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| Chasing The Night; 05/23-evening- (617 Pete & Kitty) | |
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| Pete Wisdom | Aug 16 2013, 01:02 PM Post #16 |
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Knows perfectly well what canny means
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Yes. Kitty must have noticed how full and deep that single word had turned out, even as Pete did himself. He wasn’t certain if that meant she was aware of everything that had found its way into it, but that one bit in particular, which he was only starting to see for what it really was himself, was every bit as true as all the rest. He was hers, without reservation. Yes. Her tiny noise of dissent faded before it had a chance to fully form, replaced by a gasp as he guided her onto his lap, the base of his cock trapped between her legs, rubbing against the same spot his fingers had been only half a moment before. Her hands quickly found their way to his shoulders, holding herself steady, though she needn’t have worried. The last thing he’d ever do was let her go. She opened herself to him a little more, legs spreading slightly as she eagerly pressed against him without any need of his encouragement. His hips rose up, meeting hers as she drove herself harder against him, almost demanding, causing him to gasp himself as a flood of sensation shot through him. Little bursts of light flashed behind his eyes. His skin flushed anew, leaving it tingling and craving more. The tight hold of her waist was hardly needed as they urged her up, sliding along his length. She readily moved with him, the gentle pull of his arms seeming to set the pace more than act as guide. Pete watched her, blue eyes fixed on hers as he watched the building excitement play over her face. A torrent of quick, low puffs of breath spilled out of her as she slowly drew closer and then, oh god, she rocked against him, nearly driving him wild right there. His hips jumped, threatening to buck her off of him, but his fingers remained locked around her, not loosening in the slightest while his stiff shaft throbbed against the slick heat enveloping it. Yes. His body was practically moving on its own as she finally crested over and he felt the head of his cock at her entrance. Every muscle in his body seemed to tense and coil in anticipation. Impossibly, his cock hardened more than it had already been a second ago, and he lowered Kitty onto him, hips rising again as he slid inside her in a single smooth, steady thrust. He couldn’t think anymore, couldn’t speak, not anything that would have made sense to the human ear. There was only motion and pleasure and want and need and her. Their moans mingled with each other, Kitty bowing her back, breasts jutting out as he filled her, the rising urgency concentrated abating slightly, heat and tension taking its place and surrounding him. And then he was kissing her again. Deep and sensual, her lips pressed to his as she returned it with equal passion. The world condensed again to nothing but her, and them, their mouths opening to each other, arms embracing, fingers threading through each others hair and the constant, unmuted bliss of being inside her. Another breathless moan escaped from her as he lightly clasped her bottom lip between his teeth and ran his tongue over it. She rolled her hips against him in a single, slow wave of motion that knocked what little breath he’d managed to draw right back out in a quick gasp and a low, rising moan. Oh Christ that was amazing. Pleasure coursed through him and his eyes slipped shut for a moment, neck tilting back as his head pressed against the mattress. His eyes reopened almost immediately and he smiled at her, growing desire and affection and that new layer that raised his pulse and body temperature almost by itself. He tried to speak, tried to tell her… something. He wasn’t even sure himself, but the simple need to breathe cut him off, and he was left gasping as he tried to remember that simple, basic act. Kitty looked like she was having just as much trouble. He wouldn’t be at all surprised at this point if they just fell over unconscious at some point. Not yet, though. Air finally found its way into his lungs as he gazed into her soft hazel eyes, and his hand moved to her cheek, gently stroking it before he cupped it with an affection and softness completely unlike the earlier intensity of their passion. She was beautiful. He couldn’t help telling her, and thought he wouldn’t have thought it possible, she became even more beautiful right then as she looked at him, color rising to her cheeks. Yes. What they were doing, the way he felt, it had been a long time. Kitty’s eyebrows rose up sharply, but she turned her head slightly, a light brush of her lips against his palm and he knew she understood what he really meant by that. All the same, when she turned her head back toward him, shifting on his lap in a way that felt very nice and was very distracting and she’d probably done on purpose for both those reasons, she smiled softly even as one of her brows climbed a little higher and her eyes sparkled with undisguised humor. In a soft, teasing voice she said, "You do remember we did this Friday, right?" and despite the more serious matter on his mind, he couldn’t help chuckling at her question. When Rachel had made herself comfortable in the jaguar she claimed belonged to her (still wasn't buying that line she was trying to feed him about the custom license), after all the singing and repeated claims that he’d ravished Kitty, Pete had told his new friend on no uncertain terms that he was never going to forget that night or pretend it hadn’t happened. "Just because we're on the floor doesn't mean I can't find a way to get to the pillows anyway." Pete rolled his hips slightly in a long, steady motion. “You are getting good at that,” Pete said with a soft smile. It wasn’t the first time she’d decided he’d be a good practice subject for her newest method of attack. “I thought we might find some other ways to use them this time.” He leaned