Quixotic

Quixotic Chapter Thirty One (NC-17)




Quixotic Chapter Thirty One (NC-17)

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“Whoa…didn’t
know you two were coming!”

Tabby made
a ningning noise as she hefted Lucas into Kitty’s arms. “I had to get out of the apartment. Wanda was driving me nuts!”

“Love you
two, blondie,” Wanda growled, handing the diaper bag to her girlfriend. “Scotid sid someone would be around to keep
an eye on the snotmonkey and Tabby wanted to get out, so…”

Kitty
actually smiled. “I’ll watch him!”

“You sure?”
Tabby asked dubiously. “I would have
thought you and Kurt would be trying to find all the mistletoe…”

“Kurt’s…indisposed,”
she responded carefully. “I’ll just take him upstairs until you two are ready
to leave, okay?”

Wanda
opened her mouth to protest but instead said, “Well, if you’re sure… I’ll tell
Storm or something that you’re up there.”

“Thanks,”
Kitty sighed. “Wave by to mommy!” She
picked up Lucas’s hand aade ade him wave to Tabby. “And mommy two…”

Tabby
snorted. “Just Wanda.”

Wanda
rolled her eyes. “Chicks are weird…c’mon. I want a drink…”

Kitty kept
her smile until the she turned to go up the stairs, dodging incoming guests
with alacrity. “Lucas, you have no idea
how weird a bunch of people we’re dealing with here,” she muttered. The noise of the burgeoning party faded
somewhat as she gained the second floor, which was seemingly devoid of people
save her and Lucas. She jostled open
the door to her room, still unsure about phasing with a baby, and settled him
on her bed, surrounded by pillows to keep him from rolling off. With a pained sigh, she shut the door and
kicked off her shoes. “I don’t care
what Jean says, I’m going to look for him…”
Lucas gurgled happily, kicking his legs as he tried to roll onto his
stomach. “No, you don’t have to help,”
Kitty said absently, as if he had spoken to her. Who can I get to watch Lucas, though? Everyone but Amara is at the party…and Lance
is with her… So don’t want to expose a kid to that, whatever they’re up to…
Rogue, maybe? She had seen Rogue
and Todd going between their rooms earlier, carrying socks and t-shirts, giving
the impression they were going somewhere.
Hm. Not another elopement,
please! Ah! She heard Jubilee’s voice calling to Remy as
she headed downstairs.

“So ginger
ale or something stronger?”

“Jubes!” Kitty phased her upper body through the door
to catch her friend in time.

“The Ghost
of Chanukah Present!” Jubilee grinned. “Whatcha
doin’?”
“Can you keep an eye on Lucas
for a few minutes? I need to do
something…” Kitty phased through the
door entirely and opened it to keep an eye on the baby while she talked to
Jubilee.

lee lee
looked as if she were going to say no, but a strange smile crept across her
features. “I’d love to,
Kitty! Let me get Remy a drink and I’ll
get the kiddo on my way back!”

Kitty
smiled in thanks and hurried back to Lucas.
“You get to visit Auntie Jubes and Uncle Remy for a bit… I know he
smells like smoke but try to ignore it.
Just hold your breath or something…”
By the time Jubilee had returned holding a can of soda, Kitty had
changed into jeans and a t-shirt and was zipping up her jacket. “Do me a favor, Jubes,” she asked a bit
breathlessly.

“Oooookay…Oof,
he’s heavy!”

“If anyone
asks where I am, tell them I had a headache and went to lay down and check on
me once okay?”[1]

Jubilee
snorted. “ thi thing, Kit… Just don’t
get arrested, okay?”

“I’ll try—and
don’t psychologically damage Lucas, okay?”

“I’ll try.”

