JUST CALL ME ANGEL OF THE MORNING

Chapter 1

By the time she got there the bar was hopping with the Friday night crowd. She stood in the doorway allowing her eyes to become accustomed to the smoke and bad lighting in the bar. The place hadn't changed since the last time she came. The decor was still early 80's junk with a touch of Rhinestone Cowboy mixed in. Looking around she ignored the cat calls and whistles she was getting from random men, she was there for a purpose and nothing was going to stand in her way not even the person she was looking for.

He knew she was there from the moment she walked in, even with his back to the door. Her scent floated on the air, over the smell of sweat, cheap aftershave, stale smoke and even staler beer. It was sweet and soft yet full of underlying energy, it was a smell that didn't come from a bottle but from her body. He growled under his breath as he heard the men in the bar whistle and holler out chances for one night stands.

She glanced around and caught a glimpse of who she was looking for. He was sitting at the rear of the bar all but swallowed by the shadows. "Hiding from me no doubt." she thought to herself as she slowly pushed her way towards him.

"Hey darling, how about a kiss" asked a tall handsome man as he grabbed her around the waist. "No thanks" she said with a raise of one thin eyebrow "and I would suggest that you remove your hand from my waist and let me go." "Really, and what if I don't are you gonna smack me or something cause I like it a little rough" he said with a leer. She sighed "I don't have time for this" she thought to herself. Looking up at the man holding her she smiled and batted her eyes " oh you like it rough " She leaned into his embrace until her face was just inches from his and she watched as his eyes grew large as her hand grabbed a hold of his crouch and squeezed. "So how rough would you like it?" she whispered into his ear as she slowly let her hand heat up. The guy started gurgling in the back of his throat and let out a high pitched squeak. " Now are you going to let me go or do I have to make it a little more rough for you" The man dropped his arm and tried to jerk away from her but she wasn't done with him yet. "So what have we learned from this?" More gurgling "that's right we keep our hands to our self . "Good boy." She let him go and continued toward the back of the bar not even looking back as the guy droped to the floor in agony.

She weaved her way around the couples dancing and headed for him. He had turned to watch as she had calmly taken care of the guy who dared touch her and he was filled with a sense a pride and a growing realization that she truly had grown up, which only made it harder for him to deny the desire that enflamed him when he looked at her. With a low growl he turned away from her and sank deeper into the shadows hoping against hope that she wouldn't see him. She grinned as she got closer to him they had been playing a cat and mouse game for weeks now and she was tired of chasing, she wanted no, she needed him, tonight the game must end.

Flash back to a month ago

She felt him long before her ears heard the sound of his bike. "He's back" Now she could show him that she wasn't a girl anymore. Finally she could become what she had waited so long to be, nothis sidekick or tagalong but his partner in life, his mate, his love. The low roar of his Harley could now be heard. Jubilee glanced in the mirror and was glad to see that she looked ok. Her hair was long almost to her bra strap. She had grown it outbecause she knew he would like it. Her face was flushed with excitement asshe added just a touch of eye shadow to brighten her already sparkling cobalt blue eyes. As the door slammed downstairs she smoothed down her black mini and silk t-shirt and headed out of her room to him.

Logan paused in the alcove sniffing the air. "Smells like the gang's all here" Just then a soft cultured voice called his name "Logan welcome home "Storm said as she glided forward to embrace him. " 'Ro its good to see ya " Logan said as he wrapped his thick arms around the beautiful weather goddess. "You stayed away to long this time Logan" "Well, you know how it is." he said with a cocky grin. "No, how is it?" asked Scott as he came into the room. "One-eye how's it hanging? How's my Jean? Did she miss me?" Logan sneered. " Well to answer your questions it is hung quite well and as for my wife she'sdoing fine once the morning sickness wares off." said Scoot smugly. Ororo felt Logan's body tense as the fact that Jean was pregnant made it into his conscience. "Congratulations, Scott" Logan said and stuck out his hand. Scott looked in surprise at his hand a little suspicious of it but grabbed it all the same and the two men shook hands for the first time in years. "I hope that the kid doesn't look like you" Scott and 'Ro laughed. "That's for sure" agreed Cyclops "since its going to be a girl"

