Macaroni and Cheese

Macaroni and Cheese (NC-17)

A/N This one is a sidefling from Forever (shameless self-plug). It's got a Remy/ Jubes pairing, but what's real and what isn't?

DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything in here that you may recognize-I'm just borrowing the characters and names of stuff to play with for a little while. I'll be good. I promise. :) This is FANFICTION using characters that belong to Marvel and I make no profit off of this.

Special thanks for Foxfeather for helping me chose the pairing and for all her encouragement!


Jubilee felt his eyes on her before he said a word. "Hey, Rem." She kept her face turned from him, the remnants of her bruise still blue on her golden skin.1
"You doin' okay, p'tite?" He stood in the doorway, hands bracing the frame as if the structure depended on it. "Yo' face look almost healed..."
"Yeah, well...thanks." Jubilee tucked her bottle of water under her arm and balanced her plate on the flat of one hand while trying to juggle an apple and a bag of chips with the other.
"Want help?" Remy moved to take the food from her hands only to have Jubilee step out of his reach and give him a death glare. Remy sighed, feeling a strangely empty spot where he was sure his heart should be. "Why you been avoidin' me, chere? I jus' concerned for you-you been mad as a wet hen lately and I want to know why." He stood, arms akimbo, blocking her exit to the rec room.
"It's none of your business, Gumbo. Now move it or lose it!" Jubilee made to shoulder past him but ended up dropping her plate instead. "Shit!" Jubilee dropped to her knees, acutely aware just where her face was level to, and began shoving her ruined sandwich back onto the dish.
"See what happens when you try avoidin' ol' Remy?" The Cajun thief joined her on the floor, stilling her hands with his "Let me help." Jubilee found herself forced back, Remy scooping her food up and helping her stand. "Why don' you eat in the kitchen? Somethin' decent..." Her sandwich sat accusingly on the plate: processed cheese, mayonnaise, nitrate-filled lunch meat, and something that seemed to be salsa smeared on white bread defied Remy to find anything nutritional in its contents.
"It's what I always eat, Remy. I'll just make do with the fruit and Cheetos. Now can I go? I really don't feel like talking." Jubilee felt worn out. She was tired of dancing around Remy and Rogue, tired of hiding what she felt behind anger and venom. _If he asks me one more time, I just might tell him. Damned Cajun charm. If only he didn't have those bedroom eyes. Shit, I'd die for just one look from those eyes, like the looks he gives Rogue... _ Remy took her silence as consent and dumped the remains of her lunch into the disposal, hastily assembling ingredients from the fridge and pantry. Jubilee wilted into a chair and rested her head on her arms, staring at her own reflection in the highly polished surface of the table.
"You like macaroni, chere?"
"Cajun cooks mac and cheese? Who'd a thunk it?" Jubilee knew her voice sounded flat and half-expected Remy to turn begin questioning her again. She was only mildly surprised when he remained silent save for a slight snigger at her comment.
"Dis Cajun only cooks good food, p'tite. None o' that process crap you like to eat!" Remy caught her reflection in the hooded vent over the stovetop and winced at the sad expression on her face. "You still not talking, Jubes?"
Damn it. _Here it comes. _ "Just thinkin'. Stuff around here's been so crazy lately. Kurt and Kitty, Amara being all weird...this whole _thing _ with Rogue."
"Ah. I been wonderin' when you get to that. What is this ting wit Rogue?" His movements slowed as he listened for every nuance of her explanation, prepared to dissect her words for any hidden truths.
"She broke a promise. She broke my trust." Jubilee let her chin bump the table and only grimaced a little when the dull pain radiated through sore nerves.
"What kind o'promise?" Remy had stopped stirring the yellow sauce and was staring at the girl's reflection. She looked tired, he noticed, and sad.
"An important one..." _I just can't do it. _ "Look, Rem, I really appreciate you going to all this trouble, but I think I need to go lay down for a little while. Why don't you just save me some of the mac and cheese and I'll eat it for dinner?" Without waiting for an answer, Jubilee quickly left the room, heading for her bed by the sounds of her footfalls over head. Remy stood, staring into the pot of made-from-scratch cheese sauce as it bubbled gently, staring as if it had all the answers.

