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| Chasing The Night; 05/23-evening- (617 Pete & Kitty) | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 20 2013, 10:45 PM (1,067 Views) | |
| Shadowcat | Jul 20 2013, 10:45 PM Post #1 |
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[cont'd from Drink With Me when they're done there] That had been...interesting. A word that might be a little overused but it was still the best one that Kitty could come up with to cover the entirity of various happenings, encounters, and experiences at the Resistance party down in the strip club. Everything from being in a room full of people she knew, but in reality didn't very well, to Pete's sudden appearance to the blur of events that followed after. Somewhere around the time they managed to grab a couple of glasses and a bottle of whatever it was Pete decided he wanted from the bar and finally managed their escape, even she was feeling a little like she was about to hit some sort of overload. Too much emotion and adrenaline and...just too much and the middle of a party wasn't exactly where she wanted to be right now, regardless. A fairly short airwalk, an elevator ride, and then a few feet from the elevator down the hall and there was her room. Knowing Pete would be right in step with her, her fingers laced tightly with hiss, Kitty didn't even pause as she phased them through the door and inside. Annnnd it was dark. Which might not have been the worst thing ever if she'd been in this room long enough to remember where the furniture was. The better not to trip over it and at least one of them break their necks. Deciding that would be an amazingly anti-climatic end to an interdimensional trip - taken out by a SHIELD standard issue dresser - the brunette paused a second, free hand fumbling along the wall for the switch. "Hang on, it's here somewhere," she told Pete, fingers finally brushing against the metal switch plate. A press of the switch itself and the lights flickered on. One standard issue helicarrier quarters, just like she'd left it. Which was to say basically exactly like she'd found it, considering she hadn't had a chance to pack a bag for the visit. There was a bed, covers still rumpled, a couple of armchairs and an end table or two arranged to one side. One of them with the few changes of clothes she'd managed to grab from the extras bin stacked in a folded pile. Small tv, dresser, little closet, nightstands with basic lamps. Nothing at all fancy but about three times the size of the bedrooms in the basement of the strip club and they had plenty to go around. So no sharing. Or not any need to share, she should probably say, since she and Ray had shared a room the night before. Or morning, or whatever it had ended up being when they finally collapsed and got some sleep. Kitty briefly wondered how her best friend was faring with her new half-sister, but she took the fact that all was quiet on the mental link emergency channel to be a good sign. If she needed her, Ray could always find her and vice versa and she'd give a yell if she did. "That's better." Turning back to Pete with a smile, she gave his hand a squeeze. "Welcome to the Resistance Helicarrier Awesome. If you want to debate room ownership now, I'm game. But the winner might have to fight it out with Rachel later, since she technically has a claim on this one, too." |
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| Pete Wisdom | Jul 21 2013, 11:18 PM Post #2 |
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So that was what the Resistance was like when they threw a party. Pete hadn’t even expected the Resistance to be the sorts who would throw a party, though it hadn’t been difficult to twig what had sparked it off once he was in the middle of it, even if his attention for the most part had been focused on Kitty. It was an interesting way to get to know this lot. He’d had similar opinions last week, though in this case he hadn’t done nearly as much of it as he had then, and he’d already pushed most of it out of his mind. Probably for the best. Funny how history managed to repeat itself. Once again he had left the party early, his reasons for wanting to leave different, but the destination itself? Plenty of parallels to be found there. He’d hardly been able to think of much else, and had yet to break contact with her even once. They had their glasses and the scotch he’d found. Anything else he probably ought to do now that he was in this dimension could wait until later. It wasn’t hard to see Kitty was of a similar mind and needed a least a short break from just about everything. It hadn’t taken long to make their way to Kitty’s room. Pete moved in unison with Kitty, hand in hand, sensing when she changed direction or pace. As much as he liked to complain about the way phasing felt, moving with her was almost like walking again after having a leg cast removed. It was the only think that felt natural when his her hand was in his. They reached the door and kept moving, passing right through as if it didn’t exist, not needing to so much as confirm with a look. Inside the room black as the bottom of a well, and Kitty came to an abrupt halt and he heard her hand grope the surface of the wall next to them. "Hang on, it's here somewhere," she said. Pete considered reminding her that he could provide all the light he needed with just one finger, but he heard the switch click over before he finished opening his mouth. Light bathed the room, his eyes adjusting quickly as he took in the Spartan living quarters. If it hadn’t been for the rumpled sheets on the bed and the small, neatly folded pile of clothes on one of the end tables he’d have suspected they’d wandered into an unoccupied room. Not much of a surprise, that. Pete didn’t suppose Kitty had collected all that many personal effects since arriving in this dimension. "That's better." Kitty said, sounding rather satisfied. “Much,” Pete agreed, since he could see her clearly now. Kitty squeezed his hand and turned a smile Pete’s way that sent a low electric buzz through Pete’s skin. "Welcome to the Resistance Helicarrier Awesome. If you want to debate room ownership now, I'm game. But the winner might have to fight it out with Rachel later, since she technically has a claim on this one, too." There were at least three things in all that which seemed to need addressing, and Pete’s brows rose as he chuckled in amusement. As tempted as he was to ask about the name, which he was sure he hadn’t heard when he dropped in on Jeffries and this world’s Wagner, he decided to shelve that one until later. As for the other two, he could probably manage them both at the same time, more or less. He took another look at the bed with an added eye for the dimensions. It was clearly military issue, which meant it was modest, but spacious enough that it probably could accommodate three snugly. “Right, you’ve got the middle of the bed then,” he remarked drily, accepting the arrangement for what it was. The only reason he could imagine Rachel had come here was that she needed her person. It didn’t even occur to him to question it, and if that meant Rachel was going to wind up in this room, so be it. As long as she didn’t try to force him to sleep on the floor or pop in too early, he had no plans to take issue. He was sure that would work out no matter who managed to win the debate this time. He reached up with his free hand and tapped the side of his head. “Had a few words with her when I got here,” he said, lowering the hand to Kitty’s arm and letting it rest there. The fingers of his other hand unlaced from hers and he slipped his arm around her back, enjoying the soft comfort of the contact. “She says she’s okay. I take it she’s better, then.” He was confident Kitty wouldn’t have parted company with her if that wasn’t the case, but he’d feel better getting a second voice to confirm it. That didn’t quite cover everything he had to say about all that, though, even for starters. An impulse came over him and he bent at the knees for a moment, releasing her arm as his hand dipped down, hooked under her knees and he rose back up lifting her into his arms. “And what about you?” he asked, cradling her against him. He could hardly believe how light she was. Last time he’d thought it might have been her phasing some, or the dreamy rush making it seem that way, but not this time. And this was very nice, he decided, holding her close as he dipped his face closer to hers. “How are you feeling now?” |
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| Shadowcat | Jul 22 2013, 10:23 PM Post #3 |
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Let there be light. Provided, that was, that she could actually find the light switch. It'd been right there on the wall when she left, but Kitty wasn't having a lot of luck locating it at first. Finally, her fingers found it, though, and the switch clicked, illuminating the utilitarian room in a soft glow. Somewhat belatedly, it occurred to her that, yeah, Pete could've probably helped with that search, but that was better all the same. “Much,” Pete agreed and that had her smiling at him as she turned his way, hand squeezing his gently as she officially welcomed him to Helicarrier Awesome (yeah, he was probably eventually going to want an explanation for that, she could tell by the look on his face, but later) and renewed her offer of a room ownership debate. Though it also occurred to her, at least not quite as belatedly this time, that the winner might have to take on Ray for ownership title rights, since she had a legitimate claim on it at this point, too. God, when had simple room arrangements managed to make her life so complicated? Not that she was complaining about most of those complications, really, as Pete let out a soft, amused chuckle, brows lifting upward in interest, surprise, 'what the hell have you gotten yourself into now, Pryde?'