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Chapter 17
"Your place or mine?" she joked as he took her hand and led her up the stairs. Half of her expected he might just suggest they go their separate ways. The rest figured he'd snuggle up to her in her room.
"Your choice darlin… either way I'm not too picky," he urged, voice low and guttural.
Jubilee grinned. Things were looking up judging from that gleaming feral spark in his blue eyes with pupils dilated twice their size. Also the tension in his body told her that he was hoping to get her away from any potential interruptions. She said, "Mine's closer…"
"Yeah, but I ain't keen on wadin' through the garbola, if ya don't mind," he murmured, suddenly impatient as he tugged her after him. Jubilee stifled a giggle as she stumbled and then he carried her the rest of the way.
"That's SO not fair, Logan…" she pouted.
"C'mere darlin'," he whispered. He set her down outside his door, drawing her to him for a kiss. She threaded her arms behind his head, glad that they were the same height. Reaching around her he grabbed the keys from his jacket pocket and unlocked the door. Only his arm and reflexes stopped him from toppling into her and sending them rudely on the floor.
Instead he rolled her along the wall, and kicked the door shut as he continued a rather promising kiss. His lips and tongue were sweet with whisky and soda, while hers tasted of cherry coke. She giggled, sliding her hands down and pinching his muscular backside, while his hands strayed over hers. Amused at her boldness, he nipped at her neck. She stifled a yelp, and blinked.
"Hey, I can't SEE…" she said.
"I can see just fine," he teased in the gloom.
"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, Mister 'I can see in the dark!'," Jubilee griped, more for show. He parted from her, and pushed his jacket off her arms. Shrugging out of it, she let it drop. Wolverine didn't bother to pick it up; rather he picked her up by the hips and swung her around with a playful growl.
"Hey! No fair!" she yelped, as he swung her in dizzy circles. "Put me down you dweeb!"
"That's what ya get for throwin' my jacket onna floor…"
"If you put me down, smartass, I'd pick it up! Or you could…" she said.
"Got my hands full, an' so do you," he murmured, letting her slid down his chest into his arms again.
Lips hungrily covered hers, nibbling on the bottom of her mouth. She yelped in excitement, grasping the back of his neck to hold the kiss as long as she could. Then she became aware of being carried further into the darkness. Only the silver light of stars and moonlight beamed in from the slats of the Venetian blinds. Strong hands set her on a yielding surface, and then reached down to pull her boots off. They were Harley boots, high heeled lady versions of the sort he sported now.
Soft silk whispered under her fingers, and she shivered when she realized she was sitting on the Japanese silk bedspread she'd seen so many times. For a time he had sneaked into her boudoir to snuggle in her twin bed, so to keep nosy people from barging into her business. It was rarer however for him to share his room with her.
Weight shifted dramatically when he sat next to her and tugged his own boots off. She then felt him reach for her again. Jubilee kissed him gently at first, and then gasped when he pulled her down on top of him. He rolled her over diagonally so they were both in the center of his full bed; Jubilee sprawled over with her knees to the side.
Insistently she tugged at the buttons of his flannel shirt. He put his hands on top, and she realized he was encouraging her to tug his shirt out of his jeans. From the way he was yanking at her own shirt, she knew it was okay to keep going. Slowly she fumbled with the buttons, her fingers shaking. Patiently he lay there, keeping his arms at his sides till she pulled the halves apart and ran her hands over his chest covered in just a cotton T-shirt. He shrugged out of the flannel, tossing it aside. Then she raised her arms as he tugged her own baby doll T-shirt up and off her head. Fingers reached down to undo her belt and unsnap her jeans. She stood up for a moment, slyly shimmying out of them to his amused chuckle.
He seized her by the waistband of her lacey boy shorts panties, tugging her back down on top of him. She giggled, "I think like someone's REALLY getting impatient here… Doncha?"
"You think, babe?" he murmured.
"I don't think, I know," she purred, then yelped with a shrieking giggle as he caressed her bare sides. He flipped her over onto the center of the bed, sitting briefly on top of her pelvis as he straddled her. Only for a moment did she feel the full weight of three hundred pounds till he bracketed her hips with his denim clad thighs and braced hands on either side of her shoulders.
