| FIRST TIME 2a AUTHOR: SISTERWINE RATING: NC-17 WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT ARCHIVE: NO. (A PART OF MY "MEMORIES OF THE FUTURE" SERIES.) PAIRING: RHYTHM/JONATHON SUMMARY: A continuance in 3 parts of First Time Revised. DISCLAIMERS: THE X-MEN (LOGAN AND REMY) DO NOT, WILL NEVER, COULD NEVER BE MINE. THEY BELONG TO MARVEL AND 20TH CENTURY FOX. RHYTHM AND JONATHON ARE MINE, HOWEVER, KEEP YOUR PAWS OFF OF THEM! She stepped into his room and let him shut the door behind her. His room was mostly dark but lit by a bedside lamp that resembled an electric candle and stand on his small table. Turning around and sitting on the bed, she stared at him as he had remained standing in front of the door. A soft smile spread on her lips. Patting the space on the bed to the left of her, she waved him over to sit down. Nervously, he walked over to her and sat down a foot from her. He watched her with almost skittish detail. "What are you scared for?" She giggled. Jonathon shrugged. "You were pretty angry back there. It was only a table. Mister LeBeau was real mad too." Holding up her hand, she silenced him from continuing. "One, I hate it when people call me bitch. Two, just Remy. He hates the formalities. Also, I just came in to tell you...." She paused and stared at the floor as if figuring out a math problem. "I'm sorry for yellin at ya." "It's okay." He reassured. "Father was always telling me that I wasn't made for feelings. Just an experiment." He shrugged as if he hadn't been effected at all by her statement. Jonathon averted his eyes, trying to hide his sadness. Glancing back, he found her staring at him and could even feel her inside his soul. "Y' know, Rh- Mac, I- I was kinda glad you took me with you. But, uh- never thought you'd-" He stopped himself before he could embarrass not only himself but, her as well. He stood up and walked to the middle of the room to stand, his back to her. Rhythm watched him. "Never thought I'd.... what?" She inquired and came to stand behind him. He blushed and forced himself to answer. "You're very...... hot." He finished. Swallowing a chokingly hard gulp of air, Jonathon waited for her reaction. She smirked. "Just mah powers. They always overheat after I use 'em. Been tryin for years to fix it but--" Turning around and coming face to face with her, he corrected. "No no, that's not what I meant. I mean... I uh, like.... you." He blushed even more as he saw her smile. His body froze in place as she brought a hand up to cup his left cheek, and kiss his right. Jonathon flinched and raised a hand to the cheek she had kissed, and silently struggled with himself over what to do next. "What was that for?" "Felt like it. Never had a kiss before?" Jonathon shook his head, still holding the spot where the kiss was. Rhythm removed his hand from his cheek and took hold of the other one before placing them both behind her to rest at the small of her back. Gently wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she leaned in and kissed him again, this time on the lips. Soft, not rough like she'd expect. She had to give Sinister credit, for an experiment, Jonathon was well put together. Watching the shock and then gentle easing into the kiss, they both closed their eyes and deepend the kiss. When the kiss ended, Jonathon moved back to look at her. "C-can I kiss you, again?" His voice was shakey and nervous as his body followed suit. He found himself staring into her brilliant, dark violet eyes, eyes he could lose himself in and not care about finding a way out. "I guess so." She replied, a slight grin on her face. Pressing his lips to hers, he had tried to reconstruct her technique and gentleness only to have her become uncomfortable and push away. Immediately his eyes fell to the floor as he apologised. "You call that a kiss?" She inquired, sarcastically. Jonathon only shrugged and nodded, not even thinking about raising his eyes to her again. He had been glad no one else had been in the room to see him embarrass himself. Shifting and turning his head to face her, she corrected. "This... is a kiss." Lightly, she pressed her lips to his and gently slipped her tongue along the crease of his mouth to ask entrance. When he obliged, she ran her tongue along his and could feel his arms tighten around her, drawing her closer to him. They parted, leaving him in soft moans. Sitting back, Rhythm waited for him to catch his breath and react to how it was. Jonathon was unsure. He liked it, and wanted more but, he figured he'd better let her make the moves and do his best not to upset her. Suddenly, a thought came to his mind, and he realised where he was. "What about Logan and your father?" Raising an eyebrow, she stepped back. "You want to kiss them, too?" Catching the subtle joke, Jonathon smiled. "No, I mean, won't they kill me if they knew about this?" Rhythm shook her head and sighed. "It was only a kiss, Jon. Don't start the wedding