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CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FOUR

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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies,
BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE �, Prophetic Muse�Werewolf! There, wolf! InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink are lovely
and wonderful and sparkled for archiving.
J ProPhile is my problem child this week but
he still gets a gold star, lol. Jubilee is still a nice smutbunny so she and
Tex get musekibble for their muses.
;) Readers/Reviewers: The armlos los are massing�beware�

�Do what?�

Jubilee rolled her eyes and repeated, �I want to go
to New Orleans. Now.�

�Cherie, you know I can�t go dere now��

�Well, Mamou then!�

�How you know Mamou?� Remy asked, amused. He
reclined lazily on the long couch in the rec room, fixing Jubilee with a
piercing gaze.

�I looked on a map for small towns near New
Orleans.� She blew out a harsh breath
and shrugged as if to say �what of it?�
before she poked him in the chest with one finger. �So let�s go. Mamou. We can be there in
twelve hours!�

�Only if you got some superspeed under dem sparkles,
p�tite. More like a day an a half�I
ain�t gonna get no speedin� ticket jus� cause you got de wanderlust.�

�Remy, I have to get out of here NOW�� Jubilee heard the desperation in her own
voice and choked on it. �Fuck it. Never mind.
Maybe I can catch up with Paige and Sam or something��

Remy was on his feet and in front of her before she
could reach the doorway. �P�tite, what
ain�t you tellin� me?�

Jubilee shifted her gaze from his face to her feet
and sighed. �I�d rather not say.�

�Jubilation��

She sighed again, this time with more ire than
before. �Fine. I have to get out of here before my family
comes.�

�Your�family?�
He forced her to look him in the eye by virtue of his finger under her
chin. �Cherie, ain�t dat what you
always wanted? Family?�

�No!� She
shook her head violently. �Famil
th
the loosest sense of the word�� She
fished a crumpled wad of paper out of her pocket and shoved it at him.

�Dis in Chinese,� he said after a moment, handing it
back to her.

�Mandarin, thank you very much,� she sniffed. �Saying it�s Chinese is like saying you Sou Southern instead of Cajun.� Remy inclined his head in acknowledgement as
Jubilee went on, telling him about the contents of the letter as briefly as
possible, hating to even think about it much less voice it. Silence fell for a long moment when she was
done, her eyes wide and almost hopeful.

�Cherie,� he
said heavily, �mebbe you bes� jus� face �em��

�What?� she screeched, backing
up several feet as if his proximity offended her. �You�re fucking insane!�

�Chere, I
can�t be takin� you outta de state. Dat
be kidnappin��

�The
fuck?�

�Technically, we ain�t �xactly legal, you know.� Remy flushed dully and it was his turn to
avert his gaze.

�So?� she
demanded. �That�s never been an issue
with us! Besides, it�s not like you�re
Woody Allen and I�m Soon Yi!�

Remy sighed.
�Dat ain�t de point, chere. What
we do an� what de law say we can do be two diff�rent tings, d�accord?�

She growled in frustration and stalked forward,
glaring at him with all the venom she could muster. �Remy LeBeau, what�s come over you? If I asked you this last week, you wouldn�t have cared�we
would�ve already been gone by now!�

�Dat ain�
true, p�tite��

�Liar!� Jubilee was now so close that the warmth
from their bodies mingled, an invisible link between them that made them both
hyperaware of the other. �What�s the
deal, Gumbo?�

�Ain�t no
prollem, cherie�I jus� wanna be on de up an� up for once, d�accord?� Despite his words, she sensed something
underlying, something he was keeping from her on purpose.

�Remy, I
thought we didn�t have secrets from each other.� He winced at her words,
something that made her surge with anger.
�I see,� she said quietly, stepping back. �Fine. Fine.�

�Chere,� he
began, reaching out to stop her, but she slapped his hand away.

�Don�t,� she
began, but just shook head sadly. �Just
don�t.�

He was going to let her go sulk but something
overcame him and he spun on his heel, catching her before she could pass the
first step to the second floor. �Non,
cherie�attends-moi maintenant! [1]� His
grip tightened as she fought against him but he would not let go. �Sometime we gotta face de monster, eh? It don� mean I don� love you mais
unnerstan��We can�t go runnin� off jus cause somethin� gonna be painful, eh?�

She was torn between slapping him and agreeing with
him; her indecision was actually visible on her face for a few seconds before
she straightened and looked pointedly at the hand resting on her elbow. �Well?�

Remy frowned but let go. �Fine.
You go have your fit an� I gonna go be an adult �bout dis, d�accord?�

Jubilee scowled.
�I�ll remind you of that when I�m being dragged back to China!�

�Dey ain�t
gonna drag you nowhere you don�t wanna go!� he called after her, knowing she
was probably throwing a rude gee hie his way once out of sight. �Des femmes, dey be crazy, eh?� he asked
Kurt, who had impeccable timing with his teleporting it seemed.

�Kitty is
fairly sane,� he said, though he grinned.
�Unless she misses a shoe sale.�

Remy snorted.
�I stand by my statement.�

�Suit
yourself,� Kurt laughed. �Jamie and
Rahre pre playing Twisted Metal upstairs.
Want to play winner?�

�Eh. I got stuff I need ta do��

�That
reminds me,� Kurt said, snapping his fingers in the manner of one who had
forgotten something. �Mandy called
again. Wanted to remind you there�s a
study group tomorrow night at seven at the school.�

�Merci, mon ami,� Remy said,
blushing again for the second time that morning. �You ain�t told no one what�s goin� on, eh?�

�Not a
soul,� he said, one hand over his heart and one raise for veracity. �Not even Kitty!�

�Bon,� he
sighed. �It�s kinda embarassin��.�

�So long as Jubilee doesn�t
get wires crossed, I don�t think she�d mind knowing.�

�What do you
mean?�

�Mandy calling to remind you
about study group, you meeting a group of girls at the college�� Kurt shrugged. �Jubilee�s got a temper.�

�Don�t I
know it��

Kitty was bent over several carrot shaped plastic
bags when Kurt found her a few hours later, fresh from town with several
shopping bags piled before her on the table.
�Hey, sweetie,� she muttered, her tongue between her teeth in
concentration.

