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Persistence of Memory Chapter Twenty Eight (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta, it’s finally
happened…he’s so covered in glitter I can’t make out skin. This can’t be good. InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink are extra
wonderful for archiving. J ProPhile isn’t squishy but the muses are… And Morgan gets more musecookies. Because I can. Readers/Reviewers: *GLOMP *
I know I’ve glomped you before, but I really mean it.!
“Oof!”
“Shh, they’re
hear us!”
“Chere…”
“Shhhh!” Jubilee pushed Remy into the downstairs half
bath, just off the main hall, next to the coat closet.
“Jubilation!”
“Shut up!” She locked the door behind them and turned
to face him with a sly grin. “They won’t
be looking for me for another fifteen minutes.”
“Why?”
“I’m
supposed to show some new kid around.
Calls himself Skin, of all things.
He’s from L.A., too. Now shut
up!” She kissed him suddenly, grabbing
his wrists and forcing him to turn so his back was against the door as she
nipped at his lower lip, making him open for her. She groaned softly as his tongue plundered her mouth, melting
against him for a moment until she regained some control of her actions. “I told you it was your turn this time,” she
chided quietly, her hands sliding down his sides to the waistband of his
pants. As she deftly worked the button
free, she continued, “Now I know we only have fifteen minutes or so, but this
is going to have to hold you until later.”
Remy had
the distinct feeling that “later” was going to be after the entire mess with
the Professor and whatever happened at the school was straightened out, and he
knew he would have to resign himself to waiting possibly weeks before he and
Jubilee could actually spend a great length of time alone. Sighing with this idea, he let his head bump
against the door as he wordlessly consented to what she was doing. “Je sais, Jubilation. Je detest[1]
ca, mais je sais.”
Jubilee
frowned. She did not like the
resignation in his tone but she forced herself to ignore it for the time being
as she pulled his shirt free of his pants, pulling his zipper down at the same
time as she dropped to her knees before him.
He was already hard for her as she took him into her hands, running her
fingers along his length as she laved the seeping desire from his member,
smiling to herself as he sighed softly.
If she wanted to be entirely honest with herself, Remy was the only
person she had ever actually enjoyed doing this with, the only person with whom
it wasn’t perfunctory and something to be hurried through so she could go or
get what she needed to make it through the night to live another day on the
street. With Remy, she felt like it was
an extension of other activities, something she could give him and take from
him at the same time. And, she thought
to herself, he was the only one she really trusted enough to ever share
anything like this with, the true depth of the feelings she had for him and
about him were foreign to her, something she was still trying to assimilate
into her life without the pangs of butterflies in her stomach every time he
kissed her or even looked at her the way he did. Not that I mind the butterflies, she
sighed inwardly. Carefully and slowly,
ran her tongue along the underside of his length, taking him in suddenly,
making him clutch at her shoulders as he groaned. Jubilee could taste him, skin and heat and salt on her tongue as
she took him in further, grasping him where she could not take him into her
mouth; she could feel his pulse and hear his ragged breaths and soft groans as
she made love to him with her lips and tongue and hands, drawing response from
him that made her nearly as fevered as he.
His release came all too soon for the both of them, but only because
each wanted, in their own ways, for the moment to extend forever and blot out
all the stress of the outside world, if only the forever was a few more
minutes. “I love you,” she said after a
moment, standing up and leaning against him, refastening his pants as he
stroked her back.
“Je t’aime,
je t’adore, je te desiree…” He sighed. “It
been fifteen minute?”
“I think,”
she murmured.
“Jubilee, dere
ain’t no good time to ask dis, but can we talk a bit later? ‘Bout all your forgettin’ me an all dat?”
She sighed
but nodded. It was important to her
that things work between them and making amends for shoving him to the
backburner was part of fixing whatever might be wrong in their relationship. “Okay.
Tomorrow? Is that okay?”
“When?” he
asked quickly, pinning her to a time before she could get any sort of wiggle
room.
“Um…after…well,
I guess we aren’t having class tomorrow, are we? Um…four. Four o’clock.”
“D’accord,”
he said quietly, kissing her when she tried to pull away. “Chere, it don’ matter…I know where you
been.” She made a moue and let him kiss
her, not parting her lips for him because she could not quite get past the idea
he might not mind tasting himself on her.
Remy sighed and opened the door, ushering her through gallantly. “Where dis kid you supposed to show ‘round
tonight?”
“He’s
supposed to meet me in the foyer at the foot of the stairs. At least that’s what Kurt told me, but Kurt’s
kind of scattered tonight.”
“Jubilation?”
Jubilee
stopped in her tracks, making Remy run into her from behind. “Angelo?”
