Someone please tell me why I'm still writing for a dying fandom from the 2000s, nonetheless for a rarepair, nonetheless a smut for said rarepair. I must be a masochist. Anyway, enjoy. There's probably gonna be a chapter two.

"You want me to what?!"

"It was just a suggestion," Jubilee defended with a shrug.

Amara gasped in indignation, "I am not going to seduce him!"

Rahne put a hand on Amara's shoulder and clarified, "It doesn' matter what ye do. Just distract Bobby long enough fer Jamie t' get in t' the kitchen."

Amara looked between the two girls suspiciously.

"Why?"

Rahne rolled her eyes and explained in her still thick accent, "After Ororo's healthy phase, ah haven't had chips in weeks. Ah'm havin' withdrawals. The boys are hoardin' the new snacks Logan brought in. They're guardin' the door an' the hallways."

Amara's mouth made an 'o.'

"So that's why Roberto made me take the long way to the bathroom."

"Jamie's switched sides, the sweet lad, and if we can get him in there, the snacks are ours."

"What about Ray, Roberto, and Sam?" Amara asked.

"I've got Ray," Jubilee said. "I know how to distract him from guarding the main hall."

She smiled in a way that gave Amara way too much insight into their love life.

Rahne made a face and said, "Ah'll take care o' Roberto an' Sam. Once ah get them out o' the Mansion an' Ray is… occupied... an' you distract Bobby, Jamie can get in t' the pantry. We'll meet in our room once the mission is complete."

Amara asked, "Why me? Why do I have to distract Bobby?"

Both girls rolled their eyes. Jubilee gave her a knowing smile and said, "To Bobby, you're pretty distracting."

Amara's eyebrows knitted together.

"What does that mean?"

Rahne laughed, "Just get out there an' distract him."

With that, Amara was pushed out the door and into Bobby Drake.

Bobby jumped to catch her as she stumbled into him. She hated herself for what she was about to do, but it needed to be done.

"Oh, hey, Amara. Watch where you're going next time," he joked an easy smile spreading across his face. She giggled airily the way she would if she were talking to a cute boy with a bad sense of humor. Bobby grinned and blushed.

Now, Amara isn't stupid, far from it actually, and no matter how much she may deny it, girls always know. So she knew she couldn't claim innocent for what she did next.

"Sorry, I'm just such a clutz," she said, placing a hand on his bicep and smiling up at him through her eyelashes. She hoped he would buy it even though Amara Aquilla was known for her grace and poise. "It's a good thing you were there to catch me."

He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly and agreed, "Yeah, good thing."

He still had one hand on the small of her back and she used it to her advantage. Leaning forward into his chest, she rested two hands on his well-defined pecs and watched him turn red as she smiled demurely. Bobby quickly stepped back and clasped his hands behind his back, looking everywhere but at her face and coughing to get rid of the lump in his throat.

"So… are you here to say something stupid to get me away from the door so Rahne and Jubilee can sneak in?"

Looking to her left, she saw Jamie tense in her peripheral vision from all the way down the hall and duck around the cornering. Rolling her eyes, Amara groaned inwardly that on top of taking advantage of Bobby's crush she'd have to do it with little Jamie watching. The things she does for love. Rahne better be grateful.

"Why would I do that?" she asked, playing stupid.

He tilted his head in confusion.

"To get the snacks? Duh."

"Ororo's nasty health snacks? Why would I want those? Why are you guarding those?"

His face lit up as he realized she had no idea about Logan's grocery trip. Grinning smugly, he lied, "Because they're so good. I can't have any of you stealing the spinach flakes."

"Whatever you say, weirdo."

Bobby relaxed and Amara took that as her cue to hit him with a curveball.

"Are you sure you would rather guard those nasty spinach flakes instead of hanging out with me?"

"Sorry, but I can't let the girls get them," he shrugged, taking up a wide stance in front of the kitchen door.

She pouted, in hopes of garnering sympathy and it seemed to work.

"But I can't find Rahne and Jubilee anywhere and I'm so bored!" she whined. Lowering her voice, she stood on her toes to whisper into his ear, "Do you want to entertain me?"

She heard his breath hitch and his heartbeat started picking up beneath her palm. Leaning back, his eyes searched her for some sign of a prank or ploy but she must have been blank-faced (or completely sincere).

"Wha-" His voice cracked so he cleared his throat and tried again, loose smile planted firmly on his face. "What do you mean?"

