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Take Me Out Tonight	By : Darkhoelme Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Het - Male/Female Views: 5748 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Still no smut, for those who�re
waiting for it, that�ll be a couple more chapters coming. Once we get to it,
though, there should be more than enough for even the biggest junky. And
seriously, reviews�d be nice guys�really. Even just a simple �love it/hate
it/ew gross incest!� or what have you�.

Kurt

Apparently the soggy, cheesy remains of his nachos didn't
really appeal to her, because she eyed them for only a moment before looking
back at the dance floor.

"Something tells me they'll be steering clear of
Dazzler music for awhile."

"That might actually be a reason to be grateful for
The Concert from Hell last night," he agreed with a wry grimace. He'd gone
for the experience, not the music, after all...though the experience ended up
being one he could have lived without, obviously. Still, turned out no one had
been seriously hurt, so if it saved him from being bombarded by Dazzler music
everywhere he'd try to look on the bright side.

He watched from the corner of his eye, waiting, as she
geared herself up for the apparently soul-destroying trauma of braving the
dance floor, and when she finally declared herself ready he slipped to his feet
with a sad lack of his normal grace to tease her lack of enthusiasm and offer her his hand to the dance floor. Some days it was just
harder than others to get used to maneuvering without the tail for
counter-balance, especially when his legs just weren't designed for this whole
fully upright walking thing either. Amazingly enough, though,
she didn't take the opening to mock him, not that it would have bothered him
much if she had.

She didn't respond to the invitation immediately, though,
and he waited, hand extended and head cocked inquisitively before finally
promising not to step on her toes if that was her problem. That got an eyeroll
and some nervous laughter, which just made it that much more apparent how
not-enthused she was about this whole affair.

Still, she did finally stand up and consider his offered
hand - after a quick and deadly glance at the couple one table over who looked
like they were gonna be looking for a bit more privacy pretty soon the way they
were going. Thinking about what she couldn't have, all too obviously. Refusing
to believe that she ever could have it, he was sure, and he sighed quietly, the
sound covered up by the music. His smile was firmly in place again before she'd
turned back to him, though, and he closed his thick fingers around her much
smaller ones as she took his hand.

He grinned and tugged her gently toward a clear spot on
the dance floor as the heavy downbeat from the next song vibrated through his
ribcage and ignored the small, definitely hellbound on the next express, corner
of his brain that lamented the fact this wasn't really a bump and grind song
and started to move to the music. He smiled encouragement at her as he made the
adjustments to his balance that having his tail stuffed down his pants
required.

This was gonna work, really it was. A couple of dances, a
bit more caffeine and she'd totally loosen up and just enjoy the experience. Totally.

Rogue

Kurt was way too happy about this. The grin on his face
was annoying, to say the least. He was really enjoying seeing her squirm, it
seemed. Or maybe his tail was doing weird, perverted things inside his pants.
It was hard to tell. Luckily, he led her toward a relatively deserted part of
the dance floor. Less chance of bumping into anyone.
She quirked the corner of her mouth up in appreciation as the song changed.
Okay. Dancing.

Fuck. Rogue wasn't what one would call a skilled dancer.
She could follow choreography just fine- they'd done that in the musical, but
just plain dancing? She only knew what she'd learned from Kitty. And that
wasn't saying much. Kurt smiled again and started bouncing... probably more due
to the tail down his pants than the actual dancing. The tail stuffed down his
pants. Well, now her mind was in the gutter. That was great. Just
great.

She started moving to the music, not really getting into
it. Even though the song wasn't the type that should have suggested dry humping
right out in the middle of the dance floor, a surprisingly large amount of the
people there were doing it anyway. She turned her head away from one
interesting display and was immediately assaulted with another. Goddamn it, the
whole night was just going to be torturous.

If only there was some way to discreetly impair one of
them, force them to leave the dance floor. Another thing to
add to the "Things Jean is good for" list. Turning
off light switches, getting venereal diseases, and hurting people anonymously.
And that was about it, really.

She looked at Kurt again, finally giving in to the Kitty
in her head who insisted that the way she danced was perfectly normal. Yeah, maybe for a shampoo commercial. Still, it was
something. And it was better than standing there like an idiot.

Kurt

At least Rogue seemed to like the song, though she wasn't
really getting into the dancing part. Just kind of moving a bit in place and
looking around at the other couples and groups on the dance floor...a good few
of whom seemed to think that this was actually perfect bump and grind music, as
evidenced by a hefty amount of dry humping going on in every direction. Of
course, that could be fun even when you were just dancing with a 'friend', but
Kurt somehow doubted that Rogue would buy that...or that it would really be a
good idea even if she did.

Finally, though, she did loosen up a bit and...whoa, actually had a few moves. Absorbed from Kitty, but
still, they were working for her. If she kept that up she was definitely gonna
be getting some attention on the floor...which probably wasn't going to make
her all that happy, now that he thought about it. Still, it was a start. If she
could just focus on the music and the dancing and the having fun part, and not
the being surrounded by people who were doing everything short of fucking on
the dance floor she just might end up having a good time.

Reaching out, he placed a hand on her shoulder, danced a
bit closer both to try and distract her from a dance floor full of teens in the
throes of foreplay and to make sure that the dude eyeing her from the edge of
the floor got the picture and didn't try to pick her up. Didn't need to wreck
what little progress they'd made by having her pop an aneurism and go ninja on
his pimply ass or something. Definitely didn't need to avoid accidental
death just because she'd pre-empted it with intentional death, after all.

