Matchmaker, Matchmaker
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X-Men - Animated Series (all) › FemSlash - Female/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
5,953
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own X-Men Evolution, or any of the characters from it. I make no money from from the writing of this story.
Matchmaker, Matchmaker
Dislcaimer: As always, I own nothing and no one. *sigh* More's the pity.
A/N: This chapter has the first lemony scene I've ever written, so please let me know what you think!
Jean Grey sat waiting for the bell to ring and release her from her Senior history class. On the desk in front of her lay her very neat notebook and a neatly folded letter she couldn’t wait to give to her girlfriend. She knew Rogue wasn’t much for gossip, but this justjust too good to keep to herself.
Shortly before class started, Jean had been walking down the hall with Scott Summers, her best friend and the leader of the team of mutant teens known as the X-Men, when Scott suddenly stopped in his tracks and eeped. He actually went, “Eep!” and ducked behind Jean in a rather pathetic attempt to hide.
“Scott, what are you-”
“Sh, sh!” Scott said frantically, holding Jean by the arms to keep her in place. Laughing though slightly disturbed, Jean had looked down the hallway and finally saw what had Scott in such a fit. There at his locker, smiling at the admirers that were crowded around him, stood the Cajun thief with demon eyes (currently concealed by brown contacts) named Remy Lebeau. By now it was common knowledge throughout Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters that Scott was completely smitten with the older boy, so much so that he seemed incapable of holding a conversation while in Remy’s presence. Unfortunately for Scott, Remy either didn’t notice or simply didn’t care. Jean desperately hoped it was the former because she didn’t think she could bare to see Scott’s heart broken again. Still, it was always amusing to watch Scott go from ’fearless leader’ to ’blushing schoolgirl,’ (one of Rogue’s favorite nicknames for him). Scott had been so desperate not to be seen that he hadn’t allowed Jean to move until Remy had gone off to class, which was right when the bell rang.
Now Jean stood as the bell sounded to end class and made her way out the classroom door, making a beeline for the girls’ bathroom where she and Rogue met up every school day. Dodging the random clique here and there, she was about a foot from the bathroom door when a wall of solid muscle in a tight black shirt stepped into her path. Sighing in exasperation, she looked up to meet Remy’s eyes with her own and smiled.
“Hey, Remy. What’s up?” she asked pleasantly while silently wishing he’d just get the hell out of the way. Remy grinned down at her and leaned back against the door frame of the bathroom, showing that she wasn’t going anywhere until he let her.
“Well, Red, sumtin’ been bod’rin’ Remy for a few days now, and Remy be wondrin’ if ya can mebbe help him wit’ it.” As Remy said this, he reached into one of the many pockets lining the inside of his trench coat and pulled out a folded piece of paper. Handing it over to Jean, Remy continued, “Somebody left dis in Remy’s locker. T’ink ya might can tell me who, mon ami?” Cocking an eyebrow, Jean tucked her notebook under her arm and unfolded the sheet, which read:
“Gambit,
I love your unruly hair, your carefree smile, your handsome body, and most of all your amazing eyes….your real eyes…I could spend endless hours just staring into the depths of crimson gems embedded in onyx, twinkling with mischief when you grin. Maybe one day I’ll get to say this to you in person.
Love,”
Jean squinted at the scratched-out signature, even though she already knew who wrote the note. She’d recognize that stiff handwriting anywhere. But she wasn’t going to out hrienriend just yet. Handing back the slip of paper, she cleared her throat.
“Obviously, whoever wrote that didn’t want you to know who they were,” Jean said, hoping he’d accept that and go away. She should have known better.
“But ya’ do know who wrote it, non?” he asked as he carefully refolded the note and slipped it back inside his coat. “It’s somebody from de Institute, Remy can tell dat much. But Remy jusn’ pn’ pinpoint who wrote it. Can’ ya jus’ tell Remy who it is, Red?” Jean bit her lip under the full force of Remy‘s charm, but was saved from answering when Rogue yanked the door open right behind him.
