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"Jubilee, you're a fucking idjit." She had tried to be nice, tried to talk her friend down from doing something damned stupid, but if there was one thing Rogue knew about Jubilee, it was that she could be just as stubborn as a certain Canucklehead.
"Yeah, but I'm the one going out on a date tonight." Dressed in a sexy, strapless sheath dress a killer shade red that made her look pale in comparison, Jubilee snatched her purse and the keys to Ororo's baby she was borrowing, a sky blue late 90s Corvette.
"To start with, I'm goin' on a date with Logan for a steak and some dancing. Secondly, you met your date online, what's to say ya ain't getting catfished?"
"First off, that's the kind of date married people go on, and I don't see a ring on your finger Chica. Secondly, Remy and me skyped, I said dicks or GTFO. Trust me, he's hung and he's hot."
Okay, Jubilee was also completely shameless, she was the girl who posed in the nude for Pete just to see him blush after all.
"I'm wastin' my breath, romance is lost on you. Enjoy your date."
Jubilee was also the girl who grew up in Beverly Hills with Hollywood as her backyard, for her it was all about the reservation and walking past everyone like she was on the catwalk, the guy on her arm just another accessory. One of these days Rogue expected her to actually fall in love, and with the pedestal she put herself on that was going to be a long way to fall.
"God girl, I'm just looking for a good time, not a husband. I'll have plenty of time for romance when I'm prowling around in my cougar years."
"You're horrible."
"We all can't hook up with a guy who's got a healing factor to keep him going all night long."
"I don't know what you're talking about." Rogue snapped, even if she knew exactly what Jubilee was talking about and wanted to know how she knew what she did.
"Hey, what happens between two consenting adults is none of my business. Just remind Logan the next time he's fixing you breakfast in bed not to go commando, cause it was a little drafty in the kitchen if you know what I mean..."
"I hate you."
"You love me and you know it, have fun at the steakhouse. Oh, and if you guys find yourselves needing a condom or ten for dessert, I eyeballed Logan's size and picked up a box when I was at the drugstore. You know where I keep them." Giving Rogue a wink as she ran off, Jubilee had better things to do than tease her best bud who she was actually ecstatic for, killer skin was a hell of a handicap to get past.
Peeling out with Manhattan as her next stop, she had two rules to follow when it came to borrowing Ororo's baby. Bring it back with a full take of high octane, and if there was a single scratch on it then she'd personally find out what happens to a toad struck by lightning.
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Running a wine wetted finger along the rim of his glass, Logan admired his lover, his Rogue captured in candlelight with the flame dancing in her eyes. Her lips were a temptation he longed to surrender to, to take between his teeth hard enough to hear her sharp cry and feel her hot breath against him.
"Penny for your thoughts Darlin,"
Flickering lashes fluttered and fell like the Autumn leave caught in a soft breeze, her gaze turned coy as she looked to him in embarrassment. For him she let herself appear vulnerable, let her guard down knowing he'd never let anything ever happen to her.
"Just thinkin' about a certain idjit I know." Rogue admitted, letting go of a breath as she returned from the distant place her thoughts had taken her.
Jealous of her wine glass, Logan felt his blood run hot from a desire, sipping his own glass if just to taste the wine that wetted her lips. That was to be their foreplay, enjoying together a bottle he had bought for the occasion, lending her his senses so she could chase after the subtle flavours that rolled across her tongue, find the fragrance as the wine breathed. But he owed her a dinner and a dance first, so dessert could wait.
"Sounds like you need a distraction." Logan whispered, quietly kicking off his cowboy boot beneath the table.
Trailing a toe up her calf, her hitched breath intoxicated him in ways the best Scotch never could. Higher still and he had her eyes lost to the ceiling, dazzling as they caught the light from the chandelier, sparkling for him as she bit her lip in the very way he wished to. Snapping her legs shut, his foot trapped between her thighs, she warned him with a look he returned with a smarmy smirk. All he could think about was how it felt to have her legs wrapped around his waist, the feel of her nails digging bloody welts across his back.
Playing nice, he gave up on his games, though he offered her a taste of his desire with his outstretched hand. Her hand was warm in his, almost more than he could take as it set his heart hammering away in anticipation for the moment, letting out a lusty grunt as she drank in all she did to him. Her eyes turned dark, the flames in them nothing so nice as the willow one of their candle lit dinner.
Saved from their passion as the waiter came with their main course, they had other thirsts to slake and hungers fed first, theirs was a long night ahead of them and they would each need their strength. Her moan of pleasure at her first bite was all the thanks he needed, letting her see the world through his senses, slowly savouring every tender morsel.
"I'm not normally one ta go making a reservation for a steak dinner, but I heard this place was worth the wait."
Licking her lips in anything but a demure act, Rogue stole his eyes in hers and held him in her gaze turned feral.
"Just however will I go showing you my appreciation?" Playfully teasing, Rogue enjoyed another sip of her wine in new appreciation for the flavour and body there for her to taste.
"You can start with a slow dance, and we can see where things progress from there."
