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Balance (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta…*heaps muse kibble at
your feet* ProPhile is a lovely
smutmuse but this fic is for Dracena.
THANK YOU!!!!
Readers/Reviewers: This is a
sort of sidefling from the Foreververse…and smutty…. ;) It’s sometime after
the events of Persistence of Memory but at no other specific time…Jubilee is
now attending the Institute full time.

She had to
be truthful. She hated it. She really, really hated it. But she would never say that aloud. Professor Xavier had gone to so much trouble
to set this up for her and Logan and Beast and most of the guys and some of the
girls had spent the better part of a weekend putting it together…
Jubilee had been loathe to tell them that she had
been kicked out of the state competition because of some flaw in the paperwork
registering the Xavier Institute as a participating school. The room had been paid for and the honor bar
had macadamia nuts, so she stayed. She
lurked in the hotel until the competition started then went and tortured
herself by watching “her” events, the balance beam and the floor exercises. She had hoped no one would find out, that
everyone from the Institute was honestly too busy to come to White Plains and
see her but she was sorely disappointed. She ran smack into Remy as she rounded
the corner from the ladies’ room, her eyes still red rimmed and nose sore from
crying. “Oh…”
“Chere,” he sighed, obviously
relieved. “I been lookin’ everywhere
for you…Where de Hell you been?” He
took in her tear-streaked face, her jeans, her sweat shirt and her overall lack
of gymnastic apparel. “Ah…Want ta go
home?” She nodded miserably and let him
lead her off. The trip home was mostly
quiet, attempts at conversation by Remy quashed by her monosyllabic responses. Once back at the Institute, she went to her
room and locked the door, leaving Remy to explain to everyone his ideas about
what had occurred. All I’m good at
is being a thief and gymnastics. Now I
can’t do either…Okay, maybe good at school but…well, what does that get
me? It’s nothing like gymnastics. Nothing like being a thief. I don’t feel free when I’m in school, I
don’t feel like I’m more than I am…and now school’s all I have left. Damn it all! She buried her face in her pillow and cried.
Her reverie was interrupted by a
voice in her ear. Kurt asked proudly,
“Isn’t it great? Maybe you’ll let me
practice on it when you’re not using it!”

She blinked back bitter
tears. “Don’t you have that rig in the
subbasement?”
“Ja, but I don’t have a balance
beam down there…”
Kitty rolled her eyes. “You don’t need to practice balance. You just
want to play with Jubilee’s shiny new toys.”
Kurt pouted but Jubilee said, “No,
it’s okay. Why don’t you have first go,
Kurt?”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “What’s wrongan san style="mso-spacerun:
yes"> We thought you’d like…”
“I love it,” she said flatly. “It’s great. I’m going to my room.” She walked numbly to her bedroom, ignoring
Kitty’s well-meaning offer to come with her, stalking past Kurt and the
nervously hovering Bobby to seclude herself in her misery. I can’t look at a balance beam
again. I can’t compete any more…this
was my last chance…damn it. What good
am I now?

