Hi, thanks to my reviewers Ondjage and Hellfirefanatic. I was considering not continuing the story, but you inspired me and now I'm back on it again! And Ondjage, unfortunatly Rouge isn't immune to the Animusereptur and you'll find out later why :) Thanks for reading
Jean drummed her fingers against the wood of the dining room table, glaring fiercely around the room. Her eyes fell on Scott, who sat next to her. He shifted a little and she could feel his eyes on her from behind his sunglasses. She then turned to Bobby who's humming was the only sound slicing through the thick silence of the room. She noticed Jubilee glaring at him from her seat. Roberto was twirling his pasta on his fork nervously as Remy sat casually in his chair, an arm draped across the back of Rouge's, which Rouge seemed set and determined to ignore or chop off, Jean wasn't sure. Jean's eyes rested on each of the guys faces, feeling the surreptitious waves that they were giving off and the suspicious ones the girls were radiating. Bobby's humming continued and the air thickened more so.
Logan wasn't yet home and Storm had gone to visit Evan, something she had been doing an awful lot these days. The Professor and Mr. McCoy sat at the ends of the table, both seemingly unaware of the tension. But Jean was very aware of it. And so was Amara.
"Oh for god sakes!" amara yelled, flaring into her Magma form and leaping up. Bobby ceased his humming and put out her fiery chair as Amara recovered and sizzled back, though she was still glaring and red with pent up fury.
"Amara, is something bothering you dear?" The professor asked, bringing his fingertips together, unconcerned for the scorched piece of furniture that was now incased in ice.
Amara opened her mouth but was cut off by Rhane.
"Yes Professor something is the matter, we're being followed," she said, calmly and rationally as she nodded towards the guys who sank into their chairs. They really were bad at the whole tracking thing, Sam especially. He was known for being a klutz and only got less graceful the more nervous he got. Imagine Amara's surprise when she saw Sam pummel through her bedroom wall as she dressed for the day. Poor boy now spotted some painful looking burns.
"Followed," the Professor repeated the word with a skeptical tone.
"Yes, followed," Jean put in. "Like them tiptoeing around, shoving themselves in odd random places, whispering to no one-"
"Professor," Scott said, wincing at Jean's glare as he interrupted her tirade. "I think the jig is up."
"You two are in on it!" Kitty cried, looking from Mr. McCoy to the Professor. "And I bet Mr. Logan is too!"
"Ah wondered why he sniffed me..." Rouge muttered.
"No, that was to make sure Remy kept his hands to himself- Ow!" Bobby sniggered but flinched a moment later, rubbing the spot were Remy had kicked him from underneath the table.
"My young ladies, perhaps this is for your safety?" the Professor said serenely as everyone abandoned attempts at eating, plates pushed forward and silverware placed on the table.
"Safety?" Jubilee spoke up. "What do you mean safety? What do we need safety from?"
"We can take care of ourselves," Rouge scowled. She never had to be taken care of, her whole life. Even when she was living with Irene she took care of herself, and because of Irene's blindness, she often took care of other things as well. Rouge was a girl who could handle herself and wasn't to keen on having someone appoint themselves as her body guard, especially without her knowledge.
"Just let us do this okay?" Scott said, coming very close to pleading as he took Jean's hand.
"Are you going to tell us what's such a big threat?" Jubilee demanded, referring back to her previously unanswered question.
The guys eyes flickered to the professor who shook his head.
"I'm afraid not," the Professor began, and held up his hand to silence the cries of protest, both mentally and verbally, from all the girls. "Trust me when I say that if you will need to be informed of any threat,t hat we will inform you."
The girls nodded mutely, angry about being left out of what was going, but knew better then to argue it anymore. When the professor raised his eyebrow, the end was confirmed. But the girls would be damned if they let this continue.
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"We do not need bodyguards!" Rouge yelled for the fifth time that morning, addressing the group of guys who were standing in front of the door, blocking the girls exit.
"Look, now that you know what we've been up to, just let us accompany you, carry your bags or whatever. I'm tired of people looking at me all strangely as I run around like a stalker," Bobby sighed, grimacing at the memory of an elderly woman telling him off for 'checking out' Rahne the day before.
