THE SEXUAL REVOLUTION
By the Carefree Quill
Summary: Rampaging hormones, and juvenile pranks.
Disclaimer: All characters are owned by Marvel. No infringement is intended.
Boxers or Briefs?
Friday afternoons were simply the best time of the week. No classes to stress over and no training schedules. This particular Friday was sunny and perfect for sunbathing. Rogue, Kitty and Jubilee had set up reclining lawn chairs side by side on the rear patio. The girls were all wearing bathing suits, including Rogue who was actually wearing a modestly cut bikini. They had a great view of the basketball court, and were watching the game with keen interest. They didn't care about the score, they were simply boy watching.
"John?" Kitty asked.
"The annoying flame thrower? Briefs, the colored print ones," Jubilee decided.
"Like Superman Underoos?" Rogue said laughing.
"No, like sexy masculine prints in, well, in colors," Jubilee said defensively.
"Okay, okay. We'll give you that one," Kitty said laughing.
"What about Peter?" Jubilee asked.
"He's an old school Russian kid. I say tighty-whities," Kitty stated with authority.
"Definitely," Rogue agreed.
"Artie?" Kitty asked.
"Ugh! Who cares! Probably briefs," Rogue figured.
"And with him, I'd believe the Underoos. Probably Batman ones." Jubilee said.
"Okay, I'll buy that, but forget about them, what about Scott?" Kitty asked wickedly. "Boxers or briefs?"
"Boxers," Jubilee said flatly.
"Boxers," Rogue agreed.
Kitty just laughed, "Yeah, he's too boring for anything more interesting than that. Now if we're going to assess the real men around here, what do you think about Remy, boxers or briefs?" she asked as she looked at Rogue.
Rogue blushed. "Why are you looking at me when you ask that?"
"Cause you like him, and he's coming this way," Jubilee said with a giggle.
Oh, god. There he was, walking towards them, and he looked too scrumptious for words. He was very tall, lean and muscular, and had thick red hair. His eyes were blood red where they should have been white. She liked his eyes, they made him seem mysterious. Rogue knew she was blushing and hoped he would just think it was the sun. He'd only been there a few days, but he had started flirting with all the girls from the moment he arrived. Kitty and Jubilee had informed Rogue that she was the only one he was interested in. They had overheard him asking several people about her.
"Enchante, madamoiselles," Remy said with a smile. He was greeting all of them, but he was staring at Rogue. He was ogling, actually, and Rogue knew it.
Three girls gave him a half hearted 'Hi' and pretended to ignore him. He was interrupting a terribly important conversation.
"Was there something you wanted?" Rogue asked nonchalantly.
"Oui, Cher, I wanted the pleasure of your company at dinner this evening," he said with a twinkle in his eyes, and a broad smile. He stepped forward and reached for her hand and she flinched and jerked back in her chair. Rogue shrieked and looked horrified.
"Hey, Frenchie, don't touch! You got a death wish?" Jubilee hissed. "Didn't anyone warn you about her mutation?"
"I'm Cajun, not French, and no, no one warned me," he said looking truly hurt. He looked at Rogue with concern and asked softly, "Why can't I touch you?"
"My skin absorbs people's mutations, and life force. Just think of it as the touch of death, and keep your distance," Rogue said bitterly.
"I apologize for frightening you," he said sounding devastated. "You are quite brave to go out dressed so…dangerously," he added with a raised eyebrow as he ogled a little more.
"Not really," Kitty said. "She wore a robe and her gloves 'til she got here, and everyone else knows better."
Remy felt like a fool. Bobby had done this to him on purpose. He had asked Bobby about her, and he never said a word about her skin. He would have to find out why he'd just been set up to scare the girl he was trying to impress.
"If I promise to behave, will you accompany me to dinner this evening?" he asked again.
Rogue started to relax in her chair, and gave him another look. He really felt bad about trying to touch her, he honestly didn't know. She could hardly pass up such a sincere invitation.
"I'll see you there," she said and gave him a shy smile.
"Ah, merci," he said with a triumphant smile. "Au revoir, ladies."
The three of them watched him walk away with a light spring in his step.
"Oh, yeah. He really likes you, Rogue," Kitty said with a sigh.
"Well, now that we've all had a good look, what do you think?" Jubilee said as she brazenly stared at the man's derriere.
Rogue and Kitty both stole a look as well to consider their answer.
"Boxers," Kitty finally decided.
"Nah, briefs," Jubilee said.
The pair turned to look at Rogue who was still staring at his rather attractive ass-ets. She just cocked a brow and smiled, "Bikinis."
The trio giggled and looked around for another guy. That was about the time that Logan walked out of the gallery onto the patio. He casually lit up a cigar and glanced at the three giggling teenagers.
"Afternoon girls, Rogue," he said. "Careful, kid, you don't want to get burned," he added to Rogue as he walked away from them.
"But she's wearing sunscreen," Kitty said naively.
"He wasn't talking about the sun, stupid," Jubilee said sarcastically.
The three looked at his rather nice backside and simultaneously whispered "Bikinis."
Logan stopped and turned around.
"Oh no, he heard us!" Jubilee whispered.
Logan smiled wickedly and said, "Don't wear 'em." And with that little nugget of information given, he turned around and walked away. Teenagers.
Three wide eyed girls snickered, and stared.