Remy knew she would be back down
before the night was over. Her sense of
guilt and curiosity would not let her stay away. So he waited. He smoked a
cigarette illegally in the gym, he paced, he took off his coat, he put it back
on, took it off again and threw it into the corner…he was getting bored. Finally, Jubilee showed up. It was nearly eleven o’clock at night and she
was in her pajamas, her feet bare as she shuffled across the matting on the floor. She did not see him sitting on the vault as
she stared forlornly at the balance beam, sighing once before levering herself
onto the narrow length. She flexed on
her toes once and set into the routine she never got to perform at the
competition. She was faultless, turning
and leaping with an easy grace few would ever manage in their entire
lives. She did not err once, even with
her eyes closed, as she listened to some internal rhythm. Finally, she landed on the floor with a
heavy sigh. “Tres bien, p’tite,” Remy
murmured, clapping for her.
“How long you been watching,
Gumbo?” she asked with a tinge of annoyance in her voice.
“Entire time. Even in yo’ jammies, you done excellent.”
“I baubled on the second pass,” she
sighed. “I would’ve lost major points
for that.”
“You jus’ did de mos’ perfect
routine I ever seen…” He shook his head
in bemusement. “Chere, you don’ need ta
be so upset…I know it were embarassin’ an’ disappointin’, what happen in White
Plains, mais dere always next year.”
“No, there isn’t,” she spat, her
face screwing up in an attempt not to cry.
“This was going to be my last competition.”
“Pour quoi?”
“Because…” she paused, not wanting tel tell him but knowing she could not lie to him. “Because I can’t stand seeing everyone from Bayville and having
them whisper about me going here.”
“Ah…” He slid from the vault and strolled over to where she leaned
against the balance beam. “So you don’
wanna go to no more dese competitions?”
“I can’t!”
“Non, chere,” he said quietly,
leaning over her and forcing her to look up at him. “You don’t want to. Dere a big diff’rence.”
“Remy, if I go to the next one…if
the Professor even gets the damned paperwork fixed in time…They’re all going to
laugh at me!” She pushim him away
gently. “Look at me! Those girls are all tiny and cute
and…and…tiny!”
“Jubilation,” he murmured, “if you
was any tinier, I put you in my pocket an’ take you everywhere.”
She snorted. “I’m toockyocky. They’re all little and waifish…”
Remy rolled his eyes and leaned again,
this time pressing her against the balance beam. “Dat ain’t it…”
She glared up at him
mutinously. “You wouldn’t understand,”
she muttered, trying to wriggle free.
“You assume lots, cherie. You be tinkin’ I don’ know how it fea bea be
on de outside of a group I used ta be part of?
How it feel ta see folks I been tinkin’ were mes amis laughin’ cause I
ain’t part o’dere lil’ club no more?”
Jubilee’s glare softened somewhat
at the pain in Remy’s eyes. “The Guild?”
she asked softly.
“Ain’t important now,” he
murmured. Quickly, he lifted her up to
sit on the beam. “You gotta see tings
like dis all a matter o’balance.”
“Pardon me?” She was distracted somewhat by the progress
of his fingers beneath her shirt, her skin bare beneath the loose garment She had been expecting to be alone, to put
herself through her misery and go back to bed to mope in peace. “Remy…”
“Balance, cherie,” he murmured
before capturing her lips in a kiss.
Jubilee was not sure if this was a
reiteration or a direct order. She
gripped the narrow bean beneath her and sighed, Remy’s tongue parting her lips
to deepen the embrace, his hands coming up to cradle her face. She had just closed her eyes and was
starting to feel the delicious warming sensation low in her belly that she
always associated with Remy’s kisses when he stopped. “Gumbo…”
“Balance,” he repeated, kissing her
neck just below her ear. “You gotta
balance who you were avec who you are.
You can’t be one or nothin’…you gotta be both.” He nipped her earlobe sharply, making her
gasp. “You gotta be,” he paused to kiss
the hollow of her throat, “de Jubilation dat went ta Bayville High School an’
made all A’s an’ kicked butt on de gymnastic team.” He suckled slowly on the soft skin of her neck, feeling her
shudder as if it were his own. Pausing
again, this time to admire his handiwork—a small red spot just beneath her jaw
that would mark her for days—he added, “An’ de Jubilation Lee who go here, who
fights sims mutamutants an’ still kicks ass wid de gymnastics.”
She licked her lips, trying to find
her voice as he lifted her, her legs going around his waist perforce. Finally, she summoned a few words. “Not here…”
“Pour quoi?” he murmured petulantly
before bracing her against the balance beam.
“I hate dese pants…dey in my way…”
With an almost savage pull at the seam, he tore them free.
“Damn it, Remy! Those were my favorites! My froggies!” she wailed as the ruined
pajama bottoms fell to the floor.
“I get you new…” He kissed her
again, plundering her mouth as his fingers worked against her and within her,
drawing forth the dew of her desire as she balance precariously on the beam
behind her. She barely noticed as he
freed himself from the constraints of his jeans as she finally began returning
the kisses and nips, making him groan softly as her teeth scraped sensitive skin,
her tongue tasting sweat and the faint acid of his aftershave. He pressed into her carefully, making her
gasp and arch her back, pressing her breasts against his chest, her turgid
nipples rubbing roughly against her shirt, sending more frissons of
excruciating pleasure down her spine and through her groin. He filled her completely, murmuring nothing important
against her hair as he moved within her.
“You also de Jubilee dat I love…you have to balance dat, aussi,” he said
raggedly.
She dug her heels into his thighs
as words escaped her. She did not feel
like any of those things he had called her just then. She did feel wanted, though, and needed, and loved and warm and
wet and a myriad of other things she could not name in her ecstasy. When he pressed his thumb against the apex
of her desire, she knew she was lost. Her
body shuddered and tightened before flooding with golden heat, her release
tearing from her in an inarticulate cry. She felt like she fell into a million
pieces and was put back together far more sensitized that was possible healthy. Remy’s release inside her filled her with
warmth both physical and emotional, his sharp groan of her name making her
shiver against him.
“Balance,” he breathed a moment
later, still holding her to him, joined even though they were not active.
She closed her eyes for a moment
before asking, “Do you think you can solve all my problems with sex, LeBeau?”
It took him a moment before he
realized she was teasing. “Well, dat
all part o’ my balance. It keep me
stable.”
She snorted. “I’ll keep that in mind next time I come
unbalanced.”
As they righted themselves, Jubilee
taking his proffered shirt to cover her nudity, he asked, “Was it really so
bad, not competing?”
“Remy, my entire life has been a
competition. I had to compete with
other kids to be the best in school, then compete to survive on the streets…then
I get here and it’s like I’m starting over, trying to be the best all over
again…”
“Mebbe,” he said carefully, taking
her hand to guide her back to her room, “you only gotta worry ‘bout bein’ de
best Jubilation, not de best everyting.”
She paused as if the idea were
tangible and blocking her path. “Huh.”
“Quoi?”
“Balance, huh? I think I might be able to do that…”
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