Lil and Adrienne

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Attempting to exercise themselves out of sexual frustration, Lil and Adrienne go for a run and discuss their lack of sex lives...



It was too nice of a day to spend it all indoors. Especially when a cigarette was calling her. Lil made her way to the porch, still dressed in her exercise shorts and sports bra and lit up. The smoke filled her lungs and calmed her on-edge nerves slightly. Why she was so anxious, the blonde had no idea. No new stress, no major issues or changes. Just the same situation she'd been stuck in for months. Another deep inhale and Lil closed her eyes before releasing the long puff of smoke and sagging against the wall. Maybe she should go for another run like Logan had suggested.


Adrienne had been for a run, and was making her way around the side of the mansion at a walking pace in a cool-down effort. She didn't usually run, preferring to swim instead, but today she'd decided to pound the pavement instead of visiting the pool. She held up a hand to Lil as she saw the blonde at the smoker's porch, also dressed in workout clothes. "Coming or going?" she asked casually, assuming that Lil had to be coming back since it would be silly to smoke before exercising.

"Little of both, I guess," Lil said with a smile, flicking the ash off the tip of her cigarette into one of the little pails nearby. "Been working on the weights; thinking about taking a trail or two next. Enjoy the weather and all that shit."

"Physical exercise because you still haven't sorted out that husband of yours and aren't getting physical exercise in the form of sex?" Adrienne asked suggestively, though her usual teasing tone was a little flat today. "I think smoking works better post-coitus, not pre-jogging, Peanut."

The blonde woman made a face as she paused mid-motion of bringing her cigarette back to her lips. "No," Lil bit, defensively. "Physical exercise because I'm training with the X-Men and need to keep in top shape to be prepared for anything and everything." The fact that she'd be having increasingly erotic dreams and was extra squirmy during her sparring session with Logan and the backrub had nothing to do with her need to extend her already long hours in the gym.



"Right," Adrienne answered, drawing out the first syllable, leaning on the porch railing. "Why don't you just give hubby the ultimatum? Tell him he has to put you before the damned robot or you're going to divorce him so you can start having sex again? Just make him figure himself out. 'Nothing more frustrating than a person who can't figure out what the hell they want," she muttered with a small degree of venom in her tone, berating herself for her indecisiveness over what she wanted from Jake.

"Because we're trying to work things out," she reminded Adrienne. "I told you that when you came to Harry's; about the emails and how we're talking again. Fucking wrong how we can communicate through a damn screen better than we ever could face to face but..." Lil let out a sigh and dropped her head back to beat it against the wall a couple of times. "I miss sex. I'm going fucking insane, I swear."

"I don't think you're allowed to say the word 'sex' on school grounds," Adrienne whispered conspiratorially. "The censorship police will get you." She suddenly felt very much like running some more. "Hit the trails with me?" she asked. "We can complain about lack of said off-limits subject away from school grounds?" She frowned a little when she realized that she'd said 'we'. She hadn't meant to say 'we'. She didn't want to complain about lack of sex. Because she didn't care that she wasn't having sex. At all.

One golden brow quirked but Lil quickly shrugged and put out her cigarette. She tugged what was left of it into the carton then stuck the box along with the lighter in the strap of her bra. "Sounds good to me. Though, I dunno if it's the kids I don't want hearing me or several of my pain-in-the-ass countrymen who'd give me hell for it."

Adrienne's eyes widened. She hadn't even thought about the Canadians overhearing. One in particular. Feeling fairly certain that she would die of embarrassment if Garrison found out she was thinking about the lack of sex she was having, Adrienne agreed wholeheartedly. "I met one of your countrymen last week," she told Lil, thinking that maybe they could change the subject entirely. "Logan. Interesting man. I told him what I do, my powers, and when I joked about taking payment for readings he accused me of holding his past ransom. I didn't even know he couldn't remember anything," she explained, wrinkling her nose. "If I hadn't met the Boy Scout, I'd assume all Canadians have anger-management issues..."

Lil nodded and hoped she succeeded in keeping her cheeks from turning pink. "Logan's definitely interesting." She kept the pace light, knowing with her longer legs she had to if they were going to have a conversation. "Don't let him get to you; he's a surly old bastard but after a couple of years of training, I'm allowed to call him a friend. And you know, it's still a safe bet to assume - some of us just hide it better," the blonde added with a smirk.

