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Family Ties Chapter Thirty One (NC-17)
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Kitty
blinked slowly awake and nearly screamed at the sight presented to her. Three elderly women with various expressions
of displeasure on their faces peered down at her, all with curlers in their
hair and smelling faintly of Emeraude and analgesic cream. “Morning, Aunties.”
Hannah, the
oldest of the three, said, “Esther tells us you have a boyfriend.”
“Yes…”
The one
with slightly darker hair, Channah, said, “And he isn’t Jewish.”
“No, he
isn’t…” Kitty fought the urge to
he
her sheets up over her head and hide but did not fail to glare past her aunts
at Esther, hovering in the doorway.
“And,”
Hanna, who claimed her red hair was natural but no one was going to tell her
the ruse was failing, intoned “he’s in the circus!”
“That’s
right. And,” Kitty said, heading them
off at the pass, “he’s not only German but he’s Romany, too. In fact, Romany before German if you want to
get picky about it.”
A moment of
murmured conversation between the three aunts passed before Hannah, the de
facto spokeswoman of the group, said, “We don’t approve.”
“Sorry to r thr that,” Kitty sighed.
“We don’t
like your tone, either!”
“Sorry…” She sighed again and slid out of bed.
Channah ,
shaking her finger at Kitty sternly, said, “We have to meet this young
man. We don’t want you throwing your
life away like Esther here!”
Esther let
out a growl of frustration. “He’s Jewish!”
“He’s a
mechanic!” Hanna replied.
“So?” Esther shook her head sadly. “I’ve got to eat something so I don’t throw
up all over the rabbi later…”
“Abandon
me, why don’t you?” Kitty muttered, wondering where Storm had wandered off to
that morning. “Um, excuse me, Aunties.
I need to get dressed…”
Hannah, who
had been poking through the contents of the dresser, held up a scrap of
fabric. “Where’s the rest of this?”
Kitty felt
the color drain from her face before flooding back in a blush to end all
blushes. “That’s all there is.” She grabbed the thong from her great aunt’s
grasp and stuffed it back in the drawer.
Channah
gasped and shook her head. “Indecent!”
Kitty
groaned. “You get to meet Kurt at the
wedding. He’s coming, along with some
other friends of mine that Esther invited.”
This seemed to placate the aunts somewhat as they left her in peace to
dress, though not without a parting mutter in Ladino about modesty and
underclotheom Hom Hanna. I am not
going to scream. I am not going to
scream… She grabbed the pillow off
her bed and muffled a scream into it. I
lied.
Logan
grunted thanks as Astrid handed him a mug of strong coffee. “Half Pint should be here soon with the
girls,” he said by way of greeting.
Kurt’s ears
almost literally perked up at this.
“Really? What time?”
Astrid
laughed. “You’ll see her enough
tonight. This morning, practice! We have a matinee before you can go to the
wedding!”
Kurt sighed
dejectedly. “Ja, Mutti.”
Logan
grinned. “I gotta say, Astrid, I really
admire how well your kids’ve turned out.
Even,” he added with a sly glance in Kurt’s direction, “that one.”
Kurt smiled
thinly. “I won’t tell anyone you said
so.”
Astrid
cocked her head to one side and fixed Logan with a bemused gaze. “I really don’t understand why you think
it’s so miraculous none of my children are delinquents or something awful. I love them dearly but I didn’t do anything
out of the ordinary to make them this way.”
Logan shook
his head. “If you’d seen even a quarter
of the things that I’ve seen, you wouldn’t say that…”
Johannes
chose this moment to make his appearance.
“The rig is set up,” he said brightly in English in deference to
Logan. “Ah, Logan. Is your friend Ororo coming with Kitty this
morning?”
Logan’s
grip on the mug tightened so drastically that the handle snapped off and hot
coffee spilled all over his shirt.
Brushing away Astrid’s attempts to clean it up, he growled, “What’s it
to ya?”
Johannes
blinked in surprise. “Just…asking. She seemed nice and I would like to continue
my conversation with her.”
Kurt ground
his teeth in irritation before biting out, “You’ve no right getting defensive,
Logan.”
“Watch it,
Elf,” he said under his breath even as Astrid shot her son a distinctly
harassed glare. “I was just wonderin’
as you two seemed to friendly last night,” he said to Johannes.
“I’m a
friendly person,” Johannes said, his annoyance rising. “Are you accusing me of making eyes at a
woman other than my wife?”
“I’m not
accusin’ you of anything,” Logan shrugged.
“I’m gonna go wait outside for Kitty.”
