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Family Ties Chapter Twenty Seven (NC-17)
Family Ties Chapter Twenty Seven (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeatheueenueen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse and Hamster Witch, I think I’m obsessed with
Scotsmen…it’s a sickness, but one I can accept wholeheartedly, lol. InterNutter, TC, and Maxwell Pink get
lots-o-muse kibble for archiving! J ProPhile gets extra smutmuse points just
because and Ramsey, Tex and Jubilee (of the loverly icons) get sparkles and
tiny gnomes. I have a surplus of
gnomes. Readers/Reviewers: I think the
ducks are thinking of performing Hair. One of ‘em is running around with
love beads and naked. Weird. In the meantime, mille grazie for reading
and not flaming me to death! J
Kitty
hushed the giggling Wagner girls before leading them down the long, dark
hallway she affectionately called Auntie Row.
“If we wake them up, we’ll never hear the end of it!” she warned
them. The girls managed to stifle themselves
long enough for Kitty to shut them behind the door of her guest room, then they
burst into a fit of giggles and German chatter that Kitty only half
understood. “We have to be quiet! Storm’s room is next door and if she knows
I’m doing this, she’ll give me the Look.”
Katja,
hearing the capital, smirked. “Is it
like this?” she asked, her face transforming into what Kitty was sure was a
fair approximation of Astrid’s disapproving glare.
“Close,”
she giggled. “More like…” she schooled
her features into disapproving lines and looked down her nose haughtily. In a cool voice, she intoned, “I’m very
disappointed in your behavior, Kitty.”
“Oooooh,” Erika snickered. „No wonder Kurt tries not to piss her
off!“
A few
moments of giggling and settling in passed before Kitty motioned for them all
to be silent again. “Now, I know you
usually don’t do this at your circus, but,” she sighed and shot Erika a
pleading glance before continuing, “I wanted to help Erika…”
Anja
shifted uncomfortably and said, “She’s doing just fine, you know…”
Erika held
up a quelling hand. “No, I’m not…I feel
so awkward and…incomplete. I can’t do
half the things I used to yet and I’m always afraid I’m going to forget
something. I’m sure that will change
eventually, but until I’m completely healed, I’m miserable up there, thinking
that I’m slighting the audience…slighting the family…”
There was a
silent wave of pained acknowledgement that passed between the three sisters,
none wanting to admit the truth of Erika’s words—her uncertainty showed in
performances and made them all verge on uncomfortable, but never distrustful of
her abilities. Finally, Kitty broke the
silence. “I was thinking that, well,
okay…I know you’ll hate me for this because it sounds, like, so
stereotypical…” she paused to huff a breath in embarrassment before forcing
herself onward, “Okay, this is, like, so hard but I was thinking maybe you
could, like, do this whole Gypsy dance thing.”
Erika’s
eyes lit. “You mean like in the movies,
how people think we do?”
“Something
like that,” Kitty allowed.
Katja and
Anja exchanged glances. Anja spoke
up. “Mama wouldn’t be too happy about
that.”
Erika’s
hopeful look became near panic. “I’m
sure Kitty doesn’t mean that whole barefoot with a kerchief and tambourine
thing.” She paused and gave Kitty a
meaningful glance. “You don’t, do you?”
“No! Not like that!” She blushed, aware that not too long ago, that was exactly what
she would have pictured the Romany doing and the image was so incompatible with
what she knew to be the truth that as eas embarrassing. “More like…um…belly dancing.” She hastened to explain tribal belly dance,
one of the many styles in existence, and how it was closely related to many of
the dance styles of the old world groups such the Romany. “If you think your mom would be upset,
though…”
“No,” Erika
said before her sisters could object on her behalf. “I want to do it… It can’t be any scarier dancing in front of
people than it is flying through the air!”
“Belly
dancing?” Katja said dubiously. “Those
costumes…”
“Only the
cabaret costumes are showy like that,” Kitty explained. “We can figure out something more modest on
short notice…”
Anja was
the first to break. She smiled slowly
and nodded. “I think that’d be kind of
cool… And Erika can be the center of
the piece, ja?” They quickly fell to
planning, Kitty digging out music and clearing a space on the floor foractiactice. After several minutes, Anja
broke away from the conversation with her sisters and asked, “Will we have to
wear henna, too?”
“Oh…do you
want to?”
