I will try to always put up two chapters at once, to make up for the endless delays.
Hope you enjoy this little interlude!
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What's new in the state of Denmark?
"Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..."
Wolverine was a very happy feral indeed.
Not only had he found his ideal lover, but now he was even being scratched behind the ears.
And fed with the beer, Jubilee had fetched from his secret stash underneath the giant oak.
Nuzzling her naked breasts, he let out a loud, satiated burp, and mumbled drowsily:
"Remind me, ta never ever tick ya off, darlin'."
Jubilee smiled dreamingly.
"And why is that, honey?"
"After what'cha did ta 'Ro, ya gotta ask?" Logan shuddered.
*~
Shocked silence reigned at the dinner table.
Everybody stared at Storm, who kept her black eyes demurely cast down on her salad.
Finally, she had enough, and snapped:
"What?!?"
She immediately regretted her outburst, because her busted lip did not agree with this rigid movement.
Pressing another ice cube on it, she moaned, even as Jean cleared her throat.
"Uh, well, you know, Storm, you do look a little, well-ruffled?" the fake red-head stated lamely.
Storm just glared at her, even as the rest of the team winced.
A bad term to use in someboy's presence, who's hair had been burnt to the root.
*~
Wolverine meanwhile had problems all of his own.
After confessing his temporal handicap to Jubilee, she made him promise, not to keep any
secrets from her again, save he wanted to join the No Angels.
Permanently.
So he also told her about his plans with Bobby.
Two equal feral grins flashed in the setting sun...
*~
"You know, I just don't get it. She used to be such a bad fighter, I mean, really weak, and so
whiney, so I can't understand, how Jubilee manage to beat you up, Ororo. I mean, let's be honest,
Jubilee couldn't beat a drowned kitten on her best day, and now..."
Jean babbled away, oblivious to the fact, that the other X-men had long retreated from the
kitchen and left her alone to face Storm.
And the rapidly growing, pitch-black thunderstorm cloud over her head.
*~
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Sorry, but I just can't write a W&J story without making the red bitch suffer..yeah, I know, I
should seek professional help against my hatred.
But still.. DIE, JEAN GREY!!! Ahum. Heh.(sweatdrops)
Hope you enjoy this little interlude!
*****************************************************************
What's new in the state of Denmark?
"Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..."
Wolverine was a very happy feral indeed.
Not only had he found his ideal lover, but now he was even being scratched behind the ears.
And fed with the beer, Jubilee had fetched from his secret stash underneath the giant oak.
Nuzzling her naked breasts, he let out a loud, satiated burp, and mumbled drowsily:
"Remind me, ta never ever tick ya off, darlin'."
Jubilee smiled dreamingly.
"And why is that, honey?"
"After what'cha did ta 'Ro, ya gotta ask?" Logan shuddered.
*~
Shocked silence reigned at the dinner table.
Everybody stared at Storm, who kept her black eyes demurely cast down on her salad.
Finally, she had enough, and snapped:
"What?!?"
She immediately regretted her outburst, because her busted lip did not agree with this rigid movement.
Pressing another ice cube on it, she moaned, even as Jean cleared her throat.
"Uh, well, you know, Storm, you do look a little, well-ruffled?" the fake red-head stated lamely.
Storm just glared at her, even as the rest of the team winced.
A bad term to use in someboy's presence, who's hair had been burnt to the root.
*~
Wolverine meanwhile had problems all of his own.
After confessing his temporal handicap to Jubilee, she made him promise, not to keep any
secrets from her again, save he wanted to join the No Angels.
Permanently.
So he also told her about his plans with Bobby.
Two equal feral grins flashed in the setting sun...
*~
"You know, I just don't get it. She used to be such a bad fighter, I mean, really weak, and so
whiney, so I can't understand, how Jubilee manage to beat you up, Ororo. I mean, let's be honest,
Jubilee couldn't beat a drowned kitten on her best day, and now..."
Jean babbled away, oblivious to the fact, that the other X-men had long retreated from the
kitchen and left her alone to face Storm.
And the rapidly growing, pitch-black thunderstorm cloud over her head.
*~
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Sorry, but I just can't write a W&J story without making the red bitch suffer..yeah, I know, I
should seek professional help against my hatred.
But still.. DIE, JEAN GREY!!! Ahum. Heh.(sweatdrops)