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Macaroni and Cheese, ch 2 (Remy�s side of things)
A/N Okay. I didn�t think I was going to have a second part to this, but Foxfeather urged me to and damn it, the plot bunny had babies. This chapter is R for language, not so much smut. More sensuality, really. But it has lovely Cajun Boy shirtless� J And I know that logically Remy would probably not think so much in English but I don�t want the story to be half footnotes translating Cajun French.

Remy froze in the doorway, not quite sure that he had heard correctly. The tray holding the macaroni and cheese and a glass of iced tea rattled slightly, forcing him to put it down on the dresser rather than wake heth tth this sudden attack of nerves. Did p�tite just�moan? Closing the door behind him as quietly as he could, Remy stepped closer to the bed and a slightly sweaty Jubilee. Mebbe she be sick or sumthin. He smirked ruefully�Don� be foolin� yo�self, boy. You know that ain�t illness�but sure �nough is a fever, eh? Jubilee kicked her covers off, revealing a thin tank top and white cotton briefs, slightly surprising Remy. He�d always taken her for a thong-without-a-bra or even a commando sort of girl. A weak murmur that sounded vaguely like his name drew Remy even closer. Jubilee�s lips were moving now but no sound was coming out, only her breath that smelled just a little like bananas and peanut butter, making Remy smile. Least ways she ate sumthin decent today. Dropping to his knees from his stooped position, Remy watched Jubilee�s eyes shift rapidly behind her lids; she moaned again, words not quite forming in her sleep state. �What is it, chere? You got sumthin to tell Ol�Remy?�

�Love you.� The words were thick and somewhat distorted by sleep, but to Remy they rang more clearly than a cathedral bell. Tears made silver tracks down Jubilee�s olive-toned cheeks but Remy scarcely noticed them as he struggled to catch his breath.

�Parole encore��[1] His voice came out as a ragged whisper and his hands rubbed absently on his thighs, trying to regain feeling in suddenly numb extremities.

�Remy�Rogue�promise�� Jubilee rolledy fry from him, burying her face in the pillow. Remy gulped, his throat suddenly dry and locked tight against any noise he might want to make.

�P�promise what, chere?�

�Broken�� Jubilee was beginning to flush red with what Remy guessed was anger. Her brows drew together and her breathing became harsh.

�I didn� break nothin�, chere�.� Remy hoped his voice was soothing�he was still trying to process her earlier statement. C�est vrai? She is asleep�

�No, Rogue broke�� Jubilee sighed and the tension eased from her face. She moved onto her back, bending her legs towards her chest and forming a C-shape. �Remy�� A smile crept across her lips as she sighed again, this time deeper than the first. He reached out now, unable to stop himself from touching her. He stroked her hair gently, barely feeling it with his light touch. Jubilee�s smile snapped into a frown and she started thrashing. �Lemmego!� Remy fell back, sure he had been caught out being less-than-suave, but soon realized that this was just another part of her dream; she soon settled down and moaned again, drawing his name out on a long, low exhalation. She was perspiring freely now, sweat forming a dewy beads between her breasts. From his vantage point on the floor where he had fallen back onto his rear, the Cajun could see another kind of moisture spreading across her panties inner thighs.

�Chere�all for me?� Absurdly pleased with whatever his dream-self was obviously doing, Remy moved back onto his knees and brought his face close to Jubilee�s. �What�s dis Cajun doin� that got you so riled up?� As if in answer, Jubilee�s hands clenched at the sheets beneath her and she arched her back, thrusting her hips against Remy�s torso. �Ah. I be thinkin� dat�s what I�m doin� in yo� head�� An insane little voice in Remy�s head begged for him to kiss her and wake her, take her in his arms and show her just how good things could be if they got together. Jubilee stopped moving and sighed again, this time with an air of finality. Her eyes fluttered just a little, causing Remy�s heart to stop then kick itself into overdrive. Propelled to the door by some spinal reflex, Remy slipped out quietly as he had come in, forgetting to take the tray with him.
Jubilee watched him over the rim of her coffee cup. It was almost ten at night and she was drinking her third cup of black coffee, unwilling to go back to sleep. Remy was avoiding her gaze, something unusual for him. Jubilee suspected that he was up to something or knew more than he should�He usually jumps at any girl who looks at him for more than ten seconds. What�s the deal? Rogue had outdone herself that evening, revealing more skin than usual and really laying on the Southern charm. Her drawl was more pronounced and her posture seemed to scream �Fuck me!� and Remy seemed more than happy to comply. I may as well not be in the room. Remy kept his back to the Asian girl and focused on Rogue�s black-rimmed eyes, smiling and murmuring in French in response to her questions. Draining the cup, Jubilee let it fall into the sink with a clatter and smiled when they both jumped. �Night, all. Got a date I�ve got to get ready for.� Remy�s eyes followed her out the door and he craned his neck to watch her ascend the stairs.

