Disclaimer: All characters belong to marvel. I have not and I am not making any money from this story, it is purely an expression of my distraction from this world and it's reality. Please do not sue as I am a friend of Mr.Creed's and he likes to hurt things. Within this story are same sex pairings and questionable words. Do not read on if 'same sex' or 'questionable' are a problem. Synopsis: Wolverine tells Jubilee that he wants to be with a woman not a girl. Psylocke steps in to introduce Jubilee to the difference. A WOMAN'S TOUCH by Sandra D. "Where's Jubilee?" Wolverine followed his husky voice into the dining room. "Well? Any a ya seen her or couldn't ya look up from yer dinner to notice?" A frustrated growl hissed from between his clenched teeth. The diners, most in mid chew, turned toward the snarling disturbance. "Spat d'amour mon homme?" Gambit said around a mouth full of potatoes. "Can it Gumbo." Logan shot. "All right sugah," Rogue put down her fork, "she did come through here lookin' hurt is all. Said she wasn't hungry an' huffed on out." "Thanks." Logan turned to bolt but Betsy/Psylocke stood and stepped between him and the door. "Why don't you come with me Logan." She put her hand gently on his shoulder. "Outta my way babe." Wolverine shrugged her off and pushed into the hall, Psylocke right behind him. "Wait Logan, just tell me what happened." He stopped and turned but did not look at her. "Damn it Bets, I said somethin' ta her." One hand rubbing the back of his thick hairy neck. "Oh?" "Yeah, I told her she was too young fer me. I know we've been 'involved' but I want a woman not a little girl!" He sat heavy in a small chair, it creaked against the assault. "That's understandable Logan, and it was good of you to be honest with yourself and her. I can also see why she stormed off." Psylocke moved slowly closer to him unsure of the extent of his emotional state not wanting to be the brunt of an adamantium outburst. "I gotta go now Bets," he said standing. "Catch her before she hurts herself or somethin' else." Psylocke saw the flash of motorcycle keys in his hand. "Logan, let me go, I think this situation may need a 'womans' touch." Psylocke pulled the keys from Logans hand with her telekinesis and smiled. "Hey, gimme those back!" Logan's words fell on the floor where Betsy had been standing. He heard the bike start up and rev off. "Shit!" He said picking up the chair he had already violated and punished it further by smashing it against the wall. ********** Jubilee pulled the collar of her coat tight around her neck. "You didn't think about it gettin' cold when you stomped out did ya?" She said to the air, her teeth were beginning to chatter. She had been walking fast down the main road away from the Mansion not knowing or caring about where she was going, only wanting to be away. "Little girl my ass." She muttered, brushing away a tear. She hated it when she just ditched without thinking but he had really hurt her feelings this time. Damn Wolverine and his honesty. Bright flashes of color leapt from her hand, spattering the pavement with miniature fireworks. "One day I'll be that woman and then he'll be sorry." She reached deep into the pocket of her coat, cold fingers finding the familiar rectangle of gum. Her hand still in her pocket whe unwrapped it, left the paper there and pressed it's pinkness onto her tongue. It was soft, the cold had not gotten to it. She chewed nervously trying to control her chattering teeth. She heard a motorcycle coming up the road behind her. "Oh great, Logan's runnin' after his 'little girl'." She blew a large bubble. "He probably smelled the Bubblicious." The bubble popped loudly. Jubilee shot up a firework admitting defeat. The sun had finshed it's decent, she was cold and she wanted to go home. Psylocke saw the flare in the shadows and slowed the bike. She didn't need her lost telepathy to know that Jubilee was thinking she was Wolverine come to fetch her. Jubilee heard the bike downshift and brake, she turned around squinting. The bike stopped back a ways from her, the rider not dismounting. In the half dark Jubilee could not make out the riders outline. "Wolvie?" Jubilee's voice was small against the new night. "No Jubilee it's me, Betsy." "Terrific!" Jubilee turned and started walking away to nowhere faster. The bike clicked into first gear and crept up next to her. "Need a lift?" Betsy smiled. "What?! Wolvie coudn't do it himself?" Jubilee's words stuttering