Chapter XX Translation
So, in hindsight, I realized I probably should have posted this in the first place, tacked on to the bottom of Chapter 20. Ah, well, such is life. This is the translation from German of the last section of the Chapter, the conversation between Alison and Kurt. Phrases translated from German have been typed in bold. I'll have to tack on another PG-15 for this one, maybe an R, for language and lots and lots of graphic sexual talk. The original chapter, in its entirety, can be read here.
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“Took them long enough,” Alison said as they entered the living room. “If I were in her shoes I would have fucked him on the kitchen table a month ago. In five different positions.”
“You really aren’t one for modesty,” Jimmy said, shaking his head.
“Whipped cream and chocolate syrup,” she continued, either not seeing or not caring that Jones and Lucas were staring at her, dumbfounded. “He wouldn’t be able to walk for a week, it’d be a blast.”
“Part of me wants to ask,” Jones said, “part of me is deathly afraid.”
“Do we have any Ewan McGregor flicks?” Alison asked, flopping onto the couch and flipping through the movies. “I’m fuckin’ horny now.”
“Watch your language, little lady,” Kurt scolded as he walked into the room. “There are children present.”
“Any Jolie?” she asked, ignoring him. “Alba? Stacy Keibler? Swear to God, I’m so wet right now I could go both ways.”
“Miss Blaire!” Kurt yelled, aghast.
“Calm down, Mr. Wagner,” Alison said, pronouncing it phonetically. “I’m not going to molest anyone. I’m just looking for something so I can get my vibe on later.”
Kurt rolled his eyes, turning his face to the ceiling. “My Lord,” he sighed. “Please forgive this naughty child.”
“I’ve been very naughty,” Alison said, turning to face him. “I deserve a spanking.”
Kurt started, and shot a look at Alison. “You speak German?”
“Yes, sir,” she said, smiling innocently. “My grandpa’s family is from Schneeberg.”
“Saxony or Bavaria?”
“Bavaria.”
“Ah,” he nodded. “That’s still no reason for you to use such language.”
“Everyone orgasms, Mr. Wagner,” she said.
“Miss Blaire,” he said, putting his hand on his forehead.
“Multiple times.”
“Miss Blaire, please…”
“Sometimes we squirt,” she finished, leaning back on the couch with a naughty grin on her face.
“Where are Bobby and Rogue?” he said loudly. “Perhaps they can calm you down.”
“I’m so horny a threesome probably won’t do it for me tonight,” Alison said quietly as Jones choked on his water.
“Good Lord in Heaven and all his crazy nephews,” Kurt sighed, leaning his head against the wall.
“They’re outside,” Jones said. “Training.”
“Outside?” Kurt said, walking to the window. “But it’s so cold out. And it’s dark.”
“They just needed to get out, I guess,” Lucas said. “I don’t blame them. Not being able to go with the rest of the team, and all that.”
“Havok’s out there with them,” Jones said.
“Havoc?” Jimmy asked.
“With a ‘k’,” Lucas said, smiling. “That’s Alex’s codename.”
“Okay, I’m lost,” Alison said. “When did this happen?”
“When you guys were upstairs,” Lucas replied. “We decided that it would probably be smart, in case we get sucked into a fight sometime.”
“I’m Glitch,” Jones said, his face shining proudly.
“My codename’s Bishop,” Lucas said, “cuz, sometimes, if your last name’s cool enough, you don’t need a codename. People just assume that you’re making it up cuz it’s so awesome. You know, like Ra’s Al Ghul or Sgt. Rock.”
“That was possibly the dorkiest thing I’ve ever heard,” Alison said, smiling in admiration nonetheless.
Lucas dropped his head. “Forge said it when we saved Alex, and it kinda stuck.”
“What’s the conversation?” Theresa asked as she and Remy walked into the living room.
“Well, the nymphos have joined the outside world!” Alison said. “Finished her off pretty quick there, huh, Cajun?”
“What’s the conversation?” Theresa repeated, blushing but otherwise ignoring Alison.
Alison sighed. “God, I need to cum.”
“Alison!” Kurt yelled.
“One more time, what’s the conversation?” Theresa asked loudly.
“Codenames,” Jimmy said.
“I’ll be back in a minute,” Alison said, and quickly walked out of the living room.
“We figured it’s about time we had our own,” Jones said.
“I’m Bishop, Jones is Glitch, and Alex is Havok,” Lucas said, pointing his thumb out the window.
“I might as well be Leech,” Jimmy said. “It’s the project name the Lab gave me when I was first brought in. Works as well as anything.”
“We already took care of that,” Theresa said as she and Remy sat down on the couch. Remy put his arm around her, and she leaned against him. “He’s Gambit, I’m Siryn. With a ‘y’.”
“Are those codenames or pet names?” Jones asked, his lip curled. “Like Smooshieface and Honey Bear?”
“Those actually don’t sound that bad,” Lucas said.
“What?” Jones asked. “Smooshieface?”
“If you ever call me Smooshieface I’ll charge up your glasses and see what happens, Glitch,” Remy said, throwing a pillow at Jones with his free arm.
“So what’s the feature tonight?” Theresa asked, leaning forward and looking at the movies.
“Haven’t decided yet,” Bishop said. “I still say Star Wars.”
“You always say Star Wars,” Alison said as she walked back into the room and flopped down on the couch. “Anyone got a cigarette? My legs are shaking.”
“Might want to watch where you put that hand, Blaire,” Remy said as she reached into the popcorn. “We don’t know where it’s been.”
“I can tell you exactly where it’s been, LeBeau,” Alison said as she shoved a handful of popcorn into her mouth. “In graphic detail, if you want.”
“Let’s not,” Kurt groaned. “Please?”
“If anyone needs to use the bathroom,” she continued, popcorn bits flying from her mouth, “you can ignore my undies. They’re hanging on the towel rack.”
“Oh, Lord,” Theresa moaned, rolling her eyes. “I don’t wanna know.”
“What?” Alison said. “They were fucking soaked, there’s no way I was putting those things back on.”
“You’re doing your own laundry this time,” Theresa said. “As long as you’re in heat like this.”
“Cassidy, I’m always like this,” Alison said, taking another handful and throwing her feet up on the coffee table. “You just sleep like a rock when you’re in the dorm, so you don’t hear me buzzing.”
“And the girl takes another step towards the Devil,” Kurt sighed. “If anyone needs me, I’ll be in the kitchen. Praying.”
“So what’s Alison’s code name?” Lucas asked.
“The one Logan gave her, of course,” Remy said. “Right, Dazzler?”
“Fuck you, LeBeau,” Alison replied, and then paused in thought. “Actually… let’s go with it.”
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