Kurt slid
from his seat and followed Logan out the door, unhampered by his parents. “What the Hell do you think you’re doing,
accusing my father of flirting with Storm?” he demanded.
“Same thing
you were accusin’ me of flirting with your mother,” Logan replied, staring into
the middle distance.
“You heard
that?”
“Yep.”
“Damn.”
“Yep.” Logan finally looked down at Kurt and
snorted softly, the Wolverine equivalent of a heartfelt sigh. “Look, Kid, your mother would never, in a
million years, hurt your father on purpose.”
“You
wouldn’t stop her if she wanted to…with you…” Kurt said somewhat haltingly.
Logan
raised an eyebrow. “Not now, I
wouldn’t. Maybe before, but not now.”
This did
not comfort Kurt at all. “You mean you’d
break up a marriage?” he cried, outraged.
“Didn’t say
that, did I?”
“Ja! You said…”
“I said,
not now I wouldn’t. I respect Astrid
too much and I love Storm.” He shifted
uncomfortably and looked anywhere but at Kurt.
“Just tell your dad to stop makin’ eyes at Ro, would ya?”[1]
“My father,”
Kurt began, but cut himself off. “Never
mind.”
Logan pursed
his lips as if he were restraining a flow of words but otherwise remained
quiet. After a tense few seconds, he
said flatly, “Half Pint’s here.”
The three
Wagner sisters came running pell-mell towards the trailer, followed more sedately
by Kitty and Storm. All of their hands
and, from what Kurt could tell, their feet, were decorated with henna patterns,
Kitty’s the most elaborate and fraught with symbolism. “Hey,” he said dully, his bad mood leaking
through his words.
“What’s
going on?” Kitty demanded, her glance shifting between her boyfriend and
Logan. “Kurt…”
Storm
sighed. “I think I know.” She moved to stand directly in front of
Logan and peered up at him. “We need to
talk.”
“About damn
time,” he said, moving to take her elbow only to find her out of reach.
“Not here,
not now. Tonight, after the wedding.” She turned on her heel and strode back in
the direction of the car.
“What was
that about?” Kurt asked aloud.
“I’ll tell
you later,” Kitty sighed. She had
already developed several theories as to Storm’s sudden mood and Logan’s
attitude towards Astrid, but all of them were too long to go into just
then. “Oh, here…you two have to wear
these tonight.”
Kurt looked
down at the object in his hands and sighed.
“Not a reform congregation, huh?”
Logan
looked almost uncomfortable. “Yarmulke?”
“Yep. Just for the ceremony,” Kitty amended. “My
family won’t get picky about it during the afterwards bit. Well, maybe the Aunties but not really…Oh,
that reminds me!” She gave Kurt a hard,
intense hug and said, “I’m so sorry for tonight.”
“What are
you talking about?” he asked, confused.
“You’ll see…”
“Now you
gonna let me help?”
Wanda
growled low in her throat and glared at Fred.
“How the fuck are you gonna help me when you can’t even get in a car?”
“We ain’t
gotta use a car to go where I’m takin’ ya,” he muttered, not really offended by
her comment on his size. “We’ve run all
over the town and just ‘bout everywhere around it and you ain’t found her
yet. Lemme help.”
Wanda
narrowed her eyes and glared at the large teenager. “Why the fuck are you so interested anyway? Pietro put you up to it? What’s the Brotherhood want with us?”
“Nothing,”
he sighed. “Look, I wanna help,
okay? An’ you ain’t done much ta find
yer girlfriend…”
Wanda
vented her ire by kicking a convenient brick wall. “Sonfoabitch!” she snarled.
“Not wearing the steel toes!
Fuck in a bucket, that hurt!”
“Lemme
help,” Fred repeated.
“Why?”
“Cause…I
kinda…I like her. She was the only one
kinda nice to me an’…um…” He was
turning several shades of red.
Wanda
stared, mouth agape. “You’ve got a
thing for Tabby?” She shook her head. “Who’d
a thunk it? Damn, man…”
“Doesn’t
matter,” he shrugged. “I ain’t her
type.” He let his eyes wander over
Wanda’s figure, clearly indicating that he knew what Tabby’s type apparently
was. “I can help.”
“Fine. Help.”
“We need to
get to the city.”
Wanda kept
a tight rein on the urge to kick the wall again. “How?”
“Dunno. We just need to get there.”
“What’ll we
do there?” she demanded.
“Gonna see
a man about a mutant.”
[1] Vague “Keep
away from my girl” overtones from the movie, huh?