. One or all of those, probably, but it was definitely an expression she recognized. This time on the right version of Pete and that was still such a nice realization. She had missed him. More than she'd imagined she could in four days or so. Her partner. Her friend. Boyfriend, and that set off an odd, unexpected flutter of nerves like a herd of butterflies in her stomach. Not at all unpleasant, but it took her a little by surprise all the same as Pete seemed to be giving the bed some kind of consideration. Possibly to make sure Rachel wasn't in it now. Given their luck lately, she couldn't even blame him. “Right, you’ve got the middle of the bed then,” he remarked drily and the brunette let out a soft snort of laughter, her own brows inching upward. "So I'm the designated buffer zone in case of visitors?" she asked, despite already knowing the answer to that one and not really minding. It was a pretty fair trade of for being able to wake up with them both still there this time. At least with any luck at all. Pete's free hand lifted, finger tapping at his forehead in the universal (at least if you spent any time at all around a team with telepaths) sign for talking to someone in your head. “Had a few words with her when I got here,” he said, lowering the hand to Kitty’s arm and letting it rest there. The fingers of his other hand unlaced from hers and he slipped his arm around her back, enjoying the soft comfort of the contact. “She says she’s okay. I take it she’s better, then.” With a soft sigh, Kitty took an automatic half step in closer to him, hands going to rest on his upper arms through his jacket. Okay and better were relative in relation to Rachel right now, but things had settled down enough that 'better' was true enough for what Pete was asking. "Yeah, she's doing better," the brunette confirmed, knowing he was worried about Ray, just like she had been and still was. "She's been with Jean a lot and right now she's spending time with her new interdimensional half-sister." Her smile tipped a little crookedly, knowing that last one would need some extra explanation. She hadn't had a chance to talk to him between the time the group raiding Ahab's pens had discovered Hope was still alive and now, but she'd fill him in on all of it that he wanted to know about and hopefully a few things he didn't know he needed to know about yet. They had the rest of the night. She might've started on some of that, then, or at least started figuring out some way to lead into it, but Pete suddenly bent down a little and next things she knew he lifted her off the floor. That was a definite surprise, too, and one eyebrow jumped upward again as her arms slid around his neck all of their own accord. “And what about you?” he asked, cradling her against him as she relaxed in his arms. If he dropped her, she was so taking him through the floor with her. “How are you feeling now?” He leaned in closer and she grinned softly, brown eyes amused and pulse taking a decided jump. "Better," Kitty told him with a slight nod, expression holding a hint of amusement, too, as she leaned in to close the distance. Her lips brushed lightly over his, arms tightening as she pulled him into a hug, stubble of his cheek tickling against her skin in the process. "Definitely better," she reaffirmed, lips next to his ear and voice soft before she pulled back again, brown eyes meeting his blue ones. "If we end up on the floor this time, I'm blaming your bad influence. Just so you know." With that warning out of the way, she closed the distance again, lips on his in a slow kiss. No nerves now, but still those butterflies fluttering around. Just for a different reason now, but that wasn't a bad thing, either. |
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| Pete Wisdom | Jul 26 2013, 01:35 AM Post #4 |
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Pete had no idea what Rachel must have done to manage crossing to this dimension all on her own, but he was sure of at least one thing. She would only have done it if she needed Kitty. He’d known from the start that they were closer than a term like ‘best friends’ could properly express, and he’d noticed plenty more since then. All that had only been a glimpse of the true depth and strength of the bond the two shared. Pete had a feeling he’d never understand it fully, but he understood more than enough to be glad his relationship with Kitty now shared a bit of space with that sphere. It was no surprise, then, that she might end up sharing the room with them, but Pete figured they could settle room ownership much more easily after he and Kitty finished debating the matter. Win or lose, the middle of the bed belonged to Kitty. "So I'm the designated buffer zone in case of visitors?" Kitty asked lightly, sounding like she didn’t mind that any more than Pete did. Good thing, too. After all the trouble he’d had with MacTaggert and Rachel’s grandmother, he didn’t think waking up with Kitty on one side of him and Rachel on the other would exactly simplify the matter, however innocent it all was. Couldn’t get more innocent than ‘nothing,’ after all, and that had nearly gotten him engaged to Sinclair. He was glad he’d checked with Rachel first, though. He’d been worried about his new Friend from the moment she left. It helped some when word had gotten back that she was in fact over with Kitty, but her departure had been the absolute limit. Now that both of them were in the same dimension, the only place he belonged was with them. Kitty let out a faint sigh and shifted a little closer to him, placing both her hands on his arms a little below the shoulders. He knew his question wasn’t likely to be the simplest in this case, but it was probably safe to go with the broad strokes anyway. He knew he’d feel better, at least, with some kind of answer. "Yeah, she's doing better," Kitty finally said. How much she didn’t specify, but apparently well enough that Kitty had felt at ease going to the party on her own. Later, he expected, he might get the details, or as much as they were comfortable sharing, from either Kitty or Rachel herself. "She's been with Jean a lot and right now she's spending time with her new interdimensional half-sister." Once more Pete found himself wondering how much had happened since the last time he’d spoken to Kitty over the webcam. Her smile went a bit lopsided. She had to know a nugget like that would get his attention. “Is it always this busy here?” he asked. It seemed like every time he got an update there’d been enough new developments to fill a book. Now suddenly Rachel comes over and they start finding relatives. Again. Those Summers. Or was it a Grey this time? Well, he’d find out soon enough, he figured. Later, though. An impulse came over Pete, and he surprised both of them by quickly bending down to lift his girlfriend into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck, looking at him with one raised eyebrow. He allowed himself a moment to just enjoy that, the sensation of holding all of her, her relaxing against his chest as she held him in resturn. Now that they had some much-needed privacy he was very interested in knowing how she was doing. He leaned his face closer to hers. The way those hazel eyes of hers were looking at him, he couldn’t have broken contact with them if he wanted to, and right now that was the furthest thing from his mind. "Better," she said, nodding. She punctuated that with a brief kiss, arms tightening around him as her cheek rubbed lightly against his. She moved her lips to his ear and in a voice that nearly made him go weak in the knees added, "Definitely better," before pulling back to meet his eyes again. “Good to know,” he said with a fond smile. She was far from done, however, adding, "If we end up on the floor this time, I'm blaming your bad influence. Just so you know." Before he could say anything to that, she moved back in, drawing him into a slow kiss that made any reply he might have had fly right out of his mind. He squeezed her tight against him as he sank into the kiss, pulse suddenly sprinting. He’d waited so long for this. To touch her, to feel her lips against his and know they had the whole night, just to themselves. He took a step further into the room, certain that if he kept standing his legs really would fold in on themselves and dump them both onto the floor. Which, to be honest, wouldn’t be so bad, but he expected they both had other things in mind at the moment. Even then he felt like he was floating. After a bit he reluctantly broke the kiss so that he could come up for air, and noticed he’d already made his way halfway across the room. He chuckled lightly, looking down at Kitty’s beautiful face, those eyes that were so full of intelligence and passion. “Just so you know…” he began, arching one eyebrow playfully. He crossed the rest of the distance, reaching the bed and turned. Easing himself down, he sat at the edge and settled Kitty into his lap. “…I expect my bad influence to come into this no matter where we end up.” Which, even now, might land them on the floor, but she’d have to take at least part of the blame if they did. |
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| Shadowcat | Jul 27 2013, 07:25 PM Post #5 |
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The new half-sister thing? Yeah, that was going to need some explaining. Kitty had know that when she said it and the look on Pete's face confirmed it. What could she say? The Summers had something of a precedent for finding interdimensional relatives, apparently. “Is it always this busy here?” he asked and she couldn't help a soft laugh, lifting one shoulder in a light shrug. "Pretty much, yeah. At least since I've been here," she confirmed. He'd probably get used to that, too, if they were here a few more hours. Pete was generally adaptable in most circumstances, even if between the wedding craziness,the amazing vanishing guests and all the rest that had happened since even his limits were probably being pushed a little. Or more than a little, since she was a lot more used to this sort of thing and she'd still nearly hit overload a time or two. Things they could deal with later, though, as Pete unexpectedly scooped her up. Unexpected, but definitely not unwelcome and her arms slid around his neck all on their own as he pulled her in closer. Better. That was exactly how she was feeling now as she gave into the urge to kiss him, pull him closer in turn, or maybe just pressed in closer herself, until she could feel the prickle of the the stubble on his cheek as it rubbed against her own. Definitely better. So much better than the last four days that felt like about five times that long that she'd spent feeling like something important was missing. Worrying about the whole mess with Yana. Worrying about how things were back home. Worrying about the people at home who were having to deal with everything going on there, even though she knew there was nothing she could really have