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Multiple Personalities Chapter Nine
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… Remind me to tell
you about the monkeys… InterNutter, TC,
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Jean was nothing
like the others. She wasn’t better or
worse… just nothing like them. Jamie
swallowed hard as she towered over him, deftly twisting her red hair back into
a loose knot at the nape of her neck, her small breasts jiggling ever so
slightly as she moved her arms. She was
always so businesslike, even in the throes of things. He sometimes wondered if she was even paying
attention to who was there with her, but then he put the thought from his mind
as she did something fantastic and wonderful that made his eyes roll back in
his head. “You… um, you sure?” he heard
himself ask, not knowing he was going to say the words until they came from his
mouth.
“Yes,” she said
plainly, flexing her hips and making him gasp.
He was still deep inside her, their bodies joined in the most intimate
way possible. She rocked again, this
time leaning forward to rest her hands on his chest. “I’m on the Pill. It’s okay…”
Jamie groaned,
his eyes fluttering shut as she squeezed him with internal muscles, her fingers
curving until her nails pressed half-moons into his bare chest. “Okay,” he breathed, lifting his hips as she
ground against him. “Okay…” His multiple
was no where to be seen; he could only assume the dull thuds and murmured
pleasure coming from the other side of the wall had something to do with
that. It was Sunday, which meant free
for all, of sorts. First come first serve. Jamie was
fairly certain there was a dirty joke in there somewhere but he could not be
bothered to find it just then. Jean’s nails raked across his skin, making him
gasp sharply and arch his back. “Evil,”
he muttered. “Good evil, but evil…”
Jean raised a
brow but did not otherwise comment.
Instead, she set a faster pace, her own eyes
becoming heavy, hooded as her lids lowered.
She had never proclaimed herself in love with Jamie, like Rahne had hinted at being, but sometimes Jamie thought that
maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to have the older girl’s affections. Gasping, he shook his head as if to clear
cobwebs from his brain and Jean’s eyes snapped open. “Are you okay?” she asked as calmly as she
could manage given their current activity.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No,” he
breathed, “not even a tiny bit…” His
fingers dug into her hips and he moaned softly, feeling the start of his climax
build deep in his belly. Licking his
lips, finding they were suddenly too dry for comfort, Jamie carefully slid his
hand across her stomach, dipping down low to tease the bud of her desire with a
fingertip. He felt a thrill of masculine
pride when Jean gasped loudly, her back arching and pushing her breasts
forward. He repeated the gesture, this
time more firmly, and she moaned his name, grinding down all the harder as she
flooded with warm moisture, the silken heat between her thighs almost too much
for Jamie to bear.
“Almost,” Jean
panted. “So close…”
Jamie nodded
slightly, redoubling his efforts as Jean increased her own. He felt the first wave of his climax course
from him and into her, making Jean utter a sound that was neither
a moan or a gasp, something in between that was more surprised than anything. Her own release came a moment or so later,
her body tensing, trembling as she bit down on her lower lip so hard that a
welt raised there. She collapsed forward
against his chest, regaining her composure.
His hands automatically went to her back, her hair, uncertainly touching
her there, stroking carefully. They were
still joined, despite his softening member, and he felt compelled, felt it
necessary to continue the touching. Jean
moved after a moment, rolling to his side and laying on her back to stare up at
the ceiling. “Jean,” he began, but a
raised hand cut him off.
“I have to say
that, when this all started, it got me angry. And then I felt bad for everyone
involved and then…” she swallowed audibly, her face coloring. “I felt like…why not? Do you ever feel guilty, Jamie? For no good reason?”
He closed his
eyes, his fingers finding hers in the late night darkness of her room. “Maybe,” he muttered. “Kinda…” He started it, after all, he thought. He initiated it with the girls and they
became willing, enthusiastic participants.
No one was in this against their will, he added firmly. “I don’t know why though.”
“Maybe we want
something more,” she shrugged, not meeting his gaze. “Maybe you deserve something more, someone
who wants you for you and not just sex.”
She slid from the bed, grabbing up her robe. “It’s after two am… don’t you have Danger
Room duty at six?”
He nodded,
standing creakily. His body was so tired
but his mind was racing. “Yeah… guess I’d
better get to bed.” Yawning, he tugged
on his pajama bottoms and padded towards the door. Jean was already climbing back into bed,
avoiding the sweat-damp spot on the far side of the sheets. With a deep breath, he opened the door slowly
and peered out into the hall. Safe, he
thought. For now.
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