Sins of the Father

Sins of the Father Chapter Six (NC-17)
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"Remy, stop it," Jubilee giggled, ducking away from yet another attempt at a kiss. "We're in public!"
"So?" he challenged, grinning. He glanced around the yard and shrugged. "Let 'em stare. We gotta be more innerestin' den them laps Logan got 'em runnin'." He winced in sympathy as one of the new students fell behind, Logan's voice almost clear in the still air, telling him to pick it up and move... " 'Sides... Logan ain't gonna notice us while he torturin' them newbies."
She rolled her eyes. "That's not the point! I don't want to be one of those couples who's always glomming all over each other in front of everyone..." She sipped her soda and added primly, "I think Kurt and Kitty have earned that title fair and square."
Remy snorted. "You ain't bein' nice," he chided, pulling her onto his lap. They were sitting in the old gazebo behind the house, looking down the slight slope of lawn to the empty space that Logan had decided would be the sports and recreation field, providing sports meant endless lap running and recreation meant him watching it. Jubilee made no protest as he settled her on his lap in relative privacy, their respite from cataloging the downstairs library quickly drawing to a close. "Ya know," he said after a moment of silence in which she sipped her soda again, stifling an unladylike burp, "ain't no one gonna know if we don't get back to them chores right 'way."
Jubilee arched a brow. "Have you MET Emma? She'll know if we're so much as ten seconds late..." She wriggled a little against him, smiling faintly at the obvious sign of his unwillingness to return to work. "Besides, if you can wait a few hours, we'll have all evening to ourselves while the new kids get the obligatory lecture on safety and responsibility and yada yada yada..."
Remy pouted. "I don' wanna wait," he sulked, though the slight smile told Jubilee he was not acting as childish as all that. He slid his hand up her thigh from her knee, his fingers lightly brushing her warm skin.
She felt a blush creeping up her neck to brighten her face. "Remy Etienne LeBeau, stop that right now! We're in public!"
He grinned. "Uh oh...she usin' my middle name... guess I'm in some trouble, eh?" His hand moved further, pausing at the hem on the leg of her shorts. "Dis mean I get to be punished later?"
"Do I look like Amara?" she retorted tartly, sliding a coy glance at him as she leaned back to put her soda can on the edge of the gazebo's wall. "All this is going to get you is in trouble."
"Nah," he drawled. " All dis gonna get me is blue balls cause you gonna make me wait till tonight, eh?" He grinned at her blush and slid his fingers under the pale denim of her shorts. Jubilee was amazingly mute as he edged closer to her center. "Cause you wanna do things right an' proper dis time, eh?" he pressed, trying to goad her into a response.
She frowned and elbowed him against his chest, shifting slightly to part her thighs a little more, even as she feigned annoyance. "I just want to keep from getting into trouble. The less I get yelled at now, the more likely they'll let me go with you this summer." She wriggled almost unwittingly against him again. "Besides, there's something to be said for a mattress and no witnesses."
Remy chuckled. He could feel her arousal against his fingers and knew she was only feigning irritation. She sighed softly as he brushed against the dark curls covering her sex and he smiled. "Well, how bout we make us a deal, eh?"
She swallowed hard before she spoke, leaning back against him and closing her eyes as his other arm came around her waist. "I don't know...a deal with a thief...doesn't sound like a good idea to me," she teased quietly, gasping as he parted her silken flesh with the edge of his thumb.
He kissed the side of her neck, inhaling the sugary floral scent of her skin before responding. "I promise I won't be getting you in trouble here if you promise me dat you ain't gonna spend mos' of tonight frettin' on them college applications of yours." He rubbed against the hidden pearl of her desire, the moist heat between her thighs increasing exponentially as he did so. Jubilee nodded mutely and he took that for an agreement to the bargain. "Bon. Maintenant...try an' not scream or nothin'..."
Jubilee snorted. "Cocky son of a bitch, aren't you?" She moaned under her breath a moment later as he shifted his fingers against her, slipping two within her as he continued to rub her swollen flesh with his thumb. "You're determined to get caught..."
"Mebbe I'm just likin' to hear you moan," he murmured in rejoinder, increasing the rhythm within her. "You stress out too much lately," he continued conversationally, despite the fact he was aroused to the point of pain and Jubilee squirming against him was not helping matters. _You ain't gonna shoot off in your pants like some teenager, _ he scolded himself, almost missing her response to him. "Mmmm?"
"I said," she breathed, her voice shaking slightly as she tried to moved her hips against his hand, "that stress is Mother Nature's way of keeping me on schedule." Her words trailed off into a gasping groan as he pressed particularly hard against her. "Again..."
He complied readily, her body already starting to tremble in the first signs of her release. "Stress gonna give you wrinkles," he warned, twisting his fingers inside her. She cried out softly, biting her lower lip to keep the rest of the sound safely away. "An' den everyone gonna tink you robbing the cradle, a wrinkled little woman avec moi..."
She laughed shakily, wanting to snap off a witty reply but unable to manage more than another groan. She felt the flood of golden sparks in her limbs and veins rush to pool behind her navel, a tight spasm of need resolving itself into a convulsing release, her internal muscles grasping at Remy eagerly as she swallowed a loud cry. She moved against him as best she could, pressing his fingers into her and against her as she squirmed and panted for breath. The pleasure was to the point of pain before he withdrew from her, leaving her feeling sated yet bereft. "You're the evil one," she finally managed, opening one eye to glare up at him. "That was not fair. Now I'm going to be thinking of that for the rest of the day in that damned dusty book room."
Remy smiled lazily. "Well, den, you ain't gonna be stressed."
Jubilee bit back further reply as the sound of footsteps crunching on the gravel walk alerted them to someone's presence. She slid off his lap and adjusted her shorts as a newly familiar person rounded the corner of the mansion. "What do you want?" she snapped before she could stop herself. Remy rose behind her, putting his hands on her shoulders in a gesture both calming and supportive.
Dr Beck arched a brow. "I rang the bell but no one answered. I wasn't aware I would be...disturbing...anything."
Remy's voice was flat as he responded, "You ain't. "
"Hmmm. Well. I have an appointment with Professor Xavier. Failing that, I need to speak with Miss Frost."
Jubilee felt sick. "They're inside."
Remy did not frown outwardly but the expression was clear in his voice. "We show you the way," he offered.
Dr Beck nodded. "Very good..." He looked at Jubilee intently. "Are you feeling alright?"
"No," she shot back. "I think it must be a bug going around." Abruptly, she turned and marched down the steps of the gazebo, heading for the back door. Remy shrugged and followed her, leaving Dr Beck to bring up the rear.