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March Madness	By : DrunkenScotsman Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Het - Male/Female Views: 6426 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or universe of X-Men: Evolution; Marvel does. I make no money from writing this story.

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Chapter 5: The Bitter Taste of Defeat
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A few days after his encounter with Jubilee in the gym, Bobby sat in a secluded section of the Mansion’s library, studying for his world history final in a few weeks. The young man had always struggled, fidgety as he was, with siting still and focusing, especially when it came to reading. Today was no exception. Ugh, if only I could maybe do some kind of project, he grumbled silently as he shifted in the chair, instead of take some stupid written exam.
An effervescent voice pulled his thoughts away from standardized testing hell: “Hey, Bobby, could you, like, gimme a hand with something?” The voice had come from Kitty, who was pushing a cart full of books down the aisle of shelves nearby him. Clad in a pastel-pink tee, denim skirt, and strappy flats, she made quite a sight for the young man.
“Uh, sure. Need me to push the cart?” he offered, his eyes taking in the sight of her lean dancer’s legs, as bared by the thigh-length skirt.
Kitty nodded a bit sourly. “For sure, and hold the ladder for me. Mr. McCoy warned me that most of these are ‘top-shelf material’,” she explained in a dead-on impression of Beast. She rolled her eyes. “He couldn’t have waited for someone taller’s turn to help out in the library, noooooooo.”
Bobby chuckled and stood, leaving his textbook open on the table. With some effort – enough that he wondered how a girl as slight as Kitty could manage the thing – he pushed the cart stacked with thick tomes. Kitty guided him to the proper shelf where the ladder waited, the flipping sound of her shoes seeming unnecessarily loud in the quiet library.
“If you could, like, hand them up to me after I climb up, that’d save me, like, a ton of work.” She giggled and added, “Like, literally.” Bobby assented, not sure what she’d meant there; once he had, she ascended, and Bobby handed her the first book to shelve.
Atop the ladder, Kitty towered above Bobby, a position he was unused to occupying around a girl. The young man couldn’t help but notice his eyes were roughly at the level of Kitty’s ankles, and that she’d stepped out of her shoes to climb the ladder. The polish on her toes glowed neon pink against the black plastic rung and the dark-covered books. The lines of Kitty’s legs, long for her diminutive stature, drew his eyes upward, almost inviting them, as she arranged the first few volumes alphabetically by author.
While Kitty worked, taking longer and longer to maneuver the texts into position, Bobby’s gaze drifted higher and higher; he admired the way her leg muscles flexed as she rose on her tiptoes. She leaned over a bit and gave the young man a clear view up her skirt unawares. To his surprise, the view showed the taut curvature of Kitty’s bare butt, bifurcated by a narrow strip of baby-blue fabric. Unable to tear his gaze away, the young man felt himself stiffen.
At this point, Bobby’s imagination started to run away with him a bit. He pictured Kitty bent over one of the study tables, skirt hiked up and thong pulled down to her ankles, wiggling her shapely ass at him. Imaginary Kitty tossed her hair and looked over her shoulder at him. “C’mon, Bobby,” begged the fantasy girl, “I totally need you to fuck me. Like, right now.”
The young man blinked to banish thoughts of obliging her by sinking his cock into her tight, wet pussy just to hear her moans. He also moved his head so he couldn’t see up her skirt anymore and kicked himself for peeping. Good thing she didn’t catch you, jackass, he shamed himself.
Over the next hour, Bobby continued holding the ladder and handing books up to Kitty for shelving. Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t always stop himself from sneaking another peek, now that he knew he could see practically everything. Each time, he kicked himself for looking; and each look reenergized his erection, such that it never fully subsided.
I’m gonna need a cold shower once we’re finished, he sighed to himself in frustration.
*****
Later that evening, after a grueling bout of Soul Calibur against Ray, Jamie, and Kurt, Bobby headed for bed. The young man tried not to let his thoughts wander, in case they dwelled on things that would only frustrate him further. Only a week in, and I’m already this on edge? he castigated himself. How am I gonna survive at this rate?
