A/N: 4-17-05 Okay so yes it's been forever and a damned day since I updated anything but I'm working two jobs and going to collage so I don't have much time to update anything, but I've managed however, to give you just a little taste of what's been percolating and coming to a brew inside my creative little mind. Hopefully I'll manage to wrangle a few hours of time off or no sleep to be able to update this more, but as for now this will just have to do. Now I'm not able to update in full the very last part of this due to the rating system on this site, so hopefully within the next few days I'll have it all updated and viewable on the adult version of the fan fiction world. So there you have it, my lame excuse and the short little update!

As Bobby lay writhing in agony on the ground the creak of a door sounded in the second story and suddenly the giggle of a young girl could be heard emanating from within. The giggle was unmistakably that of Jubilation Lee. Only one girl in the entire brothel ever actually giggled, except it's youngest person, and that was only when she was with Warren. Despite the fact that he was the mayor, and there was a vast difference in the age, at 16 Jubilee knew she was in love.

Warren Worthington the III sat on the end of the bed holding one of Jubilee's feet in his hands running a feather over the arch of her foot, the one place he knew she was the most ticklish. He loved her giggle, and with every visit would attack her arches with a feather only to hear her giggle like the girl she was, not the woman she thought she had to be. He felt for her, he knew that much, but it wasn't love, it was sorrow. She had lost everything at such a young age, her family, her home and her innocence, that the brothel took her in more to protect her from further trauma than to join it.

Jubilee began to squirm on the bed as he attacked her feet with more feathery force than before and she nearly kicked him in the jaw with all her thrashings.

"Stop!" she yelled in her laughing state

"Never…. You're feet are mine for the tickling!" Warren called back playfully

"Don't…. make me… kick you… Warren!" she giggled out.

With a sigh warren released her feet and put the feather on the dresser next to the bed.

"Alright… you win. I really should be on my way, it's getting late and there are affairs of city that need attending to." He said as stood up and picked up his suit jacket pulling it back on his arms.

"When will you come again?" Jubilee asked him.

"Soon… I promise."

"That's what you said last time, and it took you a month to visit me again" she said as she crossed to him wrapping her arms around his waist holding him as he looked himself over in the mirror.

"I told you, I have been very busy, there are many matters I must deal with that you don't need know about" he said as he turned and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. "Now I really must be off." He whispered as he turned and swept out the door closing it behind him.

With a sigh Jubilee flopped back on the bed her dress pooling around her petite form, surrounding her in sea of tulle ruffles.

"Maybe next time you'll actually make love to me" she muttered to herself as she closed her eyes and drifted into a nice happy sleep.

As Warren was finishing his decent of the stairs he cleared his throat to indicate to the barmaid and gambler that it was time to separate from their embrace. It wasn't until he saw Bobby writhing on the floor that he stopped mid-step with a questioning look.

"What happened to Drake?" He said turning his gaze to the barmaid everyone called Rogue with a raised eyebrow.

"He tried to hit on me"

"And let me guess… Mr. Lebeau here taught him a lesson? Honestly I should have Summers over here hauling you in for that one…"

"It wasn't moi, Mon ami…" Remy said raising his hands in his own defense.

"But then who…" Suddenly he caught himself as a memory flashed back to him of a stranger figuring the bartender for a brothel member as well, and the damage she did to him.

"Ah told ya he hit on me… but mah heart is already taken, so ah had ta teach him a lesson. Yer not gonna arrest poor lil ol' me now are ya?"

"Not likely Rogue, but remind me to try to stay on your good side…" he said as he stepped over Bobby heading towards the exit. "Oh by the way… where's that good for nothing you call boss gone to?" he turned to face Rogue again, but it was Remy who replied.

"'E's in de back doin' his-" he was cut short by Rogue putting a to firm grip on his shoulder.

"Inventory, sir" she finished for him.

"Right… well tell him I was here… " Warren said suspecting something was in the wrong around the saloon that no one would inform him of.

"Oui, monsieur, we will let 'im know you stopped by" Remy said a forced happy smile crossing his face.

"You do that" Warren let trail behind him as the saloon doors swung closed.

Bobby finally able to catch his breath stood up still staggering a bit and glared at the tall southern woman.

"You bitch… you'll pay for that someday" he squeaked out as he hobbled towards the door.