"It's all about the music and the moving and to hell
with everything else," he told her, smiling encouragingly as he moved his
hand but stayed close, eyes half-lidded as he slipped further into the beat of
the music, the feel of moving to it.

Rogue

Okay, it wasn't too bad. If she ignored... well, most of
everything. Kurt put a hand on her shoulder and she looked down at it questioningly,
but made no move to brush it off. He knew. He knew that he had to be as careful
as possible, and even though she questioned that very frequently, it was the
only sure thing contact-wise in the club. Kurt would be careful. Besides, he
was wearing his uniform gloves. People felt the fur before they felt the
fingers. Kurt was safe. Hand-wise, at least.

She closed her eyes, still trying not to focus on the
people behind them. And beside them. And in front of them. And... fuck, it wouldn't surprise her if they were up on the
ceiling, too. She turned, sick of watching the same couple
playing tonsil tag and riding each other's thighs. "It's all
about the music and the moving and to hell with everything else." She
raised a skeptical eyebrow. What, was he suddenly the
clubbing guru or something? Besides, she was moving. He was the one who
stepped in, coming closer to her and making it harder for her to move. Comfortably, at least.

She clenched her eyes shut in an attempt to ignore not
only the gratuitous rubbing happening, but also the girl from earlier and her
friends, who were watching them far too attentively. And
holding a camera phone. Jesus. Why was "get a fucking life" so
hard to understand?

Kurt

Rogue kept moving, didn't even object when he placed his
hand on her shoulder and moved protectively closer...but she also kept darting
her eyes around, face fixed in a grimace as her attention skipped around the
other couples on the dance floor. Okay, so maybe it wasn't going to work. Kurt
might be an incurable optimist in most things, but he wasn't a complete moron
and that was not the face of someone who was loosening up and starting to enjoy
the experience. It was more like someone enduring torture in the hopes that it
would end soon and they could make an escape.

Kurt sighed as she clenched her eyes shut, slowing his
movements and sliding his hand down to squeeze her upper arm. Waited until her eyes opened before speaking.

"Y'know, why don't we just forget the clubbing?"
he asked, voice pitched to carry over the music. "The music really isn't
that great and," his nose wrinkled slightly in distaste as he looked
meaningfully around the room, "the crowd kinda leaves something to be
desired.

"Totally not worth hours stuck in spandex with my
tail jammed down my pants. I just need to hit the little boys' room
first," he added with an apologetic shrug. "Meet you outside?"

Rogue

She felt a slight pressure on her arm and opened her eyes.
"Y'know, why don't we just forget the clubbing?" She frowned,
not wanting to ruin his good time because she was being neurotic. "The
music really isn't that great and the crowd kinda leaves something to be
desired." She smiled a bit, nodding. Yeah, leaving was okay. And if it really wasn't that big of a deal to him... yeah. "Totally
not worth hours stuck in spandex with my tail jammed down my pants."
And there was that tail in the pants again. Little too much information, but he
really didn't seem to mind leaving. "I just need to hit the little
boys' room first," he added with an apologetic shrug. "Meet you
outside?"

She nodded again. "Yeah, okay."

Turning, she looked for the door. Somehow, she'd gotten
all disoriented, and the darkness really didn't help. Finally, she spied people
coming in through a door that looked familiar, and headed out that way. After
working her way through a few autograph seekers and a couple of jackasses who
were happy to talk about her loud enough that she could hear them, but scared
shitless of mutants to the point where even looking at them made them meld back
into the crowd, she stepped out into the warm night, exhaling.

She walked past the parking lot and clear across to the
edge of the bluffs, where they went down to the shoreline. Stepping off the
road and climbing over the guardrail, she leaned against the aluminum and
looked out over the ocean. It was ridiculous, really. So
incredibly fucked up that she couldn't even pretend to be normal.
And on top of things, she'd made it harder for Kurt to have a good, normal time
too. He'd been looking forward to the evening since he managed to talk her into
it shortly after he and Kitty got the tickets to Dazzler. And what had she
done? Cut it short because she couldn't bear the sight of people doing things
that she could never do, having things that she could never have.

And that's what happened when she tried to be social. She
just ended up fucking up other people's days as well as her own. It was just...
she sighed, closing her eyes again. Fucked up. That's
what it was. Completely and utterly fucked up. What
other words could describe it? Snapping her eyes open, she kicked a rock out
over the small cliff. Wasn't more than a two foot drop to the next level, went down like that all the way to the beach, and the
rock hit each level of rock with a satisfying clack before splashing into the
water.

Fucked up. Maybe she should change her name to that, give people fair
warning. Sure as hell beat "Anna Raven." What a goddamn joke. Wasn't
even her real name, but it was what she was registered as, what her driver's
license said. Load of bullshit. Every time she had to show ID, and someone
addressed her by that name, she felt like punching them. Like she didn't have
enough mental scarring from Mystique anyway, she had to be constantly reminded
too.

Sighing, she crossed her arms and stared out at the moon,
not really focusing on anything in particular except just how fucked up things
were. She'd have to apologize to Kurt, think of something to do to make it up
to him. She should have known that she'd ruin the night out. She always did.
Fuck. She just wanted to go home.
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