Before anyone could say anything else a shout came from the kitchen as Bobby a came running out with Rogue hot on his heels. "Come back here you overgrown popsicle." "Help me someone help me" yelled Bobby as he danced around trying to avoid Rogue's attempt to take him down. "Give me back those pork skin boy. Ah had them sent for Remy not for the for ya" shouted Rogue. Wolverine reached out and grabbed the bag of skins out of Bobby's hand and gave them to Rogue. "Why, thank you sugah and welcome home. I didn't think you would make it time for the wedding" she said as she threw her arms around him. "Wouldn't miss the mighty Cajun's fall for all the money in the world, darling".

In the mist of all this chaos, Logan caught a smell he hadn't smelt in a long time. The last time he had seen her, she was healing from being crucified and he had been torn up with guilt because he had to leave her bedside to help a friend in need. That guilt had been one of the many reasons he had stayed away from her all these years. But now he could make it up to her.

He slipped past Rogue and Bobby who had started arguing again and followed his nose to the stairway. Looking up he saw the young child that had saved his life, been his companion, his protégé, his savor and his partner in crime. He blinked and the vision cleared and standing before him at the top of the steps was a beautiful young woman. His breath caught and he felt his body respond to the challenge that was issued by the angle of her body. He shook his head to clear it and reminded himself that this was Jubilee not some chick in a bar. "Logan" Even her voice was different, soft yet laced with smoky promises that he couldn't, wouldn't take on. "Kid" He said knowing that it would make her mad. But instead she laughed a mixture of whiskey and honey that made the animal in him sit up and beg to be let out. She didn't say a word but slowly made her way down the steps letting him look his fill. Smiling, she watched him swallow hard as she stepped down the last step and hugged him tight. "Logan", she whispered, her warm breath, sending minute shivers down his spine, "as you can see, I am anything but a kid". He couldn't stop himself as his arms reached up to crush her to him. The beast in him wanted to throw her over his shoulders and run for the woods and it took all of his strength to let her go. "Welcome home Wolvie" she said with a grin and kissed him softly on his lips and slipped away. He stood there in shock, she kissed me…not a girl kiss but a woman kiss and she kissed me…" He stood there is a daze until the voice that had haunted his dreams called his name, "Logan, Logan?" Wolverine looked up into the face of the woman he had held a torch for since the moment he had laid his eyes on her and all other thoughts fled. Jean smiled and said "Welcome, home" Wolverine hugged her and he could smell the changes in her body, Scott's child lay beneath her heart and there was nothing in this world that he could do about it. "Hello, Jeanni Congrats on the future brat" " Gee, thanks. I would like to think that she won't be a brat." "She is half Scott so I know that she will be a brat." Logan said with a grin as he covered his pain with a cocky grin.

Jubilee stood in the doorway of the kitchen and wondered how no one else could see his how much it was costing him to joke about the love of his life being pregnant with her husband's child. Her hands clenched into fists as she bit her tongue and turned away. It was time to make him see that he would never be happy with Jean. To make him see that she was what he needed, what he desired. She didn't want to tame him she just wanted him to allow her to run wild with him.

And so it went for a month…Jubilee trying to show Logan that she was a woman and Logan trying hard to ignore that. The whole mansion ganged up to help the young woman in her quest. But Logan was ever the stubborn soul and he resisted which was why she followed him to his favorite bar.

END FLASHBACK

As Jubilee made her way across the dance floor towards her goal she noticed the jukebox in the corner and a thought came to her mind and she changed directions. She looked and smiled as she found the song she was looking for and pushed the buttons. She then moved back across the floor to stand beside the man of her heart. "Dance with me Logan"