I feel like Anais Nin...

I Feel Like Anais Nin Chapter Two (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… I just can’t escape the femmeslash, lol. Readers/Reviewers: I was going to leave this as a one shot but I got lots of requests to continue so…taa daa! LOL…

Jean wasn’t at breakfast. Scott noticed and was twitchy. It made me wonder what had happened after she left my room last night but I had a feeling she tried to reassert her womanhoo som something with Scott. “Wanna hand me the juice?” I asked him, raising my brow when he jumped.
“Hey, do you and Jean ever…you know…talk?” he asked quietly, leaning to hand me the jug of orange juice.
“Uh, kinda. Why? You need an idea for her birthday or something?” I acted as casual as I could but I knew I was turning pink. Damned lack of make up.
“It’s her birthday?” he choked. “I thought it wasn’t until next week!”
“It isn’t, Boy Wonder… what do you need to know?”
“It’s just she’s acting weird lately.” He glanced aside at Kurt, sitting next to him, and leaned further towards me. “She came to my room last night talking all weird and said she’d been to see you… I was wondering if you two had a falling out or something.”
Kurt was so busy trying to get Kitty to notice him but not look like he was that he did not hear anything going on next to him. Jubilee, on the other hand, was sitting next to me and in human recording device mode. “Nah, no fight,” I shrugged. “Maybe it’s PMS or something.” As I had hoped and expected, any mention of anything involving a uterus made Scott uncomfortable. He frowned and eased back into his seat, staring forlornly at his toast. I pushed the last scrap of mine around in the remains of my scrambled eggs and added casually, “If you want, I’ll talk to her and see what I can find out…”
Scott looked up, almost smiling. “Cool.”
I finished the remains of my food and got up to my my plate in the dishwasher. Jubilee followed me like a shadow, making me cringe inwardly. There was no way in Hell she could know what had happened the night before but she seemed to know something was up. “ ‘Scuse me,” I muttered, elbowing her as I opened the dishwasher.
“You’re up to something,” she said tartly, ignoring my rudeness. “And I think it’s something bad.”
“I guess that’d all depend on what your definition of bad is, wouldn’t it?”
She followed me out of the kitchen and into the foyer. “I think you know why Jean’s pissy.” She didn’t like me ignoring her so she kept talking as we walked up the stairs. “And I think it’s your fault. I think she’s mad because you like Scott. And I think she’s mad because you drained him last night!”
“Jubilee, anyone ever tell you that you talk way too much?” We were outside the door to my room and I had no intention of letting her in. Usually, she didn’t bug me but when she was in Nosey-Mode, that made for one pissed off me.
“Yeah. It’s all part of my charm,” she shrugged. “So what is it? It’s because you like him, isn’t it?”
“If I didn’t know better,” I said slowly, “I’d say you’re in like with him and want to see if the road is clear for you…”
Jubilee looked so startled I knew I’d hit it on the head. “No way! I don’t like Scott…he’s…he’s…”
“Bye, Jubes!” I shut the door in her face, leaving her there sputtering. I wacingcing my bed, still rumbled from my night’s sleep; the smell of Jean had long since faded but I could imagine it. I couldn’t feel Scott hammering at my feelings and thoughts anymore, but my own feelings and thoughts were still there. The want was mine, the need was mine. It scared me. I couldn’t stand it all of a sudden, seeing the bed, the sheets that we had been on, knowing what had happened. I ripped off the sheets and threw then in a heap on the floor and began trying to flip the mattress.
Rogue…
Her voice in my head made me gasp. What? I’m busy.
We need to talk.
That might be the understatement of the year, Jean.
I need to know…let me see…
I hadn’t know it was really possible to sound pleading telepathically. I didn’t know what she expected to see other than what we had done. I had no ulterior motive and told her so. Until last night, Jean, I hadn’t even thought of doing that before. Not really, anyway. No more than the normal curiosity…
Please Rogue? I could feel her already reaching in, trying to open locked secrets.
Just give me a sec, okay? I crawled onto the now-crooked mattress and laid down. Might as well be comfortable for an invasive procedure, I thought. I knew she caught that because I felt her pang of guilt as if it were my own. I closed my eyes and sighed. Okay.
She had been in my head before, telling me to hurry up a Daa Danger Room session, making snarky comments during class, trying to anticipate my moves in combat training, but never like this. I didn’t feel her presence like an intruder but like a lover. I think she was doing something to relax me because I felt very…cooperative…as she moved through my mind. I felt her sink into me, felt it like a physical touch on my skin and in my core. I let the memories rise to the surface, so fresh that the sensations and tastes and sounds were vivid. I could feel her excitement thrumming through me, making me warm, pooling in my belly and mingling with my own. I knew she was sending this on purpose, that it wasn’t some accident of telepathy, but I didn’t care. My fingers skimmed over my breasts and down my stomach, moving inexorably towards my center. I wanted her, nothing to do with Scott. I wanted her mouth on me, I wanted her breath on my skin, her fingers… Sorry…
“What?” It took me a second to realize I’d spoken aloud. Jean?
Find me tonight. I know what I need to say now.