"You're not one of those people who hide it better, you know," the psychometrist pointed out, eyebrow raised. "Bashing your head against the wall because you're missing sex and going 'fucking insane' sort of says 'anger management issues' to me." Adrienne was just pleased that she wasn't bashing her own head against the wall. Maybe she should bash Jake's head against the wall for even making her think that she was missing sex.

"Never claimed to be," Lil said with a genuinely amused laugh. "And it's not anger. It's frustration. My anger management issues got nothing to do with this. This? This is about not having sex for over five months after spending the last four years being screwed by or screwing Madison on every surface we could find, flat or not. This is withdrawal and it's making me insane because I'm looking at every legal male in the mansion like they're a piece of meat, ready to be torn into."

"Just the males?" Adrienne teased, though once again her tone was flat. She started to jog, slapping her feet heavily on the trail. "Five months is nothing," she chided. "Talk to me again in seven more years." She'd been around Lil's age when she'd arranged for Steven's death, though of course her celibacy was completely self-induced and therefore she couldn't relate to Lil completely.

Lil'd opened her mouth to defend herself against Adrienne's question but found she wasn't able to speak at all upon the other woman's confession. "Seven... years?" she asked in complete disbelief as she came to a full stop. "Seven years without sex? How the fuck did you last seven years?"

"I took vows," Adrienne retorted in a level tone. She wasn't sure if the nun story would fool Lil, but there was no way she was admitting the real reason. 'I've been too afraid of getting hurt' sounded cowardly and weak, and Adrienne wasn't going to let Lil see that side of her. Besides, if she said that, how would it look to admit that she'd been thinking about putting herself back in circulation? It would seem as if she was letting her hormones drive her instead of her self-preservation, and then she'd just seem like a sex-crazed teen. "And it's not seven. It's eight."

"Eight?" the Canadian very nearly shrieked. Green eyes took up most of her face, staring at Adrienne as if the other woman had just announced she'd given birth to a litter of puppies. "Eight ye- holy fuck! I started going nuts after eight weeks!" Lil shook her head, sending her ponytail swinging. "And I was wasn't asking why; I meant how 'cause all the extra exercise ain't doing it for me and I've just about killed my toys with overuse. There is no way on God's fucking green Earth that I'm gonna let this last eight years!"

Adrienne would have laughed at Lil's reaction if the reason she'd been able to go so long without sex hadn't been such a serious one to her. "I didn't want to have sex, that's how," she answered, sounding a little grumpy. Because I was afraid. And now I think I'm over that fear and I think I want sex but I don't think it's a good idea to have it with Jake because he fucked my sister. "I can't tell you how to last eight years with no sex," she muttered. "Your situation's completely different than mine."

Her shoulders dropped and she made a little noise of disappointed frustration. "My situation's fucked up enough that I'm tempted to get on a plane - which, by the way, I hate - just to find Madison for a night or two." Lil was positive he was going through the same thing she was if he latest emails were anything to judge by. "Why the hell wouldn't you want sex? I mean, even if there ain't anyone at the mansion, New York City's big enough to find a lay - unless you don't like sex?"

"I used to like sex, until I met my husband." Adrienne figured Lil would take it as a joke, and even if she didn't, maybe she would take the hint that Adrienne didn't want to discuss it and stop asking. The only problem with saying it was that it made her think of her life before she'd met her husband, and how much she'd liked sex. Which made her think about having it again. "You can't booty call your husband. Don't give in. It's just a stupid biological process. It's not worth your peace of mind." But if it'd just a biological process, then what's the big deal? Why not just have sex? she asked herself, much to her own frustration.

Lil groaned again then blew a lock of hair out of her face. If Adrienne wasn't going to spill secrets, then fine. However, the taller woman still needed help with her own issues. She jerked her head to the path and started jogging again, hoping it would work out some of the extra energy she was dealing with. "Why can't I booty call him? He's my husband and it would remind him what he's not getting on a daily basis anymore... and I really miss sex," she confessed. "I mean, I really miss it. And when I start stealing glances at Beaver Boy's ass, there's a problem."

"Look, do whatever you want," Adrienne said, exasperated. Lil's mention of missing sex was making Adrienne think about missing it, too, and she did not want to think about it. "If you want to let your hormones control you, that's your prerogative. But please, please don't ever mention the Beaver Boy's ass to me because that does not help anything." Thinking about Garrison's ass the fact that she was seriously thinking about having sex with Jake worse.