through gum and cold. "And he let you borrow his 'cycle?" Disbelief cut through her anger. "Took it." "You gotta death wish Bets?" "Come on Jubilee, get on and let's go for a little spin." "No way!" "And why not?" "'Cause Logan's gonna kill you when you get back to the Mansion and I don't wanna be there to see that, no thanks!" "Get on the bike Jubilee." Psylocke lifted Jubilee with telekinetic force and placed her on the seat behind her. "Now put your arms around me and hold on tight." Jubilee locked her arms around Betsy's waist and pressed her cheek against the strong back. "Hang on." Psylockes voice blew back to Jubilee. The bikes front tire lifted slightly with the acceleration as they sped away from the Mansion. Jubilee was secretly grateful for the rescue. She had left in a huff as usual, and had no idea where she was going, as usual. Now at least she wouldn't have to explain anything when she got back, well, she would have to explain that Wolvie killed Betsy for taking his motorcycle. Psylockes dark purple hair twisted around Jubilee head, the smell of it sweet like fresh bee pollen. She wasn't cold anymore, she was warm against Psylockes body. She bit down on the gum, feeling her jaw muscles press against the woman's back and tried hard not to cry. Psylocke felt the moon watching her as she decided what to do. The sound of the bike, the cover of dark and Jubilees diminutive body clinging tightly made her wish she still had her telepathic ability. She wanted to reach into Jubilee's mind right now to see what her thoughts were, how she felt and how she would respond to her consoling. I will have to settle for words later she thought and just rode. As they reached the main road Psylocke noticed the gas gage. "Fumes." She whispered. "What?" Jubilee yelled. "Gotta get back sweetie, we're going to run out of petrol!" Psylocke yelled back. "What?" Jubilee yelled again. "Gas, out of bloody gas!" "Oh." Psylocke spun the bike and headed back toward the Mansion. She wondered how she would handle this. Logan *was* going to kill her for hijacking his bike. Maybe she could sneak in, would a telekinetic bubble keep in her scent? What was she going to do with Jubilee? Psylocke watched the Mansion loom in front of her and headed toward the open garage. She could see Wolverine standing there watching them, claws gleaming in the garage light. "Here we go." Psylocke whispered, parking the bike. "Time to pay the piper." They both dismounted, swinging their legs over the large bike in unison. "Now ain't that a pretty picture, too bad I gotta go and ruin it." Logan said rubbing claws together. "At least ya brought it back in one piece, and that's more 'n I can say fer you Bets." He stepped in front of them snarling. Psylocke tossed the keys at Logan as Jubilee sent bright fireworks to erupt around his head. "Save it Wolfdude." Jubilee snorted. "We don't have time to play with you right now Logan, we are off to have a little chat, woman to woman." Psylocke said putting her arm around Jubilee's shoulders, winking. Betsy's statement gave Jubilee a burst of validation, she glared out at Wolverine from under Psylocke's arm. "That's what I'm afraid of darlin'." Wolverine grunted, his claws retracted audibly. "You ladies have a nice night then, an remember, I ain't finished w' ya yet Bets." He said darkly and walked away. "Join me for tea and a chat up love?" Psylocke looked down at Jubilee who was suddenly shivering. Jubilee felt better about Betsy now, maybe she would take her seriously even if Wolverine didn't she thought popping her gum. "Yeah, okay I guess." Jubilee did want to talk and get warm. She was shivering but didn't really feel that cold. It must have been the motorcycle ride, yeah, that was it she told herself. ********* Psylockes room was cozy in a British sort of way. Lots of pillows and a small overstuffed couch, her bed piled high with satin covered eiderdowns. A small table draped in a floral print cloth held an electic tea kettle. A lavender teapot, tea cups, a sugar bowl and two tiny spoons sat keeping the kettle company. Betsy filled the kettle with water from a plastic jug and plugged it in. She went to a small refridge and brought back cream. "Have a seat, please." Betsy motioned to the small couch. Jubilee sat on the edge of it unwillng to yield to the softness by sitting back and played with her coat pocket. "I need to toss out my gum." Jubilee stood and looked for a waste can, she found one near the bed and spit