Story: An Unconventional Relationship (chapter 1)

Authors: TheM

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Chapter 1

Title: An Unconventional Relationship

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Disclaimer: Don't own them, no harm intended. Don't think there's any being DONE either, but hey. They belong to Marvel.
A/N: Thanks to Jaz for beta. Response to xmen_femslash Jubilee month challenge.



An Unconventional Relationship

The corner of the locker room used by the female X-men had a bath. It had originally been a small one, merely there to allow those people who only had a shower in their rooms to bathe. It had grown to a hot tub when the team had expanded beyond the original five. It had grown to a large bubble bath when the mansion was destroyed and a certain Kitty Pryde, part-time hacker, had gotten her hands on the blueprints. Of course, the mansion had since been destroyed again and Sage denied knowing anything about how it had become the marble magnificence it was now.

Still, it was there. It's closeness to the Danger Room meant it was mostly used for a relaxing soak after a grueling workout of the actual X-men. The whole locker room had a very strict 'No Students Allowed' policy. While a few of the more enterprising students had tried to bend that rule, they had quickly realized that the X-ladies had learned a lot from their fighting exercises. Not to mention they were pretty much all Alpha Class mutants, and altogether too many of them were telepaths. Toned bodies or not, even the most hardheaded students had understood sneaking into the women locker room just wasn't worth it.

They'd therefore have been surprised if they'd seen 'the new girl' walking into it as if she owned the place. Of course, she'd been an X-men for longer than most of them had had their powers, and she was 'new' only in the sense that she had only recently returned. Not that they saw her. At 2 AM it was long after the curfew set for students.

There was someone in the locker room already. That someone was sitting in the bath. Jubilee had expected something like that. True, Headmistress Frost welcoming a student back while sitting naked in a bubble bath was perhaps a bit unconventional. But then, she was hardly a student, and theirs was an unconventional relationship.

"You know Jubilation, your mind is very open right now, almost broadcasting." There was a hint of amusement in Emma's voice.

"I hate telepaths." Jubilee grumbled as she unbuttoned her trademark yellow raincoat. A satisfied looking Emma came up a bit, reaching out with her left hand to take a bottle of champagne out of the cooler next to her.

"You'll be pleased to know I'm shielding you from all the other ones then." Jubilee nodded in appreciation of both the shielding and Emma's movement, which had just barely lifted Emma's nipples above the waterline. Jubilee carelessly tossed her coat aside and moved her hands to her jeans.

No, the student-teacher relationship definitely never worked well for them. Not the normal one, at any rate. They had worked on each other's nerves something awful ever since Xavier came up with the unholy plan of making the White Queen headmistress of his school. Jubilee knew Emma's history. Former X-man, meet the White Queen of the Hellfire Club. She'll be the boss of you for the next
few years. Not a healthy base for a friendship. Jubilee still wasn't certain what Xavier had been thinking that time. Of course she had a hard time figuring out why she herself had accepted the bump down to kindergarten in the first place.

It should by all means have been a disaster. Jubilee, at least, had difficulty seeing Emma as anything but an enemy in the beginning. They were both headstrong. They were both willing to go to great lengths for their ideals. They were both capable of leaving the average super villain in tears armed only with
their voices. Emma's intelligence, icy disdain and thinly-veiled insults had turned out to match up quite well against Jubilee's razor-sharp observations, enthusiasm and open hostility.

Emma didn't take her eyes off Jubilee as she poured two glasses. "A little slower dear. I haven't been able to see you in quite a while."

"Yeah, it's been too long. That's why I was going fast." Jubilee complained though she did slow down. She raised her hands from the buttons on her jeans. She swayed gently as she ran her hands up her body. Emma sunk back into the water, fully intending to enjoy the show.

She hadn't enjoyed their first confrontations nearly this much. Jubilee had been far too rebellious a student, and had proven impossible to discipline. Superheroes were very annoying that way. For instance, the time she had tried to impress upon the girl that it was VITAL that an assignment be completed and submitted on time, it was very hard to argue with "Will the world end if it isn't? Hand it to a super villain? Give the Sentinels free reign? No? Then it's not vital."

Incidents like that one ensured Emma quickly discovered that under aged yet experienced superheroes, or at least Jubilee, had a very unsettling sense of priority. One which was profoundly different from that of the other students. She'd tried to break it out of Jubilee, but that didn't quite work. Jubilee didn't break. The only good part was that Emma was prepared as the other members of Generation X started to develop similar tendencies.

"I wasn't... certain you'd come tonight," Emma said in a tone that made it an admission of guilt.

"Course I did. That was the agreement," the younger woman replied, kneeling and grabbing the sides of her shirt.

"I wasn't sure it was still valid."

"Because of Scott? Please. Just a phase you'll get over soonish. He looks handsome in that fearless leader kinda way, but even I can see the guy underneath has like, more issues than Playboy magazine." Jubilee wryly noted as she lifted her shirt over her head, exposing her chest to Emma's appreciative gaze. No bra.

Emma had become more observant of Jubilee as things happened. After Bastion, she was convinced Jubilee didn't break easily. And while Monet claimed that Generation X's archenemy couldn't hurt her, it was Jubilee that broke him. Several times. Emma liked that in a girl. With Emma accepting that there was more to Jubilee than the others realized, the two of them had even become friends of sorts. Not that it had made Jubilee any more interested in learning.

When Monet started a relationship with Everett, the boy Jubilee had been interested in, Emma had one day teased Jubilee that she could perhaps still teach her a thing or two.

Jubilee had dared her to prove it.

She had.

A friends with benefits agreement had been in place ever since, lasting through various flings on both their sides. When time and the villain of the week permitted they'd get together for drinks, talk, or more. Yes, Jubilee had, counting age merely in years alive, not been legal at the time. Emma didn't care. Telepaths had a clearer view of what people could handle. And how could she have resisted Jubilee? Such a wonderful mix of a equal parts submissiveness and irreverent rebellion, all wrapped in a lovely young naked woman that called her "mistress Frosty."

It had become a game of sorts to see how much they could get away with under the gazes of the others. Between the drunkard that was Emma's fellow headmaster and the others being actual children, that turned out to be quite a lot.

Jubilee's last clothing fell to the floor, and the girl stepped into the water. She closed the distance between them faster than Emma might have liked, but Jubilee had been right on, it having been too long.

Emma sighed in pleasure as Jubilee kissed her. It was soft, comfortable. And nice. Perhaps more than nice. Perhaps Jubilee was right on something else too.

Scott was a phase.

Tomorrow, she'd tell him that phase was over.

Maybe Jubilee would be interested in developing from friends with benefits to girlfriends. Still with benefits of course. It might be... nice. Though perhaps a bit unconventional.

But then, theirs was an unconventional relationship.

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