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Following her friend off for a walk of the property the moment Sam came back, the bike looked everything it should be but even still Logan was going over it with a careful eye as the farm boy sweated bullets. It was just the distraction she needed, just enough time to get all her own thoughts together after everything that had happened in the span of just a day. Last night after enough hints and innuendo they had finally done it, they had stepped past the odd stolen kiss here and some very frisky hands that were right part with some heavy petting to just let go of all their inhibitions and throw down.
"You okay?" Marie asked, silence this long from Jubilee a sign something was very wrong indeed.
"Yep, totally okay, just skippy. Probably preggers, but hey, I'm fine." Jubilee spat, snatching a branch to snap over her knee as she stalked on to the tree line.
"Just because you had sex doesn't mean ya got pregge...pregnant." Marie huffed, catching herself a step into using some of her friends slang.
"Uh huh, he said it himself. Vic's his big brother, I mean fuck, men like that don't shoot blanks, and don't you try telling me you didn't use protection too little miss goody two shoes." Jubilee groaned, throwing up the broken halves of the branch to paff.
"Been on the pill, still used a foam." Marie confessed, having thought out her night with Logan for so long.
"See! So don't you dare try telling me I shouldn't be shitting bricks, fuck. How long until I can take a test?" Jubilee asked, spinning around on her friend.
"I think it's a couple of weeks until ya can trust them." Marie offered, the whimper enough to have her reach out for a much needed hug between them.
"There are...options..." Marie added in the embrace.
"What? The morning after pill like some easy prom queen?" Jubilee laughed, just a nod her answer.
"Roguey?" Jubilee asked after struggling for breath.
"Yeah Jubes?" Marie asked.
"I swore something to myself a long time ago, course figuring it'd be under some different circumstances than this, but that if I ever...were, you know...pregnant..." Jubilee stumbled for words, fresh tears coming again.
"You'd keep it?" Marie offered, getting a shaky nod right along with some pursed lips.
"I mean fuck, they're more than enough folks just tryin' ta kill us, register us, and do god knows what else. This just me giving them the biggest 'Fuck you' I can, I don't care how it happened, if it's for sure, then I'm in for the long haul and gonna raise 'em right." Jubilee rambled, finding some strength to stand tall with her promise to herself.
"This doesn't have ta do with the fact that if you're...pregnant, then accordin' ta Logan it's his niece or nephew." Marie warily asked.
"Oh my god that is just so fuckin' weird to hear, but yeah, there's that too. I mean fuck, if it's real, then it means Logan finally has some family. Up until you two get bumpin' ugly enough ta fuck up and pop out a mini-Mare or little Loggie." Jubilee gasped, laughing as she turned the idea back on the lady who asked it.
"I just gave it up last night Jubes, I don't need ta think about that yet!" Marie snapped.
"Whoa, back up. You mean you, and Bobby, you didn't?" Jubilee asked.
"We...fooled around, some oral both ways, but...and then we broke up and I went ta college and now I fly the damn jet and gotta patch ya idjits up!" Marie growled.
"So Logan really was your first, wow..." Jubilee breathed, flopping down on the lawn with her eyes looking sightless.
"Shit, you okay Lee?" Marie asked, her fingers finding a pulse out of habit.
"Yeah, just, wow that's kinda romantic. Makes my first sound so fucking pathetic..." Jubilee whispered.
Hugging her and whispering promises that it was anything but, Marie remembered that game of drunken truth or dare that had them in detention for a month. Doug Ramsey, in the Hole, when they thought they were all gonna die. Last they had heard from Doug he was at Oxford, a natural linguist on the fast track to taking after the only other Professor they knew.
"Guess ya just cashed in your rebound in spades." Marie laughed, the little fling Jubilee and Doug had tried to nurture doomed to fail from the start.
"Oh my god, he's gonna laugh his ass off when I call him. He always said I was lyin' about not likin' Logan! The dude's my bud. Trust him with my life, back to back in a fight, screwin' that up with some screwin' would be major groady. Not to mention everyone knew we all had a number behind you, duh. Doug's gonna ride this for years!" Jubilee whimpered, though smiling all the while at just how insane it all was.
"C'mon, lets git ya ta bed, ya might be the mommy of a future niece or nephew, we can talk about this tomorrow." Marie said with a chuckle, helping her friend on back to her feet for the walk to the school.
"Two weeks?" Jubilee asked, throwing an arm over her friend's shoulder.
"Ah hell, don't go worryin' till ya miss yer period." Marie laughed.
"Fuck me, I hate waiting." Jubilee hissed.
