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Chapter List
- 1-Fractals
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
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- 10-10
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- 12-12
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- 62-62 and 63
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Fractals Chapter Forty Six (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply

A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE �, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta.. *sends Band Aids
for Herr W. * ;) InterNutter, TC,
Maxwell Pink and Dracena are loverly and squishy for archiving/hosting. J ProPhile: See? Smut. Morgan: *glomp* Readers/Reviewers: I�m going to finish
putting the story-thus-far up at NutFiction and
archiving it on the Yahoogroup so�yay. I�ll try and be better about keeping up with
that this coming year. *whistles
innocently* And the Killer Kitties �
seem to have silenced you� are y�all alive out there?

�Stop it,
Tarot,� Pietro muttered, brushing her hand off his
neck. �I�m concentrating.�
�I know,�
she purred, pulling his chair back and straddling his lap before he could
protest. �It�s annoying.�
Tarot
smiled and laced her fingers behind his neck, tilting her head to one side consideringly. �You
can have a little break, hmmm? A short
one�� Her eyes narrowed, daring him to
respond to the implication.
�Maybe,� he
said after the briefest pause, �when I find something interesting to do.� The resounding slap left a bright red mark on
his pale face. �Get off me so I can
finish,� he said instead of the outburst she was expecting.
Tarot
narrowed her eyes and slid to her feet. �Not
the first time I�ve heard that.�
Pietro ignored her and scooted forward, peering at the
blurry readouts on the screen. �Where
the Hell did he find these things?� he muttered, tapping in the final sequence
of commands. �I swear, one day I�m gonna
open a closet around here and all these freaky mad scientist things are gonna
tumble out and crush me to death.�
Tarot
snorted indelicately and sat on the corner of the desk, picking up the cup of
paperclips and staring into it as if she could scry
the future. �Piotr
left this morning, did you know? He
finally managed to finagle a visa and left.�
Pietro sighed in annoyance and glanced heavenward. �That fucktard. Chasin� after Fuzzbutt�s sisters� shit, they�re all a bunch of circus
freaks.� He sighed with satisfaction as
the screen before him blazed with the message that his commands had been
accepted and that they would be carried out as indicated. �Bunch of freaks,� he repeated for emphasis,
looking at Tarot for response.
She
shrugged. �Piotr
being gone gives us one less thing to worry about. He was starting to act� odd. He seemed to regret leaving the others and I
was starting to wonder if maybe he would�� she spread her pink-nailed fingers
and smiled slowly, �turn on us.�
Pietro shook his head.
�Nah, he fucked up too bad to go back. He�s got that whole Old
World honor thing going, like the blue one.� He shrugged and stood, cracking his
back. �I�m gonna go to bed. Ain�t slept in thirty six hours��
Tarot did
not reply but stood as well, looking up at him from under hooded eyes. Her deck of cards was laid out on the desk,
opposite from where she had been sitting; the Fool, the King of Cups and the
Chariot lay face up in the simplest of spread and the rest of the deck lay near
by, waiting.[1] She trailed Pietro
to the door, darting a quick glance at the monitor as she passed, smiling
faintly. �Pietro,�
she finally murmured, so softly he had to turn to make sure he had heard her
and was not imagining it. �I was catty a
few minutes ago� I apologize��
Pietro felt his brows creep up at this. Tarot never apologized, ever. Not even when she knew something was her
fault. �Huh?� He found himself transfixed, unable to look
away as the tip of her tongue traced the ruddy fullness of her lower lip, her
sapphire eyes peering up at him from under dark lashes. Pietro tried to
rationalize it as tiredness, this lethargy creeping over him, but he found that
his thoughts were just as weak as his limbs.
Tarot took a deep breath, her breasts rising and falling visibly in her
low-cut sweater. �I guess�� He frowned as his voice came thickly from his
throat. �I guess�we could�.you know��
Tarot
smiled and stepped closer, sliding her fingers along his neck to his jaw,
bringing him down to her level for a kiss.
She flipped the card she had been holding behind her back and tucked it
into her pocket as Pietro�s hands came around her
waist. The Lovers, a card she rarely
used, would have to be separated from the rest of her deck for a while but she
was fairly certain it would not suffer for the absence. Deepening the kiss, she backed slowly towards
the desk, stopping only when she bumped into the edge of the surface. Breaking for breath, she reached for Pietro�s jeans, unfastening them easily and shoving him
over his hips as he fiddled with the button on hers for a moment before finally
sending it flying in his haste to have her naked. She murmured appreciation as he kissed her
jaw, her neck, then her throat, his teeth scraping purposefully but gently
against the soft flesh there. She gasped
in honest pleasure as he pulled her legs around his waist. She winced at his hipbone against her thigh,
pressing uncomfortably there, but she did not comment. She bit his earlobe, making him hiss in pain
before she drew on it, flicking her tongue against the reddened bite mark. Tarot tried to ignore his murmured endearments,