the pink wad into it without thinking. "Gee, I'm sorry Psylocke, that was sorta gross." Jubilee said not really understanding why it seemed out of place here in Betsy's room and sank back into the couch allowing it now to take her in. "That is alright, ridding oneself of gum can be a messy business." The tea kettle whistled. Jubilee watched Psylocke move to make tea. Her long graceful hands reaching into an exotically printed tea tin, beautiful Asian women smiling out from it's shiny sides. Jubilee thought about Psylocke, she was quite beautiful and very exotic. Dark purple hair, almond lavender eyes. Betsy pinched the dry tea between experienced fingers measuring it into the ceramic teapot. Hot water poured over the dry leaves releasing fragrant jasmine laced steam, Jubilee smiled. "There, that will need to sit for just a few minutes, music?" Psylocke looked at Jubilee. "Sure, whatever you want Bets." Betsy pressed 'play' on her stereo, she already had a Lorena McKennit CD loaded. "Are you hungry at all Jubilee?" "No, not at all, just the tea really, thanks." Jubilee shifted nervously on the couch. Betsy poured the tea. "Sugar?" "Yeah." "Cream?" "Um, I don't know, is it good that way? Never tried it." Jubilee said sitting up. "That would be a 'yes' then." Betsy brought the tea on a tray. "The couch is a bit small, mind if I get cozy?" Psylocke said sitting down close to Jubilee, their thighs touching. "Make yourself at home Bets, I'm okay with it." She said with a shy smile. "Good, well, here's to trying new things!" Psylocke raised her cup and reached over to lightly touch Jubilee's before they drank. "So, the Wolverine got honest on you this evening aye?" Betsy wanted to get at the point quickly. "Yeah, the rat bastard." Jubilee poured the tea down her throat like she was trying to put out a fire. "So what did he say that made you huff out like that?" Psylocke watched Jubilee over the edge of her teacup. Jubilee's chin started to quiver, "Bets, he told me that he wanted to be with a woman. A real grown up woman, not a little girl, not...with...me..." Tears squeezed out from behind her tight eyelids. "Dear Jubilee." Betsy put down her tea and reached for Jubilee. She pulled her close, rocking her gently, head against her chest, smoothing her short dark hair with a tender hand. Jubilee sank into Psylocke's safe arms and cried. "There, there sweetie. You just go on and cry, I will hold you until you are done." Jubilee's sobs shook them both, Psylocke rocked her there, waiting for the young woman's breathing to settle down. "Betsy, I'm sorry, look at your shirt it's all wet and I'm a teary mess!" Jubilee pulled back, trying to regain some composure she asked, "I think I need some more tea." "No need to be sorry love." Betsy wiped at Jubilee's eyes, taking the tears away from her. "Now let me have your cup." Betsy poured tea for them both as Jubilee took off her coat and found a box of tissues. "I'm glad to see you getting more comfortable." Betsy said putting the warm cup into Jubilee's hands. She put the cup to her lips and drank the sweet tea slowly this time. "Thanks Betsy. Hey, ya know I was pretty surprised to see you on Wolvie's bike. I didn't know you cared...like...about me." She said brightly setting down her teacup. "Jubilee, I care about you more than you know." Psylocke leaned foward to brush a stray dark hair from Jubilee's forehead, her thumb tracing a deliberate line down the young woman's cheek. Jubilee blinked at the touch but did not move. "I have cared about you from a distance for some time my dear Jubilee." Betsy's breathy whisper swirled into her ear, she felt suddenly dizzy. Psylocke leaned in closer looking into Jubilee's wide eyes and kissed her softly on the lips. Jubilee's voice squeaked out strained and thin, "um...did you really just kiss me?" "Yes." Psylocke answered and kissed her lightly a second time. "That felt good." Jubilee whispered almost to herself. "It can get a lot better sweets." Psylocke said dimming the lights with her teke. "I've never been with a woman before, I don't know what to do." Jubilee said crumpling into Psylockes arms, yielding nervously. "You want to know about women Jubilee? Let me show you, I'll be gentle and I promise you won't be sorry." Psylocke said lifting Jubilee's chin with an affectionate hand, kissing her deeply. Jubilee closed her eyes and let Psylocke's lips take hers, slow tongue sliding softly between tentative teeth deliciously invading her