Jubilee was not sure how long she had been asleep, she just knew it had not been a good nap. She kept waking up with images of a naked, sweaty Remy above her, beneath her, all around her emblazoned into the inside of her eyelids. Shit. _This is not going well. I thought I'd get over him quick once I stopped obsessing over this whole Rogue thing. If he wants Rogue, he'll have her. Why the Hell would he want someone like me when he can have the Queen of Mysteries? She'd fit right in with his life. Dark, beautiful, sexy---I'd just be like Scrappy Doo to him. An annoying sidekick.2 _ Rolling over to look at her clock, Jubilee noticed that it was six thirty and she had been in her room for several hours; it was now dusk. Flopping onto her back, she stifled a groan and ran her hands through her short, spikey hairfrusfrustration. "Why me?"
"Mebbe cause you special?" The rich voice made her roll off of her bed and into a defensive position before she realized that it was Remy, lurking in the darkness near her door.
"Damn it, Gumbo! Don't scare me like that!" Jubilee straightened, finally seeing him in the shadows. His red and black eyes glinted with the setting sunlight, seeming to take inventory of all that he saw. Jubilee knew that look-she had it herself every time she went somewhere new. It was something she supposed was common to thieves, something they never forgot. _Casing the joint, mon ami? _ She did not realize that she had spoken aloud until Remy started laughing.
"Didn't think you'd notice, chere." He swept his gaze over her again, sending shivers across her skin. "Quite a sight, p'tite. Though mebbe that's not the right name for you, eh?" Jubilee followed his glance and realize that he was taking in her scantily clad form; when she had crawled into bed, she had shed all her clothing save a tank top, panties, and socks. Only one sock was still on her foot, though-the sat at the foot of her bed in a rather forlorn electric-blue twist.
"Damn it!" She dove back into bed, putting too much pressure on the healing bruise. "Ow!"
"Jus not catchin' any breaks, eh Jubilee?" He was close to her now, and she tensed, freezing where she lay on her side, clutching a pillow to her throbbing face.
"Why are you in here?" _God, don't let him think I sound scared. _
"Why you scared, p'tite?"
Shit. "I'm not. I'm just tired." Depressed.
"Talk to me. You used to talk to me. Why you stop?" He settled his weight on the edge of her bed, careful not to jostle her.
"Remy..." _Where do I start? Tell you I think I love you or that I'm pissed off that you see me as kid while you see Rogue as a woman? _
"Yeah?" Her pause had gone on so long that he was worried she may have fallen asleep again.
"I don't know what to say. Fuck. I've been Good Little Jubilee for so long that I can't even talk like myself anymore." The Asian girl rolled onto her back, crossing her arms above her head. She could hear Remy gulp but wrote it off to random body noises, not even daring to hope that it could be because of her body.
"You think you a different girl from before comin' here?" Remy leaned back, resting his weight on his elbows, his head scant inches from Jubilee's thigh. It was her turn to gulp.
"I don't think it. I _know _ it. Before, I was self sufficient, you know? I could take care of myself. Now, I'm a prep school girl living in a mansion, all my needs at my finger tips."
Remy nodded. He knew exactly how she felt. "Miss thievin'?" Slowly, he scooted further onto the bed. His upper back was now touching Jubilee's thigh, his hair falling back to tickle the other leg. She held perfectly still, not sure if this was an intentional move on his part or not.
_The man is a flirt of the worst kind. He could think this is the funniest thing he's seen all year, me laying here panting for him while he's cool as a cucumber about it. Damn men. _ "It's not so much that. It's just...I feel like I'm less of a person now. I'm all alone and no one can understand why I feel like this." With a sigh, Jubilee relaxed into the mattress, perforce taking Remy with her deeper into the softness of the bed.
"That why you jumped Rogue?" Remy te for for the answer, expecting an explosion of fireworks or Jubilee-style rage. Or mebbe both, eh? What he did not expect was the sob that racked her body from head to toe. "Chere! Why you cryin'?" In a flash, Remy had shifted to that he lay side by side with the girl, catching her tears with a swipe of this thumbs across each cheek. "Shhhh.. Don' cry, p'tite!" Remy murmured blandishments in Cajun and French into her ear as she clung to his biceps as if her very life depended on it.