his promises and demands, instead paying attention to the monitor over his
shoulder. She bit her lip as he pressed
his arousal against her core, closing her eyes for a moment in silent response.
Pietro paused.
Something was off. Usually, Tarot was vocal, wanton almost, insisting on
getting as she gave. He knew each stage
of her arousal by heart and memory, how her throat and chest turned pink when
she was ready, how her breath came in short gasps when she wanted him but
refused to admit it, even how her body trembled ever so slightly just before
orgasm. Tarot was doing none of this
now. She seemed ready, physically, for
their coupling but he knew in ways no one else could that she was only play
acting. �Tarot,� he whispered against her
ear, �Theresa��
�Never,�
she gritted between clenched teeth, �call me that!� She raked her nails hard
down his back, leaving rows of red marks even though his shirt. �Tarot only!�
Pietro narrowed his eyes.
�Fine, Tarot�� He took her chin
in between two fingers and forced her to look him in the eye. �What the hell are you playing at?� He tried to ignore the feeling of her warm,
firm thighs against his bare hips, her hot, wet sex so close to his own
arousal, and found that he was failing miserably. He still wanted her, even if she was playing
a game. Part of him even loved her, but
he highly doubted it was the part doing his thinking at that point.
Tarot
smiled sweetly, crossing her ankles against the small of his back, pulling him
closer so that the head of his length parted her silken folds. �I�m not playing at anything, Pietro� I just want you is all. We haven�t had time
together since�well, since Friday�� She
tipped her head back, baring her throat to him.
�Please, Pietro��
He closed
his eyes and tried to think of anything else but the small scattering for
freckles just beneath her chin and how they reminded him of a constellation of
stars, but it was useless. The four
freckles on her pale throat became the most important thing in the world for just
that moment and he had to kiss her there, cover them with his lips and tongue,
illicit that tiny moan from her throat as he pressed further into her, his
hands tightening on her back and her fingers grasping his shoulders painfully
tight. Tarot shifted her hips slightly
and he was lost. He sank into her liquid
heat, the petals of her flesh grasping him and drawing a low moan from deep in
his chest as he buried his face in her neck.
Tarot sighed and leaned back, pulling him with her, sending folders and
the cup of paperclips tumbling to the floor as she arched her back, urging him
to move within her, to go harder and faster.
Pietro tried to be patient but he could
not. He took her as she demanded, her
first release shivering through them both as she clutched at him tighter, her
legs and arms anchoring him to her whether he wanted her to or not. Her breasts pressed against him and he worked
a hand between their bodies to palm one side, pinching and rolling her nipple
between his fingers, through her sweater.
Tarot moaned loudly as he thrust into her then, her second release
weaker than the first but slickening her thighs with
moisture. Pietro
knew he would not last much longer, his breath coming in short, jagged gasps
and his body jerking in response to the pleasure wending it�s way up his spine
and through his limbs. Pressing a kiss
just beneath her ear, he moaned again, words tumbling out before he could stop
them. �God, I love you,� he groaned, his
release finally coming, filling her and seeping out onto the desk. He felt Tarot go absolutely still and he
realized what he said even as his body shivered and fairly glowed in
pleasure. �I mean��
�Shhhh,� she replied, unfolding her legs from around
him. �Don�t worry about it,� she lied,
licking her suddenly dry lips as he softened from her folds, reaching for and
handing him the nearby box of tissue to clean up. �We need sleep,� she added, glancing at the
monitor again.
Pietro followed her gaze and froze. �Shit� Tarot!
What the Hell is this?�
Hurriedly, he yanked his pants back up and, still fastening them, went to
the outside security feed monitor. Sabretooth was leading a short column of conscripted troops
back towards the mansion from somewhere off screen. �That�s� Storm. The other two, I don�t know��
Tarot
feigned innocence. �Oh� maybe they were
trespassing.� She had put her clothes to rights and was tucking her deck of
cards back into their carrying bag, acting as if it were the most important
task she would ever perform.
Pietro stared at the screen and felt a strange sort of
dread come over him. �They have on the
collars.�
�Yes,� she
replied shortly. �As do Professor Xavier
and Emma.� She reached past him to tap
in the code to bring up the monitor to the holding area. �Merde!�
�What?�
�Gone�
fuck!� She threw her cards down and
burst into a stream of French and English swear words. �Get Mystique! Get your father!�

[1] Three
card spread in Tarot is past, present, and future most times. The meanings of the cards are here: http://www.paranormality.com/tarot_meanings.shtml
The tarot deck itself began as a game in
the Renaissance era in Italy
and developed into a divination tool. Divination using cards predates this,
however, and the tarot deck, in all it�s guises per artistic renderings, is
simply the most esoteric form of card divination short of the use of oracles
such as the Goddess Oracle or the Angel Oracle.
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