"Do you seriously have a problem with Remy being here, or are you just putting on the 'I'm grumpy, angsty Rouge act'?" Kitty demanded as the two friends got ready for bed, adding a poor southern accent on the end. It had taken a long time and many near death experiences but the two had grown into close friends. Rouge was laying out her night clothes on her bed and Kitty kept glancing at her underwear drawer. She could have sworn that some were missing.
"Kit-Kat, the guy kidnapped me!" Rouge pointed out.
"And you kissed him," Kitty said, turning around and folding her arms across her chest, eyebrows quirked.
"I was freakin' possessed at the time and besides he passed out," Rouge reminded her ever optimistic friend, taking off her shirt to reveal her hourglass figure.
Kitty sighed, no matter what she said Rouge would always be right. She couldn't touch anyone and that was it. But there had to be a way, right?
"Look Rouge, I think he's a good guy. And I know he's head over heals for you," Kitty said leaving the room to go into their bathroom so she could run a bath. After making sure the water was a steamy hot and that there were lots and lots of bubbles, Kitty slid her tiny frame into the tub. She only had a few minutes to herself before Rouge came in, claiming to need to brush her teeth. Kitty took advantage of Rouge's inability to argue about Remy and continued their previous conversation.
"You're both southern, and only other southerns can put up with that southern temper," Kitty tossed at Rouge, which earned a glare.
"Fony futher figgy frunettes fhan fsand Foo!" Rouge said, her mouth full of toothpaste and her toothbrush, though Kitty was able to translate it as 'Only other twiggy brunettes can stand you.'
"Rouge," Kitty sighed, shaking her head. "You're insults were better when you didn't actually like me."
Rouge made a sound that was cross between a sarcastic laugh and hacking as she bent over the sink.
After thoroughly rinsing, Rouge put the cover of the toilet down and placed a towel underneath her.
"Sugah, what am I supposed to do?" Rouge sighed. "I mean it was fine when he was the enemy and I could hate him but now that he's under the same roof?"
Kitty popped her foot out of the water and grabbed her loofa and began scrubbing hard. Among many things, Kitty found feet disgusting and always scrubbed hers raw. "I don't know him very well Rouge, but I really think his heart's in the right place."
"It wouldn't matter if his heart was up his butt Kit, I still can't touch him," Rouge murmured, focusing on her foot, which she was shuffling on the fuzzy dark blue bathroom rug. Kitty and she had been at Linens and Things and everything fuzzy and blue had been on sale. Kitty had gone quite mad buying washcloths, towels, rugs, slippers, and even a pillowcase cover, though after sleeping on it one time and then waking up with blue fuzz in her hair, Kitty had decided not to use that again, all the suggestive looks and dirty innuendos about where exactly Kitty's head had been the night before had been too much for her.
"You've got to stop using that as an excuse. Admit that you're afraid, and it's not because of your mutation. Admit it's because you never knew your parent's and your damned adoptive mom is a sociopath," Kitty said, firm but gentle, earning an extreme glare from Rouge, which slowly wavered and melted away.
"Fine, I'm afraid. For a lot of different reasons," Rouge sighed.
"You don't trust him, do you?" Kitty asked, surveying her friend. Her face was freshly washed and all the Goth makeup was now gone. Her green eyes stood out against her porcelain skin, skin that couldn't be touched.
"I can't say that I do."
"Then that's the first step Rouge, you can't build any relationship without trust," Kitty advised, wondering who it was that she herself trusted with everything. Her answer was obvious as she thought about his yellow eyes that seemed to know everything.
"Yea, it'll take a lot for him to earn my trust," Rouge declared, laughing slightly.
"No kidding, it took me nearly a year, and I didn't kidnap you," Kitty said.
"No, you just happened to be my complete and total opposite," Rouge said, cracking a slight smile.
To answer that Kitty blew a handful of bubbles at Rouge, remembering when she had first come to the mansion. She was a whinny, self centered and annoying fifteen year old. Kitty could only hope that she had grown up since then.
"Okay, okay I'm going. No need to suds me up," Rouge yelped as she left the bathroom.
Rouge flopped down on her bed, placing her ipod buds in her ears.
'Why does he have to come here? I can't give him what he wants...Do I even want to give him what he wants?' Rouge lost herself in these musings and fell asleep, her hand slipped under her pillow and holding the Queen of hearts card.