"Ah'm sure ah will sugah" she replied with a roll of her eyes then went back to kissing Remy.

As Bobby stumbled along his way he didn't see Logan step in the way of his exit, until he ran into him.

"What the hell?" Bobby said before he saw who it was he ran into

"Drake" Logan said simply staring at the young man. "You threatin' my staff?" the words seemed to be flowing from the low growl the man emitted. "Cause that would be bad… for you."

"Fuck you" Was all Bobby could come up with as the larger man walked away from him and he staggered out of the saloon.

"Wish Ro were back… " Logan muttered under his breath before shaking off the thought and making his way behind the bar. "Rouge… let the Cajun breathe and get back to work" he grumbled at her before slipping back through the employee door to Emma.

Scott Summers sighed as he let his weight shift the chair back onto all four of it's legs and tilting his hat back up decided that he'd best check on the prisoner. As he stood up and stretched he could hear the noise being made within, and with a yawn he went up the single step and entered the small prison building. The air was stuffy in the small room, but he didn't dare open a window, least the noise be heard everywhere. As he went through the interior door to the cell itself he wasn't really prepared for the sight he saw. Wanda Maximoff sat slouched on the plank of wood they called a bench, wearing the tightest pair of leather pants a woman like her could fit into and a blood red tighter-than-need-be leather corset. The gun holsters attached to her thighs made a loud clanking noise as she stood up when she saw Scott enter the cell room.

"Finally… " She said as she stood up figuring her release was at hand.

"Not so fast Maximoff, I'm just here checking to make sure you're still alive"

"And these?" she said holding up her cuffed hands "why in GOD'S NAME DO I HAVE TO WEAR THEM!" she yelled at him as she thrust her hands through the prison bars at him.

"Because you're dangerous" he said as he leaned against the wall across the room from the bars

"Me? Dangerous?" she said in her most sultry voice as she gripped the bars and stood giving Scott her best innocent look.

"Yes"

"I'm not dangerous, I'm as gentle as a lamb" she said giving him a look that would have most men crawling at her feet.

"Well until it's proven that you are, I still have to hold you here as a criminal"

"I don't consider one little gunfight a criminal action… now please take these off…" she said in her best pouty voice.

"Wanda I must admit you're making it very… difficult… for me… to keep you in there alone, I should throw a hardened criminal in there with you and just let him have you." He said with a scoff.

"Oh come on Summers… if you open this door" she said softly while her delicate hands stroked the bars in a most erotic gesture. "I'll make it worth your while… hell you can even keep the cuffs on me…" she said as she licked on of the bars noticing the slight twitch that Scott gave at her gestures.

"Wanda…" Scott said in a slight whisper as he took a few steps closer to the woman

"Yes Scott…" she said as she noticed her own breathing become a bit quicker as she really became turned on by the man in front of her. As he got closer she nearly grabbed him into a passionate kiss just by the simple heat his body let off.

"I'd have to be fucking crazy to fall for your tricks" he whispered to her before winking at her and leaving the room. He chuckled to himself as he closed the door behind him cutting out the shrill sound of her profanity. "At least Ororo comes back tonight…" he said to himself as he opened the door to the outside and sat back down in the small chair smirking at the fact that Wanda's profane yelling could barely even be heard outside.

It had been a very long time since Ororo Monroe had been back in this town. Six months seemed like a lifetime for her to have been away. As she stood in the middle of the hotel room just looking around, a thought crossed her mind. 'why did I come back here again?' That's the one question she'd been asking herself all night. After sitting in the bar drinking with Remy and Logan, she suddenly remembered why she'd left in the first place. A female bouncer was not what she had intended on being, but it had happened. She knew that once she got settled back into town, Logan would convince her into taking her old job back. Not that it was all that bad, to be feared by all the criminals in town was rather amusing, but having to deal with Remy's habits was what she didn't want to do. They had a history together, more than Rogue will ever know about, and she didn't like seeing him this way. When they had been young in New Orleans, he was the best thief the world had known. She learned everything she knew from him, she had been completely smitten with him for years. She honestly hoped that Rogue hadn't learned about their history together. She didn't know if the poor girl would be able to handle knowing that Remy had taken her virginity. She sat down on the small sized bed as her mind wandered back to that day. It was and still has been the best day of her life.

