Family Ties

CHAPTER SEVEN




CHAPTER SEVEN

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Readers/Reviewers: What the
Hell…duck kisses for all of you, too!
Mind the Killer Kitties ™, though…they get jealous…

 



“We weren’t having sex!” Kitty
protested loudly, her voice echoing thinly in the close room. “We were kissing!”

 

There was rapid conversation before
Jubilee said wearily, “My grandmother says that she saw your breasts.”

 

Kurt rolled his eyes and crossed his
arms over his chest. “She covered
herself before your grandmother could see anything…”

 

“That’s not what she says,” Lily put
in before Jubilee could answer.
“Grandmother is offended that such activities are allowed to go on
between two teenagers and feels this is grounds enough to remove Jubilation
from this household.”

 

Kitty’s face was red as could be but
a low murmur from Logan kept her from responding aloud. The Professor said carefully, thoughtfully,
“Kurt and Kitty, as young as they are, have reached the age of consent in this
state and are carrying on a consenting, responsible,” there was a nearly
imperceptible pause here, “adult relationship.”

 

Lily relayed this information to her
grandmother and the other assembled relatives.
This was followed by a wave of disapproving murmurs from the Lee
family. Jubilee looked as if she sorely
wanted to sink through the floor then and there as her grandfather stepped
forward. “We
are…proud…proper….Jubilation is not.”

 

Remy’s hand was like steel on his
lover’s arm as she made a low whimpering noise in her throat, somewhere between
despair and anger. He murmured, “Shhh,
p’tite…let it go,” before turning red eyes on Lily. “Tell your grandmamma dat Jubilee fine here, eh? Tell her dat she ain’t got nothin’ ta
concern herself wid.”

 

Professor Xavier raised a hand to
stay Lily’s words. “A moment, if you
please, Lily…” He nodded respectfully
at the elder Lees to show that he was not ignoring them, before he said in a
very nearly pleasant voice, “I must admit that I am still a bit surprised that
the family is seeking custody so long after the unfortunate deaths of Jubilee’s
parents. I was under the impression
that one could not adopt an American born citizen and take them to China.” From his tone, it was evident to those who
knew him that he was seeking more details than had been freely given and the
question was a wide open door.

 

Lily glanced at her grandparents,
then at Jubilee, and sighed. “Jubilee
is not quite a citizen. Her parents,
they were not citizens…they were here on…on…”
She closed her eyes briefly, searching for the word, “asylum.”

 

Jubilee started, leaning forward in
her chair. “Liar,” she spat. “My parents were legal citizens of the
United States! They were fu…they were
doctors, for crying out loud!”

 

“Sometimes,” Lily said with the
ghost of a smile, “governments can look the other way, neh?” One hand tipped
from side to side as if she were spilling water from a cup. “Sometimes, people are…overlooked…”

 

“Liar,” Jubilee repeated, breaking
Remy’s grasp at last. In a low voice quite unlike her usual tone, she said
something fierce to Lily which made the entire Lee clan gasp and Lily flush
furiously. In English, she said to the
Professor, “I won’t stay here for this.
I won’t!” Logan let her run past
him and from the library without batting an eyelash. Her footsteps faded quickly, leaving the room in silence.

 

“I believe,” Professor Xavier said
blandly, “that we’re done here for today.
Which hotel are you staying at in town?
Logan can drive you back.”

 

Lily stiffened. “My family is staying at the Bayville Shores
Hotel. I, however, am staying here.”

 

Remy’s brow quirked but he otherwise
made no comment. Kitty glanced
fretfully at Kurt and said in as polite a voice as she could manage, “Are you
Jubilee’s watcher then?”

 

Lily’s smile became nearly feline
for a fraction of a second. “Something
like that, yes.”

 

 

 

Remy caught up with Jubilee where he
knew she would be. She was huddled in
the middle of his bed, her head bent to touch her knees, folded in the lotus
position as if it were second nature.
She was not crying or even breathing heavily as if controlling a
temper. She was merely huddled. Remy shut the door and regarded her for
nearly a full minute in silence before she shifted. She rolled her head to one side and looked at him steadily, a
thin beam of light from the divide in the curtains glinting off the bangles on
her wrists and giving the whole tableau and eerie quality. “I told you,” was all she said bef tur turning her face back towards the mattress.

 

“Je sais, cherie,” he murmured,
barely loud enough to be heard. He
crossed the room with the silent gait of a thief and sat beside her, scarcely
disturbing the bed. “An’ I sorry I
can’t take you ‘way.” His received a
shaky sniff as a reply. “Mais nobody
gonna take ya from here, eh? Nobody
take ya from me.”

 

“You mean it?” she said in a very
faint voice, straightening just enough to look at him, to lean against
him. As his arm settled heavily across
her back and he held her closer, she murmured, “Can you promise me?”

 

“Oui.”

 

“Liar,” she said, though in a
different tone than the one she used with Lily.

 

“Non, Remy LeBeau don’ lie.” He paused and amended, “to you, anyway.”