Kitty came out of the bathroom, clad in a silky button up and boy shorts. Spotting Rouge, she pulled the ipod head phones, which was blaring heavy metal, out of her ears.
A loud crash outside in the hallway made Kitty jump and pad softly to the door, phasing her head out to check what was up. Kitty had to bite back a scream as she saw a man in a clown mask, rubbing his shoulder. A stream of brightly colored blasts shot at him, most landing square on his face. Jubilee stood at the other end of the hallway, eyes wild and nostrils flared.
"That hurts Jubes!" Roberto hissed as quietly as he could as he pulled off the half melted mask.
Jubilee huffed and flipped her hair over one shoulder.
"You'd think that you'd had enough ass whooping today after being blasted by Scott, but I guess not! You're just asking for it!" Jubilee, although whispering, still came off of as rather intimidating.
"Um.. Night you two," Kitty said as they both momentarily paused their whispered and hoarse argument to wish Kitty sweet dreams.
Kitty curled up in her bed and despite her better judgement turned on a scary movie. Unfortunately for her, the movie was based solely on aliens, a very frightening subject for Kitty.
Kitty quickly switched the tv off after an hour and was now alone, well not really, Rouge was there, but that girl was one heavy sleeper and not providing much in the comfort area. Kitty crept out of her bed and phased through the door, feeling bad that she was about to disturb Remy and Kurt's sleep, but she was seriously starting to lose her grip on reality. While she was walking down the hallway, she could have sworn she saw a shadow and heard a click when she passed the bathroom, the only light that illuminated the hallway. After many embarrassing moments were people would go into a room they mistook as the bathroom and then be attacked by the rooms resident, the Professor had made it a requirement for the bathroom lights to always be on. Mr. McCoy had tired of taking care of bruised and battered teens who were begging him to work faster so that they could finally go to the bathroom. Kitty froze when she heard the faint click, wishing that she could see in the dark like Kurt could, or locate people like Jean. Hell, even Scott's leader senses would due right now.
Kitty nearly screamed when she felt something brush against her hair, only one thought in her mind.
'Crappity, crap crap! Aliens!'
With that Kitty phased herself and walked on air as quickly as she could into Kurt and Remy's bedroom, nearly tripping over Remy's bo staff which was propped by the door.
"Fuzzy elf?" she whispered, feeling much safer now. Already knowing the layout of Kurt's room, Kitty made her way to Kurt's bed, which was slightly illuminated by a sliver of steely moonlight that broke through the curtains. Kurt was breathing heavy, his hand clutching at his sheets.
'Oh no, another nightmare. I wonder if it's about his childhood,' Kitty pondered as she drew closer to him. She may have come here seeking comfort, but she wanted to curl into his arms and fall asleep feeling something else. Kitty placed a small hand on Kurt's shoulder, caressing slightly as she marveled at how velveteen he felt. He moaned slightly and writhed as his fangs bit his bottom lip, Kitty's concern peaking as she feared he may break his skin and draw blood.
"Baby, it's okay," Kitty whispered in his ear, using one of her secret nicknames for him. She knew he'd hate it if she ever called him that to his knowledge, so she used it only in her fantasies. She was about to shake him slightly when he began talking in a hushed voice.
Kurt mumbled, "Meine Liebe, Ich werde sie kommen fur mich jede nacht," His tail snaked out from the blankets and slipped itself up her shirt, tracing a clumsy pattern below her belly button. She giggled slightly before gasping as it trailed lower, the tip brushing against her intimately through her shorts. She moaned quietly as the thicker part of the tail pressed itself into her, the rest of his tail coiling itself around her thigh.
'Nevermind, I really hope he's not dreaming about his childhood. I need to stop this, it's wrong, so wrong. I just saw freakin' ET out in the hallway and was terrified and now with a few simple touches from his tail, I'm turning into a horny school girl! And he's not even awake!' Kitty thought frantically as her hand on his shoulder reflexively tightened when his tail gripped her and stroked her more firmly. She could feel a growing heat spreading from where he his tail was touching and blushed furiously. His tail flexed and Kitty whimpered, trying to keep her hips from grinding, reminding herself that Remy was in the room and that Kurt himself was very unaware of what his traitorous tail was doing.