The door to his room stood shut when he arrived. “Goddammit,” Bobby blasphemed, shaking his head. “At least someone’s having some fun around here,” he grumbled as he heard a soft moan trailing into a giggle.
Curling his hand into a fist, he pounded the door. “I hate to spoil the party,” he announced through the wooden barrier, “but it’s almost curfew, dude.”
Only silence came from within at first, followed by muted whispers and the rustle of fabric. Bobby heard some clattering, bringing a concerned frown to his face. “Sam?”
Footsteps shuffled to the door, which opened enough for the country boy to stick his face out. “We, uh, got a bit of a sitch-iation,” he explained in a soft voice, a sheepish look on his face. “We, uh, can’t fahnd Dani’s bra.”
The Boston native blinked. “Uh, what?”
“Danielle’s bra’s missin’,” Sam repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. “Musta got lost, uh, in the shuffle.”
Bobby chuckled and shook his head. “I guess she doesn’t wanna leave without it?” The thought of Danielle topless floated at the edge of his imagination.
“That’s about the sahze of it,” Sam confirmed. “Will ya help us out?”
“Sure, but you owe me – a week of dish duty and a week of garbage detail,” Bobby informed his roommate.
Left with few alternatives, Sam accepted. He glanced over his shoulder and addressed his girlfriend: “You okay with it? Ready fer me t’ let ‘im in?” Bobby couldn’t see or hear Danielle’s response, but it must have been negative because Sam grimaced. “Give us juuuust a minute,” he told his roommate as he closed the door again.
Bobby rolled his eyes and waited. He pictured a topless Danielle again, her modest breasts wiggling as she frantically searched for her bra. Not for the first time, he wondered what exactly she and Sam had been doing. The young man rubbed his forehead as he attempted to banish thoughts about his roommate’s girlfriend.
About that time, Sam reopened the door to let his roommate in to help look for the missing article of clothing. Bobby entered the room gingerly and noticed Danielle sitting in his computer chair with a sour expression, her arms and legs crossed impatiently. Her long, black hair, usually in a ponytail or some sort of braid, hung loose, cascading over her shoulders and down her front over her crossed arms and white-tee-covered bosom. I guess she wanted to guarantee I wouldn’t get an eyeful, Bobby mused. Aloud, he greeted her: “Hey, Dani. Um… what’s up?”
“Just my blood pressure, that’s all,” she grumbled. “Also… only Sam gets to call me ‘Dani.’ Well, my family too,” Danielle added with a pointed look.
“Oh. My bad,” replied Bobby, unsure what else to say.
Danielle glanced at him. “Sorry for snapping at you. It’s just… what if Sam called Jubilee ‘Jubes’? It’d be weird, right?”
“I guess?” Bobby answered as he and Sam began moving furniture to look for the missing item. “Am I the only one who calls her ‘Jubes’?”
“Yeah,” answered Sam. “You didn’t know that?”
“I… thought everyone called her that,” explained the young man. “Besides, it’s different; we’re not dating,” he continued, sparing a glance at Danielle that took in her toned, unpolished-copper legs, bare since she was wearing shorts. He crouched to look under Sam’s bed.
The Native American girl’s brow furrowed. “You’re not? But… you two hang out all the time.”
“And y’all flirt lahk crazy,” added Sam as he scooted his bed away from the wall by a few inches.
Bobby was saved from answering further when he saw an object drop from the level of the mattress. “I think that’s it,” he declared as he stretched his arm towards the wall and felt around blindly for fabric. His hand wound past a guitar case and a pair of rugged work boots before alighting on something soft and a little lacy.
