DCC Chapter 2
by Starsinger
Okay, for the Kiotr fans out there, I'm inserting fluffy stuff in here. Let's face it, Peter is imagining, all ready, Kitty in that tight fitting uniform that is the hallmark of the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, look up the DCC website, www . dallascowboyscheerleaders . com, leave out the spaces. You'll see what Peter is hoping to see! lol If you haven't seen video of their kick-line, go look it up, it's something to watch. Don't own the X-Men, or the Dallas Cowboys, or their Cheerleaders. I'd be Jerry Jones or Stan Lee (Marvel) if I did. As Jerry is one of the most hated people in Dallas, and Stan Lee one of the most loved in fandom, I'm claiming not to be either or make any money on either of these entities, and I beg you not to sue me. Hey, this is free publicity, not that you need it…
Peter awoke with soft lips covering his own. He opened them languidly as he watched his wife smile down at him. Her hands stroked his muscled torso as wrapped them slowly around her, his ardor rising. He rolled her over on to her back before looking up at the closed door, "Maria has the kids. I'm considering hiring her as a Nanny. If I make the squad, we're going to have to have a permanent residence, not just living here."
Peter sighed, but continued exploring his wife's willing person. She sighed as his kisses trailed down her torso. Kitty sighed in pleasure as they weren't interrupted. In fact, as they came down for breakfast, they caused their five year old daughter to make her "icky" face as Peter's arms were securely wrapped around Kitty. Lisa laughed at the little girl's reaction. "Don't worry, Stasia, one day you'll be in their shoes," she whispered conspiratorially to the little girl.
Stasia's face grew horrified, "I WILL NOT. BOY'S ARE YUCKY! THEY HAVE COOTIES!" It was an artful struggle for all the adults to keep a straight face as she proclaimed that all little girls, and boys, announce at one time or another, until they hit puberty anyway. Joshua ignored the commotion in favor of his Cheerios.
"So, what are the plans today?" Maria asked as Kitty deposited flesh colored gloves on the tablecloth beside her.
"We're meeting with Stevie Hunter today for choreography and practice, Mama," Lisa said. Pop tarts were her choice of breakfast.
Peter chimed in, "I'm going to look into apartments around Irving. It's still pretty central to the Cowboy's operation, if she makes it to the next round, she'll have a permanent residence." He dug into the bacon and eggs planted in front of him.
"I'll talk to UNT Health Science Center later this week. They want to put me on contract for various services including BioMedical Engineering and Psychiatry," Kitty looked at her dish. Huevos rancheros is what Maria called it and promised she made it with egg whites. Kitty wasn't sure what it was going to do to her stomach. "Maria, I know you've been looking for work. We'd like to hire you as a Nanny. We can discuss salary later, but it would help out a lot."
Mrs. Sanchez looked at them stunned, she'd been looking for work for months. She couldn't turn this down, "I would be happy to do it, Peter, Kitty. Thank you."
"We leave them in your capable hands, then," Peter said. They soon quickly rose. Lisa and Kitty and a 9 am appointment with Stevie, and Kitty had an interview later at the DCC center. She wasn't all that nervous, she'd been point man for the X-Men for eight years now, and was an old pro at it. She'd give Lisa pointers in a few days when she was scheduled for her own interview. They met up with Stevie at a dance studio of one of Stevie's old students in Keller. As the two of them stretched out Stevie handed them their dances.
"Lisa, we need to work on your kicks, even you know that. That jump splits is going to be daunting, even for you, Kitty. You won't have to do that at your final audition, but it never hurts to be ready." Both of them nodded. Kitty looked at the directions, "This will be the only time we can meet like this, but, webcams are the wonder of the modern world. We'll meet every day at the same time so I can help you." They nodded. "Let's start with the kick line." Kitty and Lisa stood next to each other and started the kick. It looked really simple, but it stretched muscles hadn't used in such a fashion before. Lisa looked like she'd done this before, but was struggling to keep up. They hit the splits, sliding down into them, instead of jumping into them like they'd done in the auditions. "Kitty, let's see if you can manage the jump."
Kitty nervously tried it. She made sure she was a limber as possible before pushing her legs in opposite directions in mid-air. She landed with an "oof." She breathed with some heaviness before looking at her friends, "That wasn't as bad as it first looked."
"It's also one of the reasons the DCC is the elite squad of the NFL that looks difficult. Well, it is, I'm not going to lie. Lisa, you try," Lisa barely managed it. "Okay, we won't push the jump splits. Just work on your kicks. Lisa, you're first." Stevie called out the moves. The routine had a Texas flare, even incorporating the Texas Two Step at the end.
Kitty got up next and started her own routine. This included her strong ballet background with jazz and tap, making it very challenging. She was definitely sweating at the end. Four hours later Stevie called an end. "Okay, Kitty, you have an interview, Lisa, you have to go to work and a shower would not be remiss." Both women laughed before hitting the showers. Lisa drove for work as Kitty headed for Maria's home. She changed into a suit, put on some make-up, kissed the kids, and headed out.
Kitty sat nervously with twenty other ladies. She wasn't the only one wearing gloves. Adri Collins, a blonde from San Francisco, also twitched gloved hands. They locked eyes and laughed as Adri moved next to her. "Well, I'm a level five telepath," Adri said. They didn't shake hands.
Kitty was a level two empath. The scale went in reverse, twelve being the lowest grade with one being the highest. "High level empath and a low level mutant, go figure," Kitty said with a laugh. Kitty's name was called and she took a deep breath before entering. She gracefully seated herself before the questions started.
Kelli eyed her a moment, "Who's the President of the United States?"
"Barrack Obama."
"Who is Joe Biden?"
"His Vice-President."
"Jerry Jones?"
"He owns the Dallas Cowboys."
"Who's is the Quarterback?"
"Tony Romo."
Various questions fired from the sharp-eyed woman. "Who is this woman right here?" she asked, pointing to the blonde next to her.
"Choreographer and chief torturer, Judy Trammel," Kitty said, gauging the reaction of her audience. Judy laughed with a glint in her eye.
"Okay, you know your stuff. Let's get a little personal. Are you a telepath or an empath, and what's your mutant status?"
"I'm a level two empath." Kitty then explained her mutant power. It was pretty straightforward.
"It has nothing to do with dance?" Judy asked.
"No, that comes from years from a tough instructor," Kitty said with a laugh.
"Who's your teacher?" Judy asked.
"Stevie Hunter," Judy and Kelli looked impressed.
"If we gave you blue sparkly gloves, would you wear them?" Kelli asked.
"Yes!" Kitty said with a laugh.
Kitty left feeling pretty good. She got back in her car and found herself calling UNT Health for more talks about her employment. They were definitely interested. She got home around six feeling pretty good about the day. Peter was standing on the porch. He had found definite possibilities as he looked at her. He opened his arms and she snuggled into them. She leaned away from him slightly and he bent down to kiss her. She wound her arms around his neck savoring his strength. She had no need to hide from this man. The porch faced west as the kiss broke. They both turned toward the setting sun. The sunsets Texas was famous for colored the horizon in front of them. Vibrant pinks, blues, and yellows set off the horizon as the sun sank and their world dissolved into night.
A little Kiotr. I want to continue to portray them as people who love and appreciate each other fully. Please R&R.