done other than just be there with them and knowing she was needed here. Rachel had been one of those missing pieces, though Kitty would've given almost anything to change the reasons why her best friend had shown up in the computer room so suddenly the night before. Pete was the other. The other half of the partnership she hadn't even realized had become such a big part of her life until it wasn't there anymore. “Good to know,” he said with a fond smile that made her heart do what felt like a little cartwheel in her chest and that she couldn't help returning. None of that, however, would save him if he dropped her. She'd make sure he went right through the floor with her. Not that she gave him any time to answer (and it was Pete, she was sure he'd have had one of some kind) before she moved in for another kiss. Slow and deep and...yeah, he was still really good at that and Kitty sort of lost track of things there for a few moments as everything narrowed down to the feel of him, the taste of him, the awareness of him that connected to flashes of memories from a few nights before. When Pete finally pulled away, she was a little surprised to realize they'd moved to the middle of the room. Apparently, Pete himself must've missed that in there somewhere, too, judging by the soft rumble of a chuckle that she could feel vibrating through his chest as much as she could hear it. “Just so you know…” he began, arching one eyebrow playfully as he finished crossing the room, depositing himself on the edge of the bed so that she ended up in his lap. Kitty took a second to kick off her shoes while she tried to decide if that look on his face before deciding, without having to give it too much thought, that it probably did. It was still Pete, after all, “…I expect my bad influence to come into this no matter where we end up.” Letting out a soft laugh, her own brows lifted a little at that. "Actually, I was kind of counting on it," she informed him with a grin, reaching down to phase her sword from around his waist and out of the way. It slid to the floor where hopefully they'd be less likely to end up skewering a pillow or themselves with it later. Unless they ended up down there with it, which she still wasn't ruling out. They really needed to remember that better strategic planning for where they'd end up later this time. "I have it on good authority, though," Kitty continued, head tilted and amused brown eyes on his as she slid her fingers forward and along the lapels of his suit again slowly, "that I'm the real bad influence here. But I'm mostly putting that down to this world having some pretty low standards for that sort of thing." Slipping her hands inside his jacket, they moved upward, pushing the garment back and off his shoulders. This time, she definitely remembered she had powers and could've just gotten rid of it that way, but for right now this was more appealing. The rest, they'd take as it came. |
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| Pete Wisdom | Jul 29 2013, 10:45 AM Post #6 |
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They’d kissed the entire way up to her room, rarely pausing as they went. They’d always been good at multitasking. Airwalking. In the lift. Down the hall. He had no plans to stop or slow down, for that matter. Her lips were soft and warm as he held her in his arms, a long, low, sensuous kiss that almost drove him crazy. She was an excellent kisser, no question, just as he’d found that first night. He sank into the kiss, letting it absorb him, vivid sparks of memory intermingling with the sensation of her lips, the brush of her clothes and skin against him and the heat of her body. He might have lost track of just about everything else but her, but there was no chance of him letting her go. Not for a good, long time. Just how much he’d lost track he didn’t realize until he finally broke that kiss, to find they’d somehow gotten to the middle of the room. A bit of a surprise, but an amusing one, and he couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped. Good thing there hadn’t been anything strewn in their path, or it would have been something other than his bad influence sending them to the floor. He finished carrying her to the bed, to be safe as well as a few other reasons, and balanced them on the edge, with her on his lap. Her legs shifted around as she peeled her shoes away and then sent them sailing to some unnoticed part of the room. From the way they were arranged, he wasn’t ruling out the chance that she might still end up on the floor, and him with her. Or pinned against the nearby wall. Or in the shower. Or all three and plenty more besides. They had the whole night to do whatever they pleased, and he had no doubt his bad influence would be part of it. She laughed, light and breathy, her expression playful as she raised her brows slightly in interest. "Actually, I was kind of counting on it," she said, grinning. Her hands went to his waist, fingers wrapping around the sword and phasing away before letting it slip to the floor. Much better. It barely made more than a soft thump against the carpeted surface and was immediately forgotten. Hopefully it would stay that way, at least while they had other things on their mind. Kitty let her head tilt to one side while her hands moved back up, fingers lazily drifting along the lapels of his suit. "I have it on good authority, though, that I'm the real bad influence here. But I'm mostly putting that down to this world having some pretty low standards for that sort of thing." That was an interesting thought, wasn’t it? As to where she’d found that good authority, he supposed he could guess without her having to specify. “Well those standards have just gone up,” he assured her, shifting around slightly to maintain their balance. Her hands moved in, sliding up his chest and pushing back his jacket. Pete obligingly shifted his arms back as the jacket worked its way over his shoulders, letting it slide down his arms. He moved in for another kiss, tender at first, just for another taste of her while he finished shrugging off the jacket and letting it cascade onto the bed, where it clung precariously on the edge for a moment before dropping softly to the floor. The kiss became more demanding as Pete brought his hands back around to her waist, hooking his fingers underneath her tank top. He slowly ran his hands up her sides and back, carrying the shirt with him as he went. When the measured journey reached the edge of her bra he paused, reluctantly breaking the kiss. “Although I have to say,” he told her with a smirk. “I quite like the possibilities there.” His hands moved toward each other and he deftly unhooked the garment. “And I haven’t forgotten that you wanted me to ask you again if there was anything more you’d like me to be doing, yeah?” She’d said once they were in the same dimension, but she hadn’t specified which dimension. It’d be wrong not to see where things went when she was the bad influence, he was positive of that. |
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| Shadowcat | Jul 30 2013, 01:00 PM Post #7 |
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Pete was trouble. She'd suspected it the first time she ever saw him, scowling and silent as he walked into the Muir Island facility in the wake of Scicluna and Threadgold, fresh off that Black Air transport. She'd been certain of it few minutes later, when he told Moira to sod off for pointing out that Muir was a no smoking facility. Oh yeah, she'd known he was trouble from the first, it just turned out he was a slightly different sort of trouble than she initially thought. It also turned out the sort of trouble that he was suited her very nicely. More times than she could count at this point, she'd pointed out what a bad influence he was. In fact, she'd said those very words to him at the reception, just before they both ceased to be in the same universe. So, of course, she not only expected his tendencies to be a bad influence to come into play now, too, but she was counting on it. Looking forward to it, even. First, though, time to get her sword out of the way, and she phased that from around his waist (interesting choice with the suit, really), letting it fall somewhere on the carpeted floor with a soft thump. The better not to get in the way later. Unless they ended up down there with it. If they did, Kitty doubted she'd be complaining at all. They were very good at making it up as they went along and there were several other locations around the room they could end up that she wouldn't complain about, either. But the bed was a good start and she had it on good authority that she was apparently the bad in this universe. Or she had it on Pete's counterparts authority, anyway, so she was mostly putting it down to this world having some very low standards for what counted as a bad influence. “Well those standards have just gone up,” Pete assured her as he made a slight adjustment so they actually didn't go toppling off the edge of the bed. Shifting her own position just a little, she curled in closer to him, hands skimming over his chest on the way to his shoulders and getting rid of his jacket. At least for starters. He closed the distance, kissing her again, soft and gentle and making her forget all about the jacket or what happened to it as she wound her arms around his neck, eyes closing again as that familiar warmth seemed to suffuse her skin by unhurried degrees. The jacket was out of the way and that's all that mattered. And she forgot about it entirely, mouth moving with equal demand on his as the kiss deepened and his hands moved to her waist. Then slid up her sides, around to her back, leaving a trail of sparks on her skin in their wake as they took her shirt with them, pushing it up over her stomach and to just under her breasts. God. Yeah. She didn't need that shirt at all and she wanted his hands on her. A little coil of anticipation settled in her belly as her back arched slightly, but he paused, pulling back and breaking the kiss instead of going any farther. “Although I have to say,” he told her with a smirk. “I quite like the possibilities there.” His hands moved toward each other and he deftly unhooked the garment. “And I haven’t forgotten that you wanted me to ask you again if there was anything more you’d like me to be doing, yeah?” With a slightly breathless laugh, one eyebrow lifted his way as she sent him an amused look. No, she hadn't forgotten that, either. At all. In fact, you could say she'd definitely given it some thought over the last few days. "It might be easier, and faster, to tell you what I wouldn't like you to be doing," Kitty returned with a smirk of her own. "That's a lot shorter list right now, but you're off to a really good start." For now, though... Giving her options a moment's consideration, she got rid of her bra with the powers that, yep, she still remembered that she had. Pete could finish dealing with the shirt himself since he wanted to be a little bit of a tease. Meanwhile, she also remembered a promise she'd made and, with a few deft movements and a little quick shifting around - the better to manage things - she turned so they were face to face, knees braced on either side of his thighs. "And I did promise to save you from the suit if it attached itself to you, right?" she asked softly, brown eyes on his blue ones and pulse doing another little jump as her fingers moved to the buttons on his shirt, undoing them one at a time. Letting her fingertips trace lightly over his skin as she parted the material. "I should probably get back to work on that, before it gets too comfortable where it is." With a smile curving her lips, she kissed him again, because that never seemed to get old, no matter how often it happened. |
