"Father Figure" by D. Calme
Jubilee rolled twice before finally sprawling across her bed and drifting into dreams. For a moment, black. Nothing exists, not even time. A breeze takes her curtains and sets them to dancing. The window is open. Someone is there. She curls up beneath silk sheet she doesn't own and realizes she's in Miss Frost's bedroom. Her bedroom. Why would Miss Frost be sleeping in her Bedroom? A shadow falls across the room, illuminated from behind. Short. He smells of pipe tobacco and man sweat, musk. Jubilee sits up, watching the intruder. She wears only a teddy bear T-shirt and underwear, she can see now. He wears little more than torn and shredded shorts. His body hair wears like a shirt on it's own. He moves closer, not like a human though. More like an animal. A Lion on conquest. As he stalks nearer, she squirms beneath the thin silk sheets and tug them higher, not from fear but from anticipation. She tugs the sheets so high, he bare feet and calf are exposed. In a single swift panther-movement, he's on the bed, head low and takes a single taste of her toes. She shivers, legs working against each other. He sits up on his knees, an imposing figure shrouded in shadow. A hand rises. Shikt. She knows that sound, she's heard it dozens of times before, it's as familiar as the voice of her old friend. A Flash of metal and reflection. For a moment she swears she can see herself in those claws. Her T-shirt is torn now, right at the belly, but he skin is untouched. He leans in that cat-like motion of his and licks the exposed skin, eyes holding hers. Her legs part for him. The sheets are gone now, as is her shirt. All that's left is her panties, pink and childish. A heavy hand lowers and touches it's cotton fabric. He moves it aside, replacing with a thick finger. In response Jubilee's entire body arches up, her hips rise from the bed and dance, his finger leading her about like music dancing the cobra. He slips it out, her body falls but her hips still writhe. Her face reflects how anxious she is. She bites down on her lips, nearly pleaded to him. His eyes lock hers, holds her in that Wolf meets Deer way. The power behind those eyes... Those eyes have no pupils. She hasn't noticed before. No... He's always had no pupils. She looks to him, eyes playing the victim, the innocent child. Please Mister... He smiles. His shorts are gone now too, but her barrier of pink fabric remains. He's on all fours. She looks down the length of his body and sees IT dangling, swaying. It moves as if it had it's own life. It pulses for her. He crawls forward to her. A hand moves aside the fabric easily. She whispers, maybe in her mind, maybe aloud, "Ohh Logan...please.." Jubilation Lee sat up in bed, tears flowing free. For a moment, she stayed in that position, sweat wetting the sheets beneath her. Her sobbing woke no one. Time passed and she finally lay back down. She spent the rest of that night curled fetally, watching the window, and wishing it was morning so she could shower. She had never felt so dirty in her life....
Disclaimer? Okay, lessee... The Characters used in this story aren't mine, their souls are owned by Marvel Comics. I just borrowed them. There's Sex in this one, Not very explicit sex, but Sex none-the-less. If Archivists are interested, sure go 'head just let me know. And, If anyone Hates this, feel free to voice your opinion. ChaltierX@Aol.com.
As his hard flesh presses at the gates of her body, parting her the very first time, she hears his whisper as well... "Jubilee... Daughter..."