"Ya smell so nice, Jubes," he whispered, nosing into her hair. She gasped as he kissed the hollow of her throat, nipping and nuzzling as he traveled down to between her breasts. Then down her belly to where he kissed her bellybutton and then traveled back with soft licks. Her taste was sweet on his lips, and she groaned with the hot breath fanning her bare goose-pimpling skin.
Involuntarily she shifted her legs. Up and down his back she massaged his powerful muscles. Feeling the protuberances of his massive spine, she then briefly pinched his backside. "Tell me what you want… how much or little… tell me when t' stop darlin… because I don't want ya to be scared…"
"I'm not scared, dude, are you KIDDING?" she whispered, and he groaned as she slid both her legs around one of his. Although she could tell from his heavy breathing that he was getting into the mood, he could control it far more exquisitely than most of the boys she must have been with.
"I know what ya want, and that's fine with me darlin, but… do you want my help?" he asked.
"I so want this," she whispered, and let him roll over so he was partly on his back, and she was free to slide up and down his leg with a sigh of contentment. "And I don't feel insulted if you want to show me what to do… please… I want it SOO bad…"
His hands were firm but steady, avoiding forbidden territory till he heard her whispered consent. He whispered, "Show me what you like… it's right an' natural for a girl to show a guy how she likes to be touched…"
"Thanks, Logan…" she added with a soft kiss on his lips, and took his hand where she wanted it to go the most.
Unusual, but extremely satisfying, he chuckled to himself. He wished more women would think of telling their lovers what they wanted instead of letting the guy fumble around, and make the woman feel like she was being used. That is unless there was some other reason for it that involved the woman's consent.
"I so want you to you know… whatever," she pleaded.
"I want to make you feel happy, darlin… don't ever be afraid t' tell me what you want or like."
"It's just that I guess, I assumed you'd like know since you've been with women before…" she trailed off. "I kinda assumed you'd automatically know and make it like some kinda lesson..."
"Maybe so, but that don't mean that this ain't special t' me now, an' this isn't a Danger Room drill, it's about two people getting to know each other more closely... not a damn contest," he kissed her softly, and pulled his hand from where it was.
"Um you want me to um… too… I mean I kinda have an idea how…" she trailed off.
"You don't have to do anything to impress me Jube, cause I'm just happy knowing ya wanna be with me in this way. But I wanna go slow, get you used t' being with me like this, cause I don't wanna mess this up… it's far too important to blow…"
"Speaking of," she teased and they both laughed. Yet as she lowered her head, he stopped her.
"Ya don't have to. Only when yer ready…" he said.
"But I want to please you too…" she pouted.
"This ain't just about me pleasing you or you pleasing me…if yer nervous an' not ready, I'm sure as HELL not gonna make you do it. Whether ya done it to anyone else or not I could care less, I just want you to feel safe with me… because ya deserve it darlin…" he whispered. She smiled gently, and laid her head on his chest.
"And right now I'd love ya to get familiar with me in a different way… but I don't wanna embarrass ya or make you scared… I want this to be equal like…" he added, kissing her lips and then down to her neck.
"So let's stop talking and show me," she whispered, as he lay back. He thrust his hands behind his head, while his other guided her hand to help unfasten the confining articles of his clothes.
"Move over, Jubes," he urged, tugging at the blankets under her body. Clad only in boxers he slid between the covers, holding his hand out to her. Jubilee slid underneath the covers next to him. Overtop her legs he slid one of his, laying mostly on his stomach with his arm thrown over her.
A light growling rumbled him. That sensation of her small fingers caressing his body was enough to almost make him lose control then and there, but he redirected it. He replaced his hand with hers, and his fingers on her wrist were showing her just the right amount of pressure and the motions that he preferred for the desired result. Through clenched teeth he hissed, whispering his. While he could well continue this indefinitely, she was trying so hard, and he wanted her to know that he loved this new step in their relationship.
