PRE-A/N: Thanks to reviewers. There won't be nearly as many break-ins by me
this chap.
Ry: Do you realize you're the only guy to say that you are, in fact, a guy. There may be others that have/are reviewing, but nobody who's said anything. They're all carefully disguised behind clever screen names. Thanks for coming to read EC&T, and I'm really sorry that anyone ever made you have a group shower experience. I cannot imagine. It's just too horrible. But the guys at the Institute have partitions. Gotta remember that... And, last of all, it's nice to know that some guys still have a sense of decency. I was starting to get worried, quite honestly.
Rogue4787: Go RHPS!!! Remy going all Frank N Furter, now there's a lovely picture. drool But, wait. Did you say two years? NOOOOO!!!! I want X3 NOW! Hell yeah, there better be ROMY if they're makin' us wait two more years for it. Don't see why they even put her with an out of character Bobby in the first place. Honestly, he broods so much he's like a mini- Scott. Ew.
Childernwithblades: I'm tryin' to work more Jamie face-time in, believe me. I'm glad there's somebody out there who likes him as much as I do. He's a sweety, but I don't think he can honestly be as naïve as people think he is. He's like, what? At least fourteen now, right? Almost? What fourteen year old boy is that pure and innocent?
Disclaimer: I own nothing. We pick up where we left off, in Rogue and Kitty's room, finding Kurt and Remy make-up for Cross-Dressing Day. &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& Rogue put the eyelash curlers down on the vanity and looked through her other make-up. After a few seconds she decided on a bottle of black liquid- eyeliner- impossible to use until you're used to it, some white powder cuz Remy was too tan to be a good goth, dark purple lipstick, black and green eye shadow, and, to top it off, nice black mascara.
Remy took all this in and felt he had to protest. "Doan t'ink I need t' work so much t' make my eyes stand out," he muttered.
Kurt flicked his tail over at Kitty's dresser while she scrounged to find just what she wanted to put on the blue boy. "At least you don't have to vear pink lip-"
"Oh! I forgot!" Kitty exclaimed, grabbing the pink lipstick she'd originally gave Kurt and replacing it with a tube of fire engine red.
Rogue snickered and then remembered something she'd forgotten, too. "If Ah'm gonna play, Ah'm gonna listen to music while Ah do it," she announced, walking over to the stereo system and looking through her and Kitty's combined CD collection.
"Can you, like, make it kinda my style, at least while I'm like, still in here? Please?" Kitty asked nicely.
Rogue smirked at the CD she'd chosen and looked back at Kitty. "You'll like Flogging Molly, Ah promise." she assured her, putting the CD in the CD player whether she liked it or not.
While the first song played, Rogue gave the white powder to Remy and made him prove he was competent enough to handle that much. He was. She picked up the eyelash curlers again, despite the face that the mascara was sthe self-curling kind. This was more fun. He flinched and glared at her, noticing the scary eyelash curlers were back in her hand.
"'S a miracle ya doan puttcher eye out, chere," he said in defeat.
It only took one minute and thirteen seconds for Rogue to re-evaluate her view that all men are babies. Now, it was just non-got ones. And Remy that was the biggest baby of them all. He kept leaning back away from her every time she came near him. It was annoying in most people when they did that to her; to have Remy, who never took a step back, who always pushed forward, do it was damn near infuriating.
Remy tried to avoid charging the eyeliner brush while she was using it on him, but it was scary, and she'd eventually had to hit him with it and get him to un-charge it so that they didn't all die. Now she was trying to paint on eyeliner.
"Quit flinchin'!"
"Y'r goan poke me in de eye!" he whined, nearly twisting away from the liquid eyeliner brush.
"Stop squirmin' an' Ah won't poke ya in the eye!" she told him, trying to get him to hold still. He actually batted at her hand to keep it away from him. A short slap-fight broke out between the two of them that had Kitty and Kurt busting a gut.
Realizing how stupid they both looked, they took a moment to recompose themselves. It was Remy who did this the fastest, since he had more practice at showing people what they expected to see instead of what was really there.
"Gimme a reason t' stop squirmin' an' we'll see if I sit still longer," he challenged.
Rogue was about to smack him again, harder this time, when it occurred to her that she might get finished with his eyes if she cooperated. At least a little. Because, once she'd started on them she found out how much fun it was. His eyes were, arguably, his best feature to begin with, but now that one was half outlined in black Rogue couldn't wait to see what the finished product would look like. It was kind of like working on a master-piece that she occasionally wanted to lick.
