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Waiting
by Dizi
Part 3 (Wolverine's POV): Catching Up To Jubilee
On the way to Texas, I pull out her letter to me again. I've kept it with me since she left. I read it alot at first. Then I just had to keep it with me. I never told her and I will probably never tell anyone, but I have every note she ever gave me. Even the 'gone to the store be back in a hour' notes. Got them hidden behind my dresser. Its got a false back. Not this one, though. I think this one will either stay with me or maybe we can burn it together. I'll see what she says.
I have thought those words alot. I'll see what Jube says. I can say her name now. It hurt too much before. But I just don't care what anyone else thinks or feels about anything, even myself, just Jubilee.
When I get to her apartment no one is there and at first I start to panic. But the lock on the door is a joke and I go in. I breath a sigh of relief when I see she's just out not gone again.
So I sit down to wait for her. Cyke's waiting in the Blackbird. He said Jubes and me should have some time alone. We've had our differences but he came through for me. I don't know if any of the others would just sit and wait. I know I wouldn't. But he's good at that sort of thing. I never appreciated it before.
I can't sit anymore and I start looking around. The place looks like a dump. But I see touches of her all over. It makes me feel good inside. I see the bright colored clothes. Snapshot of me working on my ride, the cabin, the mansion, other places I recognize from looking for her. The only one with a person in it is the one of me.
On the bed is a shirt of mine I thought was lost. It doesn't smell like me anymore but maybe its a comfort to her. I can only hope.
The place doesn't smell like anyone except her and Storm, so she must not have guests often. Its a one bedroom so its really one big room with the kitchen and living room broke up by a counter, a bedroom and the bathroom's a little closet you gotta go into the bedroom to get to. It looked like she had started packing, or never finished unpacking.
I had just sat down again facing the door, when it opens and there she is. She must have been to the store because she's got a couple grocery bags. She just looks at me for a long moment and then must of remembered the bags cause she closes the door and puts them on the counter. She still doesn't say anthing just starts putting the groceries away. I go with her and help as best I can.
She left out the fixings for dinner, I guess, cause she starts cooking while still putting things away. She must not have had any objections to me staying since she was cooking enough for me too.
I start setting the table and while she takes up the food. We both kept stopping and just looking at each other. Couldn't help it I guess. She's a good cook, guess she learned at some point. She also knows what I like. Ya know, I don't really know what she likes. Used to be pizza and burgers, but I doubt its the same anymore. She's grown up.
As we eat, we still don't speak. I notice she cooked both steaks rare and left the potatoes plain. I wonder if she did it for me or because she likes it that way too.
I can't stop looking at her. She cut her hair. I'm not one of those guys who tells a woman how to keep her hair. It's real pretty the way it is, though. I like it short, its just I had been picturing her with that long hair. She's also got three more holes in her ears and one in her eyebrow. I wonder if there's any significance to that.
We finish eating at the same time and I clear the table and wash the dishes. She started to protest, but I just raised my eyebrow, and she stands there quiet while I work. After all, she cooked and I don't want her to think I need her to wait on me. I want us to share, not her do all the work. Maybe it's symbolic. She's my partner. Hopefully, my life partner.
After I finish, I walk up behind her, rub her shoulders. She leans into me closing her eyes. We've been together for over an hour now and neither of us have spoken. I put my arms around her, marveling at how good she feels. She's just a bit taller than me in the heels she's wearing, but it puts her in just the right place for me to lean in and smell that spot on her neck I like. She shudders as I slowly inhale her unique fragrance. I see the tears running down her face as I turn her around. I rest one hand on face, just holding it there, touching her.
I kiss her softly on the lips. I kept telling myself not to, but I had to kiss her. Finally, she opens her eyes as though drinking in the sight of me. Really seeing me.
There's so much we need to say but the only words I can think of are the ones I have been wanting to say since before I left for those three weeks more than a year ago.
"I love you."
end part 3
note:
Huntress-X: Again here ya go! Thanks.
XX: Thanks to you too!
Sandy: I am feeling much better. When I first wrote it, I think it was like therapy. When I was done I felt much better. Maybe posting it did the same thing this time. Course it might have been the meds.
This one is shorter but to the point. Jubilee's POV on Wolverine's arrival is next.
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Dizi
