Thanks so much for all the reviews. Technically I should have been doing other work, but when you have to write you have to write...:)

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It started about a week after that. The comments, I mean.

Remy was the first.

"There's that smile again, chere. What you been smilin' about so much?" He sauntered on up to me with his own flirtatious grin and tugs on my ponytail playfully.

"What do ya mean, Gumbo? Can't a girl just be happy?"

He falls into step beside me all tragic figure with his fluttering trench coat and ruby red eyes and I begin to think that he has more on his mind than just a simple question about my facial expressions.

"Course a girl never seems to be around here," he grumps.

Oh no. Gloomy Remy. Down and depressed and glowering Remy. Rogue went out with some of the girls again. Which she had been doing a lot lately.

"Aw, c'mon studly." I place a friendly hand on his back. "It can't be that bad, huh?"

He looks at me in earnest and halts his forward momentum. "Mon Dieu, petite. Whatever you're so happy about must be serious, no?"

I grimace. "What, one lameass comment about your heartache and suddenly I'm one of those brainless happy people who doesn't know how to communicate to the depressed?"

He just looks at me.

"Well, dammit. This sucks."

"Oh, non, chere. You've never seemed this happy. Don't you go feelin' bad over moi." He starts to walk off, but I just can't seem to let him go at that. Remy always had a way of making me smile whenever my heart was aching over whatever crush I might have been nursing at the time. Nine times out of ten it had probably been Logan.

"She still loves you, Rem."

A shadow of a smile crosses his incredibly kissable mouth. "Oui. Now if that was all there was to it, non?"

Apparently I really suck at returning the favor.

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"Jubilation?"

"Hank?"

"Have you perhaps developed latent telepathy after all these years?"

"God, I hope not! What the hell makes you ask?" I grab a twinkie from the cabinet and hand him one, which he accepts with a feline smile.

"I have recently observed that you seem to be positively beaming and smiling to yourself on a regular basis. Many times telepaths tend to show facial expressions at inappropriate times that fall in with the telepathic conversation in which they happen to be participating."

"Um...was I smiling at an inappropriate time?" I frown in puzzlement because Beast has the strangest look on his furry face.

"Emma was discussing torture tactics and how to withstand them with some of the younger team members and you had a dreamy expression for the duration."

"Torture tactics?"

"Indeed."

I wince. "Yikes."

He bit into his cream-filled pastry that, rumor has it, is the result of a chemical reaction rather than traditional baking. Mutant snacks for the both of us, I guess.

"Indeed," he says with a full mouth.

****

"Morning Scott!"

"Um...morning, Jubilee..."

"How's it hangin' there ole fearless leader?"

"Last time I checked, it was hanging quite well. Morning, Jubilation."

I watched Frosty gracefully sit down next to Cyclops and daintily sip from her white ceramic mug totally at odds with the comment she has just made. Maybe she didn't realize the double entendre thing she had going on. I decided to comment.

"Wow. Two words. Eeew! And Eeew!"

"Then don't present me with such an opportunity to make Scott blush."

I glance at Cyke. He's very slightly pink which for him is rudolph red.

"Okay, so there's an insight to you're relationship I did NOT need, especially this early in the morning."

"Especially since you seemed in such a bright mood this morning, Jubilee." Scott smiles somewhat tightly. "You're never like this so early." His grin widens. "How about joining the Danger Room session?"

I couldn't leave the room fast enough.

****

"Everyone's on to me. Has my poker face really become so abysmal?" After grinning ridiculously at the mansion's entire population, I am now scowling at my guy. I thought I had better game than that. Apparently, I was wrong.

We're in his room sitting on his bed. I'm concentrating very, very hard on the conversation because talking is no longer my favorite occupation. Do me a favor, and try not to die of shock. My new favorite activity in the world does indeed have to do with my mouth but it is not something I can participate in by myself.

"What?" Whoops, I did that thing again where I fixate on his mouth and totally don't hear the words that are coming out of said wonderful, dream-mouth.

"Nah, you're poker face is fine...it's just that you're not concentrating at all hours of the day."

"Concentrating on what?" I'm really not keeping up with this conversation. I begin to wonder what Logan's reaction would be to me just crawling on top of him and occupying his mouth with my new favorite activity. I don't remember Wolverine talking this much in the past. What on earth has gotten into him, anyway?

"Jubes?" Whoops, pretty sure I missed something again.

"Huh?"

"Fer Christsakes darlin', you're not payin' attention to a thing I'm sayin'," his eyes turn devilish. "Used ta be, that was my job."

Back to the scowling. "Oh, har, har. You're freakin' hilarious."

"I have been known to crack a joke on the very rare occasion."

"You mean the very odd occasion."

I decide to be daring and brazen it through as I move towards him. The key, I quickly decide, is to try and keep it somewhat innocent and keep my weight up on hands and knees rather than just melt into him like in the daydream that just took place five seconds ago, and lean in for a kiss.

As much as I've become obsessed with the whole kissing Wolverine scenario, it's still not as regular an activity as I'd like it to be. Usually, I wait for him to make the move because once we're kissing, he always stops me way, way before I'm close to being done and it's kind of made me nervous to go for what I really want. But, hey, when I can't even keep up with the talking, then I seriously have to figure, what the hell?

Wow, turned out my move was sheer brilliance.

After several minutes, Logan solves the problem of me supporting my own wait by bringing me flush against him and I quickly discover that my new favorite activity does not simply just involve his mouth but his tongue as well. Not like this is a brand new experience or anything, it's just, well, damn no guy ever used it in quite that way.

I can't help the groan that escapes my lips as Logan pulls away from me. Again.

"Jubilation..."

I pout openly. "Yeah?"

"We should..." clears his throat. "Stop..."

Before he knows, what I'm planning, I straddle his chest which make his eyes eyes bulge nicely with surprise. And maybe a slightly trapped look. I cross my arms while looking down at him.

"Why?" My eyes narrow.

"Y'know. Takin' it slow."

"We're making out. I'm not exactly ripping your clothes of here." Honestly, I'm starting to feel a little unwanted.

"I just don't want to...accidentally make a move you're not ready for." He really looks off his guard, which for Wolvie is unheard of. God, it's cute.

I lean down towards him slowly in what I hope is at least a somewhat sexy move, until my lips are oh-so-barely touching his ear. "Trust me, when I say, you're in the clear."

"You're sure?" his voice is strained.

I raise up to look at him. And put my mouth in close proximity again while smiling slightly. "How about trusting me to set the boundaries every once in while?"

His blue eyes darken to something akin to a night time hue and his expression is completely serious as he moves my hair back from my face for a clear view. "Okay, Jubilee, you're the boss."

I gasp and dig my nails into his flannel shirt as his mouth fastens onto my neck in a totally agreeable bite and we proceed to make up for what I considered was lost time.