Seasoned: Part 12

by Yezra

Tight Collars, Part Two

Jubilee and Nick Followed Sumeeta's lead to a warehouse district that had plenty of abandoned buildings. With a stern warning from Jubilee's shaking finger - and Nick's guns - Susie's street boys agreed to help get them some food, but no more giving their whereabouts away. As soon as they settled on a building, Fury pulled out a little metal device from his bag. It looked like a silver spider. He attached it to a GPS receiver and it appeared to be uploading something. Then he popped it off, and pressed a button on its belly. It began to hum like an expensive toy. He leaned back, and tossed it into the night air, and it never came back down. It just whizzed higher, and eventually vanished.

Susie scratched an ear, waiting for his explanation. Jubilee titled her head. "So… what'd that do?"

Nick gave her The Stern Face. "It'll get us a ride home. The rest is classified, missy."

Sumeeta rolled her yellow eyes. "Classified?" She mouthed the word to Jubilee behind his back.

"Oh, puh-leeze…" Jubilee muttered, hoisting herself and her belly into the dingy warehouse. Nick chuckled.

Within a few hours, the boys had brought them food, blankets and wash clothes, and a small cot for Jubilee, as well as blowtorch, a metal washbasin and a several gallons of distilled water. There was even some scented soap from the girls at the whorehouse. Nick would have to put up with smelling like roses and perfume until they got home, but at least he'd be clean.

"Okay, let's assess the situation. The FOH an' them silly-ass Pro-humaners are still crawlin' around in that burgh we just left, no doubt lookin' fer their prize catch. I'm here without any authority, and we can’t use cell phones or any kind o' communication that can be tracked."

Venturing out would be impossible for Jubilee and Nick. Only Susie could go out, with a different persona each time, just to get food and water. The FOH was everywhere in Mongolia now. They were still angry about losing Jubilee. The trio had gotten away from them, but they were close. Even using a cell phone - not that they had one - was a huge risk. The FOH was always listening to Mongolia for her. If they found a cell phone signal, then they would find her.

"Jubes is a wanted woman, and a big ole white guy with an eye patch will look pretty suspicious in the market place. So, until our ride gets here, Susie is the only one who can go out. She speaks enough of the language and she can morph to steal us what we may need. Jubilee, yer a latent telepath, right? Can ya try ta contact Xavier or Jean Summers?"

"No… um, it's kinda weird, but my pafs have been really weak and the telepathy is gone since I found out I was pregnant. They won’t be scanning for me anyways… I left under, uh, non-X-Man circumstances." She looked down for a moment. Then she brightened. "I do have a healing factor now! I can't explain it."

"Yeah, I bet that baby can, though." Nick gestured towards her stomach. "Well, that won’t help us get home, but it'll help keep you nice'n healthy until someone can get us home. Sorry, girl… I wasn't countin' on a pregnant fiancée. Just a fiancée."

"Yeah, well…" Jubilee smirked, looking at her tummy. "That makes several of us."

***

"She was the perfect instrument to prove the threat that mutants pose to humans! Her trial would have been the most valuable political move the PHP has made yet!"

Congressman Wentworth sighed, and added a second ball to the swinging contraption on his desk. He stared at it a bit before leaning back in his chair and examining his nose hair in a mirror.

Yes, I do believe I'll have a manicure tonight… and a massage, too.

The speaker on the other end of the phone droned on about lost chances and the FOH's responsibility to protect the Pro-Human Party's political interests on an international scale, not just locally. Wentworth shifted in his seat again and interrupted the conversation, not even trying to aim his voice for the speakerphone. "Yes, representative McClelland, I understand your frustration… but you must understand that our involvement in the Jubilation Lee case has now ended. We can only do so much." More yelling. Wentworth raised an eyebrow in the direction of the speakerphone and re-tied his tie, saying, "Yes, I understand," at the appropriate pause, and, "Oh, I agree completely," at another. "I wish you luck in that matter," he replied casually.

Recognizing Wentworth's oily political dance for what it was, California PHP Representative Arthur McClelland was boiling over. "Well, I do not care what the United States' archaic mutant policy is, or whether or not the FOH will get her back for us! We are staying in Mongolia and we are not leaving until we have Jubilation Lee in PHP custody! Do I make myself clear?"

Wentworth sneezed, very politely. "Oh… I'm sorry. What was that?"

