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Jean Ororo Rogue and Kurt-Thanks!
Eileen-Glad to hear about you good sleep. I loved the last part too. It was time for some fluff, huh?
Seven-Two reviews in row! You are giving soem more (don't worry about the sex pun, I thought of it almost immediatly too) So, you want another appearacen? Would you like to be an ever present extra? You can hang out with the sadistic punk girls. Done! Whamo!
I thought Rogue's reactin was very real as well. I mean, I'd sure as hell be flumoxed for a second. But then I'd go back to snogging. It thought she reactd very well. If only your Rogue could do the same. Thanks for the multiple reviews. I was hoping you'd start giving soon. *Wink*
Chaotic Boredom-You have memories like the duck thing. Poor girl. RABID will help with those chickens. Mmm. Fried chicken. Or Chicken 'n' rice. Mmmm. I got bored writing Mystique's speach, so I gave up on it. Glad you approve. Ooooh, thirty foot tall Hugh Jackman. Mmm. Peter is hot and shirtless too, so watch out for him when you see it. Thanks for the review!
Yumico-Fluff begins the next chapter, I swear. Thanks for the review!
***
Jean was sitting in the nearby McDonalds talking to Kitty. Jean was trying to tell the valley girl how her room mate was loosening up, but wasn't wuite sure her message was getting across.
"They were sleeping together in the lobby."
Kitty's eyes widened and Jean _knew_ she'd gotten it wrong. Before the red head could rectify her mistake, Kitty was out of the restaurant and bolting toward the mall.
The valley girl was so engrossed with the images of her roommate and Remy's torrid tryst she didn't notice Lance loitering in a generally scrub-like way by the food court. Kitty was too intent on getting to Amara and Tabitha, being unable to keep a secret to save her soul.
Lance fo course followed his excited ex. Hell, it was better than standing alone and brooding, which had been his intenion for this trip to the mall. Maybe he could harras Kitty, which was how he'd gotten her to go out with him in the first place. Hey, he had a shot.
Kitty spotted the group of her fellow x-men and John and rushed over.
"Amara! Tabitha! You'll _never_ guess what happened last night!"
Roberto and John, who had been subtly flirting (more one man than the other) continued uninhibited, although Roberto was listening intently, being a gossip hound.
Kitty looked around, like there would be spies interested in Rogue's love life. Somehow she failed to notice the brotherhood boys in plain sight. None the less, she leaned in to the other women conspiratorily. "Rogue and Remy had sex! Jean told me about it."
Tabitha held up her hands, grinning like the chesire cat. "Jean told you about Rogue and Remy's sex? Kinky."
Lance scurried off, half afraid of being found out, half sickened. So of course he had to share his sickness with the others. John looked at the group of girls with both appreciation for the fine females in front of him, and curiosity. "I thought Rogue was the bitchy one with the stripes."
"So did I," Roberto said, looking nothing short or other than disturbed. [Rogue had sex before me! How the hell? I mean, sure I'm a gay junior high student, but she's a freaky goth! Not fair.] The inner Roberto pouted. The outer Roberto slid his foot up John's leg.
Unfortunatly Kitty saw the motion. She got the classic 'my friend has hooked up with a cute guy who compliments his features' look. "Awwww. You two would be so cute together."
Roberto wished he could slide through the floor instead of her.
---
Lance was impaitently waiting for Fred to pick up his phone. The weighty Texan was taking a nap. After a few rings Fred tried to shut the alarm clock off, but knocked the phone off the hook by chance. Lance's voice came out almost immediatly.
"Fred! Wake up! You gotta hear this! Remember all those times Rogue tried to kill Pietro for hitting on her? Well, someone finally melted the ice queen!"
All Fred got out of it in his half asleep, really not giving a damn state was 'Kill Pietro'. Assuming the talkign fault line was brooding about Magneto's son, Fred just decided to agree with whatever was said.
"Yeah, sure."
"No, I'm serious. Rogue, Remy and Jean had three way sex!"
This woke Fred right up. He quickly went through the classic male reaction (bear in mind I _am_ female and mean no harm wiht this playful jab at the male mind). Thta is, he imagined Rogue and Jean, no guy. Then Rogue, Jean, and him, no clothes. Then, the whole truth brought his happy fantasy to a quick and painful execution. The two women who were playing with him in his fantasy either wouldn't or couldn't touch him, quite possibly both.
"Naw. Jean's not like that. And Rogue can't touch."
Lance shrugged, but realized this was wasted, since he was talking on the phone. "Kitty said so."