"Ya grope me," she warned him, "an' Ah'll kill ya painfully. Remembah that."
Remy was surprised. He hadn't actually expected her to let him have anything. Honestly, he was hoping to annoy her so much she'd kick him out. This could be good though. No groping; he could probably do that.
Rogue was standing in front of his legs, trying to lean forward to put the make-up on, so it wasn't too much more maneuvering to put one leg on either side of his as he sat on the vanity stool so that she was standing straddling his legs, putting her body very close to his. It actually made putting the eyeliner on easier, since she was now a little bit closer to his face. Remy was just happy with the view through her sheer shirt and down her tube top. This would actually have been a whole lot sexier if she hadn't been holding an eyeliner bottle, and if she was looking more like a young Mae West beckoning to the camera than like Picasso studying one of his works. As it was, it was just mildly enjoyable.
"You c'n put ya hands on the outside of mah legs, or on mah waist," she instructed him. "No highah, no lowah, watch ya fingers, hold still, an' look up."
Remy debated and finally decided to go for the outsides of Rogue's thighs as the safest place, while she applied the eyeliner underneath the eyelashes on his lower lids. "Don't blink fo' a minute or it'll get messed up," she told him, and lightly blew on the make-up to help it dry faster. When she leaned back and took in the product so far, her mouth dropped a little.
"Wow," Rogue sighed, a smile of awe and satisfaction in her work blossoming on her face. "That's so cool." And that was just the eyeliner!
Kitty was valiantly covering her giggles on her side of the room, while Kurt was silently fuming, wanting to protect his sister.-------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------
The rest of the students at the Institute got done with their dinners as quickly as possible, putting plates and glasses, clinking and clunking, into the industrial-sized dishwasher before the guys hauled the girls off to get them the clothes they would be wearing come Saturday.
In Bobby's room, Rahne was being instructed on not only how to dress like, but how to be Bobby; how to capture his essential Bobby-ness.
"There's a style to it," he said, trying to sound sophisticated. "A way of doing things that is me and only me."
"Ach, just gimme the clothes already, ya idiot!" she yelled at him. "See if I ever choose you as my partner again."
"But, you haven't learned anything yet!" he said.
"Bobby, it's just jeans and a T-shirt," Rahne sighed in frustration. "How hard could it possibly be?"
"What about how I gel my hair, huh?" he asked. "And, where do you wear the waist of your pants?"
"Oh, grow up." ------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------- "Man, you wear your clothes tight!" Tabitha said as she held a shirt up to her chest, looking in his mirror.
"Tab, you've got breasts, and I don't," Roberto pointed out from his slouching position on his twin-sized bed. "Obviously, my clothes are gonna be a little smaller on you."
"Hey, I wasn't complaining," she shrugged, going to look through his pants selection. "I mean, you've seen my normal clothes."
"I've worn you're normal clothes," Roberto reminded her ironically.
"True," Tabby smiled. "You gonna come out to play any time soon?"
He scowled at her and threw one of his pillows at her head. She saw what he was doing in the dresser mirror and just managed to catch the projectile, giggling.
"Guess not, huh?" ---------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------- Jamie spent no time thinking about what Jubilee was going to wear. He briskly walked to his dresser and took out a pair of long shorts, and then went to his closet and pulled down a button-down shirt that was just a little bit big on him. He grabbed socks and an undershirt.
"There anything I need to know?" Jubilee asked as she accepted the clothes.
Jamie shook his head. "Nope. Unless you count that I fall down a lot."
Jubes smiled and put a hand on his shoulder, a shoulder she suddenly realized was an inch higher than hers was. "Not so much, lately. It was just that weird growing-clumsiness. You haven't fallen down in, what, two weeks?"
"Two and a half," Jamie said proudly. "And I only made three of me that time."
Jubilee laughed. "Good job, Jamie." ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------- Sam spent several long, detailed minutes explaining the whole Kentucky- meets-skater persona he'd been cultivating- some would say "butchering"- to Amara, and telling her what and why she would be wearing it on Saturday.
Amara had zoned out a long time ago.
"Are ya even listening?" Sam asked.
She jumped back into the same world that he was in and thought about saying that, of course she was listening. "No," she admitted. "No, I wasn't."
