Variation on a Theme

Variation on a Theme Chapter Five (NC-17)

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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… mmmm…smut…. Readers/Reviewers: Wow, Scrib, this spawned, lol…
This chapter is in particular for Rubberduck who pushed, lol. In a good way.

 

 

 

 

Oh God Oh
God Oh God Oh God… Jean knows. Knows- knows. Not just guessing or thinking she might have an idea. “The bitch scanned us!”

Rahne,
sweet, unflappable Rahne, merely threw a sock at me. “So?”

“You’re not
getting this! She knows!”

“I got it
the first time. And don’t call her a
bitch.”

“Rahne,
listen to me…” My heart was pounding so
hard I was dizzy. It had been surreal,
hearing it come from Kitty’s mouth. It
was like standing outside my body and watching my face crack, trying not to
scream… “Jean found out and told Scott,
Scott’s big mouth told Kurt, who told Kitty…”
Kitty had said it was ‘in confidence,’ trying to make it sound less like
gossip. I had never wanted to hit her
so much in all my life as I did when she cornered me in the kitchen and asked
me about it, if it was true…

Rahne was
sitting up and looking panicked then. “Kitty knows? Oh God!”

“I know!” I
was wheezing. Was this a panic attack?
I was seventeen…you young for a heart attack, I hoped…

“Everyone’s
going to know by breakfast!”

When Rahne
gets upset, her accent gets heavier. We
were fast on our way to her being unintelligible. “Okay, we knew this was going to happen sooner or later, right?”

“I’d rather
it have been later,” she sighed, looking so stressed I wanted to cry for her.

“What’re we
going to do?”

“I don’t
know…”

“Damn
it! I knew this was going to happen…”

I felt
scared. This was not going well at
all. “Do you want to call this
off? I mean, it’s only been a month so
I understand…”

“No.”

That was
it. Just…no. Not I-love-you-and-I’d-never-leave-you, not Hell-no,
just…no. I could lwithwith that. “Okay.”

She didn’t
move when I sat down next to her on the bed and she didn’t move when I put my
arm around her shoulders. She just
stared. “Do ye think…do ye think the
Professor’s gonna say something?”

“Probably…but
only if it gets out of hand.”

“Us or the
gossip?”
“Either.” She leaned against me and sighed. I could feel her breath, her ribs moving as
her lungs worked. Her body was tense
but she did not say anything else for a while.
Finally, I couldn’t stand her being quiet and had to break the
silence. “I didn’t want you to get hurt
because of me, Rahne, but I really don’t want to get hurt either. I know how I feel about you, but I have to
know…” I couldn’t quite get the words
to come out for a minute and made this weird choking noise.

“You okay?”

“Is this
just an experiment for you?” Whew. That sounded harsh.

Rahne went
from looking pissed to hurt to pissed again in the space of about ten
seconds. “This isn’t a fucking whim,
Jubilee!” I expected a lot of stuff but
her being angry was way far down on the list.
Her pinning me wasn’t even on the damned list. “I thought about this a lot… It wasn’t some fucking spur of the
moment let’s see what it’s like to fuck a girl thing!”

“I’m
sorry!” Her hands on my arms were
tight, bruising. It was my first
instinct to push her off and defend myself but I held back. She was angry and scared and I’m pretty sure
I would’ve done the same thing if I were her.
I think. “Rahne, let go.”

“Sorry.” She rolled onto her side and laid there,
staring at me. “I can’t say I love you…”

“That’s
okay.” It wasn’t but I wasn’t going to
tell her that…I couldn’t make her love me but I could make her happy.

“They’re
going to ask, you know.”

Her fingers
were tangling in my hair and I couldn’t tell if she was trying to pull me
er fer for a kiss or trying not to hit something. “And we tell them the truth.”
I sounded a Hell of a lot less nervous than I really was. “And fuck ‘em if they can’t take it.”

She kissed
me then and I let her. I didn’t push
her or try to kiss her back. I had the
feeling she was trying to see something, testing a theory. After a moment, she pulled back and looked
at me. “Okay.” She kissed me again and this time I parted
my lips for her.

We had done this only twice before
but already we knew the signs in the other, the ways to recognize if we were
ready or this was just making out. The
way her hands moved on my arms, the tiny noises she made in her throat made me
warm in interesting places and made it very easy to forget what we were so
worried about. It still felt strange to
have someone else’s tongue in my mouth but it wasn’t a bad strange…It made her
moan when I sucked on it, and then when I pushed against her with mine. She took my hand and put it on her breast and
I could feel her nipple harden like mine.
Being with Rahne was far easier than being with a guy. I knew all the ins and outs of her body as
well as mine because we were the same in most things. I knew what felt good to me so I could do that to her, too. I jumped a little when her hand went to my
back, under my shirt. Heils ils tickled
me. I pushed her shirt up to kiss her
breasts, to feel them against my tongue as she slid her hand under the
waistband of my jeans. “How did I get
to be like this”, crossed my mind, followed by, “Who the Hell cares?” She bit my neck just enough to make me
shiver and I sort of lost track of what I was doing. I know I felt her, that I made her moan when I slid my fingers
inside her and touched her little hard nub with my thumb while I moved in
her. I know she did the same to me,
awkwardly because of how we were laying, both of us sort of stunned and
gasping, wet and hot and moving because we couldn’t get enough of each other’s
hands and kisses. She arched her back
like she was offering her breasts to me so I latched on, sucking on her,
licking her until she begged me not to because it felt too good. I think I felt drunk—at least I think that’s
what it feels like to be drunk. I had
no idea what I was doing but didn’t care.
I felt her fin in in me and her mouth hot and wet and open under
mine. She pulled away from me, gasping,
to say “More!” in my ear.

It was a jumble for a minute or
two, elbows banging into noses and knees hitting jaws as we tried to undress
and reposition in a hurry. It was like
a desperation, how bad I needed to hear her and taste her. She jumped when my mouth touched her there,
made this mewling noise that made me smile.
She tasted warm and different, good.
I could tell when she was getting close to the end because she was so
frantic between my thighs, making me devour her. That’s the only word for it, I think. I’d given up on caring if we were overheard. I remember thinking that if they knew
already, how much worse could it get?

She felt nice laying next to me,
hot and sweaty and a little sticky. “Tomorrow’s
Saturday,” she said after a while. “We’ll
have to face ‘em.”

“No escaping the weekends.”

“So…”

“So…”

“I think I know what I’m going to
say. It’s no different than me liking a
boy and doing this with him. It’s just…”

“A variation on a theme?” I
suggested, eyeing my English book on the bedside table.

“Exactly,” she said, laughing.

A faint tingling told me Jean was
trying to talk to me, in my head again. Jubilee? Could you and Rahne come downstairs please?

“Did you hear that too?” she asked
me like she was going to cry.

“Yeah.”

“Well…”

I kissed her hard and fast. “Guess we’d better put pants on then.”

“Eh, let ‘em stare. Maybe they’ll be so in awe they’ll forget to
confront us.”

I laughed and felt a little better.