Holiday Cheer

A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… *glomp * InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink, Dracena and Greywolf are loverly and wondermous for archiving/hosting. J ProPhile: It’s actually eight months. Not that I counted. Morgan: *tacklestalk * Readers/Reviewers: Okay, this is it. The last chapter of the holiday ficcage. *G * I’m going to get another one of the Jamie smut fic of yore out, mainly to sate the clamoring fanboys. ;) Just kidding guys… It’s really overdo for a chapter so it’ll be out, THEN I’ll start the ficcage again! Thanks for reading/reviewing!

“Oh, for the love of…” Jubilee clapped a hand over her eyes, staggering theatrically around the kitchen, near the entrance to the rec room. “My eyes! I’m blind!”

“Shut up!” Rogue shouted back, hopping up and down after her, trying to pull her jeans back up as she moved. Todd followed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and blushing furiously. “It’s not like you’re so subtle. Need I remind you?” She pitched her voice higher, mimicking Jubilee in the throes of passion. “Oh, harder, harder! Yes, there!”

Jubilee snarled at Rogue, flipping her off. “For the love of the deity of your choice, you two, we have to eat in there most days! And you were fucking in front of the dessert!” she added, waving an arm in the direction of the counter. “No one wants to eat food with sex juice all over it!”

“Okay, yeah, I think I just threw up in my mouth a little there,” Todd muttered, wrinkling his noise. “It wasn’t like I was jerking off on the cake, you know!”

“NOT LISTENING!” Jubilee shouted, clapping her hands over her ears. “Don’t fuck in the kitchen!”

Rogue bit her tongue, knowing there was no good response other than telling Jubilee to go do something physically impossible with a kitchen utensil, but that would only prolong the argument further. “Whatever.” She made a negligent gesture, effectively dismissing Jubilee and her outrage. “Just don’t tell Mark we were in there, okay? He’s being all…British and twitchy.” She fastened her jeans, giving Jubilee a final glare before looking over at Todd. “Let’s go see what Lance and Amara are up to.”

“Why shouldn’t I tell Mark?” Jubilee demanded. “You were getting oral sex in front of his pudding!”

“Does that sound as dirty as I think it does?” Todd muttered to Rogue. “Cause it sounds really dirty…”

“What good would telling Mark do?” Rogue shot back. “What would he do? Some weird witch doctor dance around the kitchen to rid his plum pudding of the aura of head?” She rolled her eyes, moving past Jubilee towards the rec room.

“Hey!” Jubilee caught her friend by the arm, unable to stop the flaring wince that crossed her face, despite the obvious evidence that it was one of Rogue’s safe days. “Not so fast!”

“What’re you going to do?” Rogue asked snidely, embarrassed at getting caught and annoyed at being kept there. “Sparkly me to death?” Jubilee narrowed her eyes, bringing up a hand glowing with sparkling plasma energy as Rogue continued, “Cause I think that’d piss Mark off more than me and Todd getting to third base in front of the damned pudding!”

“Um,” Todd jittered nervously, his eyes fixed on the threatening glow of Jubilee’s hand. “Maybe I’ll just…you know…go, um, bathe or something. It’s almost that time of the month…” He edged past the two females, his eyes wide and luminous as he made it safely to the rec room. “I’ll always love you, honey!” he shouted back to Rogue, disappearing as fast as he could manage.

“Why the Hell are you so upset about this?” Rogue asked, sounding suddenly tired as she shoved Jubilee away. The glow around the other girl’s hand dissipated, sparks flying into the ether, some lodging in the pudding and others swimming off through the air to settle in the dust near the floorboards. “You got a crush on Mark or something?”

Jubilee’s eyes went wide for just one moment before narrowing to slits. Her color high, she turned away from Rogue. “ Shut the fuck up.”

Rogue watched her leave, her lips curling into a grin. “I know a seeeeeeeeeeeecret…”