"I'm sure it's pretty boring standing here with nothing to do-" at that he raked her body with the most unsubtle glance she'd ever seen "- and nobody to talk to. Want to go have some fun?"

She leaned into him again and he unconsciously wet his bottom lip with a short swipe of his tongue.

"What sort of fun?" he asked, trying to seem chill by adding a joking laugh to his voice but still coming across as hopelessly hopeful.

She smirked even though she felt sick and went to whisper in his ear again when she settled for looking him directly in the eyes and whispering a millimeter away from his mouth, "Why don't you come find out?"

All traces of joking left his face as she grabbed his hand and led him down the hall as easily as you would lead a puppy. Speaking of puppies, she looked over her shoulder and winked, giving Jamie the cue to slip into the kitchen. Now she just had to figure out what to do with Bobby. Luckily, the solution seemed to present itself.

She pulled him into the empty library and sat down on a desk, letting her feet dangle above the ground, so that she could look him in the eye without having to crane her neck. He shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked on his heels endearingly, looking around the room with curiosity as his skin turned a deeper shade of red.

"So… what sort of fun did you have in mind?"

Rolling her eyes in exasperation, she hooked her fingers in his belt loops and tugged him into the space between her legs. Looking up at him with bright eyes, she said, "I dunno. What do you want to do?"

She posed it like a simple question but the way she was looking up at him implied a lot more than a game of I Spy and he was fortunately picking up on that.

"What do I want to do?" he muttered to himself, letting his eyes rove over her body unabashedly once again. He obviously was still unsure if he was reading the signals correctly, but she couldn't have been more sure than if she reached out and grabbed his face herself…. lightbulb.

"I've got a couple ideas," she said with a smirk.

Grabbing the back of his neck, she pulled him forward to meet her lips, but he stopped her a thousandth of a second before the connect. She was surprised at her disappointment.

"Wait, Amara."

He was already panting and she'd barely touched him.

"Bobby, do you want this?" she asked him before he got a chance to ask her. She knew what she wanted.

It didn't escape her notice that his eyes flicked between her face and her neckline when he answered, "So fucking much."

With that, he crashed his lips onto hers with all the force of a rolling tidal wave. She surged forward to meet him as their teeth clashed together and he wasted no time in slipping his tongue into her mouth. They played tonsil hockey for a while before Amara got restless with where this was going.

Wrapping her legs around his hips to pull him forward into her, she slid up the hand still holding him by the belt to rest on his abs under his shirt. He shivered at the touch and she slid her other hand from his neck to twine in his hair. Curling her fingers, the most peculiar thing happened.

He moaned.

The sound did something to her that she couldn't explain. All she knew was that she wanted to hear it again and again and again and again.

Her finger started tracing over the definition of his abs as the other tilted his head to the side by his hair to get better access into his mouth. He moaned again and tentatively rested his hands on her hips like she would disappear if he pressed too hard. Which is a shame, because she wanted him to press hard.

She disconnected their mouths, making him whimper and chase her lips, but she pulled him back by the hair and trailed kisses down his jawline to his neck. From here she latched onto his pulse point and sucked hard, so hard that he rutted against her and a cascade of apologies fell from his lips.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry- I didn't mean to- what I mean is- I didn't think that-"

He was turning even more red than he was before and Amara found it sweet (and sort of hot), so she grinned and reassured him by rolling her hips against him. The expression on his face was priceless. His forehead dropped onto her shoulder as she resumed her attack, barraging his neck with an assault of tongue and teeth and talent that was bound to leave a few bruises. He groaned low against her throat.

The hands on her hips started squeezing ever so gently, vacillating with each roll of her hips. It was strange but not entirely dislikable. The hard-on between her legs told her that he didn't find it dislikable either. She nipped his collarbone and he muttered out an obscenity.

The door started creaking open as Rahne poked her head in to give her a thumbs up and let her know the mission was accomplished. The look of shock on her face made Amara consider what she must have looked like, sitting on the desk with Bobby in between her legs and her mouth latched onto his neck. Before she could worry about the implications of Rahne finding out, Bobby started lifting his head.

"Did you hear something?" he mumbled, going to look over his shoulder.

To prevent him from finding out (and to prevent this from ever ending), she rasped out, "It was nothing," and sucked his earlobe between her lips. The gasp that wracked his body sent a shiver down her spine.

