A Friend in Need

disclaimer: Same as before, only Jenny owned by me, blah, blah, blah, Marvel owns everyone else, blah, blah, blah, making no money, blah, blah, blah...

prenote: This story is not to be considered part of the regular Jenny-verse. This is 'other'. For all of you who didn't get that, I say "Duh!". Please do not send anymore emails asking how her relationship with Remy and Logan will fit in with the other story. Her relationship with them is not sexual in that one and will never be. Any sexual relations with anyone besides Kurt will be here only (and maybe some with Kurt will be here too). Thank you for reading my little Jenny story and sorry for any confusion. ~Dizi


A Friend in Need: Chapter 2
by Dizi


The balcony door opened silently, the curtain barely rustling. His footsteps made no sound as he walked toward the bed. Nevertheless, the sleeping figure stirred in her sleep. He didn't know if it was a nightmare or instinct, but she always seemed to wake when he came in. He could appreciate that.

He didn't have to do anything, and would never deliberately wake her. But if she woke on her own it wasn't his fault, was it? Or that's what he told himself, and her if she were to ask. Which she never did.

Her eyelashes fluttered and she woke with a start, a panicked look on her face. He didn't like to think about what had happened in her past to make her wake that way when she wasn't alone, or when she was for all he knew. It hurt to think about it, but there was no way to avoid her past, it was all over her body.

Seeing who it was, she reach out a hand to him, a half smile playing on her lips. "Remy," Jenny chided.

"What? You awake now, chere." he smiled at her, taking her hand and sitting on the bed, while turning on the charm.

"I guess so," she whispered, "but-"

His mouth covered hers before she could protest his uninvited entrance. His tongue easing inside in a way she had become familiar with over the last few weeks, and she met it with her own. Her response to his expertise almost automatic now. Almost.

When he let go of her lips and licked his way down her throat, she was surprised to find her shirt already unbuttoned. "Damn, you're good."

"Complainin', chere?" Remy chuckled, before his mouth closed over her left breast, paying homage to the damaged one first as both he and Logan always made a point of doing.

"I don't think so." she said with a moan. Jenny knew how talented he was. He had been showing her at every opportunity. Perhaps a little too often it sometimes seemed. She had work to do and people she had to live with.

His hands started rubbing her shoulders under the nightshirt, slowly starting to ease it down, and the action broke through the haze of desire around her.

"Stop." Jenny said with a gasp, as firmly as she could under the circumstances.

"Chere," Remy met her stormy eyes with insistent ones. "It in de way." He raised up to kiss her again.

Jenny placed a hand on his bare chest to stop him, knowing he was trying to manipulate her. "No. You swear, Remy." Her face and voice were implacable. "Swear it, or get out."

"Fine den, you keep de shirt." he said in an exasperated tone, and went to kiss her again.

"Don't patronize me." Jenny pushed him away and sat up. "It's my choice! You know how I feel, Remy. I shouldn't have to make you stop each time. The shirt stays. It always stays. This isn't something new." Quickly buttoning the shirt, she looked around the nightstand and then the floor. "Where's my goddamn cigarettes?"

Leaning back on his elbow, Remy watched her silently for a moment as she rummaged about. This was something new. Usually she just pushed his hands away and laughed at him for trying to take her shirt off. Sometimes she would even tease him about it, others she got that scared look on her face. But she had never gotten angry before. Jenny just didn't ever really get angry.

He wasn't sure why she was upset now, but knew it wasn't truly the shirt. She knew he would stop if she asked him to. Sometimes, he just held her if she didn't want to be touched. Something was wrong.

"Dey outside." He watched her roll her eyes before stomping out the balcony door. He stayed there, half reclining on the bed, trying to think of what might be going on.

A few minutes later, he gave up and followed her outside. Jenny was curled up it in the chair, a lit cigarette dangling from her fingers.

Silently, she offered him her pack. Taking it, he lit one and sat down beside her. As he took a slow drag he watched her closely.

"Jenny?" he asked quietly. She looked more worried than upset now.

She wouldn't meet his eyes. "We can't do this anymore, Remy."

"Why, chere? Remy know you not scared." he reached over and brushed her hair from her face.

For a second, she looked like she might cry. "I just feel so guilty."

He frowned, a puzzled look on his face. He definitely hadn't expected that. They were both adults, all three of them actually. "Why?"

"Betsy knows, she said something yesterday. She said she wouldn't tell anyone, but she thought I should be aware that she knows."

"She a telepath. Sometime Remy t'ink she know everyt'ing." He flicked his ashes over the rail. "Dere somet'ing else. Talk to Remy, chere."

"It's just not right, Remy." she ducked her head, somewhat embarrassed. "It's not right without love. You and Logan showed me it can be special, and it is, really. It would be really easy to love you, any of you, Logan, Bishop, Hank," she shrugged, "but I don't. Maybe that's why I can't take off my shirt. I know my scars don't bother you. Both of you have shown me that, but you've also shown me I deserve more. I deserve someone who loves me."