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Leaning out on the balcony overlooking the city, the hotel had been a favourite of his to indulge those rare times he longed to get out of the grime and filth of the gutters that so much of his work had him down in. A shift of bedsprings told him that she was awake, having tired her out long ago and leaving her to catch a nap right along with her breath. Drawing hard on his cigarette as the ember ate away at it, he flicked it into the night and waited listening to her light tread over the wood floors of the suite.
"You okay baby?"
"Dandy."
She pressed herself against him and looked past at the view, caring just about as much as he did if anyone saw them stark naked in the warm evening. He found her down in the lobby plying her trade with the careful and cunning eye of the vixen she was, something about knowing she was out on the hunt appealing to his tastes. But for the predator on the prowl he had seen the floors below, she was nothing more than cowed prey in the sheets submitting to his will as he ravaged her. It was like the club all over again, feeding his beast to find there was no sport in it, it left him unsatisfied and hungering still.
"Money's on the bureau." Victor heard her heart skip a beat, feeling the flush run through her flesh pressed against his back.
"You paid for the whole night..."
"Miller time babe, fuck off."
Closing his eyes and listening to her, the shower was quick with angry banging of the cabinets and muttered insults that slid off his back easily. Stalking out to dress, she counted twice before stuffing it in her purse and snatching up the last of her things. Sparing her a glance at hearing a pause at the door, she stood there letting a low breath out and squared her shoulders finding all her poise and grace to exit his suite just as he had found her, a temptress on the clock.
Alone at last, he made way to the liquor cabinet stocked with the best and not caring just what the bill would be, blood money was best served three fingers in an old fashioned neat, the bottle on hand for a handy refill. Slumping into a chair and savouring his first sip, unbidden came the memory of nails digging into his flesh tearing bloody rents down his back as he thrust hard and fast feeling her hot breath brush against his lips.
Having a long sip, he remembered the stab of pain as she found a way around the nearly two feet he had on her, the kiss savage and long ending with her lust-ridden eyes staring into him in all the need he knew too much about.
"And she teaches fuckin' gymnastics..." Victor growled, the possibilities swirling in his mind as his flesh roused full of longing.
Finishing his drink and pouring a fresh one, his idle clenched fist felt the bite of his claws digging deep as he fought for control. Usually staring into the eyes of a man as the life faded right with his heart beating its last pathetic patter was enough to find some slack on the leash. A follow up fuck just the thing to finish off the night, yet here he was burning through the nights pay fast feeling none of the sated satisfaction from a job well done. He knew just whose fault that was, and like he had said in the alley, it wasn't over by a long shot. Finding his glass empty he poured another.
He knew exactly what he had been looking for and it wasn't slack on the leash, he'd been looking for the fight denied him meeting his brother again and to relieve the re-invention of sex meeting someone that fought him for dominance the whole way down. All he found was disappointment and a quick payday, his broker taking a well earned cut for services rendered. Unclenching his fist and staring at his bloodied claws, the thought of his fingers tightly holding her hair as she bit his shoulder hard enough to draw blood was enough to relax and watch them vanish.
"This isn't over..." Victor whispered, recalling the echo of his own words as she stalked off.
His drink forgotten, he was on his feet and heading back to the bureau for his phone, a few awkward swipes and taps enough to make him long for a rotary dial he could get a claw into for making a call. Waiting as the phone rang, he wandered back to finish off his last swallow.
"Mister Creed?"
Shiro was a good kid, always respectful and cowed and properly cautious, the thought of what him and Bradley could have done together was one of his regrets he just had to live with. Just letting him sweat long enough, he poured the last of the bottle and walked back to the balcony enjoying the breeze between his legs.
"You got her number?" Victor finally asked.
Another thing he liked about Shiro was that he didn't waste time asking questions, he was probably wracking his mind remembering their last meeting to venture the right guess. He gave the kid time, time was one thing he had an abundance of when he was in the mood for it, and right now everything he was in the mood for would take just the right kind of cunning to pull off.
"I take it you mean Miss Lee or perhaps Miss D'Ancanto?" Shiro asked in his usual wary voice.
"Little miss Lee, but if'in ya got her friend's too I'll take it." Victor chuckled, the thought of calling Jimmy's little piece of tail full of possibility.
"No more than twenty minutes Mister Creed, and I shall call you with both." Shiro replied., dial tone droning on as the call was ended.
Figuring he probably had them on hand already but needed twenty minutes for a bit of that stuff the hippies loved so much, it still gave him time to catch a shower and maybe run through a few ideas of just what he wanted to do to his little gymnast once he got some one on one time with her.
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Author's Note : Well, I never expected the story to go this way but I hope you're all enjoying it as much as I'm having fun writing it for ya :D