"Trust me, there is no way in hell I want to be talking about Garrison's ass! I know it's not helping anything," she replied, just as exasperated. "That's just how bad this has gotten!" Lil rolled her eyes then shook her head, sending her ponytail jumping. "It's ridiculous. And wrong and I don't know what the fuck to do other than buy a better vibe and hope for the best. I split with Bishop, can't go home to Madison and Logan would be one fucking bad idea on many, many levels. What else am I supposed to do?"

Adrienne gave her a wicked grin. And said nothing. And raised an eyebrow suggestively.

Lil shook her head adamently even as she chuckled. "No. Not gonna happen. Besides you just told me you haven't had sex in eight years because you are a nun; Jesus would frown on that kinda thing."

"I was a nun," Adrienne corrected. "But I'm thinking about renouncing my vows." It didn't even upset her to say it out loud, because Lil thought she was joking, and if she changed her mind, she could convince herself she'd been joking, too. "I'd assume Jesus would have other things on his mind than you and I having sex."

"All knowing, all seeing. Can catch the lesbians and the terrorists at the same time or that's what the priests used to tell me. I dunno," the blonde said with a shrug. "Doesn't matter 'cause I told you, I ain't into tits. I want a man. One with a solid, hard body with big arms, strong legs, rhythm and who can keep it up all night." Lil's smile flashed, growing more impish. "All you got is the dark hair that I'm attracted to, Sweetie."

"Stoppit, for Chrissakes!" Adrienne cried out, sounding pained, "you're driving me insane! You're making it worse! Now I'm thinking about your dream man and it's making me fucking worse!" She stopped running and bit back a scream. "You have to stop! I haven't had sex in eight fucking years and then a man asks me out and I kiss him and I can't decide if I want to have sex with him and you're just making it worse!"

Lil's mouth opened and closed a few times like one of the brunette's fish as she tried to wrap her brain around the confusing mess that had just spilled out of the woman's mouth. "You went on a date?" she finally managed, planting her hands on her hips. "Is there any reason other than the eight years that's keeping you from screwing his brains out because if not? Go for it. Or if you don't, send him my way."

"The reason for the eight years is the same reason I haven't screwed his brains out," Adrienne answered, huffing out an agitated and yet also weary breath. She started walking down the trail, in a wandering, distracted sort of way, arms wrapped around herself protectively. She wanted to tell Lil that she'd been afraid for eight years of having sex, and that maybe she wasn't feeling so afraid anymore, but that she didn't trust her own judgment and wasn't sure if she should indulge her physical desire for sex or the constant desire for self-preservation that persisted on warning her even though she felt certain Jake wouldn't hurt her. "I don't know if that reason still exists, but I don't know if it's my head convincing me the reason doesn't exist and I should have sex or if it's just my infuriating hormones talking," she muttered, not even sure if she was speaking loudly enough for LIl to hear, or if she wanted Lil to hear. "I'm not a man. I shouldn't be thinking with my cock, metaphoric though it is." Except she'd enjoyed sex quite a lot before she'd married Steven, and had always believed that she should pursue whatever she wanted, whatever made her feel good. Which was why self-preservation was having to a fight hard battle to keep her from screwing Jake's brains out. And why she was thinking about letting self-preservation lose in favour of the prospect of good sex. Letting out an exasperated noise, she turned to face the blonde. "This isn't even something you can answer for me," she said, almost apologetic. "I don't even know why I'm taking this out on you, other than the fact that you're contributing to my distress."

Lil wandered behind Adrienne, silently allowing the other woman to rant and ramble and sort her thoughts out without interuption. The brunette seemed to need an ear, a wall to bounce things off of rather than someone who would tell her what or what not to do. It wasn't until she was sure the other woman was done before opening her mouth. "You're taking it out on me 'cause I'm here complaining about my lack of sex," Lil laughed. "And having or not having a cock doesn't mean anything; women got needs too. Different needs at different times occasionally but fuck, we're sexual creatures. We can want sex for what it is or what we get from it; orgasms or more." She wasn't going to mention she probably wasn't the best person to be talking with considering her history consisted of one man who she made wait until they were engaged.

"I'm not looking to give you answers, Adrienne, cause I sure as hell don't got them otherwise I wouldn't be bashing my head against walls" Lil said at last, shrugging her shoulders. "But you gotta guy you're thinking about sleeping with and that's something, eh? More than you've had in the last eight years, I'm guessing."

