Guys, I was missing Juliette and family so much that I decided to do this short fic (haven't decided on length yet, but it won't be a long one). It all depends on encouragement.
For those who haven't read Wasting Love and want to read this, well, it will spoil Wasting Love's ending for you probably, if you ever decide to read it. Featured in this fic are Juliette, Rogue and Gambit's daughter and Alex, Emma and Cyclop's son. They have been brought up together and are now dating. She's an Avenger and he's an X-Man. This is the first time Alex is sleeping over at the LeBeaus. I hope you like it, if you do, please let me know and I'll continue.
-O-
I love her and, trust me, you've never seen love like ours, nor a couple like us. We've known each ever since we came to be. Hell, even before that, when we were each inside our mothers' wombs. She's the most beautiful, friendly, charming… She's the most amazing woman I've ever met. I'm so lucky fate has tied us so close. There was a time I thought our love should be a brotherly one, but I know better than that now. God, I'm so glad I saw the light! She turns the blood in my veins to fire when she smiles provocatively at me, she takes me to heaven and back every time we're together. I want to marry her when the time comes, I want to be someone she's proud of, I want her to be the mother of my children. I know I may be too young to be looking forward to these life events, she has that effect on me. I want it all with her. She makes me feel special, desired, I know she loves me too. Okay, I know lots of girls drool when they see me. Jules keeps telling me I'm so gorgeous and women are staring at me wherever I go, but they don't know me like she does. They see the outside, she sees, knows, all of me.
Me, with the powers I have, I know for a fact she loves me as much as I love her. To kill either of us, there would only ever have to be one bullet, for one cannot live without the other.
And she's so pretty, there is no male alive that can tear their eyes off of her. It used to bother me in the beginning of our relationship but I got used to it. Besides, she says I invoke the same reaction from women, thought I never notice. 'How can you not see it?' She usually asks me, then I tell her that's because I only got eyes for her. And she goes and calls me cheesy.
I love her so and that means I would defend her with my life even if the odds were insurmountable. It means I will comfort her in the difficult and painful times. It means I will dance and rejoice with her when times are good. It means I will never betray her, never give up on her. It means finding my fire when she, my loved one, is threatened. Love says I forgive her when she errs. Love says though life may test me, I am hers into eternity and I will never abandon her, not even when she asks me to spend Christmas at her father's place. He doesn't have much love for me, but as I said, love tells me to do whatever will keep her happy and make her smile.
This Christmas is going to be different from all the others, the first one I'm not spending with my parents and that makes me oddly proud of myself, feeling like a fully grown-up man. Mom and Dad are going skiing, as they always do ever since Auntie Anna and Jules left the mansion. I always tag along. When I was with Lara, my first girlfriend, she usually accompanied me, but not Jules. No way, sir. She won't leave the side of her parents on Christmas for anything in this world. She spent too many years of her life dreaming of white Christmases, her mom, and her father she thought dead and herself. Now she's got two siblings and her parents who love her to death and, understandably, she wants to hold onto special moments with them.
For two years we've been together, we met after a spell apart, we both missed each other, tried to find love and distraction in other people when we were secretly in love with each other. So, naturally, that one night, it took us one look into each other's eyes and love over flooded us. I took her home with me, to the X-Mansion, the place she called home as well, for the biggest part of her life, and there, on my bed we made love. It was her very first time and I'll always cherish the memories of that night. Ever since that night, her father who was otherwise nice and polite to me became a declared enemy.
I know he's not that tough, nor he hates me as much as he says, but he's a jealous man. The pretty little princess of a daughter he has, that he only met when she was fifteen, so quickly slipped away from under his roof, to join the Avengers. And to make matters worse for him, at the same time, she filled her life with another man, me. Even though I understand all that, I can help it but feel uneasy at the prospect of spending the holidays with him. I mean, not with him, but he's in the package. This is the first time I'm sleeping with Jules in their house. We always hang at the Avengers' or at the Mansion. I know Mr LeBeau won't like me sharing a room with his daughter.
God bless America… and me!
-O-
"Why does he have to stay? He could just go back to the mansion after dinner." As we make our way inside the house, I can't help but hear him saying to Auntie Anna upstairs. Or maybe I listened to his thoughts, I don't think she replied, oh well, I really can't tell. They come downstairs to greet Jules and I. Auntie Anna's hug is as warm as my own mother's. She was always like a second mom to me, and now that Juliette and I are dating, she says I can call her mom, as in mother-in-law mom. I prefer Auntie Anna though.
"Look at you two. My babies! Oh, it always strikes me how much you two have grown!"
"Mom, we're 20, for God's sake!" Jules says as Auntie has both of us squeezed into a tight embrace.
"Babies? They'll be making their own babies very soon if we as much as blink an eye." Mr. LeBeau mumbles.
"Dad! I heard that!" She says as she moves on to her dad and they hug for what seems to be hours while I stand there, not knowing what to do or say.