Wherever her thoughts had taken her before, she only had eyes for him now and that was all he ever wanted. Hearing a song fit for a slow dance, they joined the other couples out on the floor, fitting against another as two missing halves of one whole finally reunited. Her hands fell into his back pockets as his rested upon the swell of her hips, tracing circles with his thumb that roused a shiver and giggle as he found those ticklish places of hers that he treasured.
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Leaving Ro's baby to the valet, Jubilee enjoyed the eyes that fell on her, some in lusty admiration while others picked her apart in all the fashion snobbery. They could turn their noses up at her all they wanted, she knew she looked good, her dress still a designer even if they hadn't heard about him yet. Smiling at them thinking she might be the one to have the last laugh, she looked for her date and found him standing off in the shadows for a smoke, the ember glowing as bright as his eyes.
His cigarette was thrown aside with all the trash that laid in the gutter, stalking out of the darkness with all the feline grace of a prowling panther. Caught in his eyes as his helpless prey, Jubilee stood entranced as he took her hand in his for a kiss.
"Monsieur LeBeau, I hope you weren't waiting too long for me, traffic was a bitch."
"Some things, they be worth the wait."
His suit was a designer, his shirt left unbuttoned those important few to tease his broad chest, and his cologne was to be enjoyed in a heady breath as she looked to the envious eyes of those women who had dismissed her as a classless slut or just maybe a callgirl to decorate the arm of a man who paid for his dates in cold, hard cash. Working her heels and hips for all they were worth as she walked with Remy, there was a reservation waiting for them as a table for two.
Letting her date order for her, Jubilee admired his french, found it farm more fluent and polished than she would have thought, even the waiter seemed taken aback in a pleasant surprise.
"Now you're just trying to impress me." Jubilee purred.
His smile complimented his laughter, sent a shiver down her back out of anticipation for their first kiss. As their cocktails came, she found hers to be the classic manhattan, teasing the cherry between her lips as she sought to set him aflame with the desire to know the taste of her lips.
"And you be trying to seduce me."
"Is it working?" Jubilee asked, having a sip of her manhattan.
His answer was given in a look, lowering his sunglasses to let his smoldering gaze burn between them. They were the eyes of the devil himself, black as night with a flame that burned in them that set primal shadows dancing, she might as well have been a moth against them for how helpless she was against their allure.
"It just so happen I be staying here, maybe I can interest you in the view my suite offers."
"Hmm, is that your way of asking your place or mine?"
Flirting their way through their first course and into the second, Remy excused himself as another round of cocktails came. Left to her own devices, Jubilee toyed with her admirers to pass the time, feigning boredom chewing upon the candied cherry her drink had come with. Leaving them to read into her smile what they would, she wondered what her date's reaction would be, a stir of jealousy? Or would he see through her games and turn the tables on her, regardless of which, it left her in anticipation of his return.
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The warmth of so many candles burning left them sweaty, admiring the glistening pearls that fell to roll down Logan's chest, tracing out the hard lines of his abdomen before vanishing beneath his jeans. Dressed in a silken shirt that saved her modesty, Rogue stood away from him, thrilled at the feel of his eyes tracing her every curve to fixate upon the stretched fabric that couldn't hide her arousal.
She had let his animal in, rode it bareback, held it beneath her thighs as she clutched for control at its tawny mane. Her clutched fists laid hidden beneath the long cuffs of her shirt, the buttons fastened too few to hide the valley that fell between her buxom bounty. The air was rife with the bouquet of the Bordeaux they had enjoyed, their glasses sitting as empty as the bottle they had shared.
"You're beautiful." It could have been a prayer for his reverence.
The distance between them became his pilgrimage, falling to his knees in rapture that he might take a hardened peak telling of her wanton need between his lips. The silk ran slick with his saliva, made sheer and insubstantial as his tongue rolled against her.
"Oh god!"
Snatching at his hair as if reins between her clutching hands, she drove him as a stud to be bred. Following the collar that kept him save, he grazed his teeth against her flesh and found her shoulder to bite, branding her as his by the reddened flesh he raised against his inflamed need.
Led to their bed, she fell him as he stumbled in his backwards pace, mounted him with her own sharp cry of relief. He hardness laid within her, a rock of her hips having him grunt beneath her, the button of his jeans a cold against her for the few paltry seconds it took for the warmth between them to build.
Her greedy skin hungered for his touch, shivered as his nails clawed at her, the silk between them not saving her from their bite. His jeans felt rough between her thighs as she found her pace, satisfied her need. Left to imagine what would be if only they could cast off their modesty, the denial made it all the more erotic.
Driven to the very edge of her desire and so close to climax, Rogue stole his lips in hers for a kiss turned bloody for how hard he bit her, the pain piercing the haze that clouded her mind with carnal thoughts. Flushed and breathless for how hard he drove her, a bucking beast that would not be tamed, thunder rang in her ears with the echo of her own heartbeat. Lightning struck, set her ablaze as he came, felt him go weak as her own strength failed her.
