The Jubilant Experience


          Jubilee lay on her bed, MTV blaring on the tv set
in front of her.  She wasn't really paying any attention, it
was more of a distraction really.  She was still feeling
somewhat  out of it after her run in with the Spirit
drinker.  One minute she was down in the Morlock tunnels
with Gambit, and the next thing she new, she was with the
Professor and Lady Deathstrike, coming down the tunnel just
in time to hear Wolverine say, "What about the kid?"

     Jubilee sat up in her bed and hurled the tv remote
across the room.  It hit the wall with loud "crack" and fell
to pieces on the floor.  `Hah...,' she thought disgustedly,
`I get myself all bent outta shape over him, worrying and
all, and HE calls me a kid.'  She got up to turn of the tv,
and a bright flurry of sparks flew from her fingertips as
she touched it, promptly frying it.  "Dammit!  Oh well, it's
about time to get somethin' to eat anyways."  She pulled on
a pair of denim cutoffs and a blue tank top and headed out
the door.  She stopped off in the kitchen long enough to
grab herself a Coke and a slice of leftover pizza, then she
went down to the rec room.

     Scott and Gambit were over in the corner playing pool,
but they both stopped when she walked through the doorway.

     "Dere you are Petite," Gambit said, grinning, "been
wonderin' when you decide to wake up.  Feelin' better then,
non?"

            "Sure, like, no problemo.  Never felt better."

            "P'tite, you be as good a liar as Scott here be
a t'ief."  Gambit grinned and glanced at Scott, who was
looking the pool table contemplating his next shot.  "I'll
take that as a compliment, Gambit," Scott said.   Seeing
that she was pointedly ignoring them, both men just shook
their heads and went back to their game.  Jubilee sat down
on the sofa and turned on the tv, clicking through the
channels.  She settled for watching "Terminator" and popped
open her soda.

     She was just finishing off her slice of pizza when a
gruff voice at her ear said, "Did ya save any for me?"
Wolverine stood there, dressed in jeans and  his ever
present plaid shirt and white tank top.  "Plenty left in the
fridge, Wolverine," she mumbled through a mouthful of cheese
and pepperoni, "bring me back another slice too, will ya?"
"Sure thing, kid."  "And DON'T CALL ME KID!"  "Whatever you
say, kid."

     "Ooooh...one of these days..." Jubilee fumed.  "Easy
Jubilee," Scott warned from across the room, "we don't need
to replace another television set."

     "Whatever you say, oh glorious leader," she retorted.

     "Somebody didn't take a long enough nap,:" Scott
teased.  He turned to Gambit,


"Jean, Rogue, and Storm should be back from the movies by
now, you coming?"

            Gambit thought of Rogue and grinned.  "You don'
need to twist my arm, mon ami.  I'm wit' you."  The two of
them put away their cuesticks and left a still muttering
Jubilee on the sofa.

     "They all think I'm nothin' but a helpless kid," she
muttered, "I can hold my own just as well as the rest of
`em.  I mean, like, I saved Gambit, right?"

     "And got yerself knocked for a loop in the process."
Wolverine was standing behind her with the box of pizza, a
beer, and another can of Coke.  "Where'd Scott and Gumbo run
off to?"

     "To go play with the other grownups," Jubilee grumbled
sarcastically.  Wolverine looked a little confused.  "Like,
they went to find Jean and Rogue!"  He sat down on the sofa
next to her and opened the box of pizza, offering it to her.
She grabbed a slice and bit into it.  "So what's with the
nasty attitude, kid?" Wolverine asked.  Jubilee glared at
him and threw her plate down.

     "I am so tired of everybody around here callin' me
`kid'.  I'm not, ya know.  It's always `Jubilee stay here',
`Jubilee don't get into any trouble', `Jubilee it's too
dangerous'."  She was yelling now, pacing back and forth in
front of the sofa.  Rounding on Wolverine, she stood with
her hands on her hips, balled into small fists.  "Isn't that
what bein' an X-man is all about?  Accepting the fact that
it's dangerous out there and facing it anyway?  What, I
don't count because I'm younger'n everybody else?"  Her
voice was shaking now, and her eyes shone with unshed tears
that she faught to keep at bay.  "I'm...not...a
kid...anymore."  Her voice ended in a ragged whisper as the
battle to keep from crying was lost.