The Congressman heard McClelland scream and then slam his phone back into its cradle. "Politicians," Wentworth sighed, nearly chuckling, but not quite.

***

"…as the ousted traditional Kazakstan government officially relinquished control of their homeland, the FOH's intentions here have cemented… with hundreds of thousands of mutants being forced to register, just today. The question on most of their minds is, no doubt, we are registering - but for what? And nearby, Mongolia watches… and waits."

This is Trish Tilby in New York, for BNBC News."

Disgusted, Gambit pointed the remote at the set and clicked it off. The conference in Moscow hadn't even been held yet and Kazakstan was already taken. "Trish, you got de best ways to ruin a man's day." He leaned over and ran a hand through his auburn locks, noting the strands that came away with his fingers. He gaped at them, just for a moment, then recovered smoothly, as he felt his wife's presence behind him. Remy had grown so upset over the safety of his p'tite soeur that his hair was actually coming out. Henry said it was only stress, and that it would grow back… but Rogue was still enjoying the chance to tease him. Not too much, because she was just as worried about Jubilee and was not taking the situation too lightly either.

"Ya'll gonna be wrinkled and bald by the time Jubes gets back home, Gambit…" she tugged on a lock near the back of his neck playfully. "Ya need ta loosen up, Cajun."

Remy's lip twitched, sensing the playfulness in her voice. He was pretty worried about Jubilee, but if there was one thing that could make him forget his problems for a while, it was the girl tugging on his hair. In one quick, fluid movement, he lunged for Rogue's inhibitor on the couch table, slapped it on her arm, and yanked her down over the back of the couch, right into his lap. Then he tossed her onto the cushions next to him, quickly laying on top of her and holding her down. Rogue giggled furiously as he attacked some newly discovered ticklish spots. That went on for a few minutes until she screamed 'uncle' and he stopped, kneeling on her arms lightly and looming above her.

"Yer jus' lucky I ain't got my strength, else Ah'da pounded you by now, Rem," she panted, smiling.

"Roguey, don' you know it's not funny to make jokes 'bout a man's hairline?"

"Whut? Hank said it'ud grow back!" She squealed again as his fingers found her neck and tickled.

"Den you won' have no problems when Remy make fun of de size of yo' butt when you make all dem babies wit Gambit, neh?" He grinned, tickling her more.

"Ya'll wouldn't dare!" Rogue half-laughed, half-bellowed. She fought back, and the two of them tumbled onto the floor, with Remy breaking Rogue's not-so-indestructible fall with a loud ooomf!

"What?!" Gambit chuckled as she gave a half-hearted attempt to beat him up for his comments about her backside. "Gambit's hair grow back… an' Marie's butt get all round an' hard again… someday!" He laughed outright when he heard her soft, feminine growl.

She stopped pummeling and sat up, smiling down at him under heavy lids. Her gloved hands lay flat on his chest, and he reached up to pull them off. Rogue snaked her hands up his strong chest, and whispered to him sweetly as he hiked her shirt up. "Ya'll know Ah ain't got no defense left when ya call me that, Rem." She closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of her husband's bare flesh as her hands slid down his shoulders. He groaned as though he could wait no longer, and Remy pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it aside.

He eyed her for a moment, then shoved the couch table aside with his foot and flipped her over carefully so that he was on top. Remy gently rubbed his long thigh against her pelvis, delighting in the fact that she responded to him instantly. He trailed soft kisses up to her ear, where he whispered a reply. "Why you t'ink dat Remy only call you dat when no one else can hear, eh ma chere?" She giggled softly as his warm breath tickled her ear. Then he suddenly stopped kissing and moving, and she looked up at him.

Remy's beautiful demon eyes were flooding with moisture, not crying really, but close. She reached a hand up to cup his cheek and gave him a questioning look. "Whatsa matter, Sugah?"

"Chere… Don'… Don' you go leavin' Gambit like de petite did de Wolverine. I won' take dat, Marie. I won' let you go."

Rogue pulled his lips down to meet hers, holding him possessively in a long, sweet kiss. Then she whispered to him softly, promising him she'd do everything in her power to always stay as close to him as possible.

***

It was two days into the conference and already Natasha Romanov was bored out of her skull. She wanted to go to the museums and see an opera, but Sharon Carter was all business. At least SHIELD was footing the bill for a five-star hotel room this time.