music, yet." "Oh." He blushed. Changing the subject as she could tell he was getting uncomfortable, she decided to end the talk and turn in. "We should get some sleep. Chores in de mornin, and stuff." He nodded but, didn't look at her. Clearing his throat, he turned to watch her walk to the door and stop before opening it. His cheeks reddened with blush, again. "Night Johnny." She turned and smiled. "N-n-night, Mac." He watched her leave and as the door closed behind her, his left hand lifted to his lips and idly ran his fingertips along the smooth skin. Rhythm had pulled the door to, lightly, before turning around and nearly smacking into Logan, who stood in the middle of the corridor and waited. She smiled. "Night Logan." Kissing his cheek and passing him to go to her room, she hummed to herself happily and shut the door. "Good night, Rhythm." Smiling and shaking his head as he turned and went back downstairs to chat with Remy. ~~~~ A few days later, Rhythm had been carrying lunch out to Jonathon, who was shoveling loose hay off of the loft, and thought he needed a break. Slipping the braided wicker handle onto her left wrist, and then holding the thermos in her hand, she held onto the ladder with her right and climbed up, easily. Carrying the basket of 2 peanutbutter and strawberry jammed sandwiches and a thermos of iced tea and lemon up the ladder, she stopped at the top, and stared at him. His shirt had been off, and his jeans had been borderline snug with a pair of brown cowboy boots, Jonathon shoveled and panted, not noticing he was being watched. Dumping another forkful over the side and down to the horses, he finally turned around from feeling eyes on him, and smiled. "For me, or are you just gonna enjoy the show?" He asked. "Mm, maybe both." She teased and winked. "Lunchtime. Take a break." Stepping up onto the platform, she smiled and handed him the thermos before setting down the big, wicker basket that had been balancing itself on her wrist. "Even Logan knows when to take a break." She laughed and sat beside him on a pile of hay. Opening the lid to the basket, she reached in and removed the two, plastic wrapped sandwiches, handing one to him before placing the other in her lap. Napkins were next, and placed one on his left thigh and one on hers. The last things she removed from the basket were the tall, white dixie cups. Closing the lid, she placed the cups on top and poured the tea into each glass, stopping at half full. Setting the thermos down beside, she glanced back at him, to see him waiting for her to finish. "You can eat, you know. Don't have to wait for me." "I know. But, only fair." Jonathon smiled. His sandwich had been in his lap while he watched and waited for her. As she settled, he started to unwrap his sandwich and hold it up to examine it before biting. Two pieces of white bread, creamy peanutbutter and strawberry jam. It looked delicious. Rhythm watched and arched a brow. "It's not poison. Logan hid the arsenic." She paused a moment. "I'm kidding. Eat." She smiled and watched him take a bite of a corner before biting into her own sandwich. There had been enough jam in their sandwiches that it began to dribble out of the bottom. As he took another bite, a good sized glob dripped from the bottom of his sandwich, onto his bare chest. As he reached for his napkin, she raised an eyebrow and smiled. He hadn't expected her to gently push him back and lean over to lick up the jam from his chest. He gasped as he had been caught off guard. Sitting up, she smirked and turned to sit on his outstretched legs, straddling them. "Napkins don' really help with jam. They jus' make a mess." She winked. "Oh. Uh, thanks." He blushed. Taking another bite of their sandwiches, chewing and swallowing, they made idle conversations about the loft and hay, and a bit about Logan and Remy being in town. After another bite, she smiled again and leaned forward, getting nose to nose with him. Using the tip of her tongue, she licked jam off of the left corner of his mouth and smiled. When she sat back again, he was blinking and staring at her, quizzically. "Ya missed a spot." She had been wearing a dark blue, dress that only came down to her knees but, when she spun around, the skirt ballooned out to cover a large hula hoop. The sides of her hair haeen pulled back and clipped into a barrette while the back was left loose and long down her back. She sat on his thighs and could feel his growing nervousness. When they finished their sandwiches, she reached behind her and picked up the two glasses, handing one to him and sipping at hers. "Good lunch?" He nodded. "Yes. Thank you." She smirked. "You should get back to work. Alot to do." "Yea." He sighed and looked around before looking down and where she was sitting. "Um, just one problem. I can't do it like this." "Why not?" She asked. "Cause, you're um- sitting on my legs." He blushed. "Oh." She smiled and raised herself up to her