"No, we're not bringing you along with us. We can take care of ourselves, we've been training for months for stuff like this!" Amara said firmly.
"You're treating us like children," jubilee whined, looking as though she was ready to stomp her feet.
"No, we're treating you like you're in danger, which you are!" Scott corrected.
"And you won't even tell us what the danger is!" Jean hissed.
"Why do you think you can protect us better then we can protect ourselves?" Rouge demanded, shooting Remy a glare. He of all people should now that she could kick ass, especially after he absconded her and took her to New Orleans, where he almost got them killed!
"Yea, seriously. We'll be fine!" Kitty added with a defiant hint of petulance.
"Liebes, bitte," Kurt pleaded with her gently, eyes going wide and tail tickling her arm.
"Don't go all cute German elf on me Kurt Christof Wagner!" Kitty snapped, though she made no attempt to remove his tail.
"And just what are you guys trying to say? That we can't take care of ourselves?" Jubilee demanded. "Because we so can!" She stuck out her tongue to add emphasis. Sam retorted with a mature showing of his own tongue.
Scott tried to amend the situation before it turned into the Battle of the Sexes Third Edition. The first edition was the infamous time of the Sirens and the second edition started with Roberto asking the girls if they could iron his shirts and it turned into a snowball fight that rivaled all other snowball fights in the history of the mansion, or possibly in mutant kind. Scott was honestly terrified to find out where this supposed sexist crime that the guys were committing against the girls would lead them now.
"Look we don't mean you aren't able to defend yourselves, we'd just feel much safer if we were around," Scott said in what he hoped was a soothing tone.
"Because you don't trust us or abilities," Rhane said calmly.
"Now we never said that, vous femmes folles," Remy mumbled.
Rouge, Jean and Kitty each fixed him with a hard glare.
"Kitty and I know French for your information," rouge snapped.
Remy glanced at Jean, wondering to himself how she knew what he said.
"I'm a telepath, and not adverse to reading your mind right now. Invade our privacy, I invade yours," Jean practically growled. "Oh and Bobby, if you're so curious about what color underwear she has on then why don't you just ask her."
Bobby flushed at this as all the girls scowled.
"So that's what we are to you? Either Damsels in Distress or something to ogle at?" Amara snapped.
"I thought you actually respected us! Well fine, we'll earn your respect then, even though we shouldn't have to!" Jubilee said.
The girls turned and headed for their rooms.
"Meet us at the football field in 10 minutes. Then we'll see who's really in danger!" Jean said.
The guys all sighed.
"Well, at least they didn't leave the house," Ray muttered.
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The guys stood in the middle of the field, wearing shorts and t shirts, waiting for the girls.
"It might royally piss them off when we win, but we are not being humiliated," Scott said firmly. "Go gentle on them, so we beat them but not kill them."
"I don't get why we can't play soccer," Roberto mumbled, recalling how he was olympic material before his mutation.
"We're going with good ole classic American right now Rob," Bobby said.
"Oh damn," Sam mumbled, looking past Scott. "They look pissed."
The guys turned to see the group of girls, marching towards them from the house. They were dressed in tank tops and shorts, with black smudges underneath their eyes. Rouge wore only short shorts and a sports bra, her pale skin had danger written all over it. Their jaws were set in raw determination as they joined the guys on the field, the only recognition they gave the opposite sex was a curt nod before they huddled, planning their attack.
The guys gulped, though none of them would admit what they were thinking right then. That this was going to be a lot harder, and possibly more painful, then they had thought.
"And so begins Battle of the Sexes Third Edition," Scott said as he glanced forlornly at the girls huddle. Jean raised her fiery head and glared at him, a glare that promised a world of hurt.
"Alright, this operation is called Beat the Boys," Jean began as she returned to her huddle once more.
"Beat the Boys?" Rouge repeated with a scoff. "Gee now I know why your code name is Jean."
Rahne and Amara let out a small chuckle. "Oh like Rouge is any better? And Magma, real creative Amara," Jubilee giggled.
"I personally think that everyone's code names are dumb," Kitty put in. "I mean Cyclops, really? Who does Scott think he is, Polyphemus (1)?"
