…
“Kurt,
shouldn’t you be practicing or something?”
Kitty stifled a yawn and leaned half out of the window in the guest room
her cousin had set up for her. Kurt
glared balefully at her from the rhododendron.
“Don’t you perform tonight?”
“Ja, just
one routine so my rehearsal time is short.
Kitty, why aren’t you more worried?
Logan und Mama!”
„Keep your voice down!“ she
hissed, aware that other people were awake within the massive house. “Last thing we need are the aunts descending
en masse!”
“The
aunts?”
“You’ll
meet them tomorrow…just know when to duck and cover… Look, Kurt, Logan and Astrid were just talking! Nothing else!”
“He was leaning!”[1]
Kurt demonstrated, leaning closer to Kitty and giving her a helpless look.
“Kurt,
you’re hopeless… I love you, but you’re
hopeless. Logan never leans, not even
with Storm. And your mother loves your
father very much, too much to waste on flirting with Logan.”
“Katzchen,
I know my mother. She was not acting
herself! She giggled!” He spat the word as if it were poison. “Giggled!”
“She
laughed,” Kitty corrected. “You know, I
think you have an overdeveloped sense of chivalry sometimes. Just because a guy looks twice at a woman
doesn’t mean he wants to jump her b!”
!”
“Das glaubst auch nur du!”[2]
He crossed his arms grumpily and toed the ground, obviously and
unapologetically pouting.
“You’re
almost cute when you do that,” Kitty said, grinning faintly.
“Almost?”
“Almost. If you weren’t being irrational, I’d ditch
the almost.”
“I am not
being irrational!”
“Yes, you
are,” a new voice interrupted them, making Kitty recoil guiltily and Kurt duck
down into the rhododendron belatedly.
“Esther…”
Kitty began, gearing up for a babble of explanation.
Esther
waved her down, yawning. “Tell your
boyfriend to come in for breakfast.
It’s going to rain and I don’t want him tracking mud in the house.”
Kitty let
out a sigh of relief as Esther departed.
“I thought it was one of the aunts for a minute there.”
“I have got
to meet these women that have you so twitchy,” Kurt muttered, crawling in
through the window and checking his holo.
“So far, no fritzing…”
“That
reminds me…We’re going to have to tell Esther about our little…quirks…before
she comes and sees you tonight.”
“Everyone
else thinks it’s a costume, why can’t she?”
Kitty
sighed again, heavily. “Kurt, Esther is
one of the few remaining members of the family who will even talk to me…I think
it’s only fair I tell her!”
Kurt shook
his head and pulled a face, but made no other comment on the matter. “Blueberry pancakes?” he asked hopefully.
“For you,
maybe,” Kitty murmured, leading the way down stairs and through a labyrinth of
hallways towards the kitchen. “I refuse
to eat anything until after the wedding!”
“Schatz,
that’s not until tomorrow night!”
“I’ll eat
at the reception,” she soothed him.
“Nein,
you’ll eat now!” He stepped in front of
her and glowered. “Kitty, you’ll make
yourself sick if you don’t eat for so long!”
“I’m going
to be drinking, like, water and stuff, so don’t worry,” she explained, pushing
him towards a half-open door. “Let’s
get in and visit before Esther sends Storm after us or something!”
The two
women were indeed sitting at the table, oddly alone in the houseful of
relatives and friends. Storm looked up
from her cooling tea and offered a weak smile to Kurt. “How…unsurprising…to see you this morning,
Kurt.”
“Unsurprising?”
Esther queried, sliding several pancakes onto a plate and pushing it to Kitty
across the table. Kitty smiled politely
and removed three, putting them onto Kurt’s plate.
“Wherever
one is, you will find the other,” Storm murmured into her mug.
Kitty
pushed the remaining thin pancake around her plate idly. “Well, we do live in the same house…we’re
bound to run into each other now and then.”
Esther
smiled broadly. “You’re wearing Yaya’s
necklace. You have her luck then. True love comes early.”
Kitty
blushed and jabbed savagely at her pancake, sending bits of it careening onto
the table. “Oops.”
Kurt had a
mouthful of breakfast so his response was a somewhat muffled, “That’s the
truth,” followed by a chipmunk-cheeked grin.
Storm
rolled her eyes slightly and changed the topic. “I was thinking that I would visit the museum while you and
Esther went with the rest of the women in the wedding party to take care of
last minute details, Kitty.”
Kitty shook
her head vehemently. “No details to
take care of, really. Sephardic
weddings are pretty easy in that score.
