Logan kissed her softly despite the tight embrace, and she shivered in response sucking in her breath sharply. The men tried to appear casual as they strolled by, but glanced sideways at them searching the shadows for their features. Dizzy from the kiss, Jubilee still had the presence of mind to mumble a string of endearments in French that the men could overhear.
Logan felt his body tighten at the taste of her, and forgot the subterfuge of the moment. Hell, who are you kidding? You've been looking for an excuse to kiss her since you saw her in the nightclub.
He didn't know what to think about what he had learned about his past tonight. It didn't ring true to him that they were just "friends". He could never be immune to this woman's charms, even if he wanted to. She had a sensuality and vitality that she tried to hide with her no-nonsense manner, but she couldn't fool him.
How can she possibly not know that she is mine?
Logan couldn't help but take a deeper taste, dipping his tongue into her mouth. She tasted hot and sweet, like honey. Jubilee trembled, fighting temptation for a moment as his tongue stroked hers. He could feel the moment her resistance melted when she whimpered softly and began kissing him back with abandon.
Jubilee couldn't think straight, her mind had shut down when Logan's lips had touched hers. She could only feel, and right now she felt wonderful and alive. Running her fingers through his hair she pulled his mouth even closer, enjoying a moment she knew would be too soon over. After all, Wolvie didn't care for her that way, and he didn't know that in his current condition. Guilt washed over her and she flushed, pulling away regretfully.
Logan, however, was not ready for the kiss to end.
Brushing his knuckles lightly along her spine, she shivered despite her sense of guilt. Persuadingly he nipped at her bottom lip, granting him entrance once again. Growling gently with satisfaction he cupped her bottom in his hands and kissed her in a way that made the previous kiss seem like a simple peck on the cheek. He knew they were in no danger; the two men had gone on their way convinced they were young lovers in their own little world. He wasn't sure they were so far off on their estimation. He wanted to forget about the anxiety and worry of the past few months and focus on what felt real. Jubilee was his, and her warm body just felt right against his.
Even so, he could feel her uncertainty with the situation and knew that they could never have been intimate. Just another puzzle to figure out. He had known this woman for only a couple hours, and yet he knew he would be with her for a lifetime. It wasn't possible that he had felt differently before, his response to her nearness was too intense.
Logan decided he didn't care about the reasons behind his past decisions. What mattered was he wanted her now, and he was going to do everything in his power to make her his. He tightened his grip on her at the thought, and a wave of possessiveness rolled over him. Jubilee could sense his change in mood, and was flabbergasted. Could it be this wasn't just an act for the search party?
"L-Logan?"
Logan looked up at her as he nibbled at a sensitive spot on her collarbone that his mouth had drifted to. "Hmmm?"
"What…are you doing? The men have gone."
Logan licked teasingly at the pulse of her neck before placing a soft kiss there. "Something I obviously should have done a long, long time ago, darlin'." He replied in a dry voice with a chuckle.
Jubilee arched her neck into his kiss without even thinking. "Logan, we shouldn't be doing this! I can't take advantage; you don't even remember what our relationship was like." She managed to catch his attention long enough for him to give her a hot look and she took a shaky breath and prayed for willpower.
"Do I look like a guy being taken advantage of, sweetheart?" Logan looked genuinely amused.
"Well, I..uhhh."
"You said it, gorgeous. We shouldn't be doing this...here, at least." Logan grinned wolfishly.
"Wolvie, you don't really mean that. You've never made any sort of advances on me in all the time I've known you. We're partners, friends, teammates...and that's it."
Logan gazed at her intensely, their eyes locked in a moment of truth.
"Its true I don't remember much of what happened to me before I arrived in Paris. Yet." He paused, emphasizing the word. "But I know in my gut that you in my arms is right, Jubes. My memory is coming back in bits and pieces. Even if I couldn't be honest with myself before, there's no reason I can't be honest with myself now."Jubilee scowled stubbornly. "This is crazy, Logan. You don't know what you're talking about; I think one of those bullets hit you in the head!"
Logan threw back his head and roared with laughter.
"Why are you being so stubborn about this? Is it so unbelievable that I find you desirable? That I want to kiss you?" He brushed aside a stray lock of hair from her forehead, gazing at her with obvious desire.
She melted a bit inside at his declaration, but held on to her last bit of willpower. "I'm freezing my buns off, Wolvie and I think the cold started to has seep into your brain. This conversation is over as far as I am concerned." Jubilee set her jaw tightly with a no-nonsense look.
