Rachel Anne Summers is lost again (the_phoenix) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-04-04 12:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, booker dewitt, kitty pryde (shadowcat), rachel grey |
Who: Rachel Grey, Kitty Pryde, Booker DeWitt
What: Kitty's 14, Rachel's 26, and Booker gets psychoanalyzed.
When: 3/1
Where: Booker's place/Kitty's place. Telephone conversations, etc.
Rating/Warnings: PG-13. It's them, so there's some cussing and drinking.
Status: Complete!
This is bad, Kitty thought. This is really bad. She stared at herself in the mirror then grabbed her phone and called the first number she could. Then she resumed looking at herself in the mirror. "Fuck fuck frakkity fuck!" Her voice cracked a little, and her hair was frizzy, and she was leaner and lanky and awkward and oh god.
Rachel had put her phone on the sink while she'd gone through her own inspection. Her curves had somewhat rounded out, she'd gained some lean muscle, a bit of a tan, and her hair had returned to its more natural dark reddish-brown.
Oh yeah, and she looked more like her mother than she ever had before. What the hell had happened!? She was definitely older. Oddly, she felt like she was more in control of herself and her powers, too.
She levitated her phone over to her hand as a test, then smacked the button, "Hey. You are so not going to believe this."
“Rachel?” Kitty looked down at her phone. “Wait something happened to you too? Oh god are you okay? Did you deage? I woke up and I’m like…” She flailed her free hand even though Rachel couldn’t see it. “I’m ‘hey you just manifested wanna join the x-men’ again!”
"No, I did not de-age," Rachel replied, somewhat hesitantly. Kitty'd de-aged? That was... well, that was trouble. That was so much trouble just waiting to happen. She almost wanted to skirt the issue in the hopes that her friend wouldn't ask more questions.
But Kitty was Kitty and younger Kitty was probably more Kitty, "I'm uhm... older. I have no idea how much older but I look beyond carding age."
“Pics or it didn’t happen,” Kitty pulled a shirt on, pulled her hair into a bun to try to look more mature. She also scrunched up her shoulders to give herself more cleavage again. Then she sent Rachel a pic.
"I'm not sure I want to be arrested for giving an underaged girl pics of myself," Rachel quipped. She pulled the phone away from her face and took a look at the picture Kitty had just sent her. The pose the other girl had chosen was actually kind of funny, but Kitty at fourteen was still pretty damn hot. In a 'wait until they're eighteen' kind of way.
She pulled on one of her shirts and snapped a selfie, then sent it back in return, "Don't get any ideas, there, jailbait."
"Oh dear god this isn't fair," Kitty whined. "How the heck did you get hotter? Is anyone else affected? We should find out if anyone else is affected." She kept staring at the pic and sighed.
"I'm not technically underaged but this is kinda...weird."
"You are technically underaged, so please stop talking about how I got hotter. I already had to deal with that this morning with Booker, who I swear wasn't going to let me leave the bedroom all day." Rachel joked, though her tone was tinged a bit with anger or annoyance. Not at Booker or Kitty, but with the universe at large. It was so unfair that she'd end up this way and Kitty would end up so much younger.
But at least it was a huge excuse for them not doing anything at all with each other, for however long.
"I look so much like my mother that I swear Dad's gonna think he's seen a ghost."
Kitty bristled. Her hair literally got curlier at the mention of Booker. She had been ignoring her jealousy but in this body that was easier said than done. She felt like she was going to cry or scream at a moment’s notice. It was UNFAIR. She loved Rachel and she knew it with all the certainty of a fourteen year old girl with a crush. “God I’m gonna need to have someone watch the kids.”
"If too many more of us are shrunk down, I'm going to end up playing babysitter." Rachel sighed a bit as she pulled on her clothing. None of it was really fitting the right way anymore, and she was going to need to do some shopping, "I need a new bra, how is that even possible."
Kitty’s eyes fluttered and she made a squeaking sound. “You should … I don’t know. Warn your dad or something.”
Booker, for his part, was enjoying the view, and would be more than happy to take that shirt back off of Rachel. And bend her over that basin, among other things.
"I'll send him a text if I ever get out of here." She wondered if Booker was going to come distract her and peel her out of her clothing again. She wasn't even sure how she felt about how much he'd taken advantage of her older body already.
The entirety of everything was just weird right now, and she needed a drink, "Are you going to be okay?"