mouth, caressing. Betsy's hands pushed back the soft cotton of Jubilee's shirt, moving warm over her belly and up to sweet small breasts. "Hhhmmmm...." Jubilee's tiny moan escaped with her breath. "Dear Jubilee, my hands against your skin so smooth, your body is heavenly and divine." Jubilee felt the hazy mirage of Psylockes words whirl around her, lifting her ever farther away from reason and sanity. She could hear her own thoughts echoing far below her, a pit deep and secret only now audible, only now after having been strummed by the womans caress. Jubilee's body went limp as Psylocke lifted her onto the bed. Soft experienced hands slid between Jubilee's skin and her clothing, removing them deftly. Psylockes clothes removed themseves, drifting off of her and onto the floor, telekinetic wishes manifesting as fact. Jubilee closed her eyes and tensed, the bed dipped with her heart as Psylocke's weight pressed onto it, she felt the womans breath warm on her neck. Jubilee could smell perfume, woody and clean, how different from the musky rough man smells of Logan. Warm soft mouth against her collar bone now, the feel of a womans body against hers, sensual, sleek. Lips kissing eyelids, little licks along eyelashes. From far below a hand sliding up to her chest brushing a flushed breast, nipple hardening with the new sensation, a womans smooth and delicate touch. "You are so beautiful Jubilee, so soft, so womanly." Jubilee tensed further as Psylocke's breath carried the words to her and felt lips moving down her arm stopping to lick at the pale thin skin inside of her elbow. Jubilee's breath shot shallow with desire as Betsy's lips moved to the inside of her wrist, mouth holding her hand down sliding into her palm. The young womans hips rose as Psylockes tongue slipped between her fingers, Jubilee's mind raced. She imagined that tongue not between her fingers but between her legs, each movement against her hand radiating to her sex, her want of it almost unbearable. Psylockes tongue moved away suddenly from the small spread fingers. "Betsy..." Jubilee's faint voice seemed to come from far away. Psylocke answered her with a slow heavy kiss and a question. "Do you like it Jubilee?" "Yyyes Betsy, I do..." Her words snared by an inhale as Betsy's hand slid down her thigh, her lips following, trailing tiny distant kisses to Jubilee's ankle, her foot, her toes, body twitching, breath catching, her sensorium in overload. No man had ever touched her this way or aroused her so intensly, affected her so strongly, she was enraptured. Psylocke could do anything, say anything and Jubilee would gladly aquiese. Psylockes kisses began to ascend, lips lingering at the soft bend in an ivory knee, strong feminine hands pressing, spreading wet thighs wide. Gasps sprang from Jubilee's throat, her breaths coming quick, anticipating, eyes shut tight against the inevitable shock of a woman breath warm between her legs. Soft smooth cheeks against her inner thighs, strong hands wrapped under her hips pulling her against the fire of an experienced unmanly tongue. "Psssylocke...I can't believe it...your mouth on me, sssooo sssooft..." Jubilee's trembling murmur fading into the moans of an impending climax, Betsy's tongue flicking, pressing, circling the brilliant center of Jubilee's universe sending her up into a fine gradual spiral of deviant pleasure. "Oh Betsy, yesss...yesss!" Bright colored lights flared around the bed as Jubilee's orgasm peaked and she was overtaken by the new thing, rapture. Psylocke rose to hold Jubilee's small shaking body close, touching her face gently. "Betsy, that was amazing, I have never, ever felt like that." Jubilee's eyes opened slowly, looking up at the woman, lover. She lifted her face to kiss the lips that had just brought her to such a magic place, to taste her self on them, delicious. Jubilee's hands hungry to touch this beauty slid up the strong back and around to her breasts, so much larger than her own. The curve of her waist, swell of her hips, yes, this was a real woman, she knew some of what Logan had meant now as she lusted for it as well. "Lay back for me Betsy." Jubilee shifted her weight onto one elbow, pressing Psylocke down with her free hand. "You don't have to Jube..." "Oh, I want to Bets, I want to." Jubilee rose up gently nudging Betsy down onto her back. She looked at Betsy's gorgeous face for a moment before her fingers could wait no longer. She began to touch every inch of the honey colored