Hey

by Alestar

"A woman
sleeps next to me on the earth."
~ Galway Kinnell, 'Night In the Forest'

Monet was total fun, really. like, Ange would say some smartass thing and Jubilee would laugh, and then she'd look over at Monet, who wasn't laughing, and it would be even funnier. Jubilee liked it, the stiff slope of her mouth.

And when Monet thought something was funny, she had a small half-smile, so that it looked like a secret, and Jubilee liked that, too. And Monet always grimaced when she came, always clenched her jaw and rolled her stomach--never threw her head back and shouted a laugh because she was alive and hot and pressed against this beautiful woman, like Jubilee sometimes did. and Jubilee liked that _plenty_.

Jubilee just generally liked the way that Monet was, all around.

And to be fair, if Jubilee had pulled Monet outside and said the L-word to her softly, very concious of the other woman's hand in hers-- and Monet had, like, started grinning like an idiot or bouncing around or some shit, Jubilee would've been freaked. But she could've, like.

done _something_. Besides say,

"Is that what you needed to tell me?"

Jubilee blinked. "uh, yeah."

Monet turned to go back inside and Jubilee caught her arm. "dude," she said, laughing a little.

"Yes?"

"Well." Jubilee shook her head. "You want. I don't know. You want some head or something?"

Monet cocked her head. "Giving or recieving?"

"Recieving."

"Not right now." She glanced at her watch. "I can give, if you want."

"uh. Don't bother."

Monet nodded and went to go inside, and this time Jubilee didn't touch her. When she got to the patio door, Jubilee said, "Hey."

Monet stopped and turned, Jubilee said nothing, then she shifted her feet restlessly. She said,

"Aren't you even gonna say something cryptic?"

Monet arched a brow. "In regards to what?"

Jubilee shook her head again. "do you just, like-- not believe me?"

Monet sighed. "I have a paper to write, Jubilee."

"oh, what, you have time to eat me out but you don't have time to respond at all to me telling you I'm in love with you."

"The one is vastly less obsolete than the other."

Jubilee's hand dropped to her side. "--_what_?"

Monet looked back at the patio door, then looked back. She said, "that was the something cryptic. I'm going inside to finish my paper now, unless there's something else you need."

Jubilee said, "I don't need anything."

* * *

Jubilee went down to the Danger Grotto and tried to do some training excercises, but ended up just kicking stuff around and hurting her arm a little bit. She went to bed exhausted, pulled off her jeans, collapsed into bed, and it was barely eleven o'clock.

She woke later to knocking. She stumbled to the door and opened it. Monet was dressed in sleep-clothes, calm.

Jubilee scowled and said, "what do you want."

Monet put one milky brown hand on the doorframe. "You offered me oral sex."

Jubilee blinked.

"yeah. then we had a fight."

When Monet said nothing, Jubilee's frown grew tighter. "or, right. Yeah. _I_ had a fight. Touche."

"Are you retracting your offer?"

"Yeah, sorry. Guess I'm tired. Fuck off."

Monet nodded. Her hand fell away from the frame and her white satin pajamas swished as she pulled away. Jubilee's hurt arm shot out and caught her sleeve.

"no, hey," she said. "Hey."

Monet looked back at her and her face was smooth, it was open in the vague light from the window and still expressionless. Jubilee said softly, "I want to. C'mere."

She tugged and Monet came, followed, into her room, to the bed. She tugged again and they both sat. Jubilee drew back and put her hands on the slippery sheen of Monet's shirt. She pulled on one side and it slipped down, exposing a dark shoulder. She looked up.

Monet held her hands up-- arms bent at the elbows, at the wrists, palms up, like a sacrament. Jubilee pulled the shirt up and off, there was nothing beneath it but Monet. her hand slipped around the back of Jubilee's neck, and Jubilee dipped forward, her mouth open against Monet's chest. She palmed the small of Monet's back and leaned in until they were laying flat--her legs spread slightly, Monet's legs spread farther, Jubilee between them. Her mouth worked up to her throat, to her ear-- Monet sighed, twice, in quick succession-- and then pulled back, her face suspended above Monet's.

She said, "We kissin' tonight?"

Monet reached up beneath Jubilee's t-shirt and pinched a nipple, hard. Jubilee gasped and collapsed onto her-- Monet rolled her stomach, pressed the hot and damp against Jubilee's bared stomach.

"Don't be melodramatic, Jubilee."

Jubilee kissed her. Monet never got breathless-- ever-- but her mouth opened wide around Jubilee's mouth, and her tongue followed like a disciple every movement of Jubilee's tongue. She didn't make noise, but her hands pushed up into Jubilee's tangled black hair, squeezing, pulling directionlessly. Jubilee made plenty of noise.

"fuck, baby. You've got this. jesus." and then, "Hey."

When they'd both worked their clothes off, and Jubilee was mouthing the tendon on the inside of Monet's thigh-- like she loved to do, and Monet had told her the name of that tendon when she'd asked one time but Jubilee forgot it immediately because she'd been distracted-- she lifted her head and said, "Hey." and anybody would've known what she was really saying, from the softness of it. "hey."

Monet reached down and wound her fingers through Jubilee's, on her stomach. She said, "Hey."

Jubilee pushed into her slickly and Monet's free hand found her hair again; the night lasted hours, Monet grimaced and released long deep breaths, Jubilee threw back her head and shook-- and there was always mad, mad joy.

* * *

In the still, dark morning time, Jubilee lifted her head sleepily from the damp and drying crook of Monet's neck and said, "hey."

Monet's eyes opened without effort. She never did anything sleepily, and Jubilee thought it would be really cool to see her hungover. just, like, totally nauseous and crabby. Jubilee grinned.

Monet said, "Yes?"

"I don't. What do you do when something's really, really funny?"

Her mouth slanted slightly, in a very small half-smile.

"I listen to you laugh."

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