Erika said
shyly, “Well, it is pretty…”
Kitty
smiled and darted from the room to traipse to the kitchen and gather her
hennaing supplies from earlier in the evening.
On her way back to the bedroom, she nearly screamed aloud when Kurt
popped into existence before her. “My
God, don’t you ever stay put?” she hissed.
“Logan
wanted to come talk to Storm. I tagged
along for the ride,” he said, not sounding very happy about it. “He leaned again!”
“Kurt,
sweetie, I don’t want to hear it right now,” Kitty said wearily. “Your sisters are in my room and…and we’re
trying to do something,” she finished lamely.
“Ja, I
know,” he smiled. “Belly dancing. Your voice carries, Schatz.”
“You were
spying, Liebes,” she rejoined. “Now, I
need to get back there before one of them decides to come look for me.”
“They
won’t,” he said firmly, a decidedly wicked expression glinting in his eyes in
the dark. “I know them…they’ll stay put
for at least an hour before working up the courage to wander a strange house at
night. We have time.”
“Time for
what?” she wondered. “Oh!” Blushing furiously, she shook her head. “Kurt, we can’t! The house is full of people, some of them still awake, and if we
get caught…”
“We won’t,”
he said with great certainty. It was
with that he took her elbow for her hands were full and ported into the
kitchen, blessedly dark save for the green glow of the clock on the
microwave. “We won’t get caught if you
can stay quiet,” he said, smiling.
Kitty
backed against the counter ant het her henna supplies down without breaking eye
act act with his glowing eyes. “Kurt, you’re insane.”
„Ja, and you love it,“ he
said, grinning all the more. He was
against her in a heartbeat, giving he roo room to move as he pinned her wrists
gently but firmly to the counter on either side of her. “Katzchen,” he said softly, dipping his head
to sample the curve of her neck where it met her shoulder. She only sighed in response, all the
encouragement he needed. She moved
against him willingly, just short of wantonly, entreating him with her sighs and
murmurs giving way to clasping fingers and swaying hips brushing against his
painfully hard erection. Kurt’s hands
skimmed under her shirt, finding the silky material of her bra and pushing it
aside to revel in the feel of her soft skin under his hands, the turgid peaks
tantalizing to touch. He bent her back
as he pushed her shirt up, exposing the rose-tipped mounds to his eager lips
and tongue and teeth. Kitty gasped loudly
and clutched at his shoulders, silently begging for more while her nervousness
about being caught thrummed palpably between them. His hands spanned across her waist, his thumbs tracing lazy
circles on her stomach as he moved from one breast to the other, her heat
obvious and begging between them. Kitty
was the one to incite the denouement, reaching between them to phase her hand
through his jeans and grasp his length.
It was then his turn to gasp and moan as she stroked his arousal,
rocking her hips against him in time to her manipulations. Kurt was not quite sure how it happened, but
she was against him and he was within her, her legs around his waist and her
back braced against the counter, their clothes strangely intact thanks to her
phasing abilities but their bodies most definitely joined.[1] He felt her quickening around him as he
moved within her, the silken, damp heat of her desire making his mind melt and
seep through his veins in golden sparks, all culminating low in his belly in a
tight and burning sensation. Kitty’s
teeth sank into his shoulder as she fought the urge to cry out, her ecstasy
coming out as a muffled groan into his flesh as she seemed to melt around him,
her body becoming heavy with lethargy even as she clung to him all the
more. His own release was a profound
relief of the tensions built in his body, heat flooding his limbs and chest,
making him throw his head back and grit his teeth in desperate silence. After several panting, grasping moments, he
let her slide to the ground and leaned against her to regain a sense of
equilibrium, murmuring her name and endearments the whole time.
“Logan’s
going to know,” she said after a moment.
“Let him,”
he sighed, stroking her hair back from her eyes. “It’s a sickness, I think.”
“What is?”
“How much I
want you all the time. No matter what’s
going on in our lives, I always want you.
I want to revel in you always…”
After a
long moment, she asked, “Are you drunk?”
Kurt was
taken aback before the humor of it struck him.
“I’m being melodramatic, am I?”
At her nod, he grinned and kissed her soundly. “Well, at least I’m not doing it in rhyme!”
“Thank God
for that!” She gathered her henna and
smiled ruefully. “I have to go…”
“Ich Liebe dich.”
„Me, too, sweetie. Now go before Logan comes looking, too!”