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| Pete Wisdom | Aug 1 2013, 11:15 PM Post #8 |
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Pete still didn’t trust the suit. Never would, and he never would have worn it again if it hadn’t been necessary. But he had to admit he’d liked the expression that had fallen over Kitty’s face when she’d looked at him in it for the first time, so there was that going for it. Plus, it had been, in a way, what had brought them together after a long and increasingly frustrating inability to locate her. It had played a part in him coming to realize that they both wanted the same thing out of this new layer to their relationship, as well as their mutual desire not to lose what they already had with each other. It had been what he was wearing when he’d had her in his arms, dancing with her, feeling the most comfortable he’d been the whole day, and the two of them had just agreed to find someplace private. They both knew there was a lot for them to discuss, and they’d been eager to get started. Exactly when that talk took place relative to the other things he’d been interested in was not as clear. They probably would have just made it up as they went along, but that was okay. They were extremely good at that sort of thing. And now here he was, alone with Kitty, seated precariously on the edge of a bed, with her in his arms. Just like they’d both intended in the first place. In a way, it made what he was wearing perfectly appropriate. That did not, however, change the fact that it really needed to not be on him right now. As he lost himself in another kiss, the jacket fell away and was soon forgotten. She could stand to be wearing less as well, he decided, lifting her shirt a little at a time while the kiss became more passionate, quickening his pace and sending a corona of heat through his body. He’d ached to run his fingers along the softness of her skin, to map her body through sensation rather than memory and the private moments they’d shared over the webcam. He felt his heart jump when she arched her back toward him a little, just as he reached the strap of her bra, and a small sound of desire escaped from him, muffled into a hum by their kiss. Before he got swept away in that, though, he reigned it in, just slightly enough to part his lips from hers and let her know that he saw a lot of potential in her being the bad influence for once. As he followed that to let her know that he remembered his promise to ask her if there was more she’d like him to be doing, he moved his hands to unhook her bra, letting the straps fall loose to her side. He’d been thinking about this for a long time, and he wouldn’t settle for anything to come between them for any part of it. Not even clothing. Kitty laughed, a sweet, soft, breathless sound, and she arched one eyebrow as her brown eyes sparked with amusement. "It might be easier, and faster, to tell you what I wouldn't like you to be doing," she said, answering his smirk in kind. That might be true, but wouldn’t be nearly as fun. "That's a lot shorter list right now, but you're off to a really good start." Grinning outright, he said, “I like the sound of that, because I’m not at all close to being finished.” To help illustrate the point, he slid his hands back to her sides and kept going until they found their way to just below her chest. Kitty phased her bra off, and as soon as it was out of the way his hands drifted over the swell of her breasts, cupping them for a moment while he lightly teased her nipples with the barest brush of his thumbs. After she discarded the bra completely, Pete finished nudging her tank top up and over her head. Then, because he also hadn’t forgotten they had powers, even before she’d demonstrated that, he gently pulled it to the side rather than waiting for her to lift her arms. They both knew that wasn’t necessary. He quickly tossed the shirt aside, leaving her nude from the waist up, and Kitty began to shift around on his lap. The movement sent little jolts of pleasure coursing through him. His hips rose slightly, giving her better access as she moved into position, trapping his thighs between her knees. One hand automatically moved to her ass, helping to support her. They were face to face again, hers tantalizingly close to his, her brown-eyed gaze momentarily stealing his breath. "And I did promise to save you from the suit if it attached itself to you, right?" she said in a soft voice while her hands moved to his shirt, fingers settling on the buttons. Pete used his feet to peel off his shoes and socks, kicking them aside as she began to unbutton his shirt, one at a time. He drew in a breath as her fingers moved over his stomach, leaving a heated trail wherever they touched. "I should probably get back to work on that, before it gets too comfortable where it is." She smiled then, and moved in for another kiss and he rose to meet her lips, eager for more. His eyes drifted shut, mouth moving passionately against hers. His free hand went back to her breast, giving it a light squeeze and gently pinching the nipple. Her hands neared the last of his buttons, and as they slid over his pecs he felt twin jolts fire though him. He leaned forward, craving more of her touch, intensifying the kiss and lifting his hips once again, completely lost in a whirlwind of sensation. And momentarily forgetting his tenuous perch on the edge of the bed. He felt himself crest over before gravity claimed him, giving him just enough time to break the kiss and gasp in surprise. He plummeted to the floor, taking Kitty with him. He swung his hands down to cushion her as they fell, but he needn’t have worried. It was a short trip and they landed on the carpet with no real impact to speak of. Pete tilted his head back, letting his head fall against the traitorous mattress and laughed softly, shoulders quaking. It took a bit for him to regain his composure, but that was fine. He was plenty comfortable right here. Blue eyes danced as they sought out Kitty’s, then they deepened to a smolder. “We’ve fallen, Pryde,” he said, just in case she hadn’t noticed. |
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| Shadowcat | Aug 4 2013, 10:35 PM Post #9 |
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Her shoes and his jacket down, somewhere on the floor now, keeping her sword company maybe. The wheres weren't really important. They were out of the way and that's all the thought she bothered to give them. Pete's shirt was going next, if she had any say at all in it. Or maybe her shirt would, as the palms of his hands slid along her sides and back, pushing the hem of her tank top ahead of them. Nimble fingers had her bra undone and she let out a breathless laugh. Well, she had told him to ask her about that list when they were in the same dimension again, but right now they'd save a lot of time if she just told him what she didn't want him him to do. It was a much, much shorter list, considering that, as she looked into those intense blue eyes, Kitty couldn't think of one single thing he could possibly do to or with her that she wouldn't want. He was, however, off to a very good start so far. With a grin that she was getting more used to seeing on his face - genuine and unguarded and full of promise - Pete assured her, “I like the sound of that, because I’m not at all close to being finished.”. Oh, she liked the sound of that. Really, really liked it. Then he proved that point further by running his hands up her sides again, igniting little fires along her skin in their wake and stopping at the bottom edge of her bra. That solved the mystery of the next discarded piece of clothing and her bra took it's own place on the floor or where ever. God, she definitely didn't care where as his hands closed over her breasts, warm and sure and sending a jolt of pleasure through her that had her breath catching in her throat. That feeling only intensified as he teased at her nipples, drawing another soft gasp from her as her back bowed again. Her tank top slid up higher and, despite the very, very pleasant distraction, she still managed to remember how to use her powers, phasing enough for the shirt to pass through her as he tugged it to the side without even. No need to even really think about it. Apparently the teamwork translated to this, too, when jello shots and surprise room invasions didn't throw things off. Good to know. She had made a promise to him, though. One that she was a little behind on keeping, but Kitty was blaming him at least partially for that, considering what he was up to was very distracting. A little minor shifting around, though, and they were face to face, her knees on either side of his hips. Pete shifted a little himself, hand on her ass to steady her and hips pressing up between her legs briefly. Heat washed through her and she pressed down briefly against him, instinctively seeking more contact. Wanting to feel him against her there. Her body telling her that would be a very, very nice diversion, too. Still, it was time to get back to rescuing Pete from that suit, before it