WARNING! For mature audiences, ONLY. Rated ‘NC-17’ for adult themes, coarse language, and explicit sex. Reader discretion is strongly advised. If you are underage, find the content offensive, or this stuff is illegal in your area, do NOT read any further. You have been warned. I DON’T wanna hear it! And that means YOU. Thank you.

Comments and such are always welcome. Please e-mail me at: katharsis9@hotmail.com. or katharsis@nineinchnails.net

Notes: In this story, Jubes is a few months shy of her eighteenth birthday. I really don’t wanna hear the “HEY, she’s only thirteen!” tirades. I know these guys age slowly, but come on! Didja really think they’d be kids forever?

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Now that the boring stuff is out of the way…

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denial; realization

Soundtrack: 

Disc: Lost Highway (Nothing/Interscope)

Artist: Smashing Pumpkins

Track: “eye”

“I am SO glad we got outta that freaky scene.”

Kitty and Jubilee were in the forest, approximately a half a mile away from the boathouse, where they had witnessed something quite disturbing. Jean Grey hadn’t been quite the same since Scott died. She had gone into complete, total denial, carrying on as if nothing had happened, even going so far as maintaining an elaborate telepathic illusion in which Scott walked, talked, and even interacting with live people. Everyone, not wanting to shatter Jean’s already fragile psyche went along with it. Even the Professor had no clue as to how to help her face reality. Occasionally, an image of Scott would appear and speak to anyone present. Jubilee had the right word to describe it. It was freaky.

Kitty leaned back against a tree, the shadows from its branches making stripes across her face. “Yeah…it’s freaky, all right.”

Earlier, Jean had insisted that Jubilee come to the boathouse for dinner. Kitty had crept close by, not that she’d had to bother since Jean totally ignored her. Then, when they had arrived at the boathouse, there was an image of Scott waiting for them. Kitty had watched while Jean kept the illusion going. It was just a little gathering, with the food, the fireplace, and Jean’s beaming face. And if that wasn’t enough, as soon as dinner was over, Jean excused herself along with her conjured dead husband. A few minutes later, the unmistakable sound of sex had wafted out of the bedroom, an image that Jubilee could help but perceive. That was when Kitty had decided to get her out of there. Without a word, she’d grabbed Jubilee by the arm and dragged her out of the boathouse.

Afterwards, they had returned to the Mansion, where they had watched a movie, helped Kurt bake some suspicious-looking brownies, got into a screaming argument which ended with Logan hollering loud enough for the folks of Chattanooga to hear, made up, apologized, wandered around, helped Ororo and Piotr get ready for their hot date while providing some lascivious commentary, chased Lockheed around, bumped into a dazed Warren, and finally they decided to take a walk outside. They’d ended up in the forest where they now sat side by side against a giant tree. Their close proximity to the boathouse sparked a discussion regarding the incident at the boathouse. Jubilee couldn’t help but pick up faint traces of Jean’s ongoing charade, and it bothered her.

“Exactly how long is it gonna be before she lets up?” She asked, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

“I don’t know, Jubie.” Kitty answered with a sigh. “They’ve had a strong psi-link for years. I guess Jeannie couldn’t accept it being cut off like that.”

“I can’t imagine.”

“I’ve been there.”

Jubilee looked at her sharply “What? But who…” And then she put two and two together. “It was Rachel wasn’t it?” Kitty had barely mentioned Ray, but Jubilee had seen the two of them at Scott and Jean’s wedding, and had had a brief, sneaking suspicion.

Squirming uncomfortably, Kitty answered. “Yeah. She got lost in time right after the wedding…and then…I felt her die. It was like my heart was being torn from my chest. I couldn’t accept it. I moped around, started drinking, and basically made everyone else miserable.” She ran a hand through her hair. “I loved her, Jubes. I was ready to drop the façade, stop trying to convince myself that I was really straight, and finally come out of the fucking closet. Then…she just left. For days afterwards, there were times where I was damn sure she was in the room with me, standing there, waiting for me to turn around, hold her, and kiss her. It was always just an illusion, like some lingering echo. It drove me fucking crazy. And then one day…she was just…gone. And I knew I was never gonna see her again.” Her shoulders shook as she hugged her knees, hung her head, and began to sob silently.

Jubilee reached over and gently placed an arm around Kitty. *Is that why you can’t stand to be around Jean? Does she know?*

*I’m not sure. She looks so much like Ray, I don’t know if I’m ready to go there with her.*

*Well, you’re gonna have to, sooner or later.*

Jubilee’s heart skipped a beat. “Yeah. Well…um…in that case, there’s really no point in pretending we can’t stand each other, is there?”

Kitty slowly slid a hand around the other girl’s waist. “No. I guess not.”

Their lips met.

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Soundtrack:

Disc: Passion [The Soundtrack to “The Last Temptation of Christ”] (Geffen)

Artist: Peter Gabriel

Track: “Zaar”

Most of the lights were out at the X-Mansion. Just about everyone was turning in, if they hadn’t already. Betsy was currently occupied screwing Warren’s brains out. Even a telepath needs to take a break from pulling some strings.

So when Kitty and Jubilee entered the house from a sidewall, it was, for all intents and purposes, dead quiet. They were holding hands tightly, warming to each other’s touch. All the years of tension between them had finally snapped with that one kiss under the tree. They crept up the stairs, with Kitty at the lead, and when they reached her room, they paused for another long, lingering kiss. Jubilee snaked her hands through the other girl’s short hair and felt warm, strong hands encircle her waist and tug gently at her shirt.

*You do realize we could get in BIG trouble for this.*

*I know. And I don’t care. I want to be with you, Kit.*

They broke apart just long enough to pass through the door and into the room. Once they were inside, Jubes made a beeline to the stereo. “If ya think I’m gonna fuck to the fragile, think again.” She carefully took out both discs and returned them to their sleeves.

Kitty grinned. “Then pick something. I trust ya.” She came up behind the other girl, and began to slowly run her hands up and down the smaller, curvaceous body.

It was getting a bit difficult for the pyrotechnic teen-ager to concentrate on finding a decent CD. Her body responded involuntarily to Kitty’s insistent caresses. “Do you, now? Hmmm…let’s see…no…no. DEFINITELY not…”

“What’s wrong with The Smiths?” Kitty murmured as she began to plant butterfly kisses on the other girl’s neck. 

“Everything…all right…” Jubilee gasped as two hands cupped her breasts. “We’re almost there…saaaayyyy…mmm…” Fingers were rubbing and tweaking both nipples. “Is the door locked?”

“Yes.”

“Would you please check?”

“Sure.” But not before slipping a hand up underneath Jubilee’s blouse and bra to caress a hardening nipple. “Keep this warm fer me, eh?” Then she went to make sure the door was locked and bolted.

Jubilee caught her breath as she riffled through CD’s. Finally, she picked one, put it in the stereo, and pressed Play. Immediately, the room was filled with soft, ethereal music. She turned to Kitty, who was taking her sweet time locking the door. “Come ‘ere, tiger.” And futilely smoothed her Catholic school uniform.

Kitty grinned, came over, and closed her mouth over Jubilee’s. Their tongues met and twisted and turned over each other, darting back and forth. Their bodies melded together perfectly. Kitty’s hands slid around Jubilee’s waist, feeling the slight quiver at her touch. Her hands then crept down to a soft, curvy rear trapped in scratchy fabric. She cupped both buttocks, slowly tightening her grip. Jubilee pressed closer, running her fingers through short, thick hair. She raised one leg, brushing it against Kitty’s hip. Kitty’s hand then slid from Jubilee’s buttocks, up her leg, until it stopped at the knee, where the hemline was. Her fingers began to slither under the skirt. There were two muffled thumps as Kitty kicked off her Doc Martens. She reached down, hiked up Jubilee’s skirt and then slid one hand down her panties. Jubilee quivered and groaned. She began to pump her hips to meet the caressing hand stroking and probing and her creamy center, as she got slicker and wetter. She whimpered in protest when Kitty took her hand away. Kitty drew back and began to lick at the drops of fluid covering her fingers. “Mmmm. Tasty.” She gently placed her hands on the younger girl’s waist and began to guide her towards the bed. “You just had to pick that CD, didn’t ya?” She asked huskily.

“I liked the name of it…Passion.” Jubilee murmured back as she sat on the bed, scooted backwards, and leaned back as Kitty climbed on top of her. She moaned heavily as the older girl slowly licked the length of her face, leaving a long, wet trail. She tugged impatiently at Kitty’s t-shirt and slid her hands underneath to touch a hard, washboard stomach.

Kitty accommodated by raising herself briefly to pull off her t-shirt. She had no bra on and she groaned when Jubilee reached up and caressed her firm breasts. She spread her hands over Jubie’s soft belly and slid her hands up to unbutton her blouse. She leaned forward to kiss the tender young throat and down as she reached around to unhook the bra. Her probing tongue teased and caressed the soft flesh, working her way down to the exposed, small breasts.

Jubilee’s hand reached up and cradled Kitty’s head, pushing it toward her hardening nipples. She arched her back as Kitty’s mouth closed around one mound and gently suckled. She wriggled out of her blouse, and tossed it aside. The bra followed soon after.

Kitty began to bite and twist the erect nipple with her teeth, feeling the other girl’s shuddering response. Her hands began to wander down the smaller body and her fingers hooked inside the waistband of the plaid skirt. She began to slowly run her fingers towards the back where the hook was, then ran them back to the front. Jubilee, in turn, grabbed the waistband on Kitty’s jeans, undid the button fly, and crammed her hand inside. Her fingers probed and stroked the hot, wet flesh and tugged at sticky pubic hair. With the other hand, she hiked up her skirt onto her stomach and spread her legs.

Kitty’s mouth drew from Jubilee’s breasts and slowly worked her way down as she cast aside her own jeans and underwear. He hands crept to the skirt’s hook and undid it. She tossed the skirt aside and began to ease the soaking wet panties off. Once they were both naked, she lightly pressed her hands againstsoft thighs and stroked fine pubic hairs, while she touched the erect clitoris with her thumb. She leaned forward and sniffed, reveling in the musky scent.

Jubilee began to writhe and squirm more frantically. This sweet torture was driving her wild. She moaned as Kitty’s tongue began to glide along her labia and flick and tease her clitoris. She began to thrust her hips to meet the probing tongue and clutched at Kitty’s head.

Getting the hint, Kitty began to lick and suck at the younger girl’s creamy center. She pushed her tongue into the tight, quivering hole as far as it would go, pressing her teeth against the sensitive clitoris. Her tongue then began thrust in and out slowly, building up speed.

Jubilee wrapped her legs around Kitty’s neck, grabbed her hair, and began to pump wildly. Sweat was pouring freely from her face as she strained to get more of the wet, corkscrewing tongue deeper inside of her. She felt a small trickle of fluid ease out of her, signaling the onset of a massive orgasm. She humped harder and faster as the dam in her belly overflowed, threatening to burst. And when it did, multiple orgasms wracked her body as she bolted upright, gasping and moaning. Waves of ecstasy made her tremble as she weakly cried out Kitty’s name, and cradled her head. Kitty lapped up every drop of gushing juices.

Kitty drew herself up and held the younger girl close. She gently kissed the soft cheeks, then closed her mouth over Jubilee’s. She pushed in her tongue slowly, savouring the sweet, delicate taste.

When her body finally settled down, Jubilee wrapped her arms around the older girl. She could taste herself on Kitty’s tongue She gently stroked the chiseled face before her. When their mouths finally broke apart, they gazed into each other’s eyes.

*Well, I guess I won’t be taking that teaching job at the Academy after all.*

*Well, ya certainly made sure of that.*

*The Professor’s gonna be sooo pissed.*

*Only if we get caught. An’ we ain’t gonna if I can help it.*

*And she’s sneaky, too. I like that.* Kitty sat up, only tobe tackled, grabbed and flipped onto her back. Jubie was on top, now, holding her hands above her head.

*And where do you think you’re going, Pryde?*

*Heh.* Kitty grinned wickedly.

*We’re just starting, babe…*

*Oh, yeah…* 

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