Institutionalized

INSTITUTIONALIZED CHAPTER FIFTY THREE (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Q of of Mad Plotbunnies and BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE (tm), I think the Mermaid scared the ducks away...they haven't been in the tub for days... InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink make me all shiny because they archive. Readers/Reviewers: One by one the penguins steal my sanity... and you just THOUGHT it was the ducks!


"I don't know," Jubilee sighed, wiggling her toes in a mound of bubbles. "This whole thing is just so weird, ya know?"
"How so, p'tite? Lean forward so I can get yo' back..."
She bent towards the faucet in the tub and sighed as Remy passed the sponge over her wet back, oddly businesslike in his actions. She was a little bothered by the fact he had not bothered to put out his cigarette, instead holding it carefully over the edge of the tub, a soda can serving as his ash tray. "Everything is weird! New people moving in, random kidnappings...which reminds me, I think we should all start wearing bells or those anti theft tags like they use in department stores that spray dye... That should slow it down."
Remy chuckled and pulled Jubilee back against him. "Try an' be quiet, eh? Don' wanna get Logan in here wid his claws out and my bits exposed, ya know?"
Jubilee snorted indelicately. "Kitty'd be the one he'd castrate for. He'd just rough you up a little." She tried to turn and face him but Remy made a tutting noise and held her in place. "C'mon, we got some alone time here," she complained, still squirming.
"Je sais, p'tite." He dropped the butt of the cigarette into the soda can and leaned back against the tub, taking her with him. "Jus' wanna sit here awhile, d'accord?"
"I guess," she sighed, settling against him. She could see the very tips of her hair brushing her eyes, the pink coloring she had put on the month before fading and leaving a rusty brown shade in its wake. "I need to dye my hair again."
"Non," he said suddenly, surprising her with his intensity.
"Remy, it's just hair..."
"I like it black."
"Tough toenails. My hair and I want to color it." She pinched his thigh, cradling her hips, sharply.
"Ow!"
"Wuss."
"Chere, you unkind to an old man," he growled, making her splash and yelp in surprise when he bit the back of her neck just hard enough to send a shiver through her nerve endings. "You need ta learn ta respect yo' elders!" He started licking and kissing Jubilee's neck, seeking the sensitive spot just below her jaw.
"Dude, you sound really Chester the Molester-y right now..."
Remy paused mid-lick. "Desolee... Want me to stop?"
"Just don't say things like that, kay?" He nodded against her skin and she wiggled her encouragement that he could continue his attentions. Jubilee murmured happily as he half-dragged her up his chest to better access her throat, sliding further down the tub himself to do so. "Don't drown, okay?"
"What a way ta go, though, eh?" he snickered, drawing on her skin and leaving a faint red mark on the olive flesh. "Jubilation, I was so worried 'bout you..."
She bit her lip, weighing a response before falling back on comfortable joviality. "Remy LeBeau, worrying like a mother hen? I never thought I'd see the day!"
"Hush yo' mouth, cherie. I'm bein' serious here..." He managed, with no small amount of splashing and one good, hard whack of his elbow against the soap dish which warranted a curse so blistering even Jubilee blushed, to turn her around to face him. When she was kneeling between his thighs, her eyes wide and owlish as seemed to flicker under his intent gaze, he said quietly, "I know well as anyone you can take care yo'self, oui, mais that don't stop me from worryin' when somthin' happen like dis whole Emma Frost deal."
"If it makes you feel any better, she said softly, unable to stop the words as they came from her lips, "I think this was just a one-off..."
Remy looked at her for a moment, his face blank, before breaking into laughter. "It don't help," he managed, but I glad you payin' attention."
Jubilee was not quite sure what happened and in what order it occurred, but she knew she liked it a lot. The vertigo of being suddenly kissed gave way to the feeling of being moved and pushed and pulled, Remy's careful push into her making her gasp and bite down hard on her lip to keep from crying out. She heard his protestations of worry, how he knew that this would not be the last time she would be in danger but he would always fear for her life, how guilty he had felt for thinking of protecting her when he knew she would fight him off... His voice drowned out her harsh breathing but not for long as she arched her back and pressed one pert nipple against his lips. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as Remy began to draw on her, suckling as if his life depended on it. "We always," she panted, trying not to slip as she moved against him, "end up like this..."
"No, dis be de firs' time in de tub," he said against her skin.
"No,' she said roughly, "having sex..."
"Dat bad?"
"No...just an observation."
"Well, stop observin' an' jus' enjoy dis, d'accord?" Jubilee's agreement came in the form of a barely suppressed outcry of pleasure as Remy pressed and rubbed against the apex of her thighs, making her shake with a release she did not expect. Her movements became very nearly dangerous, her knees slipping on the bottom of the tub as she tried to give Remy the same sort of climax as he had given her. "P'tite," he murmured, stilling her by grasping her hips tightly, "we better move from here."
"Mmmm," responded, trying to lean forward and kiss him only to find herself held still by a very strong grip.
"We got a few hours 'fore de Professor be callin' fo' us an' dat bed in dere be nice an' soft..."
She sighed and relaxed. "Fine, fine...but next time," she said warningly, only half kidding, "you get to be the one with bruised knees!"