     "Now sit down, Jubilee," Wolverine said, rather gently,
"I'm gonna tell you a few things an' yer gonna listen, got
it?"  She nodded and sat down next to him, wiping at her
tears.  "Yeah, you count, more than you know."  Jubilee
looked up at him as he continued, "And yeah, bein' an X-man
is about all that, but it's also about protectin' each other
when we can.  That's all everyone's tryin' ta do, protect
ya.  Ya haven't been here  that long, and some of us...well,
some of us just don't wanna see ya get killed any time soon,
understand?"

     "I-I'm sorry, Wolverine," Jubilee stammered, her sobs
quieting.  She leaned her head against his shoulder.  "I'm
just so over feelin' like I'm in the way all the time."

     He put his arm around her and gave her shoulders a
squeeze.  "Naw, yer not in the way.  Now let's finish this
pizza before it gets any older, okay?"  She nodded and
smiled a little bit.   They spent the rest of the evening
watching "Terminator" and "T-2: Judgement Day".  When the
movies were over, Wolverine looked down at Jubilee, only to
find her asleep.  "Alright kiddo, let's get ya to bed."  He
eased his arm out from behind her and scooped her up,
carrying her down the hall.  When he got to her room, he
turned the doorknob, only to find it locked.  "Damn. And
knowin' Jubilee, she forgot her key.  Well Logan, looks like
it's the couch fer you tonight."  He turned around and
headed for his room, hoping that he wouldn't run into
anyone.  It would be hard to explain him carrying a sleeping
Jubilee back to his bedroom at 1:30 in the morning.

     Wolverine got to his room and opened the door.  He had
managed to avoid running into anyone, thank God.  He set her
down in the middle of his bed and sat down on the edge
beside her, removing her shoes.  Setting her shoes on the
floor, he looked down at her gently sleeping form.  She lay
there, curled up, her knees drawn in towards her chest.  He
watched her lay there, her chest rising and falling with
each peaceful breath.  Her chest...her ch...her breasts...He
hadn't noticed until now, but Jubilee was very much not a
kid anymore..  True, she would never be as busty as Jean or
Storm, but he guessed that each breast was more than a small
handful.  "Or a mouthful,"  he thought.  "Get ahold a'
yerself, it's Jubilee yer talkin' about," Wolverine went to
stand up, ashamed that he was thinking this way about the
girl he cared for so much.  "In a sort of fatherly way," he
amended to himself.  His movement on the bed caused Jubilee
to stir, and her eyelids fluttered open.

     "W-what time is it?" she asked sleepily.  Wolverine
looked at the digital alarm clock at his bedside.  "It's a
little after two."  "In the morning?!  I gotta get back to
my...hey, what am I doin' here in your room?"

     "Relax, Jubilee," he grinned, "I tried ta take ya back
to yer room, but the door was locked.  An' I figured that
more than likely, you'd fergotten yer key."  Jubilee rolled
her eyes towards the ceiling.  "Well...." she said
sheepishly.  "That's what I thought.  You can sleep here fer
the rest of the night, I'll sleep on the couch."  He
gestured to a rather beat up looking piece of furniture.  It
had many slashes through the material, which told Jubilee
that he had taken out his temper on it on more than one
occaision.

     "That miserable excuse for furniture hardly looks
comfortable," Jubilee observed, "tell ya what, I'll share
the bed with you."  She noticed Wolverine's obvious
hesitation.  "Oh come on, Wolverine, like, I don't bite or
anything."  For a split second, she actually thought she saw
him blush, but then figured that it must have been her
imagination.

