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Chapter 11
Groggily, Jubilee opened her eyes. The sound that had awoken her was French singing emitting from her bathroom. She groaned and surveyed her trashed room and groaned once more.
"This sucks!" she shouted into the emptiness of her room from her position on a mattress on the floor occupying the space where her comfortable bed used to reside. Bloody Cajun bastard!
With this thought she scrambled out of her blankets and marched to the shared bathroom door. She knocked loudly three times. The French singing continued. Out of patience, Jubilee burst into the bathroom.
"Can you hurry the hell up with your shower?" she yelled grumpily through the fog of steam before her.
She was pleased to note the singing abruptly stopped. She dimly heard the taps being turned off but was utterly surprised when the vision of an athletically built man emerged from the mist. God, but does he have a nice chest? She almost swooned! Control yourself, Jubilee! As the steam began to recede, Jubilee ignored Remy's unamused expression and allowed her eyes to freely roam over his body . . . his defined cheek bones . . . strong neck . . . muscled arms . . . chiselled chest . . . narrow hips . . . woah! Jubilee whirled around muttering a mantra in her head: Look no lower, look no lower! She grabbed the nearest towel in sight and flung it back in his general direction.
"Learn some modesty, Cajun," she snapped waspishly. Do I have to sound so breathless?
"You should learn some manners. You never heard of knocking before entering?"
"I knocked. You didn't hear it coz you were too busy singing so damn loud! You decent?"
Remy grunted and Jubilee turned back around to once more admire his hard chest. She barely heard what he said next.
"You no like Remy's singing? Hm?"
"What? No! I no like Remy's singing. And now you've managed to steam out the entire bathroom and probably used up all the hot water in the process! Could you leave so I can have my shower?"
Remy obliged grumpily.
"Remy sing well," She heard him mutter in protest as he stalked out. Idiot. Jubilee quickly undressed and stepped into the shower which for the first time in months smelt undeniably male. She sighed and turned the taps on ushering in another typical day in the Xavier mansion.
In another shower, in another wing of the mansion, Rogue was running her hands over the wet back of a very aroused Wolverine. He was presently kissing her senseless while he rocked gently inside her. Her body shuddered as she broke one more against him. She moaned deliciously into his mouth. Logan's lips moved away from her kiss-swollen lips to nuzzle her neck while pounding into her more violently, seeking the release he was aching for. Rogue's wanton cries and her clawing of his back only drove him higher and it was not long before he too shattered and joined her in sexual ecstasy.
It was a while before their heavy breathing abated and he slowly lowered her back to the ground. He still held her close as he lathered her back and arms with a soapy sponge as the shower spray pummelled his back.
"Logan," she breathed in tenderness without anything else appropriate to say.
"Hush, baby," he replied gently.
After they had bathed one another and had towelled dry, Rogue asked from the safe enclosure of his arms, "Are you really upset that I know Remy?"
Logan grunted non-commitally.
Rogue realised she wasn't going to get any further with this subject so she aptly changed topic.
"We'd better hurry or we'll be late for the meeting. Can you tell me what it's about now or what?"
Logan smiled dynamically and strutted into the bedroom to get dressed, leaving Rogue staring with growing annoyance at his retreating back. Damn the man!
"If I may have all your attention," Professor Xavier called for silence in his office.
The room was filled with X-men with varying experience and talent: Jean, Cyclops, Storm, Wolverine with Rogue, Jubilee, Ice-man (Bobby), Kitty, the Beast and Gambit as a recent addition.
"Thank you all for being here. I'll make this talk short and to the point. Gambit has long been an informant for me among the ranks of the Brotherhood, particularly essential when the development of a certain machine was discovered. You may recall when Rogue first came to the mansion, the scheme Magneto concocted to turn the entire world into mutants?"
"He's not doing the same thing again is he?" Jubilee interrupted. "Can't bad guys steal some originality?"