"I just feel so alone, Remy! When you got here, I thought 'Hey! Here's someone like me, someone who knows what it's like to be alone and have to fight. Rogue promised to leave you alone because I told her...I told her I knew that you'd never talk to me if she was around. And I was right!" Her small body shook with a fresh bout of sobs and shame. "I'm sorry, Remy!" Her face was pressed against his chest, soaking his thin t-shirt with tears.
"P'tite, jus' cause I appreciate a pretty femme don' mean I abandon mes amies, eh? You and me, we always be friends."
"I know! That's what I'm afraid of!" Her sudden gasp cut off the last syllable. "Oh, fuck me. That was so not what I wanted to say." Her crying suddenly cut off by the pillow that she clamped over her face, Jubilee began castigating herself in a mix of Chinese and English, scooting as far from Remy as she could.
"Chere...." Remy reached out a hand to touch her bare arm but thought better of it. The moment he had half-feared, half-anticipated had arrived and he was not sure how to deal with it. "I don' know what to say, Jubilee."
"Just go." Her voice was muffled by the pillow, giving Remy an idea.
"Sorry, p'tite. Remy didn't hear you right. You say you want me to take the pillow?" With one deft movement, he had the pillow off her face and across the room. She let out a startled yelp and scrambled for the other pillow on the bed, freezing when Remy captured her wrists with one hand. "Now, if you done bein' silly, why don' you tell me everythin'?"
"Lemmego!" Jubilee sprung to life, arching and twisting beneath his torso, sending frissons of heat through both their bodies. When her hip came into contact with a rather excited portion of Remy's anatomy, Jubilee let out a startled gasp before Remy let go of her wrists and allowed her to move away. "Oh."
"P'tite, I be thinkin' there something we need to talk about..."
"Remy, it's a normal reaction. Any heterosexual or bisexual male would have the same problem with a female rubbing all over them." Jubilee hoped the darkening room hid her fierce blush. She could feel the moisture between her legs pooling, adding to what was already there from her rather heated dreams. _ Shit. Does that have a smell? He can't tell, can he?_ She knew that he could see her nipples, as close as he was, so she crossed her arms to hide their erect state.
"P'tite, it's a reaction I been havin' a lot 'round you." His voice was low and quiet, not a trace of mockery evident in his tone.
"Don't fuck with me, Cajun. Did Rogue tell you about my crush or something? Is this all a joke to you?" Jubilee moved off the bed, anger suddenly flaring in the pit of her stomach.
"Why don' you think a man can like you for you, p'tite?" Remy made to roll onto his stomach but seemed to think better of it, sitting up instead. His back was to Jubilee and his head hung low, an posture of frustration and sadness.
"Why should they when Rogue and Kitty and Amara and Jean are around? I'm just a snot nosed brat, loud mouthed Jubilee. They think I was a shoplifting mall rat before I came here, they have no idea that I have big brass ones and it hurts every second of the day that I have to play little girl to their big er.er." Jubilee was in a fine lather now, completely forgetting that she was clad only in underwear.
"I like you for you, Jubilation." Remy's voice was barely audible. Jubilee stopped pacing and stood, mouth hanging open. "You hear me?"
She shook herself mentally before answering. "Yeah-I mean, you said earlier that we'd always be friends."
"Jubilee, I _like _ you. Hell, this Cajun may even be fallin' for you." This said, Remy stood and turned slowly to face Jubilee.
"But...Rogue..." The world spun crazily on it's axis for Jubilee. She felt the bed thump beneath her panty-clad rear and realized that she had sat down in her shock.
"Rogue is beautiful and mysterious, oui, mais she likes the pursuit, not the companionship. Rogue, she be a great crush for me, non?" Remy's lips quirked ruefully, taking in Jubilee's goggle-eyed expression. "She not be for me, though, chere. I be thinkin' that you and me, we need each other."
"You and me?" Her voice squeaked out, startling Jubilee back to reality. Heat rushed to her face once more and sweat slicked her palms.
Remy smiled fully now, moving to kneel before her. "Oui-you an' me, chere. We understand each other, non? Rogue, she don' understand us. She's a great girl and a great friend, mais je pense que3 she be nothin' but pain in the end." His hands caught hers where they rested on her knees and she was absurdly glad that he still worse those fingerless gloves so he would not feel how sweaty her palms were.