Kurt sighed
and watched her go before porting to the car to wait what seemed like an
interminable amount of time for Logan to return.
“I was not
flirting!” he snarled, barely controlling his annoyance.
“What was
it then?” Storm demanded.
Logan had
never truly seen her lose her temper but he had a feeling that he was about
to. “What was all that with Johannes
anyway?”
“Don’t
change the subject!”
“It’s the
same subject!” he growled. His ears
picked up the tinny music coming from what could only be Kitty’s room and he
groaned inwardly. Belly dancing
again. Great. I wish she wouldn’t do
that. Half Pint shouldn’t act sexual.
“I was talking
to Johannes,” Storm said, suddenly calm.
“Just talking, like you were with Astrid.”
“Astrid and
I were talking about the kids, if you must know!” he finally said after a long,
jaw clenching moment of silence. “Kurt,
Kitty, the girls…” He blew out a pent
up breath and said much more calmly, “I’m new to this parenting thing and
frankly it scares the bejeezus out of me.
I was asking Astrid how she dealt with all this girl crap and she just
sta tel telling me stories.”
Storm’s
eyes narrowed. She hated the irrational
jealousy she felt bubbling inside her but even a goddess is prone to fits of
irrationality. “You were acting like an
oversexed teenager!”
“Excuse
me?”
“The…the
leaning and laughing and…and…leaning!”
Logan
blinked at her, amazed. “Storm, are you
jealous?”
“I’m
annoyed.”
“You’re jealous!”
“I
do not waste energy on jealousy.”
“Ro,”
he sighed, moving to hold her but finding himself evaded, “I respectridtrid a
great deal. It’s you that I love.”
“You
have a funny way of showing it.”
Logan
sighed and ran his hand through his already disheveled hair. “Ro, I want us to have a long talk when we
get home, but I assure you—even if Astrid was single, I would much rather have
you.”
Storm
did not respond. Instead, she turned
her back on him and faced the wall resolutely, leaving him to let himself out
of the house before she buried her face in the pillows on her bed and sobbed
highly irrational tears.
[1] Because I
know there is someone who is going to say that it isn’t possible, even
with her mutation, deal with it. She
just phased him through her clothes, if you really want to know. It’s fic.
*shrug *
Family Ties Chapter Twenty Seven (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeatheueenueen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse and Hamster Witch, I think I’m obsessed with
Scotsmen…it’s a sickness, but one I can accept wholeheartedly, lol. InterNutter, TC, and Maxwell Pink get
lots-o-muse kibble for archiving! J ProPhile gets extra smutmuse points just
because and Ramsey, Tex and Jubilee (of the loverly icons) get sparkles and
tiny gnomes. I have a surplus of
gnomes. Readers/Reviewers: I think the
ducks are thinking of performing Hair. One of ‘em is running around with
love beads and naked. Weird. In the meantime, mille grazie for reading
and not flaming me to death! J
Kitty
hushed the giggling Wagner girls before leading them down the long, dark
hallway she affectionately called Auntie Row.
“If we wake them up, we’ll never hear the end of it!” she warned
them. The girls managed to stifle themselves
long enough for Kitty to shut them behind the door of her guest room, then they
burst into a fit of giggles and German chatter that Kitty only half
understood. “We have to be quiet! Storm’s room is next door and if she knows
I’m doing this, she’ll give me the Look.”
Katja,
hearing the capital, smirked. “Is it
like this?” she asked, her face transforming into what Kitty was sure was a
fair approximation of Astrid’s disapproving glare.
“Close,”
she giggled. “More like…” she schooled
her features into disapproving lines and looked down her nose haughtily. In a cool voice, she intoned, “I’m very
disappointed in your behavior, Kitty.”
“Oooooh,” Erika snickered. „No wonder Kurt tries not to piss her
off!“
A few
moments of giggling and settling in passed before Kitty motioned for them all
to be silent again. “Now, I know you
usually don’t do this at your circus, but,” she sighed and shot Erika a
pleading glance before continuing, “I wanted to help Erika…”
Anja
shifted uncomfortably and said, “She’s doing just fine, you know…”
Erika held
up a quelling hand. “No, I’m not…I feel
so awkward and…incomplete. I can’t do
half the things I used to yet and I’m always afraid I’m going to forget
something. I’m sure that will change
eventually, but until I’m completely healed, I’m miserable up there, thinking
that I’m slighting the audience…slighting the family…”
There was a
silent wave of pained acknowledgement that passed between the three sisters,
none wanting to admit the truth of Erika’s words—her uncertainty showed in
performances and made them all verge on uncomfortable, but never distrustful of
her abilities. Finally, Kitty broke the
silence. “I was thinking that, well,
okay…I know you’ll hate me for this because it sounds, like, so
stereotypical…” she paused to huff a breath in embarrassment before forcing
herself onward, “Okay, this is, like, so hard but I was thinking maybe you
could, like, do this whole Gypsy dance thing.”