became too attached or too comfortable. As for herself, well, she couldn't say she was uncomfortable at all right where she was. Watching his eyes, hearing that soft hitch in his breath as she loosed the buttons, one by one , fingers trailing over his skin as they opened and gave her access. Stomach, abdomen, working slowly toward his chest. And she had to kiss him again. Couldn't have resisted even if she'd wanted to. The feel of his mouth, his hand on her breast again, kneading and then a light pinch at her erect, sensitive nipple and, oh god, couldn't think after that. It drove everything else out of her head. Everything but sensation and heat and the need to return that passion and intensity in kind. His hips pressed up again and Kitty let gravity and friction work for her, her own hips pressing down again, rolling gently against his, fingers of one hand lifting to slide through his dark hair, trying to draw him closer. Right up until she realized gravity was at work in more ways than one here. The hell? What- Realization came a couple of milliseconds too late and by then they went bumping to the floor. Kitty didn't have time for more than a little yelp of surprise (and thank god not even time to phase; who the hell know where they'd have ended up or who they'd have ended up on) before she found herself half-sprawled on Pete's legs his head dropping back against the side of the mattress that had, apparently, decided they should be on the floor after all. Taking one look at him, she burst out laughing, shaking her head and bracing one hand on the carpet for balance. The other one, sort of halfway braced against his shoulder, she just left there. At least until she could manage to find the tattered pieces of her well lost composure again and Pete was not helping with his own laughing. At all. “We’ve fallen, Pryde,” he said, eyes filled amusement and passion that had her grinning back, even as it renewed that heated yearning that'd settled itself into the pit of her stomach. Did he think she hadn't noticed they were on the floor? Granted, she'd been distracted, but she wasn't sure it was possible to be quite that distracted, even with both of them only half-dressed at this point. "Your pride fell years ago," she pointed out with an affectionate grin and a very amused look, still fighting bouts of laughter and grasping his shirt with her other hand, now that she'd decided she was as balanced as she was likely to be. With a thought, she sent it sailing off behind her. "What's our next trick? Because I don't think even we can manage to fall off the floor." Through it maybe, but yeah, she'd rather pass on that for the moment |
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| Pete Wisdom | Aug 6 2013, 10:24 AM Post #10 |
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He could barely think, just driven to seek more. Their mouths seemed to fuse together in white-hot passion, his hands on her, her fingers like electricity on his chest and then oh, god her hips moving against him like that, pressing down against the rise of his own hips. One of her hands slid through his hair and then she began rolling against him. Christ, the feeling was enough to make him lose his mind and he didn’t care, lifting his hips further in wordless need to get closer, not even caring for the moment that his trousers and her jeans were still on. The sudden drop, however, that got Pete’s attention. Kitty’s too, as she let out a tiny, surprised yelp in the half-second it took for them to land on the carpet. He’d tried to hold her steady, but she still nearly wound up spilling onto the floor, held up only by the nestle of his hips and legs. As soon as the surprise wore off, the laughter began. Both of them, the sound vibrating through them as they tried to keep from collapsing further onto the floor. Apparently she was going to get to blame this on his bad influence after all. It took a bit longer to recover because she was not making it easier the way she kept laughing, but eventually he got himself sorted enough to inform her that they’d fallen. It was probably unnecessary, as he was sure she’d noticed by now, but it still seemed like the courteous thing to do. And just like that heat and desire swept through him as he looked at her. She was the most beautiful woman and he didn’t think he could possibly want her more. "Your pride fell years ago," she said with a warm grin, laughter threatening to overtake again. She seemed satisfied that she had her balance, though, and she took hold of his shirt again with her other hand. “Same time as me morals,” he agreed as she sent the shirt sailing off to some other part of the room. Pete found himself momentarily distracted by the spectacular view of her chest she was presenting, and he decided that being pinned against the floor and the bed, her in his lap, was a rather nice place to be right now. With the shirt gone, she said, "What's our next trick? Because I don't think even we can manage to fall off the floor." Pete laughed softly as he looked up into her hazel eyes. “If we do, we’ve got bigger things to worry about than the floor, yeah?” he said. Like, perhaps, the helicarrier suddenly deciding to pull a Posseidon on them. “And as far as out next trick goes,” he continued, sliding his hands over her legs, up halfway to her knees and then back down to the buttons of her jeans. “I thought we might make our clothing disappear.” Which had been their first trick, he supposed, but that didn’t matter. It was a good trick. They could move along to the show stoppers later. He dipped his head toward one of her breasts, kissing the soft curve of it tenderly before he moved on to the other and repeated the gesture. He undid her button and as he clasped the tab of her zipper between two fingers, his other hand moved to the edge of her knickers. With deliberate slowness he drew the zipper down, and his other hand slipped underneath the panties and followed, fingers edging ever closer to her heated center. Following the exact same pace, he traced a line of kisses up her chest, past her collar bone, and up her neck, pausing to nip lightly at the spot just below her jaw right as his hands finished their journey. Shifting his legs to help adjust to their angle and movements, his fingers traced light strokes over her delicate skin, feeling the heat of it. His other hand moved back around to her hip as he turned his eyes back to her once more. “God, I missed you, Kitty,” he said, and swept in to capture her mouth with his. He had to kiss her again. No matter what else they did tonight, he was certain there should be more of that. Kissing her was something he was never going to get tired of. |
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| Shadowcat | Aug 7 2013, 01:03 AM Post #11 |
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They were on the floor. Somehow, call her crazy, but this wasn't really that much of a surprise. Half-sprawled on the floor, half-naked, too, in the bargain and both of them still laughing, despite attempts to the contrary. Which Pete was not helping with, but then she was pretty sure she'd noted that already. It bore noting again, though, as he decided to point out the obvious. Apparently just in case she hadn't noticed. Yes, he'd fallen and no that didn't help with the laughing at all. She did manage to shoot back the appropriate reply, at least, between the laughter. That was something. She also remembered to go ahead and get his shirt out of the way, too. As long as things were hitting the floor, including them, might as well add one more to the pile. “Same time as me morals,” he agreed as she rendered him shirtless and managed to regain whatever balance she had left so she wasn't even more on the floor than they'd already managed. Taking general stock of the situation, Kitty decided that 1) they officially failed at strategic planning again, and 2 ) it wasn't exactly the worst position she'd ever found herself in. Pete was a little trapped, but he wasn't complaining about that and neither was she. They really were going to have to work on their placement skills, though. Her brain promptly supplied her with various points around the room that they could use for practice and she filed those away. Later. Definitely later. Right now, the question was: what would they do for their next amazing feat of planning and coordination? Since she was pretty sure even they couldn't manage to actually fall off the floor. Those blue eyes looked up to hers again as Pete let out another laugh. Soft this time and she could feel the sound resonate against her palm of her now free hand as she laid it against his bare chest. “If we do, we’ve got bigger things to worry about than the floor, yeah?” he said which was true enough and she wasn't personally in any hurry to re-enact the Hindenburg disaster with a hundred thousand tons or so of giant metal helicarrier. “And as far as out next trick goes,” he continued, sliding his hands over her legs, up halfway to her knees and then back down to the buttons of her jeans. “I thought we might make our clothing disappear.” With a soft, "Mmmmmm," of pleasure and very pleasant prickle of growing anticipation as his palms slid along her thighs, Kitty shifted in a bit closer, knees moving farther apart in silent invitation. God, but she liked the feel of his hands on her. "We were working on that, weren't we? Right before the floor launched it's attack?" Or maybe it was the mattress. Or, yeah, maybe they should've just gave in to the inevitable and started on the floor to begin with. "It is a pretty good trick." One she was more than happy to get on with, however he liked. The conventional way or the express route. Brown eyes on his, she stroked her fingers along his breastbone, warm skin under her fingertips as they trailed lower. He leaned in toward her, head dipping down and lips warm on first one breast, then the other, sending another soft wave of pleasure through her as the movement of her fingers stuttered briefly in their explorations. It was tender and erotic and it made it very, very difficult to think of anything else but the need for more of that contact. Her other hand tightened on his shoulder, urging him closer as Pete popped the button on her jeans. Amazing how much easier that was when everything was where it should be, instead of located in completely random places nobody could manage to find. No problems this time, though, and he tugged