When he pulled his hand free, Bobby held a caramel-colored bra with lace trim around the cups. The young man licked his lips as he immediately imagined the garment on the young woman’s body. Even if she’s Sam’s girlfriend, I can’t deny that she’s sexy. Who knows, he wondered, maybe in an alternate universe she and I…
“Bobby,” Danielle called to snap him out of his reverie. “Can I have my bra back, or are you just gonna stare at it like a perv?”
Putting on his most charming smile, Bobby replied, “I could put it on for you, if you like.”
Rolling her dark eyes but wearing a good-natured smile, Danielle stood and held out her hand. Bobby stood and returned Danielle’s bra to its owner, though he sneaked a glance at her rack when she took it. He thought he could make out two small bumps protruding through her shirt, even with the curtain of hair obscuring the view. Deciding to press his luck, Bobby asked, “Do I at least get to watch you put it on as a reward?”
Danielle just shook her head and answered, “Sam’s eyes only.”
“Get yer own gal,” Sam piled on. “Ah can think o’ one off the top o’ mah head who maht have ya,” he added with a knowing grin.
“Yeah, yeah. Lay off,” groused Bobby half-playfully as he exited the room for Danielle’s modesty.
A few moments later, his roommate’s girlfriend emerged, passing Bobby with a playful wave. “G’night, Bobby. You’re a nice guy, but don’t be such a pervert from now on,” she teased. As she turned the corner, Bobby could’ve sworn Danielle was shaking her hips just a little extra to mess with him.
I know she’s Sam’s girl, he reiterated to himself, but damn she’s sexy.
“Sorry for flirting with your girlfriend, Sam,” Bobby apologized as he climbed into bed, trying his hardest not to continue picturing her topless.
“Ah reckon Ah can’t blame ya,” Sam replied as he too settled in. “Even if ya got a gal o’ yer own.”
“We’re just friends,” Bobby insisted. Even though I think I wish we were more, he sighed inwardly as he drifted off.
*****
The next afternoon, Jubilee texted Bobby: “Danielle told me what happened. Lucky find! :P”
Bobby texted in reply: “I thought Sam might get mad at me. Or she would.”
Jubilee: “IKR? Such a flirt.”
Bobby: “You know you love it. ;)”
Jubilee: “Should I encourage it more? Maybe I should hide one of my bras in your room somewhere. Like an adult Easter egg hunt!”
Bobby: “I didn’t know you even owned any. You def don’t wear them like, ever.”
Jubilee: “I do too! Sometimes.”
A moment later, she sent a follow-up text: “I wore one today. School was cold today. I didn’t want everyone to see. (.)(.)”
Bobby: “Pics or it didn’t happen.”
A few moments later, his phone bleeped to signal a new message. Bobby opened it eagerly, only to see a picture of Jubilee pulling the collar of her neon-green tee open to show her shoulder, over which ran a strip of hot-pink fabric.
“Lame,” he replied via text. “Tits or gtfo.”
“I’m not sexting you,” came the response. “Sorry to disappoint. ;)”
Bobby: “Whatever. Wouldn’t do me any good right now anyway.”
After a moment’s pause, he sent a follow-up: “Not that a bra does you any good either.”
Jubilee frowned. “Fuck you, asshole,” she blurted aloud as well as by text. She added to the text: “I was gonna ask if you wanted to hang out, but after that…”
Bobby: “I made plans to go to the go-kart place with a bunch of the guys anyway.”
Jubilee: “Have fun, then. Try not to crash.”
The formerly-humming ether between the two then went dead. Jubilee sulked in her room the rest of the evening. Bobby drove go-karts, but he didn’t have as much fun as he thought he would. Both had similar thoughts: Did I say something wrong? Did I go too far? What if he/she hates me now?
Shit.
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A/N: Sooner than expected, a new update appears! I'm going to try, despite the impending end-of-semester crunch, keep up this blistering writing pace, wherein I knock out roughly a chapter a week. The last one took a little longer; this one took shorter. We'll see how it goes. I won't make any promises about a regular update schedule if I can't deliver.
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