"'Couse you do, and Remy care 'bout you, chere." He did care for her, had for a long time.

"But you don't love me." Lifting her head, Jenny met his eyes. "You love Rogue. The way we're going she's going to find out. That's why Betsy said something. She's my friend, Remy. I couldn't bear it if she knew. She would be so hurt."

At the mere idea, Remy went cold inside. A man had needs, but he never wanted to hurt Rogue that way. He had thought... Well, he hadn't really been thinking. It had started as helping Jenny and somehow he had gotten caught up. It was nice to have someone to be with on a regular basis instead of one nightstands, someone he cared about. But no matter how much he might care for Jenny, his heart belonged to Rogue. Like she had said, he couldn't help it.

"You understand?" Jenny begged, interrupting his thoughts.

"Oui, Remy understand." He took the burned out cigarette from her and put it in the can she kept by the chair. "What 'bout Logan?"

"Um, Jubilee loves him." she answered, again embarrassed.

"De p'tite be fourteen." Remy said incredulously, tossing away his cigarette.

"She was my friend before any of you, and she loves him. If it's just a crush then she'll get over it, but it doesn't change anything. If it were to get around over here about me and Logan, she'd find out in about ten minutes and never forgive me. No, it has to stop. If he even wants an explanation, I'll tell him the rest. There's no way I could tell him how she feels." Jenny took his hand. "You're not mad at me, then?"

"Non, chere." A gleam entered his eyes, and he trailed his fingers up her arm. "You gon' let Remy say good-bye?"

He smiled as she rolled her eyes again. "I'm not going anywhere, Remy. I live here, remember?"

A single finger ran down the side of her face, down her cheek, across her lips. "Still good-bye. Remy t'ink he do better den a kiss."

She hadn't been completely honest. She was more than half in love with them both, and that was the problem. Neither loved her. They cared and she knew it, but they didn't love her, and she wasn't going to ruin her friendship with them or her other friends for something that could have no happy ending. Looking into his red on black eyes, remembering the feeling of his hands on her skin, and knowing what she'd be giving up, Jenny knew she couldn't deny him one last night, wouldn't deny either one of them.

"I think--" she began but was stopped by his finger against her lips again.

"Don' t'ink too hard, chere. Give Remy one more night." he whispered seductively.

"I was going to say," Jenny let a slow smile creep over her face, and kissed his palm, "I think one last night is a good idea."

With one quick, deft movement he slipped an arm under her knees and across her back, lifted her from her chair and carried her into her bedroom. He placed her carefully on the bed and stretched out beside her. His hands seemed to barely touch the shirt and it was open.

As his mouth latched onto her breast and his hands started exploring her, Jenny was tempted to tell him she didn't mean it, to beg him to stay with her like this every night. He and Logan made her feel special and beautiful, but she knew it couldn't last. If she really loved him she wouldn't feel the same way about Logan. Would she? She didn't know, didn't care, and right now couldn't think. If she hadn't been able to figure it out during the light of day without his hands on her, she wasn't going to be able to do it now.

Through a haze of desire, she looked down and saw his erection pushing out his silk pajama pants riding low on his hips and remembered the idea she'd gotten awhile before. She was tired of being passive in these encounters, of being treated like she was delicate, fragile. She wasn't either, wouldn't be, and she wanted more. This would be her last chance and she was pretty sure Remy wouldn't mind.

Tentatively, Jenny reached down and ran her fingers through his hair, then pressed her palms down on his shoulders, ran them down his arms to his wrists to take hold of them. "Remy, stop, wait."

He looked miffed, and sighed in exasperation. "Chere, Remy not near de shirt--"

"I know." Her belly shook as she laughed softly. "I want..." She placed her hand on his stomach, feeling the hard ridges of those toned, powerful muscles rippling under smooth, silky skin. She slowly, tentatively, slid her hand under the elastic waistband, through warm coarse hair. He sharply drew in his breath when she touched barely his throbbing erection.

Surprised, he met her unsure eyes, saw the underlying curiosity in them. How could he have missed that? But he never would have guessed she was curious about that particular part of him. Though he had fantasized about it, he wouldn't have suggested it. When he held her sometimes, he had gotten her to tell him things and... He couldn't ever have asked it of her. But if she wanted to... "Sure dat what you want, chere?"

In response, her hand slid down further so she was lightly grasping his length. "Please?"

"Don' have to beg," he grinned. He took her lips in a searing kiss. Involuntarily she let go of his cock when he held her close and abruptly rolled over, taking her with him so they traded places and it was now she leaning over him, still kissing her, his tongue stroking deeply. When he finally ended the kiss, she was breathing hard. He stretched his body seductively, drawing her eyes. Sometime during the kiss he had removed the pajama bottoms and his erect cock, rampantly unapologetic, was proudly displayed for her. "Should have said somet'ing sooner, chere, Remy not shy."