"Well Shadowcat is just so witty," Amara said sarcastically.
"It's cute and makes sense," Kitty growled.
"Alright, we can discuss code names later. Right now we need to focus our frustration on the guys. They're not getting away with this!" Jean said, flipping her red braid over her shoulder.
"Right, so how are we gonna do this?" Rouge asked.
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The rules were very much like the rules that applied to all physical games at the institute. Powers were allowed, though used in moderation. Remy had decided that football wasn't quite his thing, so he took the job as ref which effectively evened the teams out. Both teams had one touchdown and one field goal (Jean was the kicker for her team and Roberto was for his) after twenty minutes of play.
"I just don't think it's fair!" Bobby argued after Kitty scored another touchdown after a very good handoff from Rahne, who had snatched the ball from Sam with her canine jaws.
Kitty had made a show of leisurely sauntering up the field in her phased state, laughing as the guys fell through her and tried to clutch at air.
"It's no different then Kurt getting the ball and porting to the end-zone!" Amara countered.
"Remy, you're suppose to be the referee! Come settle this!" Rouge demanded at the man who stood at the sidelines with a smirk.
"Bien, Chaton and Bleu can't score touchdowns from now on. They can get as far as the ten yard line then have to pass the ball," Remy said logically and both teams grumbled agreement.
Rouge proved to be a very valuable asset in offense. A good portion of her skin was bare, making anyone leery of tackling her. Roberto was very feared when he was on defense so often if the girls would see him heading their way, they'd drop the ball and tuck into the fetal position. Kurt was also a key player. He'd often port right in front of the alarmed girl and tackle them while his tail would deftly snatch the ball away. Cannonball had taken out one of the field-goal post, not during his actual making of the touchdown but right after during his showboating dance. The field was constantly being covered in ice (courtesy of bobby who was trying to make the girls slip) and had to be melted by Amara several times and everyone felt a little tremors of static shock run through them from time to time, thanks to Ray. The damage was building to catastrophic by the time they'd reached 30 seconds left of play.
"Okay, last play girls. It's tied, 21-21. This is it," Jean said, looking at the disheveled and sweaty girls. "Let's prove to them just how tough we are."
The girls nodded and got into position, Jubilee crouched with the football resting on the ground, ready to pass it to Jean and tackle whatever guy was planning on blitzing their quarterback.
The ball was snapped and everyone flew into motion. Rouge took off down the field as Rahne stood growling and dodging Scott's eye blasts. Kitty had latched herself onto Kurt's back so that whenever he ported somewhere to tackle a teammate of hers, she'd make them incorporeal. Jean drew her arm back and threw the ball using her telekinesis to guide it and also toss Roberto out of Rouge's way. Rouge snatched the ball. Kurt, with Kitty clinging to his back, suddenly appeared in front of her, though she paid no mind and ran right through them. Sam was the only who blocked her way.
"Only two places you can tackle me, which is it gonna be?" Rouge asked, gesturing to her bare legs and arms and midriff.
Sam shifted uncomfortably, a blush evident on his face. Tackle Rouge and practically molest her or allow the girls to win? He decided on the option that wouldn't get him slapped and stepped out of Rouge's way with a resigned sigh.
"See Sam, you've got the southern gentleman charm," Rouge smiled as she stepped by him and into the end-zone, declaring the girls the victors.
"Still think we can't take care of ourselves?" Jean challenged as the girls celebrated their victory.
"This still doesn't mean we're going to let you walk around on your own!" Scott said hurriedly, trying to cover the shame in his voice.
Jubilee rolled her eyes. "Whatever Scott, we proved what we needed to."
The girls turned and headed for the mansion.
Remy, not really having any part in the guys defeat, was snickering as he shook his head and followed the girls, complimenting them on their victory.
"Well, that didn't go quite as planned," Scott said dryly, his pride hurting more then his back (which Jubilee sent a stream of fireworks at). Roberto glowered and powered up, squashing the football between his hands like a grape.
"Next time, we are definitely playing soccer."