�See something you like, sugar?� Rogue�s voice snapped in anger

�Jus� worried �bout the p�tite, cherie.� Remy plastered a seductive smile on his face and took Rogue�s gloved hand in his. �Now what were you sayin� �bout a movie?�

�Not a damned thing.� With a snarl that would have made Logan proud, Rogue jerked her hand from Remy�s and shoved her chair back in one swift movement. �I�m goin� to bed.� She stormed from the room, Remy trailing her half-heartedly. Jubilee and Rogue passed on the stairs, exchanging snarls and catty comments, before the sound of Rogue�s slamming door made Jubilee miss the last step and stumble into Remy�s chest.

�Sorry.� She pulled herself out of his grasp and made to step around him.

�You feelin� better, chere?� Remy sidestepped so that he was in front of her.

�Sure. Um, thanks for the dinner�it was good.� Jubilee�s face bore a pinkish tinge that had nothing to do with the rouge she was wearing. �Look, I�ve got people waiting for me��

�Sure, sure�see you later, then. Be careful, chere. Lotsa big bads out there just love to sink their teeth into you.�[2] And dis Cajun be one of �em. Jubilee offered him a weak smile and slid past him, out the front door. Remy kept his fists clenched, fighting the urge to follow her out and demand that she stay home or take him with her. After several minutes, he let out a long, shaky breath and forced himself to go to the kitchen and clean the remains of his and Rogue�s late night snack. It was only then that it occurred to him that he had not heard a car pick Jubilee up. Now where she be goin� on foot? A wash of concern made Remy�s stomach drop to his knees. Jubilee in the dark, alone, small against the monsters of the night that would want to gobble her up�Remy dropped the last of the silverware into the appropriate slot in the dishwasher before turning on his heel towards the garage, determined to find the girl before someone else did. Choosing Logan�s least-favorite motorcycle, Remy wheeled it out of the garage and was walking it down the path towards the gate, waiting to start it out of Logan�s hearing, when he saw the object of his thoughts. Jubilee was sitting with her back against a large beechnut tree, her ubiquitous yellow coat folded beneath her as a cushion. Her head was bent to touch her knees, forming her into a tight ball. Remy nearly dropped the bike in his sudden hunger to be near her. �P�tite? Thought you goin� on a date.�

�Maybe that was the wrong word. I was going out to look for one. You know�scoping out the action at some local parties. See who I can see�� Her voice took on a hollow quality, coming as it was from the cradle of her knees. Remy propped the bike carefully against the tree and sank down near Jubilee. Her eyes were watery when she looked up at him. �What�re you doing out without Scarlett O�Terror?�

Smothering a chuckle, Remy shook his head. �She went on to bed��

�Without you?�

�Yeah, chere, without me.� His lack of jocularity made Jubilee tense. Remy never missed a chance to be flip about anything. �Jubilee, I was worried �bout you.�

�What for? I can take care of me.� She sniffed quietly and finally looked him in the eye. She had not been crying but she looked as if she were about too. Her bruise was faded but still evident on her cheek and nose, giving her a strange punk quality not intended by the looks of her makeup.

�Remy worries �bout all his friends, p�tite.� Reaching out, he plucked a leaf that had fallen into her hair. �What you worried �bout?�

�Nada. Zip, zilch, bupkis.� Jubilee sighed. �That�s not true. Remy, we can be honest with each other, right? No bullshit?�

�Oui. No bullshit.� Remy found himself staring into crystal blue depths and realized that he was less than six inches from Jubilee�s face.

�Rogue and I are fighting about you. She promised me that she�d let you be, let me have at least once person in my life who understood where I was coming from. I got made because she threw herself at you like that and something just snapped. I mefor for a brief moment I wasn�t alone, you know?�

�P�tite, you never alone��

�Being friends with the others here just isn�t the same. I mean, we clicked, ya know. You and me, we know about having to take care of number one. We know how to hide when we need to and how to go balls-out when we need to�� Jubilee stemmed whatever Remy was about to say with a slight wave of her hand. �I started feeling really bad the other day because I realized how selfish I was being. I mean, you�re not mine. I can�t control you or make you not notice any other girls. It isn�t even that I want to to love me.� Though it would be nice.

�What is it then, Jubilation?� Remy�s throat was dry again. Her words from earlier-Love you�- echoed in his mind, taunting him.

