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Cartoons » X-Men: Evolution » A Series of Unfortunate Saturdays, Part the Fifth text size: (+) : (-)
Author: Panther Nesmith 1. It Could have been the Castle 'Ooooooh'2. Jean's a Bad Bad Girl
R - English - Humor/Romance - Reviews: 12 - Publish date: 11-07-03 - Updated: 11-18-03 story id: 1590476
Hey all!
Got a monster cold. So I'm not doing any school work, even thugh I have a huge work packet due,a dn a test onteh skeletal system on friday. *shrugs* I'm not the first to neglect school for fan fic, and God willing, I won't be the last.
NOw for some nice replyin' action. (I missed this so much!)
Bocaj-Glad you're liking it! You'll see what Rogue's evil plan is, I assure you. As for me and Monty Python. . .would you believe I'm john Cleese's cat reincarnated? What does Amara see in John? Well, not so much what's in John, bit more of what John's in, if you catch my meaning. Honestly I don't see them together, but I have to get teh fans anyway I can.
Chaos-I think you 'n' Ish are the only ones who felt sorry for Jamie and Bobby. I wanna watch Life of Brian with your rockin' sound system. *looks covetously* I feel so bad for corrupting Jamie, but it sets up my next fic's begining nicely. So the boy my go through this trial of fire. . . Back John! You don't get to try him. As for Rogue's plan and the ff.net mods. . .consider them Jean, and my evil artistic genius Rogue's plan. *evil grin*
Shadowcat212-I wouldn't dream of cutting you all off now. "I can not die without dumping a few more buckets of shit on my fellow mans' heads" as someone else put it.
Remy shall Kill Belladonna-Glad you liek the chapter. I've seen you review some very fine works. *bows* A name liek that I can't forget. *grin*
Ish-you've pin pointed their lack of corruption expertly. As for 'part the fifth' I blatatnly ripped off Lemony Snicket with that un'. But I'm sure he won't mind. *grin* Need to disclaim that thought. I'm trying to be a bunny on crack, but I'm more like a cat on nyquil right now. Damn cold.
Disclaimer:
Dude, I even stole the title for this one. The 'evil idea' belongs to the two wonderful co-writers of Twisted Christmas the X-men way, and I command you to read it now. Go on, I'll be here when you get back. *waits paitently*
***
Rogue continued to grin at Remy. She then put a finger to her lips (even though Remy knew enough to be quiet), and watched the crack at the bottom of her door. Since the lights in the room were still off, the light from the hall filtered out from under it, until Jean's feet blocked it in two places.
Rogue smiled at Remy and pulled him down onto the bed next to her. The squeaking caught Jean's attention. The telepath tried to get a good picture of what was going on with her telepaty, but was blocked out by Remy's shields, no surprise, and she didn't even want to try getting in Rogue's. Jean had read the goth girls' mind once around Remy, and had no, well, very little. . .not all that much (really!), desire to do it again.
Remy felt the two women's moods, and suddenly got the whole extent of the joke. He grinned. This was going to be a lot of fun.
Rogue smiled and almost laughed when she saw Remy's expression change. She knew that he knew what she knew about Jean. That the professor's red headed darling was a very closet voyeur.
Rogue moaned, low, but loud enough for the sound to carry. Jean suddenly got the feeling that this was a bad thing to listen in on. But part of her, a miniscule part, shoved to the back of her mind and oh so hungry for any kind of action, want to hear. This made Jean feel even worse, but none-the-less she was rooted to the spot.
Remy started to talk in Creole again. All simple words he'd used around Jean, but made to mean something much different than during his light flirting with the red head.
It was even worse for Jean to hear words he'd mockingly said to her; that stupid grin plastered on his face, knowing that maybe he was grinning at Rogue, or maybe he was serious for once.
Jean wasn't jealous. That certainty wasn't self-delusion but fact, solid, set in stone. But she was human. She wondered what was going on in there.
Remy felt Jean's emotions switch at rapid fire pace, like she had a bunny on crack flipping all the emotional switches in her mind as fast as it could. Rogue somehow picked up on this, and let out another moan and a breathy and low, "oh LOrd!" for show.
Rogue then got a great idea for solidifying the illusion. She scooted a bit away from Remy, causing the bed to creak again. She then pulled one of her boots off, and undid the strings, grabbing them before letting the rest drop. She yanked the boot up by the strings and dropped it again.
