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Family Ties Chapter Forty Two (NC-17)
Family Ties Chapter Forty Two (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies and BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse and Hamster Witch, the Frosties strike
again! InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink
are loverly for archving. J ProPhile is nifty because he’s a capable
smutmuse (don’t know why I chose capable…my inner thesaurus is wonky today) and
Ramsey, Tex and Jubilee get more muse kibble.
Jubilee gets extra sparkles in hers for the tattoo pics, lol. ;)
Readers/Reviewers: duckducks are
quiet lately…*too * quiet… But thank
you a million times over for reading/reviewing! J
“This is
humiliating,” Storm ground out between clenched teeth.
“Ain’t so
bad,” Logan said prosaically from beside her.
“At least they took your handcuffs off!”
“Because my
wrists are too small and I could slip my hands out. These twist tie things are worse.” She fidgeted slightly, scowling out the window at the other squad
car where Mort and Golda Pryde were being corralled. “This is humiliating,” she repeated.
“Where’s
Half-Pint?” Logan asked suddenly. “I
didn’t see her inside.”
“She and
Kurt made an escape before the fight began.
Unless I miss my guess, they’ve slipped off to some private place to do
whatever it is they do and are none the wiser about this predicament.” She swore under her breath in Swahili. “This…”
“I know, I
know,” Logan groaned. “Can’t wait for
those metal detectors.”
Storm blew
out a harsh breath and glanced at Logan again.
“You just had to hit him, didn’t you?”
“Yep.”
“You don’t
have to sound so pleased about it.”
“He hit me
first.”
“Logan,”
she sighed, “he broke his fist on your jaw…I think your striking him was
superfluous.”
They were
interrupted by the return of their arresting officers. “Okay, you two. Down to the precinct we go…Hope you’ve got someone at home to
bail you out.”
Storm
closed her eyes and leaned forward to rest her forehead against the Plexiglas
separating the back of the car from the front seats. “Evan…”
“Huh.” Logan pursed his lips thoughtfully. “Misdemeanor assault…we’ll get out in a day
or so. We don’t have to call home.”
“Nope. This isn’t misdemeanor assault,” the officer
said, pulling out of the parking lot.
“Creating a disturbance, assault and battery, public intoxication…”
“I’m not
drunk,” Logan growled.
“You have
beer on your breath, mister,” the officer’s partner snapped.
Storm shook
her head. “Hush, Logan. I’ll make the call…” This is so humiliating…
“No shit?”
“Language,
Evan,” Storm sighed across the interstate phone lines.
“Auntie Ro,
you’re calling me from jail and you’re telling me to behave?” He snorted, not quite believing what he was
hearing. He thought the automated voice
telling him the call was coming from Cook County Jail was a joke at first but
hearing his aunt’s voice… “What’s going
on?”
“Just put
the Professor on the phone, please.”
“Um,” he
hedged, “that’s not quite possible…”
“Why not?”
“Because
he’s not here…”
“Evan…”
“He went to
New Jersey.”
“New
Jersey?” She inhaled sharply. “No, wait!
I’m not done!” The line went
dead.
Evan stared
at the receiver in his hand and shook his head. “Auntie Ro in jail…wow.”
As soon as he hung up, the phone rang again. “Yo?”
“Put Beast
on,” Logan growled after the same automated message played.
“You, too?”
“Put Beast
on.w.” w.”
Evan did as
commanded, more afraid of Logan’s wrath than his aunt’s ire. Beast picked up the extension in the lab and
waited until Evan left before speaking.
“Evan tells me you’re in jail.”
“Long
story. Need bail. Got any?”
“I’m sure
something can be arranged…” Beast could
not hide the smirk dancing across his features. “I can be there in about…two hours. I’ll take the helicopter. Do they have a landing site?”
“You’ll
have to ask the desk sergeant. Call
back. We’re at Cook County Jail.” The line went dead, Logan’s allotted few
minutes spent.
“Cecilia’s
going to love this,” he chuckled, already dialing. He paused, his acute hearing picking up on Evan shuffling outside
the door to his lab. “I suppose you
want to come along?”