She was walking down the hall to get more ice for her vodka, sans armor and weapons, in nothing more than a hotel robe. Before she could react, a gruff arm reached out and grabbed her, dragging her into a darkened hallway. Her first impulse was to scream, but she knew that would do her no good. She was about to bite the hand over her mouth, when she heard a familiar chuckle.

Logan leaned in real close, trying not to scare her further. "Hullo, Tasha. Been hitting the Vodka, I smell. How's things?"

He could feel the smile forming on her pretty lips under his palm before even he removed it. She smirked up at him over her shoulder and spoke in low, seductive tones. "Dosvadonya, Little Uncle. A girl's got to live it up sometime. I trust you are uninjured?"

"We're just fine, little one. Been walking a real long time, but we're okay." Tasha smiled at him warmly as he set her back on her feet and she turned to give him a big hug. She glanced over at Kurt, who even with his image inducer on, could not hide the fact that he was frazzled. A frazzled man of the cloth. He blinked in the darkened hall, looking over to where she had come from and back to where she was originally headed.

"Who is this one, then? He looks worse for the wear, eh?" She grinned at Logan. "Father, tell me please… you are not traveling with this… low-life." She tskd low in her throat, and Logan laughed, swatting her on her rear end. She jumped and giggled.

Tasha led them to the room that she and Sharon were assigned to, and opened the gilded double doors with a flourish. "Gentlemen, I give you… The Sheraton, Moscow." Bowing low, she laughed again as she stood back up and was nearly pushed out of the way by Kurt, who forced his way around Logan. The teleporter nearly fainted. Their suite was exquisite. He hadn't seen anything that civilized since the riot in Germany. He could practically smell the fresh linens on the bed. Logan could smell the apple shampoo in the air.

"Carter in the shower?" He glanced at Tasha as she shut the door.

She nodded. "We are finished for the day. The conference is not going too well." She plopped on the couch, crossing her legs over the arm and revealing a satiny red number underneath. Kurt blushed and looked away, turning off his inducer and sighing deeply. Natasha sat up and stared at him for a moment, admiring the change.

Logan strolled past her and deftly pushed her legs off the arm, closing them to the general view. "Tasha, please, yer scarin' the holy guy."

She blushed as well, and sat up, clearing her throat. "You mean, this is not a disguise? He is a… priest?"

Logan smirked and nodded. "Yeah, so sober up ya lil' flirt. Don’t make me spank you in front of him."

She leaned forward, planting her elbows on her knees, and gave Logan a decidedly cheesy, tipsy grin. "Promise me that when we are done with business you will tell me all about Jubilation. Last time I saw her she was just a little girl… You evil American… cradle robber!"

"Yeah, yeah… You dames'er all a bunch of babies ta me. Now dish."

Natasha sat up and cleared her throat. Kurt sat down in an elaborately upholstered wing chair, close enough to be polite and participate, but far enough from the beautiful Tasha for his own comfort. She gave him a dazzling smile before continuing. "An out-of-service SHIELD coordinate beacon, attuned to Agent 13's personal frequencies, arrived from Nicholas three days ago. It attached itself to our jet while we were still en route to Moscow. It contained the latitude/longitude coordinates for the point at which it was activated, namely, a location in Mongolia, no doubt where Nicholas found Jubilation."

The door to the bathroom opened up, and Sharon walked out in a cloud of steam. Her hair was up in a towel and she also had on a plush hotel robe. "Ahhhh! The Goddamn tub's bigger than my car! Jesus, that felt good!" she shouted, then noticed the guests. "Oh! Wolverine, you found us! Splendid! And, um… sorry, Father." She gave Kurt a sheepish smile and dropped the extra towel in her hand to the carpeting.

"Ach… Just get on wit zis… I need a bath…" Kurt pinched the bridge of his nose between his furry paws. Sharon winced, feeling bad for her casual blasphemy, and sat down on the couch. She looked over to Natasha.

"How much have you told him?"

"I'd just gotten to the beacon's coordinates. You take over, I want more vodka!" And with that the Black Widow skipped off.

"Right. Well, Nick's coordinates showed that his party is near the Russian border. He had planned for us to pick you two up here, then we were to go get them in Mongolia. There was even a short message encrypted in his beacon, stating to come get them ASAP. So Nick is expecting our rescue. But…" she exhaled, trying not to look worried. "Things have changed."

