Side stepping

Disclaimer: Don't own ' Wis Wish I did. And *ahem* smut ahead...arrr:)

Well, Jubilee thought to herself, things could be a whole lot more awkward. The usual X-gang sat around the large breakfast table, scarfing down more than their share of food, made by their miraculously perfect cook, Jean Grey. Somehow, the others got out of kitchen duty while Jean 'slaved' over a hot stove. Although, with telekinesis, slaving wasn't the word most would use. Breakfast could be prepared while Jean sat at the table, sipping a mug of hot, strong coffee, leafing through that week's US magazine with a silly tired story about Ashton Kutcher and nasty, craddle robbing Demi Moore.
Others woofed down mouth watering pancakes drenched in melted butter and maple syrup, sausage links and patties, and crunchy bacon. Most of the males made breakfast sandwiches with the fluffy, layered biscuits freshly made and sipped cold whole milk or sugary coffee.
Jubilee was the most conspicuous. While syrup congealed on her plate, her fork made a battlefield of her bacon, sending them to wage war with the sausage while the biscuits called in reinforcements of soggy butter to drench the trenches in the pancakes. It would come soon, she knew it, as did they.
"So Jubes, you not hungry?" Remy mouthed around a mouth full of pancakes. His devil eyes never left his plate, as if he would look away, it would disappear, or be snatched by the fluffy, blue furred man beside him, nonchalantly drinking his creamed and sugared coffee.
"Um," she cleared her throat, grasping her fork tighter, "I'm fine, just a little tired. Guess I overslept, is all." She smiled weakly at them, bringing a big bite of soggy pancakes to her mouth, chewing them automatically. She managed to finish her breakfast, trying not to gag each time her stomach clenched as she thought of him, or tilted her head and smelled him on her.
They had bathed each other, a nook and cranny bath, learning each others bodies like they were their own, drowning in their loving. She ached from his rough loving, ached from his gentle loving, she thought, smirking into her hot, sugary coffee. He was in his room now, showering after his danger room session. How he hated calling it that. Danger room, how poofsterish is that? she would often tease him, just to get him riled and watch that dangerous spark enter his beautiful blue eyes. Hmmm, the water would be running over him, he would be standing spread eagle, his palms against the wall, letting the water flow over him....
"P'tite, ya didn' finish yer coffee!!"
Jubilee ignored his laughing shout as she tore out of the room and up the stairs to his room. She entered quickly, making quick work out of the lock on the bathroom door next, her heart beating furiously as she could barely see through the thick misty fog that filled the room. Furiously, she tore out of her clothes, panting in her need to be with him, to have him, to know him. To know his promise that he made with his body each time he slammed into her, bringing both of them the love they so sorely needed.
He said nothing as she opened the solid glass door, slamming it shut behind her, the water splashing off of him onto her, soaking her as she was already soaked, ready for him. Neither spoke as they reached for each other, panting, gasping as tongues rasped together, as he shoved fingers inside her, groaning to find her wet. He rubbed her wetness onto her clit, stroking her faster and faster, until she was close to coming to him. She moaned, banging her hips against his and his hands. "Logan!"she cried as he picked her up by the waist and set her down on him, his maleness sliding up into her, filling her, making her whole, complete. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, grasping his buttocks as he slammed her back against the sturdy wall. The door shuddered with each thrust of their hips, growls, groans, and grunts coming from both of them as they fucked. Most wouldn't use that word to describe loving, but the animals in them both called out, demanding the most fierce mating they could control. Yet they both were out of synche with that word. Control never entered either minds as theye eae each other, slick, wet male hardness sliding inside her, his head nudging against her G-spot, the smooth shaft rubbing her clit on the outside. She cried out suddenly as she came, her clit sending waves of pleasure shooting inside, clenching her muscles around him. Logan squirmed, his rough hands sliding down to grasp her and turn her around, until she was bent over from the waist, bracing her hands against the stall wall. He was behind her, sliding into her with renewed vigor. Water, forgotten, sprayed over their writhing bodies as she cried out, his head nudging firmly against her G-spot in this new position, it was far more intense than anything she'd ever experienced before. It was different from the surprisingly fulfilling rubbing of her clit, it was a feeling she couldn't describe, but knew that ecstasy was somewhat close. It was intense, too intense to handle, making her cry out loudly, and slam back against him, her tight buttocks butting against his hips as he slammed repeatedly, unmercifully into her tight womanhood. "Let go,"he commanded, grunting with each thrust into her, feeling her clench him tighter and tighter. "Now, Jubilee, NOW!" Jubilee cried out, her voice steadily rising to a scream as her body seemed to shatter, great pulsing waves clenching every inner muscle she possessed around him and making her clit throb almost painfully as she came. She came from every pore, her screams filling the shower shall, muffled slightly as he gripped her hips hard, poring himself into her as he joined her, his deep, hoarse cry joining hers as they both experienced the most gripping orgasm and joining of their entire existences.