forward, giving her another kiss, this one softer and less intense, giving instead of demanding. “And I’ll always remember that night,” he added, meeting her eyes again. “It’s one of me fondest memories.” The playful edge of Kitty’s expression faded then, equaling the serious one which had fallen over him. Her eyes studied him, fingers stroking his hair, which was soothing and helped make it easier. It might have been strange to choose this moment for this particular talk, or any kind of talk, possibly, but it made sense for them. This nearness, this contact, this complete sense of connection and openness, bare to each other on every level, it seemed that had been what they’d both been seeking, what they’d been waiting for to make this right, to make it what it needed to be. "It's been a while for me, too, Pete," she said in a quiet voice, and she let her forehead tip down to rest comfortably on his, her hand at his shoulder lightly stroking the curve of it. "Tell me," she added, still quiet, still tender. He knew this was as important to her as it was to him. Pete nodded. He was still very conscious of the comfortable weight of her on his lap, the steady heat and pressure of being inside her. Not a distraction, but another part of the whole, one that belonged just as much. He couldn’t have split the two if he wanted, and that was the furthest thing from his mind. “The contract killer me sister mentioned,” he said, letting his hand drift from her cheek down to her hip. “Her name was Sari. Sari St. Hubbins.” The name almost hurt to say. It had been a long time since he’d spoken it out loud. She may have gone out of mention, but he’d never been able remove her from his memory. “We met when I was still M.I.6,” he continued, swallowing and letting his breath out in a sad sigh. The hand at her shoulder tightened into a gentle squeeze. “We were happy. We were-“ he gave his head a slight shake, eyes squeezing shut momentarily. “I promised her I’d never let me work come between us. I promised her I wouldn’t let anything do that. We thought we had our whole lives ahead of us.” His hips rose toward her slightly, and he sighed again, this time with pleasure. Pete’s lips thinned for a moment, then he bent down to the nape of her neck and nuzzled it a little. Pulling back, he lifted his eyes back toward her, expression sobering further even as another wave of affection made it feel like something was melting inside him. “After I was promoted into Black Air, she took a job. I found out about it, and I broke that promise.” His voice was an even razor line of pain and regret. “I had Black Air take her in before she could make the hit. I had no choice. It was sodding Queen Elizabeth.” He let that hang there for a moment, moving his hand from her shoulder to her waist. “She didn’t understand, called it a minor assassination. She was sick in the head. I was trying to help her, get her some rehab…” Pete tilted his head forward, repeating Kitty’s gesture as he rested it lightly against her forehead. “She went on and on about that promise. Said I was no good. That I was poison. That I’d hurt everyone who ever got close to me. She said I'd ruin their lives, just like hers.” And he’d believed her. Not anymore. He knew now that she was wrong, that it was just another part of what made her sick. But back then, all he could think about was how he’d broken that promise, and that she was right about him. |
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| Shadowcat | Aug 18 2013, 04:17 PM Post #17 |
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Immaterial Girl
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They both had, in fact, done this pretty recently. With each other, even. Just last Friday night, though it still felt like those four days between then and now were more like four weeks. So much had happened it seemed pretty impossible that it'd all been crammed into just a few days. Even Pete couldn't possibly forget that fast. Neither of them had been even close to that drunk. But if he had? Well, just because he'd managed to send them crashing to the floor (with or without the possible aide of an uncooperative mattress) didn't mean she couldn't still find a way to reach the pillows from here. She was teasing him a little, yeah, since she knew that sex wasn't the this Pete meant, but he chuckled, hips pressing up in a steady roll, pushing into and against her in that way that stole her breath again and obliterated anything else she might've said just then. Did he have any idea what that did to her? “You are getting good at that,” Pete said with a soft smile and whether her meant the pillow assault or more current activities or something else entirely, Kitty didn't bother trying to figure it out. Just followed the needs and demands of her own body, hips rocking lightly against him in turn. “I thought we might find some other ways to use them this time.” Well, that definitely got her attention and she only had enough time to give him an amused, intrigued look before he was kissing her again. Not heated and demanding this time, but soft and warm and maybe even more intimate for that. It made something inside her soften and melt. “And I’ll always remember that night,” he added, meeting her eyes again. “It’s one of me fondest memories.” Briefly, she laid her palm against his cheek in turn, meeting those brilliant blue eyes and smiling softly. "Mine, too," she agreed and knew that, no matter what, it always would be. This wasn't anything she'd done in a long while, either, and she needed him to know that as much as he needed her to know whatever it was that was obviously on his mind now as he hand settled on his shoulder again. The look on his face was familiar. It hadn't been so long since she'd seen one very much like it the last time and she did the same now as she'd done then. Whatever it was, he could tell her about it. Pete nodded and maybe it really was a strange time, and a strange position, to have any kind of conversation in, but it didn't feel strange or odd or out of place. I just felt like them. “The contract killer me sister