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Chapter 3
Long about 2 in the afternoon the front door flew open with a "BANG!". After a second or two of scrambling it slammed again, louder than before. A female voice could be heard giggling.
A woman's shirt went sailing and landed at the threshold of the living room followed by two figures landing on it. The figures' of Lance and Kitty who were kissing each other madly and yes kitty's torso was only clothed in a Victoria Secret's bra and in a few more minutes the secret would have be out, only Kitty noticed something.
Lance hastily unzipped his jeans and started to remove them.
"Like not so fast, Lance, we have four hours."
The two stopped kissing and looked at each other.
"That's it?! Shit, we better get started!" said Lance in a panic as he dropped his hands and quickly unfastened her jeans.
While, Lance was swearing at the metal button, Kitty noticed Remy laying on the couch.
"Oh My God, Lance, Stop!" yelled Kitty.
"What? Why?!" questioned Lance.
"Uh, like there's a guy on the couch!" exclaimed Kitty.
"What?!" Lance turned to look at the couch, "Relax, that's just Remy," he said as he turned his attention back to Kitty's pants."
"Uh, Lance, he's like there!" Kitty persisted.
"So, he likes to watch. C'mon we're wasting time," Lance went back to kissing Kitty's neck.
"Lance, he's not moving!" said kitty grabbing Lance by the hair to remove his face from her cleavage.
"He had a rough night last night. He's just tired." offered Lance.
"Are you sure he's breathing?" asked kitty.
"I dunno," said Lance.
It was at that exact moment that Wanda per-chanced to walk into the main hall.
"Damn it, Lance!" swore Wanda, "Why can't you do that kind of stuff in your own room?"
"That would take all the danger out of it." Lance shot back in retort, "Now, Where were we?" he asked turning his attentions back to Kitty.
"Ugh, Lance, get off!" growled Kitty as she shoved Lance to one side.
"Here," said Wanda offering a hand to Kitty, "Lance, you must really like danger, considering Remy will have your hide if you wake him up."
"Thanks," said Kitty. Once she was on her feet she put on her shirt. "Like that's the problem, he didn't wake up. We slammed the door twice and fell on the floor and he's like still asleep!"
"That's odd, Remy's normally a light sleeper, as in you could drop a pin in Tijuana and he would wake up."
"Do you think he's ok?" asked Kitty.
"Who cares?" said Lance buttoning his jeans.
"Like, I care ," said Kitty angrily, "now go over there and see if he's ok or there's a good chance of castration!"
Lance swallowed hard. He and Remy may have pissed each other off from time to time, but he knew better than to invoke the wrath of Kitty (Last time he made her mad he was forced to go "cold turkey" for a month and a half.), "Look Kitty, Remy and I are not exactly on the best of terms right now and the last thing I want is a couch pillow exploding in my face." Lance explained as calmly and rationally as he could.
"We're wasting time. I'll go check on him." said Wanda.
Wanda walked over to the couch and knelt down. Remy was in the same position as when she left in the morning, just sprawled out on his stomach as if someone had dropped him there.
"Remy," whispered Wanda, no response, she glanced back at Kitty and Lance.
"Shake him," offered Kitty.
"Remy," said Wanda rubbing his back gently.
"HHMMMMmmmm?" Remy growled.
"See? He's fine!" stated Lance.
"I guess you're ri." Kitty began just as Remy started to cough.
When Remy removed his hand from his mouth Wanda gasped in horror.
"Like, what is it?" asked Kitty.
"Hi.His hand.it's covered in blood!" exclaimed Wanda.
"Oh My God, Lance, go get your truck!" yelled Kitty as she smacked Lance's arm.
"We're not going far without a backseat and tires!" Lance shot back.
"What?!" asked Kitty in dismay.
"Long story, I'll call a cab!" said Lance as he ran for the phone.
Kitty ran forward and to help Wanda lift Remy.
"C'mon Remy, time to get up!" said an exasperated Wanda.
"Non chère, later, Gambit not feelin' too hot." said Remy painfully.
"Not too hot." said Kitty, "He's got to be kidding us, he's burning up!"
"Cab's here!" yelled Lance from the doorway.
"C'mon, Remy, time to go," said Wanda.
"Lance, come here and give us a hand!" yelled Kitty.
After what seemed a prolonged struggle all four had situated themselves into the cab. Lance sat in the front with the driver, while Kitty and Wanda sat in the back with Remy.
"Where to?" asked the driver.
"Take us to the Xavior Institute and STEP ON IT!" yelled Kitty.
With a loud screeching of tires the small yellow taxi sped off to the institute.
