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Between leather and lime
Chapter 23
"But Kitty, you can't wear that for our wedding! It's blue-and-black- leather!"
Scott begged.
Kitty just gave him a confused look.
"And?" He rolled his eyes.
"And brides are supposed to wear silk, or chiffon, so they look like flowers, not like Hell's Angels!"
replied a somewhat exasperated Cyke.
"Ooh. Well, then I'll go with this. Better?"
Scott only gagged at the sight of the neon-green dress.
Snuggled up against Exodus, Martinique was blissfully unaware, that Jubes,
Logan and Storm were unravelling the seams on her wedding gown.
"Take care, that they don't spin out, until she's standing before the altar!" hushed Jubilee,
lighting the closet.
"Ya think, this'll work, darlin'?" asked Wolverine, snipping off strings with one claw.
"Put your worries aside, beloved, for not only am I mistress of the weather, but also of the needle!"
whispered Ororo, while loosening the main threads.
A small box in his hand, Hank knocked at Remy's door.
"Merde, toujours comme il est-"
The door flew open, and Gambit, wearing nothing but a sheet and a frown, glared at Beast.
Rogue waved dazedly from under the covers,
a broad grin plastered on her face.
Hank, polite as always, waved back, then turned to Remy.
"I wanted to hand this to you, for I assume, my common sense will be hovering in a dissimilar dimension tomorrow.
It is the most recent replica of the Genoshan collar. Enjoy!"
With that, he dropped the case in Remy's hand and went back to Emma, a white leather suit,
and several cans of blackberry syrup…
Slamming the door shut, the Cajun returned to his spot on the bed and peeked inside the box.
"Oh wow!" said Rogue, when she saw the large emeralds embedded in the delicate, silver frame.
Remy gasped incredulous:
"Dis stones be expensive, chère! I know, 'cause I stole 'em once,
and t'en dey get stolen from Gambit again. Dat never 'appen t' me again, so swear Remy!
Rogue giggled, after all, it had been her, who had stolen the jewels from her fiancée…
"Now, my dear, how come, I get to be the bride?" asked Magneto,
while Delgado removed the last pins from the white-and-scarlet chiffon dress he was working on.
"Because, beloved leader, you weigh less than me, and there are no heels in this world, that would support my weight. Besides, it's easier to fix the flowers on your hair, since you got hair",
sighed the Acolyte, imagining, how pretty Magnus would look like, adorned with red roses on his white mane.
Long, shaggy sable hair was tied in a neat pony tail.
Grey fur had been neatly groomed and the new goatee he was growing for Bobby added to his looks.
Dark Beast was immaculate in his tuxedo, and rather rapturous.
The cause of his merriment was the special ingredient he had added to the icing of the wedding cake.
His successful experiment on a substance that would cause temporary loss of all inhibition would make for an interesting wedding.
He had already rung up Trish Tilby to arrange for news coverage.
"Oh Wolvie, you look so handsome!" breathed Jubilee.
"So do you, darlin'", stuttered Logan.
Just as their lips met, Marti's telepathic illusion took hold,
and the pair ended up kissing an illusion of Mr. Sinister.
"She is so going to die", hissed Ororo.
"Wait till she finds out, what we did ta her dress", grinned Logan menacingly.
"I think, this is the perfect solution, my dear.
My brother will be contented to pilot his individual team of X-Men in their own separate base", said Hank.
"It will keep him out of our hair as well. Speaking of which, how do you like how I've done it?"
asked Emma anxiously.
"Magnificent" hushed Hank, as he kissed her hairdo.
"Neat, Raven. Now why don't ya change into Logan, ya know, it's my favourite.
Then ya can turn inta Kurt fer Mort, so he doesn't feel left out", growled Creed happily.
Mystique, Sabretooth and Toad were still in bed playing weird sex games,
which are too disturbing to contemplate.
Chapter 24A beautiful day and a wary priest awaited the numerous couples at the altar.
The poor man nearly got a seizure, when he caught sight of some of the brides and grooms.
Warren, following Bishop's advise, wore a long tux dress,
tone-in-tone with his beloved ones pale blue and golden suit.
A small hat and azure lipstick highlighted Warrens short, golden waves and blue features.
Scott wore his old, classic suit, but Kitty's loud, orange puffy-arms dress with matching accessories, seemed to scream:
"Shoot me, I'm a fashion nerd!"
Several fights erupted between those with and those without sunglasses.
In perfect sync with the blue sky and the forget-me-not's in his ochre hair,
Bobby's gown complimented both his and Dark Beast's eyes.
Emma had white roses added to her rather vogue hairdo, but the only thing that saved her from the vice squad was the large, white satin rose, that covered her breasts. Her whole dress appeared to be one big cleavage.
She clung on to a perfectly cleaned up Hank, who displayed a very tasteful pale rose wardrobe.
Indigo, scarlet and bright red were Kurt and the Phoenix' choice,
although the bride's dress seemed to consist mainly of flames and wings.
A dream in white and green sauntered past the rows, when Rogue and Remy joined the others,
due to the inhibitor's newest addition, a tiny, silver tiara with a huge, gleaming emerald,
to fit the ones in her ears and around her neck.
Her shoulder-free, wide-skirted dress with the deep v-cut was as classic as Rogue was romantic,
and Remy's white tux made him the perfect drool-object.
Just as the priest was about to sigh in relief, he saw Raven and Vic showing up.
Creed, sand and auburn his suit, looked like he was heading for a safari,
while Mystique wore nothing but creamy white shreds-
that would teach her to include her wedding gown in their kinky games.
Unaware of her oncoming embarrassment, Martinique strolled down the aisle like Kate Moss,
the deep purple she had chosen clashing terribly with Exodus' pine-green tux.
"Dey look, like dey gonna bury Rover, hen?" whispered Remy to Rogue, who was busy giggling and gagging.
Being the maids of honour (kind of), Ororo and Mort fit well together in apricot and mint deux-pièces.
And finally, the couple everybody was waiting for:
Who would have thought, Logan would look that good in a marine-blue suit-
let alone, be able to get a clean shave?
Jubilee's silky hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders, daises formed a little crown around her head,
a barely visible veil dropping from them.
Sleeveless, her gown gave decent, lilac reflections and added to her eye-shadow and pouty, dark rose lips.
That's when out of literally nowhere Apocalypse, Magneto, Xavier, Trish Tilby and the rest of their collective gangs showed up.
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