“Jubes!”
The owner of the accented voice looked, to Remy, like an aberration of
nature. His skin hung loosely from his
frame and he had a grayish cast, but Jubilee did not seem to care. As Remy stared, she flung herself at the
newcomer with a girly squeal. “Damn,
girl!” Angelo[2] cried. “I ain’t seen you for ages!”
“I’ve been around,”
she said cagily, smiling. “Oh…this is
Remy. Remy, Angelo.”
Remy
extended his hand, squeezing Angelo’s just a little too hard when it was
accepted. “I’m her…” he paused. Boyfriend did not sound quite right to him,
so he said the first thing that came to mind.
“I’m her lover.”
Jubilee
looked momentarily aghast. “Right. Well…damn!
So…all that skin…”
“That’s
what they call me!” Angelo replied, getting over his momentary trepidation at
meeting Remy. “It just sorta happened…”
Remy
frowned as the duo set off down the side hall, leaving him standing there. “I hate him,” he muttered to the air.
“Evan?”
“Risty? Is that you?”
There was a
pause, then a laugh. “Do you know many
other English girls in Bayville?”
“You’re it.”
“I saw what
happened at the school today…”
“Shit. Look, I really can’t…”
“I just
wanted to say…I’m cool with that. I
mean, it’s normal, right? Evolution and
all.”
Evan paused
and knew his jaw was hanging open wide.
“Uh…”
“Look, I
think it’s really crap what the media’s doing, making all these stories up
without knowing the truth… Evan, will you tell me the truth? I really want to know…”
Evan felt
the blood rush back to his face as he gripped the receiver tightly. “Okay.”
“I can be
there in an hour, if you’d like me to…”
He looked
around furtively as if expecting Logan to leap out from behind the ficus and
demand he hang up. “Sure. I’ll…I’ll meet you at the gate. I don’t think you should come in right now,
though. There’s…stuff…going on.”
Risty
laughed lightly again. “I
understand. Iust ust like to talk to
you a bit. Maybe bring some liquid
heat, eh?”
“Pardon?”
“Evan, it’s
cold as a witch’s tit in a brass bra[3]
out there…I mean alcohol.”
“Oh…uh…sure! I drink all the time. Well, not all the time but…” He was grateful
when she interrupted her bable.
“I’ll see
you at nine.”
He could
not help the smile that crept across his face as he hung up. A girl called me, he thought
stupidly. And she doesn’t care I’m a
mutant. I don’t think… He had the disturbing thought that maybe
Risty was being paid by some news station to get an inside story, but he shoved
the notion aside quickly. Rogue
would never be friends with someone like that.
Shit…Rogue! Man, she’s gonna flip if she finds out I snuck out to see
Risty… He looked up sharply as the
girl in question trooped past, followed by Jean, Scott, Jamie, Bobby, St John,
Todd and Lance. Logan followed a moment
later with Rahne, who was hopping to put on one boot as she tried to keep
up. None of them even looked his
way. Go me, he crowed inwardly.
Evan
shivered in the cool night air. It had
been a pain in the neck sneaking past the security measures, more so than
usual, and he could not see him, but he knew that Forge was out there, patrolling. Possibly Banshee, too, he realized as he
thought he heard two voices carried on an icy breeze. “Damn, I miss summer…”
“Winter
does kif suf suck, huh?”
“Risty! Geez, you’re quiet!”
She smiled
at him, shoving a lock of purple hair out of her eyes. “I walked from town…can’t feel a damned
thing from my nose down.”
“There’s a
park across the way…we can go sit there.”
“That trail
through the woods? Sure.” She turned and started walking, Evan
following quickly. Wordlessly, she held
out a bottle of astringent liquid. “Absolut,”
she said by way of explanation.
Evan took
it and downed an ill-advised large swig.
Trying not to choke at the burning sensation coursing down his throat,
he passed it back to Risty. “Stolen?”
“Bought.” She tipped the bottle up against her lips,
careful not to let any of the vodka into her mouth. She passed it back to him and smiled when he took another
swig. “Warming up?”
“A little,”
he smiled. “So what did you want to
know about me?”
Risty
paused thoughtfully, looking up at the night sky, bright with stars in the late
autumn darkness. Licking her lips, she
purred, “Everything…”
A/N First, NO Risty/Evan smut. I promise. Second,
Rogue/Todd next chapter and Kurtty and Professor/Emma bits. And Theresa makes another appearance.
[1] I know,
Jubilation. I hate it, but I know.
[2] Another Gen
X’r. Angelo Espinoza, AKA Skin. He’s a bit OOC, too, so just roll with
it.
[3] I know we
say that down here…I may have given Risty a Southernism, but you get the
idea.