the zipper down as she shifted slightly, raising up a little to make it easier and pulse hammering in her ears as his other hand brushed at the edge of her panties. As the zipper went down, his fingers slipped inside and she let out a soft, breathless moan, muscles coiling expectantly and skin flushing as he moved lower. At the same time, his mouth was on her skin again, leaving a heated trail over her chest, neck, collarbone, teeth nipping gently just under her jaw and sending a jolt of pure desire down to her toes. He really was a tease, she decided foggily, fingers skimming over his stomach and questing lower as he adjusted his position a little. Moving to the button of his pants as she pushed her hips forward, pressing into his touch. She might just go crazy if he kept doing that, but right now she didn't care. All she wanted was more. More of that, more of him. More of this intense feeling that was pleasure and desire, want and need, trust and affection, and something more than that all rolled into one. So intense it stole her breath, had her heart thudding in her chest and her knees going weak. Pete's other hand moved to her hip and he looked up at her again. “God, I missed you, Kitty,” and he moved in for another kiss. Heated and insistent and oh god, she loved kissing him, too. The feel of him, the taste of him, the way it made the room seem to spin around her without needing any help from jello shot or anything else. Lips parting, she deepened the kiss, fingers working to undo the button on his pants. Then tugging the zipper down slowly, deciding now would be a very good time for her jeans to be out of the way. Phasing just enough to let them fall to the floor so she could kick them out of the way, her arm hooked around his neck, drawing him in closer, fingertips tracing a path along the line of fine, dark hair from his navel to the waistband of his underwear. "I missed you, too, Pete," she told him breathlessly, smouldering brown eyes fluttering open and meeting his again as she pulled back from the kiss and trying to catch the breath she couldn't seem to keep up with, letting her fingers wander from his waistband downward, slipping inside his open fly. With the pad of her thumb, she traced a slow, light path from the base of his cock, along the shaft and to the head. One of the many places she'd been dying to touching him during that first webcam call. Before they were done, she was planning on getting to all of them. "Bonnie without Clyde doesn't work nearly so well, you know." Or Ren without Stimpy, but that one didn't work quite as well in this situation as analogies went. |
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| Pete Wisdom | Aug 8 2013, 11:30 AM Post #12 |
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The floor wasn’t so bad, really. The way Kitty had Pete trapped probably had a lot to do with that impression, so he was in no hurry to go anywhere else at the moment. It did occur to him that, in the dim memory of things he’d said right before drifting off to sleep, he’d remarked that the proper way to deal with how badly they’d failed at planning was to do better in the future. Considering the fact that later he’d requested she not fall off the bed and now here they’d both gone and done exactly that (which she was welcome to blame entirely on him) he’d have to say they were doing significantly worse. They’d just have to work on it. And the floor was just as good a place to start as any. There were lots of other places around the room that would be good as well, though. They’d have to get to those to make absolutely sure they had it right. Not just yet, though. For now, he was happy to stay right here with her on his lap. As Kitty had pointed out, even they probably couldn’t manage to fall off the floor, at least. They’d have to find something else for their next trick, and Pete already had something in mind. A little vanishing act for their clothing, to be specific. Kitty shifted closer, spreading her knees further apart, irresistible to his hands as they roamed back up her inner thighs. God, did she have any idea how sexy those sighs were? "We were working on that, weren't we? Right before the floor launched it's attack?" she informed him. “I think it was a team effort with the mattress,” he said. Her hand on his chest felt very nice, and he shifted a little higher, urging her to continue exploring. “And we can’t leave a good trick like that half finished, yeah?” He was sure he’d have no problem getting her to agree with him there. "It is a pretty good trick." “There’s more on the way,” he assured her. “And better. Much better.” First things first, however, and that meant getting rid of her jeans. Slowly. First the button which, thank god, was where it belonged this time, and then the zipper. Slowly. His free hand slipping underneath her panties and following the progression of the zipper in perfect counterpoint to the tender kisses he trailed over her breasts and past her collarbone and up her neck. The hand on his chest lost its momentum in trembling starts, her other hand tightening on his shoulder as she released a breathy moan that drove him even further. He wanted to feel all of her, kiss her everywhere, taste her and give her pleasure in every place and every way she liked. It didn’t matter what or where or how, he couldn’t think of anything she might want that he wasn’t perfectly willing to do. And finally he was there, her zipper completely undone, fingers caressing the sensitive flesh in light strokes as she pressed into his touch, silently urging him closer. Her hand began a slow trail down his chest, and his breath grew shallow in anticipation. He’d missed her. God how he’d missed her. He’d only thought he knew how much when he’d been forcibly separated from her, but now, having her with him, he was starting to get a much truer sense of it. A truer sense of how much she meant to him. It was all there, partner, friend, confidant, lover, the missing part of him and still more, other things he couldn’t quite yet define, but could sense enough to know they were there. And he had to kiss her again. God, how he loved to kiss her. Her lips parted and the next moment their tongues danced while they kissed. She was damn good at that, and he matched her intensity as their mouths moved against each other. Her hands had the button of his trousers undone, and as she drew down the zipper, he felt her jeans start to slip away. The hand he’d moved to her hip took hold of her knickers and drew them through her while she was still phased, tossing them aside even as she kicked her jeans away. Much better, he decided. His fingers slid within her slick folds and moved upward until they found her clit. When he’d watched her over the webcam he’d paid attention to her response to everything she did, and he did so again now, gauging what she liked the most, eager to learn all the secrets her body had to offer. He pressed against it slightly before tracing slow, light circles over the nub. Her arm had found its way around his neck to pull him closer while the fingers of her other hand slid further, down through the soft hairs below his navel and pausing at the waistband of his pants. She broke the kiss and said, "I missed you, too, Pete," in a breathless voice, and something in his stomach made a curious, pleasant flip at the sound of those words. Her eyes slipped open, capturing him with the smoky desire burning within. She seemed to be having a little trouble breathing, but then, so was he. He hand moved lower, slipping inside his fly and oh god, yes. Her thumb brushed be base of his cock and then drew up the shaft, sending a long, continuous jolt of fire up along the path as he twitched and throbbed against her touch as it reached the head. The sensation sent his thoughts scattering and before he had a chance to forget to breathe he let out a low, deep moan. He’d imagined this- and more- many times, but it couldn’t hope to compare to the reality. "Bonnie without Clyde doesn't work nearly so well, you know." A soft, stuttering laugh gusted out of him. Yes, he did still remember how to breathe after all, it seemed. “No, it doesn’t,” he agreed, remembering her dismissal of the idea back in Dream Nails. It was better than the other suggestions which had followed, though, that was certain. “So you’ve finally decided to take up a life of crime after all, yeah?” he asked. His finger drew back down, deeper, and slipped just inside her while his other hand moved to her ass and cupped it, giving it a gentle squeeze. “If I had to guess, I’d say you’re already on the Most Wanted list around here.” Lowering his head, he softly kissed her breast once move before closing his lips around her nipple, flicking his tongue against it, then rolling over it in a slow motion before pinching it between his teeth in the faintest, gentle nip. The finger inside her pushed deeper, moving more intently before he slipped it out and drew back over her clit. He had his own Wanted list. A different sort, and she was the only one on it. Now that he had her, he wasn’t about to let her go, not for a good, long while. In some ways, probably not ever. |
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| Shadowcat | Aug 10 2013, 01:21 PM Post #13 |
