Title: The Next Room
Summary: Logan and Jubilee have a little trouble getting to sleep in the room beside Scott and Jean's. So they
decide to do something about it…
Warnings: References to intimate activity. Some raunchy humor. Nothing violent, or nasty.
Rating: PG-13, for adult (slightly!) humor.
Setting: Between Chapters One and Two of 'No Greater Love'.
Characters: Scott/Jean, Logan/Jubilee
The Next RoomLogan grabbed the remote, switched off the TV, closed his eyes. Beside him, Jubilee groaned, rubbed her eyes, and curled up next to him. He tucked an arm around her, and she nestled against his body as she started to drift into sleep.
A loud groan filled the room.
Jubilee opened one eye. "Logan? That you?"
"Nope."
Jubilee sat up as the groan came again. "What the heck is that?"
Logan opened an eye as he heard a soft feminine giggle. "That ain't you, so that mus' be Scarlett and Rhett in the next room."
Jubilee giggled as she lay back down beside him. The giggle turned into a groan as the sound of a female whimper reached their ears. "Jean can't keep her blasted mouth shut?" Logan growled. "Jubes, I think we made a mistake when we moved inta this room."
"We needed the extra space, Logan," Jubilee pointed out, so reasonably Logan wanted to smack her. He wouldn't normally be this much on the edge, but the sounds coming from the next room and the fact that his own hormones were now raging, plus the knowledge that there wasn't anything Jubilee could do about it were driving him nuts. Jubilee didn't like getting physical during her cranky week.
"There's gotta be something we can do," he growled. "Damn. There goes my sleep."
"Want me to take your mind off it, Logan?" Jubilee whispered into his ear, her hands coming up under the covers to caress him.
He shook his head. "Ain't the same, darlin'," he said. "Ask me that again when ya stop bein' so cranky."
Jubilee flopped back against the bed pillows as they both heard Jean exclaim "Scott!" from the next room. Scott followed it up with a low groan, and then they heard the other bed bump against the wall gently as its occupants shifted positions. Jubilee pulled her pillow over her head and burrowed under the covers as Logan got up.
"Where are you going?" she perked up.
"Gonna go find somewhere quieter ta sleep, darlin'," he grumped, pulling up his pants and yanking a shirt over his head. She sprang out of bed, tucked her pillow under her arm, and followed him out of their room. Logan stopped to give the door of Jean and Scott's room a poisonous glare before he stumped off down the stairs.
* * *
Jean looked somewhat surprised when she passed through the informal living room the next morning and saw Jubilee and Logan sprawled out on the sofabed there. Logan, sensing the presence of someone else in the room, opened one eye. He growled grumpily when he saw who it was.
"Something wrong with your bed, Logan?" Jean asked, all wide-eyed innocence.
Logan growled and flung back the covers, startling Jubilee awake as he got up and stomped off. Jean looked in surprise at Jubilee. "What's wrong with Logan?"
Jubilee bundled her pillow and blanket up, closed up the sofabed, and brushed past Jean without a word. Jean watched her pass, mystified.
She continued on her way into the kitchen, where she saw Remy and Ororo sitting at the table, reading something in the morning paper and drinking coffee. "Good morning," she said cheerfully to them. "Anyone got an idea what's wrong with Logan and Jubilee?"
Ororo raised her eyes over the rim of her cup. Remy buried his face in the paper. Neither one said a word. Somewhat miffed, Jean left the kitchen grumbling.
Ororo looked at Remy, who was trying desperately not to laugh. "Remy," she said severely, "This is not funny."
Remy spluttered on a mouthful of coffee. "Yes, it is, p'tite," he choked. "I tol' Logan an' Jubes dey shouldn' move int' de room righ' nex' to Scott an' Jean. It's dey own fault dey didn' get sleep las' night."
Ororo continued to look severely at him, and he shrugged, wiping coffee from the side of his mouth with a napkin. "Hey, I didn' see you tellin' dem what roomin' next to Jean an' Scott were like," he said. "It used to be your room, 'f I remember correctly. You had problems sleepin', too."
"Jean is my friend. I could not tell her that her private affairs were intruding on my…privacy. And at least she did shield after the first few times I sent the thunderstorm into her room."
"Oui, chere, but Remy t'ink maybe she didn' shield her scent so well, neh? Logan smell her from de room, all right. An' he certainly hear her making soun's even if she did shield telepat'ically."