"I am," she muttered under her breath, before explaining."I-I just, well... most of the time you don't give me a chance to think. I get caught up in what you're doing that I forget what I want to do." Now it was time she was nervous, but it was her last chance... Hesitantly, she kissed and licked her way down his body, much the same way he had often done with her, growing slightly more confident along the way. Dipping her tongue in his navel, giving a little nip to his belly as her hand once again lightly encircled his cock, thumb softly stroking the tip.

She froze, utterly still, when he released a harsh breath, afraid she'd done something wrong, and lifted her eyes to his face. "Do-do you want me to stop?"

"Mais, non, you go right ahead, chere, but..." Remy's words trailed off in a lustful groan. He closed his eyes, desperately wanting her to continue but not wanting her to feel like she had to. "You don' have do dis you don' want to. Remy don' mind."

"No, I-I want to." Her fingers started stroking less hesitantly, seemingly growing confident, but her voice was still uncertain, "You'll help me?"

"Oui, cherie, Remy can do dat." The complete eroticism of the situation had filled his mind at her words. He would be the first man she'd done this to voluntarily. This shy but brave girl WANTED to touch him this way. It was mind boggling and more than he had hoped for when he first suggested to Logan that they work on her together. Well, maybe not more than he'd hoped but more than he had really expected. Remy cracked open one eye, looking back at her from where he lay on the pillow, the highest point on his body being his throbbing dick which had become even harder.

Feeling the velvet-encased steel jerk and twitch, Jenny gasped and let go again.

With a low chuckle, Remy took her hand, wrapped it firmly around his cock at the base. "Like dis, not gon' bite. You won't hurt Remy."

She continued stroking a few times as he'd shown her. Then Jenny ran a brightly painted nail up one side and down the other, felt him shudder. Encouraged by his reaction this time, she leaned forward, her tongue flicking over his head, ran it from base to tip and back again.

Remy strained to keep his body relaxed, gripping the bedding to keep from grabbing her head, as he felt that warm, wet mouth envelope his aching member. Strove not to buck his hips as she bobbed her head... once... twice...

Jenny had been afraid she'd be overwhelmed by memories at this point. She remembered those men forcing their dicks down her throat, choking her, but it was different with Remy. He wasn't making her do anything, she WANTED to, and that was a big difference. He was long though and she couldn't make herself take him further in her mouth, into her throat. So instead she moved lower, sucking and licking the two soft, fragile packages under his erect manhood. First one testicle, then the other, taking her time before going back up.

Losing the battle, Remy pumped his hips as she once again took his shaft in her mouth again, the pleasurable friction making him almost come right there on the spot. He forced himself not to, didn't want to do that to her. He didn’t know how she’d react to having her mouth flooded with his seed, after what he knew they had done to her. He’d licked her to orgasm many times, licked up the sweet, slightly salty nectar that dribbled from her slit. He intended to do it again before the night was over, make her come so that he drank every drop, but he didn't want her to do that to him.

Reaching down, he threaded his fingers through her hair, pulling her mouth away from his cock. Put her hands back to him, begging her to use them again, "Please, chere... Remy need... you..."

"Do it, Remy, come for me." she whispered. She hadn't been certain she wanted to watch him come, but she couldn't look away. Bringing one hand to fondle and tickle his balls because she'd seen how he liked that, she pumped firmly with the other as he'd taught her.

Aching his hips and back, panting hard, he came, spurting hot, thick white jets of his seed all over her hand, lubricating her fingers. In a sexual frenzy, and he writhed in front of her, until finally he was spent and the continued handling of his genitals was simply making him hurt. ”Enough… chere…”

In a bit of a daze herself, Jenny crawled up to flop beside him. She'd liked this, liked it a lot. It was achingly sweet knowing this powerful, very sexual man was lying in her bed, while her attention was making him ache with sexual need. She liked knowing she made him feel as good as he did her. Smiling, she started to fall into a light doze.

"Now dat was a nice start on good-bye," Remy whispered in her ear, running his lips around the edge, a gleam in his eyes she couldn't see.

Jenny yawned, he kept interrupting her sleep, and she mumbled tiredly, "I have to start breakfast in a couple hours."

"Mmm, dat plenty of time." He let out a very male satisfied sound as he pressed his body against her back, one hand firmly caressing up her ribs to her breast, his lips trailing kisses down her kneck.

God, she hadn't realized how turned on she'd become, but she was ssoooo tired... She felt his hand cup her pussy and wondered when she'd lost her panties. One long finger slowly eased between the lips, stroked her clit, and she moaned. He nuzzled her shoulder and she felt her shirt start to slide down...

Jenny's eyes flew open. "Remy! Leave the shirt alone!"

He gave her a look both utterly innocent and hotly sensual at the same time. "But, chere, it in de way."

She laughed softly as she grabbed a pillow, hitting him over the head.

"You awake now, chere?" he chuckled sexily a moment later, before gently kissing her.

Giving herself up to his expertise for the last time, Jenny once again regretted his heart belonged to another... and that the two of them couldn't indulge in the pleasure which they were right now.