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"You know, we need theme songs," Jubilee said. The teens had spent the last three days straight with one another and were quickly running out of things to do or talk about. Their butts had been whipped by Remy in all card games, no one could agree on movies and the guys were officially against any sort of physical challenge against the girls ever since they had gotten their asses handed to them by the girls. So laying around was pretty much all they had been doing all day. And now Jubilee decided theme songs were in order.
"Theme songs?" Bobby asked with a chuckle. He was reclining in a chair, making ice disks that Amara would melt with a flick of her hand.
"Yea, let me grab my laptop," Jubilee was off her butt in a second and ran up to her room.
"Theme songs?" Remy said, quirking an eyebrow. "Now what in de hell do we need theme songs for?"
"So we can kick the Brotherhood asses will still keeping a beat!" Amara laughed, showering Sam with the watery remains of yet another ice disk.
"Come on, let's go to the danger room!" Jubilee demanded from the doorway, giggling madly.
"Do we have anything better to do?" Roberto sighed as the 12 mutants obediently followed Jubilee. They found her sitting crossed legged on the danger room floor, her laptop plugged into the wall.
"So," she smiled brightly. "Who's first?"
"And whoever the song is for, has to dance!" Kitty laughed as she went to a panel on the wall and began typing. The danger room lights dimmed and swirling colored lights began circling around while a cylinder platform in the middle of the room came from the ground, a bright spot light on it. The room had turned into an epileptic's worst nightmare.
"Oh dear god," Scott mumbled as the guys began edging towards the door.
"How about we dedicate this one to all the guys!" Jean said giggling as she whispered in Jubilee's ear, who immediately started laughing. The other girls pulled the protesting guys to the stage.
"Hit it Jubilee!" Kitty demanded as she forced Roberto up and onto the stage.
Body...wanna feel my body?
Body...such a thrill my body
Body...wanna touch my body?
Body...it's too much my body
Check it out my body, body.
Don't you doubt my body, body.
talkin' bout my body, body,
check it out my body
"This is beyond humiliating," Ray moaned as the girls looked expectantly at them.
"Dude just get into it! Yea you wanna touch my body!" Bobby yelled, dancing poorly as Kurt moonwalked.
Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey!
Macho, macho man (macho man)
I've got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man
I've got to be a macho! Ow....
The girls were now absolutely rolling as Scott started getting into it, turning his backside to the crowd of girls and shaking what little he had.
"Remy!" Rahne shouted. "We all know you've got one hot ass now shake it!"
Macho, macho man
I've got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man (yeah, yeah)
I've got to be a macho!
"I love our guys!" Amara admitted as all the guys now beginning moving to the beat.
The song cut off and Jubilee yelled, "Bobby's solo!"
The guys laughed and clapped Bobby on the shoulder as they jumped down from the stage.
"Give it your worst Juby!" Bobby said, an amused smirk on his face. He was the resident attention whore of the guys and didn't mind having all female eyes on him.
A collection of groans arose as the music played.
Ice ice baby
Ice ice baby
All right stop collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop yo I don't know
Turn off the lights and I'll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Bobby had taken off his shirt, tossed it to Jubilee, and was fully iced up, dancing like a true white man.
"Oh merde," Remy mumbled, covering his eyes as Sam cringed.
Bobby's solo dance ended with mutual sighs of relief and appreciative cheers.
Alan Jackson's Country boy came on and Sam blushed fiercely, shaking his head.
Excuse me ma'am, I saw you walkin'
I turned around, I'm not a stalker
Where you goin? Maybe I can help ya
My tank is full, and I'd be obliged to take ya
Sam had now been forced onstage and sighing he began slowing rotating his hips, the girls cheers edging him on. By nature he was a shy and reserved guy, but peer pressure eventually got to him.
I'm a country boy, I've got a 4 wheel drive
Pile in my bed, I can take ya for a ride (he even winked suggestively at Amara)
Up city streets, down country roads
I can get ya where you need to go
Cause I'm a country boy
Sam was more then relieved to be off the stage and roughly pushed Roberto, who had been laughing the most at him, towards the stage.
"Oh Rob, we have a treat for you!" Rhane giggled as she and Jubilee went back to the computer.
Burn baby burn! Burn baby burn! Burn baby burn! Burn baby burn!
Burnin'!