'Okay, I should phase out of his tails grasp and go to my room, obviously he doesn't know what he's doing or is having a dream about Amanda. Screw ET, there's enough adrenaline in my blood that I could so totally kick his ass right now.'
Kitty was about to phase herself out of his grip when suddenly his tail tightened, pressing harder, insistently.
"Kurt," Kitty gasped, her legs trembling slightly. At the sound of his name Kurt shifted in his sleep, his tail slithering from it's grip on Kitty's thigh, the tip of it flicking her button hard. Kitty shuddered and gasped as the warmth in between her legs ached for his touch. Biting back a whimper at the sudden lose of contact Kitty tried to put on a mask of normalcy.
"Katzchen, was ist los?" Kurt murmured, not quite awake. He could identify that voice anywhere. He cracked open a glowing gold eye and could clearly see Kitty, a nervous look on her face. He was a little disappointed at being disturbed from a wonderful dream, but the scent that met his nose made it worth it. Kurt breathed in slightly, a wonderful musky aroma clouding his thoughts, a scent that was purely Kitty. Usually she smelled clean and pure, a mixture of her soap and shampoo and the cherry blossom perfume she would use, with only ever a touch of her natural scent, which was coming off of her in waves right now. Kurt loved the smell of a woman, and Kitty's own perfume intoxicated him as he tried to embed the smell into his mind. Kurt noticed how she shifted slightly, rubbing her thighs together in attempted discretion.
'What the hell is Kitty doing in my bedroom at this hour of the night when she is very obviously turned on?' Kurt focused more through his sleepy, and horny, mind and saw that beyond the hormones that Kitty was fearful of something and was looking for Kurt so he could ease away her fears. Had she walked in on Scott and Jean having sex? Maybe she'd seen Fred naked? Kurt saw Kitty glance out the window nervously and knew exactly what had driven her out of bed.
"Aliens?"
"Yea, mind if I sleep here tonight?"
"Course not Leibchen," Kurt yawned as he lifted the covers, still very much curious and jealous about what had turned Kitty on. He knew it wasn't the aliens, those things really creeped her out, so whatever had been able to get her going through her fear must have been really something. Kurt's tail lifted in the air and made a come hither motion. Kurt noticed that Kitty blushed slightly and snuggled up to him, Kurt making sure that his now partially hard member was away from her. She heard him gasp slightly at her cold skin.
"Bitte Katzchen, I wish you would put on just a little weight, your freezing," Kurt sighed, wrapping his arms around her.
"That's why I have you and your fuzziness Fuzzy. you don't really think I put up with you cause I like you, do you? I only do it for the fur," Kitty purred playfully and nipped at his arm lightly, not noticing Kurt's intake of breath. "Besides, if I put on any weight then I wouldn't fit into your arms oh so perfectly," Kitty giggled as she snuggled closer. "And I have to be a certain weight for dance." Kitty reminded him of the strict regulations of Kitty's ballet and dance studio.
"Those people are nuts," Kurt murmured into her hair as his tail began drawing lazy circles on her upper thigh, her scent became stronger and Kurt raised his eyebrows at this. He was quickly learning all the hotspots and sensitive places on Kitty's lithe body and right after her neck, her things were the most sensitive area of her.
Biting her lip, Kitty dared herself to ask Kurt the question she needed to know the answer of. Even if he gave her the answer she dreaded and feared, Kitty knew he wouldn't let anything change between them. To him, they'd still be the inseparable Kitty and Kurt. But even if Kurt wouldn't let that change anything, Kitty knew that she would never be able to go back to how they were right now, snuggled in his bed. And Kitty wasn't ready to put it all out there, she needed to hang on to Kurt for as long as she could, even if she was deceiving herself. Yawning, she drifted off to sleep in the arms of her favorite elf for the second night in a row, trying to ignore the need rising from the apex of her thighs.
In the very same room, a certain Cajun had witnessed their little exchange. A slow smile that spread across his lips was the only evidence of this as he drifted away, dreaming of a certain southern beauty.
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Kurt's eyes shot open. An interesting sensation was coming from his very sensitive tail. Pushing back the blankets he could now see the purpose for these feelings. Kitty Pryde was sucking and nibbling on the spade of his tail. Kurt bit back a hiss of pleasure and desperately tried not to purr. Glancing at the clock he could see that the time was eight o'twelve.