     Wolverine looked at the dilapidated couch, then at
Jubilee sitting on the bed.  "Well, the couch ain't `zactly
comfy, and seein' as how it's only for a few hours, I
suppose it's okay.  I'll be right back."  He got up and went
over to his dresser, rummaging through it for a minute.  He
pulled out a black t-shirt and tossed it to Jubilee.  "Here,
you'll be more comfortable in this."  Wolverine walked into
the bathroom and closed the door behind him.  She sat up and
pulled off her tank top and her shorts, setting them on the
table next to the bed.  After putting on the t-shirt, she
slipped under the covers, just in time to see Wolverine
emerge from the bathroom.  He had taken off his jeans and
shirt, and was now wearing a pair of grey cutoff sweatpants.
He sat down on the bed, and then he laid down, feeling
pretty awkward about it.  "It's Jubilee, for godsake," he
thought, "and after what you were thinkin' about her?  It's
gonna be a loooooong night."  "G'night Wolverine," Jubilee
said, already half asleep again.  "'Nite kid,"  "Wolverine?"
"Yeah, what is it?"  "Don't call me kid, okay?"  Wolverine
smiled, "Whatever you say, kid."  He looked over at her, and
she was already back asleep.  He put his hands behind his
head and stared up at the ceiling through the darkness,
trying to put the images of Jubilee out of his mind.  It
wasn't working, the pictures just kept drifting through his
mind.  Jubilee pinned beneath him, naked and sweaty.
Jubilee's soft, pouty lips wrapped around his thick, hard
cock.  As he lay there next to her, he felt himself begin to
harden.  He couldn't help it, and he couldn't stop it.  He
imagined himself ripping her clothing off of her with his
claws, and the thought almost unnerved him.  "Gotta get a
grip on myself," he muttered to himself.  Just then, Jubilee
turned in her sleep, throwing one slender, bare leg across
Wolverine and snuggling close.  He could feel her soft skin
against his, and oh GOD...the t-shirt had ridden up while
she slept, and he could feel the cotton material of her
panties against his thigh.  He lay very still for a moment.
What could he do?  If he moved, he might wake her, and if he
stayed where he was, he wasn't sure he could control
himself.

     Jubilee began to toss a little in the bed, moaning
something unintelligible every now and then.  "Must be
havin' a nightmare," Wolverine thought.  He lifted himself
up onto one elbow and gently shook Jubilee's shoulder.
"Jubilee?  Hey kid, c'mon, wake up."  Her leg tightened a
little over him, and in her sleep, she pulled herself even
closer to him.  She was still mumbling, but then he heard
one word that made his heart stop.  "Logan..."  She was
dreamin' about him!  He looked down at her face, and saw her
lips were parted ever so slightly.  He couldn't help
himself, he leaned down and kissed her softly.  "Just once,"
he told himself, "then I will get outta this bed before I do
somethin' I'll hate myself for in the mornin'."  When his
lips touched hers, he heard her moan softly, and her arms
went around his neck.  He deepened his kiss, his tongue
snaking through her parted lips and mingling with hers.  The
sudden shock of what he had done washed over him like ice
water, and he pulled back.  Jubilee was awake.

     "Don't stop, Wolverine," Jubilee whispered, "that felt
so nice...Like my dream...almost."  She brought her hand up
to his face and caressed him.  "Tell me about yer dream,"
Wolverine prodded.  Anything to get his mind off of her!
"It was so real...but we weren't just kissing...we
were...um...like..."  "What were we doin', Jubilee?"  "Well,
y'know,  more than kissing."  She turned her head away, and
Wolverine guessed that she must be blushing.  He couldn't
help but chuckle.  Jubilee brought her hand down to the back
of his neck, her fingers twining themselves in his hair.
"Kiss me again Wolverine, please?"  The look on her face,
wide-eyed and innocent, he couldn't resist.  He kissed her
again, rolling her back onto the bed.  "You sure you want
this, Jubilee?"  He couldn't believe he was actually going
to do this, but she seemed to want to just as much as he
did.  She nodded, and that was all the encouragement he
needed.  He rolled himself on top of her, supporting his
weight with his arms so he wouldn't crush her.  Jubilee
wrapped her legs around his, pulling him closer towards her.
She felt the bulge of his hard cock pressed between her legs
and she moaned, pushing her hips up against his.  He kissed
her neck, biting gently, and trailing his tongue down to her
shoulder.  "This shirt has gotta go!"  Jubilee smiled
nervously, and started a little when she heard the sound of
one of Wolverine's claws being bared.  He slipped the claw
up under the shirt, and he watched it sliding beneath the
material, between her breasts.  With one swift movement, he
sliced the front of it open, and the material fell to either
side of her body.  He sat up some, and with the claw
retracted, began to explore her young body.  He ran his hand
down between her breasts, to her stomach, and then back up
again.  Jubilee's eyes were closed, and her mouth was open
slightly.  He traced the outline of her left breast with his
fingertips and then bent down to lightly brush his tongue
against her pink, hardening nipple.  He felt her body
shudder as he drew her nipple into his mouth, sucking and
nipping at it.  "Ohhhhhhhhhhh..."  Jubilee sighed and her
hands went to his hair, keeping him firmly at her breast.
Not that he had any intention of moving...for the moment.
She felt so good, her body molding against his, responding
to the slightest touch.  She had no idea what to expect, so
everything was a new sensation to her.  He could smell her
too, so clean and unspoiled, and he could smell her heat.
It was almost too much.  He moved back over her again,
positioning himself between her legs.