"Kitty's not very observant." Fred got out of bed and started getting dressd, knowing he wouldn't get back to sleep anythime soon. Not with these images in his head.
"Jean sticks out like a straight drag queen at a skanky Spring break video filming!" Lance yelleda getting him quite a few odd looks. A few mothers scooted their children away form him, and a group of punk girls, including one in a maid outfit, probably on her lunch break, made disgusted faces at him and rolled their eyes.
Fred wondered why he didn't just let Lance think Jena was pervy like that. Deciding that it was temporary insanity, Fred continued. "Only becasue of the red hair."
Lance turned away from the punk girls, who were all talking abotu how men were nasty. . .except for one who licked her lips, showing off a spikey tounge ring. "How many people have long red hair?"
"I dunno. Rogue's a goth, and she sould her soul's pinky to smack Pietro." Fred supplied, remebering hte beating well. Pietro had been black and blue for a week. It was the best week of their lives. At least their lives in the BoM.
"Satanic intervention?" The spikey tounge ring punk was now pracitcally salivating at Lance. VEryf rigtened, he tried to scoot away form her without lookinglike he wsa doing so. The phone cord did not help. Eventually the maid hooked her friend's arm and shook her head.
"Why not? More plausible than Jean taking off her chastisy belt." Fred was going throughteh mini-fridge, looking for somethign worth eating.
"Good point." Lance gave a grateful look at the maid, who gave him a smile. He paused for a second, overwhelmed by her hot and sexyness. She rolled her eyes and went back to talking to her friends. [So much for that.]
The Spikey punk noticed her friend's complete indifference to LAnce, and teh fact that she was absorbed in a discusion with someone, loking away from Lance. With a sugary evil smile, the tounge ring punk snuck up on her prey. Not as cute as the guy from the day before, but grungy guys were usually good kissers. They had to have _Some_thing going for them. (AN: Grungy guys, along with greasy leather peirced guys are a main diversion. But hey, not everyone is like that.)
"Oh man. Todd's with Remy. If he's been having sex by satanic intervention-"
LAnce saw the punk tryignt o sneak up on him. "Fred, I gotta go. BYe!" Lance ran away from the food court, leaving the spikey tonge ring punk to pout in his general direction. The other girls laughed, and went on their punky way.
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Fred sat down on the bed, dialing the cell phone Todd had 'borrowed' from Pietro before they came to London. He also opened a container fo sea food salad and beagn munching happily at his pre-dinner.
Todd answered the phone, thinkign fred was callignto check on his progress. The frog boy had called Fred first, since he was Todd's best friend. Todd was sitting on a bench next to the river and catching flies and other bugs when Fred called. Wanda was nearby reading under a tree, oblivious of Todd. Which was why he was eating instead of wooingehr. He'd been told very clearly to never approacha woman holding a book, especially a hard cover one.
"What's up, yo?"
Fred swallowed a bite of cabbage and crab stuff. "Rogue got laid last night."
Todd was disturbed. "Why you tellin' me, yo? Not my business."
"She sold her soul to have sex with Remy. You gotta wach out for him. DOn't know if he sold his too or not."
"WHAT! ROgue sold her soul!"
Wanda looked up from ehr book. She saw Todd staring increduously, and then the words hit her. Rogue sold her soul. . .they only thought that because of the whole goth thing. Very angry at having been indirectly stereotyped, Wanda stormed over to Todd.
"What are you talking about?" Todd looked up at his angry and unrequied love.
"Uh. . .um. . .uh. . ."
Wanda grabbed the phone and yelled at Fred for a god five minutes about how goth does not equal sastan worshipper, and by the way, wicca is not satan worship. Oh, and vampire books aren't satanic. . .you get the idea.
Fred had put teh phone down until Wnada stopped ventign so he could eat in peace. Once she had stopped yelling, he picked the phone back up.
"Rogue sold her soul. Not becasue she's a goth or reads Anne Rice, but because she wanted to have sex with Remy. I wasn't being stupid, or immature, and I wouldn't have said she sold her soul unless eveything pointed that way. Beside, not like it matters to you, right?"
Wanda stopped raging intrhe face of cool ogic. "Oh. Yes, of course." [he doesn't know she's my sister. When did Fred get so smart?] "Good bye."
Wanda handed the phone back to Todd and hiked off toward the hotel Rogue was staying in, needing to have a talk wiht her darling sister.
***
Next, more kissing, more gossip, and no racing stripes.
Ninety nine red REVIEWS!
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith
Reviews!
