If You Only Knew
by Lee Tabor

Rating: R for masturbation and language.
Archive: Please ask. I'm sure I'll say yes.
Disclaimer: Marvel. Not mine. No money made. Don't sue. (simple enough? *g*)

Ororo picked her way through the mess. The clean-up would take hours. She shook her head. No, more like a millennium.

Next time Jubilee cleans up her own mess! she thought as her hand dunked into a bowl half full of melted strawberry ice cream.

Jubilee's Sweet 16 party had gone well into the night. Jean and Scott had volunteered to chaperone and keep the kids in line. They didn't do a very good job. Ororo had stayed for the first few hours but thought that it would be a perfect time to get some reading done with out any distractions. Sure, she got some time alone but she could hardly hear the thoughts in her head over the laughing, shouting, and loud music. Thankfully, the kids had started calming down around midnight. Ororo was finally able to lay her head over her pillow instead of under it.

The trash bag brimmed. She tied the top closed and heaved it to the kitchen to get another bag, the third that morning. Where were all the people who were supposed to be helping her?

And I thought I was getting the easy job. Next time, I'm doing the chaperoning

Ororo re-entered the jungle of wrapping paper, balloons, and bits of food littering the floor. After an examination of the mess, she decided to try tackling it from a different angle, just for a change of scenery. And also because that chair by the fireplace looked irresistibly comfortable. She moved to the fireplace and grabbed a piece of paper off the high back plush chair. She about collapsed into the chair when she noticed a small book laying on cushion, forgotten.

She picked it up and examined it. In a lovely calligraphy handwriting, the words on the cover spelled out: Jean's Journal.

Ororo allowed her jaw to drop. Jean must have actually found some time to jot down her thoughts the other day, then forgot the journal in the hustle of the party. Ororo found that hard to believe. Jean was always immaculate in her chores. To have left such a personal item behind. . . Ororo couldn't imagine what would have made her forget it.

Ororo took a quick glance around the room to see if anyone lurked in the parlor. The room was empty. She looked back down at her treasure. The temptation to know what when on in Jean's pretty red head proved irresistible. Jean got into people's minds and found out their thoughts and fantasies wether they wanted her to or not. But she kept her own mind rather private. Well, that would change rather quickly now!

Tossing the garbage bag to the side, she plopped down onto the chair and opened the journal. She skimmed through the pages, knowing her time to indulge was limited. Jean wrote about the things that happened during her day and simple observations. Mostly just uninteresting babble. Then, about fifteen pages in, she came upon something interesting:
I caught Scott watching Logan again. His thoughts were so clear. I think if he wasn't so afraid of the man, he'd be jumping all over him. Well, maybe it isn't that he's scared of Logan. I think he's just scared of what he feels. I think he's throughly convinced himself that I don't have the faintest clue of what he's thinking. Or probably just praying that I don't. Maybe I should tell him some time that I don't mind as long as he lets me watch.

Woohoo! That was a side of Jean Ororo had never seen before. Ororo looked at the date on the page. The entry was written less then six months ago. To her knowledge, Scott had never indulged Jean's fantasy. How could two people be so close yet so far apart?

She skimmed another ten or so pages, finding nothing really notable. Then she came upon her own name:
Anyway, I suppose, if I had to choose someone, it would definitely be Ororo.

Choose for what? Her curiosity peeked. She backed up a few lines to the beginning of the paragraph to find out the context of the statement.
Scott sometimes tells me he wants to have a threesome, meaning two women and him. What is it with men wanting two women at once? I think we'd be much better off with me and two men. Maybe Logan. . . Of course, Scott will never admit his feelings for the man. Anyway, I suppose, if I had to choose someone, it would definitely be Ororo.

Ororo reread the paragraph just to see if her eyes had mistaken her. But it was there in blue ink. She read on. . .
She is such a beautiful woman. So strong. I wish I could be as strong as her. I wonder if her pubic hair is white too.

Where the hell did that come from? Okay, this was getting personal. But Ororo realized she really didn't mind the written inquiry. In fact, she felt herself tingle at the thought of Jean unzipping her pants for an inspection of her most sensitive area.

The entry went on:
I wonder what she would think if I asked her to have sex with me. I'd never let Scott in on it. At least not the first time. Just thinking about her right now is getting me wet. I'd love to nibble on her small dark nipples. I've seen them through those thin shirts she wear. Her breasts are so perfect. I bet her juices taste as good as she smells. God, I wish Scott was here to fuck me senseless!

Ororo had to admit she never knew Jean could be so candid. Just the thought of Jean lapping up her juices made her ache. She grabbed for one of her hardened nipples but quickly realized it wasn't enough. She needed release now. She slipped her hand into her pants to tease her swelling clit with a long finger nail. Her eyes closed as the sensation brought her to a familiar height.

"Ororo! Are you reading my Journal?"

Ororo yelped when her fingernail scrapped against her clit as she jerked her hand out of her pants. Eyes focused on the source of the voice. "No! I mean. . . No! Here."

Jean grabbed the offered book and glared at Ororo. Then her expression grew cunning as she purred, "If you wanna fuck, just ask. You don't need to slim up my journal."

Ororo's eyes widened. Jean knew exactly what had been going thought her mind before she was interrupted.

Jean smirked, turned around, and walked back to the kitchen.

Ororo wasted no time and ran to her room to finish the chore she had started.

The End