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being helpful. Readers/Reviewers:
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Kitty
blinked slowly awake and nearly screamed at the sight presented to her. Three elderly women with various expressions
of displeasure on their faces peered down at her, all with curlers in their
hair and smelling faintly of Emeraude and analgesic cream. “Morning, Aunties.”
Hannah, the
oldest of the three, said, “Esther tells us you have a boyfriend.”
“Yes…”
The one
with slightly darker hair, Channah, said, “And he isn’t Jewish.”
“No, he
isn’t…” Kitty fought the urge to
he
her sheets up over her head and hide but did not fail to glare past her aunts
at Esther, hovering in the doorway.
“And,”
Hanna, who claimed her red hair was natural but no one was going to tell her
the ruse was failing, intoned “he’s in the circus!”
“That’s
right. And,” Kitty said, heading them
off at the pass, “he’s not only German but he’s Romany, too. In fact, Romany before German if you want to
get picky about it.”
A moment of
murmured conversation between the three aunts passed before Hannah, the de
facto spokeswoman of the group, said, “We don’t approve.”
“Sorry to r thr that,” Kitty sighed.
“We don’t
like your tone, either!”
“Sorry…” She sighed again and slid out of bed.
Channah ,
shaking her finger at Kitty sternly, said, “We have to meet this young
man. We don’t want you throwing your
life away like Esther here!”
Esther let
out a growl of frustration. “He’s Jewish!”
“He’s a
mechanic!” Hanna replied.
“So?” Esther shook her head sadly. “I’ve got to eat something so I don’t throw
up all over the rabbi later…”
“Abandon
me, why don’t you?” Kitty muttered, wondering where Storm had wandered off to
that morning. “Um, excuse me, Aunties.
I need to get dressed…”
Hannah, who
had been poking through the contents of the dresser, held up a scrap of
fabric. “Where’s the rest of this?”
Kitty felt
the color drain from her face before flooding back in a blush to end all
blushes. “That’s all there is.” She grabbed the thong from her great aunt’s
grasp and stuffed it back in the drawer.
Channah
gasped and shook her head. “Indecent!”
Kitty
groaned. “You get to meet Kurt at the
wedding. He’s coming, along with some
other friends of mine that Esther invited.”
This seemed to placate the aunts somewhat as they left her in peace to
dress, though not without a parting mutter in Ladino about modesty and
underclotheom Hom Hanna. I am not
going to scream. I am not going to
scream… She grabbed the pillow off
her bed and muffled a scream into it. I
lied.
Logan
grunted thanks as Astrid handed him a mug of strong coffee. “Half Pint should be here soon with the
girls,” he said by way of greeting.
Kurt’s ears
almost literally perked up at this.
“Really? What time?”
Astrid
laughed. “You’ll see her enough
tonight. This morning, practice! We have a matinee before you can go to the
wedding!”
Kurt sighed
dejectedly. “Ja, Mutti.”
Logan
grinned. “I gotta say, Astrid, I really
admire how well your kids’ve turned out.
Even,” he added with a sly glance in Kurt’s direction, “that one.”
Kurt smiled
thinly. “I won’t tell anyone you said
so.”
Astrid
cocked her head to one side and fixed Logan with a bemused gaze. “I really don’t understand why you think
it’s so miraculous none of my children are delinquents or something awful. I love them dearly but I didn’t do anything
out of the ordinary to make them this way.”
Logan shook
his head. “If you’d seen even a quarter
of the things that I’ve seen, you wouldn’t say that…”
Johannes
chose this moment to make his appearance.
“The rig is set up,” he said brightly in English in deference to
Logan. “Ah, Logan. Is your friend Ororo coming with Kitty this
morning?”
Logan’s
grip on the mug tightened so drastically that the handle snapped off and hot
coffee spilled all over his shirt.
Brushing away Astrid’s attempts to clean it up, he growled, “What’s it
to ya?”
Johannes
blinked in surprise. “Just…asking. She seemed nice and I would like to continue
my conversation with her.”
Kurt ground
his teeth in irritation before biting out, “You’ve no right getting defensive,
Logan.”
“Watch it,
Elf,” he said under his breath even as Astrid shot her son a distinctly
harassed glare. “I was just wonderin’
as you two seemed to friendly last night,” he said to Johannes.
“I’m a
friendly person,” Johannes said, his annoyance rising. “Are you accusing me of making eyes at a
woman other than my wife?”
“I’m not
accusin’ you of anything,” Logan shrugged.
“I’m gonna go wait outside for Kitty.”
