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Title: "Passion in the Storm"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: R
Summary: ( They come together in the passion of the storm. )

Title: "Damned"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: PG
Summary: Kitty knows there's nothing else she'd rather be than damned, if indeed she must be damned by the incredible love she shares with Ororo.
Warnings: Femme Slash, Established Relationship, Drabble
Word Count: 500
Date Written: 18 February, 2011
Challenge/Prompt: Slash the Drabble's weekly challenge: "Damned"
Disclaimer: Katheryne "Kitty" "Shadowcat" Pryde, Ororo "Storm" Munroe, and the X-Men are © & TM Marvel comics and Disney, not the author; are used without permission; and may not be used without permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.

        We're damned. I hear it every day in every way. The very people whose lives we risk everything to protect are the ones who shout it the loudest. They fear our wonderful powers that we love and that enable us to save their sorry butts. They sneer at us when they see your dark skin or my star of David. They freak out when you speak to your Goddess. They give us a wide berth on the streets when we're out walking together, your arm lovingly draped around my shoulders, and when we kiss . . .

        I swear, 'Roro, when we kiss, the whole world stops, but it doesn't just stop because our love is so awesome. All the idiots stop and stare, and I'm so tired of it. I'm so tired of saving humans who get their own butts in the crack and then want to condemn and flee from us when we show up to save them. I'm so tired of the hatred and pain. I'm so tired of hearing how damned we are for the very thing that I treasure most in life.

        I love you, Windrider, and if we are damned because of our love, then it's the most beautiful and wonderful way ever to be damned. I'll always take this so-called damnation gladly over a whole world of love and acceptance for you're all I want and really need.

        When you lift us up into the sky and I nuzzle my face into your long, white hair, it's as though we really have left them all behind. There is no hatred or prejudice up here. There's only you, me, and our love in our very own world, and the world that we fight for, that fears and hates us for being so different, for daring to love each other in this maddening life, really does go away.

        It just melts away, ceases to exist, and I'm reminded again that it didn't really matter in the first place. This, being with you with your strong, satiny, and chocolaty arms around me, holding me tight against your heart, loving me as I love you, this is what matters. A lifetime of being with you and celebrating our love, rather it's in front of the world or in our own private paradise, is what I'm really fighting for in every battle. You are my reason for living, for loving, and for existing.

        If we really are damned because of this wondrous love, then all I can say is . . . Come ahead and damn me, baby, 'cause I don't want to be saved! I want to love you forever and beyond, and that's exactly what I'm going to do! You whisper, "I love you!" When I say the words back, I'm screaming through the heavens, because up here, there's no one to damn us, no reason to hide, and I let it all show as I ravish you, showing you exactly how much I do and always will love only you, my Queen!

 

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