"That is so cheesy," Scott muttered to Kurt, who was laughing anyway.
Burn baby burn! - Disco inferno!
Burn baby burn! - Burn that mama down
Burn baby burn! - Disco inferno!
Burn baby burn! - Burn that mama down
Burnin'!
Roberto was sticking to basic disco moves, the lawn mower and sprinkler seemed to be his favorites.
"He needs dancing lessons," Kitty laughed as Roberto continued his jive.
At the end of the song, Scott had to be forced onto the stage using Jean's telekinesis.
"Take it easy on me," He pleaded, though knew the girls would spare no mercy. Ever since they guys had refused to let them go around own their own, they had been prime targets for torture. And not telling the girls the reason for their leech like ways only fueled the fire.
I wear my sunglasses at night
So I can, so I can
Watch you weave
Then breathe your story lines
And I wear my sunglasses at night
So I can, so I can
Keep track of the visions in my eyes
Scott moaned and shook his head. Suddenly his body began moving on it's own accord.
"Jean!"
"Well, if you're not going to dance then I'll do it for you!" Jean said, her right index keeping the beat, forcing his hips to follow with it.
Scott sighed and resigned himself to Jean's will, moving his arms occasionally as his hips swiveled like a Dyson vacuum.
After Scott had finished his song it was Ray's turn. And what better song for the electric man then the electric slide, which he performed with amazing ability.
Kurt hesitantly stood on the stage. Who knows what song these crazy girls had picked for him. As all the flashing and twirling lights in the room turned blue, Kurt figured out what song would be dedicated to him.
Yo listen up here's a story
About a little guy that lives in a blue world
And all day and all night and everything he sees
Is just blue like him inside and outside
Blue his house with a blue little window
And a blue corvette
And everything is blue for him and hisself
And everybody around
Cos he ain't got nobody to listen to
Kurt cracked a smile at this. He had to hand it to the girls, so far their selection had been pretty damn good. Throwing caution to the wind, Kurt began dancing, reveling for once in his blueness. He even began doing the worm.
"Shake that tail Fuzzy!" Kitty called out, dancing happily herself.
I'm blue da ba dee da ba die...
I have a blue house with a blue window.
Blue is the colour of all that I wear.
Blue are the streets and all the trees are too.
I have a girlfriend and she is so blue.
Blue are the people here that walk around,
Blue like my corvette, it's standing outside.
Blue are the words I say and what I think.
Blue are the feelings that live inside me.
After Kurt's blue performance, Remy was the final guy for the solo male dances and he knew he was in trouble when Rouge whispered in Jubilee's ear who laughed and then typed furiously.
Lonely im so lonely,
I have nobody,
To call my owwnnn
Im so lonely, im mr. Lonely
I have nobody,
To call my owwnnn
Im so lonely
The pathetic and whiny chipmunk voice squeaked out of the speakers.
"Merde!" Remy cried out as Rouge doubled over in laughter. The boys of the group each snagged a random girl and began dancing with them, cheek to cheek, looking with mock pity at the abandoned Remy.
"Just kidding Remy, this one's for you!" Jubilee laughed.
They see me rollin
They hatin
Patrolling they tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
My music so loud
I'm swangin
They hopin that they gon catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
"Now that's more like it!" Remy yelled, extending his right arm and leaning back, making the universal move for driving as Amara grabbed the still shy and embarrassed Sam and began dancing with him.
After Remy's riding dirty performance (which had increased in dirtiness as Remy got more into his performance) the guys had now decided on a little payback.
And who better to start with then the person who had produced the ridiculous idea of theme songs?
"Now what song is for me?" Jubilee asked from her spot on the stage.
Oh-ho-ho-ho
Oh-ho-ho-ho
Oh-ho-ho-ho
Oh-ho-ho-ho
Everybody went kung fu fighting
Those kicks were fast as lighting
In fact it was a little bit frightning
But they fought with expert timing
Jubilee had decided that traditional dancing wasn't fit for this song, so was now executing very impressive kung fu spinning kicks and other moves.
"Holy shit," Bobby murmured as Jubilee did a running kick and flip.
"Dude she can kick ass," Roberto said.
