Cinderellas

Cinderellas Chapter Fifteen (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… I lied! More fic in the morning after all, lol! Readers/Reviewers: Like I promised, alllllllllllllllll better, lol. And *glomps * for reading/reviewing!


I can’t say I was surprised to find Logan waiting for me when I got back. My dress was torn from being carried in my teeth through underbrush and across the streets of Bayville and I knew I looked like an extra from _Night of the Living Dead _ but I didn’t care. I stared at him, waiting for the outburst or whatever those Loganish rages can be called. Instead, he just sighed. He stood up from where he had been sitting on my bed and just sort of looked at me. “You’ve been through enough,” he said finally. “Get some sleep.”
I could only nod. I was too wrung out to care much about it ane. e. I didn’t even give much thought to the notion that he might be waiting until I was good and rested before tearing me a new one. I stripped naked and tossed the dress in the trashcan near my desk, the slip of fabric taking up very little room. I had left my underclothes in the field near the hotel. Somehow, I just did not relish the idea of carrying my already-worn panties in my teeth, even though they were mine. The shower was so hot it left me red and I did not bother drying my hair. Let it be a frizz ball, I thought, who the fuck cares? Bed had never looked so good as I made my bleary way to it and just fell face first crossways on the mattress.
I didn’t know how much time had passed but I knew I had been asleep and I knew I was no longer alone. At first, I thought it was Logan checking on me and I grabbed a pillow to cover my nakedness, but as I came more awake, I knew who it was. I smelled her. “Jubes…Jubilee…” I half sat up to see her standing just inside my door, a thin sliver of light from the window making her shine in the dark.
“Don’t get up,” she whispered even though I was awake. Without a sound, she held out her hand and a shimmering plasma ball appeared, lighting up the room in a warm iridescent glow. “I’m my own nightlight,” she murmured sort of sadly.
“What’re you doing in here?” Not my smoothest line ever but….eh. I was warm again but only because I was blushing. She had seen me naked before plenty of times but for some reason, in the face of the evening, I was shy around her again. “Everything come to an end?”
“Not everything,” she replied and sounded like she had been crying. I sat up straighter, clutching the pillow to me even tighter. She left the ball hovering near the door as she moved over to my bed. “I wish you’d stayed. There was a great fight…”
“Really?” That made me smile. “How bad?”
“Jean punched Tabby. It was great… Tabby looked stunned, like she didn’t expect anyone to ever hit her.” Jubilee giggled and I smiled, picturing it. “Kelly just about shit kittens trying to get everyone to stop. It started out us and the Brotherhood but by the timmeonmeone turned on the fire sprinklers, it was everyone, even the AV Club!”
She was grinning so brightly I couldn’t help myself. I laughed and smiled, feeling kind of okay for the first time in days. “I’m glad it didn’t suck so hard then.”
“By the time it was all over, no one cared about the picture,” she added softly, suddenly seriousI meI mean, I heard some comments but you know… I don’t think anyone really gives a flying fuck.”
“Good,” was all I could say for a minute. The thought of all that pain and depression and just misery, all because of Pietro, amounting to nothing, made me feel sick. “You know why it happened?”
“Toad blabbed while Kurt and Kitty were sitting on him,” Jubilee sighed. We were quiet for a long moment before we burst out laughing. The image of the two of them sitting on Toad and making him talk was just too much, especially when I pictured Kitty in her fluffy, fancy dress, possibly whacking him with her shoe… “What’s so funny?” Jubilee laughed.
“Shoe,” was all I could manage between gales of laughter. “Kitty…shoe…Toad…WHACK!”
Jubilee looked at me funnily for a brief second then moved. Her kiss surprised me but I did not pull away. I had missed it so much my chest ached with it. I didn’t want to break away from her but I began to see spots from lack of air so I had to. I blinked to clear my vision and saw her staring at me, inches away from my face, her expression so sad it hurt me to see. “What is it?”
“I’m sorry,” she breathed. “I’m so sorry… I was stupid and scared and if you want to kick me out that’s okay but I can’t believe I did that. I mean, as soon as I said it, I wanted to take it back but I couldn’t and I thought it was the best way and…”
“Jubilee, shut up.” I was so happy to hear her say those things, even in a babble, that I couldn’t contain it anymore. I kissed her then, feeling like I was drowning in the taste of her. She was sweet from the punch she had been drinking but I could taste the warm salt tears on my tongue and realized she was crying. Her hands clutched at me when I would pull back and made me stay closer, her fingers squeezing my arms before I felt her tugging at the pillow still between us. I did not resist as she pulled it away and threw it on the floor, pushing me back against the pillows of my bed. I felt like my skin was burning with a wonderful fire everywhere her fingeouchouched me. She left my lips and began kissing and nibbling from my chin down my throat to my collar bones, making me shiver. When she reached my breasts, I think I moaned aloud. Her tongue flicked across my nipples, first one and then the other, her breath tickling me as she murmured “sorry” over and over. I wanted to tell her to stop saying thatthat it was okay, but I knew it wasn’t. Even though we were making up now, part of me would carry the hurt for a long time. I let her breathe the words across my skin as she kissed my ribs, then my stomach, trailing burning hot, wet kisses down lower and lower. I thought I was going to cry out as she paused just above where I wanted her the most just then but I bit my tongue. She made love to me then, like everything in her was communicated through how she kissed me against my sex, how her tongue lame, me, making me shudder. I had to bite my lip to keep quiet as her tongue licked at the bundle of nerves between my thighs and I could feel her breath on me, making me shiver. She lapped at me until I had to squirm against her, raising my hips to make it easier for her. She parted me with her fingers, slipping inside me as she kissed and licked. I couldn’t keep quiet anymore. I moaned her name over and over, clutching at her hair to get more from her even as she increased her pace to the point I was almost in pain from the pleasure she was giving. I had to push her away finally, I had to breathe.
I panted and tried to regain some composure as she crawled up to lay next to me, breathing a little hard herself, and kissed me. I tasted myself on her now and she smiled against me. “I’m sorry,” she said again, this time softly against my ear. “I’m an idiot.”
“You did what you thought you had to do… Speaking of which,” I wanted to get away from dwelling on it, “what’s going to happen to everyone since the fighting?”
“I don’t know,” she sighed. “I guess we find out tomorrow or Monday, whenever everything gets sorted out.”
“I feel bad for Pietro now,” I admitted. “But he could’ve found a less creepy way of telling me he liked me.”
“I don’t think it was supposed to be creepy,” she began, but paused and shook her head. “I can’t believe I was just about to defend the doof who wants my girlfriend.”
“Girlfriend…so we’re good again?” I held my breath.
“I hope so…” Her expression became shadowed as she closed her eyes. “If I don’t fuck up again…”
“Jubilee, stop talking about it. We’re starting over, okay?” I poked her ribs. “Okay?”
“Okay…” She sighed and opened one eye. “Oh! I forgot…” She slid off the bed, her dress winkled and damp with sweat, and hurried over to the door. The ball of glowing plasma disappeared back into her hand, a new skile hae had learned monthsore,ore, and she picked something up off the floor. “I found your shoes…”
I snickered as she brought the poor, scuffed things over to the bed. “And I thought Prince Charming was supposed to bring me a glass slipper…”
“How about Princess Not So Charming But Pretty Cute bringing you scuffed Pay Less specials?” She sat back down next to me and grinned. “Have I ever told you about this dream I had involving you and high heels and nothing else?”
I laughed again. Somehow, I had a feeling everything would work out now.