Disclaimer: "Botan's cat face. Quite distracting."
(An: Here 'tis, the last chapter... so you guys won't lynch me for leaving out the "coupleness.")
LATER THAT NIGHT...
Wanda knocked on John's door, biting her lower lip.
John blinked at her. "Um... do you need something?"
"No," she responded instantly, looking annoyed. "Well... yes, actually." She stared at him.
John shifted uncomfortably under her gaze. "What?"
Wanda stomped her foot, looking downright pissed now. "Don't you get it? I want you, John! I would've tackled you, dragged you up to the back room of the inn, and pretended I worked it if I didn't already have enough people talking about me!"
John's jaw dropped.
"I've been dropping hints as best I know how, but you just don't seem to be picking it up, and- and- agh!" She grabbed him and pressed her lips to his. She broke off and continued, John gaping at her. "It's more than that now, anyway, and I know you feel the same way and you haven't heard a word I just said because you're still processing that, right?"
John nodded.
"Oh, whatever, just kiss me, stupid!"
John stared at her for a moment longer, then pulled her in and shut the door behind her.
THE NEXT DAY...
John opened one eye. He squinted out towards the balcony. By his guess, it was already late morning. He realized his bed had another occupant, and paused, the events of last night coming back. He exhaled sharply, falling back down on the bed.
There was a thump as Remy appeared on the balcony. He smirked slightly, eyeing John and looking amused. "I knew it."
"Shut up," John muttered, turning red.
"You missed the coronation," Remy announced, leaning on the wall. "But, then again, I suppose you had a good reason for staying in bed."
Wanda rolled over to face him. Remy dodged the shot of blue sparks from her fingers. "Go away," she mumbled.
Remy held up his hands. "All right, all right, I'm going, I'm going..." He tipped them a cheeky two-fingered salute and jumped over the balcony, running off.
"Jerk," Wanda muttered. She yawned. "I'm tired."
"So go back to sleep," John replied, putting his arms around her.
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Remy vaulted over another balcony, not to annoy a friend this time but rather to check on his chere.
Rogue was standing at the window. She didn't turn when he came in. He walked up behind her and slipped his arms around her waist.She still didn't move.
Remy pressed his face into her hair.
"Are we leaving soon?"
"Oui... you coming with?"
"Of course," Rogue murmured. "It's not like I have anywhere else to go... or that I'd want to go..."
Remy slipped his fingers through hers. "You know," he whispered into her ear, "wolves mate for life."
"I don't know about elves, but I guess I would, too."
Remy smiled, and so did she.
THAT NIGHT...
The newly crowned queen watched as four people walked away from the castle, leading two horses. One winked at her as he slipped an arm around an elf, who pulled up her hood. The second man waved.
Kitty sighed, propping her chin on her fist. There was a bamf and Kurt appeared. He waved back. "I wonder what they'll do now," Kitty murmured.
"Probably go have all the fun without us," Kurt replied.
"You mean go out, get in trouble, and then call up their connection to me so they don't get in real trouble?"
"Well... yeah... if you have to put it that way..."
Kitty laughed. "I have a feeling we'll be seeing them again soon... let's just hope it's not in the jail..."
"But then they would be having all the fun without us!"
Kitty rolled her eyes this time. "Oh, I get the feeling life'll be plenty interesting here at the castle..."
Kurt kissed her nose. "With you around, Katzchen, I don't doubt it."
(And that is that. No, no sequel, this is a oneshot story. Review, si vous plait.)