Disclaimers: None of the characters are mine. They belong to Marvel. In no way is this meant to infringe on anyone's legal rights. I'm pretty jobless right now, so suing me might get you a nice CD collection, an electric bass, and an Atari Jaguar.
Notes: The narrator is an older Jubilee. Think around 20 or maybe a bit older.
In no way am I a Jean fan. I apologize to anyone who is one. This is the kind of thing I can see her doing. I've tried this story on several other people, and I wasn't the only one to think that way either.
"Destroying Angel" is a Sneaker Pimps song. Buy their Splinter CD and listen to it. Or download an mp3. Or just go out and read the lyrics. It's the perfect song for this fic.
I know I'm being used. She says she loves me, but she can't look at me when she says it. She doesn't care enough to even try, though. I don't even know why she bothers to breathe those words. We both know it's a lie.
It's not like the sex is fantastic. It's not terrible or anything, but I've had better. I can't blame her. Her head is always some place else, and I'm just there. There for the ride and however much of herself she's willing to give.
I guess she's in love. She's married to Scott, and I always thought they were the perfect monogamous couple. And then one night she opened my door, and she totally ruined my perception of that relationship. And of course there's Logan, who's always up for some fun. Well, he'll look and play but never touch. She's married, and he does have a code of honor he follows.
He doesn't even like looking at me anymore. He can smell her on me. I think he's bitter. I know he's upset. Not just with himself for not getting her first, though. I think he expects more from me.
So she has these two powerful men tied around her finger. Why does she need me? It's not like the whole taboo thing gets her off. She doesn't seem to care about it. And she's obviously very much attracted to men, so it's not because she's a lesbian in hiding. And she's not making me do stupid crap for her, so it's not to get her way with someone else.
I still don't get it. Hell, I don't get why I do it. I don't love her. Logan doesn't like being near me. The sex is just okay.
No, I know why she does this. She thrives on drama, even if she doesn't like to admit it. Which is why she keeps Logan around. Logan drives Scott crazy. She brought me into the picture to drive Logan insane. Her two men are now in an even bigger frenzy over her, all the while I'm the one in her bed satisfying her. Allowing her to imagine I'm one of them.
She sometimes calls me Scott while in the throes of passion. It's only a matter of time before she starts screaming Logan's name. Just a matter of time before they're interchangeable. All the while I know she'll never moan my name. Never fantasize about me like she does her men.
And I take it. It's not like my life revolves around it. It just happens, so I go with it. And then I pretend she's absolute perfection. Dark flawless body over a smooth white sheet. I haven't called her Monet yet, but it's only a matter of time.