Jean Ororo Rogue and Kurt-Thanks!
Eileen-Glad to hear about you good sleep. I loved the last part too. It was time for some fluff, huh?
Seven-Two reviews in row! You are giving soem more (don't worry about the sex pun, I thought of it almost immediatly too) So, you want another appearacen? Would you like to be an ever present extra? You can hang out with the sadistic punk girls. Done! Whamo!
I thought Rogue's reactin was very real as well. I mean, I'd sure as hell be flumoxed for a second. But then I'd go back to snogging. It thought she reactd very well. If only your Rogue could do the same. Thanks for the multiple reviews. I was hoping you'd start giving soon. *Wink*
Chaotic Boredom-You have memories like the duck thing. Poor girl. RABID will help with those chickens. Mmm. Fried chicken. Or Chicken 'n' rice. Mmmm. I got bored writing Mystique's speach, so I gave up on it. Glad you approve. Ooooh, thirty foot tall Hugh Jackman. Mmm. Peter is hot and shirtless too, so watch out for him when you see it. Thanks for the review!
Yumico-Fluff begins the next chapter, I swear. Thanks for the review!
***
Jean was sitting in the nearby McDonalds talking to Kitty. Jean was trying to tell the valley girl how her room mate was loosening up, but wasn't wuite sure her message was getting across.
"They were sleeping together in the lobby."
Kitty's eyes widened and Jean _knew_ she'd gotten it wrong. Before the red head could rectify her mistake, Kitty was out of the restaurant and bolting toward the mall.
The valley girl was so engrossed with the images of her roommate and Remy's torrid tryst she didn't notice Lance loitering in a generally scrub-like way by the food court. Kitty was too intent on getting to Amara and Tabitha, being unable to keep a secret to save her soul.
Lance fo course followed his excited ex. Hell, it was better than standing alone and brooding, which had been his intenion for this trip to the mall. Maybe he could harras Kitty, which was how he'd gotten her to go out with him in the first place. Hey, he had a shot.
Kitty spotted the group of her fellow x-men and John and rushed over.
"Amara! Tabitha! You'll _never_ guess what happened last night!"
Roberto and John, who had been subtly flirting (more one man than the other) continued uninhibited, although Roberto was listening intently, being a gossip hound.
Kitty looked around, like there would be spies interested in Rogue's love life. Somehow she failed to notice the brotherhood boys in plain sight. None the less, she leaned in to the other women conspiratorily. "Rogue and Remy had sex! Jean told me about it."
Tabitha held up her hands, grinning like the chesire cat. "Jean told you about Rogue and Remy's sex? Kinky."
Lance scurried off, half afraid of being found out, half sickened. So of course he had to share his sickness with the others. John looked at the group of girls with both appreciation for the fine females in front of him, and curiosity. "I thought Rogue was the bitchy one with the stripes."
"So did I," Roberto said, looking nothing short or other than disturbed. [Rogue had sex before me! How the hell? I mean, sure I'm a gay junior high student, but she's a freaky goth! Not fair.] The inner Roberto pouted. The outer Roberto slid his foot up John's leg.
Unfortunatly Kitty saw the motion. She got the classic 'my friend has hooked up with a cute guy who compliments his features' look. "Awwww. You two would be so cute together."
Roberto wished he could slide through the floor instead of her.
---
Lance was impaitently waiting for Fred to pick up his phone. The weighty Texan was taking a nap. After a few rings Fred tried to shut the alarm clock off, but knocked the phone off the hook by chance. Lance's voice came out almost immediatly.
"Fred! Wake up! You gotta hear this! Remember all those times Rogue tried to kill Pietro for hitting on her? Well, someone finally melted the ice queen!"
All Fred got out of it in his half asleep, really not giving a damn state was 'Kill Pietro'. Assuming the talkign fault line was brooding about Magneto's son, Fred just decided to agree with whatever was said.
"Yeah, sure."
"No, I'm serious. Rogue, Remy and Jean had three way sex!"
This woke Fred right up. He quickly went through the classic male reaction (bear in mind I _am_ female and mean no harm wiht this playful jab at the male mind). Thta is, he imagined Rogue and Jean, no guy. Then Rogue, Jean, and him, no clothes. Then, the whole truth brought his happy fantasy to a quick and painful execution. The two women who were playing with him in his fantasy either wouldn't or couldn't touch him, quite possibly both.
"Naw. Jean's not like that. And Rogue can't touch."
Lance shrugged, but realized this was wasted, since he was talking on the phone. "Kitty said so."