It was still very dark when she felt herself jolt awake. Jubilee raised her head, and then let it drop. It registered that she wasn't in her room, and the reason why came back, bringing a smile to her lips. Sometime in the night she had turned over, and was pressed closely with her chest to his. His legs were tangled underneath hers, and one of hers was wrapped partly over his hip. His head was pillowed on one of her arms while she weighed down the one under her body. His other arm was thrown overtop her body, holding her down while her other hand draped over his shoulders.
All she wanted to do was remain here in the bed, hugging Wolverine tightly to her. He seemed so safe and at peace in her arms. Jubilee wanted to laugh for joy at that moment, because she knew that the instant he woke up, he'd comment upon their present entanglement. Strange memories stirred of such intimacy, and at last she knew what was causing the joy she saw one everyone's faces.
"Ohh jeez Wolverine," she whispered. All objections to why she shouldn't go the last steps shattered. Despite old-fashioned sensibilities she ached for that completion.
"The name's Logan," he mumbled in his sleep and she felt his arms tighten. Swallowing hard she felt her body crushed more against his, and then the hot pressure of his lips on hers. Shock and relief filled her, and she let his tongue slide through their lips to give her the kiss she had ached for. Rolling over with his weight he pressed her down harder into the mattress. She yelped.
"Omigod," she gasped.
"Cripes, Jubes…" he gasped, jolting awake. With panic he glanced down at her, holding himself off her body with a shaking hand.
"It's no big deal, Logan… it's okay… chill," Jubilee urged. "Whatever dream you were having I sure as hell wish I was on the receiving end…"
"Damn," he mumbled, closing his eyes. "No tellin' what I coulda done if I…"
"You still can, hot stuff… do I look ticked to you?" Jubilee said as she glanced up at him.
"But I'd said I'd wait darlin'… an' here I go an almost take ya in yer like some damn animal…" he snarled, rolling off of her to grab a fistful of hair and tug at it furiously.
"Logan, shut up, will you?" Jubilee snapped at him. "Dude, if you say one more thing to diss yourself I swear I'll totally paff the living crap outta you!"
That shouted comment snapped him out of his self-deprecating rant. There wasn't anything he could say to object to that determined angry look in those sapphire blue eyes. Finally he mumbled, "Still don't make it right, darlin'…"
"Gimme a break, will ya? I know you got this whole hang-up about honor an' stuff, but we're in a major mondo relationship, right? And you did wake up before you up an' jumped my bones, but even if you did, I wouldn't complain. I so want it, and you do too, so what's the big DEAL?"
"Cause you mean way more t' me than a fast screw," he said sheepishly.
"I so know that, Logan, and it makes me really um… you know l… want you all the more," she said quietly. Reaching over she caressed his cheeks and leaned into him for a kiss.
"I feel the same way darlin'… an' I want it to be special…"
"Get a clue, any time with you is special… I never in a zillion years thought I'd even be here with you now," Jubilee said softly.
"But there's only one first time, darlin…" he whispered.
"We don't know when we'll be alive to wait for it, Wolverine… I want to be yours… so we'll have lots of times for this… I wanna wake up next to you for the rest of my life, dude… I…" she trailed off.
"I love ya too, Jubilation," he murmured, prompting tears to surface in her eyes. She lay back, pressing up on him as he turned over on his side, taking her with him again. Arching her neck as he drew his hand lightly over her body.
"Logan… I want my first time to be with you. First and ONLY time," she coed, reaching up to him.
His nose was buried in her hair, and his lips had captured her in a kiss. Rolling her over and shifting weight so she was buried under him partly. Hard kisses made her burn. "Then it's worth waiting for the right time," he whispered.
"All right, you sentimental goofball," she relented, kissing the tip of his nose. "I'll stop buggin ya! I did say I'd wait…"
"There are OTHER things we can do," he whispered to her.
"I'm interested… VERY interested," she giggled.
Thankfully he had a full bed, and not a twin like mine, Jubilee thought as she blinked awake from a deep sleep. If she squinted she could see that battered alarm clock reading 9:02 just about now. A smile came over her lips, and then she felt a sense of dread come over her. Was she making things worse for him when he had tried so hard to make things good with Cyclops? There were two telepaths in the house, and they must know by now what had transpired between her and Logan.
"Oh jeez I forgot… I don't want anything to ruin this…" she whispered.