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More. She was definitely in favor of more. Whether the floor had launched the preemptive attack or the mattress had or whether it was a team effort, well, that she wasn't so worried about just now. They were doing just fine, regardless. The amazing trick of getting rid of their clothes, that one was a little closer to the top of the list. But more - more of the way Pete was touching her, more of the way he responded when she touched him, just more - that was at the number one spot. The top of that list. Better, that idea sent a fresh wave of heated anticipation surging through her. It mingled with the little electric jolts of pleasure as Pete's fingers slid over her skin, questing lower and nearly derailing her own intentions entirely. Her own fingers stuttered briefly, all her concentration centered on that tense expectancy. Need and desire and god she wanted him touching her. She couldn't seem to get enough of him touching her. Couldn't seem to even think of anything else. Then he was kissing her again, his mouth hot and welcome and she sank into it, the feel and taste of him, lips and tongue moving with his. Her jeans were just in the way now and it only took a second's thought to get rid of them. Pete took the opportunity to deal with her panties at the same time. Cool air on her skin and the heat of his hand as it slid between her legs and for a few moments Kitty was positive she forgot how to breathe, how to think, how to do anything but respond, muscles tensing and hips jerking as those careful, clever fingers found just the right spot. The temperature of the room, she was positive, suddenly jumped several degrees and she pulled back from the kiss, breaking it reluctantly as she tried futilely to catch her breath. Shifting slightly in an instinctive bid to give him better access, her own fingers found their target, stroked along his cock from base to tip, hyper-conscious of the way he responded, the way he throbbed and jerked at her touch. Wanting to keep making him moan that way, the sound encouraging and enticing and sexy as hell. Just wanting him. She'd missed him, too. More than she'd have imagined she ever could in just four short days. Missed his presence, the sound of his voice, even missed the smell of those damned cigarettes, though there was no way she was ever admitting that one. Missed the ability to turn and know he was right there, next to her. Bonnie without Clyde, as it turned out, wasn't quite the same. Pete let out a hitching laugh and she grinned a little. Would he rather she go back to Ren and Stimpy? Because she was pretty sure that one applied to them more of the time than Bonnie and Clyde actually did. “No, it doesn’t,” he agreed, as she brushed the pad of her thumb back and forth lightly over the head of his cock, watching his face. “So you’ve finally decided to take up a life of crime after all, yeah?”. Before she could form the words for an answer, his finger slid inside her, stealing her attention and her breath again on a low moan of pleasure. Muscles clenched tight at the sensual, welcome invasion, hips rocking as his other hand moved to her ass, squeezing gently and only adding fuel to the fire spreading outward from everywhere he touched. Building on itself with every second. "I have been doing a little breaking, entering, and petty theft, now that you mention it," she finally managed, more than a little breathlessly and watching him through half-lidded eyes. He was driving her insane, in the very best, most amazing way possible and she let her own hand wander, fingers curling around his hard cock, stroking slowly downward, then up again, other hand stroking along his neck, then fingers moving up to follow the line of his jaw. “If I had to guess, I’d say you’re already on the Most Wanted list around here.” His lips moved to her breast again, leaving her skin tingling, then closed over her nipple, hot and moist and making her ache for more. "So are you," she told him, voice a breathless almost purr as she shifted a little again, back arching and pressing in closer to him, fingers tightening their grip on his cock out of instinct more than intention. Another slow, firmer stroke and she had the presence of mind left to remember his pants. Releasing him more than a little reluctantly, she still remember her powers, though right now that was something of a surprise even to her. Feeling and doing was definitely overtaking thinking, but half a second's concentration had his pants and underwear phased off and out of the way and her hand on him again. Her nails raked lightly along the inside of his thigh, curious fingers moving up to brush lightly over his balls, stuttering in their exploration a little again as his teeth nipped at her gently, setting sensitive nerve endings alight. His fingers pushed into her deeper and she gasped, breath coming short and quick as she pushed her hips down, seeking more. Deeper. "Oh god," the words came out on a soft moan of pleasure as she pressed closer, shuddering as his fingers moved to her clit again, feeling that electric jolt again, stronger, as it shot through her, leaving even her fingertips tingling. "Pete..." she murmured, pressing in closer still, heated skin brushing against his as the fingers of one hand tangled in his hair. Her other hand found his stiff cock again, wrapping around the base, moving upward with a slow, firm stroke. Letting her fingers tease lightly at the head when they reached their destination. God, she wanted him. Wanted him inside her, touching her, as close to her as she could get him, but not just that. Wanted him in a way she couldn't have imagined would be this strong. More than just physical, though that was most definitely there without any doubt at all, especially right now. Wanted him in a way that went so deep she wasn't sure how she could've missed it until now. She wanted him. |
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| Pete Wisdom | Aug 11 2013, 05:50 PM Post #14 |
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At least she hadn’t mentioned Ren and Stimpy, which seemed to suit them a lot better as their mutant dynamic duo analogues most of the time. Right now he much preferred the comparison to Bonnie and Clyde, and she was right, it really didn’t work as well when one was without the other. Four months ago they’d joked about it. Now, they could still laugh, he could always laugh with her, but it was truer than he’d ever imagined possible. Things hadn’t been right with her gone. In four months, this was what Pryde and Wisdom had become, and the days since she was taken from him had made him increasingly aware of that fact. His next comment was momentary lost as Kitty softly teased her thumb back and forth over the sensitive head of his cock. Thoughts spun out again, and Pete briefly lost the ability to speak, his fingers faltering to a stop as his eyes slipped shut and a deep gasp of utter bliss escaped, hips jerking toward her seeking more as his body responded to the incredible sensation her talented fingers drew out of him. Any moment now he was going to go crazy, just from her touch, and it was too fantastic for him to care past how much he wanted it. Wanted her. God, he wanted her. Somehow he managed to recover enough to open his eyes, pull his thoughts back and gather them into semi-coherence, enough to make a playful observation about her finally turning to a life of crime. Watching her response, he decided to turn the tables on her a little as well, and slipped his finger inside her, just a little. He felt her clench around him, her low moan seeming to reverberate against his skin as much as his ears while her hips rocked against him. Her answer, when it finally came, filtered through shallow breaths as she looked at him with hazy eyes he could still clearly see burning with desire behind her half-closed lids. Her fingers curled around his stiff cock, and then began to stroke the length, down and up and back with a delicious slowness that was Heaven and torture all at the same time. He moaned again, long and ragged, his other hand squeezing her ass without conscious thought. There was no conscious thought. Only sensation and need and the demands of his body and he rocked against her, back arching, hips rising, the brace of the mattress the only thing keeping him from sinking the rest of the way to the carpet and taking her with him. Her other hand trailed sensuously up his neck, making him shiver as it reached his jaw and traced along the line of it. Tender and unbelievably erotic. The whole room seemed to be growing hotter despite how quickly they’d been removing their clothing. Tiny beads of sweat began to form on his chest, for the moment barely perceptible beneath the soft hair. "I have been doing a little breaking, entering, and petty theft, now that you mention it," she said, the words managing the slip past the waves of sensation and into his consciousness. “Don’t forget kidnapping…” he added breathlessly, half aware he’d even said it. Were they even talking about what she’d done for the Resistance anymore? For all he knew they could just be putting a different spin on everything they’d done since throwing themselves at each other down at the party. If she hadn’t managed to get on the Most Wanted list around here by now, she could at least be certain she was the only one on his. He brought his attention back to her breast, kissing her nipple, letting his tongue play against the stiff tip and the outer edge. "So are you," she said, arching her back against him, and something about those words and the way she said it sent his pulse racing and the room spinning again in ways that had nothing to do with the feel of her fingers as they gripped his cock more firmly. Another slow pump of her hand left him gasping again, releasing her nipple to steady himself before moving his attention to her other breast. God, what the hell were his pants still doing on? She must have realized it too, as she released him, nearly making him moan in protest before he realized what she was doing. A moment later she had his pants and trousers phased off him and cast aside. And then her hand was back, nails lightly skimming his inner thigh before brushing over his balls, feather touches against the hairs and sensitive skin that were steadily making him lose his mind. She only stopped when his teeth lightly scraped her nipple and he pressed his finger deeper inside her. A sharp gasp flew out of her, her breathing reduced to bursts while he hips ground against him, pressing closer, demanding more. "Oh god," she said, her body nearly trembling against him, pressed so close he could feel her with every nerve where their skin met. "Pete..." Her murmering voice was almost desperate now, lost to sighs and moans as she pressed even closer against him. He lifted his head, welcoming the contact, wanting to crush her chest against his. Wanting more. Wanting everything. Wanting her. Her hand went to his hair, fingers tangling through the dark strands, while her other hand found his hard cock and wrapped against the base. The fingers stroked up the length again, slow but urgent, stoking the fires of his need to a blazing inferno. Her finger found the head of his cock again and rubbed at it, all the nerves firing off electric jolts of pleasure through him wherever her skin touched his. “Yes, Kitty,” he moaned, his breath hot and ragged. He moved both hands to her waist, fingers circling it as he drew her closer, guiding her even as she guided him. “Yes,” he said again, and there was so much in that single word he couldn’t decide