Laying together, spent but satisfied as the sweat pooled between them, she could feel his heart beat beneath her breast and knew it beat for her. Cradled in his arms, his touch turned gentle, trailing down her spine to where the tails of her shirt teased her bare bottom.
"Wake me when you find your second wind." Rogue whispered, grazing her teeth against his ear just to hear him growl.
Thrown to her back, in his eyes she saw her own looking back just as dark, deep pools ready to drink in everything before them. Clutching and clawing blindly at their night stand, her hand found the little foil package that would see them through his renewed vigour. Bearing her teeth at him, she tore away the foil, felt his sweltering hardness throb in her hand.
His eyes met hers, begging her leave that she readily gave. Rocked beneath him, trapped between the pillars that were his arms that kept them apart, her bare legs entwined with his as they became one again for the second time that night.
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Lying sweaty in the afterglow, Jubilee laughed as a lithe, slender finger trailed down her side to find one of many places she was ticklish. Remy delighted in finding every one, tormenting her until she was gasping breathless and begging him to stop. This time though he satisfied himself with trailing a hand past her hip, running down her leg before finding his way back up along her thigh, tracing a finger against her flat stomach that teased her navel.
"Does that mean you're ready for more?" Still tingling from the first time, his renewed interest could be felt growing between them, waking against her pert buttocks.
"It is hard to say no when there be such a beauty in my arms." His breath was hot against her ear, the stubble of his chin brushing against her cheek in a stark contrast to his silky touches that explored her every inch of exposed flesh.
Tearing off another foil wrapped ticket to see them through another ride, her hand was slick as she rolled the ring to his base, squeezed him between her thighs to spur him on. Thrown to her belly, she laid trapped beneath him against the bed, anxious in her anticipation.
He toyed with her in return, left her guessing as he stepped back from the very edge only to brush his bristly chin down her spine that ended with a kiss. Again he teased her, left her whimpering for release, biting at a pillow in longing. Finally he surrendered to her wishes in one swift stroke that shook her to her core, drawing back for another...
"Raven!"
Shrieking as the door was thrown open, wincing in pain against the sudden light that cast off the comfortable darkness she had been enjoying, Jubilee stared at the silhouette that danced before her dazzled eyes wondering why it seemed so familiar.
"Remy, what the hell are you doing here?! You'll ruin everything!"
"We got bigger problems than that, Victor be here!"
Cradled in Remy's arms as he tried to save her modesty, Jubilee felt her world spin as she looked into the reflection of the window that looked out on Manhattan, only to see...another Remy. Except this Remy was dressed as any of the hotel staff, looking ridiculous in his bellhop uniform. The Remy that held her rolled his eyes, kissed her neck with a whispered apology.
"I didn't mean for this to happen."
But it wasn't Remy who said those words in the nearness they enjoyed, it was instead a woman asking for forgiveness after making a mistake. The devils eyes that had so captivated Jubilee flashed citrine, the Remy she knew vanishing in a shiver of indigo scales that left a woman holding her with eyes that begged for understanding.
"You're a mutant?" Jubilee croaked, having so many other questions to ask that tangled her tongue up in a mute knot.
A thunderous crash sent the door tumbling away from the hinges, and in the threshold a massive figure stood against their only exit.
"Always the lady's man LeBeau, where you and Raven hoping to have a three way with that frail there to celebrate getting one over me?"
Time moved to the tempo of her rapidly beating heart as Jubilee watched a fight break out, saw her lover leap into the fray in an act of acrobatics she could never hope to match. The other Remy lashed out with an attack from a bo staff that moments before had been little more than a small length of pipe.
Naked before them, hiding herself behind her hands, Jubilee shrieked as the brutish man sent Remy tumbling to the floor with a kick that knocked the fight out of him, left him struggling for breathe. Caught up in his taloned grasp, claws clutching at her throat so tight they bled red with her blood, the one this other Remy had called Raven struggled against the dying of the light in her citrine eyes.
"Leave her alone!" Jubilee screamed, all her fear forgotten as her heart skipped a beat, remembered the gentle touches of her lover that made her laugh and giggle and blush.
Bloodlust like she had never known stared back at her from the feral eyes of the man who so easily choked the life out of Raven. Tossing her aside as if she were some trash, Victor, because that was who Remy had warned about, advanced. He smiled at her as she held her hands up, but that was his mistake if he thought it nothing more than a final desperate act before she surrendered to him.
Staring past him to the view she had so much enjoyed as Remy, no, as Raven led her to his...her suite, Jubilee let her fear and anger wash over her, surrendering to her power in an explosion that shattered glass and sent Victor flying out the rent window. Try as she might to blame it on fatigue, Jubilee fell to her knees overcome with guilt, knowing she had just killed someone like she always feared she would. Crawling to the edge, deaf to the fire alarms that rang on their floor, she looked down and felt vertigo grip her as she searched for Victor's corpse on the pavement below.
"Don't!"
Arms pulled her away from the edge, held her close in their warm embrace, rubbed her to try and stave off the chill that gripped her. Sightlessly Jubilee stared out into the night, her world nothing more than a thing of touch, of the sound of crying. Only later would she realize it was her own.
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