"Fine, let's go somewhere warmer and more secure until we decide what to do about Katrina. But this conversation is not over." Before she could argue he pulled her towards him for one last kiss which left her breathless.
The morning sun was just rising when they checked into a hotel across town. As they entered their suite the sky was bursting into golds and peaches over the cathedral of Notre Dame. They had put quite a bit of distance between themselves and the L'Hotel Sofitel after finding the full pocketbook in Logan's overcoat.
Checking in as Monsieur and Madame Hopkins on their honeymoon from America had been easy enough with the way Logan followed her every movement with his gaze. The concierge had been enchanted by the young lovers, giving them a beautiful honeymoon suite at a discount in the name of "l'amour".
After a simple story about discovering that their luggage had been lost at the train station, the concierge had sent a chambermaid out to get them a change of clothes and some necessities. Logan had ordered from room service and the breakfast cart had groaned under the weight of the food. Croissants, chilled fruit, steak and eggs, crepes with fresh whipped cream, hot coffee and tea, it had all disappeared within a few minutes.
Logan's healing factor always sapped a lot of his energy, and Jubilee was finding the same was true of her own powers. She felt immensely better after eating, her headache fading fast as she became drowsy. The bathtub was large enough to swim in, and she had quelled the suggestive look in Logan's eyes when he teased her suggesting they conserve water. Slamming the door in his face she sank into hot bubbles to soak her tired muscles. When did Logan turn into such a perv?
As the hot water relaxed her muscles, she was unable to slow her racing thoughts. She didn't quite understand why she was so upset. She had been looking for Wolverine relentlessly for the last month, trying to keep a positive outlook but secretly thinking the worst. Seeing him in the nightclub had brought a wave of overwhelming relief. They had managed a daring escape right underneath the noses of the people who had lured her there. She should be exulting in the night's accomplishments, not jumpy and anxious.
When in doubt, blame Wolvie.
It sounded good to her, but in all honesty, not fair. His kisses had rattled her soundly near the river. She didn't remember feeling that type of passion with anyone else before, and she wasn't a virgin by any means. You aren't a thirteen year old girl enamored with your partner anymore either, Lee.
Jubilee smirked to herself beneath the scented bubbles. She had tried to forget her crush over the years, but she had never been able to. They had become friends, and knew each other better than they knew themselves. Her childhood infatuation had turned into something more as she had grown older, but she had never been willing to examine it, always forcing the thoughts far back in her mind, out of touch.
Maybe its time to act like an adult instead of just pretending to be one, you coward. You've had feelings for Logan since the moment you met. Just because you fell in love with him as a child doesn't mean the feelings you have now aren't valid ones. You know the score; you know the difference between lust and passion, infatuation and love. Fear of rejection made you keep your distance, so you never crossed the line like tonight.
Why would she cross the line though? Logan had never given any indication that he felt that way about her before. Watching his possessive nature in full force now, she didn't think it would be difficult to recognize his interest. They were friends, nothing more.
Yeah right. Friends who wrote each other daily, kept tabs on each other's every movement, and whined that you came home like clockwork. Logan was a man whose soul held many secrets, some even from himself. If he hadn't wanted her to know his attraction, he would have done a good job of hiding it, just as Jubilee had hidden her feelings from him.
God, we are a couple of idiots. Jubilee groaned, feeling stupid. They had talked every day for years, and yet they never had talked about their love interests, it was almost an unspoken rule. She now understood why. They had carried on an intimate relationship for years in their own hearts, even if they didn't recognize it as such. It also explained why she hadn't ever felt the need or pull to grow close to any of the men she had dated. It dawned upon her that she hadn't heard any sort of gossip from Paige or Jono about Wolvie dating anyone special either.
Was she building up false hope in her mind? Did she want Logan to love her so badly that she was making excuses for her own behavior?
Jubilee bit at her lip hard with frustration. It wasn't a chance she was willing to take on her own guesses and Wolverine's newfound interest in her. She would never forgive herself if she took advantage of him in this state, but……it didn't mean she couldn't pursue the possibility once his memory came back. He had said things were coming back to him in bits and pieces; she would just have to be patient for a little while longer, and stop acting like a hormonal teenager whenever they were in the same room with one another.
Smiling in satisfaction, she stretched out in the hot water content that her worries had been resolved as much as they could for now. They were warm, safe, well-fed, and had enough money to keep them comfortable for a few weeks if they were careful. Closing her eyes, she relaxed and let the bubbles work their magic.