Quixotic

Quixotic Chapter Thirty (NC-17)




Quixotic Chapter Thirty (NC-17)

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Kitty had never wanted to be
anywhere less in her life, unless she counted her grandmother’s funeral. The party was due to start at any time and
Kurt was still missing. She twitched
the skirt of her blue dress irritably and glared at Jean in the mirror. “This is stupid. I shouldn’t be going to a party!”

“Kitty, it’s called keeping up
appearances,” Jean sighed, twisting another lock of her friend’s hair into a
curl. “Forge is looking for Kurt, as
are Beast and Jono.” She pulled Kitty’s hair to make her look up. “He’ll be fine!”

Kitty frowned and closed her eyes,
willing Jean to hurry up. “I know I’ve
asked this before, but…what if he’s like this forever?”

Jean sighed and stopped fixing her
hair. “Kitty, he won’t be. He’s…shattering. That’s the only way I can think of to explain it. The picture he
had of himself as Robin Hood is broken and he can’t fix it, but under it, there’s
Kurt. Nightcrawler. He’s going to come back…”

Kitty was on her feet and facing
Jean so quickly the older girl staggered back.
“How do you know? Have you
talked to him? Tell me!”

Jean flung up a warding hand. “Emma scanned him. I asked her to do it…” And
I owe her big time…

Kitty was near to
hyperventilating. “Tell me everything!”

Jean rapidly told Kitty everything
Emma had seen before Kurt closed himself off.
“He knew he was being scanned, Kitty.
That’s a good sign, that he threw up shields. He knows how to do it—Robin Hood wouldn’t. Kurt does!”

Kitty let out a shaky breath. “I’m not going to the party. I’m going to look for him.”

“If you’re not down there, Kitty,
Logan’s ordered to come get you and drag you down.”

“That,” she ground out, “is unfair.”

“It’s necessary. The Professor is rich as anything, but he’s
not a bottomless pit. We need these
fundraisers to keep the school operating more than a few months. These investors want to see what they’re
paying for, namely us. So go down, smile, eat a cracker and then excuse
yourself!”

Kitty fumed silently and sat back
down, allowing Jean to finish fixing her hair.
She knew the telekinetic could read her mind and did not care a whit
what she saw there. For good measure,
she threw in a rather bloody scene of what she would do to people if Kurt got
injured or worse while he was running around unchecked. Jean winced and Kitty smiled.

 

Kurt was grateful to be in the cover
of branches once again. It was comforting almost, he thought to himself. He could see everyone coming and going and
the twinkle of lights looked like some fantasy land to him. It was snowing but he was not cold. He smiled to himself and curled his tail
around a branch. This, he chuckled, was
going to be good. Scott walked near his
hiding spot and Kurt’s grin became more feral.
That one, he thought, is going to scream like a girl. And that one, he added as Remy sauntered by,
is going to swear. He tensed his legs
and unwound his tail, ready to spring as soon as the moment was right.

 

Jubilee smiled tightly at Remy and
took his proffered elbow. “I don’t know
what you have planned for tonight,” she said casuallyut Iut I was thinking it
would be nice to just go get some fast food and watch movies in my room.”

“Mais,” he said, nge nge of panic in
his voice, “I made res’vations…”

She smiled sweetly and smoothed her
dress over her stomach in a seemingly innocent gesture. “Please, baby? I don’t feel up to dealing with crowds… Christmas eve is a bad time to try and have a quiet dinner…” She edged closer and slid her arms around
his neck. “We can watch Secretary[1]
again…”

Remy sighed and kissed her
forehead. “If dat’s what you really
want…”

She made a murmuring noise in her
throat and closed her eyes, tilting her chin up for another kiss which came
quickly, not deep enough to be inappropriate in front of the Professor’s
entering company, but certainly not G-rated.
“Thank you, Remy.”

He assayed a smile and pushed her
away gently. “So what kinda take out
you want?”

“Thai?” she suggested brightly. Remy hated Thai. She smoothed her dress again and winced. “Geez, my ankles are killing me!”

“Thai’s fine,” he said as
non-grudgingly as he could.

She yawned and stretched, twisting
her back to pop it. “Let’s get the
movie started first and maybe we can just have it delivered if one of us goes
down to meet the guy at the gate…”

Remy followed her up the stairs,
still chattering about Thai food and which of the surprising number of places
in the small area they should order from, all the while revising his plan for
the evening. D’accord. I ask her before de movie mais après dinner. Non…if I ask her après dinner, we gonna have
Thai breath an’ dat ain’t good fer kissin’… Mais if we both got it… He
realized belatedly that she asked him a question. “Pardon, ma chere?”

“I asked if you’d rather have
burgers instead…” She made a face to show her opinion on the matter, though she
really thought a cheeseburger would not have been amiss right then.

“Thai fine,” he smiled, following
her into her room.

Jubilee kicked off her shoes and
headed to her shelves of DVD’s and began picking through them. “Oh! Let’s watch Harry Potter instead!”

Remy swallowed a groan. “Mais…dat a kids’ movie!”

She pouted. “Please?”

“Fine, fine… we watch dat freaky kid
wit de glasses…”

Jubilee giggled happily and bounced
over to set up the movie. “Oh,” she
said suddenly, “I meant to ask you earlier… St John said something to me about
your Christmas present… he seems to think that you think it’s something weird…”

Remy blinked. I gonna kill ‘em, he thought even as
he said, “Oh, he an’ I, we jus’ talkin’.
Seem dat Bobby got ‘em some book an’ he didn’ know what ta give ‘em
back.”

Jubilee’s eyes narrowed
fractionally. “I see…” She popped in the movie and sat next to him
on the bed, snuggling closer. As the
opening credits played, she began nibbling his earlobe and neck, sliding her
hands under his shirt.

Remy closed his eyes and sighed, the
feeling of Jubilee’s teeth and lips and tongue on his skin and her hands
pushing him back onto the bed almost made him lose his train of thought. Almost. “Chere, non…we gotta stop.”

“Why?” she demanded, pushing harder
until he fell back onto the pillows. “We’re
all alone…everyone thinks we’re out…”
She redoubled her efforts, straddling his waist with her skirt hiked up
to her hips as she began working open the buttons on his shirt.

Remy grabbed her wrists and held
them out to either side, effectively stopping her progress. “Parce-ce que it could be bad!”

“You doubting my skills?” she asked
archly, wriggling her hips in a very distracting manner.

He sighed painfully. He had not wanted to do this so…poorly. “It might hurt l’enfant.”

She froze. “The what?”

“Jubilee,” he said urgently, sitting
up so that she rested against his knees.
He brought her hands up to his lips and kissed them near desperately
before he continued, “I know you pregnantI foI found de test an…”
“And what?” She was not sure if she wanted to laugh, cry
or slap him.

“Marry me.”

“Is that an order?”

He swore under his breath and rested
his forehead against her chest. “Jubilation,
will you marry me?”

She sighed. “Okay.
When?”









[1] Really
twisted move… BDSM, Maggie Gyllenhall and James Spader. Don’t see it with your parents.