Mirror, Mirror

Mirror Mirror Chapter Six
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“Oh…sorry. I’ll leave.”
“No, Jubes… wait!” Kurt dropped from the rings and bamfed to Jubilee’s side before she had a chance to make an exit. “You can use the gym too.”
“Kurt,” she sighed, unable to meet his gaze, “this is just too weird. We made a mistake…”
“Ja, I know. I’m…I’m worried it’s ruined everything,” he said in a soft, aching voice. He covered his face with his hands for a bare moment, then sighed. “Have you told Remy?”
“I…” she paused. “No.”
“I haven’t told Kitty.”
“Do you want to?”
“Nein.” He finally looked at her, his eyes wide and practically glowing with unshed tears. “I’m scared I’ve lost her.”
Jubilee pursed her lips and shook her head slightly. “We’re a sorry sack of collective shit, you know that? Neither one of us had a significant other when we did it in the heat of the moment and you know what? I’m sick to death of you moping like a twelve year old Emo fan.”
“Was? That doesn’t sound very nice, Jubilee,” Kurt scolded, momentarily startled out of self pity by her sudden turn for the prosaic.
“Kurt, we had sex. A quickie, a buddy fuck,” she said in a rapid, almost pacific tone. “We didn’t cheat on anyone, we just turned to each other for comfort.” She raised a brow and a slight smile stole across her lips. “Hot, sweaty, slightly sticky comfort.”
“Jubes”! he cried, feeling heat rise in his cheeks and knowing full well that he was blushing furiously. “Don’t talk about it like that!”
“What? Do you want me to call it making love?” she asked, her voice almost mocking. “Look, Kurt, I know I’ve been doing my fair share of dodging around you and hiding out in corners and stuff but…” she sighed again and raked her fingers through her spiky hair with it’s multicolored tips. “But we’re friends, ya know? And sometimes friends do this sort of thing. It’s just sex. It’s not the end of the world.” As she said the words, she knew it was true, at least for her. Kurt, though, she thought, had an entirely different view of the act of physical satiation. Tentatively, she reached out to lay her hand on his shoulder, unable to keep herself from rolling her eyes heavenward as he flinched. “Kurt, I am not going to throw you down on the floor and rape you,” she said slowly and clearly, as if talking to a simple child.
“I know,” he snapped, stepping out of her reach. “I don’t want you touching me because… because…”
“Because I’m not Kitty,” Jubilee said bluntly, folding her arms across her chest and glaring. “Kurt, get over yourself! You’re cute but you’re not irresistible and you know what? Kitty won’t be the last girl to want to jump your bones!”
“I don’t want you to touch me,” he growled, closing the distance between them in one long step, “because I still want to have sex with you.”
Jubilee blinked, her breath puffing out between her lips in a surprised “o”. “Um,” she said, looking up into his burning bright eyes, “not the most romantic proposition I’ve ever had but…okay.”
“WAS?” Kurt cried, practically leaping back. “You’re not serious!”
“Why not?” Jubilee asked, walking towards him slowly, giving him a chance to break away. “We’re alone, single, in need of comfort… Don’t give me that look, Kurt. You always said sex was for people who love each other, right? Well. We’re friends. We love each other.” She smiled tentatively and wondered how much of her was just plain lonely and how much of her wanted to feel beautiful again, feel powerful and seductive as Remy made her feel.
Kurt wanted to move but could not. He could only see Jubilee, filling his vision and the rest of his senses with her being. He could smell the combination of incense and bubble gum and honey-sweet perfume that mingled with her sweat-damp skin. He could hear the soft sigh of her breath as she pressed against him, taste her tongue and lips. He loved Kitty, he cried mentally, but Kitty was not there. Kitty had not answered his letters except via email and then, just courtesies. She said she loved him still but, a tiny voice in the back of his mind pointed out, she said she needed space. “Jubilee,” he panted, breaking away for just a moment.
“I know. This isn’t forever-love, Kurt. It’s need,” she said roughly, pushing against him again. She could feel the hard length of him pressing against her and she whimpered as he moved reflexively, wanting him inside her, wanting release and the feeling of wholeness and lustful abandon. She felt him pick her up but she was too lost in a wave of sensation, his teeth nipping at her throat and his tail sliding around her back, the spaded tip pushing her shirt out of the way as he deposited her on the bench along the wall. Not one word was spoken as clothes were hastily pushed aside, moved just enough to access throbbing inner core and turgid, aching flesh. Jubilee arched as he pressed into her, the thickness of him surprising even though she had felt it before. She wondered if this was a mistake and decided not to think of it now, to just feel. She wrapped her legs around his lower back and raised her hips to meet each thrust with one of her own, her lips burning from Kurt’s kisses as he grunted into her neck and shoulder, neither of them wanting the patient lovemaking of their former lovers and just wanting release, almost wanting to just get it over with. Her body responded quickly, aching need pooling in her belly and cresting like a wave, crashing over her in golden release as her body arched and a cry rose from her throat. Dimly, she realized the voice raised with her own was Kurt’s and felt the hot spill of his release on her thighs and stomach as he withdrew from her, panting wordlessly.
Kurt rocked back onto his heels and grabbed for one of the towels stacked at the end of the bench, hurriedly setting to clean up. “Jubilee, I think that might have been a mistake.”
“No,” Rogue’s strangled voice came from behind them, “not locking the door was a mistake…”
Jubilee and Kurt were both on their feet in a flash. “Rogue,” Jubilee said quickly, “look…”
“I’d rather not,” the Southerner shot back. “Storm says y’all need to get up to the library. One of the first years is having a fit and no one can get to ‘em…” She gave them both a look of surprise, disgust and confusion. “And for fuck’s sake put your pants on, Kurt.”