Remy picked up on the idea, and began to look for something with a zipper while Rogue dropped the boot two more times, letting the strings sprawl over the tops, the ends clicking softly on the hardwood floor.
Had Jean been listening for it, the sound may have broken the illusion. It was easy to explain away, but an illusion is never complete if you have to explain something away. Luckily for the couple having mock-sex, Jean wasn't Logan.
Remy moaned, a sound that made ROgue's blood run hot and fast. [God, Ah could live off that sound.] But her mind was already working for new lines, just in case Jean thought about this later. Remy had a pair of pants he'd managed to get his hands on, and undid the zipper loudly, dropping the pants with as much force as was possible, so Jean would hear.
"Forge is a genius" Rogue said, in the voice that was going to slowly drive Remy insane. "Remind me when Ah see him next ta, ooooooh, buy him a drink."
The moan in the middle of the sentence was very close to real. Remy was highly aroused by Rogue's plan, and his self control was currently loosing an admirable fight against his sex drive. Too bad Rogue seemed to be on both sides at once. Remy hadn't been able to stop himself from running a hand over Rogue's thigh.
Jean was very close to bolting. Her voyeuristic streak was sated, and she suddenly had no business outside ROgue's door, listening to. . .that. With a small noise, indicating something close to a mental reboot, Jean left.
Rogue and Remy both noticed when she was gone. But for minute they didn't do anything else. Remy still had his hand on her skirt, tracing lines dangerously high on her thigh, adn her hands had somehow found their way to his hips, and were, against all logic, drawing him closer.
Rogue let go of him, and Remy removed his hand, though neither did it with the startled motion that Rogue would have expected. This was dangerous, but she couldn't seem to stop it. She had given up trying. As long as she kept some part of her head clear, they would both be safe. Rogue's mind struck on Merry Gentry playing sexual games with her life long friend. ROgue shook the thought away.
Remy was looking at her, a mixture of caution and lust. Rogue realized that maybe the game had been taken too far for all of them.
"Wow. We barely even touched each othah an' Ah'm all outta breath."
***
I got typer's cramp, and will just let this sit for a week if I look for a good stopping point. SO we'll stop here, okay?
You walk around oblivious to everything, you wear that party dress and REVIEW!
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith
Cartoons » X-Men: Evolution » A Series of Unfortunate Saturdays, Part the Fifth text size: (+) : (-)
Author: Panther Nesmith 1. It Could have been the Castle 'Ooooooh'2. Jean's a Bad Bad Girl
R - English - Humor/Romance - Reviews: 12 - Publish date: 11-07-03 - Updated: 11-18-03 story id: 1590476
Hey all!
Got a monster cold. So I'm not doing any school work, even thugh I have a huge work packet due,a dn a test onteh skeletal system on friday. *shrugs* I'm not the first to neglect school for fan fic, and God willing, I won't be the last.
NOw for some nice replyin' action. (I missed this so much!)
Bocaj-Glad you're liking it! You'll see what Rogue's evil plan is, I assure you. As for me and Monty Python. . .would you believe I'm john Cleese's cat reincarnated? What does Amara see in John? Well, not so much what's in John, bit more of what John's in, if you catch my meaning. Honestly I don't see them together, but I have to get teh fans anyway I can.
Chaos-I think you 'n' Ish are the only ones who felt sorry for Jamie and Bobby. I wanna watch Life of Brian with your rockin' sound system. *looks covetously* I feel so bad for corrupting Jamie, but it sets up my next fic's begining nicely. So the boy my go through this trial of fire. . . Back John! You don't get to try him. As for Rogue's plan and the ff.net mods. . .consider them Jean, and my evil artistic genius Rogue's plan. *evil grin*
Shadowcat212-I wouldn't dream of cutting you all off now. "I can not die without dumping a few more buckets of shit on my fellow mans' heads" as someone else put it.
Remy shall Kill Belladonna-Glad you liek the chapter. I've seen you review some very fine works. *bows* A name liek that I can't forget. *grin*
Ish-you've pin pointed their lack of corruption expertly. As for 'part the fifth' I blatatnly ripped off Lemony Snicket with that un'. But I'm sure he won't mind. *grin* Need to disclaim that thought. I'm trying to be a bunny on crack, but I'm more like a cat on nyquil right now. Damn cold.