"Shit," he hissed, pressing a kiss into her shoulder and rolling into her again.

Rahne gave her a sly smile that made her grimace and then slipped out again. This time Amara was prepared and when the door began to creak, she moaned into his ear like she was in a badly-directed porno. She was very unimpressed by the incendiary effect it had on him.

"Amara, I- shit- I…"

When his attempt to get words out failed him, he grabbed her by the face and kissed her, pouring more into this kiss than he had the first time. A gut-wrenching guilt took root as she felt masses of emotion being pressed into her lips as his fingers slid into her hair to pull it away from her face. There was something too close to adoration in the way his tongue licked at the inside of her mouth and in the way his fingers stroked tenderly at the waves of her hair.

She was starting to get straight up existential as she considered where they would be left after this and what kind of person she was for taking advantage of his crush for a stupid plot to steal snacks from a kitchen. Actually, the more she thought about it the more she realized this was a mistake. She should not be making out with Bobby Drake and that was suddenly all she could think about.

Well… until his lips traveled down to her neck and his hands gripped her thighs. Most of her thoughts flew out of her head by then.

"Meu Deus," she muttered, closing her eyes and letting the feeling of him peppering kisses down her neck wash over her. Unlike hers, his kisses were fast, frantic, and worshipful, never stopping on one spot for too long in case she disappeared before he got to cover the entire expanse of her neck. The enthusiasm was overwhelming.

He lifted his face from her shoulder long enough to pant out, "That's so hot."

"What?"

"It's hot when you speak… when you say stuff in…"

The word was eluding him. Amara couldn't help but laugh when she offered, "Portuguese?"

He turned red.

"Yeah I guess."

She started cracking up into his shoulder. After a few seconds, he laughed and said, "Okay, it wasn't that funny."

She wiped a tear from her eye and said, "We've been friends for how long? And you still don't know what language I speak?"

"In my defense, you're fluent in a lot of languages and I can't possibly know all of them."

"Yeah, but Portuguese is the language of my home country."

"I thought in Brazil they speak Spanish."

She laughed again, clasping her hands at the nape of his neck to lean back. He laughed too.

"Brazil was a Portuguese colony."

"Okay, okay. I surrender," he said, lifting up his hands before resting them on the desk on either side of her hips to loom over her. "I'm sorry I didn't know your first language."

He leaned forward, but she cut him off.

"Actually, Latin is my first language since I'm from a Roman colony within Brazil and not an actual city in Brazil, so while I learned Portuguese and other languages in my studies, Latin is the first language I learned and my natural tongue. In general when it comes to…"

She trailed off when she saw the smirk on his face.

"What?"

He gave her a lopsided grin and said, "I love the sound of your voice."

Panic seized her. This was becoming too real. The tenderness in his eyes and the casual conversation was making emotional detachment from the situation nearly impossible for her. She surged forward to meet his lips.

He responded almost immediately, bringing his hands to her back and leaning forward so far that she was almost laying down on the desk. Her hands found their way back into his hair as her hips picked up a familiar rolling rhythm. This time when she threw her head back and moaned, it was far from fake.

He planted a kiss on the groove at the base of her throat and told her, "Say something again."

"In Portuguese or Latin?" she breathed.

He kissed his way back up her neck to the soft spot behind her ear and said, "Who cares?"

Grinning, Amara let her eyes flutter closed and her mouth fall open as his lips worked wonders on her skin. The words came naturally.

"Ah… Bobby… você está um sonho… me dê mais… sim… ooooh…"

He moaned into her collarbone and whispered praises into her skin that only made her feel worse. She rolled her hips harder in hopes of feeling something other than guilt.

"Mais."

He seemed to understand and picked up speed in his thrusts, letting his hands roam anywhere and everywhere except for where she wanted them. He was too reverent in everything he did.

"Fuck, Amara."

He dropped his forehead onto hers and just looked at her as he rocked into her again and again. It was too intimate, so she broke eye contact and ducked her head down to trail kisses down his neck again. Thankfully, he was wearing one of those polos with buttons at the top, so she unbuttoned them as far they could go and kissed her way down his sternum. The feeling of his heartbeat thrumming in her lips was exhilarating and sickening.

His pupils were blown out and his bangs were starting to cling to his forehead with sweat even though they hadn't even done anything other than make out and dry hump each other. Saying the words in her head even made her feel awful. This had to end.