Logan narrowed his eyes, just a little. "What. Things."

"Right before we left, this mission had its security level upped - exceeding the one Nick originally assigned it… I got a few guesses as to why that happened, but I can’t divulge them just yet. Not 'till I'm sure. Not 'till I can talk to Nick about it. Now we cannot deviate from our mission in anyway. I'm sorry, Wolvie. Just the detour to fly you over Mongolian air space would be a risk. Mongolia is considered unstable territory right now and we'd have no way to explain such a flight pattern. And as far as SHIELD is concerned, you can't even be on the aircraft, or trouble will find me and Tasha, and it'll come after you next. So you see, we cannot land, we cannot fly over Mongolia, and we cannot bring you home with us."

Natasha sat down next to them with little crystal glasses, pouring them all shots of expensive Vodka – free from the mini-bar in the hotel room. "All we can do to help you now is kick you out of the plane near the Mongolian border, with a parachute, some supplies, and a GPS Receiver programmed with those coordinates Sharon received… and wish you Godspeed, of course. Then all we'll have to deal with is some extra weight that 'suddenly got jettisoned'. That much we can explain to our superiors… with a little creativity." Tasha smirked and winked at Kurt.

"Yeah – Tasha and her horrible Russian shopping habit… 'all those leather boots… we were listing, sub-director, honest!'" Logan nodded, sighing. At least it would get him near Jubilee, the rest was up to him. "I'm really sorry, Logan. I wanted to clean this up myself, but our hands are tied this time. The worst part is, Nick thinks we are on our way."

"That's okay, Sharon. It's more'n I could have ever asked for. You girls have my thanks." Logan turned to Kurt. "Well, fuzzy elf? Are ya still in? Or is this too much fer ya?"

Kurt exhaled, and held his head in his hands. He wanted to go home. But he couldn't just leave Logan to his plan. He wanted Jubilee back with them just as badly… he just wished that the plan did not involve so many fringe sports. "Let me get zis straight. You're dropping him out of a plane in Mongolia in ze middle of ze night?" Kurt yelped. Sharon, Tasha and Logan all looked at him silently.

"Nope. Not in Mongolia, just near it elf." Logan leaned in and grinned. "But you could get us closer, bub."

Kurt covered his face, then grabbed the shot and downed it. "All right, all right… I'm in." He slid the glass over to Natasha. "Pour me another one, Fräulein. Mein Gott! I am never going to survive zis mess…"

Natasha Romanov smiled warmly, looking the handsome blue mutant over with more than a passing glance. Kurt finally excused himself to take a bath. While Sharon and Logan continued to chat, Tasha grabbed the Vodka bottle, snuck down the hall and lingered near the bathroom door, contemplating her next move.

Indigo was one of her favorite colors…

***

"So, Susie-Q… yer from India originally… right?" Nick smiled at the young woman while he re-checked his weaponry, cleaning his handgun for the tenth time. He was getting nervous.

"Please, Colonel, do not remind me. Born and raised, yes."

Fury looked up at her as she sliced up the pineapple her boys on the street had brought them. "S'matter? Not like it there?"

"Sure… yes, I liked it fine… until my damn mutancy manifested. I left home young. I got involved with a group who was trying to rid small villages of the caste system. One day, shortly after my first period, I morphed uncontrollably into a small tiger. Then, I became part of a new caste system. One that my so-called rebel comrades didn’t want abolished." She smiled at him softly while her slender hands worked Jubilee's knife over the fruit. "So I left. I went to England, got a partial education, joined the mutant rebels, and eventually met David in Oklahoma. That was when things started looking up for me."

Fury didn't want to pry, but she had offered. "You loved him a lot, didn’t ya?"

She paused, her eyes on the fruit. "Yes. He was my future… it wasn't going to be a comfortable one by any means, but at least with him I saw one. Now… I don’t know what I am going to do."

"Yer gonna stop it with the killin' people fer one. That ain't a road you wanna go down, girl. Trust me."

She glanced back up at him, almost shyly. "I think I've gotten that out of my system now."

"You better have."

She eyed him, finishing the pineapple and moving onto a turnip. "Well, I mean… I'll go home with Jubilee to America, of course. But what then? I have no skills. What am I going to do? Dust Xavier's guestrooms in a little black maid's outfit? Sumeeta Karamshi… Mutant X-Maid? Lovely."