knees. "How's this?" Jonathon stared at her dress a moment before looking up at her. "Uh..... nice, very nice." Reaching up to cautiously place his hands on her hips, he began to shift and scoot backwards. He hadn't realised that she had also, been trying to move. Squirming, they both toppled over , landing with her on top of him. "Sorry." She whispered. He blushed. His hands were still on her hips, still, as they lay there a moment. "I -uh- should get back to work." "Right, can't have you wastin the day away, now can we?" Staring into his eyes, she smiled. Just as he smiled back, she leaned forward and kissed him. Knowing full well, she caught him off guard, she giggled to herself. He moaned, approvingly. She moved her kisses to his jaw, neck, collarbone, chest and stomach, each kisses brought on either a moan or a gasp, which convinced her to keep going. Coming to a stop at his jeans, she sat up and smirked. "You like dat?" A soft pulsing in her eyes. Jonathon had been reduced to gasps and mewls but, managed a nod. He had watched her move lower and lower and was beginning to feel a tightness in his groin that became even tighter as she sat up. "I- I think -um- Ahh!" He gasped as she sat down, dangerously close to his manhood. "You think what?" She asked, an innocent grin on her lips. "I think I need some more tea. Please?" His nervous breath had prompted her to lean in and decipher his stammers. Again, he gasped at the contact. "You want me to leave?" She asked. Jonathon lit up. "No. No, it's okay." He insisted, and held her hips a little tighter. Glancing down, and then back up at him, she smirked. "Like my dress?" She asked, angelically. Jonathon had to stop and think for a moment. "Yea, uh, it's very nice." She smiled. "I knew you'd like it." Leaning in to kiss him, again, she was shocked by being off guard while he was able to roll them over so that he was on top. "Well, look at you..." She giggled. Not really expecting that move from him, she had a feeling either Logan or Remy had been giving him advice. Jonathon stared down at her, a smirk across his lips. "Were you planning to just tease me all day?" "Well, I was gonna try." She had just finished her sentence before he hushed her with a powerful kiss. Now, she was the one who was moaning. Her hands traveled up to his chest and shoulders, lightly pulling him closer to her. While his left held him up, his right hand been on her left thigh, carefully sliding her skirt up to her hip while he kissed her. Stopping when he came to her panties, he gasped as he could feel her unfastening his jeans. Slipping a finger between the material of her panties and skin, he paused. Both hands were pushing the denim off of his hips. Slipping two fingers into each back pocket, she stopped and pulled a small blue package out of his right pocket. Holding it up and staring at it, Rhythm smirked to herself. "Leave it to poppa to know me too well." "We don't have to, if you don't-" Another kiss silenced him. "Only if you don't." She whispered. He smiled, again. "So, um, you sure you want to do this?" He hadn't really been completely sure of what or how to do it. Then again, he wasn't even sure if Essex gave him that capability. He had always been attracted to her but, was afraid she hadn't been all that interested in him as anything other than a friend or someone to stumble over. His body had reacted to her in ways he hadn't thought possible. He had studied Gambit's charm, and since she was his daughter, the gene must have been passed down. But, even when she wasn't in the room, or even around him at all, he felt attracted to her. It puzzled him. Rhythm smiled and bit the package open. "Only one way to find out." She smiled up at him, innocently. Bracing both hands on either side of her, he waited as she freed his manhood and wrapped the condom around him. Feeling obligated, he shifted his weight to his knees and gently slipped her white panties down to her ankles and then off, setting them aside. He sat back as she sat up and raised her arms for him to help her out of her dress, and then laid back down. Leaning over, and letting her guide him, he began to kiss her lips and neck before moving to a hard left nipple. Her body was so close to perfect that he couldn't help but think it was all a fantasy. He continued to kiss her. Her stomach, dabbling his tongue into her small bellybutton, and smiling as she gasped and giggled. He moved lower, stopping at her soft, hairless opening. An innocent lick had made her gasp, another made her smile, and a deeper lick made her arch her back and cry out in need. He continued to tease her before being pulled up to her. "Ever done this before?" He whispered. She shook her head. "You?" "Yea, right." Jonathon smirked. Positioning himself between her legs, he assured her. "I'll go slow, okay?" Watching her nod, he placed himself at her entrance and lightly pressed inside. Her nails dug into his back as she gasped in