Jubilee ended the song with a spinning twist flip off of the stage, grinning cheekily. She bowed to the appreciative applause of her enthralled audience.
"Rahne, show them your moves!" Amara pulled the girl to the stage.
"Kitty, I need a partner for this one," Rahne said, turning towards Kitty who blushed.
"A partner?" Ray said, raising his eyebrows suggestively.
Dropkick Murphy's rock version traditional celtic music, a Cadence to arms, filled the air and Rahne and Kitty broke out into a very impressive and fast paced celtic stepping dance, their legs flying and arms held perfectly still at their sides. They even managed to keep smiles plastered on their faces as they hopped and kicked around one another.
"Ya know," Jubilee began, watching in admiration as the girls spend up, their heels making delightful tapping sounds. "The Scot's made a great discovery when they invented this dance, but they really outdid themselves when they came up with kilts."
The girls giggled and glanced over at the guys, who all took a step back.
"No kilts, no!" Bobby said firmly. He may be an attention whore, but he was not a masochist nor a cross dresser.
The song ended and the girls had chosen Jean as the next victim.
She's my cherry pie
Put a smile on your face
Ten miles wide
Looks so good
Bring a tear to your eye
Sweet cherry pie
Jean moaned and buried her face.
"Oh my god," Kitty giggled. "This song is so dirty!" She emphasized that with a small shove of Scott's shoulder, who was cracking up with the rest of the guys.
Jean abandoned all modesty and had levitated herself in the air dancing and locking her eyes own Scott, who, even in the dark room, was visibly redding.
"I think she's projecting some thoughts to him," Rouge laughed.
"Like how they'll be spending tonight?" Bobby suggested with a leer.
"Ew.." Rouge murmured, shuddering slightly.
"And i think this next song is very fitting for you and Kitty," Sam said, typing on Jubilee's laptop.
Kitty and Rouge exchanged worried glances before hopping onto the stage.
You can't touch this
You can't touch this
You can't touch this
You can't touch this
You can't touch this
Rouge rolled her eyes. "MC Hammer, I mean really?"
"Well the lyrics do kinda make sense," Kitty laughed as she began dancing to the 80's hit.
I told you homeboy (You can't touch this) Rouge pointed her finger at Remy
Yeah, that's how we living and you know (You can't touch this)
Look at my eyes, man (You can't touch this)
Yo, let me bust the funky lyrics (You can't touch this)
Rouge and Kitty finished their dance and Amara was the last girl left.
She stood on the stage as if it was her natural perch and smiled with ease. It reminded her of the days when she would address her people as status of their princess. Of course if she ever referred to any of her mutant friends as 'her people' then she'd probably get her butt kicked.
Hot in
So hot in here
So hot in, eh oh
Wanna a lil bit a eh ah
And a little bit a eh eh
Just a lil bit a eh eh
Just a lil bit eh eh
Amara grinned and began swaying her body, transforming into her blazing form.
Jubilee and Kitty were proving to everybody that they knew how to dance dirty, coaxing the others to join in.
What Kitty did next surprised everyone. As she was grinding her body and moving her hands across herself suggestively, lingering in certain places, she phased out of her shirt, the sapphire blue tank top pooling around her feet to reveal her red lacy bra. Laughing wildly she kicked her shirt from her feet, and reached over and phased Jean's own shirt off.
"Kitty!" Jean yelped, trying to cover herself.
"Now that is using your power for good!" Remy said as the guys nodded an agreement.
I said
It's getting hot in here (so hot)
So take off all your clothes
I am getting so hot
uh uh uh
I wanna take my clothes off
Rahne and Jubilee were grinding together, laughing as they themselves stripped themselves of their shirts. Amara was back to her normal form, motioning for Sam to join her on stage.
Kitty had danced her way over to the guys, grabbing Ray and Kurt's shirts and phased them off, beckoning them to dance as she took Rouge's gloved hand and the two started dancing with one another. Jean and Scott were dancing close, Scott whispering things in her ear as she giggled. Remy came up to Rouge and commandeered her from Kitty's grasp. Kitty smiled at the two and blew Rouge a kiss before turning to Kurt.
Kitty placed her hands on Kurt's chest.