 

Kurt edged
closer to the end of the branch, his fingers flexing in anticipation. He could hear her coming down the stairs,
her footsteps familiar and light as she hurried in her sneakers. He could smell the very faint perfume of her
skin and hair as she moved closer and finally, he could see her at the bottom
of the stairs. There was one old man,
pausing to ask her a question and then she was alone. The party was surprisingly loud for, as Scott said, a bunch of
old people, and Warren was holding sway as the wit of the hour, his wings
cleverly concealed by some trick of tailoring.
Perfect, Kurt thought as Kitty checked her jacket’s zipper again
and fished her gloves from her pockets.
“Katzchen,” he called softly.

She
froze. “Kurt?” she breathed. “Kurt, where you you? And why am I thinking of Poltergeist now?”[2]

“Over here,”
he said a little more loudly. His voice
echoed just enough off the walls and ceiling to confuse her. She turned a full circle, looking into the
dark of the rec room and the study before looking back up the stairs. “Warmer,” he said to her chagrin.

“Kurt, quit
playing. Where are you?”

He sprung,
pulling the tree down again in his wake.
“Verdammten Tannebaum!” he growled, grabbing Kitty in a flying tackle
that took them both to the floor. “It
wasn’t supposed to go like that.”

“Kurt,
where have you been?” she cried, ignoring the pain in her back.

“Ah, wonder
more about where we’re going,” he grinned, teleporting before she could ask any
more questions.



Emma winced
as she drew to a halt behind Sto “Tr “Tree
again?”

“This,” she
said dryly, “is why I do not celebrate Christmas.”
“I thought it was because you
were a goddess worshipper,” Emma retorted dryly.

“Picky,
picky,” Storm murmured dryly. “Was it
Kurt again?”

Logan
sighed. “Smells like Elf, looks like
Elf damage…”

“That’s a
yes,” the weather goddess sighed. Smiling
brightly, she turned back to the guests that had trailed out behind them at the
sound of the crash. “Just an accident
with the tree…nog mag major. Let’s go
back in…”

With some
herding and prodding, the guests minus Emma, Banshee and Storm were returned to
the party “Now what?” Banshee
sighed.

“Now, we
clean up the tree and go on as if nothing had happened.”

“Not…quite…”
Emma corrected Storm. “Kurt’s mother’s
been calling every hour on the hour, demanding to know what’s going on. She’s due for a call in about ten
minutes. I’m tired of lying to her so
you take it, please.”

Storm
sighed. “Logan has a much better
rapport with her… I’ll get him to wait by the phone.”

Banshee
raised a brow as Storm disappeared back into the party. “She afraid of that woman?”

“Storm isn’t
afraid of anyone,” Emma said dryly, picking up some shattered ornaments with
her finger tips. “I, however, have a
healthy respect for the German language and it’s ability to make even the
simplest command sound dire.[3]
“

Banshee
grinned to himself. “So you’re scared
of her, then?”

“Mmm.” Emma sighed and straightened, tugging her
skirt back to it’s more appropriate length.
“I told you we should have said something.”

“He looked
so peaceful, curled up in the tree though.”

“Sean
Cassidy, for a man with so much street smarts you have no common sense.”

“What’s
that supposed to mean?” he demanded, following her towards the kitchen where
she looked for the trash can. “I’ve got
plenty of common sense!”

“If you had
common sense,” she said slowly, dusting her hands over the bin, “you wouldn’t
be standing there.”

“What’s
that supposed to mean?” he demanded.

Emma
strolled over to where he stoodanceanced up and smiled. “Mistletoe.” She kissed him without haste, startling him
into not trying to break away. After
what seemed like forever, she stepped back.
“And this is all your fault.”

“What?” But she was already gone.

 





[1] Shades of
the older sister in Dirty Dancing.


[2] If, for some
bizarre reason, you haven’t seen the movie, the mother can hear Carol Anne
calling her but can’t see her after the ghosty things happen. “Carol Anne! Where are you? Come to mommy Carol Anne!” *ahem *
Okay. Done now…

[3] *blush *
Just teasing, Foxy…