Erika’s
eyes lit. “You mean like in the movies,
how people think we do?”
“Something
like that,” Kitty allowed.
Katja and
Anja exchanged glances. Anja spoke
up. “Mama wouldn’t be too happy about
that.”
Erika’s
hopeful look became near panic. “I’m
sure Kitty doesn’t mean that whole barefoot with a kerchief and tambourine
thing.” She paused and gave Kitty a
meaningful glance. “You don’t, do you?”
“No! Not like that!” She blushed, aware that not too long ago, that was exactly what
she would have pictured the Romany doing and the image was so incompatible with
what she knew to be the truth that as eas embarrassing. “More like…um…belly dancing.” She hastened to explain tribal belly dance,
one of the many styles in existence, and how it was closely related to many of
the dance styles of the old world groups such the Romany. “If you think your mom would be upset,
though…”
“No,” Erika
said before her sisters could object on her behalf. “I want to do it… It can’t be any scarier dancing in front of
people than it is flying through the air!”
“Belly
dancing?” Katja said dubiously. “Those
costumes…”
“Only the
cabaret costumes are showy like that,” Kitty explained. “We can figure out something more modest on
short notice…”
Anja was
the first to break. She smiled slowly
and nodded. “I think that’d be kind of
cool… And Erika can be the center of
the piece, ja?” They quickly fell to
planning, Kitty digging out music and clearing a space on the floor foractiactice. After several minutes, Anja
broke away from the conversation with her sisters and asked, “Will we have to
wear henna, too?”
“Oh…do you
want to?”
Erika said
shyly, “Well, it is pretty…”
Kitty
smiled and darted from the room to traipse to the kitchen and gather her
hennaing supplies from earlier in the evening.
On her way back to the bedroom, she nearly screamed aloud when Kurt
popped into existence before her. “My
God, don’t you ever stay put?” she hissed.
“Logan
wanted to come talk to Storm. I tagged
along for the ride,” he said, not sounding very happy about it. “He leaned again!”
“Kurt,
sweetie, I don’t want to hear it right now,” Kitty said wearily. “Your sisters are in my room and…and we’re
trying to do something,” she finished lamely.
“Ja, I
know,” he smiled. “Belly dancing. Your voice carries, Schatz.”
“You were
spying, Liebes,” she rejoined. “Now, I
need to get back there before one of them decides to come look for me.”
“They
won’t,” he said firmly, a decidedly wicked expression glinting in his eyes in
the dark. “I know them…they’ll stay put
for at least an hour before working up the courage to wander a strange house at
night. We have time.”
“Time for
what?” she wondered. “Oh!” Blushing furiously, she shook her head. “Kurt, we can’t! The house is full of people, some of them still awake, and if we
get caught…”
“We won’t,”
he said with great certainty. It was
with that he took her elbow for her hands were full and ported into the
kitchen, blessedly dark save for the green glow of the clock on the
microwave. “We won’t get caught if you
can stay quiet,” he said, smiling.
Kitty
backed against the counter ant het her henna supplies down without breaking eye
act act with his glowing eyes. “Kurt, you’re insane.”
„Ja, and you love it,“ he
said, grinning all the more. He was
against her in a heartbeat, giving he roo room to move as he pinned her wrists
gently but firmly to the counter on either side of her. “Katzchen,” he said softly, dipping his head
to sample the curve of her neck where it met her shoulder. She only sighed in response, all the
encouragement he needed. She moved
against him willingly, just short of wantonly, entreating him with her sighs and
murmurs giving way to clasping fingers and swaying hips brushing against his
painfully hard erection. Kurt’s hands
skimmed under her shirt, finding the silky material of her bra and pushing it
aside to revel in the feel of her soft skin under his hands, the turgid peaks
tantalizing to touch. He bent her back
as he pushed her shirt up, exposing the rose-tipped mounds to his eager lips
and tongue and teeth. Kitty gasped loudly
and clutched at his shoulders, silently begging for more while her nervousness
about being caught thrummed palpably between them. His hands spanned across her waist, his thumbs tracing lazy
circles on her stomach as he moved from one breast to the other, her heat
obvious and begging between them. Kitty
was the one to incite the denouement, reaching between them to phase her hand
through his jeans and grasp his length.