"I want to feel you against me Kurt," Kitty whispered in his ear, blowing gently. Kitty smirked as she felt his hands grip her hips, his thumbs brushing against her bare skin. "Dance with me."
Kitty locked eyes with Kurt, his golden orbs gleaming and his fangs showing as he flashed her a mischievous smile. Everyone else was now dancing dirty, Jubilee sandwiched between Roberto and Bobby as Rouge tauntingly danced with Remy from a safe distance.
Kitty was truly amazed at how dancing transformed her. usually she was prude, and very straight laced, but put on some music and Kitty was free, totally uninhibited.
She turned and pressed her back to Kurt's chest, marveling at the feel of his fur as she began grinding with him, slowing rotating her hips in a tantalizing way. Kurt's hands gripped her hips tighter as he began to move with her, his fingers brushing her toned stomach in a way that made Kitty burn even more. Kitty's left hand rested on Kurt's, gripping as she pushed against him harder, happy to note that Kurt was the perfect height for her. Her right arm snaked behind her shoulder, her fingers entangling in his rich dark blue hair. Kitty winked at Rahne who was keeping an appropriate distance between her and Ray, who had some okay moves himself.
Kurt's tail had weaved it's way up her leg, gripping her almost painfully. His breathe was hot against Kitty's neck, tickling her ear as Kitty threw her head back more, moving more insistently against Kurt.
It felt so good, so right to have him like this, both of them partially naked, pressed together as Kurt's hands held her to him. Kitty nearly let out a moan as his fingers slid across her stomach, sending a spark to the growing ache in her groin.
"You're dancing is bold, Liebling," Kurt's husky voice sounded in her ear and sent chills down her spine. Kitty bit back a gasp as she subconsciously tilted her head and exposed more of her neck.
"Does that bother you baby?" Kitty barely whispered in a tone that was ladened with innocence and seduction, though she knew she'd been heard.
Kurt gave a feral grin. It definitely didn't bother him. This was a new side of Kitty, and he liked her new nickname for him, he was amazed that Kitty could make such an innocent word sound so lusty. It was the way she said it in that heated and heavy tone. Kurt could only imagine what his own name would sound like if she said it in the same way, or if she moaned it. Or screamed it. Kurt fought to keep his hands in semi appropriate places, though he wanted to slip his one hand in between her legs and let the other explore her chest.
Kitty bared more of her neck for him and Kurt's had to resist the urge to kiss her below her ear, or where her pulse was, or where her neck met her shoulder. Marring that perfect skin with his nips and marks, telling all the world that he had made Kitty's body sing for him. Kitty's fingers tightened in Kurt's hair and he returned the favor by gripping her hips more firmly. Kurt felt the familiar urge to leave his mark, though he was surprised it was happening so quickly. They were hardly doing anything, just dancing and now Kurt wanted to make Kitty his own. He dipped his head down, breathing in her scent of sweat and cherry blossoms. His lips brushed against her neck and Kitty stiffened, a gasp audible. Kurt's lips pulled back, his teeth so close.
'Nein, nein...' Kurt yelled to himself. Squeezing his eyes shut, Kurt rested his forehead on Kitty's shoulder, clutching to find some self control as they continued dancing. Kurt felt where the bodies met, her back pressed to his chest, breathing in sync. Her hand on top of his, the feel of her leg flexing against his tail as she arched her back. Where he felt it most was where her shapely and firm backside pressed into him, moving with him and against him.
Kurt was almost relieved when the song ended and Kitty ceased what she was doing with her hips. He was amazed that with a few sways of her hips and Kurt could feel his self control, which he felt was one of his best attributes, slipping away from him, making him want to claim Kitty and port her to his room where he could show her some real dirty moves. Kurt knew he could never mark Kitty and unfairly bind her to him. He wanted her yes, but he loved her more.
Kitty stopped her movements, blushing madly as many of the other girls were. 'Damn, I'm a bad influence on them,' Kitty thought as Jubilee and Amara both shifted uncomfortably. Scott and Jean were locked in each others arms as Rouge playfully shoved Remy away from her.
Kurt's hands still rested on Kitty' hips, his thumbs drawing small patterns as his tail slackened his grip.