“Well, she is
family,” he said through the closed door.
“And I
suppose the humor value is too great to pass up?”
“Pretty
much,” he admitted.
“Meet me in
the hangar in ten minutes.” Beast
finished dialing and chuckled to himself.
He’ll learn not to mock Logan soon enough… But can’t begrudge him a few minutes of mirth at the Wolverine’s
expense. To make it up to him, I’ll
help him hide…
“And whaes
es
this one mean?”
Kitty
giggled softly as Kurt’s fingers then his tongue traced an intricate henna
pattern between her breasts.. “That
means that I got Hell from Esther when she saw it this morning!”
“Katzchen,”
he murmured against her skin, making her shiver. “Really…”
“It’s a
symbol for everlasting love. It’s a
knot, actually.” She sighed and felt as
if she were melting against the bed, her limbs becoming more languid with each
kiss Kurt pressed against her skin.
“And this
one?” He brushed his thumb across the
complicated design around her navel.
Kitty
sighed again, in sheer frustrated agony from how slow Kurt was moving towards
the inevitable. “It’s ivy. It’s not very traditional, but it’s supposed
to mean fidelity and love.”
“Really?”
he murmured for want of something to say.
Despite his slow pace, Kurt was horribly tense, trying not to just
pounce on Kitty and have his way with her then and there. They had the house to themselves for another
few hours and he was determined to make the most of it. She sighed again and raised her hips
slightly and unconsciously, an invitation he could not refuse no matter how
hard he tried. He pressed another kiss
to the soft swell of her stomach and she gasped as his mouth found her center.
Kitty bit
her lip, trying not to cry out as he teased her folds with his teeth and
tongue, his fingers gripping her hips almost to the point of pain, but she did
not care. She nearly pushed him away
when the tip of his tail trailed a ticklish path from her ankle to her knee and
back again, her sensitized flesh feeling each touch prodly.dly. Her thighs parted to give him better access
to her center, the swollen petals of flesh wet with desire as he became more
fevered in his attentions, his fangs scraping tender flesh but never quite
causing true pain. Kitty was scarcely
aware of the sounds emanating from her own throat as she sought to reach a
promised peak, just out of reach but always looming closer with each murmured
endearment against her core. Kitty was
so close to her completion that the tinny version of Ride of the Valkyrie
barely penetrated her mental fog. She
did notice, however, when Kurt stopped and cursed against her thigh. “What’s wrong?” she gasped, aching with need
and new frustration. “Why’d you stop?”
“Your phone!”
he growled.
“Damn it
all!” she reached for her purse, leaning half off the bed to reach it where it
lay on the floor, and pulled her cell phone from it’s depths. “What?” she barked.
“Kitty?”
She flopped
back onto the bed and shot Kurt a look where he rested against one of her
legs. “Evan,” she mouthed. “What is it, Evan? I’m kind of…busy.”
“Yeah, the
wedding and all…but I was wondering why you didn’t call and tell me about
Auntie Ro and Logan?”
Kitty
blinked in confusion. “You’ve known
they’re seeing each other about as long as I have…”
“Not that!”
He sighed and continued, “Why didn’t you tell me they were arrested? And why aren’t you down at the jail trying
to bail them out?”
Kitty sat
up abruptly, dislodging Kurt from his position on the bed. “What?”
Evan grew
silent for a long moment. “You trying
to tell me you didn’t know?”
’t y’t you
dare start trying to blame me,” she warned, hearing the tone edging into his
voice. “Where are they? And where are you, for that matter?”
“What is
it?” Kurt asked, regaining his position to lay against Kitty’s parted
thighs.
She covered
the mouthpiece with her hand and said, “Storm and Logan got arrested.” Kurt’s eyes went very wide as Kitty turned
her attention back to the phone call. “Uh
huh…okay. I know where it is…we’ll meet
you guys there in an hour.”
“What the
Hell…” Kurt began but Kitty cut him
off.
“We’ve got
to meet Beast and Evan at Cook County Jail.
I don’t know why, before you ask, they got collared. We’ve got an hour to get there.”