Jubilee came in at just that moment, went straight to the coffeemaker, inspected the last inch or so of coffee in the pot, and picked it up. Lifting the lid, she drank down the hot coffee in only a few gulps. Logan walked into the kitchen wearing only an old pair of sweatpants, saw her standing there with the coffeepot raised to her lips, and growled, "Ya better be plannin' on makin' another pot o' coffee, Jubes, or I ain't speakin' ta ya the rest of the day."
"Keep your pants on, Logan," she growled back. "I was just going to." She rinsed the pot at the sink and set the coffeemaker as Logan stood behind her with his arms crossed. He grabbed a coffee cup and held it under the drip spout as soon as the coffee started to come out. When he had his cup full he withdrew the cup, smiling at Jubilee's annoyed look, and went to sit down. Ororo and Remy looked at him with wide, innocent eyes as Jubilee joined him.
"You," Logan stabbed a finger at Remy. "You used ta have the room Jubes an' I moved inta las' night. Why didn' ya warn us 'bout the noise pollution next door?"
Remy widened his eyes in mock innocence. "Moi, warn you, homme? What you need dis Cajun to warn you 'bout? You handle everything, neh?"
Logan tried to look stern. It wasn't easy, given the wild bed head and bleary eyes. Ororo tried to smother a chuckle, but failed, and Jubilee pinned her with a glare.
"It's not funny, Ororo!" Jubilee growled. "We may have to consider sleeping in the living room permanently if we can't figure out how to deal with the…noise."
"Ain't like you an' de p'tite be all dat quiet neit'er," Remy snickered. Logan growled, stood up. Remy put his coffee cup down warily, looked at Logan's bristling stance, and fled the kitchen. Logan sat back down, grabbed Remy's section of the paper, and pretended to read it as Ororo and Jubilee talked.
"'Ro, please," Jubilee pleaded. "How did you manage it?"
Ororo put her cup of coffee down. "When Jean and Scott became too…enthusiastic…I sent a small rainstorm into their room," she said smugly. "They got the idea after a few nights of getting up to change their sheets at midnight."
Jubilee giggled. "Cool. That'll work. Want to come to our room tonight and do it again?"
"Absolutely not," Ororo said, thinking about the last time she'd done it. Jean hadn't stopped yelling at her for an hour. "It is not my problem, Jubilee. You must find your own solution."
"But I can't exactly tell them that they're disturbing our sleep!" Jubilee wailed. "Please, Ororo, you have to help us!"
Ororo put her cup in the sink. "Use your imagination, child," she said.
Jubilee wandered out of the kitchen and ran into Bobby sitting in the Rec Room eating cereal and watching TV. "Hey, Bobby," she said, plopping down on the couch beside him, "What do you do when a bratty sibling gets on your nerves?"
Bobby' shrugged. "Give them a taste of their own medicine," he said, never taking his eyes off the screen.
"But how do I do that to…" Jubilee's eyes lit up. "I got it! Bobby, you're the greatest!" She hugged him so hard his spine creaked, then bounced off the couch and ran out of the room. Bobby blinked, turning away from the TV for the first time. "What'd I say…Jubes?" He looked around. There was no one in the room. He shrugged and returned his attention to the TV.
* * *
Jubilee finished brushing her hair, put down her hairbrush, and listened. Logan sat moodily on their bed, switching channels, and she grabbed the remote and turned the TV off.
"Jubes, what…" he started, but she put a finger to her lips and hushed him. Seconds later, they heard giggling and whispers in the hall, and Scott and Jean's footsteps passed their door on their way into their room. There was the sound of the door closing, and silence. Logan growled, and started to get up, but Jubilee giggled, pulled him back down beside her on the bed and whispered, "You're not going anywhere. I need you for this."
"Jubes," he growled, but subsided and sat down.
The toilet in Jean and Scott's bathroom flushed, and seconds later, Logan's sensitive hearing picked up the squeak of bedsprings as they got into bed. For about ten minutes all was quiet, and Logan dared to hope that maybe the couple were going to go straight to sleep. Then…squeak. A breathless moan.
He groaned and tried to bury his head in the pillows.
Another moan, slightly higher in pitch. "Scott…" came a not-so-silent whisper.