Smiling, he looked down at the sleeping girl in his arms and tried to remember how she got there. Had she somehow seen Fred naked? No, Kurt certainly hoped not. Of course, it was aliens.
'I'll have to raid her room and take all the scary movies,' He decided. 'But then again, after watching them she usually ends up in my bed. Maybe I'll give her more. Oh mein Gott..'
Kurt's inner musings stopped as all coherent thought left him. Kitty had now moved her attention from the spade to where the spade and the shaft of the tail meet, easily the second most sensitive part of his tail, the first being where the tail itself attached to his body.
Moaning slightly, Kurt's eyes widened before shutting them.
Clearing his throat, he knew he'd have to put a stop to this.
"Leibes," He shook her shoulder gently, only resulting in her holding him tighter.
"Come on, I hate to leave this bed but I have an eight thirty danger room session with Logan, and if he smells you on me again then he'll make a rug out of me."
Kitty groaned and pulled him closer for a moment, then rolled over and let go.
Kurt reluctantly rose from his bed, glancing over to see if Remy was still there, which he was. Kurt pondered having Kitty go back to her own room, but looking back down at her he couldn't bear the thought of kicking her out of his bed. Besides, she was so thin that she was hardly noticeable in Kurt's bed.
"Do anything to her and your dead Remy," He muttered in a joking voice.
"No worries mon ami, my eyes are on your sister," was Remy's muffled reply from his nest of blanket's he had formed on his bed overnight.
Kurt was at first startled and then chuckled before realizing what he said.
"Yea, watch it now," Kurt warned in a half playful, half threatening voice. Leaning forward, he kissed Kitty's forehead and bamfed to the bathroom.
Remy raised himself up from the bed and glanced over at Kurt's bed, having to squint to see the small hump beneath the blankets which was now beginning to stir.
Remy made a quick trip to the bathroom and returned to see Kitty stretching literally like a cat.
"Do you often find yourself in Bleu's bed, Chaton?" He asked, winking suggestively.
Kitty raised her eyebrows and answered.
"Je avoir pas une foistrouve a mieux endroit au s'éveiller à, il est comme si venir maison," Kitty sighed as she spoke, laughing a bit at Remy's surprised face.
"I'm impressed, you speak French well," Remy complimented.
"Thanks, I've managed to pick up Italian, Latin, and Greek as well. And Yiddish, cause I'm Jewish. Though I really wish I'd stopped and at least bought a German dictionary so I could understand Kurt. For all I know he could be insulting me half the time," Kitty giggled, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
You two are close, non?"
"Very, closer then Rouge and I are actually," Kitty answered, getting out of Kurt's bed and making it.
"And what exactly are your feelings for Bleu?" Remy pressed a little further. He could get used to living here and watching Kitty and Kurt fumble and fall through their emotions, occasionally offering his hand in help.
"Well, I guess I never really grew out of liking smurfs," Kitty answered trying to avoid the question. Upon seeing Remy's skeptical face she sighed and sank down onto Kurt's now neatly made bed.
"I can like totally trust him, and I can breathe around him. I really don't know how I feel Remy, I just know that I can't get in between Amanda and him. But he's my Fuzzy Elf, ya know?" Kitty looked thoroughly confused at the end of this and decided to attempt to return the favor and pick Remy's brain. "How about you? Why'd you join us?"
"Needed a change of scenery. Needed a home, people to care and people to care for. I've had fun out on my own but after meeting your roomie, I was left feeling empty," Remy sighed, answering as truthfully as he could. He wasn't sure what had led him to Xavier's steps, but he felt that it was something wonderful.
Kitty broke out into a smile. "You'll find that all here, just don't let them catching you smoking." She warned before getting off of Kurt's bed.
"I better go before I get caught. See you at breakfast Remy," Kitty said phasing herself through the wall. A second later her head popped back in, startlingly Remy. "Oh and I'll tell Rogue you said morning." She added with a wink.
Remy nodded, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Until breakfast Petite."
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Jubilee yelled out in frustration. She threw the contents of her drawer onto the floor before moving onto another one.
"They're gone Rahne! All gone! No where to be found!" Jubilee continued her rant as she popped her gum into her mouth, chewing furiously.
"They have to be somewhere Lass, bra's and panties don't just walk away ya know," Rahne assured her, kneeling down to pick up Jubilee's scattered clothes.
"I bet it was Bobby and Sam again, those freaks!" Jubilee huffed. Her morning routine of shower, dressing and eating breakfast had stopped at the dressing part. She stood with her black hair dripping onto the wooden floor of the room she shared with Rahne with a soft purple towel wrapped around her.
'I'm going to kill those two!' Jubilee thought, turning around quickly and heading for the door.
"Wait Lass, ya may want to dress first, you don't want to shock the poor boys," Rahne suggested.
"Ugh fine, can I borrow some skivvies and a bra?"
Rahne looked at her blankly. Had she honestly just called underwear skivvies?
Slowly her face melted into a grin and she began rolling with laughter.
"Fine, underwear, or whatever the hell you want to call it! You're laughing at me when your countrymen don't even wear underpants!" A knock on the door interrupted their conversation.
Without waiting for an answer Bobby stepped into the room, his arms full of frilly, silky, cottony, polka dotted, striped, plaid and various other patterned undergarments. He looked both very frightened and thrilled as he took notice to Jubilee's attire, or rather lack there of.
Jubilee let out a growl that Bobby almost mistook as coming from Rahne.
"Jubes chill, it wasn't me I swear," Bobby said, backing away.
"I'm gonna go off to breakfast," Rahne said as she quickly took her leave.
"Yea right, more like she's gonna try to catch Roberto as he comes out of the shower," Bobby muttered as he piled his found loot onto Jubilee's bed.
"So where exactly did you find these?" Jubilee demanded, hugging her towel a little closer.
"Jamie's ferret has been on a warpath stealing people's unmentionables. I was looking for my stuff when I found this brightly colored bunch and figured they were yours. I must admit Jubes, I'm shocked..." Bobby said as he held up a lacy thong. Jubilee snatched them away and muttered something about how they were comfier when wearing the X uniform.
"Uh-huh, I'm sure that's why you have them. Oh and Jubes, I'm really glad your parents let you come back," Bobby said as he turned to leave, giving Jubilee one last wink.
'I hate when he does that!' Jubilee thought as she scooped up her private clothes and put them in her drawer. Jubilee and Rahne had returned here a week ago when their school years had finished, and after the initial happy and thrilled reunion, Bobby had barely spoken one word to her. Their interaction had pretty much been him pulling random pranks on her, like yesterday when he and Sam took her phone and sent a text to everybody in her contact list. The text of course was received by almost everybody in the mansion and Jubilee had spent most of the day teased and taunted for her terror of clowns.
'Now he comes in here with my rescued panties acting as though I hadn't left for three months. He had my email address and phone number. Did he ever email me? Nope, not once. Rahne had gotten over a hundred emails from Roberto and Sam, but Bobby didn't even bother to tell me about Apocalypse and the near destruction of the world! And the only text that I got was one wishing me a happy birthday,' Jubilee thought bitterly. 'I mean yea I didn't respond to his text, but whatever...' She sighed, picking out a colorful bra and underwear set, hoping that they might help brighten her mood.
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"Good morning Chere," Remy's voice interrupted Rouge as she tried to decide which gloves to wear. The black leather ones with the studs or the black leather ones without the studs. Decisions, decisions....
'Why must my day start off with seeing him?' Rouge thought, feeling her heart flutter. Rouge attempted to make her face indifferent, though she only managed to go from flustered to annoyed, which worked well enough for Rouge.
"Gumbo," She said as she turned around to see Remy leaning against her bedroom doorframe. "I'm never gonna get used to see you every morning."
"I'm sure you're much more accustomed to seeing me in your dreams every night," Remy suggested innocently.
"Ugh, just leave," Rouge demanded as she pulled on her gloves (she had settled on the ones without studs). She sat on her bed with her back toward him, doing her best to ignore the unwanted, but oh so desired, intruder.
"All right mon Chere," Remy said as he did the opposite and entered her room.
Rouge heard the footsteps but didn't turn around, intent on making it clear that Remy's presence was a nuisance.
Stepping forward, Remy's lips fell on the hair that covered Rouge's ear.
Rouge's green eyes went wide on the contact, but didn't pull away.
"I'm very pleased to be living with mon Chere," Remy said as he walked out the door, leaving Rouge with a beating heart and numb hands.
That was it. She hated him. Rouge hated the damn Cajun. Why must he torture her? He knew just as well as she did that it could never happen. It just couldn't. Rouge had finally begun to think that she was coming to terms with living the rest of her life without human touch, and then the one person who she dreams of touching struts into her life and under the same roof.
Wiping a tear away, Rouge grabbed her gym gear and left the room, still cursing the handsome son of a gun.
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A knock on the door forced Kitty to set down her book on the living room coffee table. Opening the door, she was greeted by the last person she wanted to see, besides maybe Lance. Amanda Sefton was smiling warmly back at her.
It wasn't that she didn't like Amanda, on the contrary she really did like Amanda. She was nice, pretty and had curves that the barely 105 pound Kitty was sure would look awful on her. But she was Kurt's girlfriend, a position Kitty found herself coveting more everyday.
"Amanda, hey! Come on in!" While Kitty made a terrible liar, she could at least half ass her way into pretending to be happy to see someone. It was a trait that she had picked up while living in a house full of hormonal, snappy and ornery teenagers.
"Thanks Kitty, Kurt's around isn't he?" Amanda asked, stepping into the mansion.
Kitty nodded, she had just seen Kurt when he was on his way to get a second shower after his danger room session with Logan. He had been sweaty, his muscles were still tensed...
'Whoa, Kitty, gotta stop thinking about him like that..' Kitty reminded herself as he directed Amanda into the living room.
"Yea, he just went to go get a shower," Kitty said, glancing over at Amanda again. She was an African American with a warm brown complexion brown complexion and dark brown eyes, a complete opposite of pale and frail Kitty.
The two sat down and smiled silently at one another.
"So how have you been?" Kitty asked sweetly, determined to be friendly.
'It's not the girl you don't like Pryde, jealousy and envy will not make you be a bitch,' Kitty repeated grimly in her mind.
Realizing that Amanda had answered Kitty drew herself back from her inner thoughts and nodded, hoping that was an appropriate response to the answer Amanda had given.
"How about you Kitty? Enjoying summer so far?"
"Yea, it's nice to not have to go into a high school where almost everyone hates you," Kitty said with a sigh. Another wave of guilt crashed on her. She should really appreciate that Amanda didn't mind that they were all mutants, that attested to how good of a person Amanda really was.
'And how crappy of a person I am,' Kitty thought miserably, reflecting back to when she first arrived here and how she treated everyone, especially Kurt.
Amanda's face suddenly reflected a look of either pure horror or absolute amusement, or most likely a mix between both.
"What in God's name are you four doing?" Kitty demanded when she got off the couch to see what had distracted Amanda. Standing before her were Bobby, Roberto, Ray and Sam, all of them very much without shirts.
"We're settling this once and for all, Kitty Pryde, which one of us has the best chest?" Bobby demanded as the guys all lined up in front of her.
"Bobby, dude, for the last time say upper body! You make us sound like girls comparing bra sizes when you say chest!" Sam said, cringing.
Kitty had to smile at this rather welcomed interruption. Not only did not it save her from being with Amanda alone but she also got to eye up her teammates. Not a bad deal.
"No, you guy's sound worse then girls comparing bra sizes," Kitty said as Amanda began to crack up.
"Kitten just answer the question, we're not leaving until you do," Ray said, flexing his body.
"Fine, fine... Um, none of you are exactly flabby, working with Wolvie must really be paying off," Kitty mused as she looked at them. After a moment of observation she had come to her conclusion.
"All right, Sam has the best shoulders," She said glancing at the used to be farm boy with broad and obviously strong shoulders. "And Ray's got very impressive arms. Bobby's abs almost rival Angel's and Roberto, like most Brazilians, has an amazing V cut. There, are ya happy?" Kitty concluded, thinking to herself that while all that was true, they would still be put to shame by Kurt.
Each guy seemed pleased by the given answer and took a moment to admire their complimented body part, thus making their ego's almost to big to contain in one room.
"And don't even think about asking Amanda!" Kitty said quickly, giggling as Amanda almost fell off the couch from laughing.
"Nah, she's got a boyfriend. This merchandise is for single gals only, like you Pretty Kitty," Bobby said with a wink.
As the word boyfriend was spoken Kitty felt a ripping in her chest, followed by a hollowing numbness. She pushed this back quickly and laughed.
"Merchandise? Congrats Bobby, you've now succeeded at making you guys sound like insecure thirteen year old girls and hookers. Oh and that nickname was so totally ruined by Alvers Bobby, you better think of a new one," Kitty replied with a slight smile.
"I'll get on that," Bobby chuckled. "Come on guys, we still have to ask Amara and Rouge."
Roberto, Sam and Bobby started making their way to the door, strutting happily.
"No way are we asking Rouge, she'll drain our shirtless bods if we step one foot in her room!" Roberto interjected, shaking his ego inflated head.
Kitty gave Ray a questioning look as he stepped closer to where she stood.
"You know, these strong arms of mine would be happy to hold you anytime," He said with a quirked eyebrow and mischievous look.
Kitty would have been incredibly alarmed if she had not known that Ray was a complete and utter flirt with everyone in the house, a trait that practically painted a target on his back when Logan had him in the Danger Room.
She leaned closer to the sixteen year old and placed her hands on his chest, slowing beginning to walk forward until Ray's back was flat against the wall, a surprised look on his face.
"Ya know Ray, I've had my eye on you for a long time," Kitty said, looking up at him and giving him the best kiss me look she could manage without bursting out laughing.
"Really?" Ray whispered, practically breathlessly. He began dipping his head down to meet her lips, Ray closed his eyes.
'Hell, I was just kidding but I'll go for this,' Was his last thought as he prepared to kiss her.
Kitty smiled, knowing she had him now. With a shove she phased him through the wall and into the kitchen as a surprised yelp and crash followed.
Kitty could hardly hear Ray calling her a tease over Amanda and her laughter.
"Oh my god, I thought you were really going to kiss him!" Amanda choked out.
"So did he!" Kitty gasped, wiping tears away from her eyes. She felt very pleased with herself and also very accomplished. Here she was with the girl she envied most in the world and they were both just about convulsing from laughing.
"So did I."
At the sound of Kurt's voice both girl's managed to pull themselves together enough to greet him as he came into the room.
"Hey Kurt!" Amanda said happily as she stood up to hug him.
His slightly wet fur was drying to a puff and his tail was whipping around in an agitated way.
"Kitty, you really shouldn't joke around like that," Kurt said in a condescending voice that Kitty rarely heard. Usually Kurt was right next to her when it came to playing jokes. Hell, they'd even been dubbed the K Team after pulling off a prank that involved flypaper, maple syrup, 14 salamanders and a very freaked out Mr. McCoy.
"I was just messing around Kurt," Kitty said defensively, crossing her arms over her chest.
Kurt shrugged as if it made no difference to him before he kissed Amanda.
Kitty felt her stomach turn and her throat tighten, tell tale signs that she was going to cry. Kitty could've have sworn she felt her heart drop and phase out of her and into the floor. Nothing had ever hurt so much, not even when Lance would attack her one day and then hit on her the next. Nothing hurt more then to see Kurt in the arms of another.
"I'll give you two some privacy," Kitty said, trying to keep the venom out of her voice. She couldn't even manage to take one step, and if she could have brought herself to walk then that would mean having to go past them to get to the door, and Kitty didn't think she had enough strength to hold back the tears if she got any closer to the happy couple. So she did the one thing that felt right, she sank into the floor to look for her fallen heart.
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When Jubilee and Rahne had told Amara to look out for three delicious vanilla shakes and one steamy mocha latte, she had no idea what they had been talking about. But after she had shooed the boys from her room, biting her tongue to keep from laughing and ruining the disgusted scowl on her face, she had known exactly what they had meant.
She closed her door after sneaking one last peak at their bare backs, mumbling about how immature boys could be. Though she had to admit that it was one hunky view and she had never known Sam's shoulders were that broad.
Amara grabbed her brush and ran it through her dark brown hair, gazing at herself in the mirror. On her island home of Nova Roma, Amara had been considered the most beautiful of all, she was also a princess there too. But here, in a mansion full of beautiful girls, confidence was a fleeting thing. She looked into her brown eyes and sighed, wishing she had blue eyes like Kitty or Miss Monroe or green eyes like Jean, Rouge or Rahne.
'Why do some many people here have green eyes?' Amara mused as she looked down at a picture of all the X-Girls. In the middle was the tall Jean, damn near the embodiment of perfection with her red hair and long legs. Next to her was Jubilee, who always managed to look stunning and still have fun, her almond shaped eyes full of fire. She had an exotic edge to her thanks to her Asian heredity and the shiniest hair Amara had ever seen and her sleek body looked fantastic in any outfit. Her arm was around the sweet and quiet Rahne, who was probably the ultimate sweet girl. The most remarkable thing about Rahne's face was her jaw line and chin, which looked liked it was chiseled from marble. Her body was slimmer then Jean's, but she still had curves that made her look perfect in jeans. The shortest of all the girls was tiny Kitty, who honestly didn't have an ounce of fat on her. Her look was very versatile, sometimes coming across as the cute girl next door and other's as a gorgeous heartbreaker. Her big blue eye's could either be filled with innocence or total seduction and her thick mahogany hair looked great curly or straight. In the photo Kitty had her arm around Rouge's waist, who was keeping her beautiful and milky white skin as far away from everyone as possible. The Goth look was never one of Amara's favorites, but Rouge could pull it off. It went with the white stripes that were her bangs and the whole touch me not thing. No matter how much makeup Rouge put on it could never hide her lovely olive green eyes. She had an hourglass figure that she kept in shape with lots of physical exercise, which served as a way to vent her frustration also. Those girls were brilliant (Kitty was a total genius when it came to everything, except what to do in the kitchen), tough (Rouge took the cake on that one, Amara had seen her kick more ass then anyone on the team without even using her powers), warm (Although being able to morph into a wolf, Rahne was unbelievably loving), full of life (Amara had had no idea what enjoying every moment was until she had met Jubilee), determined (if Jean had a job to do, get out of her way, seriously) and of course gorgeous and beautiful.
And Amara was not. At least not in her opinion.
Standing up she moved on from investigating her face to examining her body. It wasn't fat of course, but it was defiantly rounder and softer then Kitty's or Jubilee's but lacked the voluptuous curves of Rouge and Jean.
"Ugh, I need a pick me up," Amara sighed, as she threw herself down on her bed.
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Rahne was running in her wolf form, unbelievably glad to be back at the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters once more. She'd always miss Scotland, no where could compare to the plush rolling hills and breathtaking views. Besides, the people there were fairly more welcoming to mutants then those of New York. But Rahne had felt as though she had been standing still when she was home. Nothing was moving forward and she wasn't doing an ounce of good.
'Well, except for when I found that lost boy using me nose, but other then that I was worthless,' Rahne pondered as she skidded to a stop, morphing now into her human form.
Sitting down on the grass, Rahne looked out onto the bay. She couldn't help but wonder what the world was coming to. Rahne was either gifted or cursed with incredible insight and she often found herself getting lost in her thoughts about the future. She had a deep down feeling that this torment and misery would never end, that human and mutant suffering would always be there. And people did this to one another.
As much as Rahne wanted to believe the idealistic view that humans and mutants could get along, she knew how difficult and near impossible it was. Regular humans couldn't even get along. Hell, it had been just over 60 years ago when 11 million Polish people, gypsies, and Jews had been treated far worse then mutants were being treated now. And they were all innocent, even normal. So what hope was there for mutants to be accepted?
Rahne felt her heart grow heavy, as the shattering of hope erupted in her chest. Sniffing the air, she smelled a mixture of tears and cherry blossoms and turned back to the mansion in time to see Kitty rising up from the ground, a torn expression on her face. Rahne contemplated going to comfort her friend, but decided that Kitty needed time to herself. Besides, considering Rahne's current mindset, she'd probably end up making Kitty more upset. Again with the feeling of worthlessness.
'Damn, I thought I'd left that behind in Scotland,' Rahne thought, laying down on the grass.
'I suppose the only thing a person can do is be as good as they can be, and love as much as humanly possible,' Rahne sighed at this, hoping to shield herself from the cold and bitter side of humanity. Closing her eyes, Rahne began humming a happy little tune, trying to keep a smile on her face.
When she had admitted to herself that she had failed to block out the ideas of a terrible future, Rahne let out a little growl and hopped to her feet, checking her two hair buns for twigs and grass.
'Great, now I've got me self into a funk,' Rahne thought after she was satisfied that there were no bugs in her hair. Turning her back on the seemingly endless bay she faced the Xavier institute, praying with all her heart that the dream of humans and mutants coexisting could be realized.