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Perfectly Normal
By : Nemain
Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > FemSlash - Female/Female
Views: 6947 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men Evolution, or any of the characters from it. I make no money from from the writing of this story. -
Chapter List
- 1-Perfectly Normal
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- 63-Mise en Scene: Coffee and Cream
Perfectly Normal Chapter Fifty Seven
Disclaimers ApplyA/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… *first day jitters * InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink, Dracena and Greywolf are loverly and wondermous for archiving/hosting. J ProPhile: Maybe I just need new bulbs lol. Morgan: Taa daa! Readers/Reviewers: Thank you so much for reading and reviewing as you can! It’s mucho appreciated! J
“Get away from me or I swear to whichever benighted deity you believe in I will make you suffer!” Amara recoiled as she spoke, pressing so tightly against Kitty that she heard the ponytail wearing girl gasp for breath.
“Hey, I’m just doing my job,” the dancer laughed, continuing his gyrations just the legal side of the three foot rule. “Lighten up.”
“Lighten. Up?” Amara straightened and slid to the edge of her seat, her hand glowing veiny and orange on her knee, hidden from the dancer’s sight but perfectly visible to Kitty and Paige. “I’ll show you how enlightened I can be!”
“Um, no!” Paige grabbed Amara’s wrist, hissing under her breath as the heat threatened to blister her skin before she could husk it off, into something else. “Here…” she held out a few bills in the direction of the dancer, who proceeded to accept them in an entirely unsanitary manner with his teeth. Paige giggled at the strangeness of it all and earned a wink for her trouble before the g-string clad man turned to Rogue and Jean. “Amara! Do you know how bad that trouble would be?” she asked as quietly as she could.
“There’s no way I could clean up the video cameras here,” Kitty groaned, wondering, not for the first time that evening, just how clean the tables were, wiping her hands on her skirt as she thought it. “It would take hours…”
“Uh oh,” Paige muttered, nudging both of her friends, “lookee there…”
Jubilee climbed onto the table, on her knees, and held a five between her teeth, leaning forward and swaying to the music, grinning like a fool. This, Jean’s mental voice rang loudly in all of her friends’ heads, is why we don’t let Jubilee pick where we go for evenings out. She reached out and grasped Jubilee’s wrist, tugging on her in an effort to remove her from the furnishings. The dancer was playing into Jubilee’s actions, though, and leaned forward to take the money from her clenched teeth. Jean’s head throbbed in time to the music, the flashing lights doing nothing to help matters; silently blessing the fact that she was not epileptic[1], she felt her awareness tugged by a familiar energy overlaid with irritation and anger. It was muffled in the swell of lust and amusement and booze-soaked emotions but it was familiar, making her rise to her feet. She could not focus but, closing her eyes, she managed to find a sliver of light, as it were, that drew her like a moth to a flame. She bumped into the dancer currently shaking his backside in front of a horrified, shrieking Kitty, who herself was hiding her face against Amara’s overwarm shoulder. Jean frowned more deeply but let the sliver pull her like a blind woman through the crowd, avoiding the majority of the people between her and the source.
“I TOLD you!” Scott’s voice ripped through the diminished noise in the entry corridor to the club. “Jean! Tell this twit I’m your husband!”
Jean’s eyes flew open to find Kurt, Scott, and Remy standing in the narrow hall, each wearing mixed looks of annoyance, nervousness and mild disgust at the sights visible just past Jean. “Scott, go home!” she groaned, pressing her fingers to her forehead. “Just go!”
“Jean!” He rushed forward, reaching for her, only to be knocked backwards when a bouncer’s heavy arm shot out, clotheslining him.
“I said no!” the hostess snapped primly. “I’m afraid there’s a wait to get in…” she trailed off as Remy slid closer, towering over her as he stood so close to her she could feel the heat radiating from his body. “Maybe,” she breathed, “not that much of a wait.”
“Merci,” he murmured, taking up her hand and turning it over, kissing the inside of her wrist. Jean was not sure but she thought he might have flicked his tongue across the pulse point thrumming lustfully there.
“I don’t believe you people!” Jean snapped, surprising even herself. “We’re all of age!” (well, she amended, mostly!) “I can’t believe how jealous you’re all acting!”
“Well, learn something new everyday, don’t you?” Kurt asked with a slight, sly smile, sliding past her and into the dimness of the club, wincing as he encountered the flashing lights. Remy followed, nodding at her in greeting. Only Scott remained, coughing for breath as he made sure his red lenses were still in place. The bouncer seemed prone to let him pass now, his dark brows beetling together to glare at the younger man.
“You really liked Roadhouse[2], didn’t you?” Scott muttered, careful to stay out of arm’s reach as he made his way to Jean. “Jean, come on. We can wait in the car…”
“Scott, shut up.” She tossed her hair over one shoulder and scowled. “I know this isn’t my idea of a good time but you know something? At least I’m not sitting at home, staring at the four walls.” She turned sharply on her heel and strode back into the club, striving not to show her discomfort at the loud music and lights. Kurt and Remy had not found their way to the table yet but they soon would, she imagined. Kurt looked fit to be tied, jumping and starting every time anyone so much as seemed like they might touch him but Remy was grinning ear to ear, taking his time to stroll through the crowded club.
“What’s going on? Oh…” Kitty looked torn between amusement and annoyance as Scott slid in to sit beside Jean. “Scott, I love you like a brother and support your lifestyle.”
“Oh, shut up,” he grumbled, pointedly staring at the table top as Jubilee wiggled happily across from him in her seat, waving another dancer over.
“Hey, Scooter!” the gymnast shouted over the music. “Come to learn some new things for Jean?”
“Don’t call me Scooter!” he shouted back. “We need to get back home!”
“Oh, shut up yourself!” Kitty called. “Sit there much longer and you’re gonna have to tip Guido.” She took a long sip of her club soda and made a face. “Ugh, it’s flat.”
“Guido?” Scott looked around as if he were expecting an extra from The Godfather to pop out of the wood work. “Who’s Guido?”
“Him,” Jubilee pointed to the stage. Their private dancer had taken to the main floor and was in the throes of his introductory gyrations when Jubilee’s jaw dropped. “Holy hell on a cracker…” She was on her feet in an instant, nearly oversetting Kurt. “Remy! Remy LeBeau! Get off that stage now!”A/N Next up, more serious stuff. And nudity!
[1] Many times, people with epilepsy can have seizures triggered by flashing lights.
[2] http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0098206/- You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
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