"Kurt and Kitty are working out and it's nothing but pain for them you know." Jubilee felt the need to point this out, give Remy a chance to realize that things with Rogue could work out. _Better now that he realize it than a year from now when we're together...heh. Like that'd happen. This is all a lovely little dream... _
"Kurt and Kitty are meant for each other, chere. Me an' Rogue, it'd be fun and games for a while mais she not for me."
"Oh? And I am?" Jubilee felt her brave front slip into place, her spine straightening. _If I'm gonna get hurt, I'd better be wearing armor. _
"Oui." The word came out as a bare whisper as Remy's face moved towards hers. Jubilee barely had time to take a breath before his lips closed against hers. After the briefest hesitation, Jubilee opened her mouth against his. His tongue slid forward, tasting the skin of her lower lip before darting into her mouth for the most wicked caress Jubilee could ever wish to experience. Moaning, she reciprocated, nibbling on Remy's lip and delighting in the feel of his stubble against her skin. Fire shot through her body when Remy's hand moved against her breast, gently tugging her nipple before testing it's weight in his hand as if appraising it's value. Before she could think to do otherwise, Jubilee found herself laying back against the bed and taking Remy with her. The kiss broke and his eyes bored into hers. "Chere, I'm thinkin' it's gonna be real hard for me to stop if we start..." Jubilee's tongue in his mouth cut off further protest. His arousal was evident against her abdomen and he involuntarily ground against her.
"You know I'm not a virgin, right?" Jubilee wished that she was, just for Remy, that he would be her first.
"Yeah. Me, too..." The look in Remy's eyes for a brief moment showed Jubilee that he was entertaining the same wish. "You sure, chere?"
"Mmmmhmmmm. Got birth control and everything." Jubilee was insanely happy, not caring that this moment was something out of her dreams, something that she would normally doubt was really happening. Remy's mouth descended to nuzzle her neck, finding all the secret spots that made Jubilee writhe and moan. Jubilee's fingers found the edge of his shirt and slid underneath, skimming his warm flesh and tugging gently on the scant dusting of hair trailing from his chest to his stomach and lower. A soft moan from Remy was all the encouragement she needed to venture further down, finding the waistband of his black pants. _God bless the inventor of track pants. _ She slid her fingers past the elastic, grasping his erection in her small hand. Remy paused actiactivity on her neck to muffle his moans against her shoulder.
"Oh, p'tite...what you do to me..." Jubilee felt herself melt into a puddle of happy pink goo at his words.
"What do I do to you Remy?" Her voice was a throaty purr, causing Remy to look up at her sharply.
"Jubilee, you don' have to act for me. This is jus' us; you don' have to earn anything." His reminder of her previous sexual experiences, her innocence taken in exchange for shelter, for survival, made Jubilee cringe and try to draw away from her soon-to-be-lover. "Non! Stay wit' me, Jubilee. Jus' don' think you have to be anything you're not. Not fo' me, chere." Remy's gaze forced Jubilee to close her eyes, trying to hide from the fire burning behind his eyes. His mouth closed over her breast through her tank top, suckling then nipping at her soft flesh with his teeth. "You know Napoleon had the champagne glass formed for Josephine's breasts?"
"Yeah..." Jubilee paused to gasp. "Always loved that story. Napoleon was one cool guy." She giggled as Remy's tongue tickled her collar bone as his hands slid under her shirt. "What are you doing? Leave my shirt on."
"Non, chere. I want to see all of you..." Her shirt slid over her head and he began working on her panties, trying to slide the plain cotton briefs over clamped thighs.
"Nuh-uh. If I'm naked, you're naked!" She pushed herself away from Remy and he rolled his eyes, sketching a half bow as if to say 'As you wish, milady," before standing and shucking his shirt over his head. His gloves followed, landing with a soft thump on the floor next to his shirt. Jubilee's eyes widened as his hands slid under the waistband of his pants.
"You still got panties on, p'tite."