"That was something Liebes, mind giving me private dancing lessons?" Kurt only half joked.
"Depends on what I get in return," Kitty laughed as she reluctantly pulled away from him. Kurt stopped down and picked up Kitty's tank top.
"Thanks Fuzzy," Kitty said, slipping the shirt over her head. Kurt soaked in one last look of Kitty's chest, her porcelain mounds covered with the red lace. He stored that image away in his mind, sure to revisit it later.
"So who are we doing now?" Sam asked.
Kurt smiled and ported away, back a moment later, his arms filled with cowboy hats.
"Oh mah gawd," Rouge snorted as she and Kitty each took one. Sam swiped one up and placed it on his head, his blonde mollet looking oddly good and natural from beneath the hat.
"These are Mr. Logans," Rhane realized as she took one too.
"Ja, he has five of these things," Kurt laughed as he tossed the last one to Scott, who looked very funny with the hat and the red shades.
"Why does Mr. Logan think he's a cowboy? He's a Canuck!" Ray laughed as the girls started dancing the cotton eye joe jig.
"So you thinks he wants to be a cowboy?" Scott smirked as he typed on the laptop.
Cowboy... cowboy
Well Im packin up my game and Im a head out west
Where real women come equipped with scripts and fake breasts
Find a nest in the hills chill like flynt
Buy an old droptop find a spot to pimp
And Im headin out west sucker...because I wanna be a
Cowboy baby
With the top let back and the sunshine shinin
Cowboy baby
West coast chillin with the boones wine
I wanna be a cowboy baby
Ridin at night cause I sleep all day
Cowboy baby.
"I can see Logan rocking to this song," Remy said shaking his head at the odd image.
"No this is so better," Jubilee interjected as she selected a new song.
Well, I walk into the room
Passing out hundred dollar bills
And it kills and it thrills like the horns on my Silverado grill
And I buy the bar a double round of crown
And everybody's getting down
An' this town ain't never gonna be the same.
"Nice one Jubilee," Sam nodded appreciatively, this was one of his personal favorite songs.
Cause I saddleup my horse and I ride into the city
I make a lot of noise Cause the girls They are so pretty
Riding up and down Broadway on my old stud Leroy
And the girls say Save a horse, ride a cowboy.
Everybody says Save a horse, Ride a cowboy
At the point were it declared to ride a cowboy Jean rushed to Scott and he easily picked her up, as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Kitty took off her cowboy hat and placed it on Kurt before pushing him down to the ground and straddling him, as Jubilee followed her example with Bobby. Kurt replaced Kitty's hat as she grinned cheekily down at him.
The music suddenly cut out and everyone froze. Logan approached the group of speechless teenagers. Slowly he went around taking his hats back.
"Do me a favor," Logan said as he took his hat from Kitty, who remained sitting frozen on top of a blushing Kurt. Rouge mutely held out his hat as he passed her. "Leave the cowboyin' to me darlins." With that, Logan turned and walked away. Remy finally broke the silence.
"Does that crazy Canuck really think he be a cowboy?"
Author's Note:
(1) Polyphemus was the cyclops in the Odyssey who was blinded by Odysseus
Thanks for reading and review if you like :) I know this story had been sotra silly so far, but I wanted to do something a little more lighthearted before I actually started writing about the real plot line. Remember the Soulsucker hunter guy? Yea, he's making an appearance soon. In fact, here's a preview for the next chapter....
Scott picked a small blue fuzzy slipper from the driveway, wondering which of the girls it had belonged to. His body ached as he longed to see them again, to see Jean's smile once more. He heard the sounds of the other guys around him, all quiet and broken and faraway. He glanced at them and knew they felt the same way he did.
"We failed," Scott looked up to see Kurt crouching on a tree branch above him, staring at the slipper in Scott's hand.
"They trusted us, and we let them down," Bobby flinched as he came to stand next to Scott. They were all bruised and battered, but nothing could compare to the hurt they felt inside.
Scott felt he should say something to them, anything that would ease their suffering but found that he could not. He was thier leader, but right now all he was capable of being was a man who just lost the love of his life.
"We failed."