"Don't stop," he grunted out as if he could read her mind. "Never stop."

The tent in his pants reminded Amara that unlike her, he couldn't just be left hanging or he'd be stuck with blue balls all day. It seemed there was only one solution to ending this as quickly as possible and that was to get him off right here and right now.

She kissed him again, if only to distract him from her hands trailing down his chest to his belt buckle. From the way he whimpered into her mouth and bit her bottom lip, she guessed he noticed anyway.

It was difficult getting his belt undone with him rutting against her relentlessly, but she managed to get it done. It wasn't until she unzipped his jeans that he posed a problem.

"Amara, wait."

She stopped and waited.

Bobby grabbed her chin and tilted her face up to look at him. His eyes were glazed over and his peachy skin was sweaty and red. He panted out his breaths and held her face with trembling fingers. He was completely and totally wrecked, and she did that to him. Her pride was only trampled by her remembering why.

She had to do this.

Before he could say or do anything about it, her hand slipped into his boxers and cupped the length of him.

"Shit!"

His hips bucked aggressively into her hand. His eyes slammed shut and he grit his teeth, dropping his head onto her shoulder again. He pressed gentle kisses against the underside of her jaw as she fumbled around in his underwear just rubbing her hand on whatever she came into contact with and undoing him.

"Wow. It's a lot bigger than I thought it would be."

She felt him grin against her neck and she couldn't help but roll her eyes at his ego. His smile was replaced by a silent, open-mouthed moan as she pulled his dick out of his pants.

Letting go for a second to lick her hand (he whined and bucked his hips in protest), Amara gripped him firmly and began sliding up and down in the most plain and simple handjob she had ever given. That didn't stop him from completely falling apart.

"Holy- ah, Amara, yes… like that… just like- fuck!"

His hips thrust an erratic rhythm into her palm making her job a little more difficult than it had to be but she didn't mind too much. As long as he kept making those delicious noises.

"Meu Deus, you're so big," she whispered. He moaned and thrusted faster. "Oh, Bobby."

"Say my name again," he breathed. "Please say it again."

Pressing a kiss to the soft spot behind his ear, she moaned, "Fuck, Bobby."

He moaned some more and she picked up her pace, drawing out swears and confessions and abstract sounds. She pretended she couldn't hear it when he said the word 'love.' She'd rather let him lust, because at least that's temporary.

"Ah, ah, please, Amara, please. Fuck, please, fuck fuck, fuck, fuck."

He never said what he was begging for, but she wasn't cruel enough to ask. Instead, she just brought him to the edge with soft shushing and gentle words. With a strangled noise that sounded a lot like her name, he fell over the edge, bucking his hips with abandon and then slumping onto her before rolling off.

When he finally cooled down, which didn't take too long considering how cool he naturally was, he froze the mess he had made and then unceremoniously brushed it into a trash can and tucked everything back into place which made her think that he had done this before. She made a mental note to never sit on his bed.

"Wow," he breathed after a good minute or two of silence. "That was… wow."

She turned to him smiling and a little out of breath herself.

"Yeah it was."

Despite the fact that she never got off and an unholy panic was welling up inside of her at the prospect of what this would mean for the both of them, Amara was surprisingly at peace. Not as blissed out as Bobby, mind you, who was still dazedly just staring at her, but she felt like a sort of weight was off of her shoulders. A secret told and a burden lifted.

"So I assume that the girls got the snacks," Bobby said with a quirked eyebrow and a lazy smile.

Amara's eyes went wide with shock and she started gaping like a fish.

"Bobby, I'm so sorry. I didn't-"

"It's fine," he cut her off. At her worry-riddled lip-chewing, he reiterated, "It's fine. Seriously. Feel free to distract me any time."

"Noted."

She laughed and hopped down from the desk so that he towered over her again. He started smoothing down her hair for her and she smiled up at him in gratitude.

She moved to step around him when he cleared his throat and blushed again. She loved it when he did that.

"Uh, Amara, I know I'm a dude or whatever and I'm not supposed to care about this sort of stuff, but like… I hope you didn't feel pressured to do all of that because of Rahne and Jubilee."

She opened her mouth, a reassurance of her total consent ready on her tongue, when she stopped herself. This was Bobby and he deserved at least a little honesty today. Plus, this isn't the sort of thing you should lie about. Ever.