He sighed and crossed his arms over his chest in utter frustration. "Wha' was the last thing ya heard?"
Amara got a blank look on her face and decided to make something up. "I won't be showering in the morning?"
Sam shook his head. "Just take the clothes and figyah it out on ya own." --- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------- Scott was meticulous in his choice of clothing for Jean. "Here's a pair of my shoes, socks, pants, boxers-"
"Please tell me those are clean," Jean insisted, eyeing the boxers suspiciously.
"That's just gross, Jean."
"Yes or no, please."
"Yes, they're clean," Scott assured her. "Here's pants, and undershirt, a T- shirt, and a sweater. Oh, and just to top it off, here's a spare pair of my glasses."
"Gee, is there anything you might have forgotten?" Jean said sarcastically.
"Yeah, now that you mention it," he grinned. "The guys talked it out on the way up from the locker room. Since we don't wear bras, you girls don't get to that day, either."
"Then, you guys do have to wear a bra," she pointed out.
"We can live with that." --------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------- Rogue was singing along with "Devil's Dance Floor" as she outlined Remy's mouth with purple lipliner. It'd been hell to find the stuff, so she was showing him how to use it properly.
"'Swing a little more, little more o're the merry'o.' C'n ya do this on ya own?" she asked.
"Yup," Remy said, trying so hard to be a saint. He'd already had to move his hand up to her waist to avoid temptation when she'd sung out the verse, "Her legs ran all the way up to heaven and past Avalon," and now she kept staring at his lips and singing about "the apple now is sweet, oh much sweeter than it ought to be." True, it wasn't sexual to her, but damned if he wasn't having some problems. ################ ##################################### Post-A/N: Those problems of Remy's will be explored next chapter. Well, I had to hook you some way, didn't I? And the song that Rogue is singing along to, "Devil's Dance Floor" by Flogging Molly? I don't own that, either.
Sigh. Oh, dear. Now that I know that there's a real guy reading this, I feel like I should give the guys more credit. And bigger parts- in the story! Get your minds out of the gutter! Dirty minds, all of you...sheepish look Anyway, I went back and flushed the guys' scenes out a little. See what you did, Ry?! I ask for forgiveness, though, for both me and for Panther. As girls, we find writing guys slightly difficult and they end up kind of flat. Sorry.
Ry: Do you realize you're the only guy to say that you are, in fact, a guy. There may be others that have/are reviewing, but nobody who's said anything. They're all carefully disguised behind clever screen names. Thanks for coming to read EC&T, and I'm really sorry that anyone ever made you have a group shower experience. I cannot imagine. It's just too horrible. But the guys at the Institute have partitions. Gotta remember that... And, last of all, it's nice to know that some guys still have a sense of decency. I was starting to get worried, quite honestly.
Rogue4787: Go RHPS!!! Remy going all Frank N Furter, now there's a lovely picture. drool But, wait. Did you say two years? NOOOOO!!!! I want X3 NOW! Hell yeah, there better be ROMY if they're makin' us wait two more years for it. Don't see why they even put her with an out of character Bobby in the first place. Honestly, he broods so much he's like a mini- Scott. Ew.
Childernwithblades: I'm tryin' to work more Jamie face-time in, believe me. I'm glad there's somebody out there who likes him as much as I do. He's a sweety, but I don't think he can honestly be as naïve as people think he is. He's like, what? At least fourteen now, right? Almost? What fourteen year old boy is that pure and innocent?
Disclaimer: I own nothing. We pick up where we left off, in Rogue and Kitty's room, finding Kurt and Remy make-up for Cross-Dressing Day. &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& Rogue put the eyelash curlers down on the vanity and looked through her other make-up. After a few seconds she decided on a bottle of black liquid- eyeliner- impossible to use until you're used to it, some white powder cuz Remy was too tan to be a good goth, dark purple lipstick, black and green eye shadow, and, to top it off, nice black mascara.
Remy took all this in and felt he had to protest. "Doan t'ink I need t' work so much t' make my eyes stand out," he muttered.
Kurt flicked his tail over at Kitty's dresser while she scrounged to find just what she wanted to put on the blue boy. "At least you don't have to vear pink lip-"
"Oh! I forgot!" Kitty exclaimed, grabbing the pink lipstick she'd originally gave Kurt and replacing it with a tube of fire engine red.