mentioned,” he said, letting his hand drift from her cheek down to her hip. “Her name was Sari. Sari St. Hubbins.” The woman from Peckham, Romany had said, and she hadn't thought all that much about it at the time. But it was more than just a passing name, Kitty could tell that by the tone of his voice, the way he'd said it. “We met when I was still M.I.6,” he continued, the breath he let out holding a note of sorrow that had her hand lifting to his face again as his own squeezed lightly at her shoulder. “We were happy. We were-“ he gave his head a slight shake, eyes squeezing shut momentarily and Kitty rested her forehead against his again, just for the further contact, what silent support she could give him. He'd loved her. He didn't have to say it for her to get that. ]“I promised her I’d never let me work come between us. I promised her I wouldn’t let anything do that. We thought we had our whole lives ahead of us.” Yeah, been there, done that, had the scars that went with it. With Peter, there'd been promises and expectations and dreams of the future. They'd all shattered like cheap, brittle glass that day on a hillside near the lake when the X-Men got back the world the Beyonder had sent them all to. God, maybe this was the weirdest choices of times and situations for this sort of conversation. In the middle of sex, very aware of how he felt inside her, the tensing of her own muscles in anticipation and the flare of renewed heat as his hips moved again, pulling a soft moan from her as she rocked against him. Slowly, firmly enough to send a jolt of pleasure through sensitive nerve endings that she could feel to her toes. Warm lips on her neck that sent a shiver over her skin in counterpoint. And they were talking, and thinking, about past relationships and Ex-es. Kitty was pretty sure that violated every single rule of the 'Things Never To Do During Sex' section of the relationship manual, but it still didn't seem to matter. It didn't change anything, or take away from anything. Just another layer of the intimacy they seemed to be wrapped up in. He pulled back enough to look at her again, expression sober in a way that made her want to wrap herself around him. Promise him that, whatever had happened, it was all right. It wouldn't happen again. “After I was promoted into Black Air, she took a job. I found out about it, and I broke that promise.” His voice was an even razor line of pain and regret and her arms slipped around his neck, pulling him closer. “I had Black Air take her in before she could make the hit. I had no choice. It was sodding Queen Elizabeth.” He let that hang there for a moment and it was almost funny that Lilibet would be some part of this. Not funny amusing, but funny coincidental in a lot of ways. “She didn’t understand, called it a minor assassination. She was sick in the head. I was trying to help her, get her some rehab…” Hand moving from her shoulder to her waist, Pete tilted his head forward, forehead against hers again as she reached up to slide her fingers through is hair again. Unspoken was how much this Sari likely hadn't appreciated that, or him. It didn't take much to guess that, either. “She went on and on about that promise. Said I was no good. That I was poison. That I’d hurt everyone who ever got close to me. She said I'd ruin their lives, just like hers.” Oh god. Tightening her arms around him tighter, she drew him into a close embrace. "She was wrong, Pete," Kitty asserted softly, cheek resting against his, stubble tickling lightly at her skin, "And it sounds like the only person who ruined her life was her." Pete had loved her, though, and the condemnation would've cut him, sunk in and he'd have believed it. Another person in his life he felt like he'd failed. What had Jardine said, that day in his office when they were looking into Dream Nails? Pete had spent his whole life on his own, trying to pretend he didn't care about anyone. How much had what Sari St. Hubbins did added to that, on top of his mother, and his lunatic of a father? A lot, if she had to guess, just like all the things that had happened in her own life had contributed to who she'd become. And had added to her worry in the clear light of day on Saturday morning, after Friday night, that she might end up losing a friendship that was very, very important to her chasing after something more. It wouldn't have been the first time, after all. But that's not how it was and she'd have known that a lot sooner if she'd stayed and talked to him, instead of doing everything but that. "This whole thing scares me a little, too," Kitty confessed. It wasn't even that hard to say. Not to him. Pete would understand, "I don't exactly have the best track record with relationships, either, but I don't care. You're where I belong." Loosening her hold a little, she pulled back enough to kiss him again, slow and soft and affectionate. For comfort and reassurance, understanding, and to take the place of words she hadn't figure out how to say to him yet. |
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| Pete Wisdom | Aug 21 2013, 10:29 AM Post #18 |
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Knows perfectly well what canny means
