WHO: Mavis, Jubilee WHAT: Girltalk WHEN: earlier in July, sometime prior to this WHERE: Guest-house WARNINGS: PG13 for talk about sex & vampirism
Mavis was sitting on the roof of her guest-house as dusk crept across the beach, waiting for Jubilee to arrive. She’d flown up there as soon as it was shadowy enough that she wouldn’t start to scorch, to watch the fading colors of sunset from beneath the broad brim of the goofy straw hat that had escaped from her dreams; glad that she could still enjoy at least that much. She had a pint of Ben & Jerry’s with her, which she was hugging like an edible, frozen security blanket.
Jubilee couldn't fly, or run fast, or leap very far any more. But she could make fireworks, and that was enough for her. Sometimes, though, she thought she could smell a little better. And she burned pretty easily. She didn't want to think about that. The thought that she'd become a vampire again was too much to bear.
She signaled her approach with a spectacular show of light over her head.
Seeing the lights, Mavis hopped off the rooftop, and changed into bat shape; fluttering down to meet her friend. “Hi!” she called, in a very human voice, “Recognize me?” She was getting better at the quick-change routine.
"Hi! OMG you're so cute! Look at your little bat wings and your teeth and your ears OMG!" Jubilee squeezed with a high enough pitch to hurt most dog's ears.
“I am the night!” Mavis declared in mock protest, crossing her arms as she landed on Jubilee’s shoulder, clinging there daintily her tiny claws. And then she added, “And the night is fabulous.”
She giggled, and petted Mavis’s little head. “Oh so fabulous! So what’ve you been up to, chica? Aside from vampin’ it up?”
“Well...” Mavis swiveled her ears, ducking her head and nuzzling against Jubilee’s hand. If her cheeks hadn’t been furry at the moment, they would have been blushing. “I might have a boyfriend.”
If possible, the squee became louder and more obnoxious. Jubilee bounced around in circles. “Awesome! That’s awesome!”
Oh, yes, Mavis was well aware that Jubilee had been waiting on pins and needles (when she wasn’t fighting for her life, that is) for Mavis to take a lover or three. Funny, but Mavis had come pretty close to having at least three. “His name is Match. He’s like...superman.”
"Really?" She stopped spinning around and seemed to be thinking about that. "So what happens if you like have sex and his super sperm causes you to explode? I read an essay about that once!”
“Ha!” Mavis had seen the movie, Hancock, and the thought of super-powered ejaculation was a little bit freaky. “I guess then at least I would die happy? But I would not wish that on anybody, especially not their first time. Or any time.”
Jubilee giggled at the thought. “I’m sure it’ll be just fine! You’ll love it then we’ll never see you again.” She sighed, dramatically. “You moving fast or slow?”
“I don’t know,” she said, “We kissed on our first date, but kissing was all we did until recently. He stayed with us in Alaska. Then we were on the Starjammer, and he carried a nuclear bomb into space, and I was so scared. And we gave each other oral, after.”
"Kissing is still awesome, chica." the Hotness said, nodding sagely. Her grin only grew wider and more toothy. "And that's more awesome! I mean shiz one of you could die tomorrow so what's the hold up right?"
“Right? We almost did die,” Mavis said. “Or, Match almost did. And a lot more people would have died if we hadn’t gotten the bomb out of the atmosphere.” It had been intense. But she was sure she had real feelings for him.
“I miss the fun stuff but sometimes it’s good to miss the fun stuff.” She’d stayed behind when everyone had gone to Vegas. She’d wanted to make sure that there were people here who were helped too!
“I think you’re allowed to miss the ‘fun’ stuff sometimes,” Mavis said, “Especially if you’re recovering from a dose of too much fun.” She hopped off of Jubilee’s shoulder and transformed again, landing gracefully on human feet. “It’s kinda weird talking about sex while I’m batty.”
"Have had too much 'fun' too often lately," Jubilee said. "An' that's nothin'. Had weirder talks with weirder looking people. Not that you're totally not weird. You're good weird!"