“Dammit, Swamp Rat, what’re doin’ ta my girl?” Rogue snapped as she shoved Remy away from the door. Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed Jean’s wrist with a gloved hand and started pulling her into the bathroom. Jean felt Remy put a hand on her shoulder, and she turned her head with a questioning look.
“Do Remy a favor, petite, an’ tell whoever wrote dis dat Remy already interested in someone.” Jean could feel her heart dropping into her stomach, dreading the crushed look she could already see on Scott’s face, until Remy continued, “An’ unless de person got rose-colored glasses, dey might as well give up.” With that Remy walked away, leaving Jean to figure out what he meant. It didn’t take her long. Pushing Rogue into the bathroom, Jean laughed and promised a full explanation soon.
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Later that afternoon, Jean sat in the middle of her bed attempting to do her homework. Attempting and failing thanks to the thoroughly distracting feeling of Rogue’s hands kneading her muscles into jello. Letting the pencil slip from her fingers, Jean leaned back into the massage with a soft moan.
“You know,” she said as Rogue’s fingers moved to rub up and down her arms, “I really do need to get this done.” She could feel Rogue smirk against her hair, her hands slowly making their way around to Jean’s belly to stroke in a gentle circular motion.
“Well, go ahead, Sugah. I ain’t gonna stop ya,” Rogue said sensuously as her hands made their way in opposite directions on Jean’s body. Jean had the thought to tell Rogue that that was exactly what she was doing, but all mental functions faltered when Rogue’s right hand cupped and lightly squeezed her breast. Jean moaned softly as she felt her nipples harden beneath Rogue’s ministrations, fleetingly wishing there were much less clothing between them. Before this train of thought could slip into something more depressing, a burst of sensation withdrew a sharp gasp as Rogue’s left hand pressed forcefully against the center of Jean’s arousal.
“R-Rogue,” Jean moaned, her breath hitching in her throat. Rogue answered by grinding the palm of her hand against the material covering Jean’s sex, causing the red head to buck her hips almost violently until the feelings suddenly stopped. Jean could only whimper in response to the teasing action until she felt the zipper of her pants being drawn down. She briefly wondered how she missed the button being undone, but again thinking became a secondary function as Rogue’s fingers slipped smoothly over hentienties and dipped deep into Jean‘s core. By now Jean was writhing under her lover’s touch, panting and gasping for release. Her panties were soaked through, and her body was tensing up as her climax drew closer and closer…
The door opened.
“Hey, Jean, do you have the math home..work….uhhhh…” Scott trailed off as he looked on in a mild state of shock. For a moment nobody moved, then the room seemed to explode with motion. Jean and Rogue pulled apart, Jean falling off the bed while attempting to straighten her clothes, and Scott backed into the doorframe with his hands over his eyes. “Ohgodohgodohgod,” he murmured over and over again as he tried to erase the sight from his mind. Suddenly he found himself a foot in the air with Rogue gripping tightly to his collar, the look of fury on her face terrifying Scott beyond any enemy they’d ever faced.
“Do ya not know how to KNOCK, ya stupid queer?!” Rogue shouted and slammed him into the wall. Scott was caught between struggling to breathe and struggling to burn the image from his memory. Neither seemed to be working. Jean appeared at Rogue’s side and laid a hand on her shoulder.
“Rogue, calm down! Do you want the whole school up here?!” she said softly and coaxed the Southern girl to put Scott down. Checking the hall both ways to make sure no one was coming, Jean closed the door and turned to face the others. She could feel the tell-tale burn of embarrassment flushing her cheeks and could see the blushes overtaking both Scott and Rogue (though it was a little hard to tell through all the makeup Rogue wore). Letting silence rest uneasily over them for a moment, Jean took several deep breaths while racking her brain for the best thing to say in this situation. Clearing her throat, Jean ran a hand absently through her hair and smiled wearily at Scott. “So, you said something about math homework?”