"Well, there's a few o' them X-Men that would love ta see you do that, 'specially if there's lots o' bending over involved. In fact, the one named Drake will probably pay you ta fall down on a regular basis." She looked up from the turnip and smirked at him. Nick smiled, then got back on track. "Susie, look. There's ways ta fight fer mutant rights that don’t always put ya in the line o' fire." Nick pushed the little pieces of his gun into position, methodically noting which one came first and what they all actually did.

"But… all I know how to do is follow a leader. I'd like to do more than that."

He tried to find a way to drop into the subject casually, but he knew he sucked at casual, so he just went for it. "Um, ya ever consider goin' back to India?"

Susie laughed, "Whatever for? Polluted water supplies? Rampant birth defects? No, no thank you."

"Well, I'm just sayin'… you were wonderin' what ta do with yerself. I got a friend that could use yer help in gettin' around in India."

She dropped the last of the pieces into the bowl and took a wet rag to the knife. "Are we talking about SHIELD? You want me to become a spy, Colonel?"

Nick grimaced. He didn't want to think about SHIELD right then. Not while he was thinking about Jane. "Not in the least. But this friend o' mine… she means a lot to me." He cleared his throat and Susie was suddenly paying attention. She was not a scholar, but she was definitely good at reading people. She grinned quietly.

Fury's got a love life? Huh.

"…Fer reasons I'll let her tell ya about - if yer interested, that is - she needs to go to India, to find a broken down village, that has a little ole' Brahmin, who has a book her grandma wrote… and only he can help her with… uh… her problem. An' she don’t speak a word o' Hindi, and she don't know squat about the culture." He continued putting his gun back together. Susie noticed his face was lined with worry now, even though his voice had grown gentler.

"Okay, Colonel… I'll tell you what. I'd like to meet this friend of yours. It sounds a whole lot better than being paid to flash French Maid Panty, anyway."

Fury glanced at her to find a teasing smile waiting for him. "Good," he said, and left it at that.

They both turned to look at the room Jubilee was supposed to be sleeping in, where they heard her crying softly. Susie sighed. "She better eat all of her food this time… her hormones are driving me batty." She moved to stand up, but Nick held up a hand.

"Lemme go this time," he sighed, and his knees popped as he stood up. "She probably wants a Wolverine to hold onto 'bout now. Ya know… somethin' big and ugly? You don’t exactly fit the bill, sweetheart." Susie smiled, shaking her head, and grabbed an apple. She swallowed a bite with some water and one of the vitamins Nick had stashed in his magic bag.

***

"Ya wanna… um… talk about it?" Nick's boots shifted nervously on the floor in front of Jubilee. She was sitting down with her back leaning against the wall and her legs crossed as much as they would allow under her bulging belly.

"What the heck am I doing? Having a baby? Am I freakin' nuts? I can’t even take care of myself!" She angrily scrubbed at her tears, making her cheeks even pinker. "I'm just a stupid kid, right?" Jubilee sobbed, looking up at Nick. "You still see me that way… right?"

Fury looked down at her tear-stained and watery eyes, regretting it the moment he had done so. Women in trouble, or a woman in tears… He simply didn't have a bigger weakness. Cap was always on him for that.

And that was exactly the problem. Jubilee was a woman, and he knew it. Just because she was a kid when he met her, and her stature was so still so small, these were not excuses to keep thinking of her as a child. Jane was small, too, and a lot younger than his century-old existence. But he certainly didn't look at her and think 'child'. When he looked at Jane, his only thought was 'that's mine'. Suddenly, he realized the kinds of torturous thoughts Logan must have had endured before he chucked the garbage and got on with the romance.

Nick slid down the wall and planted himself next to her, pulling her closer to his side with one massive arm. "Don't you worry about what I think, Jubilation. No matter what I look like, my mind's a flamin' dinosaur." He eyed her quickly, and added sarcastically, "A smart, non-senile dinosaur, ya got me?" She smiled softly. Fury brushed the hair off her face and rubbed her shoulders reassuringly. "I can't help but see you as a baby, no matter what I know yer capable of. Yer more'n seventy-five years younger than me."

She sniffed, looking out of the greasy window, and paused before asking, "Wolvie's probably older than you are, Nick. That mean I can't marry him? That I can't be in love with 'im?"

