Galatea

Galatea Chapter Twenty Two (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE (tm), Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta... one more large email of fics and that's it! I pro! Fo! For now...lol. InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink and Dracena are marshmallowy goodness for archiving/hosting and get huge pieces of king cake for it. :) ProPhile is over there somewhere... Readers/Reviewers: Almost Imbolc so I'm giddy...pre pagan sabbat giddiness is a terrible thing to waste soooooo... *GLOMP*
Jubilee decided then and there that she hated Manhattan if only because Belladonna was there. She was bright and blonde and deceptively sweet, seemingly floating through crowds and hanging onto Remy's arm like she belonged there. Jubilee growled under her breath and stomped in another puddle, smiling to herself for a brief moment as this one did it's job and sprayed Belle's hem with muck. "Oops," she said sweetly.
Remy frowned, but Belle spoke before he could. "It's alright, cherie... You couldn't help where those big feet o'yours landed..."
Jubilee added "cherie" to the list of things she hated about Belladonna. _Only Remy can call me that, _ she thought in annoyance. "So sorry, Belladonna... I was blinded by your roots and missed my step."
Remy cleared his throat. "Tien,1here we are..."
Belladonna flashed one angry glance at Jubilee then smiled so sweetly it made the younger woman's blood sugar skyrocket. "Wait for me?"
"D'accord," Remy smiled. His smile stayed fixed until the door shut behind the Cajun woman. "Jubilation, what de Hell you doin'?"
"Nothing," she said innocently. "I'm just tagging along to get out of the house before Logan figures out I haven't had Danger Room duty this month."
"Hmmm." He leaned close, peering into her eyes. "You tell me you weren't jealous no mo'."
"I'm not," she lied. She was not jealous of Belladonna's obvious sexual interest in Remy or even of their past, not anymore. She was, however, very envious over how easy she made everything look. Jubilee had to admit to herself that she was jealous of the older woman's looks, the way she dressed, the way she seemed to move through life as if dirt would not stick to her heels and she would never have to sully herself with work. She was, she sighed inwardly, a lady in some twisted sense of the word. _I'm still a kid. Remy has to see the difference... _ Jubilee smiled falsely. "I'll be good."
"Oui, you gonna be tres bonne parce-ce que..." He paused, stepping aside to let someone pass. "You gonna behave yo'self cause dat what adults do."
Her eyes narrowed and Remy's widened, realizing he said something very wrong. "And I'm not an adult?"
"You misunnerstan'..."
"I don't think I do," she said coolly, leaning against the wall of the building. "How long we going to be waiting here?"
"Prolly 'bout an hour..."
She could tell he was itching to get back to the alleged misunderstanding, but she sighed theatrically and yawned. "Mind if I wander?"
"Jubilation..."
"I'm not going to get lost," she snorted. "I won't even leave the block. " She smiled sweetly and favored him with a promising look. "I just wanna look for someone a birthday present..."
He raised a brow. "Yo' birthday ain't fo' three month..."
"Who said it was me?" she laughed, kissing him on the cheek and turning to walk off down the street before he could stop her. She had an hour to find what she needed. Only one hour, she thought, to erase Jubilee and replace her with Jubilation permanently.

Todd had heard Rogue come in and half expected her to find him in the rec room with Bobby, St John and Jamie, pretending to do his biology homework for Monday. Instead, she walked straight up the stairs and into her room and had been in there for the better part of an hour with no sound coming out. He pressed his ear to the door again and sighed. Nothing. No music, no t.v., no Rogue talking on the phone. Taking a chance, he turned the knob and found it unlocked. A brief pause showed him the bedroom was empty but also that the shower was running in the half bath. Faint tendrils of steam were seeping from under the door and into the bedroom and they smelled, he noticed, like some sickly sweet chemical. "Marie?" he said a little more loudly than normal as he knocked on the bathroom door. "You in there?"
"No," she called back after a moment. "I'm still in town. Leave a message at the beep. Beep."2
He snorted softly and tried that door knob, grinning as it let him in. The bathroom was thick with steam and smells he could not identify, but resembled some awful idea of floral with a good dose of ick thrown in. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"Girl stuff. Go away."
"Uh...right. So...want some company?"
"You seem to be in a good mood."
"I guess so," he said after a moment. "I was thinkin' and..."
"Todd, can this wait? Not really a good time for a serious conversation here..." The dye was all rinsed from her hair and all that was left to do was soap up and rinse off, but she did not want Todd to see her new "look" before she got to herself.
"Maybe," he shrugged, tracing his finger across the steamed up glass of the shower door. He could barely discern her naked body through the frosted glass but what he saw made him smile. The door was open just enough, he noticed as he moved to the very edge of the shower. He peeked in and saw she had her eyes closed, her head tilted back under the stream of water as she let it course over her, her normally pale skin pink from the heat. Doing some quick mental calculations, he smiled even wider and dropped to his knees.
Rogue nearly screamed as she felt his tongue on her folds. "Shit! Are you trying to make me break my neck?" she cried. He did not answer her aloud, only increased his ministrations as she tried to scoot out of the way and found herself pressed against the wall of the shower. She was not sure if it was a pro or a con that her boyfriend had a freakishly long tongue as she tried not to let her knees buckle. She gave up fighting it and just sighed, bracing herself against the corner so as not to slip as she felt heat building in her that had nothing to do with the near scalding water of the shower. He laved her inner thighs and the soft folds of her skin before tasting her pink core, sending thrills of excitement through her entire body as he brushed against the sensitive bud of flesh at the apex of her sex. She sighed and pushed her hips forward, opening herself to him as he became erratic in his attentions, near frantic as her juices leaked onto his tongue, her desire flowering into climax in minutes. Her muted cries of pleasure echoed off the shower walls even as she tried to silence them, throaty murmurs of his name mingled with pleas for more and to never stop... She pushed him away as she shuddered and wound down. "Next time," she breathed, "warn me."
"Nah," he laughed. "More fun to surprise you."
Rogue pushed the door entirely shut before he could open it further. "Um, give me a sec and I'll be right out."
"Aw, come on!"
"Todd, please?"
"Okay, but Marie...we do need to talk, kay?"
"Sure, Todd. We'll talk when I come out of here." _Why do I feel guilty all of a sudden? _

A/N The Goddess Migraine has decreed that I end the chapter here and start tomorrow with Scott and Jean. So there.
1 "Then," literally. Also used in conversation like "Okay..." As in, "Okay, you go ahead..." etc...
2 Stolen and modified from an episode of Daria where her sister knocks on her door and asks her if she's in there.