 

“Good enough,” she said, giggling
just barely. She turned her face
against his chest and inhaled deeply of his scent, something that he usually
found amusing, something that normally made her tease him, but now he just
sighed in return. Jubilee’s first kiss
against him was desperate and soft, like a child afraid to be left alone in the
dark. It took him by surprise and made
him marginally uncomfortable before settling into the comfort of her embrace,
tilting his chin so she could kiss his neck as she intended. He stroked her back as her lips found his
earlobe and then the shell of his ear and she did not protest as he laid back
against the pillows, taking her with him.
They remained kissing and nothing more until the phone rang. Remy was
tempted to let it go. Jubilee’s parted lips against his were far more important
than anyone who could possibly be calling on his private line, but the ringing
was persistent and grating. “Remy,”
Jubilee said breathlessly, raising her head just enough to talk, her lips still
grazing his as she spoke, “get that or unplug the damned thing…”

 

“Lem rem ring,” he said harshly,
threading his fingers through her hair to pull her down for another kiss.

 

Jubilee grinned briefly and reached
for the phone rather than kiss him again.
“Jubilation Lee, wanton sex goddess with a rather wicked man between my
thighs…” [1] Remy laughed against her
collar bone and tilted his head to look at her face, only to receive a look
that would make Hell freeze over.
Jubilee rolled off of him and threw the reer aer at his chest. “It’s for you…you left your jacket in her
living room!”

 

 

 

Logan wished he could get really,
rip-roaring drunk just once. He had
driven all the way to the only nice hotel in Bayville in an icy silence, the
Lee collective staring daggers at him the entire while. The ride back was even less pleasant, Lily
Lee sitting in the front passenger seat, staring primly straight ahead, but
with an aura of displeasure and near disgust on her features. His one attempt at conversation, “So when’re
you all going back to China?” had been met with a delicate snort and a pointed
shun, the aversion of her face towards the passenger side window. Just as well, he thought to himself
as he trudged towards Storm’s secondary greenhouse, I didn’t have a follow
up line. His heart lightened
somewhat at the sight of the object of his desires bent over a large, glossy,
red plant, singing under her breath and doing something that looked vaguely
complicated to the soil, involving gray spikey things and a bottle of green
fluid. “Miss me much?” he asked by way
of greeting.

 

She hid her smile behind a fall of
white hair and replied, “Yes, but my aim is getting better.” Storm stifled a yelp as large hands spanned
her hips and squeezed. “Not in front of
the plants!”

 

Logan barked in laughter. “Don’t bend over in the garden, you know
them taters got eyes [2]!” he said, still laughing.

 

Storm did not respond but turned in
his grasp, pressing her hands against his chest as she asked “Did you get the
Lees settled?”

 

“Spoilsport,” he murmured, ducking
his head to kiss the spot where her neck and shoulder met. “Yes, I did and God help us, they’re coming
over bright and early in the morning.”

 

Storm’s response was reduced to a
low murmur as Logan’s kisses trailed northward, tracing her jaw and chin,
finally brushing against her lips. She
resisted when he tried to push her against the workbench, uttering “Plants,” by
way of explanation.

 

Logan made an impatient noise and
cast about furtively. “Where?”

 

“Bed?”

 

“Too far…” He grinned and, before she could resist, he pulled her to the
dirt floor. Rather than act displeased,
Storm smiled broadly. She let him
tumble her onto her back, both of them fumbling with some assuredness, though
not much, with the fastenings on the other’s clothes, skin quickly bared to the
moist air of the greenhouse. She drew
in a hissing breath as his teeth nipped her collarbone sharply, leaving a faint
mark of possession that she was wont to find amusing in a few hours. It was a secret disappointment to both of
them, but not a glaring one, that she could not mark him in a similar way, any
scratches or bites she made fading and healing rapidly, even before their
coupling was over.

 

Logan always felt impatient with Storm, always wanting all of her
immediately, but he was almost always able to restrain himself from taking her
hard and fast. Not that she minded, he
reflected as her bare breasts rubbed enticingly against his chest. She arched against him in a blatant
invitation to move things along and he was more than happy to oblige, giving
into the impatience and plundering her depths with urgency, his way eased by
her already velvety heat. Her legs
crossed against his thighs, holding him to her as she met his thrusts. He was overwhelmed by her ser several
wonderful minutes; her scent and the earth beneath them, the plants around
them, the sound of breath and skin moving against skin all creating a cacophony
that made his senses lock for a nanosecond before pouring it all in through his
very pores. Logan felt and knew only a
blur of sensation as she moved beneath him and he against her, her releaseshudshuddering wave that washed over them both.
He was scarcely aware of the feral noises rising from his own throat as
he filled her, pressing her into the damp soil beneath her back. It was all a tangle, meant to be sorted out
later as he lay in bed, in silence.

 

Storm was brushing a smear of yellow pollen off his cheek several minutes
later, after they were both mostly to rights, when she snickered. “What’s so funny?” he demanded, his hands
roaming down her back to cup her rear.

 

“You didn’t get the message yet…I was supposed to tell you…and I was just
picturing the poor boys…”

 

“What the Hell?”

 

“A slight change in travel plans…Warren is going to accompany the group to
the concert. Kitty is to go to Chicago
a day early and I with her…”

 

“Oh, fuck…”

 

Storm continued as if he had not spoken.
“You are to drive Kurt and Piotr down Friday.”

 

He rolled his eyes heavenward and demanded, “What did I ever do to You?”

 



[1] Blatant rip
off of a line from Bridget Jones’ Diary

[2] “Don’t bend
over in the garden, Granny, you know them taters got eyes!” is the title of a
book ewisewis Grizzard. Southern
Humor. Gotta love it. Really ribald and funny book if you’re ever
so inclined.