A Simple Bike Ride-Part 1
OOC: Just a note so that all of you know, I did take the liberty of giving Jubilee a bit more personality and I fast forwarded two years to make things easier. Jubilee is now 18 and Gambit is now 28.
Jubilee walked down the stairs from her room, rubbing her eyes and groaning. She needed to see Dr. McCoy about getting some sleeping pills, this was the third week in a row that she had gone on less than 5 hours of sleep all week, and it was really starting to wear her down.
Making her way into the kitchen, she sighed, stretching. Grabbing a bottled water from the refrigerator, she opened it and took a drink, silently thanking Ororo for keep the water stocked well
After taking two painkillers, she walked over to a mirror hanging on the hallway wall. Looking at her chosen lay-around-the-house outfit, she sighed in a bored manner.
Her shorts were short cutoffs and her black tank top hugged her curves. Having just turned eighteen, she had finally come into her full womanly figure. She brushed a lock of her messy raven colored hair from her eyes and turned to walk into the rec room.
Picking up her tennis shoes from the corner where she had left them the day before, she sat down and pulled them on before walking out the back door. Taking her glasses from atop her head to black out the sunlight, she let out another long, lonely sigh.
It was a Saturday in July, and nearly everyone had left to go one place or another, so the place was strangely quiet. As she walked by the garage, she heard some one moving around and the metallic clang of tools being shifted around.
Frowning, she turned and headed into the garage. Looking around, she caught sight of the bare back of a tall, broad shouldered man with auburn hair tied in a pony tail at the nape of his neck. Remy… she thought, her heart fluttering slightly in her chest. Giving herself a mental shake, she inwardly scolded her stupidity and her still young heart. You gotta stop that, Jubilation! He would never like someone like you…
Giving herself an inward slap and clearing her throat, she walked toward the motorcycle sitting in the center of the garage just as Remy turned to look at her, a smile on his face. "Mornin', chere… ole' Remy was wondering when ju was gonna wake up… Looks like jus' ju and me today." He smiled again and Jubilee felt her heart jump and speed up just slightly.
He had a killer smile, and it sometimes made her hate him for it. He could get her to do anything with that smile. And he probably knew it, too. She hated that. "Yeah, I guess so…" she finally reached the bike, and pried her eyes from his shirtless figure to gaze down at the amazing machine. "Wow… what I wouldn't give for a bike like this…" she whispered it just loudly enough for him to hear.
Remy smiled as he watched her walk to the bike and whisper more to herself than him. He heard her comment nonetheless and sighed as he leaned back against the counter behind him, folding his arms over his chest as he watched her climb onto the bike and settle herself comfortably onto the seat of the bike. "Ju would probably take care of it better den de boy scout does… I swear I spend more time in dis garage fixin' dat bike den I do anywhere else nowadays… Dis de last time I do dis for free, das' for damn sure!"
He watched her mouth as she smiled and laughed, even throwing her head back, exposing the creamy pillar of her throat as she did so. God, she so beautiful… he thought to himself. He forced himself to look away, feeling bad for the way she made him feel. He had never felt this strongly for Rogue, and he didn't care in the least bit. He would have laid down his life a thousand times over against a thousand juggernauts for Jubilee, he just wished he could tell her.
He had wanted to tell her for years, but morals and the law had kept him from doing so before, and now pure cowardice of being rejected from her heart kept him from her. He hated himself. For loving her, wanting her, and not being able to bring himself to do anything about it.
She probably saw him as just another guy around the mansion, a big brother maybe, but definitely no love interest there. She never gave any signs of liking him more than that.
"I can see why it would irritate you so much… This bike is great… Hell, Remy, it's perfect! It nearly kills me to think about him miss-using it…" Jubilee's voice snapped him out of his thoughts. He always seemed to drift off when she was around. Sure, he daydreamed about other women, but not like her.
He just shrugged and picked up a towel from the counter beside him and wiped the seat from his neck and chest, looking at the toolbox at his feet in an effort to keep from looking at her.
The effort failed.
Jubilee climbed off the bike and sighed, running one hand admiringly over the seat and handle bars of it longingly. All she could ever need in life to be happy it a bike like this… And a man like him… her mind reminded her and she frowned, glad her back was to him lest he see the look on her face.
"Hey petite, I was tinkin' bout takin' a ride in a little while… my friend left me his bike dis weekend while he outta town, you wanna come along? It'd give us both sometin' to do for a while…"
Jubilee smiled widely and turned to look at him. "Sure, just let me shower and change… I wasn't planning on doing anything today, but now that you've offered, I'd love to…"
Remy nodded and smiled, making her heart speed up slightly. She turned and headed for the door, walking with a slight bounce in her step. When she didn't hear him follow, she stopped at the door and looked back at him. "You commin', or you gonna wear that out on the road?" she asked.