Kurt sighed
and rolled out of bed to get dressed. I
think we’re cursed… nbspnbsp;
Family Ties Chapter Forty Two (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies and BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse and Hamster Witch, the Frosties strike
again! InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink
are loverly for archving. J ProPhile is nifty because he’s a capable
smutmuse (don’t know why I chose capable…my inner thesaurus is wonky today) and
Ramsey, Tex and Jubilee get more muse kibble.
Jubilee gets extra sparkles in hers for the tattoo pics, lol. ;)
Readers/Reviewers: duckducks are
quiet lately…*too * quiet… But thank
you a million times over for reading/reviewing! J
“This is
humiliating,” Storm ground out between clenched teeth.
“Ain’t so
bad,” Logan said prosaically from beside her.
“At least they took your handcuffs off!”
“Because my
wrists are too small and I could slip my hands out. These twist tie things are worse.” She fidgeted slightly, scowling out the window at the other squad
car where Mort and Golda Pryde were being corralled. “This is humiliating,” she repeated.
“Where’s
Half-Pint?” Logan asked suddenly. “I
didn’t see her inside.”
“She and
Kurt made an escape before the fight began.
Unless I miss my guess, they’ve slipped off to some private place to do
whatever it is they do and are none the wiser about this predicament.” She swore under her breath in Swahili. “This…”
“I know, I
know,” Logan groaned. “Can’t wait for
those metal detectors.”
Storm blew
out a harsh breath and glanced at Logan again.
“You just had to hit him, didn’t you?”
“Yep.”
“You don’t
have to sound so pleased about it.”
“He hit me
first.”
“Logan,”
she sighed, “he broke his fist on your jaw…I think your striking him was
superfluous.”
They were
interrupted by the return of their arresting officers. “Okay, you two. Down to the precinct we go…Hope you’ve got someone at home to
bail you out.”
Storm
closed her eyes and leaned forward to rest her forehead against the Plexiglas
separating the back of the car from the front seats. “Evan…”
“Huh.” Logan pursed his lips thoughtfully. “Misdemeanor assault…we’ll get out in a day
or so. We don’t have to call home.”
“Nope. This isn’t misdemeanor assault,” the officer
said, pulling out of the parking lot.
“Creating a disturbance, assault and battery, public intoxication…”
“I’m not
drunk,” Logan growled.
“You have
beer on your breath, mister,” the officer’s partner snapped.
Storm shook
her head. “Hush, Logan. I’ll make the call…” This is so humiliating…
“No shit?”
“Language,
Evan,” Storm sighed across the interstate phone lines.
“Auntie Ro,
you’re calling me from jail and you’re telling me to behave?” He snorted, not quite believing what he was
hearing. He thought the automated voice
telling him the call was coming from Cook County Jail was a joke at first but
hearing his aunt’s voice… “What’s going
on?”
“Just put
the Professor on the phone, please.”
“Um,” he
hedged, “that’s not quite possible…”
“Why not?”
“Because
he’s not here…”
“Evan…”
“He went to
New Jersey.”
“New
Jersey?” She inhaled sharply. “No, wait!
I’m not done!” The line went
dead.
Evan stared
at the receiver in his hand and shook his head. “Auntie Ro in jail…wow.”
As soon as he hung up, the phone rang again. “Yo?”
“Put Beast
on,” Logan growled after the same automated message played.
“You, too?”
“Put Beast
on.w.” w.”
Evan did as
commanded, more afraid of Logan’s wrath than his aunt’s ire. Beast picked up the extension in the lab and
waited until Evan left before speaking.
“Evan tells me you’re in jail.”
“Long
story. Need bail. Got any?”
“I’m sure
something can be arranged…” Beast could
not hide the smirk dancing across his features. “I can be there in about…two hours. I’ll take the helicopter. Do they have a landing site?”
“You’ll
have to ask the desk sergeant. Call
back. We’re at Cook County Jail.” The line went dead, Logan’s allotted few
minutes spent.
“Cecilia’s
going to love this,” he chuckled, already dialing. He paused, his acute hearing picking up on Evan shuffling outside
the door to his lab. “I suppose you
want to come along?”
“Well, she is
family,” he said through the closed door.