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There was teasing, of course. Pete would have found it odd if there hadn’t been. It had always been a part of what they were together, no matter the situation, so even now, amidst all the passion and the seriousness and the intimacy, there would be teasing. He knew she understood what he’d meant. She always did. And she could threaten him with assault by pillow all she liked, it wouldn’t change his answer. He would never forget that night with her. It would always be one of his fondest memories, and when she answered, telling her it was the same for her, all trace of teasing was gone. Kitty hadn’t done this, the real this, the big This, for a while either, and Pete knew she had as many reasons as him. They’d been waiting to talk about it, and while he hadn’t exactly pictured it would happen at exactly this moment, it felt natural when it came to her, and them. They never did seem to do things the way some might consider normal. She asked him to tell her, and he did. He hadn’t spoken of Sari in a long time, and that had been on purpose, but it hadn’t been as easy not to think of her. Romany hadn’t liked her, and her remark about that when they’d run into her took on a whole new flavor now. How on earth had she known, anyway? She was going to be insufferable the next time they ran into her. But back then, he’d ignored her opinion of Sari. He’d been happy, genuinely happy with her. He’d loved her, and he’d thought he always would. They’d made plans, and he’d made promises, so many promises to her. It was a painful memory, describing it made his heart hurt, like so many of his worst memories did, but Kitty’s touch helped him navigate that pain. Her forehead on his, the way she held him, the closeness of her and the look in her eyes as she watched him, was there for him like he’d needed her to be to talk about it at all. And in the midst of it all their bodies moved against each other. She moaned softly, the slow, firm roll of her hips creating an intense, steady rush of added heat. Inside her, the ever-present sensations and pleasure igniting at every point of contact, nerves flaring to life, muscles coiling, skin hot and tingling. His lips on her neck, gentle, intimate. He felt the slight shiver of her response. Maybe it was strange to be having this conversation right now, for his thoughts and words to take this direction while they were having sex. Pete knew it was usually considered a bad idea to talk about your ex, and it was just about unthinkable at a time like this, but there was no end to how much he trusted Kitty, and what might have been a distraction or a barrier was none of those things. Instead it seemed like one more part of the rest, one more connection woven through all the others they shared right now. Sari’s story wasn’t finished, though, and he continued, moving right into the worst part, the important part that had so much to do with why things had been this way for him. He could live with what she was, but he had his limits. Why would she even take a job like killing the Queen? It was sick and insane, and he was sure she was as well. He’d loved Sari, but that hadn’t stopped him from breaking the one promise she’s cared most about. In some ways that love had driven him to stop her, but whatever his intentions, to her it had been the deepest possible betrayal. What she’d said to him as Black Air dragged her away had stuck with him. It had gone deep. Like a cut that never quite managed to scar over completely, always reopening just when it would hurt the most. He’d believed her for a long time, as hard to shake as the things his mother had told him before she was killed, and his father soon after. He’d tried to pretend he didn’t care, to keep people at a distance. It was better that way, he told himself. It kept them from getting hurt. From becoming one more on the list of those he’d failed. But he did care. He always had, and like Kitty had told him back at Dream Nails, that was a two way street. She’d already seen through the mask and from that moment there had been no pretending with her. She hugged him tight, pressing herself close, cheek against his stubble, and he clung to her, arms tightening around her waist as he accepted the comfort she offered. "She was wrong, Pete," she told him in a soft voice, echoing what he’d already come to accept. It was different hearing it out loud, from her. Better. Like something he could actually hold onto, instead of just look at through frosted glass. "And it sounds like the only person who ruined her life was her." Pete nodded minutely, just enough for Kitty to feel, since they weren’t arranged for her to see it. He’d tried to help Sari, not hurt her, but she was too sick, and the damage had already been done. “She won’t see it that way,” he said quietly. “If she ever gets out,” and she was good enough that Pete believed it might happen someday, “she’ll come for me.” Which was also part of the reason Kitty needed to know about her. This wasn’t some ghost from his past, but a potential and genuine danger, one that could affect her as easily as him, and she’d understand that. "This whole thing scares me a little, too," she said, and Pete nodded again. He knew exactly what she meant. "I don't exactly have the best track record with relationships, either, but I don't care. You're where I belong." Her arms loosened against him and she moved away, but not far. Her lips pressed against his and they kissed again, and there was infinitely more to the languid, gentle contact than the kiss itself. It was warm and soothing and said as much about how much she cared as words ever could, and there was still more, something that made his insides go soft all over again and his heart slam into his chest. His eyes slipped shut and he sank into the kiss, holding her while she held him, as conscious of her fingers stroking his hair as the feel of being inside her. He remained like that for a while, immersed in the quiet pleasure of simply being with her, in every sense that applied to them at this moment. Blue eyes reopened, seeking out hers, and he didn’t so much break the kiss as crack it, the edge of their bottom lips still connected by the barest thread as he once again found his voice. “I belong with you, too” he said softly, but with a full and clear conviction. “And that’s where I’m going to stay.” One of his hands lazily stroked up the warm, smooth skin of her back. He pulled back a little more, creating a sliver of empty air between their faces. “You’re my friend,” he said, voice gaining momentum. Not quite a rush, but trotting along with purpose. “And my partner. And all the rest we’ve started and I love you, Kitty.” The words, like the feelings that went with it, happened the same way he went to sleep. A little at a time, and then all at once. He hadn’t expected it, but he didn’t question it either, not for an instant, not even a fraction of doubt. It was the truest thing he knew right now, and he embraced it as he embraced her, completely and without hesitation. His arms tightened around her and he leaned forward, lifting her up and back as he turned and slowly, tenderly laid her on her back, his lean, wiry frame now draped atop her. “I love you.” |
