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Respite	By : Nemain Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Het - Male/Female Views: 2799 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Respite (NC-17)
Disclaimers: If you recognize it, it’s not mine. I make no profit from this work of fan
fiction which uses characters and settings from Marvel and WB. Further, this is an adult rated fic because
it contains SEX!!! Yep, sweaty,
moaning, nekkid sex. Or something
similar. Maybe “I can’t believe it’s
not sex!” for you celibate types. At
any rate, be ye warned. Flames will be
returned with a nice, swift smack.

A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse and Uberbeta…feeling better? Readers/Reviewers: This be for Morgan, who
is a fellow Remy/Jubes fan and bemoans the lack of R/J-ness in the world. This is set in the Foreververse
but…still! LOL

“What’re
you doing?”
Remy
sighed. “You early…” He turned off the water and sat back on his
heels. “You were s’posed ta be another
hour…”
Jubilee
raised a brow. “I finished early. Kurt broke the beam…don’t ask.” She leaned against the doorframe of her
bathroom and asked slowly, “So…to what do I owe the honor of you using my
bathroom and…” she sniffed, “girly smelling bubbles?”
Remy stood
and crossed to her in a fluid motion, pulling her into the small bathroom and
shutting the door behind her. Hers was
one of the few rooms that actually had a tub, something Kitty and Rogue often
groused about but Jubilee guarded zealously.
He looked mildly chagrined at being caught out but did not let it affect
his words. “You been workin’ too hard
lately, chere, an’ I wanna help you relax…”
As he spoke, he slipped his fingers under the hem of her sweaty shirts,
tugging inexorably upwards.
Jubilee
tensed momentarily. She l Rem Remy. She
loved having sex with Remy. She loved
that Remy loved having sex, especially with her. But right now, what she really loved, was the idea of a nap. “Babe, I just don’t feel like…”
“Shhh,” he
ordered, pulling her shirt over her head.
“You study too hard, you practice too hard…I ain’t hardly seen you in
two week, you know dat?”
Jubilee
blushed slightly as he peered down at her, his nimble fingers unfastening her
bra. “State tournament is in a week and
I have midterms…” She shivered as the
cool air of the room danced over her skin.
Remy’s fingers skated down her sides to the waistband of her shorts,
tugging gently. “And I really need a
nap…”
“Bath
first, den a nap, eh?” He knelt,
pulling her shorts down with him. A
n to to her ankle made her step free of the fabric and he put them and her
shirt and bra into the hamper.
She
experienced a strange sense of vertigo as Remy stood again, taking her by the
hand and leading her to the steaming tub.
Part of her was confused—usually, naked her meant naked Remy, or at
least naked fun bits of Remy. She was
too tired to do much more than put up a token protest, though, and let him help
her into the tub. The water was almost
too hot, but her muscles seemed to beg for the water as she sank down into the
bath. Her body felt immediately limp
and heavy, her eyes feeling as if they were full of sand. “Remy, seriously, what’s going on? Did you fuck up or something?”
He groaned
inwardly. “Shhh.”
“But…”
“Shhh!” He picked up the sponge on the side of the
tub and dipped it into the bubble-filled water. Jubilee stared frankly at him as he hovered over her for a
moment, hesitating. She shivered anew
as he ran the wet, soapy sponge down her bacurliurling like a cat and sighing
gently. “You been workin’ too hard,” he
began, pausing to shove his sleeves up to his elbows, “an’ all I been doin’ is
sittin’ here, readin’ de paper an’ playin’ video games wid Bobby an’ St John.”
“That’s not
true,” she murmured, the water-borne lethargy making her words heavy and
slow. “You’ve been helping Logan in the
Danger Room and I saw you practicing with your bo yesterday…” She stretched and arched again as Remy
dipped the sponge back into the water, re-wetting it.
“Mais dat
ain’t nothin’. Dats jus…playin’.” He smiled sheepishly. “Ain’t a whole lot goin’ on ‘round here, eh? Not like I can ver’ well go out an’ steal somethin’
jus’ ta break de monotony…” He avoided
her curious gaze as he carefully soaped her arms, trailing the sponge down her
stomach to dip back into the water, then slowly through the space between her
breasts. Her shudder did not go
unnoticed, but he schooled his features to careful neutrality. That was not the intent of the afternoon, he
reminded himself. This was about her,
not him or even them. Jubilee shifted
restlessly, her eyes hooded as she looked up at him from under heavy
lashes. “Bien. Tu es finis…”
She was
disappointed, no meo mention cold, when he stood and held out his hand to help
her to her feet. She rose, dripping
water in perfumed sheets and rivulets, trying not to shiver in the cold air of
the room. She stepped out of the tub
onto the bathmat and clenched her teeth as he grabbed a towel from the rack by
the door, dropping to his knees before her.
“I can dry myself,” she chattered.
“Je sais,”
he replied, already rubbing at her feet and legs with the cloth. “Mais je suis ici…”[1]
Jubilee
stood still as she could, letting Remy dry her slowly. He reached for a dry towel and wrapped it
around her before opening the door leading to her room. She raised an eyebrow at him but he merely
smiled and gestured her onward. She shrugged. “Might as well.”
Remy rolled
his eyes slightly, still smiling.
“Can’t I jus’ do somethin’ nice for you widdout you bein’ so
doubtful?” He moved ahead of her and
guided her to her bed, motioning for her to lay down. She gave him an incredulous look again but did as she was
directed, laying on her stomach on the bed.
Remy sat next to her, grabbing the bottle of oil from the bedside