     "God, Wolvie, that feels sooooo good...uuunhhhhh...."
Jubilee moaned as he continued kneading her breasts.  She
arched her back, forcing her breasts up and out more firmly
against his hands.  He squeezed gently, and she felt a flush
of damp heat between her legs.  She opened her eyes and
looked at Wolverine.  The usual mock severity was completely
gone, only concern and desire remained.  It was a heady
combination.  She reached up to touch Wolverine's unshaven
face, the scratchiness of it tickling her fingertips.  She
traced the line of his jaw and followed an invisible path
down his neck.  His skin felt so warm!  And he smelled
so...so...wild.  It was really the only way to describe him.
She reached out and pulled him towards her and kissed his
neck, licking and biting tentatively, mimicking what he had
done to her.  `He knows what he's doin',' Jubilee thought
hazily, `guess I'd better just follow the leader'.  She
couldn't help but giggle when she heard Wolverine's gutteral
moan above her.

     "Don't stop, darlin'," Wolverine rasped hoarsely,
"whatever you do, don't stop."  He didn't want to frighten
her by rushing, but dammit, he wanted her.  He wasn't used
to having to take it so slow.

     Encouraged by his words, Jubilee tried to move lower,
but her progress was halted by Wolverine's weight on top of
her.    Wolverine smiled down at Jubilee as he realized what
she was attempting to do.  `So the kid wants ta do a lil'
explorin' of her own,' he thought, `who'm I to say no to
her?'  He slipped one arm under her and rolled her over on
top of him.  Jubilee laughed and sat up, her legs straddling
Wolverine's hips.

     From her new vantage point, Jubilee got a better view
of Wolverine.  The man was built!  He was alot hairier than
she expected, but damn, what a bod!  Thick, knotty shoulders
that led down to heavily muscled arms.  His chest was so
broad that she probably could have sat on it and still have
a little bit of room on either side of her.  The thought of
her sitting, cross-legged, on Wolverine's chest struck
Jubilee as extremely funny, and she burst out laughing.

     "What's so funny, kid?" Wolverine asked.  `Fine time
for her to get the giggles,' he thought to himself.

     "Nuthin', nuthin' at all," Jubilee looked away,
blushing.

     Wolverine reached up and grasped one hardened, pink
nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinched
slightly.  "C'mon, give!"

     "Ow ow ow OW!!...okay...geesh...all ya had to do was
ask!"  Jubilee told him what she had been thinking, and
Wolverine smiled.  `The kid has no idea,' he thought.

     "C'mere Jubilee," Wolverine said, beckoning to her.
She leaned down towards him.  "Not that way, darlin', I mean
scoot forward."  "But that'll put my...um...your face...and
um...well..um..."  Wolverine laughed, "That's the gen'ral
idea, now scoot!"  Jubilee hesitated a second too long, so
he reached out and grabbed her by the hips, lifting her up
and depositing her firmly on his face.

     "Wolverine!!!!," Jubilee shrieked, "what are
you...oooooh..."  Her protests ended as Wolverine's mouth
went to work on her pussy.  His tongue traced the line of
her slit, barely touching her, and it sent shivers through
Jubilee's body.  He brought his hand up, gently massaging
her pussy, noting how soft her pubic hair was, what there
was of it anyway.  He inhaled her scent, drinking in her
youth, her innocence.  Slowly, he eased apart her outer
labia, and his tongue darted in, caressing her tiny,
throbbing clit.

     "Unnnnnnnnnnnnnggg," Jubilee arched back, her hands
flat on the bed for support.  What in the world was he
doing?  `Who cares,' she thought, `it feels totally
amazin'.'  After that, she didn't think anymore, she just
sat there, rocking her hips, as Wolverine's tongue lapped at
her pussy, licking her clit and plunging inside her.
Suddenly, a strange sensation started to build within
Jubilee's body.  A warm tingling started in her breasts and
spread downward, flooding her pussy with heat and moisture.

     "Wha---no...wait...Wolverine..."  She tried to get up,
but Wolverine held her in place, increasing the tempo.
Jubilee's movements became more frantic, rocking and
grinding against Wolverine's mouth.
"Ooooooh...ohmigod...mmmmmmm...," Jubilee moaned.  The
feelings inside her were building, and Wolverine showed no
signs of letting up.   "Mmmmm....so good...so
goooooooooo...WOLVERINNNNNNNNNE!!"  Jubilee's body tensed
and then spasmed, as her first orgasm wracked her body.
When she had quieted, Wolverine lifted her up and moved out
from under her.