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| Shadowcat | Aug 23 2013, 01:52 AM Post #19 |
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No, Pete hadn't ruined this Sari's life. By now, he had to know that, at least in his head. Sometimes it was harder to know it in your heart, when it was someone you really cared about, but that didn't really change the cold, hard facts. The only person who'd ruined her life had been Sari herself. Pete nodded mutely, she felt the small, brief motion of his head against her own, the light tickle of the stubble along his jawline against her skin. She wasn't telling him anything he didn't already know, she was sure, but it was something she felt the need to say, to confirm, all the same. “She won’t see it that way,” he said quietly. “If she ever gets out,” and something made her suspect that he probably felt like that was more a 'when' than an 'if, “she’ll come for me.” Of course she would. It was what the bad guys did, after all. Because they weren't smart enough not to. Been there, done that probably a thousand times over. It wasn't himself Pete was worried about, though, and she knew that, too. It was her, because this mercenary would just see her as another target. That's what he was trying to tell her and he should know her well enough to know what her answer to that would be. "Let her come," she told him, voice quiet and matter-of-fact, arms still around him and pressed in close against him. "We can't stop her, but I don't think she'll like the results if she does." In her life, she'd faced aliens and demons and psychopaths ten times worse than one psychotic mercenary could ever hope to be. It would be stupid to underestimate her, but she sure as hell wasn't afraid of her and her existence didn't change anything. This - this thing building between her and Pete - that did scare her a little. It wasn't something that would've been easy for her to admit usually, but admitting it to him wasn't as hard as she might've thought and he just nodded again. Yeah, of course he'd get that. Even if he hadn't, that wouldn't have mattered, either. Not really. Her track record with relationships, like she'd told Ororo before all this happened, wasn't the greatest, but Kitty couldn't bring herself to care. Not when it felt this right. When she knew that it was. When she knew that he was where she belonged. She tried to put all that into the kiss that followed. Everything that she felt that she hadn't managed the words for yet. Emotions that made her pulse race and her stomach sometimes feel like it was tied in knots. That made her heart hammer in her chest and her breath catch and her knees go weak at a look or a touch. Or a kiss. That caused something inside her to melt, like it was doing right now. How long, exactly, she wondered, had she been in love with him? Maybe she'd have to file that question with 'how long have we actually been dating' as one she might never quite figure out the answer to. It could wait, though, as the kiss ended and her eyes opened to meet his as he pulled back just barely. Still so close she could feel his breath, see every flicker of his expression. “I belong with you, too” he said softly, but with a full and clear conviction. “And that’s where I’m going to stay.” One of his hands lazily stroked up the warm, smooth skin of her back and she shifted again on his lap, the movement sending another jolt of pleasure coursing through her. No, she hadn't forgotten exactly what position they were in at all and wasn't likely to any time soon. “You’re my friend,” he said, voice gaining momentum. Not quite a rush, but trotting along with purpose. “And my partner. And all the rest we’ve started and I love you, Kitty.” The words sent another kind of jolt straight through her, a pleasant, heady sort of shock. Maybe it shouldn't have surprised her considering how often they finished one another's sentences. It'd been a while since they hadn't been on the same page about pretty much everything. Before she could process that completely, Pete's arms tightened around her, lifting her a little and shifting and she felt the carpet under her bare back, but she barely noticed. Instead, she was watching his face, her own arms still wrapped around him as he said again, “I love you.” It was probably good they were already on the floor, because after that she was pretty sure they would've been regardless. Then, she smiled at him, letting those words sink in as her arms tightened around him. "I love you, too, Pete," Kitty told him, meaning that as much as she'd ever meant anything in her life. Words she'd never said to Peter and that she'd never gotten the chance to say to Alasdhair, but that she was damned well going to say to him. "I'm in love with you," she added softly, eyes still on his, and urging him back down to her, "so I think that means you get a free pass for being late and for getting us dumped on the floor this time." Smile turning to more of an affectionate grin, she kissed him again, fiercely, because they were getting really good at that and breathing was kind of overrated right now anyway. |
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| Pete Wisdom | Aug 26 2013, 01:03 AM Post #20 |
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Knows perfectly well what canny means
