Canadian Whiskey

Jubilee threw herself into one of the room's chairs and dropped her pink sunglasses on the table top. Taking her gloves off, she put them next to her sunglasses. She had gotten an eyeful without even looking at him. She raked her hand through her hair and blew out a deep breath. 'What is making him act this way,' she thought to herself. 'Why after all these years,' she let the thought die as she stood and stretched. She looked around the room, but was unable to find a phone anywhere. Who would she call? She didn't even know where they were. She walked around the room nervously.

'What's gonna happen,' she thought. As recent as a few days ago, she would have given anything to be in this situation, but now, she just didn't know.

The water turned off. 'If he comes out wearing nothing, but that towel,' again her thought died as the bathroom door opened. Logan stepped out, the towel low on his hips. Her mouth went completely dry.

"Bathroom's all yours," he said, smiling. She shook her head no and turned away from him, wrapping her arms around herself. She was so nervous she was cold. Rubbing her hands up and down her forearms, she stepped over to the wall unit and adjusted the heat setting. She took a step back and ran right into him. He reached out to steady her as she tried to turn to face him. She had grabbed a hold of his forearms and a jolt of something shot through her, traveling all over her body. He felt it, too.

He let her go as soon as she had her balance. He didn't want her to see the towel tenting. It was bad enough he had already scared her today. He didn't think she was really ready for that kind of a relationship. At least he was going to try for the millionth time to convince her of that. Even if he had to give her a taste of what she wanted.

He sat on the side of the bed hoping that would give them enough space to discuss everything he had been dreading for the last few months.

He no longer saw her as a kid, but as the young woman she had grown to be. His body also knew this and reminded him every chance it got. He looked towards her, now sitting at the table.

"It's time, Jubes. It's time to talk." He stood and walked over to the pants of his uniform and picking them up, pulled a half smoked cigar from the pocket along with a book of matches. Walking back to the bed, he sat down and lit the cigar. Looking at her, he said, "So talk."

She just stared at him. "I don't know what to say," she finally responded.

"Well, just tell me. Explain to me what you expect from this relationship."

She was confused and let it show. "I don't get you, Logan. You've been fighting me for years. Why now? Why this particular time?"

He took a long puff on the cigar and slowly blew out the smoke. "I've been fighting you because it was the right thing to do. I'm gettin' tired o'the fight." He took another puff from the cigar. "There's things that I can . . . oh, hell, I don't know how to explain it," he said, leaning forward, elbows on knees.

"Just try telling me. I don't need any explanations . . .Wolvie." He smiled at her use of her nickname for him.

He agreed with her. "Like I said earlier, I'm more beast than man at times, but my senses are always takin' in things others ain't able to sense." He paused to make sure she didn't have any questions. She nodded for him to continue so he went on, "It's only been a few months since you came back to the mansion, but the first thing my body noticed was that you ain't any kid no more. My body keeps remindin' me o'the fact, too." He took one last puff off the cigar and getting up and walking to the sink against the far wall, next to the bathroom door, turned the water on and put the cigar under the stream to put it out. He then dropped it in the trash can. He walked back to the bed and sat on one corner of the foot.

"I'm tired o'runnin' every time somethin' gets complicated." He stopped talking before he became too emotional.

"I," she paused trying to gather her words and not seem juvenile. The last thing she wanted to do was scare him off, not when he was finally opening up to her. "I have been in love with you since the first moment I ever saw you. I have watched you suffer so many losses. I even mourned those losses with you. I did so silently, but I still mourned." She took a shaky breath and stood up. She stepped over to him and looked down into his eyes. She knew he wanted to say more. Hell, she wanted him to say more, but she was going to let him do it in his own time.

"I just don't want you gettin' hurt. I'd never forgive myself . . ."

She put her finger against his lips and said, "Shhh, I'm not gonna get hurt. So don't even go there." She cupped his cheek with her hand. Closing his eyes, he turned his face into her hand and sniffed her wrist. Raising his hands to her hips and grasped her and pulled her to him. His face came even with her breasts and he rested his head against them. He wrapped his arms around her and held her there. She wrapped her arms around his neck.

She dropped to her knees between his legs. The towel was stretched wide, but still didn't expose him to her. She slid her hands down his chest and around his waist. His hands were on her shoulders and he raised one to cup her cheek. He traced the line of her bottom lip with his thumb. Their breathing had deepened with their desire. He pulled her forward as he leaned toward her, stopping only a breath from each other. He said, "Be sure this is what you want before we get started."