"Nope." He hugged her closer.

Jubilee began to cry again. "Good, cuz I can't seem ta stop."

Nick looked down at her again, and watched as the silent tears just fell from her eyes. "All it means, girl, is that you can't let people get to you when they think you shouldn't be in love with him. I know that's tough, Jubes… I can see how tough it's been fer the both o' ya. But don't just give up. They'll probably never like it… but why the hell doya need ta prove anythin' to them anyways? After we fell in love, Katie an' me never gave inta that crap… and Jane – now, she don't give a fuck at all. I admire that in her; it ain't even an issue. Maybe ya shouldn't allow it ta be one fer you and Logan, neither." She sobbed this time, and clutched at his shirt. "Hey - what'd I say?"

"Nothing, I-I just…" her lower lip quivered. "I don't wanna act like a baby. All this cryin' and shit." He rubbed her arms again. "But I miss him so much…"

Jubilee's words trailed off into her sobs, and she gave in. Whether it was because she was hormonal and pregnant, or just scared, or she missed Logan too much; she just didn't care anymore. She felt like crying, so she did.

"Jubilation… Stop beatin' yerself up over it. The heart does what it wants. An' that's that." Nick smiled, just letting her bawl. It didn't look like her getting upset and crying about everything was going to worsen their problems. As always, all he wanted to do was fix the problem, and let someone more qualified deal with the emotional side of it.

C'mon already, Carter… get yer skinny blonde ass over here and pick us the hell up!

***

The SHIELD jet flew as low in the airspace and as close to the Russian/Mongolian border as Sharon Carter dared it to. She checked a few readouts, and took a deep breath. She looked back toward the cargo hold where Natasha was standing with Logan and Kurt, a massive belt connecting her to the inside wall. Nightcrawler was strapped to Logan's back, and one industrial strength parachute was attached to Logan, along with a small bag of equipment and Mongolian currency. "Okay, guys!" Sharon yelled. "This is it! Kurt, you should teleport South as much as possible until it's time to pull the chute!" Kurt steeled himself. This was going to wear him out. Logan nodded his thanks to Carter, who gave him the thumbs up.

"Wait! One more thing!" Tasha shouted, putting a palm on Logan's arm to stop him. She got closer to Kurt, and he gave her a sheepish expression. Logan growled, and looked back at them with an impatient face.

"Well?! What the hell is it, Tash? We're burnin' daylight here, Darlin!"

<Oh, just shut the fuck up for a second, would you Little Uncle?!> Tasha spat at him in Russian, the pale beauty giving him a look that meant business. Logan's eyes widened, but then she smiled back. Tasha looked back at Kurt, and spoke to him in unmistakably sultry tones, her accent making it even harder not to find her unbelievably sexy.

"You can say it was the Vodka all you want, my beautiful acrobat. But I doubt very highly that God will punish you for your… numerous talents. I will never forget you!" With that, she reached out, grabbing his fuzzy face with both her pale, deadly hands, and kissed him full on the lips. Logan, torn between shock and impatience, just stood still and tried not to watch. Or laugh. Sharon gasped, and put a hand to her mouth. She turned around in the captain's seat and giggled softly. When the kiss broke, Kurt had to remind himself to breathe again. He blinked, staring at Natasha'a lovely face. Then he finally patted Logan on the shoulder.

"Get us out of here, Wolverine – before I break anozer vow!"

Logan shook his head, smiling and winking at Tasha. Then he grit his teeth as his thick fingers clenched the sides of the hatch, and jumped.

Tasha screamed a poetic goodbye out the hatch in Russian, just before she saw Kurt's first teleport. She smiled, closing the hatch and leaning on it. Tasha sighed, placing a hand to her throat like a schoolgirl and slipping down the hatch door just a little.

Sharon popped her head around and faced her. "Well?!? You little minx! Dish it, girlfriend! No more holding back! How was it?"

She grinned. "He's got extra sets of muscles! How do you think it was?" Tasha giggled, in a very-un-Black Widow like manner, and put a grin on Sharon's otherwise serious face.

***

~Bamf~

Logan shouted at Kurt, better to be heard in mid-air as they were still free falling.

"That priest's collar'a yers fittin' a lil' too tight lately, elf?!"

He grinned, as his sensitive ears picked up Kurt's frustrated groan while they fell further to the earth.

~Bamf~