SUMMARY: Wolverine/Jubilee. Adult material, sexual content.  Wolverine and an adult Jubilee have consummated their relationship
(see "Painting the Wolverine Red" at  http://www.europa.com/~mercutio/Stories.html), but now they have to come clean to the rest of the X-Men. If they can stay awake long enough.

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True Confessions of a Firecracker
By Mercutio
(mercutio@europa.com)

Part Two


There were advantages, Jubilee decided, to being in a
relationship with a man with facial hair. Like how easy it was to
grab onto Wolvie and hold him close.

Not that he seemed to mind.

He'd snared her after she'd come out of the bathroom, as if
even that brief separation from her were too much for him. She
sympathized. After getting rid of Scott and Jean, what she wanted
most was Logan. But the call of nature didn't take messages. He'd
waited with gratifying impatience, then captured her, forcing one
of his legs between hers. She'd retaliated by clutching the tangle
of hair that ran down the sides of his face. One of his arms held
her firmly while sharp teeth left trailing bites down the line of
her chin.

No, he didn't mind.

"Where were we?" Jubilee asked in between bites. "Oh, yeah.
We were talking about beds." They'd actually being talking about
sex, but beds had a tangential relationship to that discussion.

"No, darlin', I got a better idea. We'll jump in the shower,"
Logan said, pulling his head back enough to look at her. His
features were distorted, made even rougher than usual by need.
Jubilee loved that. She kissed him, and again they lost the thread
of conversation, her hands pulling his mouth closer, and his
ensuring that her body came equally as close.

"A shower?" she asked, when she could think again.

"Got somethin' against takin' a shower?" he growled.

"Well," she said, pretending to pout. "I *was* looking
forward to having you at my mercy again. And now you're going to
make me wait just so we can get cleaned off."

"I didn't say that." Wolverine grinned wickedly at her, and
she flushed under the impact of that look, as his intent became
clear to her. No, she wasn't going to have wait at all. "I'll
even let you have the soap."

"What were you saying about kinky?" she gasped, biting her
lip. Her? Him? Naked in a small space with hot water falling
down on them? Lord, where did she sign up?

His growl got even deeper, if that were possible. "Darlin',
you ain't seen nothin' yet."

Without warning, he bent and picked up her off of her feet,
slinging her neatly across his shoulder. Her head hung down over
his back -- nice view there -- and her feet hung helplessly in
mid-air.

Jubilee inhaled sharply, then assaulted his back with her
fists. "Hey, you lummox. Lemme down! I can walk!"

He ignored her kicking and pounding. The kicking and pounding
was for effect, anyway. She knew it was working, because he was
chuckling.

And then they were in the bathroom, and he slid her off his
shoulder, letting her descend slowly down the front of his body.
She felt him against her, hard and ready. Suddenly this wasn't
funny anymore, but dead serious. In a good kind of way.

His right hand came up and paused at the throat of her
jumpsuit. Jubilee breathlessly waited for him to undo the
fastening at the collar.

But it seemed that Wolvie had other ideas. SNIKT!

"Oh, no, you don't," she said, holding up her hands and
backing away from him. "I *like* this outfit. No more slicing
things off of me. I want to keep my clothes just the way they are,
thank you very much."

"Then you better have them off quick," he said, grudgingly
sheathing his claws. His eyes measured the distance between them
and Jubilee suddenly remembered why it wasn't a good idea to
retreat from a predator. "'Cause I ain't in a mood to be patient."

"Shoulda said *that* to Cyke," she said, almost nervous.

"I don't wanna shower with *Cyke*." His exasperated tone
defused the sudden tension between them, and she laughed. He
didn't. Apparently he didn't think it was funny.

But then again, maybe it wasn't. Her breath shortened, and
she stripped her clothing off rapidly, bending to remove her boots.
She found as her head came back up, that he had already disrobed.
Her cheek grazed his penis, and he growled.

"You up to this?"

She knew then that she could back out even now, that he was
giving her the option, and felt a sense of desire mixed with love
swelling deep within her. Even now, he hesitated, and it was
because he was insecure of becoming his beast. It had to be
insecurity, because there was no way he could smell fear on her.
She wanted him as badly as she hoped he wanted her.

She glanced at the hardness of his lower body. Okay, scratch
the 'hoped'.

Jubilee ran her hands down Wolverine's stomach, stroking the
hair just above the current center of his universe, then ducked
into the shower. "What do you think?" she responded teasingly.

"Yeah." He followed her without a backward look, crowding her
in the already small area. Even if the space hadn't been small,
she suspected that Logan's presence would have filled it. He was
just so overwhelmingly *masculine*.

He turned the water on, and sharp cold droplets began falling
on them. It took a moment for the water to reach the right
temperature, a moment that Jubilee spent screeching while Wolverine
tickled her mercilessly. She didn't mind. She didn't mind
anything that had her with him. And then the water was the right
temperature and she opened her arms to it, letting it wash away the
accumulated sweat and dirt and paint.

A hand began to soap her vigorously.

"Hey! I thought I got to have the soap!" she protested.

"You were too slow. Couldn't wait anymore."

She opened her mouth to argue with him, then decided that she
had no arguments to make, as Wolvie was sliding the soap over her
breasts in a very satisfactory manner.

He rinsed them as carefully as he'd soaped them, and then
pulled her up against him, so that her back rested against the
wall. He took one breast into his mouth, suckling on it, and
Jubilee wrapped her legs firmly around his waist. Now holding her,
Logan accommodated the weight shift easily, without a pause in his
attentions.

Playfully, she took the forgotten bar of soap from his hand
and began soaping his hair. It was mashed together with paint, and
she used the extra time needed to clean it luxuriating in the feel
of his head under her hands, and the feel of his mouth on her
nipples. Because he alternated. He didn't let either one feel
left out.

"Darlin', you gotta stop doing that," Wolverine said.

"Why?" she asked, confused.

He raised his head, looking up at her, and Jubilee started to
giggle. Soap suds dripped down across his face, giving him an
absurd look. Without thinking about it, she switched the soap to
her other hand and began rinsing his face and hair clean with her
left.

"Big baby. Don't like soap in your eyes," she kidded him,
then bent her head to kiss him. He still held her up, and she
marvelled at his strength, even though she'd known he was strong.
It felt good to be held, to be part of him in this way.

"Still want to make it in the bed?"

She pretended to be surprised that he was asking. "You mean,
you want to do it here?"

He looked disappointed, apparently taking her seriously, but
he didn't let go of her.

"Now *that's* kinky," she said, grinning at him.

He growled and tightened his grasp on her. "Stick with me,
darlin'. I'll show you kinky."

"I can't wait. Especially if it includes beds."

"Beds. Beds are for--"

At this rate, she'd never find out what beds were for, she
guessed as she kissed him again. Her hands pressed the sides of
his head, pushing his head into her, teeth grating against lips,
primal instincts coming alive.

Jubilee felt the urgency coursing through Wolverine as he
shifted her body, allowing her to slip down a bit so that she would
fit more easily against him. All she could think about was the
pressure of his body and hands and self being so much like the
pressure of the water as he inserted himself into her and began
claiming her for his own.

It was just as savage and unrestrained as the first time, and
her nails bit into Wolverine's back, needing to match the elemental
pressure inside her with an equally elemental response to him.

She felt his frenzy, felt the pounding thrusts against her,
treasured the look on his face -- concentrated, determined. The
face of a man in agony, torn between heaven and hell.

And then he came, gasping against her, nearly howling in his
release, his thrusts definite and firm. "Oh, Jubilee."

"Oh indeed," she said smugly, clasping him firmly to her,
feeling the shudders still going through his body as he continued
to thrust even after it was over, riding out the aftershocks of his
orgasm.

He released her legs, and Jubilee reluctantly allowed herself
to detach from him. Reluctantly enough that she did not let go of
him.

He took her head in his hands this time and kissed her just as
fiercely as she had him. "I want you. I need you." he said
between kisses.

*I love you*, she thought, but didn't say it. It was true,
but no need to spook the Wolvster just yet.

"I'm sorry, darlin'," he said, surprising her.

"'Bout what?"

His hand traced down to her neck, then her torso to the curve
of her hip, reminding her that there was more yet to come.

Anticipation shuddered through her. "Oh, yeah, that."

"That," he said, amused.

She looked at him and herself. "Umm... not to be practical or
anything, but how about we finish the shower first before we run
out of hot water?"

"Jubes, you'll always be in hot water."

"I hope so."

He helped her wash her hair and rinse off, then pushed her out
of the shower.

"Hey! Whaddaya'd do that for?"

He muttered something that sounded suspiciously like, "If
you're in here, I'm never gonna be able to get out."

"Sounds good to me," she said cheerily, but grabbed a towel
anyway and began drying off. She looked in the mirror. She was
glowing. Happily. Beautifully. Because she was loved, and wanted
and the man who'd made her feel that way was just a few feet away,
and soon she'd have him all over again. *He's _mine_. Finally, at
last, _mine_.*

Jubilee collected her clothes, folded them into a semblance of
neatness and then laid down on the bed to wait for Logan to finish
his shower. She did not pull a blanket over her; there was no
need. Her body was heated from the shower, heavily relaxed, and
the air slid over her like the softest of blankets, invisible hands
soothing her.

She was asleep before the water stopped.


End Part Two


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