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tbc...
Yeah, I'm mean. ^_^
A/N: This chapter has the first lemony scene I've ever written, so please let me know what you think!
Jean Grey sat waiting for the bell to ring and release her from her Senior history class. On the desk in front of her lay her very neat notebook and a neatly folded letter she couldn’t wait to give to her girlfriend. She knew Rogue wasn’t much for gossip, but this justjust too good to keep to herself.
Shortly before class started, Jean had been walking down the hall with Scott Summers, her best friend and the leader of the team of mutant teens known as the X-Men, when Scott suddenly stopped in his tracks and eeped. He actually went, “Eep!” and ducked behind Jean in a rather pathetic attempt to hide.
“Scott, what are you-”
“Sh, sh!” Scott said frantically, holding Jean by the arms to keep her in place. Laughing though slightly disturbed, Jean had looked down the hallway and finally saw what had Scott in such a fit. There at his locker, smiling at the admirers that were crowded around him, stood the Cajun thief with demon eyes (currently concealed by brown contacts) named Remy Lebeau. By now it was common knowledge throughout Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters that Scott was completely smitten with the older boy, so much so that he seemed incapable of holding a conversation while in Remy’s presence. Unfortunately for Scott, Remy either didn’t notice or simply didn’t care. Jean desperately hoped it was the former because she didn’t think she could bare to see Scott’s heart broken again. Still, it was always amusing to watch Scott go from ’fearless leader’ to ’blushing schoolgirl,’ (one of Rogue’s favorite nicknames for him). Scott had been so desperate not to be seen that he hadn’t allowed Jean to move until Remy had gone off to class, which was right when the bell rang.
Now Jean stood as the bell sounded to end class and made her way out the classroom door, making a beeline for the girls’ bathroom where she and Rogue met up every school day. Dodging the random clique here and there, she was about a foot from the bathroom door when a wall of solid muscle in a tight black shirt stepped into her path. Sighing in exasperation, she looked up to meet Remy’s eyes with her own and smiled.
“Hey, Remy. What’s up?” she asked pleasantly while silently wishing he’d just get the hell out of the way. Remy grinned down at her and leaned back against the door frame of the bathroom, showing that she wasn’t going anywhere until he let her.
“Well, Red, sumtin’ been bod’rin’ Remy for a few days now, and Remy be wondrin’ if ya can mebbe help him wit’ it.” As Remy said this, he reached into one of the many pockets lining the inside of his trench coat and pulled out a folded piece of paper. Handing it over to Jean, Remy continued, “Somebody left dis in Remy’s locker. T’ink ya might can tell me who, mon ami?” Cocking an eyebrow, Jean tucked her notebook under her arm and unfolded the sheet, which read:
“Gambit,
I love your unruly hair, your carefree smile, your handsome body, and most of all your amazing eyes….your real eyes…I could spend endless hours just staring into the depths of crimson gems embedded in onyx, twinkling with mischief when you grin. Maybe one day I’ll get to say this to you in person.
Love,”
Jean squinted at the scratched-out signature, even though she already knew who wrote the note. She’d recognize that stiff handwriting anywhere. But she wasn’t going to out hrienriend just yet. Handing back the slip of paper, she cleared her throat.
“Obviously, whoever wrote that didn’t want you to know who they were,” Jean said, hoping he’d accept that and go away. She should have known better.
“But ya’ do know who wrote it, non?” he asked as he carefully refolded the note and slipped it back inside his coat. “It’s somebody from de Institute, Remy can tell dat much. But Remy jusn’ pn’ pinpoint who wrote it. Can’ ya jus’ tell Remy who it is, Red?” Jean bit her lip under the full force of Remy‘s charm, but was saved from answering when Rogue yanked the door open right behind him.