He blinked and said, "Won't happen. If they give you or me any crap, I'm gonna have a little chat with 'em… and give 'em some pointers to mind their own business. Especially since half the people on this team are getting one another laid… they have no damn room to talk…"
"But I just can see Scott saying some garbola about me being underage."
"You ain't. Last time I checked you were legal …" he said.
"One hell of a home coming present…" she chuckled. "But still… I can't believe I only thought of it till two days ago…"
"No objections. And anyway, it could be worse… they could have you n' the CAJUN to bitch about…" Logan muttered as he wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly to him in the bed. A knock at the door scared the living daylights out of Jubilee, and he gently kissed her to keep her quiet, pulling the covers around them both.
"Logan, you there?" Scott's voice asked.
"If I was here would I flamin answer," he grumbled. "Whaddaya want, Slim?"
"Just wondered if you knew where Psylocke and Warren were…" he asked, muffled through the wood.
"How on Earth should I know? Why doncha get Jeannie to psi scan n' find out…" Wolverine muttered, turning over to rest Jubilee's head on his chest.
"She already did, but since Betsy is a telepath… and they didn't call in…" Scott said.
"Cyke, didn't ya say this was a WEEKEND?" Logan bellowed. "Knock it off with the type A before I give ya a whole outline not to disturb me!"
"Sorry Logan… didn't mean to interrupt your sleep. I know how cranky you get…" Scott said sheepishly. Jubilee groaned as she felt Logan releasing her mouth, blushing profusely.
"Of all the flamin stupid…" he growled, burying his head in her shoulder.
"It is kinda funny… but he said Jean psi scanned… do you think…" Jubilee blinked.
"Logan…" came Jean's voice in his head, and he groaned.
"Not so damn loud Red… please… it's friggin early…" Wolverine pleaded, speaking aloud, then shutting his mouth to try and form words in his mind.
"Don't worry Logan. I know about you two…" came Jean's voice, tinged with amusement.
"Jeannie, it ain't just some thing… I mean you all know we're in a relationship, an' a comitted one t' boot… so I just went an extra step and did a little horsing around…"
"I never said you were, Logan," said Jean.
"I got sick of sneakin' around. Only reason I'm keeping this hush-hush is cause I don't wanna make things awkward for Jubes here…"
"I didn't tell Scott Jubilee was in your room. I figured you would do so on your own… and besides it's none of his business. Why do you think he and I are planning on moving into the boat house? It's not just for the view. Jubilee's old enough to make her own decisions. Professor X would say as long as your relationship doesn't endanger the team, it is allowed. How many times do you think I sneaked off with Cyclops…"
"Ya made yer point. The kid's scared stiff that everybody's gonna flamin' say no…" Logan thought clearly.
"Most of the mansion does already have a good idea. We talked about this yesterday. They know better than to meddle in your private business considering the consequences," Jean reminded him.
"Good. Cause frankly this place can get pretty claustrophobic…And I don't wanna get outta this bed anytime soon cause frankly I think I've earned a flamin' holiday…" he added with a chuckle.
"That you have. I'll go down and get you some breakfast. Hank's cooked something… and Storm is fast asleep so you don't have to worry about her. Rogue and Gambit aren't awake yet."
"Don't worry yerself Jeannie. I could go…" Logan suggested.
"I'll be more than happy to leave a tray by your door…" said Jean with a telepathic laugh. And Logan… my congratulations to you two on your first real date…"
"Thanks Red," he said with a smile.
"Um, that was Jean, right?" Jubilee guessed.
"Yes," he nodded. "And it's okay. She's covered for us. And if she's okay with it, you know she'll find some way of getting Slim okay with it… so relax…"
Wolverine growled that they had to surface and face the other X men later that day, not the next. Although he'd love to continue to cement their growing bond, it was difficult to do that without nourishment, healing factor notwithstanding. Somehow he knew by having Jean on his side, the other X-Men would warm to the idea of him being a couple with Jubilee. Her approval provided that much needed closure on an unrequited love that lasted years.
"I'm not normally into this junk, but today…" Jubilee muttered at the appearance of cholesterol-laden goodness like bacon, sausage, and egg sunnyside up with hot toast.
