Part 12 ^_^
"But it isn't the *same*," Kurt whimpered.
Amanda quirked a smile. "First time I've *ever* had complaints about
the view," she said. Kurt's head was on her lap, her bosom within easy
line-of-sight for him.
"Ja, but - I'm used to dangling. I also got a fantastiche view *that*
way..."
"Letcherous elf," Amanda chided. "Allow me to change your mind." She
leaned forward for some little treats and, by the time she leaned back,
Kurt was grinning like the cat that found the canary in the cream. "Now
say 'ah'."
"Aaaaa*AAA*aaaaahhhhh..."
She popped a sweetmeat in his mouth.
"Mmmmmmmmm," he said. "I'm going to be a *good* little elf for you,
liebchen. Nice and behaved little elf." He began to purr as his tail
nudged the popcorn bowl away from them. "Can I have some popcorn,
Schatz?"
Amanda laughed. "Letcherous elf."
Kurt just smiled, mouth wide open, and the tip of his tongue resting
on his bottom lip. "Ah. Ah," he said.
"You fuzzy dope! I haven't got the popcorn yet..."
"Ja?" he said, pretending innocence. "So?"
Amanda sighed. "Hoboy. I just asked for this, didn't I?"
Kurt just repeated his previous grin. "Ah. Ah."
She giggled as she leaned forward.
There was a muffled, "Wheeee!" from under her breasts. Followed by a,
"Num num num num num num..."
It took her several minutes to stop laughing too hard.
"Kurt's *medical* bill?" Kitty screeched. "Why have I gotta like, pay
for Kurt's *medical* bill?"
"You *did* do the damage, Miss Pryde. And you did say you were going
to pay for *all* damages," Hank smiled. "That includes the minor
injuries you inflicted."
"Aw, man..." she whimpered. "I'm gonna be like, waxing the X-jet into
like, next *century*..."
"In order to work off your debt, you'll be doing far more than washing
the X-jet," began Professor Xavier.
Kitty groaned.
"We'll *start* with the light stuff," said Logan. "A complete
inventory of all forty basement levels."
"Forty-one," corrected Xavier. "Remember Jean and Amara's work on the
new levels."
"And your telephonic access will be curtailed," added Hank.
"Extremely curtailed," added Xavier.
"We're giving your 'phone to the Elf," said Logan.
"*Nnnnooooooooooooooooo*!"
This time, when she straightened up, there was an Elf stuck in her
cleavage. He was making kissy noises.
"*Kurt*..."
"Mmmm?"
"You're supposed to be taking it easy."
"Aaaawwwwww..." He gave one breast a gentle fondle. "Just a little
play?"
"*Down*, fuzzboy."
Kurt collapsed back onto the pillow on her lap with a sigh. "I never
thought being injured would be so difficult. All this because of a few
lousy capilliaries..."
"Relax," Amanda soothed. "You should be allowed to romp properly by
tomorrow morning. Mr McCoy just wants to be sure you're healed."
"Herr McCoy is no fun."
There was a distant scream of anguish.
"What the heck was that?" said Amanda.
"Sounds like Kitty's had her 'phone privaleges cut off."
"What *with*, a chainsaw?"
Kurt grinned. "Close."
Kitty coughed for the umpty-bizillionth time as she trudged towards
the showers. Considering the vast numbers of people who had to clean out
the basements as a punishment detail, it was amazing how much dust could
gather in them. Maybe there was some mutant somewhere who put dust in
basements or something. The bigger the basement, the more dust.
*Or* she could just be going slowly insane.
She could barely hold herself up. Her legs were aching. Her arms
protested at even the tiniest hint of being lifted. Her back felt like
her entire spine had been dislocated.
"One more thing," she muttered to herself. "Just one more thing going
wrong today, and I *swear*..."
Ray exited the boys' bathroom with a towel draped around his neck.
"Professor!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. "We're out of hot
water! *Again*!"
Kitty started shaking with pure rage.
"What the fuck's up with you, spaz?" he said, adding the last straw.
"HAI!" With strength she didn't know she had, Kitty Pryde launched
herself at Ray and practiced her karate on the guy.
Her aim was to hurt, rather than injure, so he came off lightly - but
he certainly didn't feel that way when her final throw landed him
upside-down in the wall.
"You *JERK*!" Kitty screamed, phasing away.
Ray blinked. He still didn't want to move, and the plaster seemed
quite happy to hold him up. "Holy *crap*," he said. Then added, "*Wow*."
