The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea Chapter Sixty Two (NC-17)
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“Ow!”
“You deserve it!”
“Chere, what’d I do?” Remy whinged, rubbing his cheek.
“You honestly think I’d make that flakey phone call to you?” Jubilee narrowed her eyes at Remy and fisted her hands on her hips. “You’re just lucky I’m too tired to sparkley your ass right now!”
“Chere, I weren’t tinkin’ ‘bout de fact it were…um…flakey. Jus’ dat it sound like you was upset an all dat…” He shrugged and winced as the stitches in his side pulled. “It ain’t nice ta be hittin’ a man while he down, you know.”
“Ask if I give a damn,” she muttered, though she reached out a hand and stroked his arm contritely. After a moment, she added, “I’m more mad at myself than you, you know.”
Remy captured her wrist and dragged her hand down so he could kiss her palm. “P’tite, I weren’t tinkin’ clear as I might… so much was goin’ on…”
“Yeah,” she replied darkly, climbing back onto the bed to kneel over him. “Remind me again why you were alone in a hotel room with Belladonna and a baby?” She sat back on her heels, her brows quirked in the very expression of curious inquiry.
Remy sighed again, releasing his hold on her and adjusting the sheet and blanket pulled up to his hips. “Chere, you know de story ain’t gonna change. Mais…I still ain’t happy dat Xavier gonna let Belle take Solange off like dis.”
Jubilee made a considering noise and leaned forward, kissing him soundly on the lips. “Well, things can happen, babies can be hidden… or something.” She poked his ribs and added, “But I’m still mad at you.”
“Pour quoi?” he demanded, grabbing her finger to stop her from poking him again. “Ain’t my fault I got cracked upside de head, eh?”
“No,” she admitted, “but it *is* your fault that I was worried sick to death when I saw you laying there.” She raised up to tower over him again. “And it is your fault that I seriously considered slapping you again a minute ago.”
“Actually,” he said slowly, a smirk threatening his features, “dat yo’ fault. An’ yo’ temper.” It was his turn to poke her, making her giggle unwillingly as he caught her side. “How’s Firestar doin’?”
“Fine,” Jubilee shrugged, shifting so that she straddle him, leaning with her hands on his chest. “A little pissed that she was overpowered and all that. She feels like she failed her one job. Emma was really cool about it and told her it wasn’t her fault, but Firestar is still kicking herself.” Jubilee glanced at the clock and frowned. “Ten minutes. Damn it.”
“Why de time so pressin’?” he asked innocently, grasping her hips and pressing against her slightly. “Have a hot date?”
She snorted. “Damned press conference and then we get yelled at,” she reminded him. “If I’m not down there, I’m getting sent to Boston.”
He froze. “You kiddin’, right?” His eyes searched hers questioningly. “Jubilation?”
She shrugged, picking at the hem of the blanket between them. “I don’t know if he was serious or not. I just don’t want to chance it. I mean, on one hand, Boston would be cool and all but…” She sighed and shrugged again. “I would much rather stay here.”
He nodded. “Moi aussi…” He slid his hands up her back and pressed against her, urging her to lean forward and capturing her lips in a kiss. “Jubilee,” he said quietly, “coupla days ago, you asked me somthin’…”
Jubilee’s eyes widened briefly and she lurched forward, silencing him with a kiss. “Don’t talk about it, okay?” she asked breathlessly, pulling away. “Just…don’t.”
“Mais…” he gasped as she moved suddenly, sliding down his body to grasp his semi-turgid length in her hand. “Jubilation…”
“Id shd shhh!” she said primly before closing her mouth over him as she stroked his burgeoning arousal.
“Jubilee, what you…” he lost his voice for a moment as she took him further into her mouth, her tongue laving his now-hard length. “Jubilee…”
She drew hard on him, squeezing as she began to move, twisting her hand around the saliva-damp arousal as she flicked her tongue against the head, then sliding her mouth back over him again, taking him in until she was near her limit. Remy winced as the sudden movement made his headache spike before fading, but he did not complain. Jubilee began moving in earnest then, stroking and licking and sucking as she did. She swirled her tongue across the head of his length, tasting the seeping arousal there, before taking him all the way in. Remy groaned and tangled his fingers in her hair, holding her to him as he flexed convulsively, trying not to gag her. She murmured in appreciation and increased her attentions, moving enough to tantalize but not bring release. Remy gasped her name as she moved a little faster, her throaty vocalizations as she made love to him with her mouth sending trills of pleasure through his entire being. She set a steady pace, her lips and tongue and fingers bringing him closer and closer to the edge with each passing second. After several minutes more of near-torturous attentions, Remy knew he could not hold off any longer. He arched his hips against her ministrations, making her grunt in annoyed surprise but she did not draw away. Instead, she took him into her throat entirely, his length entirely within her mouth. She swallowed as he climaxed, taking in everything and only pulling away when he groaned his completion. She slowly slid off him, her tongue lapping every trace of release from his softening length as she sat back. “I have to go to that meeting now. You wait here and rest or heal or something.”
Remy sighed and readjusted his sheet and blanket to cover his nudity as she hopped from the bed. “We still gotta talk, ya know.”
“I know,” she replied, her hand on the door knob, “but right now, I gotta go get yelled at.”