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Variations on a Theme, Chapter Three (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… More femslash! Whoo! This is for Scribs,
who requested it… J
She didn’t want to come out and I could
respect that… I mean, I was scared,
too. It’s not that I didn’t trust
everyone at the Institute but… Well, I
didn’t. Kitty would stare, Kurt would
look horrified, Evan would say something stupid… She was scared and I could respect that. But she was making it awful hard on me in
the meantime.
“Jean
noticed that we’re spending more time together…”
She didn’t
sound very worried so I wasn’t, either.
“Okay… What’d she say?”
“Just asked
me if we were new best friends or somethin’.”
Her eyes wrinkled when she looked up at me from her algebra
homework. “I told ‘er we were lovers.”
“You what?” I was pretty sure I swallowed more gum than
was possibly healthy at that moment.
“She thought
I were kidding. She laughed and said I
had a sick sense of humor.” Rahne
shrugged and shut her book, giving me this look that seemed to be a question. “Do you…think about that much?”
“About
what?” I squeaked. I admit it.
“Us…and
that…”
“Um…yeah…” My face felt hot and I knew she was staring
at me, I knew she could tell I wasn’t really doing my history homework.
“How many
dates have we been on?”
“I…I don’t
know. Some… You mean the ones that were real dates or the ones where we went
out with everyone and pretended to like Bobby?” Poor Bobby…his head was going to explode one day from the blood
pressure spikes we kept giving him.
“Grand
total,” she yawned. “Jubilee, I’ve been
doing a lot of thinking…”
Here it
comes. She’s going to tell me it’s too
much trouble, she’s not comfortable, she doesn’t want to do this anymore… And
who could blame her? I mean, she didn’t
even think of being with a girl until that whole thing a month ago. Maybe it was a fluke. That whole lesbian chic[1]
thing the PTA complains about.
“I think we
can…we can go a bit further than we have been.”
I think I
sprained something getting to my feet.
I felt like everything inside me had turned to pink, gooshy Jello. With marshmallows. “Like…Manhattan farther?”
She laughed. Did I ever mention that I love her
laugh? She laughed and said, “Well, we
can, but I meant between us…”
“I know
what you meant but when I’m nervous I say stupid things like that like the time
Rogue almost zapped me and I said something like…” Thank gods she stopped my babble. Even after a month, I still wasn’t tired of kissing her. She wasn’t as nervous about that part
anymore and neither was I—she kissed me like it was her favorite thing on
earth, like it could save her soul or something. We had to be so careful all the time that when we got the chance
to be alone, it was like a dam burst.
Everything we had saved up tended to come out in kissing. First, she would just press against me, then
she would lace her fingers behind my neck and make these little circles with
her thumb, then she would touch my lower lip wither her tongue…That’s where
things started diverging. Even though
Rahne had been the reluctant one at first, she didn’t waste time in figuring
out what she liked and didn’t like. Or
in taking the lead when she felt like it.
She pushed against me harder than usual and I half fell, half sat on my
bed. She kept pushing me until I was on
my back and had to break the kiss to breathe.
“What’re we doing?”
“Do you
want to stop?”
“Not…not
really…”
“Tell me if
you do…”
I couldn’t
have formed a coherent sentence if I wanted to at that point. When Rahne said she wanted to go further,
she wasn’t kidding. Her algebra book
was shoved onto the floor along with most of my pillows. I managed to kick my sneakers off as I
pushed myself further up the bed, Rahne coming with me, still kissing me on my
face and neck. Every time I tried to
reach for her, she pushed my hands away.
After the third or fourth time, me and my thick skull got the hint. As much as I wanted to do something back, I
laid there and let her do it all. I was
pure fire, it seemed, and I couldn’t think beyond my skin. Her mouth on me was burning and gold shine
and her hands made me gasp and whimper.
I felt her fingers on my chest and realized my shirt had made it’s way
off me somehow, but ask how much I cared.
It was like…like words I can’t think of. Everything good and wonderful all squished together. The thousands of ways I thought of this
happening, this was not even on the list.