"You know he loves the protein, darlin… it's the same damn thing he eats every day…" Wolverine laughed through a mouthful of egg, which he washed down with plenty of black coffee. The tray set nicely on the foot of his bed, and she was sitting with her head resting against his bare chest, his legs around her hips. Not wanting to be separated from him they were eating in bed, feeding each other and generally enjoying the mutual afterglow and work of the healing factor which she was sure was part of the whole well being.
She shivered as his tongue licked her fingers after he nibbled a piece of bacon, and leaned up over him with a wink. Jubilee was stunned with how much food they ate till she consumed at least half what he did, and that was enough to feed a linebacker.
"Just a minute…" she said.
"Don't start somethin' I can't finish," he warned as she got up, and crossed the room. He saw his green robe wrapped around her body when she returned in a few minutes, and reached up for her as she lay down and kissed him again.
"If Magneto himself were gonna attack, I wouldn't care," Jubilee laughed. "I'm so damn happy…"
"So am I," he agreed. "Now help me finish the rest of this stuff so's I can dump it in the hall…"
"What you mean you don't push it under the bed like other people and store it for later… I'm tempted to look for pizza takeout boxes under there…"
"Hey where are ya goin?" he protested when she hung down over the side and grabbed the coverlets to look under.
"No pizza boxes, just other junk… hey are these ammo boxes? Sheesh you got enough junk to make Charlton Heston jealous! You really some lifetime NRA member or something?" she teased.
"Claws make too much noise sometimes," he chuckled, and tugged her back up.
"It's bad feng suai to keep stuff under the bed. Though you of ALL people should know that…"
"Too much crapola in the closet," he shrugged. "Besides, that's the ONLY stuff under there…"
"Hope you're not expecting me to help ya sort through it…"
"I've seen your room. It's a disaster area…" he laughed, folding his arms behind his head after shifting the tray to the floor.
"Hey!" she pouted, and stopped herself before elbowing him. She made a fist and lightly bopped his chest instead.
"Wanna make somethin' of it?" he winked.
"I should be saying that," she said as she tackled him and he rolled over with a playful snarl. This led to another kiss, which Logan reluctantly broke.
"Dammit, they just don't know when ta quit. Why doncha go get in the shower n' get it running… I'll deal with whoever that is…" he whispered. Jubilee tiptoed across the floor, tying Logan's robe around her as she went. When she vanished inside and pulled the door to, Logan lay down again and heard the shower running.
Again there came the knock, and he bellowed, "Whaddaya want! I already know yer there…"
"Could you please tell Jubilee to come down to lunch before it's all gone?" came Storm's voice. "I kept knocking at her door, but there wasn't any answer…"
"Sorry to snap at ya Roro… just caught me in the middle of something…" he apologized.
"Sorry to interrupt your shower, Logan," came Ororo's laugh.
"If I see her I'll send her down…" said Logan.
"Thank you… I just don't want her to miss her meals, considering we never know what can happen next. And she and I were going shopping with Rogue, there was a big spring sale at the Bonton and she insisted we take her with…" said Storm.
"I take it you were delayed cause of something yourself…" Logan said with a laugh.
"Er, you could say that… but could you please keep it between us till we've said something…" said Storm. "I think you've already guessed Forge spent the night…"
"My lips are sealed darlin, you know that," Logan chuckled.
"Best of luck to you, and Jubilation," added Storm with a hint of a chuckle in her voice.
"See ya later…" Logan said. "Enjoy!"
"You as well, my friend…" she said.
Laughing to himself, Logan lay back and waited for her to finish in the shower. Hopefully there was some hot water left by the time he checked on her. Perhaps she would feel comfortable enough to have him join her? Either way it would be interesting. A frown came over his face when he reviewed the events leading up to this major breakthrough. Would Frost devise a sufficient enough punishment for Monet and Everett? Or would Wolverine himself have to take matters into his own hands to teach them a lesson? Knowing Banshee, he probably had advised Frost to take care of the matter already. Such casual use of their powers would have to be dealt with sometime. If not by him, than Professor X, or someone else.