“I’ll be okay. I really wanna see you but maybe that’ll be bad right now.” Kitty sometimes thought it was always bad. Not in a bad way, but in a self-control way. She wished she could spend longer than an hour with Rachel without her body and her heart going haywire. And right now it was worse than ever. Okay, maybe it wasn’t bad. Maybe it was just...something she had to work with.
"I know you want to see me, but I'm not sure how that'll work out without one of us shoving our hands down the other's pants. And it's not like fourteen year olds are known for their self control. I can read your thoughts, you know." More clearly than she ever could, before. And she could sort them away from Booker's, too. She could probably even contact Scott telepathically instead of texting him, but that would maybe freak him out too much.
She decided against it as she walked back out into Booker's bedroom and slapped his ass, "We'll probably have to see each other eventually, though. And if this sticks, we'll definitely have to deal with it. Booker, where's the liquor?"
“Yeah. I’ll talk to you later then. Have fun.” Kitty sighed and hung up. Grr.
The man reached out to grope her, and then headed to his liquor cabinet. “Thank god you’re not the one that woke up fourteen. That woulda been fucked up.”
"According to my sources, you wouldn't have been that perturbed," Rachel joked. She wasn't really ready to deal with this or go home yet, though she tapped out a quick text to her father. He needed to be warned, that was for sure.
And Kitty was angry. Angry about Booker, which she filed away somewhere. It was probably rude to intrude on her friend's thoughts like that, but it was leaking through their established connection. She chewed on her lip a bit, "At least you didn't wake up in diapers or something."
“Hey, there’s a limit even for me, and she had ID that said she was eighteen.” Booker scowled. He was really sick of all that, and wished he could go back and stop himself. “An’ yeah, that woulda sucked.”
"I would have had to change them, and I am definitely not ever going to be ready for something like that," Rachel replied, with a snort. She reached out with her tk to float the glass of liquor Booker'd poured over to herself, then grabbed it out of the air and sipped at it. It was the good stuff, and she let out a bit of a groan.
"You know. People would probably stop giving you shit if you fucked girls closer to your age. Which I guess includes me, now."
Booker rolled his eyes. “Somehow I can’t picture you a mom. Kids are hard work.” There was a brief flash in his mind of Anna, and he became inexplicably sad. “Who am I to say no if a woman wants to fuck?”
"A man who wants someone to respect him, that's who," Rachel replied, her tone more gentle than usual. She held up a hand before he could argue at her, "And you do. Don't pretend that you don't. There's a couple people in your life still that you wish respected you more. But instead of focusing on that you've decided that you just aren't worthy of it or don't really want it, so you don't have to deal with it."
She shook her head, "Look, older women have issues. They're scared enough about aging without a guy they care about proving them right. She's never going to drop it and she's never going to let it go, because it hurt to think that you preferred someone whose boobs weren't sagging and whose hair wasn't greying, and who wouldn't look like a grandma in another decade or whatever."
Booker closed his eyes. “Fuck. It ain’t even anything to do with that. It was...We were on a break. I thought she hated me, an’ I was pissed at her. If it hadn’t been Serah it woulda been someone else an’ it has nothing to do with her age. And I’m getting pissed off with the jokes and shit about it. We’re through, an’ that’s the end of it.”
"If it was over, it'd actually be over, Booker." Rachel replied, with a bit of a sigh. She wasn't sure how much further to take her insights, but she'd already stepped in it, so she figured she might as well keep on going, "Sometimes, when a woman pulls away, she wants you to chase her. Sometimes, 'I want a break' really means 'this is getting too heavy for me and I'm scared shitless'. Sometimes, 'fuck you' means 'I love you', and so does 'I hate you'."
“That’s a boat that’s sailed.” There was finality in Booker’s voice. He’d given up on Neena, now more than ever. She was happy, happy in a way he’d never managed to her and it broke his heart. The first and only woman since Annabelle that had managed to worm her way into his heart.
Rachel wasn't convinced, not even in the slightest. There were still times when the name 'Neena' almost slipped out of his mouth when screwed each other. One night, he'd actually moaned it in his sleep. She doubted he knew that, though, and she was willing to let the subject drop for now.
"Well... consider it wisdom for the future then. Women don't come with a manual. Being a telepath helps."
“You up for some fun, or are you gonna psychoanalyze me all morning?”
"I have to go shopping, talk to my dad, and... psychoanalyze myself. It's a very busy day." Rachel replied, with a sigh. She downed the rest of the liquor in her glass and got up, then smooched Booker on the cheek, "Try not to be miserable all day."
“Try to avoid the jailbait,” Booker said with a smirk. He’d caught Kitty’s picture on her phone.