TITLE: Not Christmas
AUTHOR: Jos Mous
UNIVERSE: X-Men: Evolution
DISCLAIMER: Not owning characters, not making a profit.
RATING: PG-13 to R
NOTE: You know, even though these short I-don’t-know-whats are completely plotless and utterly directionless I nevertheless seem to be steering towards a Kitty/Rogue/Jean pairing. I’m not quite sure what I think of this.
It was the night before Christmas and it was busy in the recreational room of Professor Charles Xavier’s School for the Gifted. Because most students would be going to visit their parents tomorrow, it had been generally decided that the giving of gifts would take place a day earlier. Most of the gifts that had been handed out had been rather expensive because a month or so ago, Scott had bought himself a videogame console and, being the selfless leader he thought himself to be, had set it up in the rec room for everyone to use. As a result all the guys and Jubilee had given each other games. One of these was currently the cause for an argument.
“Look, the guy’s obviously some cheap knock-off,” said Evan for about the tenth time that evening. “I mean, look at his clothes, his hair. He’s a mercenary fighter pilot for crying out loud,” he added, gesturing wildly at the TV screen.
“Whatever,” said Kurt, sounding bored. “I’m still saying that if they wanted to put in the original, they’d’ve put in the original. I mean, what’s the point otherwise?”
“Guys, are we racing or are we arguing?” said Scott, annoyed.
“Yeah, yeah, we’re racing,” said Evan. “But I’m still right.”
“Oh now listen,” said Kurt, in a voice that indicated the coming of a rant.
Jean sat a while away from the group of teenagers. Videogames weren’t really her thing, though she was quite amused by the constant bickering apparently surrounding it. She was, however, being very careful. She tried to keep her glass on the table for as often as she could and she gripped the support of the couch she was sitting on rather tightly. And this was because Kitty had gone to bed early complaining about a headache and Rogue had simply slipped away quietly. Jean had a feeling that it wouldn’t be too long before she’d get images of naked girls doing very particular things to each other in her head. Granted, Kitty and Rogue had been very… conscientious lately, but on the other hand, they would be going off to visit their parents tomorrow and Christmas was a time to spend with your loved ones. For a moment, Jean idly wondered how Kitty and Rogue had sex together. That is to say, she didn’t wonder about the how, she very emphatically did not wonder about the how, but she wondered about the… technicalities of how they had managed to work around Rogue’s unique disadvantages.
Suddenly, Jean’s knuckles whitened as she gripped the couch tighter and her mind’s eye saw Kitty writhing in ecstasy. The moment passed a minute or two later, entirely unheeded by the group surrounding the TV and Jean relaxed somewhat, taking her glass and carefully sipping it. So, that would have been Rogue then. Rogue’s thoughts were always focused on Kitty in such moments, unlike Kitty’s thoughts which wildly swung every which way.
Two seconds later, Jean was feeling very disturbed with herself.
Kitty was lying on her bed, fully dressed up in uniform including boots and gloves. Half draped on top of her was Rogue, who wasn’t in uniform or anything else for that matter. She was panting, her fingers drawing lazy circles on the fabric covering Kitty’s stomach.
“I needed that,” said Rogue. “Guess I’m not really the celibate type.”
“Oh come on, you showed a lot of restraint recently,” said Kitty. “Unfortunately,” she added playfully.
Rogue chuckled. “Yeah, well, with my powers you’ll learn to have a lot of restraint. I can’t count the times I’ve wanted to just tackle you and forget about Jean.”
“Same here,” said Kitty, very carefully pressing a kiss on Rogue’s hair and making sure she didn’t press too hard. “Think she minds?”
“Jean? Well, it’s Christmas so if she does, screw her. Speaking of which.” Rogue stood up abruptly and put on her socks, pants, turtleneck sweater and gloves. She opened her nightstand and took out something covered in wrapping-paper. “Happy Hanukkah.”
Kitty eagerly accepted it. “Couldn’t you’ve given me this earlier?” she said, smiling.
Rogue sat down on the bed again. “Didn’t think it’d be appropriate.”
Kitty unwrapped it and then stared silently at the revealed package.
“I don’t know a lot ‘bout these things,” Rogue said uncomfortably. “So, err, I hope it’s OK.”
“That depends,” said Kitty. A mischievous grin started spreading across her face. “Were batteries included?”
Jean leaned back on the couch and enjoyed the silence. The mental silence, that is, because the room itself was crowded with various exclamations and a lot of swearing. So, Kitty and Rogue had… done that particular thing… just once. Well it was only to be expected. From what Jean could gather they hadn’t been dating for that long and the only reason they were already involved in that way was simply because they had been forced to skip the kissing altogether and had moved on to the next stage. Obviously they’d still be feeling pretty awkward about the whole thing.
Five seconds later, Jean had dashed from the rec room and was staggering through the hallway. She stopped, clutched at her head, then took a few uneasy steps forward. She careened into the wall, rebounded and fell to her hands and knees. She tried to take a few deep breaths, which proved difficult because she was severely out of breath. She crawled back upright and managed to take a few steps more before falling down completely. Her body started shuddering uncontrollably, her hands clawing at the carpet.
Upstairs, back arched, fingers dug deeply into the sheets, Kitty groaned loudly as the vibrator guided by Rogue sent unbearable pleasure through her entire body.
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