I kissed a girl

I KISSED A GIRL (rated R/NC-17)
Summary: Kitty and Jubilee have a moment…slashy…

A/N This song was stuck in my head all day and the Jubilee muse in my head was just begging for a shot at Kitty so here’s this… I don’t usually write song fics, so this might suck. Hints of Kurtty—hey, it’s me you’re dealing with—what’d you expect?

DISCLAIMER:Nothing you recognize belongs to me, including the song by Jill Sobule and Robin Eaton and the characters and products mentioned herein. I make no profit from this work of fanfiction.

“So how was the date?” Kitty had been out with Lance earlier, their first—and from the look on her face, last—date. It was just after nine o’clock, early for date night.
“Sucked. Sucked so hard that it should have been named Hoover.” Kitty threw herself down next to me, jiggling the bed and making her breasts bounce rather interestingly. I wonder what it would be like to have breasts like hers—not too large, not too small, seemingly just the right size if Kurt and Scott’s gazes meant anything.
“Too bad. What went wonky?” She had propped herself up on her elbow and sighed, her chest (gulp!) rising and falling so close to my face.
“Well…it’s stupid, really. I mean, you know about Kurt and all…” Yeah, we all knew about that. It was a classic romantic comedy—when he was available, she wasn’t and vice versa. We all knew that they would end up together eventually but the getting there was driving them both nuts. “I mean, on him hair is good. It’s really fur, isn’t it? But on him, good. On Lance, not so much.” Kitty pushed herself up and stared down at her hands, her voice getting small. “Lance really wants too much too soon. He told me he loves me and he started on about how after high school he can see us being married…” She trailed off there. “Besides, he’s not so bright. He thinks a square root is a vegetable.” I couldn’t help it—I burst out laughing. After one silent moment, Kitty did too.
“Poor Lance. When there were handing out brains he thought they said trains and said no thanks, I’ll get the next one.” Stupid insult that made no sense but it just fell out of my mouth. Huh. Kitty makes me all pink mush brain-wise sometimes. She is hot, after all. Pale skin, dark hair, pink lips—she looked like how I used to picture Snow White would look. And her body—damn. She wasn’t skinny, wasn’t fat. She wasn’t all athletic-looking like me, but she was…curvy. I don’t consider myself bi, really. Remy and I have a nice thing going—you know, friends with benefits and all. Pretty much everyone here knows about it (even Rogue. Heh. Loved the look on her face the first morning she saw Remy lay a smoking hot kiss on me before school…Am I evil? Nah. Just well-laid). But I had always been attracted to Kitty, since the first time I saw her. I didn’t and don’t love her like she does Kurt. She’s one of my best friends, though. I lusted for her. Badly. As in the “makes me all slippery in my secret places when I see her in the locker room” sort of lust. For some reason, I felt compelled to tell Kitty one of my deepest secrets. It must have been that wide-eyed look she was giving me, innocent and sweet with those lips that Scott referred to as “being made for blow jobs” (that got him a bruised rib from Kurt). “Kit, I think I have a problem.” I sat up, facing her with our knees touching. “I think I may love Remy.”
“What?!? You? Remy? Love?”
“Shhhh! Damn, chica! You’ll blow my cover!” Kitty’s voice carried and I knew Remy was somewhere in the mansion. Catnip to women though he may be, he always seemed to be without a date when I was, something that gave me hope.
“When? How?” Kitty leaned forward and I could smell her now; she was wearing a spicy scent that was a little too old for her but typical for a girl wanting to impress the Hell out of a guy.
“Well, I’m not sure when but I know I realized it when we were in bed about a month ago and he mentioned someone he’d slept with back in New Orleans. I just felt…all hot and shaky and not in a good way. I wanted to find this chick and tear her hair out then shake Remy till his eyes rolled back in his head for mentioning it to me.”
“Jubes got jealous!” Kitty’s sing song taunting almost made me want to shake her, too, for a moment.
“It wasn’t just that. I got all silly when he held the door open for me. And I actually giggled when he called me “chere” the other day!”
“Hmmm. Is this a good or bad development?” She cocked her head to one side and looked disturbingly like my mom’s cocker spaniel used to when you would hold up a chew bone.
“Neither. Both. I mean, I’m not ready to be tied down--well, not like that—and I know that if I tell Remy how I feel, it’s all or nothing with him. He’ll want the whole nine yards and right now, I just like being us.” Kitty nodded in sympathy but her heart was so firmly in Kurt’s grasp that she could not really understand what I felt, that weird despair/elation at being in love with your best friend, your fuck buddy. Someone that wasn’t supposed to have strings attached. A glint of brown under my dresser caught my eye. “I think I have something that will take our mind offa the Y chromosome for a while.” When I wiggled off the bed and onto my knees, I made sure to arch my back for her benefit but I thought it was futile. Sure, I think she’s hot (even now that she’s with Kurt), but I didn’t think she was really looking at my ass. It was more of a gesture to make me feel better. I dragged the bottle of Harvey’s Bristol Crème out from under my dresser and fished around even further back in the shadows and procured my hidden bottle of Boone’s Strawberry Hill. “Ta daa!”
“Jubes! We can’t drink that!” Kitty looked appropriately horrified when I presented the bottles to her with a flourish. “Where’d they come from?” Ah. Now she sounded interested.
“Remy. How I love that man of mine! ” I pushed myself back up onto the bed and motioned for her to choose our first drink of the evening. “C’mon! We ain’t got all night!”
“Um, I guess the strawberry stuff.” It didn’t take us long to finish the bottle. Kitty is a fun drunk. She took off her sweater after her third swig. By the time we opened the sherry, she was down to her bra and skirt. “Oh, shit! I told Kurt I’d let him know when I got back!” She had been back for two hours now and was in no state to see Kurt. Besides, I was pretty sure he’d kick my ass for getting her drunk.
I barely stopped her from staggering out the door, diverting her back to the bed. “Why don’t you just call his room from here?” Kitty nodded and mumbled something about the numbers being sticky, finally getting the number right after several tries. “Hey, Fuzzy!” Damn. She sounded slurry, like she was sleepy. “No, no—I’m fine. I’m with Jubes. She had a bad night and I’m gonna sit with her for a while. But yeah, I’m back. Kay?” Hmmm. For a drunk, Kitty was a good liar.
“He buy it?” She clank the phone down on the cradle and fell onto her back, staring at my glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling.
“Mmmm. Hey—shut the lights off. I wanna look at the pretty sky.” Silly drunk Kitty. Silly drunk half naked Kitty and a horny Jubilee. My night was looking sooooooo good.
I fairly sprinted to the switch and plunged the room into darkness. After a moment, the green glow of the plastic stars spread across the ceiling. “You like?” I was over her, standing and leaning close to her face.
“My, what big eyes you have…” She giggled at her own joke.
“All the better to see you with, my dear.” I joined her on the bed, laying close to her but not touching her. I flashed her a grin in the dim glow of the stars.
“My, what big teeth you have…” I chanced it and brushed some hair from her warm face and thrilled at her shudder.
“All the better to eat you with, my dear…” We both froze then, my double entendre blazingly obvious.
“Is it? I wouldn’t know…” Kitty seemed like she wanted to turn away from me then but instead she put her hand over mine, pressing it to her face. “Jubilee, did you know that I’ve never kissed anyone?” Wow. Floored me.
“What? How many guys have you dated?”
“Two. Including Lance. Scott doesn’t count, though, does he? I mean, it was just to make Jean jealous…” Kitty sighed and her breath tickled my palm, something I suddenly found strangely erotic. “Never been kissed. Not once. Not even a little peck on the lips.”
“Ah. Well, that’s…too bad.” My mouth was so dry I could barely swallow. I tried reaching behind me for the Harvey’s bottle but it was just out of reach.
“Here. Let me.” Kitty rolled on top of me and grabbed the bottle, pausing as her breasts brushed against mine. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be.” It was her turn to freeze, staring me in the eyes. The fake stars were fading now but I could see her large eyes in the dimness. She looked scared, but her racing pulse against my chest belied her fear. “Kitty…I could teach you how to kiss. You know, so you’ll be prepared for Kurt.”
“Huh. Yeah, for Kurt…” Kitty rolled off me and rubbed her lips, seemingly thinking it over. The world spun crazily around me when she parted her pink lips and said, “Okay. How do we start?” I had never been asked that before. She was staring at me and I knew I had my mouth open. “I mean, do you go first? Do I? Do we go together?”
“Which..which do you want?”
“I guess you go first. I’ve never done this.” She was so close to me and I just couldn’t help myself. I closed the distance between us and pressed my lips to hers, feeling her stiffen at my touch but then relax into it. Only our lips touched the first time. She pulled away after several seconds and said, “Well, that wasn’t so bad.”
“Wasn’t so bad? That’s it?”
“Well, I would, um, like to try it again…” She chewed on her lower lip worriedly. “This doesn’t make us lesbians, does it?”
“I don’t think so. I still love Remy.”
“I still…oh, Hell. I still love Kurt.” She admitted it as if it were painful.
“We’re just two friends who happen to find each other attractive and need a little affection. That’s what I think we are.”
“I’ll go with that.” The second time she was more eager and parted her lips just slightly. I took the chance and darted my tongue in to taste the soft flesh of her lower lip. This time her hand moved up to my shoulder so I followed her lead, putting mine on her waist. “That was fun.”
“Mmmm.” I was all floaty now, different from when I kissed Remy or any other guy for that matter. I had been with a girl once before, when I was in California. We just wanted to see what it was like but we were too young and really had no idea what to do, so we just poked our fingers at each other and pushed our open mouths together. This was an enty ney new animal. “Kitty, do you want to stop?”
She drew in a harsh breath and squeezed her eyes shut—she was so close that I could feel her lashes brush my cheek. “No.”
I didn’t give her a chance to reconsider, kissing her mouth like it was water and I was lost in the desert. She moaned into my mouth and I just about lost it then, pinching and rubbing her breasts like I liked mine rubbed. “Show me what you want me to do.” Kitty was not as shy as I had thought she would be. She took my left hand and slid it down to her crotch, already sopping wet through her panties. In turn, she started nipping at my neck, making me groan and arch into her kisses. “Can I kiss your breasts, Kitty?” She nodded feverishly and I had her bra off in no time flat. I was right—her breasts were the perfect size. A tiny little piece of my brain was insanely happy that I was getting to do this, what every guy at the mansion had fantasized about. I found that she loved having her nipples gently gnawed on so I did that until she practically begged me to take off her panties. “Last chance to change your mind…”
“Please!” Who am I to say no to a friend? She bucked against my hand as I found a tiny bundle of nerves just like my own that was throbbing crazily at that same moment. Seeking to relive some of my own discomfort, I slid my other hand down the front of my pants and began mimicking the rubbing Kitty’s womanhood was getting. We locked lips again and she rode my fingers harder, making me rub my self faster. Soon, she began writhing on my fingers and I knew we were both close to the edge. She went first, screaming into my mouth as her juices ran down my hand and wrist. I didn’t last much longer, but I was quieter than she was. I guess I was more used to it or something but that didn’t make this orgasm any less fantastic than if I had been screaming myself. We just laid there for a long time, occasionally kissing but not as deep as before. Eventually, she said she had to get to her own room before Rogue started wondering where she was and came knocking. I just laid there and watched her get dressed, not speaking until she was at the door.
“Hey—I’m sorry your date sucked.”
The smile she gave me was enigmatic, at best. She phased through my door only to stick her head back through and respond, “Eh. Tonight wasn’t a total bust. After all, I kissed a girl…”