Title: "We Will Snikt You"
Author: Pirate
Turner
Thanks To: My beloved Jack for helping to inspire this
song one night while we were fooling around together
Rating:
G
Summary: Every father embarrasses their child at least once in
their time together. Here is the tale of when Wolverine finally
managed to embarrass Jubilee.
Warnings: References RoLo,
Logan/Jean, and Scott/Jean
Disclaimer: Logan/Wolverine, Jubilation
"Jubilee" Lee, Ororo "Storm" Munroe, Jean
Grey-Summers, Scott "Cyclops" Summers, Generation X, and
the X-Men are © & TM Marvel comics, not the author, and are used
without permission. Everything else is © & TM the author. The
author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction,
and no copyright infringement is intended.
She inhaled sharply at the sight her blue eyes were met with upon coming to stand next to her friend. She sighed as she feasted on the rapturous visage. "He is truly a magnificent specimen, isn't he?" she whispered, leaning against the wall for support for the mere sight of him stole her breath away.
The redhead next to her nodded, feeling every bit as weak as her friend did. "Yes," she whispered, "though Scott would kill me for admitting it . . . " Try as she might, Jean simply could not take her eyes off of the vision of rippling masculinity.
Ororo grinned slightly as Jubilee came up behind them, curious as to what two of her oldest and dearest friends were talking about. "You were the one who chose to marry him, Jeannie, and while I know you two are very happy together, I must confess a certain happiness of my own that you decided to leave him on the market for the rest of us . . . " Not that she could have taken him away from her if she ever dared to make her true intentions known, the Weather Goddess reflected with a slight smirk tainting her lovely mouth.
With Ororo leaning against one side of the door for support and Jean plastered to the other, Jubilee had no problem spotting the topic of their shared conversation and mutual desire. Her eyes fell upon Logan, and for the first time, watching him made her blush crimson. He was clad in nothing but a pair of tight jeans and boots, stamping out a rhythm as he worked on his motorcycle.
His muscles gleamed and rippled in the hot afternoon sun, but what made her roll her eyes heavenward and thank her lucky stars that none of her Generation X classmates were there to witness this scene and plague her forever thereafter about it was the song that his deep, gruff voice was singing along to . . . and his own dance act. "We will, we will," he chimed, beating his boots in perfect synchronization to the drumbeats and not even pausing in the slightest as he unsheathed his deadly, glistening claws, "Snikt you!"
Jubilee clamped her hand over her forehead and moaned her embarrassment. She thought for one moment about confronting him, then decided against it. If he knew he had actually managed to embarrass her, she would never live it down, she thought as she skated away, praying he would finish his little dance number before any one else paid witness to the spectacle.
The End