A/N: I got another tattoo, on my WRIST!! I suffer from a very big form of masochism apparently. Although it hurts less when you watch it being down to you. I am very grateful for all the reviews I have gotten on this story. I am so happy people enjoy and read it even though I barely update. It is so encouraging. I really don't know where it's going or what the point of it is but let's hope I soon figure it out.
Maybe I should write an outline?
I think I am going to write shorter chapters so I can update more often, instead of agonizing internally over the length of each chapter.
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(Psyche & Telepathy)
;Flashback;
Disclaimer: I do not own X-men Evolution, I however own a life size cardboard Gambit that is covered with many kisses. And groped in certain places.
Chapter 10: Metamorphosis
I darted under a multitude of clinging arms and desperately dived for the back door. I slipped out as quietly as possible, luckily everyone was too distracted from their strange bout of happiness to notice. God, all this attention was making her never want to dress nicely again.
On the back patio Wanda and St. John were cuddling on a lawn chaise, and he was intensely fixated on Wanda's still-flat stomach. His palm rubbed in gentle circles on her naked midriff. I stopped my escape and watched their moment of expectant-parental bliss. To be honest, at that moment, I hated them for their happiness. Why did I have to keep screwing up potential relationships?
Thorn wasn't that bad, when he was actually Thorn.
But I didn't feel anything for him, aside from a blend of pity and lukewarm friendship. I heaved a huge sigh and slinked away to the front of the institute. Where, in all my bad luck, I ran into His Thornliness.
His pupils grew to the size of marbles when he caught sight of me. I had thought to avoid him when he came to the institute, but the truth is he was doing a good job of avoiding me.
Storm, Beast and the Professor had kept him busy with physical and mental tests', as he was such a liability he was on watch. He needed one senior X-man with him at all times, right now Scott was laying in the grass doing school work and looking up at Thorn periodically.
The corner of Thorn's mouth ticked as he suppressed a grin. I sat next to him on the entrance steps and shoved him to the side, "Don't say a word ya idiot." He fell on the face of the steps and started to laugh.
I hate him.
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I was definitely playing coy with Thorn, whenever he spoke to me I would turn my head and purse my lips. "Your beautiful." I raised an eyebrow and sighed in boredom to his announcement. He huffed in anger and stood, I looked up at his mischievous expression, "Wha–" He lifted and tossed me over his shoulder, one hand firmly planted on my ass.
"Thorn! Get yoah grubby fingers' off'a my ass!" I kicked him in the stomach and all I got was a 'phoof' of surprise. He continued walking to the side of the house, "'Sup mate?" John called from his comfy position with Wanda on the chaise.
I began swinging my arms wildly as Thorn head from the pool, "TWEEDLE DEE, TWEEDLE DUM, HELP ME!" I screeched.
Thorns hands clung to my waist and thrust me in the pool, my arms flapped about as I tried to fly away.
It didn't work, but John thought it was so hilarious that he fell off his lovechair and began rolling around on the ground laughing gleefully. When I got out of the water, I spat the mouthful I had taken in at his head.
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Deciding that my soaking wet outfit was causing too much attention I decided to change into something more subtle. So on came the dark jeans and long sleeved green-cotton V-necked shirt. My gloves were still off and the ballet slippers got to stay on, as long as they didn't act up. My hair stayed down and started fluffing up into large curls.
I sat in the kitchen, eating a lunch of spaghetti with marinara sauce and garlic bread sticks, all covered with mozzarella cheese. Logan and Gambit hadn't returned from their mission yet, and everyone seemed to be doing something.
Even Thorn was busy screwing around with Bobby, they were playing a video game in the den. They had said something about the Playboy mansion, I didn't know what that had to do with video games.
Wanda and John were munching on things from their perch atop the counters. Anything that came near Wanda she snatched a bit and shoved it into her mouth. John took this chance to feed Wanda strawberries and spoonfuls of chocolate sauce. I could tell he enjoyed pampering her with everything.
Whenever he was given the chance, he would do anything to make Wanda more comfortable. It seemed like he was afraid that if she didn't love the Institute, then she would go back to the Brotherhood trash home. And he'd lived there for a bit, he knew what it was like.
I glanced down at Wanda's barely visible bump and shivered. They were going to create some strange creature, it would have anger issues and an obsession with fire. Or maybe it would be a balanced out child, for some reason its parents evened each other's insane personalities out. Perhaps that would happen for the baby.
I sent out a desperate thought to whoever makes babies what they become, 'Please let this kid come out normal.' I begged.
'HEHEHEHEHE'
'HAHAHAHAHAHA'
'Good one Ace.' (This was accompanied by knee slapping.)
Apparently my psyches thought a normal Maximoff-Allerdyce, child was funny. Actually, it kinda was.
Wanda pushed John's finger full of whipped cream away from her mouth and turned her face in the opposite direction. "Stop it," she said, her mouth full of chocolate kisses, "I'm full." "Ye can' possibly be full, we got bowls left. Oy want yah and the baby to be fat and round at the end'a twelve months." Wanda stared at him strangely.
"John, a baby is born in nine months."
I snorted out a mouthful of Dr. Pepper through my nose. And damn it burned!