“And I
suppose the humor value is too great to pass up?”
“Pretty
much,” he admitted.
“Meet me in
the hangar in ten minutes.” Beast
finished dialing and chuckled to himself.
He’ll learn not to mock Logan soon enough… But can’t begrudge him a few minutes of mirth at the Wolverine’s
expense. To make it up to him, I’ll
help him hide…
“And whaes
es
this one mean?”
Kitty
giggled softly as Kurt’s fingers then his tongue traced an intricate henna
pattern between her breasts.. “That
means that I got Hell from Esther when she saw it this morning!”
“Katzchen,”
he murmured against her skin, making her shiver. “Really…”
“It’s a
symbol for everlasting love. It’s a
knot, actually.” She sighed and felt as
if she were melting against the bed, her limbs becoming more languid with each
kiss Kurt pressed against her skin.
“And this
one?” He brushed his thumb across the
complicated design around her navel.
Kitty
sighed again, in sheer frustrated agony from how slow Kurt was moving towards
the inevitable. “It’s ivy. It’s not very traditional, but it’s supposed
to mean fidelity and love.”
“Really?”
he murmured for want of something to say.
Despite his slow pace, Kurt was horribly tense, trying not to just
pounce on Kitty and have his way with her then and there. They had the house to themselves for another
few hours and he was determined to make the most of it. She sighed again and raised her hips
slightly and unconsciously, an invitation he could not refuse no matter how
hard he tried. He pressed another kiss
to the soft swell of her stomach and she gasped as his mouth found her center.
Kitty bit
her lip, trying not to cry out as he teased her folds with his teeth and
tongue, his fingers gripping her hips almost to the point of pain, but she did
not care. She nearly pushed him away
when the tip of his tail trailed a ticklish path from her ankle to her knee and
back again, her sensitized flesh feeling each touch prodly.dly. Her thighs parted to give him better access
to her center, the swollen petals of flesh wet with desire as he became more
fevered in his attentions, his fangs scraping tender flesh but never quite
causing true pain. Kitty was scarcely
aware of the sounds emanating from her own throat as she sought to reach a
promised peak, just out of reach but always looming closer with each murmured
endearment against her core. Kitty was
so close to her completion that the tinny version of Ride of the Valkyrie
barely penetrated her mental fog. She
did notice, however, when Kurt stopped and cursed against her thigh. “What’s wrong?” she gasped, aching with need
and new frustration. “Why’d you stop?”
“Your phone!”
he growled.
“Damn it
all!” she reached for her purse, leaning half off the bed to reach it where it
lay on the floor, and pulled her cell phone from it’s depths. “What?” she barked.
“Kitty?”
She flopped
back onto the bed and shot Kurt a look where he rested against one of her
legs. “Evan,” she mouthed. “What is it, Evan? I’m kind of…busy.”
“Yeah, the
wedding and all…but I was wondering why you didn’t call and tell me about
Auntie Ro and Logan?”
Kitty
blinked in confusion. “You’ve known
they’re seeing each other about as long as I have…”
“Not that!”
He sighed and continued, “Why didn’t you tell me they were arrested? And why aren’t you down at the jail trying
to bail them out?”
Kitty sat
up abruptly, dislodging Kurt from his position on the bed. “What?”
Evan grew
silent for a long moment. “You trying
to tell me you didn’t know?”
’t y’t you
dare start trying to blame me,” she warned, hearing the tone edging into his
voice. “Where are they? And where are you, for that matter?”
“What is
it?” Kurt asked, regaining his position to lay against Kitty’s parted
thighs.
She covered
the mouthpiece with her hand and said, “Storm and Logan got arrested.” Kurt’s eyes went very wide as Kitty turned
her attention back to the phone call. “Uh
huh…okay. I know where it is…we’ll meet
you guys there in an hour.”
“What the
Hell…” Kurt began but Kitty cut him
off.
“We’ve got
to meet Beast and Evan at Cook County Jail.
I don’t know why, before you ask, they got collared. We’ve got an hour to get there.”
Kurt sighed
and rolled out of bed to get dressed. I
think we’re cursed… nbspnbsp;