weather it was encouragement, approval, acknowledgement, desire, answer to her wordless request. All of that. And more. Because in there was also a declaration, an awareness that there were only so many ways to explain the way his heart warmed and beat faster as he gazed into her eyes right now. The way his skin tingled in ways that had nothing to do with the fine edge of anticipation as he set her down, right against the base of his cock. He gripped her waist tighter, teasing them both as she parted around his shaft while he slowly dragged her along the length of it, until at last his tip was poised at her entrance. Guiding her down, he raised his hips, letting out a louder moan as he felt himself slide into her as far as he could go. “Yes,” he said again, and this time it was all sensation, every acute spark of pleasure racing through him, all heat and sensation and glorious rapture compressed into a single, drawn out syllable. Now, at last, joined like this, everything that had been missing was back and a sense of completeness washed over him. He held her steady, savoring that even as the physical sensations reached a level that was not quite as intense but still deeply pleasurable. Nothing between them at all, now. They were as close as they could possibly be, in every single way. All but one, he amended, as he moved in to kiss her once more, mouth pressed against hers, lips parting while their tongues played against each other. His arms slid up, one gripping her shoulder while the other slid trough her hair. He held her like that, just enjoying the kiss, the taste of her, the feel of being inside her and connected to her in ways that went far beyond that. He moved his mouth down slightly, catching her lower lip lightly between his teeth and ran his tongue over it. Then, reluctantly, he broke the kiss and spent a brief moment gasping for air. Smiling as he looked at her, fingers lazily stroking through her hair, he tried to speak. “Kitty, I-” he said breathlessly, before another gasp cut him short. He took a deep breath, and looked at her, letting the sight of her beautiful face help him master himself back into something closer to even breaths and coherence. His hand drifted from the back of her head and slid over to her cheek, gently cupping it as he held her gaze. “You are so beautiful,” he said, voice steadier, though not much. Enough to express how much he cared as he spoke, though, and that was good enough for him. At least for now. Expression growing more serious, he swallowed and added, “It’s been a long time since I’ve done this.” He wouldn’t have to explain what ‘this’ meant. Not to her. “There are reasons.” Reasons she needed to know. He’d been wanting to tell her since the wedding, though he hadn’t quite expected to do it at this particular moment. They did have a way of doing things out of the usual order, however, and in a way, with them like this, it made a perfect kind of sense. Maybe only to the two of them, but in the end, it didn’t need to make sense to anyone else, did it? |
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| Shadowcat | Aug 12 2013, 10:23 PM Post #15 |
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Kidnapping. Right. She'd done that, too. Right now, exactly who she'd helped kidnap eluded her halfhearted efforts to remember. The thoughts were slippery and hard to hold onto in the face of the breathless sound of Pete's voice, the way he was touching her. The feelings and sensations, wants and needs, building one on the other. No doubt she was on a Most Wanted List of some kind by now, but there was only one of those she was interested in, or cared about being on. The companion to the one she had of her own, and there was only one person on that one. Right now and for the foreseeable future. That one person was the man leaving her breathless as his hands moved over her, that left her head spinning when he kissed her. That drove every single thought out of her head except for here and now and him. Her own hands explored, touched, caressed, wanting to touch him everywhere at once. She wondered briefly and absently why he was still wearing his damned pants, but that was easy to fix. Kitty didn't waste any more time doing exactly that, sending them off to where ever, hands moving back to their journey over heated skin. Stuttering in their quest as his teeth nipped gently at her engorged nipple, fingers pushing deeper inside her, stealing her breath again and making her shudder with the sheer, nearly overwhelming pleasure of just having him touch her there. Nerve endings firing in a sharp, staggering cascade, she pressed in closer, wanting the heat of his skin against her as she murmured a few jumbled words, including his name. They came out on a soft moan as she tired to get closer to him, get more contact, get... More. “Yes, Kitty,” he moaned, his breath hot and ragged and sending another hot shiver of want and need sizzling through her. She let out a soft, wordless half-protest as his hands moved to her waist, but that died away as he repeated, “Yes,” the sound seeming to hold meaning beyond just that simple answer. Her heart slammed in her chest, anticipation coiling tighter in her belly as he coaxed her in against him, fingers tightening on her skin and, oh god, pulled her into his lap, hard shaft of his cock pressed between her legs. With a gasp, hands moving to his shoulders for balance, she shifted, opened her legs more and saw stars behind her eyes as the hands at her hips pressed her in, urged her up, though he didn't really have to. Her body was already seeking the contact, the sensations it wanted, hips pushing forward, pressing hard against him as her breath released in shallow little puffs. Half-lidded eyes on his, she rocked against him, savoring that sweet, tight building of pressure that might drive her crazy before this was over, but that she couldn't help wanting more of. God, such a tease. Definitely. She'd have to remember to point that out when she was a lot closer to coherent again. Then he was right there and anything close to coherent went completely out the window and she couldn't do anything but follow the pressure of his hands, back arching and another low moan escaping as she moved down to meet his upward thrust. He slid into her, hard length of him filling her, easing that persistently growing ache that had settled between her legs, replacing it with a hot, restless pressure. Breathe. She seriously needed to remember how to breathe. Or not, since Pete was kissing her again and she decided breathing was overrated compared to that. Mouth opening to him, she promptly forgot everything else again. Everything but this. Him. Arms slipping around his neck again, the fingers of one hand found their way back to the soft hair at the nape of his neck, skimming over and through the dark strands of hair. Pete pulled back, leaving her more breathless than before, a condition not helped at all when his teeth scraped at her bottom lip, tongue following in it's wake and drawing another low moan from her. Just when she thought she couldn't possibly want him more, he managed to prove her wrong and her hips rolled against his. Slowly, drawing out the burst of sensuous pleasure it brought with it as he smiled at her. More than just passion there and she returned it with a soft smile of her own as his fingers combed through her hair. That look, that smile it made something inside her go soft and warm in a way that was more than just building passion and desire. “Kitty, I-” he said breathlessly then cut off as he apparently tried to remember the whole concept of regular breathing, too. Good to know she wasn't alone in that one. If they passed out, at least they were already on the floor. Almost to her surprise and in something of a counterpoint to the heat and almost desperate passion of a few seconds before, his hand moved forward, stroking along her cheek and then cupping it in his palm, those intense blue eyes she'd come to know so well still holding hers. Something in her stomach did another, quick little flip. “You are so beautiful,” he told her, completely unexpectedly, and there her cheeks went again, heating up like they had on Friday night. He was getting way too good at making her blush. She'd almost think he was trying. Funny that she didn't really mind at all, “It’s been a long time since I’ve done this.” That was equally unexpected and Kitty couldn't stop her eyebrows from climbing up her forehead, even as she turned her head to brush her lips lightly over his palm. Maybe there was a little too much lack of oxygen happening... "There are reasons.” Turning her head back to face him, Kitty smiled softly, shifting on his lap just slightly as one brow lifted a little higher and an irrepressible hint of humor glinted in brown eyes. "You do remember we did this Friday, right?" she teased gently. Okay, so that wasn't what he'd meant, but it would be completely against the Pryde and Wisdom rules of engagement to just let it go. "Just because we're on the floor doesn't mean I can't find a way to get to the pillows anyway." Something that she felt a need to point out before they moved on to the real subject here. The next moment her expression turned more serious again, a match to his, fingers still stroking through his hair as she watched his face. Yeah, she knew there was more and she knew he wasn't talking about what they were doing right now. Maybe it was a strange choice of times to have a conversation, possibly especially that conversation, or at least what she suspected it would be. But when, exactly, had they ever done anything the normal way? "It's been a while for me, too, Pete," she admitted, voice quiet as she tilted her head forward, forehead resting lightly against his and free hand stroking over the curve of his shoulder. "Tell me," Kitty added, just as quietly, still very, very aware of their position, of how he felt, the warmth of his skin, that need still simmering under the surface. But that was all right the passion and the heat and the desire, they didn't have to be separate from this softer, quieter thing. They shouldn't be. The way her heart turned over when he looked at her, when his fingers brushed along her cheek. The way just having him nearby made her happy, made her feel like things were finally right again. Whole. Yeah, it might have been a while, but she knew those feelings. |
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