Heat poured into places unmentionable and I couldn’t help it—I squirmed
as she kissed me. It tickled but not in
a bad way. It was like tiny sparks all
over my skin and in my blood. I wanted
so much and couldn’t even begin to name the things I needed her to do. I felt her teeth and heard myself gasp, like
I was out of my skin for a time. All I
could feel was her, her tongue on me, her lips, her hands… Her fingers found where I was so wet and I
had to bite my lip. I wanted to be loud
and do things… But still she made me keep still. uld uld understand, I think, wanting to do this on her own terms,
wanting the control to show herself this was her doing it, not her friend’s
suggestion. Frankly, I didn’t care at
that point so long as she kept doing it.
I was naked and didn’t care. Her
tongue left wet trails that made me shiver in the cold room and her hands dug
into my skin and I knew I’d have bruises but that was fine. She parted me with her tongue and I know I
shouted her name. Let ‘em think we were
fighting. I just wanted more. I had thought about this, sure, but had no
idea what it would feel like. Neither
of us really knew what we were doing but it was so good… I felt coils tightening in me, like a spring
being wound too tight. It felt so good
it hurt as she licked and sucked and made me make these noises I choked
on. I knew what was going to happen—I’m
not a prude, I’d done things before and yeah, by myself, but still… But this
felt so much more…MORE than when I was alone.
My entire body tensed and I felt like my skull was going to crack from
the pressure of holding everything in.
I moaned, I felt it vibrate in my throat. She moaned against me and I wondered if she was pleasing herself
while she did this to me. It was like
falling off a cliff and when I hit bottom, I was boneless and warm, so relaxed
I couldn’t open my eyes. Rahne crawled
up next to me and she kissed me. I tasted myself on her and didn’t care. I wanted to do this more and told her so.
“Later,”
she told me. “Tomorrow.”
I laid
there for the longest time, even after she had to get to bed for lights
out. I laid there and thought about
tomorrow.
[1] This really
ticks me of personally…a lot of “well meaning parents” think that being a
lesbian or gay male in high school or even jr hi is a “trend” thing and not
actual feelings. I’ve had to attend
teacher meetings where they encouraged us to discourage it if we see it… Het behavior is okay but gods forbid I like
another girl at age 17 instead of a guy.
It must be a fluke then! The
idiotic term for it is Lesbian chic.
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… More femslash! Whoo! This is for Scribs,
who requested it… J
She didn’t want to come out and I could
respect that… I mean, I was scared,
too. It’s not that I didn’t trust
everyone at the Institute but… Well, I
didn’t. Kitty would stare, Kurt would
look horrified, Evan would say something stupid… She was scared and I could respect that. But she was making it awful hard on me in
the meantime.
“Jean
noticed that we’re spending more time together…”
She didn’t
sound very worried so I wasn’t, either.
“Okay… What’d she say?”
“Just asked
me if we were new best friends or somethin’.”
Her eyes wrinkled when she looked up at me from her algebra
homework. “I told ‘er we were lovers.”
“You what?” I was pretty sure I swallowed more gum than
was possibly healthy at that moment.
“She thought
I were kidding. She laughed and said I
had a sick sense of humor.” Rahne
shrugged and shut her book, giving me this look that seemed to be a question. “Do you…think about that much?”
“About
what?” I squeaked. I admit it.
“Us…and
that…”
“Um…yeah…” My face felt hot and I knew she was staring
at me, I knew she could tell I wasn’t really doing my history homework.
“How many
dates have we been on?”
“I…I don’t
know. Some… You mean the ones that were real dates or the ones where we went
out with everyone and pretended to like Bobby?” Poor Bobby…his head was going to explode one day from the blood
pressure spikes we kept giving him.
“Grand
total,” she yawned. “Jubilee, I’ve been
doing a lot of thinking…”
Here it
comes. She’s going to tell me it’s too
much trouble, she’s not comfortable, she doesn’t want to do this anymore… And
who could blame her? I mean, she didn’t
even think of being with a girl until that whole thing a month ago. Maybe it was a fluke. That whole lesbian chic[1]
thing the PTA complains about.
“I think we
can…we can go a bit further than we have been.”
I think I
sprained something getting to my feet.
I felt like everything inside me had turned to pink, gooshy Jello. With marshmallows. “Like…Manhattan farther?”