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta, it’s finally
happened…he’s so covered in glitter I can’t make out skin. This can’t be good. InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink are extra
wonderful for archiving. J ProPhile isn’t squishy but the muses are… And Morgan gets more musecookies. Because I can. Readers/Reviewers: *GLOMP *
I know I’ve glomped you before, but I really mean it.!
“Oof!”
“Shh, they’re
hear us!”
“Chere…”
“Shhhh!” Jubilee pushed Remy into the downstairs half
bath, just off the main hall, next to the coat closet.
“Jubilation!”
“Shut up!” She locked the door behind them and turned
to face him with a sly grin. “They won’t
be looking for me for another fifteen minutes.”
“Why?”
“I’m
supposed to show some new kid around.
Calls himself Skin, of all things.
He’s from L.A., too. Now shut
up!” She kissed him suddenly, grabbing
his wrists and forcing him to turn so his back was against the door as she
nipped at his lower lip, making him open for her. She groaned softly as his tongue plundered her mouth, melting
against him for a moment until she regained some control of her actions. “I told you it was your turn this time,” she
chided quietly, her hands sliding down his sides to the waistband of his
pants. As she deftly worked the button
free, she continued, “Now I know we only have fifteen minutes or so, but this
is going to have to hold you until later.”
Remy had
the distinct feeling that “later” was going to be after the entire mess with
the Professor and whatever happened at the school was straightened out, and he
knew he would have to resign himself to waiting possibly weeks before he and
Jubilee could actually spend a great length of time alone. Sighing with this idea, he let his head bump
against the door as he wordlessly consented to what she was doing. “Je sais, Jubilation. Je detest[1]
ca, mais je sais.”
Jubilee
frowned. She did not like the
resignation in his tone but she forced herself to ignore it for the time being
as she pulled his shirt free of his pants, pulling his zipper down at the same
time as she dropped to her knees before him.
He was already hard for her as she took him into her hands, running her
fingers along his length as she laved the seeping desire from his member,
smiling to herself as he sighed softly.
If she wanted to be entirely honest with herself, Remy was the only
person she had ever actually enjoyed doing this with, the only person with whom
it wasn’t perfunctory and something to be hurried through so she could go or
get what she needed to make it through the night to live another day on the
street. With Remy, she felt like it was
an extension of other activities, something she could give him and take from
him at the same time. And, she thought
to herself, he was the only one she really trusted enough to ever share
anything like this with, the true depth of the feelings she had for him and
about him were foreign to her, something she was still trying to assimilate
into her life without the pangs of butterflies in her stomach every time he
kissed her or even looked at her the way he did. Not that I mind the butterflies, she
sighed inwardly. Carefully and slowly,
ran her tongue along the underside of his length, taking him in suddenly,
making him clutch at her shoulders as he groaned. Jubilee could taste him, skin and heat and salt on her tongue as
she took him in further, grasping him where she could not take him into her
mouth; she could feel his pulse and hear his ragged breaths and soft groans as
she made love to him with her lips and tongue and hands, drawing response from
him that made her nearly as fevered as he.
His release came all too soon for the both of them, but only because
each wanted, in their own ways, for the moment to extend forever and blot out
all the stress of the outside world, if only the forever was a few more
minutes. “I love you,” she said after a
moment, standing up and leaning against him, refastening his pants as he
stroked her back.
“Je t’aime,
je t’adore, je te desiree…” He sighed. “It
been fifteen minute?”
“I think,”
she murmured.
“Jubilee, dere
ain’t no good time to ask dis, but can we talk a bit later? ‘Bout all your forgettin’ me an all dat?”
She sighed
but nodded. It was important to her
that things work between them and making amends for shoving him to the
backburner was part of fixing whatever might be wrong in their relationship. “Okay.
Tomorrow? Is that okay?”
“When?” he
asked quickly, pinning her to a time before she could get any sort of wiggle
room.
“Um…after…well,
I guess we aren’t having class tomorrow, are we? Um…four. Four o’clock.”
“D’accord,”
he said quietly, kissing her when she tried to pull away. “Chere, it don’ matter…I know where you
been.” She made a moue and let him kiss
her, not parting her lips for him because she could not quite get past the idea
he might not mind tasting himself on her.
Remy sighed and opened the door, ushering her through gallantly. “Where dis kid you supposed to show ‘round
tonight?”
“He’s
supposed to meet me in the foyer at the foot of the stairs. At least that’s what Kurt told me, but Kurt’s
kind of scattered tonight.”
“Jubilation?”
Jubilee
stopped in her tracks, making Remy run into her from behind. “Angelo?”
“Jubes!”