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Lei was looking over my shoulder as I skimmed the bookshelves of -The Mad hatters bookstore- I bounced around on the balls of my feet nervously, I really needed a new book to read. Something I never would have touched before, something new and exciting.
"Okay, so what are you looking for?" Lei asked for the tenth time. "Ah told'ja. Ah don't know. Something weird."
He nodded, "Feel free to be more vague, after all there are only 13 books in existence and the all fall under each different category. Something Weird is an outlined category, let me take you to it." He said blandly.
I rolled my eyes and shrugged, "Why don't you go back to yoah little cash registah and leave meh be." "Is that a question or a demand?" I kicked him hard in the shin and he limped with one shoulder lower and the other raised high, "Yesss Master."
I smirked, "Good little Igor." He popped up from behind the cash counter to his full height, one finger raised in indignation, "That's Egor to you." I sniffed unaffectedly. "Silence, you weirdo."
He laughed openly, not like the soft chuckles some people (Remy) do. "So, since you want to take home something weird, I can just wrap myself and you can read me." I shook my head and ducked down, trying to read the lower book titles.
Later I came up to the check out with a small stack of books and a long twisty candle. Lei took them in his hand and read off the titles as he rung them up. "Kissing in Manhattan, Winter Rose, Take the Cannoli, The Magic Toyshop, The Mermaids Singing, and April Witch." He finally looked up, his black eyes twinkled at me, "No Vampires?" He asked, jokingly.
I waved my hand in dismissal, "I'm over it." I stated, channeling Kitty. "'Sides, I figured out thinking about death and torture all the time gives you bad dreams."
I paid him the money from Xavier's universal credit card and tried to take the bag, but lei held onto the twine handle. He eyes held mine, the chocolate skin around his eyes scrunched up with his smile, "Maybe you would like to go out tomorrow, there's a show down at the -Doll House- at seven. Come with me."
The Doll House used to be a strip joint, but it closed down a few years ago and became a record store. It sold tapes, eight tracks, cd's and vinyl for those interested in diversity. The had shows on the old stage sometimes. I used to go to them occasionally. I grinned up at him, "Sure, Wanda's been dying to get out of the house, she can try out John's new leash. See ya tomorrow."
I left, pretending he hadn't just asked me out on a date and that I hadn't magically transformed it into a gathering of the freaks.
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I twirled a thick auburn curl around my finger distractedly as I was thoroughly engrossed in reading "April Witch." This book was pure genius, it kept me so involved in it's world that I didn't realize what was going on in my world.
I reached over to the coffee table to get my water and couldn't find it with just my hand, which is ridicules because I had it in perfect position for no reaching around or straining. It was supposed to be just there. I was finally forced to put the book down and look for where the glass was.
I looked right from typed words to the burning gaze of Remy. He sat on the other side of the coffee table, his chin on top of it. He was just watching me with no expression on his face, the water glass had been pulled over to him, I could see the drag marks.
I raised my eyebrow and leaned across to get the water. I touched it's cool sweating surface when he grabbed my bare wrist, out of instinct I jerked back, but he wouldn't let me lave his grip. I froze. I had never touched him for so long, only that one minuscule kiss.
His callused thumb softly stroked the veins of my wrist, getting firmer with each sweep. His eyes didn't move from mine, but the pupil's grew larger, until only a thin ring of red could be seen. He turned the wrist over and we both watched his thumb's soothing journey. He found the thin white lines that were the scars of my attempt at escapism and traced them.
It was the past, just something more to forget.
He ignored the raised lines and slowly traveled further up my arm, until he reached the sensitive skin of my inner elbow. He looked back into my eyes while leaning over me and placing a soft kiss on my inner elbow.
It was feather light and warm, the scent of his last cigarette wafted up to my nose. At that moment I would have given him anything that first willing touch was forever etched inside my memory.
He nuzzled his lips into my inner arm, his nose poking into the rolled up sleeve of my sweater. The hair that was loose from his ponytail tickled my wrist. He froze and breathed warm spice on my skin.
"So, y' really can touch, hein?"
"When Ah want to, yeah."
He lifted his face and stared at me, his eyes taking in the lines of my face, lingering on my lips. "An' . . . y' want t' touch Scotty." He asked it like he was questioning my sanity. When I shook my head vehemently, he released my arm and stood.
He shook his hair out of his eyes and licked his lips with the tip of his tongue. My breath came out in a whoosh as he sat down on the couch with me, his hot thigh pressed firmly against mine. I couldn't stop staring into his eyes, he had trapped me in that sinful gaze, his hand came up and cupped my cheek.
I then realized he was missing his ever present three-fingered glove, I felt the whole of his hand on my skin and it was blissful. His face leaned in closer, his nose grazing mine, "An' who ỳwanna kiss?"
He blew hot spices on my tingling lips, I didn't even have to answer before his burning lips captured mine.
Ohhhhhh,
Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!
For I ne'er felt true beauty till this night.
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A/N: The last poem is of course by William Shakespeare, from Romeo and Juliet. So it isn't mine although I changed a word from saw to felt so yeah. This was short but too bad, I updated faster then usual. So the kissing and groping will go into fun detail in the next chapter. So please,
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