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Kitty’s answer was exactly what Pete expected, just as he had no doubt that Sari would seek revenge the second she got the chance. There’d be no way to prevent that, but they would deal with it, and her, if and when it did. Not him. Not Kitty. They. He knew Kitty wasn’t underestimating her. She’d never make that mistake, no matter how many aliens or gods she faced down. Sari was dangerous, but the threat to Kitty was never the main reason for letting her know she was in the line of fire, and she’d understand that. At the moment the only thing that scared Kitty was what had been going on for a while between them, and which they were becoming increasingly aware of. He understood how she felt. He was right there with her on that, too. Relationships were not something either of them had a lot of success with. It made no difference. They couldn’t make it make a difference, and he didn’t want to. He belonged with her, just as she clearly stated that she belonged with him. The kiss that followed held emotion and meaning all its own in that gentle press of their lips. It seemed to say all the things she hadn’t yet, but would. It was every look and laugh and touch they’d ever shared, and a glimpse into those yet to come. So much more than a kiss. Not the sort to take his breath away, but another part of him escaped and flew to her just as urgently. She was where he belonged. He’d been away from her far too long, and nothing was going to keep him from staying with her now. She responded to his hand caressing her back by shifting on his lap, part of the other activity they were engaged in, which Pete had definitely not lost track of, no matter how swept away by that kiss he’d been. If anything, he was even more conscious of it than before. His hips responded instantly and naturally, rolling against her in a circular motion, pleasure flooding through him at the intense friction. He loved her. No idea how long he’d felt that way, maybe he never would, but as soon as the thought was fully formed, he accepted it without hesitation. She was so many things to him, meant so much, and now this. He cared for her and he loved her and he told her, words flowing out until he had it all there. There was surprise in her reaction, the stunned expression on her face, but not the sort to give concern. More like all those times when one of them said something just as the other was thinking it. As he lifted her slightly, gently placing her down with her back against the carpet, she still had that look, but it was already starting to melt. Her eyes watched his face, arms around him in an embrace, and as he lay atop her, he repeated the words. He loved her. It was even easier to say. He meant it completely and he liked the way that sounded. Her smile made his insides grow soft and warm, and her arms grew tight around him. "I love you, too, Pete," she said. The words seemed to drive straight into his heart and he could swear he could feel it glowing. There was as much conviction in her voice as affection, but it grew soft as she added, "I'm in love with you[.]" Those beautiful hazel eyes of hers held him as he smiled at her, and then she was urging him back to her. He followed without hesitation, muscles tensing as he pushed forward and as deep as he could. "so I think that means you get a free pass for being late and for getting us dumped on the floor this time." A soft, surprised laugh escaped at that, but it was quickly cut off. She kissed him again, hot and hard and demanding, and the whole room began to spin as he returned the kiss with equal fierceness. Forget breathing. Forget thinking. All that mattered was her, the wild beating of his heart, the rush of emotion, and all he was capable of was drowning in the joy, the sensations, the pleasure of her body and the demands of his own. The woman he loved was kissing him, and he was kissing the woman he loved. He opened his mouth to her, and his hips began a slow, steady rhythm without any conscious effort of his own. Pleasure went from jolts to an intense and unrelenting current, electrifying him as he moved inside her in long, firm strokes. God… Lungs desperate for air forced him to break the kiss, but his hips continued to move, grinding against her with each downward thrust. He gasped and moaned, blue eyes watching her face as he fought to catch his breath. Somehow he managed to grin at her, and even made it a bit cocky. “And here I thought…” he said, pausing to gasp again, “…I’d get all that…” again, Christ, yes, “…for bringing your favorite sword.” The last few words came out as a husky whisper. Bracing himself with one arm, he slid the other back to her breast and gave it a firm squeeze, pinching the nipple between his fingers. And then his lips were on hers again. Urgent and fiercely passionate. He might just pass out from lack of oxygen before this was over, but he didn’t care. It always seemed right to kiss her. He loved it, couldn’t get enough, and he didn’t think once about resisting that desire. Not even for a second. Not ever. |
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| Shadowcat | Aug 27 2013, 04:12 PM Post #21 |
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Pete's hips pressed up again, rolling against her and bringing another rush of heat, a wave of tense, slowly building expectation with the friction and the pressure and, god, just the way he felt inside her. It collided with a different sort of warmth. Softer and making her heart turn over and a flock of butterflies take wing in her stomach. Desire and needed and want all mixed in with something more. Something deeper, even stronger. More than affection and caring and trust, but mixed in with that, too. He loved her. Pete loved her, and she loved him, too, and saying that to him was so much easier than she'd imagined it would be. No faltering, no loss for words as she looked up at him from their change of position she'd barely had the chance or the attention to spare to notice. Took in his smile and his ridiculously blue eyes that did things to her she didn't even have words for as her hips rose to meet his, breath catching as he was suddenly deep inside her again, and knew without a shadow of a doubt that she was in love with him. Which meant she could probably give him a pass this once for being late and for letting the mattress dump them on the floor. The floor wasn't such a bad place to be, really. At least for starters. Kitty cut off his surprised laugh because she had to kiss him again. She wasn't sure she'd ever get enough of kissing him and she filled it with all of the emotions she had, because words didn't seem strong