The owner of the accented voice looked, to Remy, like an aberration of
nature. His skin hung loosely from his
frame and he had a grayish cast, but Jubilee did not seem to care. As Remy stared, she flung herself at the
newcomer with a girly squeal. “Damn,
girl!” Angelo[2] cried. “I ain’t seen you for ages!”
“I’ve been around,”
she said cagily, smiling. “Oh…this is
Remy. Remy, Angelo.”
Remy
extended his hand, squeezing Angelo’s just a little too hard when it was
accepted. “I’m her…” he paused. Boyfriend did not sound quite right to him,
so he said the first thing that came to mind.
“I’m her lover.”
Jubilee
looked momentarily aghast. “Right. Well…damn!
So…all that skin…”
“That’s
what they call me!” Angelo replied, getting over his momentary trepidation at
meeting Remy. “It just sorta happened…”
Remy
frowned as the duo set off down the side hall, leaving him standing there. “I hate him,” he muttered to the air.
“Evan?”
“Risty? Is that you?”
There was a
pause, then a laugh. “Do you know many
other English girls in Bayville?”
“You’re it.”
“I saw what
happened at the school today…”
“Shit. Look, I really can’t…”
“I just
wanted to say…I’m cool with that. I
mean, it’s normal, right? Evolution and
all.”
Evan paused
and knew his jaw was hanging open wide.
“Uh…”
“Look, I
think it’s really crap what the media’s doing, making all these stories up
without knowing the truth… Evan, will you tell me the truth? I really want to know…”
Evan felt
the blood rush back to his face as he gripped the receiver tightly. “Okay.”
“I can be
there in an hour, if you’d like me to…”
He looked
around furtively as if expecting Logan to leap out from behind the ficus and
demand he hang up. “Sure. I’ll…I’ll meet you at the gate. I don’t think you should come in right now,
though. There’s…stuff…going on.”
Risty
laughed lightly again. “I
understand. Iust ust like to talk to
you a bit. Maybe bring some liquid
heat, eh?”
“Pardon?”
“Evan, it’s
cold as a witch’s tit in a brass bra[3]
out there…I mean alcohol.”
“Oh…uh…sure! I drink all the time. Well, not all the time but…” He was grateful
when she interrupted her bable.
“I’ll see
you at nine.”
He could
not help the smile that crept across his face as he hung up. A girl called me, he thought
stupidly. And she doesn’t care I’m a
mutant. I don’t think… He had the disturbing thought that maybe
Risty was being paid by some news station to get an inside story, but he shoved
the notion aside quickly. Rogue
would never be friends with someone like that.
Shit…Rogue! Man, she’s gonna flip if she finds out I snuck out to see
Risty… He looked up sharply as the
girl in question trooped past, followed by Jean, Scott, Jamie, Bobby, St John,
Todd and Lance. Logan followed a moment
later with Rahne, who was hopping to put on one boot as she tried to keep
up. None of them even looked his
way. Go me, he crowed inwardly.
Evan
shivered in the cool night air. It had
been a pain in the neck sneaking past the security measures, more so than
usual, and he could not see him, but he knew that Forge was out there, patrolling. Possibly Banshee, too, he realized as he
thought he heard two voices carried on an icy breeze. “Damn, I miss summer…”
“Winter
does kif suf suck, huh?”
“Risty! Geez, you’re quiet!”
She smiled
at him, shoving a lock of purple hair out of her eyes. “I walked from town…can’t feel a damned
thing from my nose down.”
“There’s a
park across the way…we can go sit there.”
“That trail
through the woods? Sure.” She turned and started walking, Evan
following quickly. Wordlessly, she held
out a bottle of astringent liquid. “Absolut,”
she said by way of explanation.
Evan took
it and downed an ill-advised large swig.
Trying not to choke at the burning sensation coursing down his throat,
he passed it back to Risty. “Stolen?”
“Bought.” She tipped the bottle up against her lips,
careful not to let any of the vodka into her mouth. She passed it back to him and smiled when he took another
swig. “Warming up?”
“A little,”
he smiled. “So what did you want to
know about me?”
Risty
paused thoughtfully, looking up at the night sky, bright with stars in the late
autumn darkness. Licking her lips, she
purred, “Everything…”
A/N First, NO Risty/Evan smut. I promise. Second,
Rogue/Todd next chapter and Kurtty and Professor/Emma bits. And Theresa makes another appearance.
[1] I know,
Jubilation. I hate it, but I know.
[2] Another Gen
X’r. Angelo Espinoza, AKA Skin. He’s a bit OOC, too, so just roll with
it.
[3] I know we
say that down here…I may have given Risty a Southernism, but you get the
idea.