New Orleans 15 years ago-

The day had gone well, they'd managed to pull of the heist that had been 'one of the hardest jobs' by most of the known criminals in all of New Orleans. Everyone said that bank was impossible to steal from, security everywhere, heavily armed guards at every corner, even the employees had taken enough lessons to know how to fight off thieves. They had done it, without getting noticed… but would never be able to take credit for it without bringing the consequences along with the fame. It was a great day, Remy had told her every last detail of the plan and for once it centered on her. She had been the key to the success of the heist, and she had done her part very well. She was so happy by the time they'd gotten back to their hideout that she'd almost forgotten what day it was.

"Happy Birthday petite!" Remy said as he held out a bottle of very expensive champagne.

"What is this? I thought we agreed on no gifts for my birthday!" She said as she took the champagne.

"Well it's your sixteenth birthday chere, I figured you deserved somet'ing." She said giving her that irresistible smile that only Remy Lebeau possessed.

"Now Remy Lebeau… you wouldn't be trying to get me drunk now would you?"

"Now petite, we both know that Remy could never get you to do somet'ing you didn't want to do" he said as he took the bottle from her and began to peel the foil wrapping off the cork. "Besides, it's not like you have never been drunk before." He winked at her as her face began to turn a shade of red.

"Hey you were the one who kept passing me the bottle, I was simply following your lead!"

She turned around and crossed the small room to find a set of glasses they could use with the champagne.

The cork on the bottle made a loud pop as she heard Remy begin to mutter obscenities in French as the bubbly liquid flowed over his hands like a waterfall.

"Causing problems again?" She said as she turned around to see Remy still struggling with the overflowing bottle.

"Oui cher, Remy never was to good wit' dees t'ings." He gave her that sly smile of his that made her heart melt.

Ororo walked up to him with every intention to wipe off his hands with the towel but something seemed to take over her when she got close to him. Her saunter towards him had given her a boost of confidence and as she neared him she reached out slowly and curled the fingers of her right hand around the neck of the bottle and took it from Remy setting it down on the dresser next to them. Then without really knowing what she was doing she reached out and grabbed one of his hands bringing it up to her lips and ran her tongue over the palm of his hand then licked her lips.

"That's good champagne" she whispered to him a sultry look filling her eyes.

"Cher, dis aint right…" He felt the need to let her know that, but didn't really know why.

"SShhhh Remy" She whispered as she brought his hand back up to her lips and began to suck on his fingers one by one licking the champagne off his hands and feeling him slowly begin to tremble. When she felt satisfied that she'd gotten the last of it off his hands she lowered his hand to her breast as she leaned forward and gently placed her lips on his. When she didn't feel any response from him she pulled back a bit and looked at him.

"What is it?"

"We should not be doing dis cher, it aint right"

"What's so wrong with this?"

"It just aint right is all… you still so young" he had said as more of a comforting statement than as a warning, but that was not the way it got interpreted.

"So it is me is it not? You can't abide the thought of me" she said as she lowered her head and walked slowly defeated across the room

"Dat's not it cher, Remy jus t'ink you deserve more dan what he can offer is all" He truly didn't know how to handle this situation, he'd never run into it before.

"No I know, you just don't want me is all… no one does."

"Dat's not true mon cher, Remy jus want to see you taken care of is all" He leaned against the dresser than turning just enough to face her as she stood arms crossed over her chest a few steps away from him.

"And who better to take care of me than you Remy? Do you not realize that you already do, that you offer me everything I've ever wanted in the world?"

"Now you just makin' fun of poor Remy"

"No I'm not, don't you see, all I ever wanted was for someone to love me. Just love me, that's it, no more no less. Do you not see that?" She looked at him then with those pale ice blue eyes. The look of longing couldn't have been mistaken but when the single tear fell from corner of her eye and rolled down her cheek, he could take no more.

With three steps he had crossed the room and wrapped her up in a passionate embrace as his lips met hers. She was taken so off guard that she hadn't even known she'd stopped breathing until the kiss ended. When it did, there was no lack of passion in Remy's movements. His lips trailed kisses down her jawbone, neck and along her collarbone. His hands found the hem of her shirt and as she raised her arms above her head he pulled the material away from her body exposing the perfect form of her upper physique.