"Jean…" Again not so silent.
Squeak. Moan. Squeak. Then a steady, rhythmic thump, thump, thump. Logan growled, grabbed his pillow, and got off the bed. His hand was resting on the doorknob when he heard Jubilee groan. He turned to her, staring in disbelief.
Her blue eyes were dancing mischievously. As he watched, she let out another moan, this time with a breathless catch to the end of it. There was silence from the next room for a moment, then a soft whisper. Then there was another of Jean's high-pitched moans. Jubilee let out one of her own, louder this time. Really loud.
Loud enough to be heard in the other room.
Logan buried his face in the pillow he held so Jean and Scott wouldn't hear him laughing. Jubilee buried her face in the blankets and giggled hysterically. This was even better, because their bed now bumped gently against the wall. She got herself sufficiently under control to moan again…and this time added a "Logan…oh, Logan!"
He fell on the bed, feeling as though he would have to laugh or his lungs would burst. The sounds from the next room stopped abruptly. Jubilee nudged him, wiggled her eyebrows at him, and said telepathically, So say something, already!
He cleared his throat, tried for a breathy moan. It came out as a croak. He tried again, and got better results this time. A raspy, breathy, growl rumbled through the room. He added her name, just for good measure. "Jubes…Oh, darlin'!"
* * *
Jean was just getting lost in the moment when Scott stopped. She sat up as he cocked his head. "Scott? What is it?" she asked.
"Did you hear that?" he asked her.
She tilted her own head, listening to the sounds of the mansion around her. "I don't hear anything. Come on." They resumed their activities.
Moments later, there was another sound. This time Jean heard it too. They both paused, and in the silence they clearly herd Jubilee say "Logan! Oh, Logan…" and then there was a gentle thump of the bed against the wall as the occupants of the other room started messing around in their bed.
Scott rolled off Jean, staring annoyed at the wall, on the other side of which Logan and Jubilee were apparently going about their business with a great deal of gusto. He made a sound of frustration and disgust, and slumped back into the pillows. "Why can't they be more quiet?"
Jean tilted her head. Odd, but she wasn't feeling anything from the other room. She reached out with her telepathy, and touched Logan's mind. She didn't sense lust. It was…merriment?
Jubilee's mind was in a similar state. And Jean wanted to laugh with them, scream at them, and throw something, all at once. They weren't even dressed for bed yet. They were doing it deliberately to throw her and Scott off so they could get some sleep.
She suppressed a giggle. So that was their game. She slipped under the covers, feeling a bit guilty about the amount of noise they'd been making. She and Scott had been so used to having empty rooms around them that they'd forgotten the lesson Ororo had taught them long ago with lightning shocks and soaked sheets. She'd apologize to Logan and Jubilee the next morning.
Scott looked at her in annoyance. "How can you sleep with all that noise going on next door?" he snapped. He didn't settle down, even when she telekinetically lifted the covers over him and twitched a pillow into place.
"Go to sleep, Scott," she said, settling into her side of the bed. "I'll talk to Jubes in the morning."
"Jubes! Oh, darlin'," Logan said. Scott turned red. Jean opened one eye, looked at him. He really was cute when he got mad.
He grabbed the book Jean had been reading from her nightstand and flung it at the wall. Jean 'heard' the laughter pick up in Jubilee's mind, and fought the urge to laugh herself. An urge that she only half-suppressed. A small chuckle escaped her lips as she said, "They're just doing it to annoy you, Scott. Go to sleep." And she slipped into his mind and telepathically knocked him out.
* * *
Logan paused, listening. He could hear nothing but even breathing. "Looks like we disrupted their fun fer tonight, Jubes."
Sh grinned triumphantly. "We'll probably get an earful from them tomorrow morning, but at least we'll get a good night's sleep," she giggled as she pulled the blankets over her. Loga got back into the bed beside her, and she was almost asleep when he said quietly, "Jubes?"
"Mmm?"
"That was clever. How'd you think of that?"
She giggled sleepily. "Something Bobby said. I asked him earlier how he would get a bratty sibling off one's tail, and he said to 'give him a touch of his own medicine'." She giggled, tucked herself under his arm. "Worked, didn't it? It stopped them."
"Yeah," Logan said, pulling her body tight against his. "Clever. I love ya, Jubes."
"I love you too, Logan."