Lonewind Valley

A/N: I own none of these characters, I make no profit from this. I simply enjoy borrowing them to produce much smutty goodness!

As Bobby lay writhing in agony on the ground the creak of a door sounded in the second story and suddenly the giggle of a young girl could be heard emanating from within. The giggle was unmistakably that of Jubilation Lee. Only one girl in the entire brothel ever actually giggled, except it’s youngest person, and that was only when she was with Warren. Despite the fact that he was the mayor, and there was a vast difference in the age, at 16 Jubilee knew she was in love.

Warren Worthington the III sat on the end of the bed holding one of Jubilee’s feet in his hands running a feather over the arch of her foot, the one place he knew she was the most ticklish. He loved her giggle, and with every visit would attack her arches with a feather only to hear her giggle like the girl she was, not the woman she thought she had to be. He felt for her, he knew that much, but it wasn’t love, it was sorrow. She had lost everything at such a young age, her family, her home and her innocence, that the brothel took her in more to protect her from further trauma than to join it.

Jubilee began to squirm on the bed as he attacked her feet with more feathery force than before and she nearly kicked him in the jaw with all her thrashings.
“Stop!” she yelled in her laughing state
“Never…. You’re feet are mine for the tickling!” Warren called back playfully
“Don’t…. make me… kick you… Warren!” she giggled out.

With a sigh warren released her feet and put the feather on the dresser next to the bed.
“Alright… you win. I really should be on my way, it’s getting late and there are affairs of city that need attending to.” He said as stood up and picked up his suit jacket pulling it back on his arms.
“When will you come again?” Jubilee asked him.
“Soon… I promise.”
“That’s what you said last time, and it took you a month to visit me again” she said as she crossed to him wrapping her arms around his waist holding him as he looked himself over in the mirror.
“I told you, I have been very busy, there are many matters I must deal with that you don’t need know about” he said as he turned and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. “Now I really must be off.” He whispered as he turned and swept out the door closing it behind him.

With a sigh Jubilee flopped back on the bed her dress pooling around her petite form, surrounding her in sea of tulle ruffles.
“Maybe next time you’ll actually make love to me” she muttered to herself as she closed her eyes and drifted into a nice happy sleep.

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As Warren was finishing his decent of the stairs he cleared his throat to indicate to the barmaid and gambler that it was time to separate from their embrace. It wasn’t until he saw Bobby writhing on the floor that he stopped mid-step with a questioning look.
“What happened to Drake?” He said turning his gaze to the barmaid everyone called Rogue with a raised eyebrow.
“He tried to hit on me”
“And let me guess… Mr. Lebeau here taught him a lesson? Honestly I should have Summers over here hauling you in for that one…”
“It wasn’t moi, Mon ami…” Remy said raising his hands in his own defense.
“But then who…” Suddenly he caught himself as a memory flashed back to him of a stranger figuring the bartender for a brothel member as well, and the damage she did to him.
“Ah told ya he hit on me… but mah heart is already taken, so ah had ta teach him a lesson. Yer not gonna arrest poor lil ol’ me now are ya?”
“Not likely Rogue, but remind me to try to stay on your good side…” he said as he stepped over Bobby heading towards the exit. “Oh by the way… where’s that good for nothing you call boss gone to?” he turned to face Rogue again, but it was Remy who replied.
“’E’s in de back doin’ his-“ he was cut short by Rogue putting a to firm grip on his shoulder.
“Inventory, sir” she finished for him.
“Right… well tell him I was here… “ Warren said suspecting something was in the wrong around the saloon that no one would inform him of.
“Oui, monsieur, we will let ‘im know you stopped by” Remy said a forced happy smile crossing his face.
“You do that” Warren let trail behind him as the saloon doors swung closed.

Bobby finally able to catch his breath stood up still staggering a bit and glared at the tall southern woman.
“You bitch… you’ll pay for that someday” he squeaked out as he hobbled towards the door.
“Ah’m sure ah will sugah” she replied with a roll of her eyes then went back to kissing Remy.
As Bobby stumbled along his way he didn’t see Logan step in the way of his exit, until he ran into him.
“What the hell?” Bobby said before he saw who it was he ran into
“Drake” Logan said simply staring at the young man. “You threatin’ my staff?” the words seemed to be flowing from the low growl the man emitted. “Cause that would be bad… for you.”
“Fuck you” Was all Bobby could come up with as the larger man walked away from him and he staggered out of the saloon.

“Wish Ro were back… “ Logan muttered under his breath before shaking off the thought and making his way behind the bar. “Rouge… let the Cajun breathe and get back to work” he grumbled at her before slipping back through the employee door to Emma.
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