Remy laughed a beautiful sound to her ears. "I'll be dere in a minute, chere… jus gotta clean up in here first, so take your time."
Jubilee nodded and smiled slightly. As she turned back to go into the mansion, she thought she noticed something strange in Remy's eyes. Was that longing in those red depths? She asked herself.
She shrugged the thoughts off as she made her way up the stairs toward her room, telling herself it was just her over-active imagination fueled by her foolish girl's heart. Remy would never want her and that's all there was to it.
Either way, she had the bike ride with a handsome cajun to look forward to…
Remy sighed, waiting in the garage as he waited for her to get inside the mansion, keeping himself busy by gathering up the tools and returning them to their proper places.
When he was sure she had made it inside, he gave a sigh of relief and made his own way inside through the back door, then sneaking up to his room so as to avoid a chance meeting in the hall or on the steps or something. It wasn't that he didn't want to see her, it was just that he needed time to compose himself before she climbed onto the back of a motorcycle behind him.
Maybe he would finally tell her of his feelings for her later today. Take her up into the mountains onto the back roads and show her that beautiful cliff that overlooked the forest, then tell her. That would be romantic… girls liked romantic… especially coming from a suave cajun.
He hoped she liked romantic, too…
About an hour later, Remy was ready and was waiting in the driveway for Jubilee when something happened to him. He saw her come out of the front door, wearing a black mesh long-sleeved T-shirt with naught but a black bra under it and a pair of baggy black jeans. The heavy black combat boots completed the look, and he savored the glimpse of a cream-colored midriff as her shirt shifted around her lovely figure.
He smiled in an effort to hide how much he wanted her just then, glad for his sunglasses which hid the longing, hungry look in his eyes from her. He gestured for her to climb on the bike behind him, which she did, settling her tiny form comfortably, yet innocently against his.
He felt her arms slip around his waist, her long-fingered hands resting against his stomach. He blushed. For the first time in ages, Remy LeBeau blushed because of physical contact with a woman. He patted her hands with one of his shaky ones briefly before shouting over the gentle roar of the engine to her to hold on and racing out of the driveway and down the street toward the mountains…
OOC: Just a note so that all of you know, I did take the liberty of giving Jubilee a bit more personality and I fast forwarded two years to make things easier. Jubilee is now 18 and Gambit is now 28.
Jubilee walked down the stairs from her room, rubbing her eyes and groaning. She needed to see Dr. McCoy about getting some sleeping pills, this was the third week in a row that she had gone on less than 5 hours of sleep all week, and it was really starting to wear her down.
Making her way into the kitchen, she sighed, stretching. Grabbing a bottled water from the refrigerator, she opened it and took a drink, silently thanking Ororo for keep the water stocked well
After taking two painkillers, she walked over to a mirror hanging on the hallway wall. Looking at her chosen lay-around-the-house outfit, she sighed in a bored manner.
Her shorts were short cutoffs and her black tank top hugged her curves. Having just turned eighteen, she had finally come into her full womanly figure. She brushed a lock of her messy raven colored hair from her eyes and turned to walk into the rec room.
Picking up her tennis shoes from the corner where she had left them the day before, she sat down and pulled them on before walking out the back door. Taking her glasses from atop her head to black out the sunlight, she let out another long, lonely sigh.
It was a Saturday in July, and nearly everyone had left to go one place or another, so the place was strangely quiet. As she walked by the garage, she heard some one moving around and the metallic clang of tools being shifted around.
Frowning, she turned and headed into the garage. Looking around, she caught sight of the bare back of a tall, broad shouldered man with auburn hair tied in a pony tail at the nape of his neck. Remy… she thought, her heart fluttering slightly in her chest. Giving herself a mental shake, she inwardly scolded her stupidity and her still young heart. You gotta stop that, Jubilation! He would never like someone like you…
Giving herself an inward slap and clearing her throat, she walked toward the motorcycle sitting in the center of the garage just as Remy turned to look at her, a smile on his face. "Mornin', chere… ole' Remy was wondering when ju was gonna wake up… Looks like jus' ju and me today." He smiled again and Jubilee felt her heart jump and speed up just slightly.
He had a killer smile, and it sometimes made her hate him for it. He could get her to do anything with that smile. And he probably knew it, too. She hated that. "Yeah, I guess so…" she finally reached the bike, and pried her eyes from his shirtless figure to gaze down at the amazing machine. "Wow… what I wouldn't give for a bike like this…" she whispered it just loudly enough for him to hear.