enough to describe them all. How much she wanted him, needed him. Loved him. His lips parted and she didn't waste any time taking advantage of that, deepening the kiss and exploring his mouth. Let the world narrow to that, the rush of sensation, the way the floor seemed to shift under her all own it's own. The way he was moving, shaft of his cock sliding into and against her. A tantalizing press and rhythm that she thought might just drive her completely crazy. God. She wanted him, hard and fast and urgently, before she really did lose her mind. But another part of her wanted just the opposite, wanted to draw it out until she couldn't stand it anymore and her fingers tightened on his back, hips finding their rhythm with his, adjusting and shifting minutely, seeking the best angle and feel and... Breathing. She really still needed to remember to breathe. Not as easy as an autonomic function should've been right now and Pete must've been thinking the same thing as he broke the kiss on a intake of breath followed by a moan that sent another shiver through her, her own breath coming in ragged gasps, tension coiling low in her belly, winding tighter as he ground against her, finding a particular spot that had her nearly seeing stars behind her eyelids. When she opened her eyes, though, she found him watching her, breathless and with a grin that had her lifting her eyebrows slightly. That looked like trouble. “And here I thought…” he said, pausing to gasp again, “…I’d get all that…” again, Christ, yes, “…for bringing your favorite sword.” The laugh that suddenly burst out of her at that was as breathless as Pete's words had just been, even as that raspy whisper sent a fresh rush of heat shivering through her. "I'm not sure I can even-" come up with a decent answer for that right now she started to say, but then his hand found her breast again, giving it a firm squeeze before his fingers pinched her nipple, causing her hips to buck against his, rhythm stuttering for a second, along with her breathing and...god, yes, that. No hope of catching her breath then and Kitty didn't care, back arching and muscles quivering as he touched her, kissed her again. God, she really did love kissing him. The urgency, the need, that extra connection and the way it made her heart stutter as much as her breath. Without thinking, muscles coiled for leverage and she rolled them over, holding the kiss for a few more seconds before breaking it with a sharp gasp. Hips finding an urgent, rolling rhythm against his, she moved against him, back arching and breath coming in shallow, panting gasps as she shifted to get him deeper, moving faster and harder and letting that tension build more and more. Bringing that edge closer and closer. Peering down at him with half-lidded eyes, her hands wandered over his chest, fingers sliding through the dusting of dark hair, brushing over his nipples as she watched his face. She loved him and she wanted him and she just might explode from the heat and the tension and what he was doing to her, but right now that sounded like such a good thing. |
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| Pete Wisdom | Aug 31 2013, 02:51 PM Post #22 |
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It was frightening for both of them, like stepping off a cliff blindfolded, but it didn’t matter, not to him. Because it was Kitty. Pete was so deeply in love with her. He knew it down to the last hair and he took that plunge without question or hesitation. It was the only thing could do. And she was there, cresting the edge right along with him. Together, just like they were with everything else, into wherever else it brought them. Apparently this included a few side benefits. He no longer had to worry about Kitty holding his being late or dumping them on the carpet against him. Good to know. He was rather liking it down here, although it was far from the only spot he had plans for, and they would see about taking that mattress on again, in case it was still plotting against them. The remark had him laughing with surprise, however, but only for a moment. That, along with just about everything else, was quickly forgotten when her lips touched his. His mind felt like it was unraveling, loose threads lost in the void, awareness irising to the relentless flood of sensation, her taste and smell and how perfectly they fit together, the feel of being deep inside her, the pressing barrage of need and desire, every shade of intimacy they were sharing, the pounding of his heart and her, God. Her, it was all her. Her tongue moved past his parted lips as she explored his mouth, their kiss deepening until he couldn’t be sure where one ended and the other began. His body seemed to have a mind of its own, moving in slow, steady thrusts inside her, quickly finding its rhythm, sensations nearly driving him wild. Pete felt her fingers dig into his back and he jerked forward, driving his cock harder and deeper into her and only holding his pace by the slimmest of margins. He wanted her, wanted to make it last, to take them both to their absolute limits, but at the same time he thought he really would go crazy unless the building urgency within him was satisfied as fast and intense as possible. Kitty’s hips rose up, matching the pace, angle against him changing and the room spiraled around him all over again. It stoked the flames blazing through him, a kaleidoscope of light and color swam before him and, Christ he needed to fucking breathe. It was becoming increasingly difficult to address that normally basic need. For a moment everything was reduced to the sound of their frayed gasps and the intense pleasure of each stroke, each grinding thrust as he watched her face, her responses, her look of pure ecstasy when he’d found just the right spot. By the time her eyes slipped open he’d nearly recovered enough to say a thing or two, and she lifted her eyebrows in recognition of the teasing expression on his face. He appreciated the pass she was giving him, but thought bringing her favorite sword would have already earned him that much. The sound of her