Title: In Which Jubilee Examines a Scene
Author: jenn
Email: jenn@igg-tx.net

Rating: G
Summary: Ficlet--less than a page. Inspired by the artwork of Nacey Lorenz. It's saccharine-cuteness. Watch your blood sugar
Author Notes: This was originally to cheer up Sare and give her some happy thoughts a LONG time ago. Anyway, thought she'd like it. Thanks to Nacey for letting me use the picture she drew, which inspired the entire weirdness of this.

There is NO deeper meaning here other than light humor and some imagery. And it's short, hence the name ficlet.

She acted like a ten year old kid with a new pony--well, her being Rogue, the pony being a person, namely Logan. She'd done in the old fashioned way, which is to say, she did it by sheer surprise, though you gotta wonder if it really was any kind of surprise, considering he can nail her scent at seventy paces no sweat, but maybe he just didn't expect her to throw herself at him like a new toy.

"Geez," Bobby told me, and I rolled my eyes. "If this is her idea of flirtation, God help us all."

I sighed and sat back on the grass, because this was more fun than a show.

"Yeah," I answered thoughtfully and chewed on a piece of grass when Rogue's laugh drifted over to us. She had a damned good grip, gotta tell ya, and maybe that Southern thing for rodeos affected her more than you'd think, if she considers Logan an appropriate person to use as a mount.

Not that he was fighting it much, growling notwithstanding.

"Marie, let the fuck go."

"Give. Now, sugar."

"I'm not teaching you to drink."

She locked her arms a little tighter around his neck and those legs of hers around his waist and set her body for battle.

"Off, Marie." Damned if he wasn't smiling where she couldn't see it. He gets the biggest kick out of her--I think for entertainment value if nothing else, Rogue is just his favorite person on earth. You gotta like anyone who considers you their own personal toy and doesn't have issues with what you do in your leisure time in north Canadian bars or the fun you have counting up the warrants for your arrest in thirty or so states--and a few dozen countries.

"Nope. Gimme what I want and I'll go away."

"If I could get that in writin', I most certainly will be considerin' it."

"Signed in m'own blood, sugar?"

"And witnessed by half the school."

I gave Bobby a wise nod.

"That is how you flirt with someone without them having a clue you're doing it."

Bobby gave me a confused look. "Why wouldn't you want them to know you're doing it?"

"Because that just makes things to easy and no one really thinks easy is worth it. If it ain't hard, it ain't worth doing."

Bobby gave them a long look.

"So we're gonna be seeing this for years?"

"Yeah, in some form or another." I sighed. "This year they can get away with horseplay. Next year, combat lessons, also known as foreplay with weaponry. Year after that, mutual angst and they won't come within a foot of each other. Marie'll date someone else, piss him off, they'll fight, they'll fall in bed and consummate the UST. Logan'll run, Rogue'll cry, he'll come back, they'll fight, have sex, reconsider, and then do whatever it is mutant couples with good sex lives do."

Bobby was startled and thoughtfully kicked at the grass.

"You've thought about this."

I nodded and got out another stick of gum.

"Oh yeah."

The End