�Was ist
das?� he asked, poking at the grainy brown paste in a bowl next to the plastic
baggies.

�Henna
paste. Don�t touch. I don�t think it�ll come out of your fur��

Kurt made a noncommittal noise and sat down across
from her. �What�s it for?�

�The wedding. I want to make sure I have enough.�

�You use henna at Jewish
weddings?� he asked, looking confused.
�I didn�t know that��
sp; sp;

�Well, at
Sephardic weddings, sometimes. They�re
a bit different than Ashkenazic weddings��
Kitty hissed as a glob of henna fell on her thumb. �Shit��

Kurt watched with some appreciation as Kitty washed
her hands hurriedly, which involved much bending and stretchihilehile she
reached for soap and paper towels. When
she finally returned to the table, he stretched his legs so he could hook his
ankles behind hers and tickle the back of her legs wiis tis toes, making her
fight back a giggle. �So tell me how
it�s different�I looked up some Jewish wedding stuff last night, but I didn�t
read anything about henna��

Kitty launched into details on autopilot, her brain
regurgitating information as she filled bags with the paste. �Sorry,� she said after several minutes,
looking up sheepishly. �I�m kinda
distracted. This is the first time I�m
going to be seeing any member of my family since�you know��

Kurt nodded.
�Do you think that your parents will be there?�

�Logan is my parent now,� she
said, somewhat thickly, before shoving the bowl and bags to one side. �Sorry.�

�Don�t
be.� He ran his toes up the back of her
leg again. �So tell me more about these
weddings�what am I going to need to do so I don�t offend anyone?�

�Well,�
Kitty said, grinning, �eat a lot. That
side of the family is Greek. They�ll
feed you until you burst!�

�No problem
there!�

�And
dance! We dance a lot on that side.�

�Ah�maybe
you can practice for me later?� he
said, winking.

Kitty blushed prettily and ducked her head. �Not this week. Bad time.�

�So?�

�Kurt!� She looked horrified.

�It�s
nature.�

�Ew!�

�Okay,
okay,� he said, waving it off. �Tell me
more about the wedding.�

�Well, they�ll sign the
ketubah [2] before the ceremony itself and for Sepahrdim, that�s witnessed by
the whole wedding party instead of just two witnesses, and the women will be
painted with henna and dressed a little differently than you�d expect�Not all
Sephardim do it this way anymore, just those of us who don�t seem to want to
let go of the old countries�� She
sighed and stared at the faint red mark on her thumb from the henna. �There�ll be a chuppa�a canopy�and the
ceremony will be in Ladino or Greek or both.
And the bride and groom won�t have their little alone time after the
ceremony. Sephardic tradition says that
isn�t proper.�

�Alone time?� Kurt asked,
arching a brow.

�Well,� Kitty sighed, �sometimes, the bride and
groom in Jewish weddings go off to a room set aside for, um, consummation
between the ceremony and any sort of reception afterwards.� She cleared her throat delicately. �It goes back to the time when a bride had
to prove she was a virgin and the groom would show the bloody sheets after the
act was done or even let people watch just to prove that she wasn�t damaged
goods.� She chanced a glance at him.
�t git give me that look. Catholics
used to do it, too�everyone did for a while.
It was cultural, like right of the first night.�

�Ugh.� He
made a face and poked at one of the bags, eager to change the subject.
�So what else did you get, other than brown goo?�

�A dress, some underwear, a bra, hose,
shoes, new lipstick, and a wedding gift.�

�Ooooh,� Kurt began, his voice distinctly teasing,
but he fell silent as Piotr lumbereto tto the room, sweaty and red in the face
from some unknown exertion.
�Katerina,� he said, his voice loud despite the fact
he was trying to be quiet indoors, �are you excited about our little trip?�

She groaned softly.
�I�m excited about going to the wedding and seeing Kurt�s family,
too.� Her tone begged him to leave her
alone, but whether he could not tell or was deliberately obtuse, she never
knew.

�Ah, the family wedding! Of course! Maybe you need
a nice Russian boy to come along with you, da?� he said, grinning.

�Nyet,� she smiled toothily, feeling Kurt tense
where his feet still rested against her legs.
�Greek wedding. Jewish, at that,� she added. �I think you�d be out of your element.� In one swift movement, she stood, swept the
carrot bags into a shopping bag and gathered her belongings. �Kurt, I�m going to my room for a while.�

�Um�� he was not sure what to say under
Piotr�s very interested gaze. He did
not like the way the Russian teenager was assessing Kitty. He was saved, however, from any comments
when Kitty rounded the table and leaned over him, kissing him deeply, making
him lean back in his chair and nearly overbalance as her tongue swept his
mouth, the tiny murmuring noises in her throat almost deafening to his ears as
the blood in his head swept southward.

Finally, she broke away and grinned at Piotr. �I think it�ll be a very nice roadtrip.�

Kurt let out a careful breath as Piotr glared at
him. �What can I say? Chicks dig the fuzzy dude�� [3]

[1] Listen to me now. At least
roughly, that�s what it means.

[2] Marriage contract

[3] If you don�t know� ;)
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