     "You okay, darlin'?"  Wolverine asked.  He looked at
Jubilee sitting there on the bed, shaking.

     "S-s-sure...great...happens all the time."

     Wolverine broke out laughing.  "Now why don't I believe
ya?"

     "Not a clue, Wolvie," Jubilee managed, "is that what
all the fuss has been about?  No wonder Gambit and Rogue are
always sneakin' off...lucky stiffs."  She leaned over and
kissed him, tasting her own wetness.  Jubilee was still
kissing him when an idea struck her, and she climbed back on
top of Wolverine and slid down so that her face was level
with his stomach.

     "There's alot more where that came from, Jubil---what
are you doin'?"

            "I want to see it, Wolverine.  Please?"  She
kissed his stomach, licking and nibbling her way down to the
waistband of his shorts.  When he didn't say no, Jubilee
grabbed the shorts at the leg and pulled them down, tossing
them to the side.  Wolverine wasn't wearing any underwear.
`Gawd,' Jubilee thought, gawking at the hard, thick member
that lay before her, `It's like, huge!'  She peered at it
closely, studying it almost.  It was the first time she had
ever seen a man's cock, and she was going to make sure she
didn't forget a thing.

     Wolverine was about nine-and-a-half inches long from
root to tip, and about as big around as a silver dollar.  A
thick forrest of dark, wiry hair surrounded the base of his
cock.  Jubilee moved lower, and her senses were assailed by
a dark, musky scent that enflamed her even more.

     Glancing up at Wolverine, she saw him laying there,
eyes shut and fists clenched, agonizing over the level of
restraint he had to exercise.  Jubilee smiled to herself and
buried her nose in the thatch of pubic hair, smelling his
masculine scent.  Tentatively, she reached out her hand and
closed it around Wolverine's thick shaft.  It was rock hard
and hot to the touch, and she could feel his pulse throbbing
below the skin's surface.  Just then, Wolverine's well
muscled hand closed over her own, moving gently up and down
his cock.  "Like that, darlin'," he whispered, half moaning,
"That's how ya jerk a guy off."  He let go, but she
continued the rhythmic up-and-down movement with her hand.
A tiny clear droplet of pre-cum began oozing out of the tip
of his cock, and Jubilee went to lick it off.  "You don't
need ta do that, y'know."  "I know."  Her tongue darted out
and licked up the droplet.  "Not bad," Jubilee said, "not
somethin' I'd have for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, but
it's not bad.  Kinda salty."  She licked him again, this
time swirling her tongue around the head.   Wolverine moaned
again, his hips moving ever so slightly.  Jubilee's mouth
slid lower, over the head, down the shaft.  She had taken
about five or six inches before his cock hit the back of her
throat.  Having taken as much as she was able, Jubilee
tightened her lips around Wolverine's cock and began sliding
upwards, then back down again.

     "Uuuuuuuungggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..." Wolverine groaned,
and he began thrusting gently, pushing his cock in and out
of Jubilee's mouth.  He brought his hands down and tangled
them in Jubilee's hair.  "God
Jubilee....yesssssssssssss...."  Her mouth felt so hot
around his cock, and the way her tongue slid up his shaft
everytime she moved was driving him insane.  He could feel
the cum boiling in his balls, and he was *not* going to cum
in Jubilee's mouth.  He pryed her mouth off of his cock and
replaced it with her hand.

     "Somethin' wrong, Wolverine?"

     "Naw, somethin' right," he sighed, "I'm just gettin'
too close and I din't wanna cum in your mouth."

     "But Wolverine, " Jubilee crooned, "I *want* you to."
She leaned down and slurped one of his balls into her mouth
to emphasize her point.  He grabbed ahold of her hair as she
began sucking again, this time taking a little bit more than
before.  He held her head firmly in place and started
thrusting harder, feeling his cock-head hitting the back of
her throat.  He was going to cum real soon, he knew that, so
he sped up the tempo, fucking Jubilee's mouth.

     "Aaaaaaaaah...I'm gonna cum, darlin', " Wolverine
panted, "I'm gonna...
mmmmm...cum...right...nowwwwwwwwwwwwUNNNNNNNNNNNGH"  A thick
stream of cum hit the back of Jubilee's throat, almost
choking her, but she swallowed it.  Again and again cum
spilled into her mouth, a little bit dribbling down her
chin.  When she felt Wolverine's spasms subside, she
released his cock and sat up, wiping her chin.