“Dammit, Swamp Rat, what’re doin’ ta my girl?” Rogue snapped as she shoved Remy away from the door. Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed Jean’s wrist with a gloved hand and started pulling her into the bathroom. Jean felt Remy put a hand on her shoulder, and she turned her head with a questioning look.
“Do Remy a favor, petite, an’ tell whoever wrote dis dat Remy already interested in someone.” Jean could feel her heart dropping into her stomach, dreading the crushed look she could already see on Scott’s face, until Remy continued, “An’ unless de person got rose-colored glasses, dey might as well give up.” With that Remy walked away, leaving Jean to figure out what he meant. It didn’t take her long. Pushing Rogue into the bathroom, Jean laughed and promised a full explanation soon.
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Later that afternoon, Jean sat in the middle of her bed attempting to do her homework. Attempting and failing thanks to the thoroughly distracting feeling of Rogue’s hands kneading her muscles into jello. Letting the pencil slip from her fingers, Jean leaned back into the massage with a soft moan.
“You know,” she said as Rogue’s fingers moved to rub up and down her arms, “I really do need to get this done.” She could feel Rogue smirk against her hair, her hands slowly making their way around to Jean’s belly to stroke in a gentle circular motion.
“Well, go ahead, Sugah. I ain’t gonna stop ya,” Rogue said sensuously as her hands made their way in opposite directions on Jean’s body. Jean had the thought to tell Rogue that that was exactly what she was doing, but all mental functions faltered when Rogue’s right hand cupped and lightly squeezed her breast. Jean moaned softly as she felt her nipples harden beneath Rogue’s ministrations, fleetingly wishing there were much less clothing between them. Before this train of thought could slip into something more depressing, a burst of sensation withdrew a sharp gasp as Rogue’s left hand pressed forcefully against the center of Jean’s arousal.
“R-Rogue,” Jean moaned, her breath hitching in her throat. Rogue answered by grinding the palm of her hand against the material covering Jean’s sex, causing the red head to buck her hips almost violently until the feelings suddenly stopped. Jean could only whimper in response to the teasing action until she felt the zipper of her pants being drawn down. She briefly wondered how she missed the button being undone, but again thinking became a secondary function as Rogue’s fingers slipped smoothly over hentienties and dipped deep into Jean‘s core. By now Jean was writhing under her lover’s touch, panting and gasping for release. Her panties were soaked through, and her body was tensing up as her climax drew closer and closer…
The door opened.
“Hey, Jean, do you have the math home..work….uhhhh…” Scott trailed off as he looked on in a mild state of shock. For a moment nobody moved, then the room seemed to explode with motion. Jean and Rogue pulled apart, Jean falling off the bed while attempting to straighten her clothes, and Scott backed into the doorframe with his hands over his eyes. “Ohgodohgodohgod,” he murmured over and over again as he tried to erase the sight from his mind. Suddenly he found himself a foot in the air with Rogue gripping tightly to his collar, the look of fury on her face terrifying Scott beyond any enemy they’d ever faced.
“Do ya not know how to KNOCK, ya stupid queer?!” Rogue shouted and slammed him into the wall. Scott was caught between struggling to breathe and struggling to burn the image from his memory. Neither seemed to be working. Jean appeared at Rogue’s side and laid a hand on her shoulder.
“Rogue, calm down! Do you want the whole school up here?!” she said softly and coaxed the Southern girl to put Scott down. Checking the hall both ways to make sure no one was coming, Jean closed the door and turned to face the others. She could feel the tell-tale burn of embarrassment flushing her cheeks and could see the blushes overtaking both Scott and Rogue (though it was a little hard to tell through all the makeup Rogue wore). Letting silence rest uneasily over them for a moment, Jean took several deep breaths while racking her brain for the best thing to say in this situation. Clearing her throat, Jean ran a hand absently through her hair and smiled wearily at Scott. “So, you said something about math homework?”
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tbc...
Yeah, I'm mean. ^_^