"I've thought about sleeping with people before," Adrienne admitted, head beginning to ache now. "But those people aren't on the list of candidates I'm currently able to sleep with because doing so would definitely fuck with my head worse than it's fucked now, so it hasn't been an issue. So yes, this is more than I've had in eight years. Thanks for making me feel like even more of a freak of nature," she snarked, albeit goodnaturedly, beginning to jog again. She committed what Lil had said to memory so that she could use it in her tally sheet or her pros and cons list or whatever she made when she tried to come to a decision about what to do with Jake. Adrienne wasn't in the habit of taking advice from people, especially women ten years younger than herself, who were admittedly as confused as she was about the subject. But Lil's statements were definitely worth thinking about. "I can take you to my favourite sex shop if you want to get that better vibe," she said to Lil, feeling a little guilty about not having the answers the other woman was looking for. "Or there's always the other offer," she grinned. "Or the booty call idea, to remind hubby what he's missing."

"You said the booty call idea was a bad one," Lil reminded her, blowing another lock of hair from her face as they started jogging again. "And I don't know if your sex shop will have anything that'll do me any good. Mine was uh, kinda custom made." The confession came with a blush that she tried to fight but failed miserably. "Drawback to my powers means the store bought toys do shit for me. Makes me more of a freak of nature than you." Lil chuckled then said a bit more quietly, "still think you should bag the guy. Then tell me about it so I can get vicarious thrills."

"I still think it is a bad idea," Adrienne retorted, "because you say people can take orgasms or more from sex, and I think you want the more, which is why you're so damned frustrated." She mused over what the blonde had said about her powers, perfectly happy to put her own issues on the backburner. "Okay, now I'm just really confused. What you're saying is that you can't get off without what... extra power? So then, by that reasoning, does a guy have to have... mutant strength or something? To get you off? Normal guys wouldn't do it for you? Because if this is really the case, I'm afraid my hopes of ruining you for all others are a little dashed. I work out, but I lack mutant strength."

"If I want more, wouldn't it make sense that I go to my husband instead of one of the guys here?" the blonde asked, using Adrienne as her own sounding board to figure out just what she was hoping to gain by flying home to see Madison. Her blush deepened to a burning scarlet when her companion began questioning her, however. "No, that's not what I mean. He's just gotta be... creative. And patient." Though, the super strength - or having super endurance - probably wouldn't be bad, either, considering the time she spend with Bishop. "Madison knows my body and my mind and after four years of being together, we worked out what works for us together. Lotta it's mental, probably as much as or more than physical, and about the connection for me at least. Which is why the solo stuff always lacks... and where having a husband who's a technomorph comes in handy. And none of this is helping the fact that I'm more confused about this than ever."

Adrienne loved it when she made people blush, but couldn't take much enjoyment out of it today due to her internal turmoil. "I thought I was fine, and now I think I'm more confused than ever, too," Adrienne whined. "How about if I take you shopping for jeans instead of continuing the confusing sex discussion? Or we go to the gym and pound the crap out of something and then go shopping?"

"Jeans," Lil answered with a definitive tone in her voice. "Already did the gym and not that this conversation isn't wonderful or anything but jeans. For the love of God, shopping for jeans." She could replace her old pair and not have to deal with describing the details of her sex life as dictated by her powers any longer. "Then food. And oh! I didn't tell you: Gar's sister's coming for his birthday," the Canadian announced with an impish smirk.

With a wicked grin, Adrienne changed direction and headed back towards the mansion. "Kane's sister's coming to town," she mused. "I would do my evil laugh but I've been running too much today to have the full lung capacity to do it properly."

"I've already told him I'm going to steal her for a couple of nights out on the town. Still trying to figure out how to do it so he foots the bill." Vikks and Lil together were dangerous enough for Garrison, but Adrienne thrown into the mix... "You should come along. And then we can make up crazy, fucked up stories of all the shit we did and make his brain pop."

Adrienne's grin widened. "I believe this plan would be acceptable to me. I'm going to head up to Boston for a few days since it's spring break but if she's here until his birthday we have plenty of time for popping Kane's brain."

Lil nodded. "And to start saving liquor. That girl can drink! Which reminds me, I still have those pictures from St. Patty's day if you wanna see them."

"I'll pass. We're supposed to be ignoring our sex drives, remember? Those pictures won't help me." It was a joke- Adrienne would never pursue Garrison's sister- but Lil didn't have to know that.


The blonde woman shrugged and kicked up the pace a little. "No, but taking your man for a ride will."