Chapter 3
Long about 2 in the afternoon the front door flew open with a "BANG!". After a second or two of scrambling it slammed again, louder than before. A female voice could be heard giggling.
A woman's shirt went sailing and landed at the threshold of the living room followed by two figures landing on it. The figures' of Lance and Kitty who were kissing each other madly and yes kitty's torso was only clothed in a Victoria Secret's bra and in a few more minutes the secret would have be out, only Kitty noticed something.
Lance hastily unzipped his jeans and started to remove them.
"Like not so fast, Lance, we have four hours."
The two stopped kissing and looked at each other.
"That's it?! Shit, we better get started!" said Lance in a panic as he dropped his hands and quickly unfastened her jeans.
While, Lance was swearing at the metal button, Kitty noticed Remy laying on the couch.
"Oh My God, Lance, Stop!" yelled Kitty.
"What? Why?!" questioned Lance.
"Uh, like there's a guy on the couch!" exclaimed Kitty.
"What?!" Lance turned to look at the couch, "Relax, that's just Remy," he said as he turned his attention back to Kitty's pants."
"Uh, Lance, he's like there!" Kitty persisted.
"So, he likes to watch. C'mon we're wasting time," Lance went back to kissing Kitty's neck.
"Lance, he's not moving!" said kitty grabbing Lance by the hair to remove his face from her cleavage.
"He had a rough night last night. He's just tired." offered Lance.
"Are you sure he's breathing?" asked kitty.
"I dunno," said Lance.
It was at that exact moment that Wanda per-chanced to walk into the main hall.
"Damn it, Lance!" swore Wanda, "Why can't you do that kind of stuff in your own room?"
"That would take all the danger out of it." Lance shot back in retort, "Now, Where were we?" he asked turning his attentions back to Kitty.
"Ugh, Lance, get off!" growled Kitty as she shoved Lance to one side.
"Here," said Wanda offering a hand to Kitty, "Lance, you must really like danger, considering Remy will have your hide if you wake him up."
"Thanks," said Kitty. Once she was on her feet she put on her shirt. "Like that's the problem, he didn't wake up. We slammed the door twice and fell on the floor and he's like still asleep!"
"That's odd, Remy's normally a light sleeper, as in you could drop a pin in Tijuana and he would wake up."
"Do you think he's ok?" asked Kitty.
"Who cares?" said Lance buttoning his jeans.
"Like, I care ," said Kitty angrily, "now go over there and see if he's ok or there's a good chance of castration!"
Lance swallowed hard. He and Remy may have pissed each other off from time to time, but he knew better than to invoke the wrath of Kitty (Last time he made her mad he was forced to go "cold turkey" for a month and a half.), "Look Kitty, Remy and I are not exactly on the best of terms right now and the last thing I want is a couch pillow exploding in my face." Lance explained as calmly and rationally as he could.
"We're wasting time. I'll go check on him." said Wanda.
Wanda walked over to the couch and knelt down. Remy was in the same position as when she left in the morning, just sprawled out on his stomach as if someone had dropped him there.
"Remy," whispered Wanda, no response, she glanced back at Kitty and Lance.
"Shake him," offered Kitty.
"Remy," said Wanda rubbing his back gently.
"HHMMMMmmmm?" Remy growled.
"See? He's fine!" stated Lance.
"I guess you're ri." Kitty began just as Remy started to cough.
When Remy removed his hand from his mouth Wanda gasped in horror.
"Like, what is it?" asked Kitty.
"Hi.His hand.it's covered in blood!" exclaimed Wanda.
"Oh My God, Lance, go get your truck!" yelled Kitty as she smacked Lance's arm.
"We're not going far without a backseat and tires!" Lance shot back.
"What?!" asked Kitty in dismay.
"Long story, I'll call a cab!" said Lance as he ran for the phone.
Kitty ran forward and to help Wanda lift Remy.
"C'mon Remy, time to get up!" said an exasperated Wanda.
"Non chère, later, Gambit not feelin' too hot." said Remy painfully.
"Not too hot." said Kitty, "He's got to be kidding us, he's burning up!"
"Cab's here!" yelled Lance from the doorway.
"C'mon, Remy, time to go," said Wanda.
"Lance, come here and give us a hand!" yelled Kitty.
After what seemed a prolonged struggle all four had situated themselves into the cab. Lance sat in the front with the driver, while Kitty and Wanda sat in the back with Remy.
"Where to?" asked the driver.
"Take us to the Xavior Institute and STEP ON IT!" yelled Kitty.
With a loud screeching of tires the small yellow taxi sped off to the institute.