pain. "Ow! Wait. It hurts." She hissed. She panted a few moments before nodding and letting him know he could continue. She had only gasped a few times after that as he slid slowly deeper, into her. Jonathon watched her closely, making sure he went at an intensely slow rate. Building a sensual rhythm, they stared into each other's eyes. He noticed that the more erotic and intense his movements were, the deeper violet her eyes seemed to turn. His body shook as if he were standing in a cool spot. A thin sheen of sweat had dampened his hair. His panting came in tune to hers, and his breath caught as his pace quickened. Holding him closely to her, she arched and moaned and gasped. Feeling him but, also feeling her own feelings, was like a double shot of extacy. Light cooing in his ear had made him increase the pace. Gasping again, as he tensed and eased, she stared up at him as if he had hurt himself. "Are you alright?" She whispered as he had paused for a moment. He nodded and panted. "Just had this funny feeling. Didn't think father finished me with that. Was that normal?" His expression had been that of true concern but, he didn't feel anything wrong. She giggled. "Yes, it's normal. Didn't he give ya schoolin?" "Um, no." His worry lightened. "It means you were enjoyin it. I was enjoyin it, too." With a hand on the back of his head, she guided him to her lips and kissed him, silently urging him to continue. Starting to move again, he was more prepared for what was building. He was panting again, and so was she. His heartbeat jumped and pounded in his chest at every thrust. He could feel himself tightening and tensing until he couldn't hold back anymore. Rhythm gasped and moaned as she pulled him closer. He was coming, and it had felt like nothing she had ever felt. A pulsing where they were joined, and a press of him, deeply into her, it felt like heaven. And finally, the descent into pleasant numbness. She held him as he collapsed, out of breath and spent. ~~~~~ Gathering up the basket and thermos, both empty, she started back down the ladder and let him get back to work. Two hours had passed and they both hurried to finish getting dressed and complete their chores. Rhythm hurried out of the barn and back to the house, not noticing that Remy's black truck was parked in the driveway. As she hurried up the porch steps, Logan opened the screendoor and stepped out, nearly colliding with her. "Logan!" She gasped, surprised to see them back. Logan nodded a hello and sniffed the air about her. "Where's the kid?" "In the barn. I took him some lunch." She answered, omitting the most recent details. Logan nodded and held the screendoor open for her. "Remy's in the kitchen. He wants to talk to you. But, I'd change, first." He lowered his voice so that only she heard. "Um, ok." She had tried to hide her shock and blush as she smiled and quickly ran upstairs. Sighing deeply, Logan let the door close before turning and walking out to the barn. As he neared the large doors, the smell of sweat, sex and hay was nearly overwhelming to him. Pausing and clearing his throat, he turned the corner in time to see Jonathon climb down from the loft and slip his white T-shirt back on. As they met in the doorway, Logan patted a hand on Jonathon's back and pulled him close to him. "Listen, kid, I know you like her but, when this gets back to Remy..... and it will..... remember to break it to him gently. That's his ONLY baby girl, and knowin where she found you, ain't exactly on the plusses with him. If anything should come from this, in any sense, I'm countin on you to be there for her. She hasn't exactly had good luck with guys, lately. Ya feel me?" "Y-y-yes sir." Jonathon was shaking in fear. He knew all too well Wolverine's rages and how protective he felt over Rhythm, eventhough Remy was her father. "I- she- we-.... we were just..." Logan stopped and cut him off from finishing his stutter. "I know what happened. I can smell it on both of you. My point is, she ain't the kinda girl your daddy should be usin you to experiment with. Growin up, she's calmed down in bein so skittish. And, I'm warnin you now, don't screw up. Cause, I doubt Remy'll give ya just a warnin, if ya do." Seeing that he had Jonathon's shocked attention, he patted the boy's back and nudged him towards the house, Shugs slithering behind. Nearing the house, both stopped to see Rhythm, in jeans and purple T-shirt, stomp out of the house while she and Remy tossed angry Cajun words at each other. Not bothering to say goodbye, she marched over to her truck and headed for town, alone. "What's her problem?" Jonathon asked, not realising that he had said it out loud. Remy stood in the doorway and watched the tail lights fade as she turned the corner to the main road. "Logan an' I are goin' away, t'morrow, 'stead of Friday. You two'll watch de house for few days." He spoke angrily but, his anger wasn't directed at anyone present. TBC...... |