Todd stared blearily at Rogue as she slept fitfully. The sedative had worn off an hour or so before-he could tell be cause the quality of her sleep changed-and she was twitching slightly as she fought off who knows what in her mind. He had tried to sleep on the narrow cot Beast had placed next to the bed in the infirmary but Todd found that he was much too wrought up to even attempt a light doze. Instead, he held Rogue's hand between both of his and just stared. He had long since ceased to speak aloud, his mouth dry and throat hurting, choosing instead to just watch her. It was almost as if, he thought to himself, he could will her to wake up and everything would be fine. _What is he doing inside her head? Will he go away? Will she ever be okay after this? _ He sighed quietly and leaned forward to rest his head on her hip, biting his lip against the urge to cry.
"I can feel you being upset," she said softly, barely loud enough to be heard. "It hurts."
Todd sat straight up and felt his jaw drop. Rogue's eyes were still closed but she was most certainly awake now. "I'm sorry," he rasped after a minute.
"Don't be. I thought I was dead for a few minutes there." She blinked rapidly, the bright overhead light hurting her eyes. "Could you?" she asked faintly. He nodded and, without getting up, flipped the light switch with a flick of his tongue. "Thanks," she murmured, slowly and painfully turning onto her side. "I feel like I've been run over."
"You had a seizure earlier."
"I remember that part..."
"No, after we got back here, after you went to the basement... I was scared for you," he admitted, clutching at her fingers almost too tightly.
She fell silent, her breathing long and slow and even, so much so that Todd thought she had fallen back asleep and was surprised when she said, "I don't remember going to the basement."
"Oh." His brows furrowed as he tried to figure out what to say next. "Is he in there?" he finally blurted, unable to contain himself. "Is he hurting you?"
"It doesn't hurt," she sighed. "Not like you'd think. I feel like I'm not myself now... He's quiet, not bothering me, but I can _feel _ so much..." Beast and Cecilia's well meaning pity had almost been too much as had the Professor's anger towards Emma and Empath himself. The anger, she decided, was the worst because it came from him who was usually so reserved and calm; it was like being punched in the stomach, she thought to herself, hurtful and breathtaking and aching for hours.
Todd closed his eyes and let out a breath he did not know he had beoldiolding before he said, "Do you want me to leave?"
"No," she cried suddenly, springing to life and grabbing at his arms with both hands. "Don't leave me alone!"
"Okay, okay," he soothed, letting her pull on him, climbing into the bed next to her. It was awkward but he managed to lay down without taking up too much room, Rogue clutching at him as if he were her only hope of survival. She was covered in her body suit and a pair of gloves someone had brought from her room but he still had to be careful of her face and neck, so close to his own as she trembled against him. "It's okay, Marie."
"No, it isn't," she said shakily. "It won't be for a long time..."