"Kitty's not very observant." Fred got out of bed and started getting dressd, knowing he wouldn't get back to sleep anythime soon. Not with these images in his head.
"Jean sticks out like a straight drag queen at a skanky Spring break video filming!" Lance yelleda getting him quite a few odd looks. A few mothers scooted their children away form him, and a group of punk girls, including one in a maid outfit, probably on her lunch break, made disgusted faces at him and rolled their eyes.
Fred wondered why he didn't just let Lance think Jena was pervy like that. Deciding that it was temporary insanity, Fred continued. "Only becasue of the red hair."
Lance turned away from the punk girls, who were all talking abotu how men were nasty. . .except for one who licked her lips, showing off a spikey tounge ring. "How many people have long red hair?"
"I dunno. Rogue's a goth, and she sould her soul's pinky to smack Pietro." Fred supplied, remebering hte beating well. Pietro had been black and blue for a week. It was the best week of their lives. At least their lives in the BoM.
"Satanic intervention?" The spikey tounge ring punk was now pracitcally salivating at Lance. VEryf rigtened, he tried to scoot away form her without lookinglike he wsa doing so. The phone cord did not help. Eventually the maid hooked her friend's arm and shook her head.
"Why not? More plausible than Jean taking off her chastisy belt." Fred was going throughteh mini-fridge, looking for somethign worth eating.
"Good point." Lance gave a grateful look at the maid, who gave him a smile. He paused for a second, overwhelmed by her hot and sexyness. She rolled her eyes and went back to talking to her friends. [So much for that.]
The Spikey punk noticed her friend's complete indifference to LAnce, and teh fact that she was absorbed in a discusion with someone, loking away from Lance. With a sugary evil smile, the tounge ring punk snuck up on her prey. Not as cute as the guy from the day before, but grungy guys were usually good kissers. They had to have _Some_thing going for them. (AN: Grungy guys, along with greasy leather peirced guys are a main diversion. But hey, not everyone is like that.)
"Oh man. Todd's with Remy. If he's been having sex by satanic intervention-"
LAnce saw the punk tryignt o sneak up on him. "Fred, I gotta go. BYe!" Lance ran away from the food court, leaving the spikey tonge ring punk to pout in his general direction. The other girls laughed, and went on their punky way.
---
Fred sat down on the bed, dialing the cell phone Todd had 'borrowed' from Pietro before they came to London. He also opened a container fo sea food salad and beagn munching happily at his pre-dinner.
Todd answered the phone, thinkign fred was callignto check on his progress. The frog boy had called Fred first, since he was Todd's best friend. Todd was sitting on a bench next to the river and catching flies and other bugs when Fred called. Wanda was nearby reading under a tree, oblivious of Todd. Which was why he was eating instead of wooingehr. He'd been told very clearly to never approacha woman holding a book, especially a hard cover one.
"What's up, yo?"
Fred swallowed a bite of cabbage and crab stuff. "Rogue got laid last night."
Todd was disturbed. "Why you tellin' me, yo? Not my business."
"She sold her soul to have sex with Remy. You gotta wach out for him. DOn't know if he sold his too or not."
"WHAT! ROgue sold her soul!"
Wanda looked up from ehr book. She saw Todd staring increduously, and then the words hit her. Rogue sold her soul. . .they only thought that because of the whole goth thing. Very angry at having been indirectly stereotyped, Wanda stormed over to Todd.
"What are you talking about?" Todd looked up at his angry and unrequied love.
"Uh. . .um. . .uh. . ."
Wanda grabbed the phone and yelled at Fred for a god five minutes about how goth does not equal sastan worshipper, and by the way, wicca is not satan worship. Oh, and vampire books aren't satanic. . .you get the idea.
Fred had put teh phone down until Wnada stopped ventign so he could eat in peace. Once she had stopped yelling, he picked the phone back up.
"Rogue sold her soul. Not becasue she's a goth or reads Anne Rice, but because she wanted to have sex with Remy. I wasn't being stupid, or immature, and I wouldn't have said she sold her soul unless eveything pointed that way. Beside, not like it matters to you, right?"
Wanda stopped raging intrhe face of cool ogic. "Oh. Yes, of course." [he doesn't know she's my sister. When did Fred get so smart?] "Good bye."
Wanda handed the phone back to Todd and hiked off toward the hotel Rogue was staying in, needing to have a talk wiht her darling sister.
***
Next, more kissing, more gossip, and no racing stripes.
Ninety nine red REVIEWS!
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith