Greetings and welcome from The Lady Mage!
Um, here's chapter 10? Full of the sillies, but it gets the job done, I guess. LOL Enjoy!
Legalities: Yeah, if I owned him, sure as shit wouldn't share him. Sorry, ladies!
FERITY: (fehr-ih-tee) - (noun) - 1.) The state of being wild or untamed. 2.) Savagery; Ferocity.
The redheaded feral scowled slightly, curious and a little worried at the same time. She rested her hands protectively on the sleeping cub against her chest, then glanced at Ororo. The windrider raised one eyebrow, but then turned to heard out the doorway in the direction of Charles's office, Zoe quickly at her heels.
Outside of the office, both women could hear Scott's agitation inside. "Lord knows what is in this box- it could be a bomb for all we know! Tracking devices?"
"Someone watches a little too much sci-fi." Zoe said cooly, breezing into the room. She rounded the desk to stand beside Xavier, looking curiously at the brown cardboard box sitting beside his desk. She glanced up at Scott, humored by his scowl. "Think the mothership is going to come find you tonight? Maybe you can finally do home and be with your own kind."
"Alright now." Xavier said gently, cutting off any farther bantering betwixt the two before it could start. His hand gently pat Zoe's lower back. "This was delivered today. UPS. They have no return address, only your daughter's name on it." He gestured to the box that was almost as tall as his lap. Her name was written in black sharpie across the top. 'Sari Victoria Jane Erika Creed'
"What could it be?" Ororo wondered aloud.
"Well, open them and see." said Jean, appearing in the doorway before taking her place beside Scott.
Zoe shrugged, gently lifting Sari from her sling and handing her to Ororo out of the way. Then she used a sharp nail to cut the tape on the box with Sari's name written across it. Ignoring Scott's tensing, she pulled the box open, looking down at the burgundy gift box inside it. In silver, printed across it was 'SAKS FIFTH AVENUE'. She half-smirked. "Victor."
"Huh?" Jean peered over the top of the box in surprise. "Saks Fifth Avenue?"
"It's his favorite." said Zoe, lifting the lid of the gift box. Inside it were several tiny onesides, folded neatly along side sleepers, socks, and tiny dresses. The feral lifted a little pair of white newborn ballet slippers from the box, running her thumb over the rhinestone-ed 'GUCCI' along the sides. "I forgot about this- he ordered it the day she was born. I wonder how they knew to ship it here?"
"O-M-G! Are those GUCCI baby shoes?" Jubilation's voice half-squealed from the hallway. "Like, soooo cute!"
"Let me get this straight:" Scott began, rubbing his forehead as though he had a migraine. "Sabretooth shops at Saks? For baby clothes?" He picked up a pink Ralph Lauren sleeper with thumb and forefinger like it was poisoned. "Pink baby clothes?"
"Well, Sari is a girl- she needs lots of pink!" Jubilee said, squeezing past Scott and Jean to see the box for herself.
"Jubilation." Professor Xavier chastised gently.
The teen clasped her hands behind her back, meeting his eyes. "I didn't touch anything!" she said. "But I can smell Ralph Lauren, like, a mile away!"
"Jubes! Where'd you go? Hey-" Rogue popped her head in the door, finding Jubilee and giving her an amused smirk. "You just ran off like someone was handing out free Beiber tickets in here!"
"Lookie, Chica!" Jubes all but squealed, picking up a sterling silver baby rattle and giving it a shake. "Tiffany!" She dropped the rattle back in the box and lifted a pair of soft pink and white striped pants. "And Ralph Lauren!"
"Okay, Sabretooth picking out Ralph Lauren?" Scott snorted. "Yeah right- more like Bass Pro Shops." He looked to Zoe with a raised eyebrow. "Where's the leather diaper covers and tiny camo bullet-proof vests?"
Zoe returned his look with a dark glare. "Back home. Thought I wouldn't need them here." she hissed, ignoring the box and the two teen girls cooing over its contents. "What makes you think he wouldn't want Sari to have nice things?"
"Um, because he is SABRETOOTH." Scott answered, enunciating Victor's alias. "That's why."
The feral's eyes began to bleed black. "Oh, so you meet him three times so you know him like the back of your-"
"I beat the animal twice! The first time we fought, he ran away like a cowar-"
A low growl from the redheaded panther cut him off. "Not everything or everyone is so black and white, you self-righteous dick." Zoe hissed. "Though I suppose it is hard to see the world for the shadows when you are stuck forever looking through rose-tinted glasses."
"I can see just fine enough to know-"
"Zoe! Scott!" Charles all but barked from his chair. The whole room went silent and still, all eyes turning to the telepath. "That is quite enough!" He turned a steely eye to Scott. "I will have no more of this. You will not say anything further about Zoe's mate." He turned his eyes to the feral. She returned his glare with black eyes, body tensed to pounce. "You will calm down. Now."
The girl opened her mouth to argue, but changed her mind, gritting her fangs, slicing open her bottom lip. Her nostrils flared, eyes still pitch black, claws slightly lengthened. "FINE." she growled, ignoring the blood beginning to streak down her chin.
"Zoe." Charles tilted his head to the side the tiniest bit, his voice and demeanor one of authority, demanding her obedience.
A tiny sigh from the cub in Ororo's arms behind her caught the feral's attention. She turned her head to glance at her daughter, feeling her eyes lighten back to their midnight blue. She could smell them then, and it soothed her animal brain enough to bring her back to a simmer. "I am calm."
"Good." said the professor. "Now, why don't you take-"
"Look at this one!" Jubilee lifted a tiny pink onesie from the bottom of the box, and held it up for Zoe to see. "Who is that?"
The feral slightly scowled, snatching the soft fabric from the Chinese teen's hands. It was pale powdery pink, with a picture of Victor screen printed on the chest over the words 'I'M WITH STUPID -' in dark pink. She smirked, almost chuckled. "This had to have been done by Myst."
"What is it?" asked Rogue, peaking around Zoe's shoulder to see.
Zosia let her look, then tossed it to Jean. The telekine caught the shirt, then unfolded it to read the front. "I can tell you where mein Schwester ordered that shirt. I'm sure you have an appropriately stupid picture of Scotty here to put on it. Surely they come in adult sizes, too."
With a soft sigh, Charles ignored the feral's dig for the sake of some peace, and instead of admonishing her, simply gestured to the box before him. "My dear, why don't you take Sari's things up to your quarters and pack them away?"
"Oooh! Can I help! I wanna help!" said Jubilee excitedly, turning to give Zoe puppy-dog eyes. "Please can I help?"
". . . Sure." said Zoe, one eyebrow raised at the strange teen's antics. "If it makes you happy."
"Oh boy, does it!"
"You've a whole wardrobe to put away, Zee." Ororo said from behind her, giving Sari's little first a gentle shake. "I'm sure that Jubilee would be more than happy to help you with it, too."
Across the state, sitting in another greasy spoon, sat Victor, reading another newspaper bearing the same story as the last. Bored out of his mind, the feral refolded the paper before looking down at the rare steak and baked potato in front of him. Unlike the other diner several counties away, this joint had decent food. Any other day, any other time, and he'd have wolfed them down without a thought. Today, though, he didn't like the way it smelled.
He wasn't sure why he didn't care for the smell. Perhaps it was a combination of all the other people crowded into the diner and the thirty other plates of food around him. Maybe it was because he didn't have a tall beer to wash it all down with. Or maybe, and he shuddered to think, it was because Zee wasn't here with him to enjoy it.
There wasn't reason to miss her now, though. He scowled, tossing his paper down on the table beside his glass of iced tea. Hell, he hadn't made a point of taking Zoe on any of his little excursions. On purpose. For one, he needed the lone time to regain his sense of balance. For two, he wouldn't put Zoe out where she could be in danger. The less people knew about her, the better. God forbid someone decide to come after her to hurt him.
He smirked suddenly. Of course, if someone did come after her, they'd have one fucking hell of a fight on their hands. His mate was no ten pound weakling. By God, she could just about take care of herself. She had his brute strength and feline senses, and on top of that she had speed and an unnatural amount of grace in her movements. Learning to fight with Mystique had done her a lot of good. Though he really didn't care much for the overgrown smurf, he had to admit she was a pretty damn resourceful fighter.
'Wonder where the bitch is now?'
'Fucking one-eyed mother fucker.' Zoe seethed silently, standing at the window, glaring out at the treetops on the other side of the cinderblock walls that surrounded the school. Her arms were crossed, in frustration and to support her nursing cub. 'What does he think-'
"O-M-G!" Jubilee all but squealed behind her, lifting Zoe's favorite red sundress. "This is Aiko! Where did you get this?"
The feral scowled with a grunt. "Victor bought it. I don't know where."
"For serious? This is DKNY! And Edun!" The Chinese teen seemed to be in Heaven, sorting Zoe's clothes for her to be hung in the closet. Rogue and Ororo watched her amusedly. "And . . ." The girls stifled a pleased moan. "Vera Wang jeans . . ." She swallowed, holding them up. "Where do you want these?"
Zoe's scowl deepened. "I don't care- throw them in the closet." she muttered, watching the breeze ruffle through the fir trees.
"You. Don't. Care." Jubilee looked at her in agonized awe.
She snapped. "It's just a piece of cloth to cover my ass! For fuck's sake- I don't care what you do with the fucking thing- just put it somewhere I can fucking find it!" She turned around, taking in the shocked faces on the three girls' faces and took in a deep breath. "God, I'm just pissed at that . . " She started to say what she really thought of the 'fearless leader' downstairs, but decided to try to preserve some sense of innocence for the two teens. ". . dick downstairs."
"Don't let Mr. Summers get to you. He's always been a stick in the mud." Jubilee said with a wave of her hand. She brought a finger to her chin. "Though, you do seem to bring it out worse in him."
"You understand why he is like that, though." said Rogue thoughtfully. "He knows where you come from."
"Where do you come from?" Jubilee asked, out of the loop. "Why would he, like, care where you came from?"
"Because apparently I come from a group of horrible people." hissed Zoe. She took another breath. "Never mind. You're too young to understand."
"I'm not that much younger than you!" argued Jubilee.
"My darling, I am surely old enough to be your grandmother." returned the feral. "At least old enough to be your mother."
The teen chuckled. "No, really."
"Really." She turned back to look outside again. "Honey, I don't even know how old I really am."
"Huh?"
"It's a long story. Another time maybe."
"Are you gonna be okay?" Rogue looked both cautious and concerned, holding a pink tank-top in mid-fold, watching the feral. "You're really tense- I can tell."
"I will be fine." Zoe said without turning back to the group. "Eventually."
"You know . . . " the skunk-haired girl began quietly, "When Logan is tense, he goes to work it off. He told me once . . . Maybe it would help you, too?"
The elevator floor felt as though it was pulsing beneath their feet. It was worse when the doors slid shut and the lift began its descent down to the lower levels of the school. Ororo looked at Jean with a shrug.
"I dunno." said the telekine. "Didn't you say Zoe was down here?"
"She had me show her the gym." Ororo confirmed. "Said she wanted to run on the treadmill."
"Huh." shrugged the telekine. The doors slid open and both women scowled. The whole bottom level was throbbing, pulsing in rhythm. "What in the world?"
Ororo shrugged, turning and walking down the longer hallway, rounding the corner with Jean at her heels. They came to the door to the gym. The sound was louder here. Jean reached out and pushed the button to open the door. Both women immediately clapped their hands over their ears.
. . . Take it, take it, love me, love me
Come here, rude boy, boy, can you get it up?
Come here, rude boy, boy, is you big enough?
Take it, take it, baby, baby,
Take it, take it, love me, love me
Tonight, I'mma let you be the captain,
Tonight, I'mma let you do your thing, yeah,
Tonight, I'mma let you be a rider,
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up, babe . . .
Along the far wall of the small gym, in front of the mirrors, Zoe was on the treadmill, more shaking her backside than walking. She had changed into a pair of dark navy blue skin-tight short-shorts that fit more like underwear than shorts under a hot pink racer tank. Her hair was up in a messy ponytail, curls falling into her eyes only to be swept behind her ears. On the floor beside the treadmill, laying sleeping peacefully on a pile of clean towels, lay Sari, a huge pair of protective earmuffs over her tiny ears.
Tonight I'mma let it be fire,
Tonight I'mma let you take me higher,
Tonight baby, we can get it on
Yeah, we can get it on, yeah
Do you like it boy?
I wa-wa-want what you wa-wa-want,
Give it to me baby like boom, boom boo-
With a flick of her wrist, Jean used her teke to turn off the stereo system from across the room. Zosia jumped off the treadmill with a hiss of surprise, landing in a low crouch, facing the two women. Recognizing them, she quickly stood straight and scowled.
"What gives?" she asked.
"Do you have any eardrums left?" Ororo asked with a light chuckle.
"They grow back, remember?" asked the feral with a smirk.
"What in the world were you listening to?" Jean walked towards the stereo system. The feral was faster than her, cutting her off. Zosia snatched something from the top of the speakers, yanking it off the cord she had it plugged into. "Hey! -the heck?"
Zoe quickly shoved her satophone into her bra, streaking back across the room, and grabbing her light jacket from Sari's feet. "Mind your own, telekine." said the feral gruffly, pulling the jacket on over her tank.
Jean raised one eyebrow. "What do you have?"
"Things to do." answered the feral, "That don't concern you."
"Zee?" Ororo cocked her head to the side.
The telekine wouldn't give up easily. "What do you have?" she repeated. "As in, what did you just put down your shirt?" The feral growled, low, a warning. "Well?" She reached out, mentally, to the other redhead, but met a solid wall of anger.
"OUT of my HEAD." hissed the feral.
"Then tell me what you have." said Jean with a shrug.
"Thought-fucker." Zoe hissed, fangs lengthened. She could feel the zipper of her jacket tug. "Jean, fuck OFF."
"Such language." Jean admonished.
"You're about to strip my clothes off and you're trying to scold me for telling you to fuck off?"
"Jean, leave it alone." Ororo said quietly, putting a hand on the telekine's elbow. "Probably just an MP3 player- all the children have them."
"Then why hide it?"
"Because it's mine, and I'm not about to give it up." said Zoe.
Ororo, trying to diffuse the situation, smiled at Zoe. "What were you listening to?"
"Music." spat the feral, still agitated and on guard.
The windrider rolled her eyes. "I meant what song was that?" she said, coming up to the girl, eyes averted to keep from making the feral more defensive. "I've never heard it before."
Zosia watched Ororo approach, letting her come right up beside her until she could smell the woman's vanilla shampoo, and the light scent of impending rain. It soothed her agitation almost as well as Victor's scent could. She discreetly took in a lungful, held it, then slowly let it out. "It's Rihanna." she answered to windrider. She playfully smiled. "It's one of Victor's favorites."
"Really?" asked Ororo, surprised. "Never would have pegged that one."
"He only likes it because it means he's gonna get some." shrugged the feral. "Brings him out of the woods real fast if he's out hunting."
The windrider snickered. "Why?"
"You didn't listen to the lyrics?" Zoe chuckled. "Come here, rude boy- boy, can you get it up?" she repeated, rolling her body from her stomach to her thighs and back. "Come here, rude boy- boy, is you big enough?" She straightened up again. "Kinda self-explanatory, non?" She chuckled again.
Jean watched the two, paying attention to how the feral seemed to calm so quickly with Ororo near her. Filing it away mentally, she came up to the two of them, glancing down at the still-sleeping cub. "Doesn't that hurt her little head?"
"I'd say she's used to it by now." answered the feral, following her gaze. "She'll wake soon without the music on."
"Can she still hear it through those muffs?" asked Ororo, eyes wide. "Does it hurt her ears?"
"She can't hear it, but she can feel it." guessed the telekine. "Did you listen to a lot of loud music while pregnant?" At the feral's nod, she clucked her tongue with a smile. "So she finds the beat soothing."
"Yes." Zoe nodded once more with a little smile.
"Well, if she needs her nap, then put the music back on."
The girl's eyes snapped back to Jean's. She shook her head. "No."
"Oh, come on." said the telekine, crossing her arms over her stomach. "What could you possibly be hiding that is that bad? A bomb?"
"No."
"We're not your enemies."
"But you should be smart enough to understand why I can't just blindly trust you. I've a family to protect, albeit a broken family at the moment, but still . . It's nothing personal."
"We're not trying to hurt anyone." said Ororo.
"Really? Want to tell that to my dead brother? My possibly-dead sister? My imprisoned father?" hissed Zosia. She paused, taking a deep breath to calm herself, putting her hands on her hips. "Pardon my outburst."
"That's not how I meant that." the windrider said, reaching out and running her hand along Zoe's shoulder. "It's all right. I meant that we're trying to help you and Sari. We're not going to do anything to hurt either of you. You don't have to be so guarded all the time because we're not trying to get anything out of you."
Zosia nodded, subconsciously leaning into the windrider's touch. "Okay."
"I could use a little workout." said Jean, eyeing the four treadmills along the wall. "What about you, 'Ro?"
"Sure." said the windrider. She playfully reached out and poked Jean's stomach. "Some of us need it more than others." she teased.
Jean feigned insult. "Well, excuse me!"
Zosia smirked. "Too much of that salty stuff you feed the children?"
"I'm a salt addict." shrugged the telekine with a chuckle. "I admit it."
"Want to listen to your MP3 player?" Ororo asked the feral. "Though, not as loudly, maybe? My eardrums don't grow back."
The feral smiled briefly, recrossing her arms. "It's not an MP3 player."
"Well, whatever it is, you were listening to music with it." Ororo shrugged, watching Jean walk to the little line of lockers along the far wall and pull out a couple pairs of shorts and t-shirts, kept there for this very purpose.
Zoe scowled again, looking at the floor. With a huffed sigh, she unzipped the jacket and pulled her satophone from her shirt.
"What is that?" asked the windrider.
"It's a phone." answered Zoe. "A satellite phone. Mine is kind of like an IPhone- I can use it the same way, I suppose." She let Ororo look at it, but kept a firm grip on it.
"Why would you need to hide a phone?" Jean asked, handing Ororo a tank and some shorts.
"Because of what is on it." answered the feral. "And I figured that Scooter would be less than pleased that I could contact Victor with it."
"Point." Jean assessed. "Well, I really figured it wouldn't be too out there to think you would try to contact him eventually. He's your husband- your mate."
The feral shrugged again, looking at the little blue phone, clicking her nails across the screen to unlock it. She clicked again on the music icon, bringing up the last song she was listening to. She held it where Ororo could see the lyrics scrolled across the screen. After a few seconds, she pulled it back, clicking her claws across it again to pick out another.
"Well, how about this:" said Jean, "I have to tell the Professor, but we can not tell Scott about your phone for now, okay?" She gave the girl a reassuring smile. Zoe only nodded once. "Now, do you wanna play some music while we're down here?"
"Sure." said the feral, walking back to the stereo system. Ororo followed, turning the volume knob down before Zoe could turn the music back on. "You take all the fun out of this." Zoe said teasingly. The windrider chuckled.
"What do you have on there?" she asked.
"Anything and everything. Mostly dance music." answered the redhead, plugging the little cord back into her satphone. When the two turned back around, Jean had already pulled her shorts and tank on, and was turning on the second treadmill. Ororo slipped into the little locker room to change. Zoe scrolled through her phone again, clicked the music on to repeat, and settled the phone back onto the speakers. "See if you like this one, telekine." She turned the volume back up- not as loud as before, but loud enough she could feel the beat beneath her feet.
. . . Na na na na- Come on
Na na na na- Come on
Na na na na- Come on
Na na na na- Come one, come on, come on
Na na na na
Feels so good bein' bad,
There's no way I'm turnin' back,
Now the pain is my pleasure cause nothing could measure . . .
The redheaded feral shook her hips, dancing her way over to the chin-up bars. She hopped up to the tallest one, hanging on it by her knees, watching Jean jog on the treadmill.
. . . Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it!
Sex in the air- I don't care, I love the smell of it
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But chains and whips excite me
Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it!
Sex in the air- I don't care, I love the smell of it
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But chains and whips excite me . . .
The telekine laughed out loud, turning off the treadmill to turn to look at the feral. "Where in the world did you find this song? What is it?"
"It's Rihanna again." Zoe said to her, loud enough to be heard. "S&M. You would prefer something else?"
"What else do you have?"
Zoe unhooked her knees, tucking her body and landing on her feet, then walked back to her phone. She chose another song from the list as Ororo rejoined them in her shorts and tank-top. She pushed play before setting the phone back on the speaker, but lingered in case she needed to change it again.
She want it- I can tell she want it
Want me to push up on it- 'fore she know when I'm all on it
We get the party going, liquor flowing, this is fire
50 and Jeremiah, number one, there's nothing higher
The feral chuckled quietly at the confused look on Jean's face. The telekine wrinkled her nose for a few seconds, stepping off the treadmill and coming closer to the other two women.
Look how she twurk it- the way she work it
Make me wanna hit it, hit it- Heaven when I'm in it, in it
If I do not fit, I'm gonna make it
Girl you can take it- don't stop, get it, get it
I like the way you grind with that booty on me
Shorty, you a dime- why you looking lonely?
We'll buy another round and it's all on me
As long as I'm around, put it down on me
"What in the world is this? I've heard this before."
"I don't know- it's something I heard in a bar once and liked it." shrugged the feral. "Fun to dance to, though." She rolled her hips again playfully.
"Wish I could dance like that."
Ororo laughed. "That'd give Scott a thrill!" she teased.
"Dance like this? You mean like bellydancing?" Zoe asked, lifting her hands up, clasping them above her head, and shimmying her hips. "Like this?"
"Yes, like that!" said Jean, instantly amused. "How do you do that?"
"Mystique taught me." Zoe answered, rolling her stomach down to her hips and back. "Part of my training."