Rogue snickered and then remembered something she'd forgotten, too. "If Ah'm gonna play, Ah'm gonna listen to music while Ah do it," she announced, walking over to the stereo system and looking through her and Kitty's combined CD collection.
"Can you, like, make it kinda my style, at least while I'm like, still in here? Please?" Kitty asked nicely.
Rogue smirked at the CD she'd chosen and looked back at Kitty. "You'll like Flogging Molly, Ah promise." she assured her, putting the CD in the CD player whether she liked it or not.
While the first song played, Rogue gave the white powder to Remy and made him prove he was competent enough to handle that much. He was. She picked up the eyelash curlers again, despite the face that the mascara was sthe self-curling kind. This was more fun. He flinched and glared at her, noticing the scary eyelash curlers were back in her hand.
"'S a miracle ya doan puttcher eye out, chere," he said in defeat.
It only took one minute and thirteen seconds for Rogue to re-evaluate her view that all men are babies. Now, it was just non-got ones. And Remy that was the biggest baby of them all. He kept leaning back away from her every time she came near him. It was annoying in most people when they did that to her; to have Remy, who never took a step back, who always pushed forward, do it was damn near infuriating.
Remy tried to avoid charging the eyeliner brush while she was using it on him, but it was scary, and she'd eventually had to hit him with it and get him to un-charge it so that they didn't all die. Now she was trying to paint on eyeliner.
"Quit flinchin'!"
"Y'r goan poke me in de eye!" he whined, nearly twisting away from the liquid eyeliner brush.
"Stop squirmin' an' Ah won't poke ya in the eye!" she told him, trying to get him to hold still. He actually batted at her hand to keep it away from him. A short slap-fight broke out between the two of them that had Kitty and Kurt busting a gut.
Realizing how stupid they both looked, they took a moment to recompose themselves. It was Remy who did this the fastest, since he had more practice at showing people what they expected to see instead of what was really there.
"Gimme a reason t' stop squirmin' an' we'll see if I sit still longer," he challenged.
Rogue was about to smack him again, harder this time, when it occurred to her that she might get finished with his eyes if she cooperated. At least a little. Because, once she'd started on them she found out how much fun it was. His eyes were, arguably, his best feature to begin with, but now that one was half outlined in black Rogue couldn't wait to see what the finished product would look like. It was kind of like working on a master-piece that she occasionally wanted to lick.
"Ya grope me," she warned him, "an' Ah'll kill ya painfully. Remembah that."
Remy was surprised. He hadn't actually expected her to let him have anything. Honestly, he was hoping to annoy her so much she'd kick him out. This could be good though. No groping; he could probably do that.
Rogue was standing in front of his legs, trying to lean forward to put the make-up on, so it wasn't too much more maneuvering to put one leg on either side of his as he sat on the vanity stool so that she was standing straddling his legs, putting her body very close to his. It actually made putting the eyeliner on easier, since she was now a little bit closer to his face. Remy was just happy with the view through her sheer shirt and down her tube top. This would actually have been a whole lot sexier if she hadn't been holding an eyeliner bottle, and if she was looking more like a young Mae West beckoning to the camera than like Picasso studying one of his works. As it was, it was just mildly enjoyable.
"You c'n put ya hands on the outside of mah legs, or on mah waist," she instructed him. "No highah, no lowah, watch ya fingers, hold still, an' look up."
Remy debated and finally decided to go for the outsides of Rogue's thighs as the safest place, while she applied the eyeliner underneath the eyelashes on his lower lids. "Don't blink fo' a minute or it'll get messed up," she told him, and lightly blew on the make-up to help it dry faster. When she leaned back and took in the product so far, her mouth dropped a little.
"Wow," Rogue sighed, a smile of awe and satisfaction in her work blossoming on her face. "That's so cool." And that was just the eyeliner!
Kitty was valiantly covering her giggles on her side of the room, while Kurt was silently fuming, wanting to protect his sister.-------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------
The rest of the students at the Institute got done with their dinners as quickly as possible, putting plates and glasses, clinking and clunking, into the industrial-sized dishwasher before the guys hauled the girls off to get them the clothes they would be wearing come Saturday.
In Bobby's room, Rahne was being instructed on not only how to dress like, but how to be Bobby; how to capture his essential Bobby-ness.
"There's a style to it," he said, trying to sound sophisticated. "A way of doing things that is me and only me."
"Ach, just gimme the clothes already, ya idiot!" she yelled at him. "See if I ever choose you as my partner again."
