Galatea

Galatea Chapter Forty Three (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply

A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE (tm), Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta, I've decided you're also Keeper of the Teas. ;) InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink and Dracena are squishy Peeps goodness for archiving/hosting. ProPhile is a glompy smutmuse. Readers/Reviewers: I'm wobbly so if this chapter is weird, mea culpa. And the ducks send their love...


The room was as dark as could be, but his keen eyes picked out obstacles easily. Partially from memory, partially thanks to the faintest shimmer of silver moonlight, he made his way to the bed and paused. The form was correct, to an extent, but something was off. "Chere?"
"Over here," her quiet voice responded from somewhere behind him.
He turned, a smile already playing on his features, and felt the change in the air as she moved past him. "Why you got all dese lights of, eh?"
"Because." He could practically hear her shrug. "I've been thinking, Remy, and I've come to a decision."
"Oh?" He was not quite sure if he should be worried or not. Instead, he followed her slight shadow to the bed and sat on the edge, near where she sat in the middle. "Bout what?"
"I do need to grow up. A lot." 'tit'tite, dis ain't cause..."
"Like I said earlier," she broke in, "this has nothing to do with Belladonna or even you, Remy. Blow to your ego though that is..." Her soft sarcasm drifted into a note of amusement. She rose to her knees and moved towards him, her fingers drifting over the back of his neck and tilting his chin upwards. "But just because I need to grow up doesn't mean I'm going to change all that much."
"Pardon?" he murmured, momentarily distracted by the proximity of her lips.
She brushed a kiss against the corner of his mouth, shifting to straddle him before continuing. "I'm going to be graduating from high school soon, you know? Before my parents died," she paused again to kiss him, her tongue darting out to tease his lower lip, "I had all these ideas, you know? I was going to go to college on a gymnastics scholarship, I was going to be a doctor or something."
Remy closed his eyes appreciatively as she kissed him again, this time more deeply. His hands came up to hold her hips, leaning back and taking her with him perforce. As they broke for breath, he asked, "An' now?"
"Things got in the way," she sighed, her hands slipping under his shirt. "Even after I came here and didn't have to worry about survival anymore, I didn't let myself make plans. I never really thought much about life after here."
He bunched up her nightshirt to her hips and splayed his hands across the smooth expanse of flesh there. "You got some idea den?" He half feared, half hoped what her next words would be. "Mebbe you gonna be some sorta..." he paused. "Dere any sorta Nobel Prize winnin' gymnasts?"
She burst out in a peal of laughter, tucking her head under his chin to stifle the sound, past curfew as it was. "Not that I know of."
"Too bad," he murmured, reaching between them to unfasten his pants. "Cause I'm tinkin' you be a great one."
"For services to humanity in the field of gymnastics," she intoned, kissing his throat, "Jubilation Lee."
Remy chuckled and arched his throat, sighing as she kissed him some more, her teeth and tongue leaving trails of warm sensation that spread through the rest of his body, pooling and burning low in his abdomen. "So what you pick?"
"Nothing yet," she admitted. "But that's okay. I mean," she gasped and closed her eyes as his fingers slipped over the curve of her buttocks and between her thighs, brushing against the delicate folds there. "I mean," she continued as he paused attentively, "the old me, the L.A. me, the me that was the rich kid in the prep school, I would have been going nuts if I got to this age and didn't have my whole college and grad school career planned out."
"But what 'bout de you now?"
"She's still her, kind of. Part of me is eleven and freaking out over not getting a perfect one hundred on the test, part of me is still hiding under the bridge down town, hoping I don't have to...to...resort to somng jng just to get some food...and part of me is still..." Her words were cut off by a sudden kiss from Remy1, melting into a longer embrace. She moaned softly as his finger pressed ever so slightly against her piercing and she broke the kiss. "Careful, it's still sore."
"Pour quoi?"
"Ah..." She blushed in the dark and wriggled so that his arousal was at her center. "A book Rogue gave Amara. I got bored last week and was flipping through it and well..." she shrugged. "Ownership."2
"Um, who else gonna own dat?" he mused, guiding himself into her waiting warmth. She hissed and tensed, her sex still sore even days after the piercing.
"More like..." she choked on a sharp gasp as the full realization of the new sensitivity hit her. "Oh...um...what? Oh. It's more like I own myself. I'm not a little girl and I need to..." She licked her lips, trying to keep equilibrium. "I need to own myself. And it's..."
"Oui?" he asked, knowing his smile was evident in his voice. Her disjointed speech was a testament to her pleasure even if she made no other outward sign. He could feel her grow even more wet around him, her heat silken and grasping as he raised his hips against her.
"I...damn it, Remy, I can't think when you're doing this!"
"Bon. Means I'm doin' somethin' right..."
She gave in, pressing her hands against his chest for balance and taking over the rhythm he had set, rocking her hips as she bore on him internally, his slight noises of appreciation and pleasure making her thrill inside. Hyper aware of the presence of unseen ears and the possibility of being caught, Jubilee regretfully increased her pace. Between the increased friction thanks to her piercing and the new urgency brought on by realization, she felt the first tremors of release in moments. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, shuddering her release. She felt rather than heard Remy's indrawn breath as his fingers tightened on her before he tensed, spilling his climax within her.
She moved to lay at his side for a few moments longer than she knew to be sane given Logan's bed checks and sighed. "Like I was saying," she continued after catching her breath as Remy refastened his clothes, "I need to stop letting other people tell me how to be, even if they don't do it out loud. If I let 'em see me as a kid, I'll always act like one."
Remy snorted, knowing better than to laugh aloud at her determined resuming of the previous conversation. "Chere, you too strong a person to ever let anyone tell you how to be."
"Thanks, Remy," she sighed, sitting up as he rose. "I guess this is it till tomorrow."
"Je t'aime."
"Love you, too," she said quietly, following him to the door for a kiss. "And you know, even if I was jealous of Belle before, I'm not now." _Not too much, _ she added internally.
"Oh?"
"Yeah... I mean, she's in Toronto and I'm here with you," she smiled.
"Ah, course. I am much better than Toronto."3
1 As I look at this, I wonder...who the Hell else would it be from at this point in the action?
2 One more time... Urban Primitive is where I got the info. Good book even if you aren't pagan but if you are, it makes more sense, LOL.
3 No offense Canadians, lol.