Independence Day
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X-Men - Animated Series (all) › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
7,267
Reviews:
19
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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On the Road Again Part 1
Disclaimer, continued...
A few hours later they pulled over at a gas station. As Scott pumped the gas, Logan crawled out and stretched, cracking his bones loudly, then turned to Kurt who had finally dozed off. The kids looked so comfortable he almost didn’t want to wake them, but it had been way too long since they’d had food and water in their systems.
“All right you two, wake up!” he growled, then smirked when his only responce was one bleary, yellow eye opening to regard him dazedly.
“Where are we?” Kurt asked thickly.
“Pit stop,” He answered. “Wake her and see what she wants, then get yourself something.”
For once in his life, the fuzzy teenager looked as if he wanted to turn down the offer of food, but Logan decided for him.
“It’s been too long already since she had anything, and if she gets dehydrated you’ll have McCoy to contend with...and you know how fussy he gets over her.” With that said, the older mutant turned on his heel and sauntered into the store.
Yawning in defeat, Kurt reached down to double check his holowatch, then gently shook Kitty’s shoulder. She groaned in protest, then finally opened her eyes and looked up at him.
“Hey,” she said weakly. Her back arched and her toes flexed as she stretched and smiled mischievously. “If I had known you were this comfy, I would have slept on you more often.”
“Oh really?” He asked with mock dignity. “Well, I’ll have you know I’m more than just a fuzzy blue seat cushion.”
“Yes, you are definitely something else, indeed,” she teased, then gingerly raised herself up and fumbled with the door handle.
“Here let me get that,” he offered and leapt over his own door to run around to her side. He helped her out and steadied her as she wobbled precariously.
“I think I can make it now,” she said after regaining her balance. He released her arm then, but never left her side as she slowly made her way into the station. By the time they reached the door she seemed to have recovered some of her coordination and at her insistence, he went to gather up some snacks while she used the restroom.
After Kitty latched the door she rested against it a moment. The pain at the base of her skull was now only a dull throb. She quickly relieved her full bladder, then washed her hands. Feeling sticky and sweaty all of a sudden, she stripped off her shirt and washed her face and chest in the icy water. She dried herself with a series of scratchy paper towels, then pulled her shirt back on and left the restroom.
Feeling much more like her usual self, she crossed the room to the freezers. Scanning the array of pop, juice, and dairy drinks, she spied the water bottles. Flinging the door open, she snatched up a bottle, ripped the cap off and chugged until it was only half full. She leaned into the freezer and breathed the chilled air until she shivered.
“Better get one for the road, too, Katzchen,” Kurt said from behind her. She laughed when she turned to look at him. He held a large bottle of Dr. Pepper in one hand and three hogee sandwiches in the other.
“I guess it’s too much to hope that one of those is mine?” she joked, then taking his advice, bent and grabbed another bottle. “What other kinds of stuff do they have to eat here?” She asked, peeking down the aisle he’d just come from. Spying the rows of cellophane-wrapped food stuff, she slipped by him to find something vegetarian. Her flip-flops clapped loudly against her heels, and her fingers squeaked against the glass of the cooler doors as she traced the crude labels. So wrapped up in the sandwich shopping, she didn’t notice the looks her backside was getting.
A few hours later they pulled over at a gas station. As Scott pumped the gas, Logan crawled out and stretched, cracking his bones loudly, then turned to Kurt who had finally dozed off. The kids looked so comfortable he almost didn’t want to wake them, but it had been way too long since they’d had food and water in their systems.
“All right you two, wake up!” he growled, then smirked when his only responce was one bleary, yellow eye opening to regard him dazedly.
“Where are we?” Kurt asked thickly.
“Pit stop,” He answered. “Wake her and see what she wants, then get yourself something.”
For once in his life, the fuzzy teenager looked as if he wanted to turn down the offer of food, but Logan decided for him.
“It’s been too long already since she had anything, and if she gets dehydrated you’ll have McCoy to contend with...and you know how fussy he gets over her.” With that said, the older mutant turned on his heel and sauntered into the store.
Yawning in defeat, Kurt reached down to double check his holowatch, then gently shook Kitty’s shoulder. She groaned in protest, then finally opened her eyes and looked up at him.
“Hey,” she said weakly. Her back arched and her toes flexed as she stretched and smiled mischievously. “If I had known you were this comfy, I would have slept on you more often.”
“Oh really?” He asked with mock dignity. “Well, I’ll have you know I’m more than just a fuzzy blue seat cushion.”
“Yes, you are definitely something else, indeed,” she teased, then gingerly raised herself up and fumbled with the door handle.
“Here let me get that,” he offered and leapt over his own door to run around to her side. He helped her out and steadied her as she wobbled precariously.
“I think I can make it now,” she said after regaining her balance. He released her arm then, but never left her side as she slowly made her way into the station. By the time they reached the door she seemed to have recovered some of her coordination and at her insistence, he went to gather up some snacks while she used the restroom.
After Kitty latched the door she rested against it a moment. The pain at the base of her skull was now only a dull throb. She quickly relieved her full bladder, then washed her hands. Feeling sticky and sweaty all of a sudden, she stripped off her shirt and washed her face and chest in the icy water. She dried herself with a series of scratchy paper towels, then pulled her shirt back on and left the restroom.
Feeling much more like her usual self, she crossed the room to the freezers. Scanning the array of pop, juice, and dairy drinks, she spied the water bottles. Flinging the door open, she snatched up a bottle, ripped the cap off and chugged until it was only half full. She leaned into the freezer and breathed the chilled air until she shivered.
“Better get one for the road, too, Katzchen,” Kurt said from behind her. She laughed when she turned to look at him. He held a large bottle of Dr. Pepper in one hand and three hogee sandwiches in the other.
“I guess it’s too much to hope that one of those is mine?” she joked, then taking his advice, bent and grabbed another bottle. “What other kinds of stuff do they have to eat here?” She asked, peeking down the aisle he’d just come from. Spying the rows of cellophane-wrapped food stuff, she slipped by him to find something vegetarian. Her flip-flops clapped loudly against her heels, and her fingers squeaked against the glass of the cooler doors as she traced the crude labels. So wrapped up in the sandwich shopping, she didn’t notice the looks her backside was getting.