"But, you haven't learned anything yet!" he said.
"Bobby, it's just jeans and a T-shirt," Rahne sighed in frustration. "How hard could it possibly be?"
"What about how I gel my hair, huh?" he asked. "And, where do you wear the waist of your pants?"
"Oh, grow up." ------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------- "Man, you wear your clothes tight!" Tabitha said as she held a shirt up to her chest, looking in his mirror.
"Tab, you've got breasts, and I don't," Roberto pointed out from his slouching position on his twin-sized bed. "Obviously, my clothes are gonna be a little smaller on you."
"Hey, I wasn't complaining," she shrugged, going to look through his pants selection. "I mean, you've seen my normal clothes."
"I've worn you're normal clothes," Roberto reminded her ironically.
"True," Tabby smiled. "You gonna come out to play any time soon?"
He scowled at her and threw one of his pillows at her head. She saw what he was doing in the dresser mirror and just managed to catch the projectile, giggling.
"Guess not, huh?" ---------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------- Jamie spent no time thinking about what Jubilee was going to wear. He briskly walked to his dresser and took out a pair of long shorts, and then went to his closet and pulled down a button-down shirt that was just a little bit big on him. He grabbed socks and an undershirt.
"There anything I need to know?" Jubilee asked as she accepted the clothes.
Jamie shook his head. "Nope. Unless you count that I fall down a lot."
Jubes smiled and put a hand on his shoulder, a shoulder she suddenly realized was an inch higher than hers was. "Not so much, lately. It was just that weird growing-clumsiness. You haven't fallen down in, what, two weeks?"
"Two and a half," Jamie said proudly. "And I only made three of me that time."
Jubilee laughed. "Good job, Jamie." ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------- Sam spent several long, detailed minutes explaining the whole Kentucky- meets-skater persona he'd been cultivating- some would say "butchering"- to Amara, and telling her what and why she would be wearing it on Saturday.
Amara had zoned out a long time ago.
"Are ya even listening?" Sam asked.
She jumped back into the same world that he was in and thought about saying that, of course she was listening. "No," she admitted. "No, I wasn't."
He sighed and crossed his arms over his chest in utter frustration. "Wha' was the last thing ya heard?"
Amara got a blank look on her face and decided to make something up. "I won't be showering in the morning?"
Sam shook his head. "Just take the clothes and figyah it out on ya own." --- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------- Scott was meticulous in his choice of clothing for Jean. "Here's a pair of my shoes, socks, pants, boxers-"
"Please tell me those are clean," Jean insisted, eyeing the boxers suspiciously.
"That's just gross, Jean."
"Yes or no, please."
"Yes, they're clean," Scott assured her. "Here's pants, and undershirt, a T- shirt, and a sweater. Oh, and just to top it off, here's a spare pair of my glasses."
"Gee, is there anything you might have forgotten?" Jean said sarcastically.
"Yeah, now that you mention it," he grinned. "The guys talked it out on the way up from the locker room. Since we don't wear bras, you girls don't get to that day, either."
"Then, you guys do have to wear a bra," she pointed out.
"We can live with that." --------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------- Rogue was singing along with "Devil's Dance Floor" as she outlined Remy's mouth with purple lipliner. It'd been hell to find the stuff, so she was showing him how to use it properly.
"'Swing a little more, little more o're the merry'o.' C'n ya do this on ya own?" she asked.
"Yup," Remy said, trying so hard to be a saint. He'd already had to move his hand up to her waist to avoid temptation when she'd sung out the verse, "Her legs ran all the way up to heaven and past Avalon," and now she kept staring at his lips and singing about "the apple now is sweet, oh much sweeter than it ought to be." True, it wasn't sexual to her, but damned if he wasn't having some problems. ################ ##################################### Post-A/N: Those problems of Remy's will be explored next chapter. Well, I had to hook you some way, didn't I? And the song that Rogue is singing along to, "Devil's Dance Floor" by Flogging Molly? I don't own that, either.
Sigh. Oh, dear. Now that I know that there's a real guy reading this, I feel like I should give the guys more credit. And bigger parts- in the story! Get your minds out of the gutter! Dirty minds, all of you...sheepish look Anyway, I went back and flushed the guys' scenes out a little. See what you did, Ry?! I ask for forgiveness, though, for both me and for Panther. As girls, we find writing guys slightly difficult and they end up kind of flat. Sorry.