skin, let her hands explore this glorious expanse of exquisite woman. Ivory neophyte hands roamed Psylockes body, sliding over rich full breasts, rising over hips, reaching down to strong thighs and calves. She let her mouth join her hand, licked wet lips grazing dark nipples, kissing gently, Betsy gasping. Julibee's curious hand slipping between smooth thighs to expose the womans core, glistening for her eyes, a private jewel. Tentative fingers lightly touching there, opening the mystery for her lips to caress, for her tongue to search out it's heart. Jubilee felt it against the tip of her tongue, hard and smooth, broad strokes of her tongue pulling moans from Betsy's throat. The intimate smell of her, heady and delicate, the taste of her subtle as the untranslatable nuances of a Japanese poem. "Jubilee, you are wonderfullll...." Psylocke's body tensed, fists clutching air, breathing held for fear of slipping off the steep climb to her climax. Jubilee pressed her mouth full onto the shuddering axis of Betsy's pleasure and sucked hard. "Yesyesyesss...." Then Psylockes mouth opened to release only breath, a mute dreamers throat unable to utter a sound in her ecstasy. Jubilee slowed and lifted her mouth from her lovers body, licking her lips and smiling with accomplished delight. Betsy reached down to pull Jubilee onto her and held her close. "Are you certain this was your first time sweet one?" "Yes Betsy, I'm sure." Jubilee said kissing her hard. "I just hope it won't be my last." "Not if I have anything to say about it." Psylocke returned the kiss softly. "You have everything to say about it Bets, because I want to be with you." Jubilee's voice wavering with emotion thinking about Logan and his meaning of 'woman', she wondered if 'man' would ever work for her again. The wavering voice softer now, "I think I would like more tea Betsy." "Certainly my dear." Psylockes naked form rose from the bed silhouetted against the full moon through the window, Jubilee watched the elegant body move in the silver light, listening to the sound of pouring tea. "Did you like it with cream Jubilee?" "Yes." Psylocke returned to the bead, Jubilee took her tea and watched her lovers cup press against the lips that brought her to this new affection. Drinking she tastes her tea mixing with the delicate taste of her lover still lingering on her tongue, the taste of tea and woman, ambrosial. Betsy put her cup down and took Jubilee's from her to join it's mate on the tray. She cradled the young womans face between tea warmed palms. "Jubilee, remind me to thank Logan tomorrow for this diamond he cannot see." "Only if you remind me to thank him for not killing you, about the bike and all." "God, I forgot, he is not one to go back on a promise, I may end up ribbons yet!" "Don't worry Bets, I'll save ya!" Jubilee fell onto her lover kissing her hard. Honey and ivory legs entwined, hungry lips moving over needy flesh. The moon listening to their soft passionate lovemaking as her light passed with the night to finally embrace the two womens sleeping bodies. Betsy woke first, "Jubilee, wake up sweet." "Um, what...Psylocke! I forgot where I was for a second." Jubilee ran her hand through sleep mussed short dark hair, blinking. "Let's shower together okay Bets?" "Yes, Jubilee, let's." ****** They could hear the breakfast conversation before stepping into the dinning room. "Ah, ya found her chere." Gambit winked at Psylocke. "Yes, I just could not let her get away!" Psylocke winked back. "How is it that you are still living and breathing Elizabeth, I was under the distinct impression that your death was impending. Absconding with Wolverine's motorcycle is warrent for death is it not?" Blue furry hands waved expressively as Hank spoke. "Yeah Bets, are ya ready ta rumble?" Logan's voice grated in the doorway behind her. "Give it up Wolverine." Jubilee grinned and reached up to whisper in his ear. "I know what you meant about wanting to be with a woman, because I do too." She stepped back and slipped an arm around Psylockes waist. Wolverine looked deep into Psylockes lavender eyes, "Damn! Bets." A smile and a wink let her know that she would not die by his hand today. "Logan, can we borrow your bike, us ladies would like to go for a morning ride." The room was suddenly quiet, everyone bracing for the locking of horns. Logan tossed her the keys, "Have fun darlin's." "Thanks Wolvie." Jubilee said over her shoulder as the two women left to ride. The End.