"But it isn't the *same*," Kurt whimpered.
Amanda quirked a smile. "First time I've *ever* had complaints about
the view," she said. Kurt's head was on her lap, her bosom within easy
line-of-sight for him.
"Ja, but - I'm used to dangling. I also got a fantastiche view *that*
way..."
"Letcherous elf," Amanda chided. "Allow me to change your mind." She
leaned forward for some little treats and, by the time she leaned back,
Kurt was grinning like the cat that found the canary in the cream. "Now
say 'ah'."
"Aaaaa*AAA*aaaaahhhhh..."
She popped a sweetmeat in his mouth.
"Mmmmmmmmm," he said. "I'm going to be a *good* little elf for you,
liebchen. Nice and behaved little elf." He began to purr as his tail
nudged the popcorn bowl away from them. "Can I have some popcorn,
Schatz?"
Amanda laughed. "Letcherous elf."
Kurt just smiled, mouth wide open, and the tip of his tongue resting
on his bottom lip. "Ah. Ah," he said.
"You fuzzy dope! I haven't got the popcorn yet..."
"Ja?" he said, pretending innocence. "So?"
Amanda sighed. "Hoboy. I just asked for this, didn't I?"
Kurt just repeated his previous grin. "Ah. Ah."
She giggled as she leaned forward.
There was a muffled, "Wheeee!" from under her breasts. Followed by a,
"Num num num num num num..."
It took her several minutes to stop laughing too hard.
"Kurt's *medical* bill?" Kitty screeched. "Why have I gotta like, pay
for Kurt's *medical* bill?"
"You *did* do the damage, Miss Pryde. And you did say you were going
to pay for *all* damages," Hank smiled. "That includes the minor
injuries you inflicted."
"Aw, man..." she whimpered. "I'm gonna be like, waxing the X-jet into
like, next *century*..."
"In order to work off your debt, you'll be doing far more than washing
the X-jet," began Professor Xavier.
Kitty groaned.
"We'll *start* with the light stuff," said Logan. "A complete
inventory of all forty basement levels."
"Forty-one," corrected Xavier. "Remember Jean and Amara's work on the
new levels."
"And your telephonic access will be curtailed," added Hank.
"Extremely curtailed," added Xavier.
"We're giving your 'phone to the Elf," said Logan.
"*Nnnnooooooooooooooooo*!"
This time, when she straightened up, there was an Elf stuck in her
cleavage. He was making kissy noises.
"*Kurt*..."
"Mmmm?"
"You're supposed to be taking it easy."
"Aaaawwwwww..." He gave one breast a gentle fondle. "Just a little
play?"
"*Down*, fuzzboy."
Kurt collapsed back onto the pillow on her lap with a sigh. "I never
thought being injured would be so difficult. All this because of a few
lousy capilliaries..."
"Relax," Amanda soothed. "You should be allowed to romp properly by
tomorrow morning. Mr McCoy just wants to be sure you're healed."
"Herr McCoy is no fun."
There was a distant scream of anguish.
"What the heck was that?" said Amanda.
"Sounds like Kitty's had her 'phone privaleges cut off."
"What *with*, a chainsaw?"
Kurt grinned. "Close."
Kitty coughed for the umpty-bizillionth time as she trudged towards
the showers. Considering the vast numbers of people who had to clean out
the basements as a punishment detail, it was amazing how much dust could
gather in them. Maybe there was some mutant somewhere who put dust in
basements or something. The bigger the basement, the more dust.
*Or* she could just be going slowly insane.
She could barely hold herself up. Her legs were aching. Her arms
protested at even the tiniest hint of being lifted. Her back felt like
her entire spine had been dislocated.
"One more thing," she muttered to herself. "Just one more thing going
wrong today, and I *swear*..."
Ray exited the boys' bathroom with a towel draped around his neck.
"Professor!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. "We're out of hot
water! *Again*!"
Kitty started shaking with pure rage.
"What the fuck's up with you, spaz?" he said, adding the last straw.
"HAI!" With strength she didn't know she had, Kitty Pryde launched
herself at Ray and practiced her karate on the guy.
Her aim was to hurt, rather than injure, so he came off lightly - but
he certainly didn't feel that way when her final throw landed him
upside-down in the wall.
"You *JERK*!" Kitty screamed, phasing away.
Ray blinked. He still didn't want to move, and the plaster seemed
quite happy to hold him up. "Holy *crap*," he said. Then added, "*Wow*."