It was then his turn to gasp and moan as she stroked his arousal,
rocking her hips against him in time to her manipulations. Kurt was not quite sure how it happened, but
she was against him and he was within her, her legs around his waist and her
back braced against the counter, their clothes strangely intact thanks to her
phasing abilities but their bodies most definitely joined.[1] He felt her quickening around him as he
moved within her, the silken, damp heat of her desire making his mind melt and
seep through his veins in golden sparks, all culminating low in his belly in a
tight and burning sensation. Kitty’s
teeth sank into his shoulder as she fought the urge to cry out, her ecstasy
coming out as a muffled groan into his flesh as she seemed to melt around him,
her body becoming heavy with lethargy even as she clung to him all the
more. His own release was a profound
relief of the tensions built in his body, heat flooding his limbs and chest,
making him throw his head back and grit his teeth in desperate silence. After several panting, grasping moments, he
let her slide to the ground and leaned against her to regain a sense of
equilibrium, murmuring her name and endearments the whole time.
“Logan’s
going to know,” she said after a moment.
“Let him,”
he sighed, stroking her hair back from her eyes. “It’s a sickness, I think.”
“What is?”
“How much I
want you all the time. No matter what’s
going on in our lives, I always want you.
I want to revel in you always…”
After a
long moment, she asked, “Are you drunk?”
Kurt was
taken aback before the humor of it struck him.
“I’m being melodramatic, am I?”
At her nod, he grinned and kissed her soundly. “Well, at least I’m not doing it in rhyme!”
“Thank God
for that!” She gathered her henna and
smiled ruefully. “I have to go…”
“Ich Liebe dich.”
„Me, too, sweetie. Now go before Logan comes looking, too!”
Kurt sighed
and watched her go before porting to the car to wait what seemed like an
interminable amount of time for Logan to return.
“I was not
flirting!” he snarled, barely controlling his annoyance.
“What was
it then?” Storm demanded.
Logan had
never truly seen her lose her temper but he had a feeling that he was about
to. “What was all that with Johannes
anyway?”
“Don’t
change the subject!”
“It’s the
same subject!” he growled. His ears
picked up the tinny music coming from what could only be Kitty’s room and he
groaned inwardly. Belly dancing
again. Great. I wish she wouldn’t do
that. Half Pint shouldn’t act sexual.
“I was talking
to Johannes,” Storm said, suddenly calm.
“Just talking, like you were with Astrid.”
“Astrid and
I were talking about the kids, if you must know!” he finally said after a long,
jaw clenching moment of silence. “Kurt,
Kitty, the girls…” He blew out a pent
up breath and said much more calmly, “I’m new to this parenting thing and
frankly it scares the bejeezus out of me.
I was asking Astrid how she dealt with all this girl crap and she just
sta tel telling me stories.”
Storm’s
eyes narrowed. She hated the irrational
jealousy she felt bubbling inside her but even a goddess is prone to fits of
irrationality. “You were acting like an
oversexed teenager!”
“Excuse
me?”
“The…the
leaning and laughing and…and…leaning!”
Logan
blinked at her, amazed. “Storm, are you
jealous?”
“I’m
annoyed.”
“You’re jealous!”
“I
do not waste energy on jealousy.”
“Ro,”
he sighed, moving to hold her but finding himself evaded, “I respectridtrid a
great deal. It’s you that I love.”
“You
have a funny way of showing it.”
Logan
sighed and ran his hand through his already disheveled hair. “Ro, I want us to have a long talk when we
get home, but I assure you—even if Astrid was single, I would much rather have
you.”
Storm
did not respond. Instead, she turned
her back on him and faced the wall resolutely, leaving him to let himself out
of the house before she buried her face in the pillows on her bed and sobbed
highly irrational tears.
[1] Because I
know there is someone who is going to say that it isn’t possible, even
with her mutation, deal with it. She
just phased him through her clothes, if you really want to know. It’s fic.
*shrug *