"Training?"
"Yeah, that's a story for another day."
"Show me, show me!" said Jean, putting her hands up and attempting to mimic the feral.
"You can do it- you just have to speed it up." said Zoe, slowing it down, shifting her hips back and forth as she sunk down to the floor and back up. "Just do that, but faster." She brought her hands back down, putting them on her hips.
"Oh heck, I can't dance." said Jean with a wave of her hand and a chuckle. Ororo laughed out loud again.
"Bullshit." said Zoe, rolling her eyes. "Just shake your ass! If you can fuck, you can dance!"
Ororo about choked, then laughed louder. Jean gave her a mock-dirty look. "Shut it, Ro!" She looked back to Zoe. "And you, please-please-please cut it with the cussing! You can't curse in front of the students!"
"I'll hold my tongue in front of the innocents." Zoe said, rolling her eyes obstinately as the song ended. She walked past the two women, leaning down over Sari. She made sure the earmuffs were still in their proper place on the sleeping baby's ears, tucked her towel-turned-blanket down tight around her, then planted a kiss on her tiny forehead.
Baby, when we're grindin', I get so excited,
Ooh, how I like it- I try but I can't fight it
You're dancin' real close, 'cuz it's real, real slow
You're makin' it hard for me
All the songs on you requested
You're dancin' like you're naked
It's almost like we're sexin'
Yeah, boo, I like it- no, I can't deny it
But I know you can tell I'm excited . . .
Back by the speakers, Jean picked up Zoe's phone and scrolled down the long list of music. "I don't know any of this stuff!" She called to the feral across the room. "Who are these people?"
Zosia stood from her daughter, and came to take the phone from Jean, running one claw across the screen. She chewed her lip absently, then picked out another song. "Surely you've heard this one. It was popular for a good while." She said, pressing play. "You two gonna work out or dance?"
"I told you- I can't dance." said Jean with another laugh.
"Everyone can dance, telekine." returned Zosia.
"Not everyone is a lion! We can't all move like a cat."
"I'm not a lion- I'm a panther." The feral scowled. "And you don't have to be a cat." She rolled her eyes, hands on her hips. "You can fuck, can't you? Aren't you ever on top? I know you sleep with Scotty- I can smell him all over you."
The telekine started to protest, blushing bright red from her hairline to her chest. "You smell him on me?"
"You can scrub and scrub but it takes days and days to get the smell off." said the feral. Her eyes widened a little bit. "I'm not saying you stink! I can smell things you can't- that's just one of them. If Ororo sniffed you, she wouldn't be able to detect it."
Jean snorted. "No, it's okay, you just surprised me. You're fairly blunt, aren't you."
"Yeah. Now, aren't you ever on top? Don't you know how to roll your hips?" she asked.
Ororo chuckled again. "Like how?"
Zoe put her hands on her hips, rolling her hips in a circle. "Like that-" She reached out and grabbed Jean's hips, moving her the right way. "Pretend you're on Scotty." The two women burst out laughing again. "Oh, come on! Grow up!"
"No, no." Jean shook her head. "It's not that- it's just we don't ever talk like this."
"Really? I thought all frails had an incessant need for . . . 'girl talk'. Hell, My sister and I compared techniques."
"What? Really?" Jean's eyes widened. "Wow."
"Yeah, neither of us have a filter." Zoe said absently, flicking her hand out away from her. "Meh." She looked back at the telekine's hips. "Though, by the looks of that, there isn't much to incessantly speak of."
"Hey, what's wrong with- It get's the job done!" the redhead blushed deeper.
"Oh hell, my hands could get the job done, but that doesn't do shit for me." The feral said. "God damn, girl, move it like you want it!" She repeated the motion, circling her hips, arms up above her head.
"Is it just me or is it weird to hear that coming from that angel's pout mouth?" Jean asked Ororo, gesturing to Zoe. The feral scowled. "Like if Jubilee came down here trying to give us tips."
"I'm more demon than angel. I promise." said the feral darkly.
"I'm sorry- it's just you look like you're about fifteen." When the girl opened her mouth to protest, Jean continued. "We know you're not fifteen- ferals age differently."
"Really- I figured by human standards I looked as though I should be just barely legal." She changed the song again, putting on one with a faster beat. "Now, fucking shimmy your hips, telekine!"
"JUST WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON HERE?"
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The songs in this chappie were:
Rihanna: Rude Boy
Rihanna: S&M
Jeremiah and 50cent: Down On Me
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