They synagogue is already there, no decorations needed like in a church
wedding, the chuppa[3] has been in
the family forever, so that’s taken care of, and all we really have left to do
it pick up the dresses from the drycleaners and take care of the henna. The henna isn’t until tonight, though,”
Kitty added at Esther’s sudden panicked look.
Storm
nodded slowly. “I was expecting more
fuss, I think.”
“Wait until
the reception,” Esther muttered into her coffee.
Kitty
grinned. “We’re Greek,” she said at
Kurt’s curious expression.
“Opa!”
Esther yelled, mocking the stereotypical Greek exclamation. She stood and began a series of spinning
steps across the room, grabbing Kitty’s hand and taking her along. They danced around the table, giggling like
they were children and waving their hands in the air.
“Dancing,”
Kurt groaned, shooting Storm a worried look.
“I don’t
dance either, child,” she murmured. “At
least not at weddings…” A brief flash
of her old home blazed unbidden into her thoughts, the sense of loneliness even
amongst the entire village, the dances in front of her small shelter when the
drought was too bad, the dances when the rain was too harsh… She shook herself and assayed a smile at the
now-panting cousins, returned to their seats.
“I look forward to it,” she lied.
Kurt was
now officially concerned. Before, he
reflected, he was just ticked. Now, he
was worried. “Is Logan coming to the
wedding?”
Kitty
nodded. “At least he’d better!”
“From what
little I spoke to him,” Esther said, swallowing the last of her apple, “I think
he and Harry would really get along…too bad we had to leave so soon last
night.”
“I thought
you had a busy day today,” Storm said stiffly.
“Ah…” The tension had grown quite thick all of a
sudden and Esther fell silent.
“Um, how’s
your father doing, Kurt?” Kitty asked hast
“
“I didn’t get much of a chance to talk to him yesterday after…um…after
you arrived.” The pink color in her
cheeks was obvious to all assembled.
Over
Esther’s snort of amusement, Kurt said, “Oh, he’s fine. Very tired from the trip over, I think, but
fine nonetheless. He’s worried about
Erika. The doctors said it will be a
few more months before she can perform on the trapezein ain and even then, he
recommends that she refrains because her skull is so weak at one point.”
Kitty
frowned. “I wish I could help her
somehow…”
Kurt
shrugged, forlorn beneath his casual attitude.
“Katja and Anja are coddling her no end and Erika said she’s about to go
mad from it all. Katja still feels like
it’s her fault…Sergei is afraid to even come near my family.” The rather grim satisfaction that flitted
across his features told Kitty that Kurt did not mind that one bit.
Esther
raised her eyebrows delicately in question and Storm smiled again. “I’ll have to tell you later.”
“Yes, do…”
Storm
nodded distractedly, barely hearing the rest of the three way conversation
going on around her, mostly about the circus and traveling and a sudden switch
to henna. Instead, she sei seized on an
idea that made her ashamed and feel hot with jealousy, but it was an idea that
was blooming into a full grown notion and trickling towards actuality. She glanced at Kurt and looked away quickly,
his eyes regarding her with concern and not a little pity. “I must go change for the day,” she said,
rising and sweeping from the room in a cool draft, her caftan wafting like a
veil behind her.
“What was
that about?” Esther murmured to Kitty.
“I have an
idea,” Kurt supplied darkly.
Kitty found
Storm on the balcony overlooking the backyard from the third floor, staring
down into a rather out of place Gothic fountain. “Logan wouldn’t screw around, you know.”
“Mmmm.”
“Really. I mean, I know my relationship with him is
like so totally different than yours is, but I know him, you know? He loves you and wouldn’t hurt you.”
“Kitty,
there is more to hurting a partner than that which involves sex,” Storm said
wearily, her frankness taking Kitty slightly aback.
“I know,”
Kitty protested faintly, wondering if she really did. “I mean, I used to hurt Kurt’s feelings all the time, back when I
was afraid of him and all…”
“That is
entirely different,” the older woman sighed.
“It’s time you got ready to go.
It’s almost ten in the morning.”
“Okay,”
Kitty said, backing away and keeping her eyes on Storm. “You’re not gonna, like, hurt him, are you?”
“Do you
think I will?”
“Well, no…”
“Then think
on it no more.”[4]
[1] Ever see
“While You Were Sleeping” ? There’s a
conversation in there about “leaning.”
It has “potential…”
[2] “That’s what
you think!” (Learn German through
fanfic…)
[3] Easiest way
to explain it is that it’s an awning type situation…held at four corners on
posts by witnesses to the wedding.
[4] I really
liked that line from “Rob Roy” where Mary says she will think on someone no
more. I just like the syntax of it so I
*ahem * borrowed it…