She looked at him and then her gaze dropped to his mouth. She smiled and moved to close the distance still between them.

Their lips met in a clash of contradictions and textures. Her lips were all feminine where his was completely masculine. She was soft where he was more firm. It was devastatingly delirious for them both. His other hand moved to her other cheek and, breaking the kiss, he pulled her back slightly, trying to catch his breath. She stared at him, her breathing ragged. He captured her mouth again, this time their tongues meeting, fiercely thrusting against each other.

He stood up, pulling her up with him. He broke the kiss and pulled her against him, hugging her. The only sound in the room was the harshness of their breathing. She leaned back and looked up at him. "That was," she took a deep breath. "Whoa!"

He smiled and nodded his agreement. She ran her hands across his cheeks and through the hair of his sideburns and then down his chest, across his stomach and stopped at the towel where he had it folded under. She looked down at her hands as she slid her fingers under the towel and then looked back into his eyes as she gently pulled on the towel and let it drop to the floor.

He moved his hands from her hips to her shoulders; gathering a handful of the lapels of her jacket. Pushing it off of her shoulders and down her arms, it joined the towel on the floor. The spandex of her uniform stretched impossibly tight across her breasts, showing her tightly beaded nipples. She had modified the uniform top to be mid-drift cut and the pants were like low rider jeans. They hung low on her hips and dipped to the mid-point between her stomach and pelvic bone. She loved wearing her uniform because it showed off her flat stomach to the best advantage. She had had her belly button pierced and the sapphire that rested there glinted in the light from the lone lamp in the room.

He raised his hands and flattened the palms against her stomach. Her skin quivered under his touch and a trail of fire was left in the wake of his hands as them slid around to her back and up under her shirt. Sliding his hands back towards the front, he stopped at the side of her breasts. Suddenly, he raised his hands and swiftly pulled her shirt off. Her breasts bounced as they were released from the shirt. Their eyes met and the heat that passed between them could have melted steel. He raised his hands to her hips, again, and slowly slid them upwards towards her breasts.

Stopping just below the turgid flesh, he cupped her bared breasts and ran a thumb over each nipple. She moaned in pleasure and her knees almost gave out. He wrapped his arms around her again and pulled her into his kiss. Spinning them around, he lay her back on the bed. He scooted her up to just below the pillows. His muscles moved and bunched under her hands as she moved them over his shoulders and back. She raised a leg and wrapped it around his hip, rubbing the bottom of her foot up and down his bare leg; the coarse hairs abrading her soft skin.

It was the most erotic thing to be looking up at him as he lay over her kissing and touching her. He sat back on his knees, his thighs holding her legs up and apart. He looked down at her, letting his gaze trail down her skin to her breasts. She had large breasts for her size. She wasn't as full breasted as the other X-women, but he didn't mind. She was perfect to him.

He lay a hand palm down on her stomach at her waistband. He slowly slid his hand up towards her breasts. He moaned as the head of his penis touched the material that rested between her legs. She could feel it through the material and her hips rose as she tried to relieve the pressure beginning to build there. He leaned forward and, resting most of his weight on his hands at her underarms; he dipped his head and took a nipple in his mouth.

She arched her back and ran her hands through his hair. He pressed his pelvis against hers and rubbed. Their moans mingled with heavy breathing to break the silence in the room.

'Logan,' came the voice in his head. He growled in anger and said, "This better be important, Charlie, 'cause I don't like interruptions when I'm busy." Jubilee could hear Charles in her head, too.

'Logan, I need you and Jubilee to return to the mansion. Something has happened and you both are needed back here.' Charles didn't say anything more. Logan sat up on his knees and pulled her into a sitting position. He cupped her face in his hands and wrapped his arms around her. Taking a deep breath, he growled and said, "Maybe it's a good thing." She pulled back to look up at his face. He cupped her cheek once more and finished, "If this is gonna happen, it doesn't need to happen in a sleazy, cheap motel in the middle of nowhere." He smiled down at her.

Getting off the bed, he picked her shirt up off the floor and handed it to her. He walked over to the bathroom door and, picking his uniform pants up, put them on and grabbed his boots and shirt. Once dressed and still somewhat aroused, they moved out the door and to the office of the motel. Dropping the key off and getting back in the jeep, Logan pulled out of the parking lot and headed back to the mansion.