Disclaimer:
Dude, I even stole the title for this one. The 'evil idea' belongs to the two wonderful co-writers of Twisted Christmas the X-men way, and I command you to read it now. Go on, I'll be here when you get back. *waits paitently*
***
Rogue continued to grin at Remy. She then put a finger to her lips (even though Remy knew enough to be quiet), and watched the crack at the bottom of her door. Since the lights in the room were still off, the light from the hall filtered out from under it, until Jean's feet blocked it in two places.
Rogue smiled at Remy and pulled him down onto the bed next to her. The squeaking caught Jean's attention. The telepath tried to get a good picture of what was going on with her telepaty, but was blocked out by Remy's shields, no surprise, and she didn't even want to try getting in Rogue's. Jean had read the goth girls' mind once around Remy, and had no, well, very little. . .not all that much (really!), desire to do it again.
Remy felt the two women's moods, and suddenly got the whole extent of the joke. He grinned. This was going to be a lot of fun.
Rogue smiled and almost laughed when she saw Remy's expression change. She knew that he knew what she knew about Jean. That the professor's red headed darling was a very closet voyeur.
Rogue moaned, low, but loud enough for the sound to carry. Jean suddenly got the feeling that this was a bad thing to listen in on. But part of her, a miniscule part, shoved to the back of her mind and oh so hungry for any kind of action, want to hear. This made Jean feel even worse, but none-the-less she was rooted to the spot.
Remy started to talk in Creole again. All simple words he'd used around Jean, but made to mean something much different than during his light flirting with the red head.
It was even worse for Jean to hear words he'd mockingly said to her; that stupid grin plastered on his face, knowing that maybe he was grinning at Rogue, or maybe he was serious for once.
Jean wasn't jealous. That certainty wasn't self-delusion but fact, solid, set in stone. But she was human. She wondered what was going on in there.
Remy felt Jean's emotions switch at rapid fire pace, like she had a bunny on crack flipping all the emotional switches in her mind as fast as it could. Rogue somehow picked up on this, and let out another moan and a breathy and low, "oh LOrd!" for show.
Rogue then got a great idea for solidifying the illusion. She scooted a bit away from Remy, causing the bed to creak again. She then pulled one of her boots off, and undid the strings, grabbing them before letting the rest drop. She yanked the boot up by the strings and dropped it again.
Remy picked up on the idea, and began to look for something with a zipper while Rogue dropped the boot two more times, letting the strings sprawl over the tops, the ends clicking softly on the hardwood floor.
Had Jean been listening for it, the sound may have broken the illusion. It was easy to explain away, but an illusion is never complete if you have to explain something away. Luckily for the couple having mock-sex, Jean wasn't Logan.
Remy moaned, a sound that made ROgue's blood run hot and fast. [God, Ah could live off that sound.] But her mind was already working for new lines, just in case Jean thought about this later. Remy had a pair of pants he'd managed to get his hands on, and undid the zipper loudly, dropping the pants with as much force as was possible, so Jean would hear.
"Forge is a genius" Rogue said, in the voice that was going to slowly drive Remy insane. "Remind me when Ah see him next ta, ooooooh, buy him a drink."
The moan in the middle of the sentence was very close to real. Remy was highly aroused by Rogue's plan, and his self control was currently loosing an admirable fight against his sex drive. Too bad Rogue seemed to be on both sides at once. Remy hadn't been able to stop himself from running a hand over Rogue's thigh.
Jean was very close to bolting. Her voyeuristic streak was sated, and she suddenly had no business outside ROgue's door, listening to. . .that. With a small noise, indicating something close to a mental reboot, Jean left.
Rogue and Remy both noticed when she was gone. But for minute they didn't do anything else. Remy still had his hand on her skirt, tracing lines dangerously high on her thigh, adn her hands had somehow found their way to his hips, and were, against all logic, drawing him closer.
Rogue let go of him, and Remy removed his hand, though neither did it with the startled motion that Rogue would have expected. This was dangerous, but she couldn't seem to stop it. She had given up trying. As long as she kept some part of her head clear, they would both be safe. Rogue's mind struck on Merry Gentry playing sexual games with her life long friend. ROgue shook the thought away.
Remy was looking at her, a mixture of caution and lust. Rogue realized that maybe the game had been taken too far for all of them.
"Wow. We barely even touched each othah an' Ah'm all outta breath."
***
I got typer's cramp, and will just let this sit for a week if I look for a good stopping point. SO we'll stop here, okay?
You walk around oblivious to everything, you wear that party dress and REVIEW!
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith