Title: Psylocke’s Pursuit III (Final Chapter)

Author: Lumamistic

Email: [email protected]

Disclaimer: Once again I have managed to produce a fanfic even though it took an eternity to type it out. This is the final volume of Psylocke’s Pursuit so enjoy it. I don’t own any of these people except Angie (who is a demented crazy loon of my own erotic imagination). Props to my quirky imaginative best friend NauticaIce (who is a big fan of Ororo) Now on with the strip show….what… no men! Oh well, theirs some tantalizing sex scenes in this for a quick fix.

Summary: Same as before but hey this is the ending.

Jubilee pulled the silk sheet down to her naked hip and slipped out of the warm bed. She couldn’t remember but the faint headache told her something wasn’t right. She peered back at the bed and found her suspicions to be correct. This was wrong. She would never go to bed with that weak ass. Angie stirred in his sleep and lazily stretch his arm out beside him. Jubilee jumped when she saw an eye pop open. "Why good morning. Sleep well?" She shuddered and stepped back some more from the bed. Then she quickly grabbed her pants and shirt to cover her nude body. "What happened?" Angie leaned over facing her and patted the pillow beside his head. Red hair draped his neck and shoulders when he stared at her blue eyes shone with lust. Light blue windows of power and desire. His smile made her feel disgusted and dirty. She could tell what obviously had happened but why. "You were wonderful, little one, a slight tight but very satisfying. Suffice to say we had a good time last night."

His calm tone irritated her. She was used and had no memory of what had happened. "I don’t remember…your lying!" Tears fell down her cheeks. Jubilee brushed them away with the back of her hand. "You raped me!"

Angie sat up reached toward the bedside table and flipped something at her. It was the thong she had gotten from the mall that Saturday for her seduction routine on Logan. Which had failed miserably. She snatched the black thong and held it in her hand. She hardly gave him a look and threw it at him. "You screwed up my head didn’t you!" She pulled her pants on and tried to button her blouse with no luck. "Sick fuck!" Her hands were shaking with guilt and fear of what had happened to her. Her body wasn’t her own anymore it was tainted by the man grinning at her. "No, I only aroused that sex demon inside of you. You’ve been dying to have Logan but what you don’t know is that he is taken. Taken by someone whose love grows stronger each day with him. You have no chance with him but …with me always."

Angie pulled his body off the bed giving her a sight of what she must have had last night. She blushed at the thought of his swelling cock pushing into her body. Even at this moment it swelled and began to jut out its own strength. She was speechless at the encounter. Angie eagerly moved in on her body. He grasped her head with his hands and thumbed her wet cheeks. His lips opening for her mouth. He kissed her and slid his hands to her shoulders peeling away the shirt. Jubilee broke the kiss and stared into his eyes. Orbs of blue with a hint of green. They were kind, giving eyes. Dainty eyelashes curled upward making him look like an angel…an angel with a lust for her. Round soulful windows waiting to thrust its gaze into her heart. Someone wanted her. It wasn’t Logan or any of the other men but a stranger that had wandered into her life. A stranger with a gift. A gift she had never received from anyone else.

Angie lifted her hair off her back and bent to kiss the little vein pulsing out of her neck. His mouth suckled the soft skin. He heard her moan in appreciation. She latched her arms around his neck pulling him to an even closer bond. "Why?" Her question rang through his mind. "Why not?" With his arms now around her waist he gently pulled her back to the bed. He sat at the edge and pulled her pants down her legs. Her moist sex glistening before him. He pulled her closer to him and spread her legs far apart. She stood with her feet planted shoulder length giving him full access to his desires. Angie’s head swirled with pleasuring ideas. He licked his lips and hit his target savoring the warm musky juices. She thrusted her hips forward aching for each touch of his warm tongue. Jubilee wrapped her fingers through his hair and gripped roughly when a sudden rush of pleasure drove her over the edge. Her throat ached from the sudden violent breaths. She slowly took deep intakes and managed to recover from her explosion. She looked down and saw him still trying to force her to embrace in his erotic lessons.

Her face turned crimson and she gently pushed him away. "No, even if we did have sex last night it doesn’t matter cuz I don’t remember. To me… it never happened." It had not been her imagination. He used that damn power of his. He made her love him. To give herself fully to him. Angie smiled and tapped his head. "I do have a slight telepathy so I’ll answer you with this simple phrase. I only wanted you to relax." She growled at him and slapped him hard across the cheek. "You need me admit it! You feel an attraction to me but you’re damn pride stops you!" Jubilee pulled her pants back on and shook her head. "Not pride but taste." Jubilee pulled her pants back on and shook her head. "You’re a sick basterd!" He stood up in front of her but kept well from any whacks that may come his way. "You have passion in you that has been denied too long. You did enjoy yourself didn’t you?" She managed to button her blouse and slammed the door behind her as she walked out. Angie smiled wickedly, "I enjoyed myself too, love."

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She was in love that was clear but for how long could she keep the self-proclaimed bachelor. He had said the words that made her heart cry. She was happy with the situation they were presently in but it wouldn’t last forever. He was eventually going to get restless and forget his little promise never to hurt her. It had happened with Warren. Of course Warren was different. Warren came back to the mansion last night. Not for her though only for his own protection. He was a playboy with a very direct animosity towards Logan. She wasn’t sure of his reasons for disliking her new lover. His anger had been growing for months but that was before she had conquered the wild beast. Betsy wasn’t about to let him ruin the relationship now. She doubted that he really cared enough.

She was awake in his arms now relishing in the peaceful moment of his slumber. He had been restless all night and tempting as it was to peek into his dreams she relented in that small violation. He was her lover now not just another brute with a good dick. She laid now in his arms thinking of how it all had happen so quickly. Never in her life had she fallen for someone this fast even with Warren. He had pursued her relentlessly till she had given in to his charms. But just what did this animal beside her do to her to make her fall head over heels in love. She thought back to a previous encounter with him. He was sitting in one of the patio’s lounge chairs nursing a beer while flicking a cigar ash onto a dying potted plant. Its dried leaves were already covered with a thick gray coating from countless hours of his unconcerned ashes.

He was watching the sun lower behind the huge evergreens in the forest, which seem quite odd to her at the time. Charles had explained to her that he was a loner with a very difficult behavior toward following orders. She didn’t understand at the time that he was a romantic at heart. It had been something that seemed illogical behavior for a man with an overwhelming need for blood and destruction. But he did have Jubilee. The child had kept him on the right path for numerous years so she had to understand the kid’s infatuation with him. Jubilee was a child then oblivious of the fact that he was man in need of a strong woman to be by his side in battle and bed. Betsy was that woman, she could handle any battle simulation the Danger Room could produce. And like Logan she held a relentless drive for sexual need.

This body of course not being her own. The real Elizabeth Braddock would never have been so forceful and eager. This new form had been built for sexual pleasure and for getting rid of ill enemies. An assassin with a desire for sexual stimulation. Here she was with a body built for erotic means but with a smart witty sophisticated personality. She was screwed in the Braddock ways of life so why not rip through the world as Psylocke, the ninja assassin. Logan at first wanted nothing to do with her that she could tell by his excessive need to be away from her. He would come up with bazaar reasons why he should work with someone else on a mission. After a time it was getting quite annoying so she asked him about it. "Its nuthing, I just can’t focus my head around ya. That costume was made to distract yer enemies not your teammates." With that last sentence she knew he wanted her. He couldn’t keep his mind on the fight with her around. Her face naturally smiled at the memory. She was distracting the ferocious Wolverine but it was only her body not herself as Betsy. Had he realized this in loving her? Did he know that their was a personality under this luscious body.

She felt his arm around her body tense and awaken with life. It grabbed her from behind roughly pulling her to his chest closer. He kissed the back of her neck lightly and made a growl in the air. "Its still early." He sniffed at her hair and caught the delicious smell of the jasmine oil she rubbed in after a hot shower. Smooth skin like Persian silk. Betsy sighed, turned to see his face and kissed his lips. She opened her mouth wide and gently pushed her tongue deep onto his own. She lavished his flavor. The sweet remaining flavor of his cigars embracing her taste buds. She broke the kiss and sent her hands down his thighs demanding more. He gave a sudden groan.

Logan kept his arms around her and pulled her body up and on top of his chest. Betsy whimpered softly as he then slid her off him. "Wait, let’s try something new." Logan got up from the sheets and tugged on her arm to follow. He was stark naked as she was but she believed his ass was far better. His strong muscular shoulders tightened as he stretched. Her gaze fell to his round firm ass and decided it was in need of a good pinch. He snarled at the quick pain and grabbed her hand. He kissed it fruitfully and took her body in his hands. He stood in front of the wall connecting to her bathroom and with his strong hands placed her before him. He picked her up again and Betsy wrapped her long legs around his waist. Her sex was pulsing hot, ready for his cock to drive into her. Logan unsheathed his claws and thrust them into the wall making sure to hit a stud. "Ready", he purred.

She quickly nodded, her face alighted with a raw need for pleasure. He felt her arms fall around his neck for support. He rammed his cock deep within her center. Pushing her up against the wall jamming hard into her. Betsy tried to thrust her hips farther to him but with the wall banging against her back it was useless. His cock pumped endlessly with the hot plump lips oozing wet juices. It made it easier for him to pull out slightly then ram into her faster. He leaned his head upon her chest and kissed her neck. His mouth searched her body for a tender nipple. He found a pink erect mound of flesh beckoning for his quivering lips. He suckled her right breast intensifying the inner most need of pure escasty. Her body vibrated under his powerful mouth. Shivering with every lap of the tongue against her hardened nipple. Logan concentrated on the breast so affectionately that Betsy began to gasp for air. Their bodies were polished in sweat making her slip a little against him. Logan, finding it difficult to contain the excruciating need of release, grew stiff then exploded with a powerful wave of pleasure. He filled her with his love. Of his lustful desire of her. He needed her as much as he needed air to live. She collapsed in his arms barely hanging on to his neck. Logan pulled his claws from the wall and held her. Cradled her as a child and nuzzled her neck for approval. "Very…good," she weakly expressed.

He carried her into the bathroom. He laid her in the cool empty tub and turned the facet on full. Warm water flooded out onto her body. "What are you doing?"

He pushed her torso to her knees and slid in behind her. Water splashed out and around them making a small tidal wave. Betsy laid back onto his chest and sighed. "Just sit." Out of now where came a bottle of perfumed liquid soap. Logan poured the thick clear gel onto his hands and scrubbed her chest. Ensuring to have a good lather he rubbed roughly on her body. Skilled fingers worked well on each curve. Her senses were numbed by the sensations of roaming hands. Logan made sure to soap her breasts taking each one in both hands and stroke thoroughly. He was confident in his skill. He pinched one to make sure she hadn’t fallen asleep. Betsy moaned in the pleasure of being pampered. It had been too long. "Relaxed now?" He was. The warm water was delicious and the feeling of her on him was in its own wondrous. She let her head slide from his chest to the edge of the tub. Logan laughed, "Too much?"

Betsy moved opposite him and stared at the brute before her. Dark brown hair with ends that tweaked up high into the air. Short body and oh what a body. Muscles firm with mounds of flesh beautifully molded to his bones. "Yes. I feel great."

"Good cuz I hafta tell ya something." An eyebrow arched and the smile faded. She kept quiet waiting for him to begin the unraveling of their relationship. "Its about Jubes. I’m gonna tell her today and I think I should do it alone." Relief. Her shoulders slumped a little but she held her head high. "That’s good. So I guess I’ll see you later in the Danger Room."

Logan nodded and climbed out. "I’ll jest get changed." Betsy, alone in the cooling water, sighed. She sat there for a moment then got out and dried her body with a nearby towel.

She went to her closet to change and decided to pay a visit to Jean.

She found her fellow teammate in the study typing on the computer. "What are you doing?" Jean looked up and smiled softly. "Just some memoirs of my younger days. I thought it would be nice to have a permanent documentation of my life as an X-man. You should try it. Releases the stress. " Betsy sat in a nearby chair and slid a leg over the other. "I might."

"Something you want to tell me?" She eyed Betsy keenly and grinned as the woman’s eyes had wandered off. "Yes, I too know the distant look of a woman in love."

Betsy face flushed. "That’s not very good manners, Jean." Jean smiled and lowered her head. "Its natural to think of him all the time. To have your mind escape back to that morning and snicker at the foolishness he made over your toes." Jean smiled gently then laughed as Betsy placed both feet on the ground firmly with her hands on each knee eyeing her suspiciously. "Um…you’re not the only one in love."

"Alright, so what do I do if he tells Jubilee and she isn’t happy? Do you think he’ll end it with me?" Jean switched the computer off and rose to face her friend. "I take it he is telling her today. Look, he knows Jubilee is older and is able to live her own life without him. I think he’ll choose to stay with you, Betsy, not only because he loves you but that he needs someone to look after him."

"Yes," she said thoughtfully, "He does need me but not to look after… but to love. I’m not sure how long this thing will last but I will stay with him and love the Logan I have come to know and adore." Jean moved back to her chair and slumped down in the seat. She placed an elbow on the arm and laid her head on a fist. "My, my what words we do share. I think I’ll go into town for a while and wait out the verdict."

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Jubilee had rushed back to her room unnoticed and scampered towards the shower. Oh God what did I do? She dashed in the warm water and washed her body of the filth that had happened. "Forget. Forget it happened. Just forget," she mumbled as she scrubbed her breasts and thighs with a soapy sponge. Her mind was her enemy now. Flashes of two bodies pressed tightly together locked in an embrace that she had regretted. It had helped that she didn’t remember last night but this morning would stick out forever. Tears streamed down her face. She pushed her head into the scalding hot water. Slowly her legs began to fail her and she sat on her knees in the tub. She cried silently as the water soon lost its warmth and turned ice cold. Pictures came into her mind of filling the tub and releasing her hurt and pain. Suicide. "Basterd." I won’t go down like this. He’ll pay dearly. The young woman turned off the water and stood in silence. She walked out wet and naked. Jubilee sat on her bed helpless and alone. A hand knocked on her door.

She quickly grabbed her robe off the back of the bathroom door and threw it on. She swung open the door to find Logan. "I’m busy right now. Can we talk later?"

What Logan saw before him then was not the young vibrant firecracker he once knew but a frozen shell of woman with a robe that was hanging too loose. Jubilee began to shut the door when a hand stopped her. "No, we talk now," he growled. He pushed her back into the room and closed the door behind him. "Get out! How dare yo…." She stopped when she saw the tension slowly building in his face. He simply pointed to his nose and rushed out. "No! It was a mistake. No!" Her yells and screams didn’t phase him. He had smelled Angie on her. She knew too well that his nose could pick up anything even underneath all the perfumes of the entire world. Why hadn’t she remembered that? Maybe unconsciously she wanted him to rip Angie into shreds. She quickly threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt then went to find Angie.

She dashed for his room but found it empty. There was yelling in the distance. She ran down the stairs and stopped to listen. Glass broke in the kitchen. When she entered she saw Logan standing just before where a window had once been. He was smiling. His face was covered with blood. "Jesus!" Jubilee ran to the shattered window and saw Angie down on the ground motionless. His right hand was gripped to a kitchen knife. She climbed over the broken glass and inspected him. "Angie?" She gently pried the knife out of his stiff hand and threw it far from them. He was quiet and still. "Angie?"

She pushed him on his back and looked for any injuries. "Thank God you’re not hurt."

"Are you fucking with me now!" His eyes fluttered opened and he smiled. "You are truly sick!" She pushed him away from her and stood up. She kicked him in the ribs then walked off to let off some steam at Logan. "What the fuck are you doing?" Logan was surprised as she was that Angie didn’t have a scar on his body. "Thought I was causing some pain but seems not." He wiped the blood off his face and stared at it on his hand.

"Must be mine." He sniffed his hand and snarled, "Damn punk, got me."

"That’s not the point! Why did you attack him? You had no right." She had her hands on her hips and swayed a little as she spoke harshly. "Thought he hurt ya. I didn’t think you would sleep with that punk so I guess …"

"Guessed wrong, huh?" Angie appeared with the knife back in his hand. "She enjoyed herself quite immensely last night and this morning." He grinned at her viscously. His eyes gleamed, blue portals of desire and lust. Erotic feelings swept through her head. He was getting to her. She was falling for the same trick once again. Jubilee shook her head to reinforce her own opinion of the weak ass. "Stop it!" Logan moved to punch him but a knife sliced the top of his hand. A quick flash of sliver metal then skin as Logan’s body went to work to recover the damage.

"It takes a lot of nerve to fight a man who can heal faster than ya can dice." Logan’s fist then hit its target. Angie fell hard on the ground and a whimper escaped his lips. "Damn it! Jubilee think back to this morning and remember last night. I was with the professor when you came to his office yesterday. He told you about me and you asked about Logan going to a party with Elizabeth. I told you to be happy for them and come with me. You came to my room, Jubilee!" Jubilee stared down at Angie then glanced at Logan.

"Whatever." And she walked out.

"I guess she don’t like ya very much right now. So sit your ass down for awhile." Logan followed Jubilee’s lead. "But she will love me eventually, Logan." He sat up right and grinned. "Finally some progress."

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"Mind telling me what’s going on?" He had followed her to the parlor. Jubilee flopped down on the high wing chair and stuck her feet on the arm. "Don’t think Charlie is gonna like you doing that." He sat down opposite her. The room was barely used. It was filled with the niceties that a man like Logan never really appreciated. That is not until he noticed how much Chuck was spending to make their home a little more fancier with novelties such as Van Goghs and little eggs that the Russians had a taste for. "I really don’t care what the professor says, if I want to sit in a nice chair like this I will do so."

She closed her eyes and pictured behind them how exactly the professor would look upset about a chair. A bald man with an attitude who is in a wheelchair. So he has some problems that are worse than mine. I could kill everyone in this house if I chose to.

But to satisfy the old man she put her feet down and sat like a lady. "Happy?"

"No, what’s the deal with you two?" He laid back into the chair and waited for his answer. "NO! First tell me what’s the deal with you and that body switchin’ bimbo your screwing upstairs." Logan bared his teeth but then remembered it was his Jubes not some idiot looking for a death wish. "Watch your mouth, kid!"

"I’m not a kid, Logan, haven’t you noticed!"

"I notice a stupid girl who has lost her mind." He got up and walked to the window. "I love Elizabeth. Jubilee you gotta understand I’ve been alone fer years. I thought losing Mariko had destroyed any hope of me loving another. Then Betsy came and she had her own ruin run with Warren. She’s been through a lot these last few years. I guess eventually we found each other. We’re so alike in many ways." He kept his back to her and lowered his head. "You’re like a kid to me and if you aren’t happy for me I’m…sorry."

A single tear fell down her cheek. "I’m happy you have someone." Her throat tightened on the last word. She wiped her wet nose with her hand and stood up. "I hope you forgive what I say next but I love you." He turned and saw her pain stricken face. "I hate her for taking you away from me but what can I do," she raised her hands above her head, "Even if I did have a chance of getting rid of her it doesn’t mean I’ll have you. You’ll just end up hating me forever and I can’t handle that. I love you too much for you to hate me." Logan stepped up behind her and pulled her body to his. He wrapped his arms around her shivering body and just held her. "I can’t see myself without her but not having ya is hard too." She pulled away from him and sighed, "I can’t take being here. I think… I just need some time." Jubilee rushed out of the room and fled to her vehicle. Logan watched her leave from the window and lowered his head in guilt. He had hurt her and had no way of repairing that. He noticed the shadows in the corner of the room darken then a curvy figure stalked out. "I’m sorry, love."

"Darlin’, she had to know." Arms came from behind and latched in front of him. "I feel as if I’m to blame." He tugged her around to face him. "Naw, an’t yer fault. I couldn’t love her that way." Betsy lowered her head and kissed him on the forehead. "What I want to know is why Angie has taken an interest in her?" Logan looked up at her with a cold stare then took her hand and headed for the kitchen.

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Tears clouded her eyes so much it was hard to see the road. She had started crying when she hit the front door. Anger. She hated how she felt because of him. How he made her feel. Her throat constricted from the screams she had released in the car. He had hurt her more than any wound she had received in battle. She drove on not realizing that she had made it to New York. "What now?" Jubilee, unsure of what to do, continued till a familiar building came into view. "Warren’s building? Guess I have no real choice." She remembered that Warren was supposed to be in the mansion but hadn’t really seen him there. She parked by the huge building. The guard noticed her by the glass revolving door. She was dressed in her faded blue jeans and the small white tee she had borrowed from Monet. To him she looked like a strung out runaway looking for a handout. He was about to wave her off when the man himself came strolling in. "Billy, I’ll handle this."

Warren had intended to stay at the mansion but business wouldn’t allow him that luxury.

He wasn’t at all frighten of what had happened the complex next to his but any thing in this world can happened. So when he noticed on the monitors the young brunette rambling outside his building he was bothered. He wanted the company. He unlocked the door and took her hand to guide her in. "Ms. Lee, a pleasure as always. I take it that you wish to have a drink." He had seen the wet cheeks and the red eyes. "I’d like that, ya." He led her to the elevator and soon they were in his penthouse. The smashed door had been replaced hours ago so with ease it swung open. "Just sit over on the couch and I’ll fix you something." Jubilee sat on black leather sofa and looked at her surroundings. He was a man of taste. Everywhere reeked of money. Her eyes wandered around the room. She gasped at the sight of a portrait above the fireplace. It was of a angel falling from the heavens. The angel was blond much like Warren as a matter of fact the being resemble him a lot. The color blue barely escaped the tear streaked slits of his eyes.

His wings were spreaded out but had lost its innocent gleam of light. She moved in closer and saw that above the angel were brilliantly golden clouds and in them was a long hair maiden with a light purple hue. "It is Betsy if that is what you were thinking." She quickly turned around and saw him standing behind her with a glass in his hand. "It was after we ended our relationship. I had fallen into a depression when she left and wanted a reminder of our time together. Its really sad don’t you think that a playboy would have fallen in love."

He handed her the glass that was filled with rum and sat on the couch. Strong emotions from a man who claimed he was bachelor for life. No, she thought, watching him thumb through today’s’ paper, he wasn’t meant to be alone. She swung back her head and swallowed the glass "Thanks for the…drink."

He watched her amazement has she set the glass down. "No problem. You can stay here if you like." She nodded and sat down next to him. "If you don’t mind me asking but why did you two break up?" He lowered the paper and met her gaze. "I wasn’t prepared to have a relationship at the time. She truly is a remarkable woman and I regret letting her go but then no body could ever keep her." Everything about him went utterly quiet then he turned and focused his eyes back on the painting. "She didn’t truly love me I see that now. The original Betsy would have but not this new version. Betsy has changed so much that I don’t know her any more but what I do know is that she does love Logan. He can give her something that I never could have. He can understand her. She has gone through so much in these little years something he knows quite well. You understand that don’t you?" Tipping her head to the side, "Yah, I think I get it. They’re made for each other. Fated to be together." He moved back to the sofa. "Come on I’ll set you up in the guest room."

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Angie had long been gone from the danger area. He was now headed to New York to catch his prize.

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"Damn, he’s been gone fer a while now." Logan had only lifted his nose. The scent was gone. Besides, he told himself, he was little tired of listening to that man whine.

"Mind tellin’ mah what in damn hell happened?" Rogue’s usual flare for words lit up Logan’s face. "Just a little brawl over the last Twinkie, darlin’." Betsy walked over to the smashed window. "I’d say it must have been a savory treat." He shrugged, "Yummy to my tummy." Scott walked in and just stood there grinning like an idiot. "Its about time you started to clean up after your rampages." He moved to the broken window and started laughing. Logan stepped up to him and smiled, "It’s funny, huh?" A fist found Scott’s jaw.

Scott fell back a few inches and came back lunging at Logan’s throat. "Logan! Calm down!" Betsy moved in between the men and held her hand in front of him. "You don’t want to fight Scott. Its Angie remember. His power is getting to us." Logan growled and turned around and mumbled a sorry. Scott nodded and walked out. "Y’all are just crazy! Everybody done gone wacko." Rogue began to pieces of glass. "Rogue have you noticed things a little odd around here?" Betsy lowered herself next her and help her with the glass. "Well, Remy’s been a little more anxious than usual and Warren left in a huff last night. I guess people are getting strange but that’s normal, sugar."

"What do mean Warren left?" Rogue looked at her questioningly and grinned. "He went to town."

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Betsy stumbled into bed near midnight to find that Logan was still awake. "Cleaning took that long?" She shed her clothes and pulled a silk gown over her head. "Not really, I was making phone calls about Jubilee and Angie. He’s missing too. Bloody hell better stay missing. I can’t believe he lied to me." She laid her head on his chest and relaxed to the steady heartbeat underneath the sturdy skin. An organ that she knew belonged to her. "Ya didn’t know him that long to have trust." He patted her hair to assure her it wasn’t her fault. "But Remy did."

They were quiet for a long while before he spoke. "You awake?"

"Yes, why?"

"Well, um….you’re a little tense right?" She raised her head and kissed his lips. "A little." She slid off him and sat next to him on the bed above the sheets. Logan smiled and pulled her body to his. He pushed her down underneath him and sniffed her pulsing body. He gently blew on her stomach lowering his mouth to her fiery core. Her body animated beneath him when he blew cool air between her legs. Betsy moaned and stifled a cry of delight. He raised his head and stared at her closed eyes. She was beautiful with her lavender hair moist with sweat and clinging to her forehead. She radiated sexual heat. He smiled and nipped at her clit.

He suckled the muscle in between his teeth and softly raked it with his tongue. She swayed her hips a little and giggled, "Stop teasing." Logan growled and pulled her down and wrapped her legs around his waist. His erection was giving him a tender pain that she could tell by his excessiveness in annoying her own need of release. He was giving her his way of anguish. His cock was hot and swelling, eager to be inside her tight thick lips. Logan quickly slid inside. Her legs tensed around him. She met his eyes. They were glazed over with bliss blaring at her through small slits. His lashes were soft and long so when he laid his face on her shoulder they tickled her delicate skin. Betsy shoved her hand onto his neck and playfully danced her fingers on the smooth skin. He rocked his body steadily savoring each thrust. Full lips kissed his ear feverishly. She was arriving at her peak. Fingers twirled around his hair. Passion found her. Her body loosened and with a pant she collapsed in his arms. Logan was still hard and finding it difficult to reach his own breaking point. Betsy gathered him tighter and clinched her lower muscles. She constricted then released. Logan moaned in appreciation.

The pattern was a gesture of understanding. She knew he had a strong stamina and with that came frustration. He couldn’t reach an orgasm as fast as he used to. She understood this and enjoyed in finding new ways of sexual stimulation for him. Logan was soon spent and fell down upon her body. Her nipples were still erected and felt abandoned by his lips. She thumbed his back lightly and patiently waited for him to get his second wind. Logan sat back up and crossed his legs. He smiled gingerly then pulled her weary body into his lap. Arms were swung around her holding her in place. She leaned back onto his chest and relaxed. Her breathing slowed down from the rapid huffs she had been doing since the little event started. Together with arms intertwined, they sat till morning sun lighten their room.

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Jubilee shoved the fluffy pillow over head. Morning light had a way of always hitting dead on in the face no matter where she was sleeping. It was something of course that did make the mornings hard for her. Plus waking up early was a pain too. Groggily she woke up to the sound of birds chirping and the smell of bacon. She rose up and then laid back on the cotton sheets. Her eyes wandered around her surroundings. At first sight one might think I was a high estate study except for the bed and dresser in the corner. The walls were a rich red with a faint pattern of spades. A luscious black velvet chair was next to a dark mahogany vanity. The vanity was filled with crystal bottles, a silver back brush and facial applicators. Her gaze turned next to the floor length oval mirror. Her reflection revealed a tired woman whose droopy eyes made her a sad sight. Unexpected tears glazed across her eyes, "Oh god," she whispered. Memories flooded through her mind. A figure darkened her opened door. "You don’t like the room?" Warren’s face filled her vision. She gaped at how remarkable he looked in the early hours. He was so utterly enchanting. Blond hair framed his stunning face making him even more angelic to her. Blue brilliant eyes captured her attention. Eyes that had seen far worse terror than she ever would. "Everything alright, you look pale." She acknowledged him with a nod, "I’m fine, just a little tired." Warren sat next to her on the bed threw her own of his dynamic smiles. "Scott called this morning looking for you. He says you ran off without letting them know. Why?"

"I didn’t leave them. I left Logan," she said darkly. "Well, then let’s see? He stole the last Twinkie in the box or he spoiled one of your many shirts?" She shot him an offended look, "He spoiled my heart."

"Oh, sorry, I didn’t think you thought of him that way. I guess Betsy sorta pissed you off, huh?" Jubilee threw him a look then began to get out of the bed. "On the level… I’m happy for them but I always thought Wolvie would be with me…forever." She sat at the vanity and fumbled through the products. "He was with you for a long time but Logan isn’t and wasn’t your lover. He does love you but as a kid…as his kid. Kitty is the same to him too." He watched her ignore him. Watched how she scanned each of Betsy’s old makeup with interest. "They belong to her don’t they?" He walked up behind her. "Yah, she left them here along with other things like my heart."

"I guess you have it bad like me." He placed his hands on her shoulders and smiled. "Guess we both have to get over someone."

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Betsy woke to an empty bed. She rubbed her hand along the cold sheets beside her. Her body was relaxed and sharp now after last night. "Darlin’ get a move on. Jubes over at Birdie’s place, my guess is that Angie’ll be there too." She quickly got out of the warm sheets and threw on a pair of loose trousers and a dark blue sweater. Logan was already dress and watched with amazement at how unashamed she was to go without a bra or underwear. She was truly his match. "Let’s go," she said with gleam in her eye.

The drive to the city was uneventful except for the occasional radio spat. Logan arrived at the complex with a knot in his stomach. Wolverine wasn’t afraid but uneasy about how this would turn out. Either way, he knew that Jubilee would be heart broken. He went over the choices in his head. ‘Either you hate me forever or you be my friend. Theirs enough chaos in my life.’ Betsy watched how he silently sat thinking about her. Curiosity nagged her in the throat. She couldn’t help but feel endangered. Jubilee had been with him for what seemed eternity. She only herself recently realized how she felt about him. The last few days were like a whirlwind to her. It had happened too fast to be a real relationship but he had said he loved her and so had she. "We come in at the front. I’m sure Warren has me still on the list." Together they moved like predators stalking the guard at his desk. He was busy reading a tacky erotic magazine and didn’t notice the pair sizing him up. "Excuse me?" The purple haired vixen gave him an impressive stare. He gave her a fast look over then went back to his naughty women. "Hookers only after nine till then go make your dough on the street." A man soon her had him by the throat. "Look man!"

"I outta rip yer neck out but today I’m giving ya a break if you let us up." His victim nodded his head and was let go. Logan gave him a grin. Even though he had gone soft with love he had a reputation to uphold. Logan unleashed his claws and slashed the private phone line to the penthouse under the desk. "Don’t say nuthing to nobody or I’ll cut ya," he muttered in his ear. The man winced and shook his head, "Won’t say a word."

Betsy was waiting for him in the elevator and frowned over the way he had treated the rat. "You can’t always be so ruthless, love."

He pushed the top floor and laid back against the steel rail along the walls. "I guess I coulda sweet talked him into letting us in but then he would call Warren. I don’t want to be expected." The top floor’s hallway was pleasing enough. Everything held a gold and lavender hue, which was alluring to the plain eye. To Betsy it held an unforgettable memory of her relationship with Warren. It was here in that she had ended it with him. He had came home that night to her packed bags by the door. She couldn’t take it anymore. The women. The booze. His clients would sometimes come home with him and drag her around like a rag doll waiting for Warren to give his permission. He didn’t know what love meant. He was clueless to her feelings or he would have known that it was all about to end. So here she was again, not breaking in and escaping from cops but walking straight through into trouble. "Well, we’re here. Guess I should knock." Betsy stood before the door trembling. She raised her hand and knocked.

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Warren watched her mope into the living room few minutes later. Their earlier moment together in the guest bedroom ended had abruptly. He had just finished saying that they should stick together when she shoved him off. She said that what she needed was peace and quiet to collect her nerves. That’s the only thing she has left. Nerves of steel. He remained motionless by the window as she sat on the sofa. She closed her eyes then opened them slowly and for the first time he sensed the pain she felt. The pain he felt when Betsy left him. "Jubilee?" She acknowledged him with a wave. He ignored her, "You can go shopping, today, if you like. I could join you." She shot him an offended look. "I’d rather not."

"Well, I can’t let…," a knock stopped him.

Jubilee heard him in the distance answer and let someone in. She didn’t care really who it was. "Jubes?"

"God, just leave me alone." She didn’t want this. She had had enough of this. She wished she had never fallen for the brute then things wouldn’t be so complicated. "Jubilee, listen to us please." Betsy sat next to her and patted her knee tenderly. "Let’s talk."

"Maybe I’ll give you a chance since but without them." The men exchanged looks then walked out onto the balcony standing well away from each other.

"Thank you, for giving me this moment." Jubilee scooted farther away on the couch. "I’ll start off by saying it isn’t hard falling in love with him. That’s the easy part but understanding him isn’t so. He’s lived through so much in his lifetime. Things that neither of us will truly get. He’s always had this impervious shell to everyone except for you and Kitty. So when I broke through…I shattered it. He loves you, Jubilee or else he wouldn’t try this hard. I admit that when you came back I envied the bond between you two. I suppose I was jealous so when your powers erupted I had to say something. I had a talk with Ororo about how immature you fireworks were and then he interrupted us and defended you. I had an infatuation with him then and soon developed a stronger feeling. He feels it too. We love each other, Jubilee." Jubilee had her head turned away from her during the speech to try to hide her tears but it was useless. "I’m sorry but I love him. His always been there for me and I guess I wanted him to be there forever." She leaned over and laid her head in Betsy lap. "You’re a gorgeous woman and you’ll find your match soon enough just remember that it took us a lifetime to find one another," she cooed, stroking the matted black mop of hair that had formed.

"Well, if I had intervened earlier I might have saved you, Sparker!" Angie appeared behind the sofa eyes blazing with power. "It seems, Elizabeth, that you have calm the storm before I had the chance." He snatched up a handful of Betsy purple locks dragging her struggling body up and off the sofa. Jubilee screamed and tugged at his hand. "Let her go!" The hand let go of the strands and he dropped her hard onto the ground. Logan saw Angie approach and started to run to help but Warren stepped in front of him. "Let them fight this, Logan, Jubilee needs to develop her powers. She needs to control them and the only way she can is by fighting something that caused her that hurt." Logan started to punch him in the face when Betsy chimed in. * Logan, stay there, he’s right! She has a lot of rage built up its better if she pounds it out on him! * Kay, but if it gets too rough. * Yes, of course. *

Betsy pulled herself up and backed away into the shadows of a corner to give Jubilee all the room. She watched nails scrape his face. Tearing the skin just below the left eye. "I told you they would always be together, didn’t I? Come with me Jubilee and develop those sparklers to become more powerful than any atomic bomb or psy attack. I did all of this, destroying my building, my public life to become powerful with you by my side. Come and be with me, the one who loves you." He grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back. He slammed her body against the wall. Jubilee had half a second to decide. His eyes were mad with rage, hate. She slid a foot out and knocked him to the ground. Next she sitting on top of him with her hand placed directly on his chest. She stared directly into his wild eyes. "Got me all wrong didn’t ya? Thought I’d lose it and make this place go boom. Well, do I got some news for you, bub, I’m an x-man," she got up off him and pulled him up eye level, "I’ve been trained not to kill you even though I would so love ripping your throat out and having a barbecue with the particulars but I’m just gonna let Bets here take of ya." On cue, Psylocke floated out of the darkness and using her psyblade sliced into his head. Angie’s eyes rolled back and he fainted.

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Five years later……….and a few missions more……..

The mansion was buzzing everywhere. People were roaming the halls like mad lunatics. "Damn thing won’t stop, fuck!" Jean had been in the kitchen with Hank figuring out how to make the singing candle cut off.

"I believe you turn the base, foul one."

"Oh, I’m the foul one? Who here on a daily basis curses?"

"Point proven."

"Is she here, yet?" Bobby had been peering through the front door since the phone call. "She owes me a fight."

"Ah’ll fight cha. I’m bored like a daffodil in a cold field. I’m doing nuthin’ but sitting around waiting." Rogue was sitting impatiently in a hall chair quietly thumbing her loose fitting jeans. He eyed her chair, "I’ll give you first whack….if you can beat me to the Danger Room!" She lifted a brow in challenge then began running down the hall. Bobby simply sat in her chair and reclined his feet on the table. "That was too easy."

Upstairs…

Betsy shimmed into her dress with difficulty and slipped her feet in her tan sandals. Jubilee was coming home from college. The whole house was excited for her and hoped that a party would make her happy. She went to her vanity and decided to pin her hair up off her neck. It had been years since she last saw her. Body pulsing with raw energy standing over her enemy. She was vision with her hair blazing around her young face. Her strength was only reinforced by his insistent need to talk. It only made her more powerful but not the way he had wanted. In the end, she didn’t use her mutant ability but allowed Betsy to take care of him. In the end, Monsieur Di’ Angelo of the Robin Corp was found in an alleyway talking gibberish stuff about ruling the world. She must have hit a bad nerve. Too bad. "Alright?" She shook her head figuratively and smiled. "Just memories, love." She rose from her stool with a protruding belly. "The baby just kicked." She ran a smooth hand down her stomach protectively and smiled. "She will be happy for us won’t she?" Logan kissed her bottom lip, "She’ll love the idea of being a godparent. Come on, I saw he pull up." He tugged on her arm. "I’m glad we decided to do this, Logan." A kiss landed on her lips. Logan leaned back a little and looked at his wife and mate. "I’m glad too." He took her hand and led her out.

The professor sat in his wheel chair on the drive talking to Ororo when everyone ventured out. A joyful yet pissed off look Jean stood next to her husband, the straight neck, Scott. Rogue kept giving evil looks over at the melting, nervous puddle of water on the opposite side of Hank. "It was a joke! Lighten up, Rogue!"

"Chere, t’ink dere be someone worse than de swamp rat?" The marvelous Gambit stood next to her worried that he had competition in testing his love’s boundaries.

"I think she’ll always hate you more, Cajun." Logan stepped up between them and with him glided Betsy. Jubilee’s new Saturn shined in the sunlight as she pulled through the driveway. Out stepped a woman whose smile melted away any fear of rejection Betsy had. "My god! Your gonna have a kid!" They embraced each other and whispered giggles. "Yep, and ya gonna be the godmother." Logan yelled between the two women.

"Geez, well I have some news too," she drew up a finger and blew on the tip. Out with a flash came sparklers glittering everyone’s surprised faces with multicolor lights. Laughter and love came that night from a mansion in the country with a forest and a lake by it’s side. A place that wasn’t as much as a mansion but a home. A home for anyone who came looking for the hope.

(Well that’s it. I kinda got disinterested in the middle so this chapter is it. Any type of review is welcome so review or give forth a story idea that you think I could do justice I welcome both!!!)