Green Apple Sponge Cake
or
Horndog Cajun Revisited
by
Lady-T
Disclaimer: If they were mine, we would be doing this in MY kitchen as opposed to Xavier's. As compensation for that, don't go and sue me.
Dedication: For Eek, because she wanted more.
Author's note: Banana. . . ;)
The hallway outside the kitchen. 6:54 p.m. : Take one Cajun and sprinkle lightly with salt.
"You don't think I can, huh?"
"Impress me."
"Put yer hand on that, Darlin."
There was a gasp.
Gambit paused on his way past the closed kitchen door, the voices within catching his curiosity.
"Nice, Logan. So what you gonna' do with it?"
Remy narrowly stifled the snort of amusement that attempted to escape his nose.
6:56 p.m. : Add a tablespoon of lightly sauteed Jubilee.
"Watch where you're pressing that Logan. It's hard."
"Yeh, real hard, Darlin'. . . "
"Are they. . . ?" Jubilee looked at Remy with a mixture embarrassment and pure glee.
"Are ya gonna' keep waving that at me or are you gonna' use it, Logan?"
"You wanna' taste it first?"
Jubilee scraped her jaw off the floor.
"Ole Wolverine goes for the direct approach, non?" Muttered Gambit, raising a perfectly arched eyebrow.
6:58 p.m. : Combine in a pre-baked Jean
"Eavesdropping is a bad thing, you know," she said as she pressed her ear to the door.
"Like this?"
"That's good, but you gotta' suck hard, honey, it's real long."
"Don't flatter yourself, Wolvie. . . " Snickered the Cajun.
"Well REALLY!" exclaimed Jean.
"Go Wolv!" Grinned Jubilee
There was a long pause followed by a series of small moans.
The residents in the hallway exchanged glances.
6:59 p.m. : Top with lightly whipped Kitty and cook in a pre-heated oven for 25 minutes
"Oh God, that tastes good, Logan. . . "
"Oh yeah. . . oh yeah, that's good."
You could feel his smug smile through the door.
"Mmm, so sweet. . . "
"You think they're. . . ?" whispered Kitty, turning beet red.
"Just suck a little harder now Darlin', just a little more. . . "
"Mmmm"
"Oh yeah. . . "
"Uh, huh." Nodded everyone else.
"Oh Logan. . . !"
Myst sighed contentedly.
"That does it, I'm not having them do that on the kitchen worktops. It's unhygienic."
Jean flung the door open, the voyeurs tumbling to get out of sight.
Logan looked up from the far side of the table, clutching a banana.
"Oh hey Red."
Myst slurped the last of the pink liquid from the bottom of the glass, licking the remnants from the end of a long, red straw.
"Hey Jean." She smiled. "Want a smoothie?"
Dining Room. 7:20 p.m. : Serve with roasted parsnips and a honey dip.
"I can't believe we thought they were. . . " Jean waved her hands in the air. "On the kitchen table." She put her head in her hands and groaned. "You'd think we'd learn. . . "
"Remy knew it didn't sound right. The ole Wolverine not be sounding grateful enough for THAT," nodded Remy, sagely.
"Yeh, right, Gumbo. You had your ear against the keyhole like someone glued you to it," grinned Jubilee.
"Remy was merely doin' research," he huffed.
"But Logan and Myst. . . I mean, c'mon people," said Kitty, waving her hands in the air.
They all agreed it was a stupid idea.
Kitchen. 7:05 : Follow with low calorie Prozac cheesecake and half a bottle of cooking sherry.
"Enjoy your smoothie, Darlin'?"
"I'm impressed."
"Feel fortified now?"
"Oh definitely."
"You wanna' pick up where we left off?"
"What, you mean rutting like deranged polecats on a stick? Sounds like a plan."
"You think they noticed I wasn't wearing any pants under this table?"
"Not a chance."
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