Kurt slid
from his seat and followed Logan out the door, unhampered by his parents. “What the Hell do you think you’re doing,
accusing my father of flirting with Storm?” he demanded.
“Same thing
you were accusin’ me of flirting with your mother,” Logan replied, staring into
the middle distance.
“You heard
that?”
“Yep.”
“Damn.”
“Yep.” Logan finally looked down at Kurt and
snorted softly, the Wolverine equivalent of a heartfelt sigh. “Look, Kid, your mother would never, in a
million years, hurt your father on purpose.”
“You
wouldn’t stop her if she wanted to…with you…” Kurt said somewhat haltingly.
Logan
raised an eyebrow. “Not now, I
wouldn’t. Maybe before, but not now.”
This did
not comfort Kurt at all. “You mean you’d
break up a marriage?” he cried, outraged.
“Didn’t say
that, did I?”
“Ja! You said…”
“I said,
not now I wouldn’t. I respect Astrid
too much and I love Storm.” He shifted
uncomfortably and looked anywhere but at Kurt.
“Just tell your dad to stop makin’ eyes at Ro, would ya?”[1]
“My father,”
Kurt began, but cut himself off. “Never
mind.”
Logan pursed
his lips as if he were restraining a flow of words but otherwise remained
quiet. After a tense few seconds, he
said flatly, “Half Pint’s here.”
The three
Wagner sisters came running pell-mell towards the trailer, followed more sedately
by Kitty and Storm. All of their hands
and, from what Kurt could tell, their feet, were decorated with henna patterns,
Kitty’s the most elaborate and fraught with symbolism. “Hey,” he said dully, his bad mood leaking
through his words.
“What’s
going on?” Kitty demanded, her glance shifting between her boyfriend and
Logan. “Kurt…”
Storm
sighed. “I think I know.” She moved to stand directly in front of
Logan and peered up at him. “We need to
talk.”
“About damn
time,” he said, moving to take her elbow only to find her out of reach.
“Not here,
not now. Tonight, after the wedding.” She turned on her heel and strode back in
the direction of the car.
“What was
that about?” Kurt asked aloud.
“I’ll tell
you later,” Kitty sighed. She had
already developed several theories as to Storm’s sudden mood and Logan’s
attitude towards Astrid, but all of them were too long to go into just
then. “Oh, here…you two have to wear
these tonight.”
Kurt looked
down at the object in his hands and sighed.
“Not a reform congregation, huh?”
Logan
looked almost uncomfortable. “Yarmulke?”
“Yep. Just for the ceremony,” Kitty amended. “My
family won’t get picky about it during the afterwards bit. Well, maybe the Aunties but not really…Oh,
that reminds me!” She gave Kurt a hard,
intense hug and said, “I’m so sorry for tonight.”
“What are
you talking about?” he asked, confused.
“You’ll see…”
“Now you
gonna let me help?”
Wanda
growled low in her throat and glared at Fred.
“How the fuck are you gonna help me when you can’t even get in a car?”
“We ain’t
gotta use a car to go where I’m takin’ ya,” he muttered, not really offended by
her comment on his size. “We’ve run all
over the town and just ‘bout everywhere around it and you ain’t found her
yet. Lemme help.”
Wanda
narrowed her eyes and glared at the large teenager. “Why the fuck are you so interested anyway? Pietro put you up to it? What’s the Brotherhood want with us?”
“Nothing,”
he sighed. “Look, I wanna help,
okay? An’ you ain’t done much ta find
yer girlfriend…”
Wanda
vented her ire by kicking a convenient brick wall. “Sonfoabitch!” she snarled.
“Not wearing the steel toes!
Fuck in a bucket, that hurt!”
“Lemme
help,” Fred repeated.
“Why?”
“Cause…I
kinda…I like her. She was the only one
kinda nice to me an’…um…” He was
turning several shades of red.
Wanda
stared, mouth agape. “You’ve got a
thing for Tabby?” She shook her head. “Who’d
a thunk it? Damn, man…”
“Doesn’t
matter,” he shrugged. “I ain’t her
type.” He let his eyes wander over
Wanda’s figure, clearly indicating that he knew what Tabby’s type apparently
was. “I can help.”
“Fine. Help.”
“We need to
get to the city.”
Wanda kept
a tight rein on the urge to kick the wall again. “How?”
“Dunno. We just need to get there.”
“What’ll we
do there?” she demanded.
“Gonna see
a man about a mutant.”
[1] Vague “Keep
away from my girl” overtones from the movie, huh?