Remy smiled as he watched her walk to the bike and whisper more to herself than him. He heard her comment nonetheless and sighed as he leaned back against the counter behind him, folding his arms over his chest as he watched her climb onto the bike and settle herself comfortably onto the seat of the bike. "Ju would probably take care of it better den de boy scout does… I swear I spend more time in dis garage fixin' dat bike den I do anywhere else nowadays… Dis de last time I do dis for free, das' for damn sure!"
He watched her mouth as she smiled and laughed, even throwing her head back, exposing the creamy pillar of her throat as she did so. God, she so beautiful… he thought to himself. He forced himself to look away, feeling bad for the way she made him feel. He had never felt this strongly for Rogue, and he didn't care in the least bit. He would have laid down his life a thousand times over against a thousand juggernauts for Jubilee, he just wished he could tell her.
He had wanted to tell her for years, but morals and the law had kept him from doing so before, and now pure cowardice of being rejected from her heart kept him from her. He hated himself. For loving her, wanting her, and not being able to bring himself to do anything about it.
She probably saw him as just another guy around the mansion, a big brother maybe, but definitely no love interest there. She never gave any signs of liking him more than that.
"I can see why it would irritate you so much… This bike is great… Hell, Remy, it's perfect! It nearly kills me to think about him miss-using it…" Jubilee's voice snapped him out of his thoughts. He always seemed to drift off when she was around. Sure, he daydreamed about other women, but not like her.
He just shrugged and picked up a towel from the counter beside him and wiped the seat from his neck and chest, looking at the toolbox at his feet in an effort to keep from looking at her.
The effort failed.
Jubilee climbed off the bike and sighed, running one hand admiringly over the seat and handle bars of it longingly. All she could ever need in life to be happy it a bike like this… And a man like him… her mind reminded her and she frowned, glad her back was to him lest he see the look on her face.
"Hey petite, I was tinkin' bout takin' a ride in a little while… my friend left me his bike dis weekend while he outta town, you wanna come along? It'd give us both sometin' to do for a while…"
Jubilee smiled widely and turned to look at him. "Sure, just let me shower and change… I wasn't planning on doing anything today, but now that you've offered, I'd love to…"
Remy nodded and smiled, making her heart speed up slightly. She turned and headed for the door, walking with a slight bounce in her step. When she didn't hear him follow, she stopped at the door and looked back at him. "You commin', or you gonna wear that out on the road?" she asked.
Remy laughed a beautiful sound to her ears. "I'll be dere in a minute, chere… jus gotta clean up in here first, so take your time."
Jubilee nodded and smiled slightly. As she turned back to go into the mansion, she thought she noticed something strange in Remy's eyes. Was that longing in those red depths? She asked herself.
She shrugged the thoughts off as she made her way up the stairs toward her room, telling herself it was just her over-active imagination fueled by her foolish girl's heart. Remy would never want her and that's all there was to it.
Either way, she had the bike ride with a handsome cajun to look forward to…
Remy sighed, waiting in the garage as he waited for her to get inside the mansion, keeping himself busy by gathering up the tools and returning them to their proper places.
When he was sure she had made it inside, he gave a sigh of relief and made his own way inside through the back door, then sneaking up to his room so as to avoid a chance meeting in the hall or on the steps or something. It wasn't that he didn't want to see her, it was just that he needed time to compose himself before she climbed onto the back of a motorcycle behind him.
Maybe he would finally tell her of his feelings for her later today. Take her up into the mountains onto the back roads and show her that beautiful cliff that overlooked the forest, then tell her. That would be romantic… girls liked romantic… especially coming from a suave cajun.
He hoped she liked romantic, too…
About an hour later, Remy was ready and was waiting in the driveway for Jubilee when something happened to him. He saw her come out of the front door, wearing a black mesh long-sleeved T-shirt with naught but a black bra under it and a pair of baggy black jeans. The heavy black combat boots completed the look, and he savored the glimpse of a cream-colored midriff as her shirt shifted around her lovely figure.
He smiled in an effort to hide how much he wanted her just then, glad for his sunglasses which hid the longing, hungry look in his eyes from her. He gestured for her to climb on the bike behind him, which she did, settling her tiny form comfortably, yet innocently against his.
He felt her arms slip around his waist, her long-fingered hands resting against his stomach. He blushed. For the first time in ages, Remy LeBeau blushed because of physical contact with a woman. He patted her hands with one of his shaky ones briefly before shouting over the gentle roar of the engine to her to hold on and racing out of the driveway and down the street toward the mountains…