Mavis laughed, tossing her short, tousled hair. “I think I’m okay with my weird,” she said, “Although the shrunken head that came from my dreams is pretty weird. You wanna see? She talks. And she’s such a smart-ass.”
“You got a shrunken head in your dreams?” Jubilee stared at her with abject...jealousy. “That’s sooo freakin’ cool!” She grabbed Mavis’s shoulders. “Show me, chica!”
"I did!" Mavis cluthed at Jubilee's arms with her black laquered, red tipped nails. "All the rooms in Hotel Transylvania had them, instead of Do Not Disturb signs!" She laughed, and dragged her friend into he guest house. The head hung from her bathroom door. "I have to find someplace to put her when Match comes over. She can't see but she can still hear, and snark."
“I want one. I want a shrunken head, that’s totes awesome.” Jubilee giggled. “She’d have a field day at me an’ Laura’s place. But you can ask Cass about that.” She winked.
“Well, if I ever inherit a Hotel, you can have one!” Mavis said, laughing with her. “Unless you want one now, in which case, I suppose you could borrow this one sometimes. As long as Laura and Cass won’t mind.”
Jubilee snerked. It was tempting, but she shook her head. “That’s totes okay. I think I’ll pass.”
Mavis nodded, and flopped down on a beanbag chair, gesturing for Jubilee to make herself comfy. “I’m still...you know. Kind of nervous about my first time.” Thankfully, the head was pretending not to be speaking to her, and turned away in a huff, which made Mavis laugh under her breath. “I mean, my dreams about finding my true love are all pretty PG. We don’t even drink real blood.”
Jubilee sat down too, but upside down, and looked at Mavis, grinning. “Well, it’s gonna hurt like a bitch, but it’s so worth it in the end.”
Mavis grinned back, glad to have someone she could talk and joke around with. Well, she had a few someones like that, now, but Jubilee had done the whole vampire thing. “I think it helps, knowing I can’t accidentally bite him, mid-orgasm--or at least I can’t break his skin. Which I suppose has its downsides as well, because I can’t get blood from him even if I wanted to, but it means he’s not scared to let me use my mouth. And if I didn’t explode from that...well, I guess I’ll be okay with the rest of it, too.”
“Man...” Jubilee patted Mavis’ shoulder. “That kinda sucks! I mean...drinkin’ an’ goin’ at it at the same time is amazing. For both of you. But yeah.. I totes get it. Laura could heal from anything, so it’s like I didn’t have to worry either. But we got the side benefits still!”
“I can sort of bite down,” Mavis said, “And I’ve discovered that my fangs are really sensitive, so rubbing them is like...really erotic. Even without the blood.”
“Hot...” Jubilee swayed back and forth. “I kinda miss that part. Hearing the heart beat...the pulse of everyone around me. Made the world feel... more..but then I started to lose myself. I didn’t feel anything anymore, unless I was naked and sweaty with Laura.”
“I’m glad you found yourself again,” Mavis said, sighing softly as she thought of Match’ heartbeat. Yeah, she was starting to get those mushy feelings for him. But she didn’t care who knew. “I hope I don’t ever lose me.”
Jubilee didn’t respond. She couldn’t reassure Mavis of that, just hope her style of vampire was better than Jubilee’s. Or at least less soul crushing. From the sound of those dreams, it didn’t seem as bad.
"Mr. Frost, at work, says he might be able to help fund my idea to research a blood substitute," she said, "and Dr. Magius is helping me manage my blood regimen in the meantime. I really want to be able to help people who wind up like us. Even if you are human again. " She really hoped Jubilee would get to stay alive. "I seem to be collecting stray monsters." Mavis giggled. "Now all we need are some Sesame Street dreamers!"
“There’s a lotta cool things for blood substitutes anyway! I mean for like … Medicine an’ stuff.” Jubilee grinned at her. “You’re like a vampire Logan. Collectin’ strays!”
Mavis smiled, and waggled her fingers in the air. “Orange County is mine, muahahaha...” she declared in that cheesy Transylvanian accent she did. And then she dissolved into a fit of genuine giggles.