Disclaimer:
Nothing in this fic is mine. Which is really too bad. I don't own anything
outside of the fic, either, so suing me would be really, really dumb.
Notes:
Wouldn't they be the best couple?! I think so! I KNOW so! :)
Also,
I'd like to say that I did not get this idea from any other fanfic (read
plagiarize). A friend brought it to my attention that there is a similar story
in the "Gundam Wing" genre. I don't even watch that show, let alone
read fanfiction on it. I don't even know the name of the story or the writer.
But hey! If anyone reads it, tell the author you appreciate the work, eh?
And one
last thing. When I get upset, I like coming to Fanfiction.net to read all of
your wonderful reviews. No review cracks me up/brightens up my day like the one
by the anonymous "Ugh," telling me how disgusting this is. HAHAHA!
Man, it makes me laugh every time I read it. If you're out there, thanks. I'm
sure you were being serious, but man! You're hilarious! And next time, don't
worry about being anonymous. I do enjoy a good heckler.
THUMP!
THUMP!
"Yeouch!"
Giggle.
"Sor-ry! Am I being a little too rough with you, Bobby?"
Grumbles.
"You're just usually not this physical."
By this
point, a small crowd had begun to gather around the bedroom door. Everyone knew
and understood that Jubilee and Bobby were together romantically. It was just
too weird, though.
Remy
shook his head. "Dis be sick. We shouldn' be listenin' -- "
"Damnit,
Bobby, it's in too far! Pull it out!"
Scott
choked and everyone else turned beet red. But it wasn't enough to make them
leave! They were just glad that Logan wasn't at the mansion. . . .
Grunt.
"I'm trying. I think it's stuck, Jubes."
Sigh.
"Well, fine. I guess you could leave it in. We can worry about it
later."
Jean
shifted uncomfortably and . . . leaned closer to the door.
"Um
. . . okay. Where do I put this?"
"Where
do you think you put it?!"
"There
are too many holes!"
"It's
not my fault!"
Grumbles.
"I
heard that, Robert."
"Well,
I don't know where to put it!"
"Just
pick a hole!"
"
. . . How about this one?"
"Will
it fit?"
"
. . . Damn! The hole's too small!"
"Then
put it in the other hole!"
"That
one's too big!"
"This
isn't rocket science!"
"Maybe
you'd like it if Hank were here instead of me."
"Yup."
Hank
blinked and stumbled from the door a bit, his blush very obvious behind his
thick blue fur.
"Gee,
thanks, hon."
"Well,
he's bigger and stronger and maybe more experienced with this. -- "
"I'm
a bachelor, for crying out loud. -- "
"You're
a what?!"
Remy
winced. "Dat always kills de mood."
Pause.
"I mean, . . . I was a bachelor. For a long time. I . . . uhhh . . .
should know what I'm doing."
"Yeah.
You should. I bet there was a reason why you were a bachelor for so long."
"It
slipped! I'm sorry!"
Sigh.
"Fine! Just stick the damn thing in a hole!"
"Okay.
Are you braced?"
"Um
. . . yeah. I'm ready. Just don't do it too hard."
THUMP!
Moan.
"I'm
sorry, Jubes! I didn't mean to do it so hard!"
"Try
not to be so excited. -- "
"I'm
not excited."
"Oh,
come on! You're like a little boy at a candy store!"
Chuckle.
"If I'm not mistaken, we didn't buy anything like this at candy stores
when I was a kid."
Rogue
frowned. "If only they did. . . .
"
Rustle.
"Here."
"I
get to place it in the hole?"
"Sure,
Jubes. Might be less painful for you this way."
"
. . . Gee. . . . It's kind of
small. . . . "
Betsy
smirked. "I don't doubt it."
"I
got it. You ready?"
"Wait.
Let me brace myself. . . . Okay."
THUMP!
THUMP!
THUMP!
"Oh
yeah! Great job!"
"Let's
get to work on the mattress."
"I'm
all over it!"
THUMP!
"Wow,
Bobby. Don't strain yourself."
Warren
shuddered.
"I
think we should do some more pounding. You know, for good measure."
Jean
snorted. "That was smooth, Bobby."
"Okay.
I guess you're right. But after that, no more, okay? I'm too tired."
"Fair
enough."
THUMP!
THUMP!
THUMP!
THUMP!
"Ahhh
. . . "
Sigh.
"I
swear, Bobby, that's the last time we buy furniture from IKEA."
"I
know! I think I only have five fingers left."
Ororo
let out a sigh of relief. "I knew they would not be . . . you know . . .
"
"So,
. . . Jubes, now that we have the bed together . . . "
Giggles.
THUMP!
Scott
blanched considerably. "DEAR GOD, NO!"