"In truth, I did feel that way at first, but trust me, I personally wouldn't have gone through with it if I weren't okay with it. Don't worry."

He nodded and gave her soft smile.

"Good… because you were my first."

"Handjob?"

"No," he said, shaking his head and avoiding her eyes. "Kiss."

Her eyes went wide again.

"Bobby, I-"

He cut her off with a laugh.

"Don't apologize. It was fucking awesome."

Now it was her turn to turn red.

He grinned and quipped, "I think it's safe to say I have the best first kiss story ever."

She laughed with him and gave into the urge to hug him, wrapping her arms around his waist. He tentatively hugged her back, resting his chin on the top of her head.

"So… uh…" he started nervously, "is this a thing that we could, like, do again? If not, that's totally cool, but if so, please let me know. Please."

Amara chuckled into his chest and looked up at him, feeling more affectionate than usual. Her hand reached up to brush the sweaty hair plastered to his forehead out of his eyes.

"I'll think about it."

He nodded and she was grateful that Bobby was her friend first. Any other boy and this would have been a disaster. Not that it wasn't already a steaming hot mess, because it was. She stood on her tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek and then took a step back.

"Now if you don't mind, I'm going to take a very cold shower and think about America's debilitating debt to cool down."

"You know, I could…" he began to offer, but cut himself off after he saw the look on her face. "Right, right. Okay. Have fun. I'm going to explain to Ray why all the snacks are gone."

Panic gripped her and he must have seen it on her face because he quickly added, "Don't worry! I'll just tell him you knocked me out or something. Nobody has to know."

"Actually…"

He gave her a look and she winced guiltily.

"Rahne might have walked in on us at one point."

He just smirked and replied, "I hope she enjoyed the show."

"Bobby!"

She smacked him in the arm and he laughed. He smiled apologetically and she ruffled his hair.

"I know I did," he muttered under his breath.

"Bobby!"

"Okay, okay!" he said, throwing his hands up in surrender. "Just go take your cold shower, so I can fantasize about this some more."

She rolled her eyes and waved goodbye as she shut the library door behind her.

When she reached her and Jubilee's joint room, she saw Rahne and two Jamies on the floor with a mound of snacks between them and Jubilee sitting at the window, chewing on Twizzlers and keeping watch with a pair of binoculars.

"Lock the door behind you," Jamie said, but then one of his dupes got up and did it. Amara joined them on the floor.

"Have fun?" Rahne asked with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Jamie looked between the two girls curiously before returning to his chips. Amara glared at her.

"I took care of it," she grumbled, crossing her arms.

"I'll say," Jubilee muttered from across the room.

"You told her!" Amara shouted, hands landing on her hips defensively. She threw a handful of Cheetos at the shapeshifter, who laughed and threw some Whoppers back at her.

"Hey, in muh defense," Rahne pleaded as she was assaulted by snack food. Amara stopped long enough to hear out her plea. Rahne grinned up at her impishly and said, "At the time, ye were too distracted t' care."

Amara shrieked and started pelting tasty ammo at both her and Jubilee, who exclaimed, "Hey, what did I do?!"

The girls got into a full blown food fight and finally collapsed on the bedroom floor, covered in crumbs and dying of laughter. Amara turned her head to look at Rahne who was lying next to her. Rahne gave her a small smile before getting up and dusting off her clothes, lending her friend a hand. Jubilee tried to give Amara a high-five but the pyromancer only gave her a withering look.

"Wait, why was Amara distracted? Wasn't she supposed to be distracting Bobby?"

The girls all looked at Jamie before dissolving into another puddle of mirth. The thirteen-year-old stomped his foot in frustration.

"Come on, guys! Why does everyone always leave me out of everything?"

The girls started laughing all over again and Jamie gave them a begrudging smile.

A little while later, there was banging on the door as the boys shouted for the girls to relinquish the snacks. Amara could pick out Bobby's voice and the familiar sound of his laugh.

"Hey, Amara!" Jamie called from the other side of the room. He had one foot out the window and a bed sheet over his shoulder like Santa Claus. "Why are you so distracted today? We're making our escape. Come on!"

She hurried over to the window and helped him toss the snacks down to Rahne and Jubilee. Together they shimmied down the trellis and ran across the lawn.

Please review. I won't shame your for reading smut. Obviously, because I'm writing it. Oh, and sorry for the lack of activity lately.

Sincerely, Lissy😎