"Come here, Alex. Let me get your backpack, I'll take it to Jules' room for you." At her words, Mr LeBeau, still holding his daughter in his arms, glares at me.
"Sure, there's a guest room available, isn't there?" He says politely, faking nonchalance. I've heard all the swear words he preferred to have said.
"I thought you said Alex'd better keep me happy, daddy." Jules retorts with a smirk on her lips. I blush all shades of pink, red, purple... my girlfriend then laughs at me, all of them start laughing at me! You gotta love the LeBeaus!
Everyone gets busy, Mr. LeBeau goes to the kitchen and busies himself with preparations for our Christmas dinner, Auntie Anna goes out to pick the little ones up from preschool. So Jules decides it's time to sneak away to her bedroom with me.
As soon as she closes the bedroom door behind us she's taking off her top hurriedly. She lunges at me and starts kissing me passionately as if her life depended on it, as if we hadn't made out just an hour before at her place.
"What's the rush, love? We can always do that later…" I manage to say in between kisses. All I could think of is how I could keep her from noticing my ever growing erection. Mr LeBeau is going to serve my ass on a plate for dinner if he as much as catches us in action at this time of the day under his roof.
"Alex, you're so hot! It's not my fault, sugar, that I need you like all of the fucking time!" She says, staring into my eyes and licking her lips seductively. I am usually a very serious and disciplined guy, like my father my mom says. Few things get me out of control. But she does, in all the best ways. It takes all my determination to break away from her kisses.
"I guess your folks will notice we are missing and will come looking for us." I took her hand in mine and was determined to get us out of the room but she had other ideas and placed my hand on her ass as she wrapped her arms around my neck. I was stunned and very much under her spell. Her black lacy bra was doing nothing to help me either. She pulled my head down and whispered in my ear something about how she wanted to make me come so hard I'd forget my own name. Before I could respond our lips were locked and her tongue was swirling in mouth. Her lips tasted of strawberry and I couldn't get enough of those luscious tasty lips. I couldn't stop her for I was lost in lust myself. She unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. She led my hand between her legs. I had just slid a finger in her when we heard it.
Bang, bang, bang.
"Fuck!" She whispers and quickly gets away from me, grabs her top from the floor and slides it back on. "What kind of telepath are you, Alex? I thought you were looking out for possible interruptions." And now it's my fault! Unbelievable! I thought she'd appreciate it that I always bring shields up and block other people's thoughts when I'm with her.
"Hey, Jules, you guys better get your asses to the kitchen right now. Those vegetables won't peel themselves." Her father commands loudly.
"In a minute, dad!" She replies without a care in the world. She dropped down and started kissing my cock. This might be normal for some but is something I hadn't experienced until now. She had my cock in her mouth as I stand there paralyzed to stupefied to think about her dad on the other side of the door.
"Better be quick, or dinner will be ready for New Year's eve only." We hear the loud thump of his footsteps as he climbs down the stairs.
"Jules, my love, we better knock it off for now. Your father…" I pleaded to no avail. My body contradicted my words though, I wanted more and more. Where did she learn how to do it like that? I guess letting her use my body as a dummy is the best learning experience she can get.
"Jules, Jules, Jules… Juuuuules!" Becca was knocking the door incessantly.
"Oh fuck!" She mumbled, finally letting go of me. I sit at her bed and try to catch a breath. I had barely had the time to zip up when the door swings open.
"Jules, I missed you! Let's play! Come on, Oli, hurry up! Let's play with our big sista." The little girl was pure happiness.
"Wooo, just can't wait!" Juliette says sarcastically. The children do not notice the sarcasm and squeal excitedly.
Auntie Anna gets into the room as well. She looks at me and chuckles. My face was probably pale as paper. Yeah, she figured out alright what we were doing.
"It serves you right for all the times you've interrupted your dad and I. And you were a teenager, not a child." She whisper in her oldest daughter's ear. Juliette simply sneers at her mom. She drags her feet out of the bedroom, following her little siblings who were squeaking with excitement. Auntie Anna offers me a hand and pulls me up.
"Come on, Alex. Chop, chop! Jules babysits the youngins and you join my handsome husband in the kitchen, you'll be his cooking assistant." She said and winked at me. She gotta be kidding! Someone shoot me now!
"Oh, no, Auntie, please, no. He hates me!" I confess my disappointment openly. She's my Auntie Anna, that's known me for all my life, she probably figured that I'm dreading being with Mr. LeBeau alone.
"No, he doesn't, sugar. You guys just need to spend more time together. I'm sure you'll get along just fine." She winks at me, reminding me of Jules. They are not only similar in looks, but they both have a way of pushing me into doing things I don't really wanna do. With a wink, and a smile, and a shrug, everything's fine to them.
"He doesn't bite, you know?" She insisted. She forgets that I can hear his thoughts. He'd rather I was never back into their daughter's life, so his princess would still be a virgin porcelain doll.
Resigned, I sigh and follow Auntie Anna down. This is surely gonna be some Christmas!