title: Fireworks

author: coolcrispclear

characters: mainly Jubilee

rating: NC-17 I guess. Whatever that means.

summary: things young girls do in bed alone at night

disclaimer: unforunately, I have to agree to be exploited by abusive employers in order to be clothed and fed. Marvel owns these characters and only they can rightfully make money from them.

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She had to be careful this time.

The last time she did this sparks actually flew spontaneously around her and woke up everyone in the room. She'd had to make up a story about having a nightmare.

Jubilee sighed. She closed her eyes and settled under the warmth of the covers.

She imagined walking along the corridor to class, rushing to catch the bell that rang two minutes ago. Then she saw him. He was walking to towards her. Eyes intent. Fiery. Moving like a big cat closer to her. When he was right in front of her he suddenly grabbed her and kissed her, hard mouth on small, soft lips.

She licked her lips, bit them. Put a finger in her mouth and sucked.

Then he pulled her into an empty room, slamming the door behind them. In a frenzy, he pulled her coat off, then her shirt, and his eyes gleamed at the sight of her bare, small breasts. He took one and cupped it in his hand and slowly, slowly, drew his thumb around her nipple, all the while looking into her eyes.

Fingers found their way up their cotton shirt and drew circles around her nipple, bringing it slowly awake, making her tingle.

He put his mouth on her breast, breathing hot air onto it, then suddenly flicking his tongue at the nipple standing stiffly at attention. He sucked, gently at first, then more furiously, biting into soft flesh at random intervals.

Fingers pinched her, sending waves of deliciously painful fire all across her body and settling between her legs. A hand reached up and cradled the other breast, a thumb flicking the taut nipple. She felt a little dizzy from all the heat swirling around her.

He pulled her jeans and panties down, and knelt in front of her. He nuzzled the curly bush and breathed deeply, then he parted her legs with strong hands and brought his mouth between them. His rough palms caressed her inner thighs while his soft, wet tongue lapped gently at her. He took his time licking her, soaking her and soaking his face. He thrust his tongue inside, found the small, elusive pearl and teased it.

She whimpered, but very softly lest the others hear. A wet finger trailed down her belly, crawled under her pajamas and burrowed into the soft crevice, rubbing against her clit. Warm currents ran through her belly, to the tip of her nipples, up the back of her neck into her brain. The finger slowly slipped down and dipped into the wet heat.

He continued to lick, and suck, then smoothly slid a finger up inside her. Exploring.

She moaned.

Two fingers now, working up a rhythm in perfect time with his tongue.

She was bucking. Riding the slick, slippery fingers thrusting in and out of her. Her breathing started to hitch. Tiny electric sparks made her skin prickle as they danced all over her.

He quickened his pace, increased the pressure.

The sparks, more of them now, getting under her skin and to her guts, began to overwhelm her, and then, they came. Fireworks more beautiful and brighter than any she had ever seen or made, filling the darkness in her head with blinding flashes of brilliant color exploding one after the other. The shower of fire and light fell on her and left her burning and glowing from her own heat.

Elsewhere in the mansion, in another bed, a telepath came in her sleep, dreaming of the fourth of July.