table.
She jumped
a little as the cold oil trickled across her back but she soon sighed as his
hands warmed it, working the knots out of her sore muscles, smoothing across
her skin like wraiths one moment and hard as iron the next. She felt the familiar frisson of tense heat
begin low in her belly as his hands moved over her, his breath close against
her neck as he leaned down. “That feels
nice,” she sighed, sinking into the mattress, torn between arousal and sheer
relaxation.
Remy was
hard to the point of pain, but he did not let his lips graze her skin as he
wanted to, did not let his tongue dart out to taste the supple warmth of her
body beneath his hands, did not let his eyes linger overlong on the slight
curve of her lower back and the two dimples over the swell of her backside… He
sighed and forced his attention back to the task at hand, namely giving Jubilee
at least a short respite from her hectic schedule of studying and
practicing. She sighed and he had to
bite his tongue to keep from making a suggestion or even giving in and kissing
the curve of the nape of her neck.
Jubilee
stretched like a cat, feeling as if her muscles had been replaced by living
warmth, totally without form or substance.
She felt heavy and light at the same time, deliciously adored as Remy
touched every inch of her back reverently, his breath teasing the soft skin of
her neck and the shell of her ear. She
found it quite easy to forget she had a midterm in less than twenty four hours
and her uneven parallel bar work was still, in her mind, sloppy. Jubilee murmured her pleasure as his hands
slid to her hips, kneading and stroking the flesh there, barely touching the dip
of her lower back as he massaged her tense muscles. With a slight mewl of satisfaction, she twisted from under his
light grasp and rolled onto her back. “I
think I’m tense on this side, too,” she murmured.
Remy stared
down at her frankly. He had always
loved seeing her naked, the play of lithe muscle under smooth, golden flesh,
her small but firm breasts, crowned with ruddy nipples that seemed to beg him
to kiss them… Almost unbidden, his hands moved up her sides to the pert mounds
of flesh and squeezed gently. “Chere,
dis ain’t about sex, what I’m tryin’ ta do here…”
“I know,”
she replied quietly, her hands coming to rest on his. “But that’s okay…” She pressed her chest against his palms and
smiled slowly. “It really is.”
Remy paused
for a fraction of a second, long enough for a slight blush to beginepineping up
her neck. Before she could start to
truly doubt anything, he dipped his head and pressed a long, nearly chaste,
kiss to her lips. He closed his eyes as
she sighed against him, her lips parting slightly. He could taste their fullness against his tongue, knew their
pinkish red color by memory. tasttasted
sweet and warm, her tongue playing against his as she tried to take dominance
of the kiss. Gently but firmly, he took
control, grasping her wrists and bringing them above her head, pressing her
into the mattress. He could still make
this for her, he knew, if he kept himself focused. He trailed kisses from her lips to her chin, lingering on the
line of her throat. He tasted the faint
remnants of salt-sweat on her skin and felt the tremble of the murmur she
sighed silently. Remy kissed the pulse
throbbing in her neck and continued his downward exploration, pausing to draw
tenderly on the skin where her collarbones met. She tangled her fingers in his hair, urging him onward. The hard bud of her nipple against his
tongue made him groan softly. She
arched her back, her thighs parting as he moved over her to press his turgid length
against her rosy center.
The muscles
in her stomach trembled as he kissed her, tracing slow patterns with his tongue
as he moved down her body, the taste of her flesh burning through his
veins. He paused below her navel,
inhaling deeply of her scent. She
murmured something that was either his name or a plea for more, inflaming him
all the further. He glanced up at her
to see her eyes closed and mouth slack, her breath coming in gasps and
p. Jubilee whimpered once, demanding attention again, for which he
smiled and readily assented. He
relished the moment before the first touch of his tongue to her sex, the tremor
that ran through them both and the heady musk of her femininity. She jumped slightly, relaxing almost as
quickly, as he slowly traced her lips, flicking his tongue stiffly over the nub
at the apex of her sex. She groaned
loudly, her hips rising to give him better access as he plundered her shadowed
secrets, growing progressively bolder, drawing on her petaled flesh with sharp
nips and long, slow strokes of his tongue. She squirmed beneath him, her arousal
sweet and salty on his lips and tongue as he began lapping at her in
earnest. Her legs came to rest over his
shoulders, her heels digging into his back as she silently begged for more, her
hips moving in time with his eager licking and sucking. He could feel her body
tighten in precursor to release, her sex slickening as he drank of her
nectar. He resisted the urge to take
her hard and fast admirably, instead making numerous promises to have some
quality time with himself so long as his body cooperated and did not embarrass him
by making a mess of her sheets. Jubilee
cried out sharply, her body arching and pressing, her sex seeping dewy fluill oll over his lips and chin.
She felt
the sharp shock of release course through her, sweet to the point of pain as he
lapped at her sex. She never wanted him to stot sht she had to breathe, had to
gather her wits. Reluctantly, she
pushed him away, sucking in great draughts of air. She closed her eyes and turned to face him as he moved to lay
beside her.

[1] But I’m
here…
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