She laughed. Did I ever mention that I love her
laugh? She laughed and said, “Well, we
can, but I meant between us…”
“I know
what you meant but when I’m nervous I say stupid things like that like the time
Rogue almost zapped me and I said something like…” Thank gods she stopped my babble. Even after a month, I still wasn’t tired of kissing her. She wasn’t as nervous about that part
anymore and neither was I—she kissed me like it was her favorite thing on
earth, like it could save her soul or something. We had to be so careful all the time that when we got the chance
to be alone, it was like a dam burst.
Everything we had saved up tended to come out in kissing. First, she would just press against me, then
she would lace her fingers behind my neck and make these little circles with
her thumb, then she would touch my lower lip wither her tongue…That’s where
things started diverging. Even though
Rahne had been the reluctant one at first, she didn’t waste time in figuring
out what she liked and didn’t like. Or
in taking the lead when she felt like it.
She pushed against me harder than usual and I half fell, half sat on my
bed. She kept pushing me until I was on
my back and had to break the kiss to breathe.
“What’re we doing?”
“Do you
want to stop?”
“Not…not
really…”
“Tell me if
you do…”
I couldn’t
have formed a coherent sentence if I wanted to at that point. When Rahne said she wanted to go further,
she wasn’t kidding. Her algebra book
was shoved onto the floor along with most of my pillows. I managed to kick my sneakers off as I
pushed myself further up the bed, Rahne coming with me, still kissing me on my
face and neck. Every time I tried to
reach for her, she pushed my hands away.
After the third or fourth time, me and my thick skull got the hint. As much as I wanted to do something back, I
laid there and let her do it all. I was
pure fire, it seemed, and I couldn’t think beyond my skin. Her mouth on me was burning and gold shine
and her hands made me gasp and whimper.
I felt her fingers on my chest and realized my shirt had made it’s way
off me somehow, but ask how much I cared.
It was like…like words I can’t think of. Everything good and wonderful all squished together. The thousands of ways I thought of this
happening, this was not even on the list.
Heat poured into places unmentionable and I couldn’t help it—I squirmed
as she kissed me. It tickled but not in
a bad way. It was like tiny sparks all
over my skin and in my blood. I wanted
so much and couldn’t even begin to name the things I needed her to do. I felt her teeth and heard myself gasp, like
I was out of my skin for a time. All I
could feel was her, her tongue on me, her lips, her hands… Her fingers found where I was so wet and I
had to bite my lip. I wanted to be loud
and do things… But still she made me keep still. uld uld understand, I think, wanting to do this on her own terms,
wanting the control to show herself this was her doing it, not her friend’s
suggestion. Frankly, I didn’t care at
that point so long as she kept doing it.
I was naked and didn’t care. Her
tongue left wet trails that made me shiver in the cold room and her hands dug
into my skin and I knew I’d have bruises but that was fine. She parted me with her tongue and I know I
shouted her name. Let ‘em think we were
fighting. I just wanted more. I had thought about this, sure, but had no
idea what it would feel like. Neither
of us really knew what we were doing but it was so good… I felt coils tightening in me, like a spring
being wound too tight. It felt so good
it hurt as she licked and sucked and made me make these noises I choked
on. I knew what was going to happen—I’m
not a prude, I’d done things before and yeah, by myself, but still… But this
felt so much more…MORE than when I was alone.
My entire body tensed and I felt like my skull was going to crack from
the pressure of holding everything in.
I moaned, I felt it vibrate in my throat. She moaned against me and I wondered if she was pleasing herself
while she did this to me. It was like
falling off a cliff and when I hit bottom, I was boneless and warm, so relaxed
I couldn’t open my eyes. Rahne crawled
up next to me and she kissed me. I tasted myself on her and didn’t care. I wanted to do this more and told her so.
“Later,”
she told me. “Tomorrow.”
I laid
there for the longest time, even after she had to get to bed for lights
out. I laid there and thought about
tomorrow.
[1] This really
ticks me of personally…a lot of “well meaning parents” think that being a
lesbian or gay male in high school or even jr hi is a “trend” thing and not
actual feelings. I’ve had to attend
teacher meetings where they encouraged us to discourage it if we see it… Het behavior is okay but gods forbid I like
another girl at age 17 instead of a guy.
It must be a fluke then! The
idiotic term for it is Lesbian chic.