     Wolverine lay still on the bed for a moment, his body
drenched with sweat.  When his breathing slowed to normal,
he propped himself up on one elbow and took a sidelong look
at Jubilee.  She was sitting Indian-style next to him,
waiting for him to say something.  He reached out and lazily
rubbed her clit with the pad of his thumb, watching as her
eyes closed and her head fell back.  "Now that we've warmed
up, darlin'," he grinned, "Let's play the real game."
Jubilee's eyes flew open wide, "You mean there's more?"
Wolverine laughed and slid his index finger halfway inside
her pussy.  "Mmmmm...so wet..."  He gently pushed her back
down on the bed and slid over between her legs, still
keeping one finger inside her, sliding in and out slowly.
He watched her body writhe and twist on the bed and he moved
closer, pressing the tip of his cock against the entrance to
her pussy.

     "This is gonna hurt a lil' bit, darlin'," he said
softly, still rubbing her clit with his thumb, "an' there's
nothin' I can do about that `cept try ta make it hurt as
lil' as possible."

     "Mmmmmmmm..."  Jubilee was beyond words.

     Holding onto Jubilee's hips, Wolverine pushed forward
slightly, feeling his cock-head slide into her.  He was glad
she was so wet, it would make it easier for her.  He pressed
on, slowly sheathing his cock in her wetness.  When he felt
her barrier, he stopped and looked at her.  Jubilee was
breathing hard, moaning and sighing under Wolverine's
expertise.  He teased her clit til she was bucking and
grinding against him, then he pulled back a bit and then
thrust himself forward through the barrier, not stopping til
he was completely engulfed by her tight, quivering pussy.
Jubilee cried out from the flash of pain that went through
her, but refused to make him stop.  In spite of the pain, it
felt good...too good to stop.

     Wolverine held still, motionless until Jubilee began to
move against him.  Then he began thrusting in and out with
slow, rhythmic strokes that nearly made him see double.
She was so tight!  And the way her pussy clamped down on his
cock was almost overwhelming.  Jubilee lay beneath him, her
eyes closed, gently biting on her lower lip.  Her mouth was
open slightly, and moaned and squealed softly as she writhed
and twisted under him, trying to move her hips to force his
cock deeper into her.

   "Mmmmmmmm... God Wolverine, that feels
sooooo...goooooood....uuuuuuuunnnnghhmmmm..."  Her breath
was coming in panting gasps now, and her head began to
slowly roll from side to side as another orgasm began to
build within her.  "Oooooooh...mmmmm...more.  Please
Wolverine...more...I...want....mmmmm..."  Wolverine sped up
his strokes, thrusting deeper and harder her, his own
breathing becoming ragged as he felt his *own* orgasm
approaching.  Jubilee wrapped her legs around him, bucking
and squealing as she came, her pussy gripping his cock like
a vise.  "Wolverinnnnne...mmmmmmm...I'm.....oooh..."
"Hold....on...darlin'...," Wolverine panted, "You feel so
good...so tight...I'm gonna....
nnnnngh...gonna...cum.....nowwwrrrrrrrrrgh..."  She could
feel his cock pulse inside her as it filled her with his hot
cum.  When it had subsided, Wolverine rolled over onto his
back, taking Jubilee with him, his softening cock still
buried inside her.
     Just then there was a knock at the door.  "Logan...are
you awake?"  It was Storm.
            "This better be good, Stormy," Wolverine
growled, "wakin' me up at," he looked over at the alarm
clock, "five in the morning."  Jubilee rolled off of him and
dove under the covers.
     "Have you seen Jubilee?" Storm asked, "Her alarm clock
is blaring and I can't get into her room to turn it off.
Rogue is ready to break down the door."
     "Then let `er break it down.  She's prob'ly dead
asleep...*like I would like ta be*."  He heard no more from
the hallway, and he turned to a giggling Jubilee, still
hiding under the covers.  "C'mon out Jubilee..."
     "Like, *that* was a close one," she collapsed on the
bed, laughing.  She grew silent, "So what do we do now,
Wolverine?"
     "We get some sleep, now lay down."  He pulled the
covers back, and Jubilee lay down with her back pressed up
against his chest.  "'Nite Wolverine," she mumbled, drifting
off to sleep.
     "G'night Jubilee."
            "Hey Wolverine?"
            "What is it?"
            "You didn't call me kid."
     "That's `cause you ain't a kid anymore."

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THE END?