"Thank you Jubilee," the Professor interjected, ending her rant. "Yes, Magneto is trying his success again at the same plan but at a much larger, better formulated and more efficient attack. The device her been modified so that he is not drained and greatly magnifies his abilities. However, I think it would be wise to consider the safety of Rogue a serious priority. Also . . ."
The Professor had trailed off turning to stare into the garden outside his office windows.
"Professor?" Jean asked tentatively.
"Hm . . . It's nothing. I just can't help feeling that this is too simple. Something's not quite making sense."
"I'm sure everything will reveal itself, Professor," Jean assured him.
The Professor looked distracted for a moment longer before replying, "You're right, Jean. We've defeated this before, we can do it again. Gambit has informed me that the Brotherhood is planning to transport the machine to the optimal location in Washington at the end of the month - which coincides with the UN summit. That gives us a little more than three weeks to concoct a counter-mission. The main aim will be to intercept them avert certain disaster and possible total destruction of mankind altogether. So, nothing we've never had to do before."
This comment provoked a light laughter from the X-men assembled. Only the Wolverine still looked grim. He sensed with every fibre of his being something suspicious was going unnoticed and it in anyway involved his Marie, the culprit would have hell to pay. Soon after, the X-men were dismissed.
"You alright sugar?" Rogue asked worriedly. Wolverine looked positively feral.
Logan gazed into her anxious eyes and nodded the affirmative, bestowing a quick kiss on her full lips before marching down the corridor to his left.
"Gotta rush to my classes, see you at lunch!" he called back.
He had accepted a job as physical combat instructor at the school and enjoyed his job far more than he would ever admit.
Marie watched him go and the other X-men disperse except for Jean, Jubilee and Remy. Professor Xavier wheeled out of his office and proceeded with Jean to the entrance of the secret elevator shaft leading to the underground X-men base. He stopped in the elevator and turned to face Marie.
"Will you make sure Remy gets a tour around the mansion so he can familiarise himself with his surroundings?" he asked Rogue.
"I'll see to it, Professor," Marie replied.
With that, the elevator door shuttered closed and Marie was left with two mutants glaring angrily at one another.
"So, how did you two get on last night?" Rogue asked innocently.
Jubilee stared daggers at her 'former' best friend.
"I'm not talking to you," she pronounced and stalked off down one of the corridors, leaving Marie alone with Remy.
"How are you today, ma cherie? Did you miss Remy last night?" he crooned.
Marie reminisced the night before and concluded that there was no one she thought of but Logan as they entertained the evening away in each other's arms. Marie decided not to answer his question.
"Let's start with the classrooms," she began as she led him down one of the many corridors.
Rogue had just finished showing Remy the medical wing while simultaneously rebutting all his attempts to flirt with her, when the 11 o'clock bell rang.
"Oh damn. Remy, I have to go to a lesson," she apologised.
"Dat's alright. Remy can take care of himself."
"But your tour . . ." Marie began before catching sight of a friend in the distance. "I have an idea! Jubilee can continue the tour and take you to lunch – she has a free period."
Remy's face visibly paled. "Er – dat's alright – Remy can show himself round. It'd be no problem."
"Don't be silly. Jubes! Jubes!" Marie called. She rushed to greet her friend, had a heated argument in which the words "He blew up my bed!" rang out clearly in protest, then rushed off to her lessons.
Over the expanse of the corridor, Remy and Jubilee stared hatefully at one another. After a moment, Jubilee stalked over to Remy.
"It appears I have to continue you tour," she attempted to be polite.
"Don' worry. Remy don't want to carry on his tour with you."
"Well, apparently neither of us has a choice. Let's go," she ordered before she stormed away, secretly hoping he wouldn't follow. No such luck.
A/N: I know its been ages since an update. I'm a bad person. looks away ashamed However, I am determined to finish this story. It's kinda amusing to see how crappy the first few chapters were so thanks to everyone who has braved through that and I hope its improving. I'll probably continue to edit previous chapters as I continue with this. Hope you enjoyed it! xx