Terribly sorry about the delay, folks. I am momentarily expiriencing a serious case of
the dreaded writer's block virus, so this chapter might suck.
But it's really only an intelude..I hope.
Oh, and thanks to everybody for the reviews, they really made my day!
Now, on with the story..!
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You h8 me, don'tcha?
A beautiful new day dawned over Westchester, New York.
Birds were singing, the air was crisp and clear, and the sun shone brightly.
Laying on his bed, Wolverine stared at the ceiling and whimpered.
Day two with his 'ray vision' had not even begun, and he already was a nervous wreck.
And to top it off, Bobby had suggested a pool party, to celebrate Jubilee's arrival-
much to
everyone's appoval.
With a quiet sob, Logan rolled out of bed, grabbed his sunglasses from the nightstand and
faced the inevitable.
All was prepared and everybody waited for the guest of honor.
Save for Logan, that is, who had volunteered to be the welcoming guilde.
He really only wanted two minutes alone with her, to explain what had happened, as to not frighten her with his strange behavior.
She would surely understand.
The small, blue convertible held at the main entry, and Jubilee stepped out.
Logan, who had heard her coming long ago, opened the door with a broad smile-
and choked on his "hello".
Slender, seemingly endless legs curved into ample hips, followed by a narrow waist and a chest, he didn't recall being that voluminous.
Or decorated with a silver chain, which was pulled throught two nipple rings.
Positively glowing, Jubilee threw herself at him, cheering:
"Wolvie, how yare ya, ya big lug?"
He gasped and yelled:
"What the fuck are ya wearing?!?"
Jubilee blinked a few times, then replied:
"Yeah, nice to see ya again, too. What's with the attitude, dude?"
Babbling incoherently, Wolverine finally managed:
"I-I'm sorry, it's just you're..get-up is kinda…well..uhh..offending?"
Giving him her I-beg-your-pardon-look, Jubilee stated:
"Logan, they're hot pants. They're supposed to be this short!"
With that, she stomped passed him, wiggling her barely-clad behind in his face.
A behind, which sported a tatooed heart, with the words 'Property of LWP' written across it.
The sever eye-twitch returned.
Growling, or rather whining, Wolverine guarded the grill, turning the burgers and steaks from time to time.
At least, he was not in danger, having to face any of the others, because it was so hot,
nobody dared come near the sizzling stove.
Or so he thought.
The soft flapping of wings announced Angel's arrival, who landed softly next to Logan,
and held a sealed pack under the feral's nose.
Jerking back from the odd smelling box, Logan snarled:
"What the hell-?"
"Salmon," replied Warren, "mind to put it on the fire for me?"
Pulling down his shades, Logan wanted to give him an incredulous glare-
and doubled over in helpless laughter, when he saw 'Little' Warren.
"What?" asked his owner confused, and Logan laughed even harder.
Angel backed away, while muttering:
"Know, what? I'll just..come again, once you feel-better."
Wolverine's guffaws had meanwhile turned somewhat hysterical, and Warren got scared.
Dropping his fish, he swung himself into the air, and went in search for Xavier, as to ask him, to mind-wipe theobviously mad X-Man.
Who had now resorted to banging his head on the lawn.
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Hmmmm, smut, fun, smut, fun, smut...decicions, decicions...
the dreaded writer's block virus, so this chapter might suck.
But it's really only an intelude..I hope.
Oh, and thanks to everybody for the reviews, they really made my day!
Now, on with the story..!
*********************************************************************************
You h8 me, don'tcha?
A beautiful new day dawned over Westchester, New York.
Birds were singing, the air was crisp and clear, and the sun shone brightly.
Laying on his bed, Wolverine stared at the ceiling and whimpered.
Day two with his 'ray vision' had not even begun, and he already was a nervous wreck.
And to top it off, Bobby had suggested a pool party, to celebrate Jubilee's arrival-
much to
everyone's appoval.
With a quiet sob, Logan rolled out of bed, grabbed his sunglasses from the nightstand and
faced the inevitable.
All was prepared and everybody waited for the guest of honor.
Save for Logan, that is, who had volunteered to be the welcoming guilde.
He really only wanted two minutes alone with her, to explain what had happened, as to not frighten her with his strange behavior.
She would surely understand.
The small, blue convertible held at the main entry, and Jubilee stepped out.
Logan, who had heard her coming long ago, opened the door with a broad smile-
and choked on his "hello".
Slender, seemingly endless legs curved into ample hips, followed by a narrow waist and a chest, he didn't recall being that voluminous.
Or decorated with a silver chain, which was pulled throught two nipple rings.
Positively glowing, Jubilee threw herself at him, cheering:
"Wolvie, how yare ya, ya big lug?"
He gasped and yelled:
"What the fuck are ya wearing?!?"
Jubilee blinked a few times, then replied:
"Yeah, nice to see ya again, too. What's with the attitude, dude?"
Babbling incoherently, Wolverine finally managed:
"I-I'm sorry, it's just you're..get-up is kinda…well..uhh..offending?"
Giving him her I-beg-your-pardon-look, Jubilee stated:
"Logan, they're hot pants. They're supposed to be this short!"
With that, she stomped passed him, wiggling her barely-clad behind in his face.
A behind, which sported a tatooed heart, with the words 'Property of LWP' written across it.
The sever eye-twitch returned.
Growling, or rather whining, Wolverine guarded the grill, turning the burgers and steaks from time to time.
At least, he was not in danger, having to face any of the others, because it was so hot,
nobody dared come near the sizzling stove.
Or so he thought.
The soft flapping of wings announced Angel's arrival, who landed softly next to Logan,
and held a sealed pack under the feral's nose.
Jerking back from the odd smelling box, Logan snarled:
"What the hell-?"
"Salmon," replied Warren, "mind to put it on the fire for me?"
Pulling down his shades, Logan wanted to give him an incredulous glare-
and doubled over in helpless laughter, when he saw 'Little' Warren.
"What?" asked his owner confused, and Logan laughed even harder.
Angel backed away, while muttering:
"Know, what? I'll just..come again, once you feel-better."
Wolverine's guffaws had meanwhile turned somewhat hysterical, and Warren got scared.
Dropping his fish, he swung himself into the air, and went in search for Xavier, as to ask him, to mind-wipe theobviously mad X-Man.
Who had now resorted to banging his head on the lawn.
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Hmmmm, smut, fun, smut, fun, smut...decicions, decicions...