"Ah. On three then?" At Remy's Gallic shrug, Jubilee mentally counted to three and slid her panties off her legs and sent them to join her tank top in the growing pile of clothes on the floor. At the same time, Remy stepped out of his track pants and stood before her, gloriously naked. Jubilee gulped as he stood there unashamed, letting her look at him. She was still curled into a ball, her legs drawn to cover her breasts and pudenda4, when Remy cleared his throat, arching his brow to indicate it was her turn. Stiffly, Jubilee unfolded her legs and arms, laying back flat on the bed. She felt like a corpse on display until Remy's breath hitched in his throat and he took a half-step towards her.
"P'tite, I want to touch you." His hands flexed against his sides with the effort he was expending, trying to keep from manhandling her in his rising desire.
"Um....okay..." _Way to sound sexy, Jubes. _ Remy did not seem to mind, closing the distance to the bed. He knelt next to her, one hand sliding beneath her head while the other skimmed over her body, barely touching her yet inflaming her desire all the more. His eyes followed his hand and wrinkled in amusement when her toes curled at his touch. When he reached the source of her heat, Remy paused and looked at Jubilee, asking permission with his eyes. She nodded, her throat suddenly dry. Maintaining eye contact, Remy slid on finger into her slick opening, pausing before sliding it back out almost completely, making sure to rub against her clitoris. Jubilee bit back a moan and arched her hips towards him, sighing in rapture when he repeated the motion, this time moving his body over her , nestling his knee between hers. She hooked her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a deep kiss, only breaking it off when he pressed against her bundle of nerves with his thumb. "Oh, God, Remy!"
"Chere, I'm thinkin' it's almost time..." His voice sounded thick and Jubilee knew he was holding back.
"Me, too." One of her legs slid around his waist, her heel pressing into his backside. With a gentle nudge, she pressed his hard length against her wetness.
"Slowly, chere. We got time." Remy removed his hand from the apex of her thighs and took his wet finger into his mouth, rumbling low in his throat. Jubilee's wide eyes made him chuckle. "You taste like honey, ma chou.5"
Jubilee felt tears spring to her eyes-Remy's tenderness with her was something that she would never have expected, even in her wildest fantasies. _Somehow foreplay never came up...huh. I think I like it. _ Remy dragged his wet finger from his mouth and across her breasts, raising goosebumps wherever he touched. "I think I'm going to die now." Jubilee felt as if her soul was being lifted from her body and marveled at how it could have existed in such a sluggish form. Remy's soft laugh brought her back to the bedroom, though, and away from her flight of fancy. "Do I really...I mean...no one's ever done that to me before."
"Non?" Remy seemed a little surprised. "I thought you said you been wit a man before." He continued his ministrations to her breasts, focusing his attention on them rather than looking her in the eyes.
"Yeah, but it was quick and I didn't like it. I mean, it was only two guys and every time it was because I needed somewhere to stay or some protection from...stuff." Jubilee felt shame rising like gorge in her throat. "I whored myself...it was fucking, not making love or even sex."
"Never say that again, Jubilee. You survived and I love you for it." Remy froze now, words falling from his mouth before he could stop them.
"You what?" Jubilee rose, pushing Remy onto his back so that she could sit up. "What did you say to me?"
"You heard me. I sorry, p'tite...you want me to go?"