�Whoa. First names, huh? Hmmm. Okay. Here it is, Gumbo. I think I love you. There. I don�t ask you to love me back because that would be an impossibility of astronomical proportions and I�m not okay with it, but I can deal. I mean, how much worse can that sort of heartbreak be than oh, I don�t know�my parents dying?� Jubilee shook herself and turned a wry glance to Remy. �There. All unloaded now. Feel mucho better.� She stood and offered her hand to Remy. �Coming? I�m heading into town, I think. I want to see what�s shaking with the youth of today.�

�Jubilee, I don�t know what to say��

�Then say nothing. Coming or no? C�mon. Gotta book.� She shook her hand, indicating that he should take it if he wanted to come with.

�I be thinking no�I�ve got..things�to do.� Remy slowly stood, knees shaking just slightly. Any femmes I know ever tell me dat before? Anyone ever love me before?

�Well, see ya then.� Jubilee would not meet his eyes but gave him a slight wave before moving off into the night. Remy had no idea how she was going to get where she was going but knew better than to follow. To follow her would be to let her know that he saw her as someone who needed to be protected and right now, that was the last thing Jubilee wanted to feel like.
Jubilee did not return until almost one in the morning. As far as nights out went, it was relatively short�just over three hours. Remy had waited up for her, working himself into a sweat in the mansion�s gym. He hoped that Jubilee would know where ind ind him; some of their best talks had taken place here. Sure enough, the Asian girl came into the weight room just as Remy replaced the 150 pound barbell back on it�s rack. He felt the sweat dripping down his back as she stared at him and he at her and he wondered for a brief flailing second if he smelled bad. �You still up, Gumbo?�

�Oui�what tipped you off?� He sat down on the end of the weight bench and passed a hand over his eyes. Normally, he would be covered in thin layers of body armor and clothing but here, before Jubilee�s roving eyes, he was clad only in gym shorts and nothing else. He felt exposed and fragile, amazed that this small girl could make him feel thus.

�The trail of clothes leading from the living room was a dead giveaway.� She held up a t-shirt in one hand and his gloves in the other.

�Good time tonight, chere?� He caught the t-shirt when she threw it but did not put it on, using it instead to mop sweat from his face and neck.

�Nah. Walked down to the bus stop and caught a ride into town. Found some rave that was mainly club-kids on herbal X and wearing light sticks in their hair. Moved my sorry self on to the next and wound up at some house party on Frat Row. Sucked. Bused it back here and that�s all she wrote.� Jubilee ran her hands through disheveled hair and sat down on the exercise bike. �Didn�t even get a good dance in. Kurt would�ve loved the rave, though�all techno, all the time.�

�He likes that stuff? Ai.� Remy mock-shuddered and Jubilee sniggered.

�It�s not all bad. Just bits.� Crossing her legs in total disregard of her short skirt, Jubilee missed Remy�s gulp and laid back against the handle bars of the bike. �Hey, Rem�think we can still be friends?�

�Why not, chere?� He leaned his elbows on his knees and stared at the curve of her neck. Rogue�s neck doesn�t have a curve like that, does it, homme?

�I didn�t freak you out under the tree?� She sounded as if she were waiting for the other shoe to drop.

�Nah. It take a lot to freak out dis Louisiana boy�� He let his smile slide across his features again as Jubilee sat up and dazzled him with her grin. �We good, chere.�

�Yeah, Gumbo. We good.� Yawning wide, Jubilee snuck a peek at the wall clock. �Shit. Almost 2. I�m gonna get me some ice cream. You want?� She rose and was halfway to the door, looking over her should in time to catch Remy looking at her rear. �Ahem��

�Oh�um. Oui. Je besoin de glace�[3]� T he temperature in the room had skyrocketed, Remy noticed. �You go on. I�m gonna get all pretty for ya.� He winked at her and she groaned in mock-dismay.

�Sure, Gum Tak Take your time.� After a long pause where she kept her back to him, Jubilee spoke again in a tiny voice. �Remy, you know I meant it, ?�
?�

�Yeah, I know��

�And I know that you can�t say it back, so don�t stress on it. Cool?�

�Um�� Remy wanted to tell her that it wasn�t okay. That he wanted to say it but just was too scared to�

�Yeah, well, I�ll go get the stuff together and we can watch the Creature Feature[4] in the rec room.� Jubilee moved quickly from the room, leaving Remy to fall back onto the weight bench and glare accusingly at the ceiling tiles. After a long moment, he sighed and faced the inevitable.

�Je t�aime, Jubilee.�[5]

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[1] Say again�

[2] I got the term Big Bad from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. All hail Spike, King of Sexy Beasts.

[3] I need some ice cream.

[4] A staple of light night telly everywhere. Bad monster movies rock!

[5] I love you.
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