"What? Remy, you twit! I'm in love with you. Have been since day one." Remy sat up and they both looked at each other in stunned amazement. In a swift movement, Jubilee straddled Remy where he sat on her bed. "Keep your mouth shut for five minutes, Cajun, or we'll never do this." _ Please, this is important Remy. Let me have this moment with you._
"Jus' five minutes, chere? I'm thinking you underestimate dis Cajun!" At Jubilee's sharp look, Remy smiled and made a zipper motion across his lips. Biting her lower lip, Jubilee slid herself onto his thick length, eliciting a dual moan. She arched her back, bringing her breasts level with his mouth, begging for attention from his tongue and teeth. Remy complied with her silent request and took one soft breast into his mouth as she squeezed with internal muscles around his erection. Remy's moan sent reverberations across Jubilee's skin and into her fingertips. Leaning forward just slightly, Jubilee caused Remy to break his hold on her breast and lay back, her hands pressing against his chest as she set a slow rhythm. True to his word, Remy kept quiet save for a few soft grunts when Jubilee slid down his shaft, nearly taking him entirely in. She could feel something building inside her, in the pit of her stomach and knew that it was going to be something fantastic and new. Sweat began to drip down the hollow at the base of her spine and her speed picked up; Remy's hips began to buck beneath her, adding some force to the movements. With a cross between a sigh and a moan, Jubilee lay forward and brushed her breasts against Remy's chest, her mouth seeking his Adam's apple. Remy moaned loudly and Jubilee's hand clamped over his lips. Her eyes begged for him to remember that there were other people in the house, remember Kurt and Kitty. Don't want to end up like them do we? Remy nodded slightly and Jubilee removed her hand but not before receiving a tiny lick on the center of her palm. His hands clamped around her hips and he flipped her onto her back, never breaking their juncture. Jubilee's eyes widened as he started a hard, fast pace. "Sorry, p'tite. You was driving me crazy-I don't think I can last much longer!" Remy's voice was ragged and puffed in warm breaths against her neck. Twisting a lock of her hair around a finger, he murmured "Feels like silk," before sliding that same hand down to press against the source of her desire as he kept his movements steady. Jubilee felt that heat that had been pooling in her stomach suddenly suffuse through her entire abdomen and up into her breasts. Her mouth dropped open in a helpless "O" as wave after wave of golden heat washed over her. Dimly, she heard a voice that did not seem like her own whispering frantic urgings to Remy not to stop, to please, please, please keep doing that. Remy was saying something back to her, his warm dulcet voice sending a fresh wave of desire through Jubilee. One final, firm thrust into her opening and Jubilee saw white stars explode before her eyes and worried for a brief moment if she had sparklied Remy and herself in her lax state. Remy, though, did not seem to be affected. He gasped her name into her neck and seemed to lose all control of his smooth rhythm. Bucking wildly against her sensitive womanhood, he shouted into the curve of her shoulder and climaxed, filling her with hot fluid that spilled out with this continuing thrusts, coating her sex and her inner thighs with sticky warmth. Remy collapsed against her and drew her to his side as he rolled his weight off of her. "P'tite, I don' care how many people either of us been with-that was the first time either of us ever made love."
Unable to find words, Jubilee made a low noise in her throat and snuggled her face against Remy's ribs. A dull ache spread through her cheek and chin, radiating across her nose. "Damn. That hurts!" She moved against Remy only to find his warm skin replaced by sweat-soaked cotton. Blearily, Jubilee blinked in the darkness and experienced a sensation akin to free fall. She was alone in bed, her clock reading seven p.m. _The fuck...? _ Her clothes were soaked in sweat and she could feel the sticky heat between her legs that always accompanied a Remy- dream. _Damn it! I knew it! Shit damn motherfuck! _ Flinging her covers off, Jubilee flipped the light on next to her bed and grabbed her bathrobe off the floor where she had dropped it. _Another cold shower for Jubilation Lee-my regular date for Friday nights. A cold shower and my right hand. _ With a grim smile, Jubilee haphazardly tied the robe on and grabbed her shower supplies, stored in a plastic bin in her closet. _Gotta get clean clothes, huh? _ With growing ferocity, she stormed over to her dresser and cruelly yanked another tank top and a pair of panties from the drawers. She nearly missed it as she flung open the door. A flash of creamy yellow made her pause and look at her dresser top again. "Fuck me." Sitting dead center was a bowl of macaroni and cheese, still warm. _How much did he see? _


A/N There ya go. A little PWP for Remy and Jubilee set in the FOREVER universe. Can you tell I'm rooting for them? My Remy muse would not leave me alone until he had some time alone with SOMEONE resulting in this. Thanks to Foxfeather again for helping chose just who he'd get that alone time with...

1 The injury happened in FOREVER. Cough Plug cough plug....
2 Scrappy Doo has to be the most annoying cartoon character on the face of the earth. Just my own opinion.
3 But I think that...
4 It comes from the Latin word meaning "to be ashamed of" and usually refers to the vagina but sometimes is used to mean penis. I figured it was a good word to describe Jubilee since she was being shy. Besides, there's only so many euphemisms for vagina...
5 It literally means "my cabbage" but it's like calling someone "sweetie" or "honey" in English.