laughter, sudden and breathless, sent as much of a shiver coursing through him as any moan. God, he loved it when she laughed. "I'm not sure I can even-" she began, the sentence and even her breathing cut short as he cupped her breast again, squeezing it firmly, pinching the erect nipple between his fingers. Good to know she was having as much trouble stringing coherent thoughts together as he was. She bucked against him, her back bowing toward him and God, he had to kiss her again. He loved kissing her, couldn’t get enough. The rush, all the need, the pounding of his heart while they were joined at the lips. If it left him faint of breath, so be it. Oxygen was overrated. He felt her muscles tense, arms tightening around him and suddenly she rolled them over, never breaking the kiss until she was on top of him and a few more seconds had passed. Pete’s hand automatically wrapped around her, fingers pressing against her back. A sharp gasp escaped as she lifted her lips from his and increased the tempo as her hips rolled against his with an urgency that took his breath away before he’d even had a chance to gasp for air himself. “Oh, Christ, Kitty, that’s-“ incredible, going to drive him crazy, he might have said either, but she shifted, changing the angle and there went his breath again, lost in a ragged moan of utter bliss. His body moved with a will of his own, matching her rhythm hot and hard, fast and deep and demanding. He could hear her panting for breath as she arched her back and drove herself against him, watching him through half-open eyes, fingers exploring his chest, sliding through the dark hairs. Her fingers brushed over his nipples, sending twin blazes of heat and pleasure shooting through his body. A sharp gasp escaped and then he forgot to breathe all over again, eyes fluttering shut as and his lips parted in pure rapture. All sense of rhythm stuttered, lost for a moment as he bucked forcefully against her, driving, his cock into her as hard as possible while his arms tightened around her, clinging with an almost fierce desperation. Trying to speak again was useless, no matter what he might have wanted to say to her at that point. He’d been reduced to barely articulate noises, short bursts that might have been distinguishable as her name and vague encouragements, before he finally gave up, bending his head toward her, mouth closing over her to taste the soft, warm, salty skin of the arch where her neck joined her collarbone. Somehow Pete managed to bring himself back into rhythm, feeling himself moving closer to that peak with each increasingly hard, quick thrust. His hands slid down her back, fingers of one hand dipping all the way to her tailbone, hand squeezing her ass while his other palm wrapped around the side of her slender waist. He dropped his head back down to the carpet, looking up at Kitty through half-lidded eyes as thrust into her over and over again, feeling the tension rapidly building with him. There was nothing he could do about it now, and he wouldn’t have even tried if he could. He wanted Kitty. Loved her. The things she was doing to him might just make him burst before it was over, but at the moment he couldn’t think of a damned thing he wanted more. |
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| Shadowcat | Sep 2 2013, 01:39 PM Post #23 |
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Her favorite sword?? Oh god. Kitty wasn't sure she even had enough breath left to laugh, but she did it anyway, the sound slightly gasping and rapid. What the heck could she even say to that? Well, she could actually think of a lot of things to say to that, at least a few of them things she'd never be able to say to anyone that wasn't Pete, probably, without bursting into flames or wanting to sink through the floor. But she couldn't seem to get any of them out. Definitely not in any coherent way once his hand was on her breast, fingers deftly pinching and teasing her nipple, sending a fresh rush of need and desire through her. Her body had a mind of it's own, back arching, hips pushing urgently against his, wanting more. More contact, more stimulation, more of him. Even when she thought she couldn't take anymore without flying to pieces. He was kissing her again and Kitty couldn't even remember when that started, just sank into the sensations, the heat of his mouth, the feel of his lips pressing hard to her own, the increasingly familiar taste of him - smoke and something that was just indefinably Pete - that she didn't think she could ever forget now. Almost before she consciously realized it, she was rolling them over, mouth still covering his, his hand pressed tight against her back, until she was on top. No room for thinking now, just feeling and wanting and needing as she shifted against him, changed the angle a little, decided that slow was something they could do later. Or maybe her body just decided that for her, but god, she wasn't arguing. “Oh, Christ, Kitty, that’s-“ he broke off the same way she had a few seconds before as she changed angles again, ever so slightly, feeling the electric jolt of pleasure that came with it that pulled another gasp from her, just as Pete let out a breathless moan of his own. It was a hoarse, sexy sound that she felt against the tips of her fingers as they slid over his chest. Exploring, caressing, brushing over his nipples and reveling in the reaction that followed. With another gasp, his eyes closed, lips parted and his the motion of his hips stuttered just before he thrust up hard, driving into and against her in a way that sent a hard shock of pleasure through her whole body. God, if he kept doing that she was going to scream, or explode, or do that and possibly several other things at once. Response was automatic and immediate, her own hips driving down to meet him, pace quickening and whole body tensing expectantly at the heat and friction and almost unbearable pleasure as his arms tightened around her. God...almost... Pete was murmuring something, she couldn't get her brain to exactly figure out what, but that didn't matter, either. The sound of his voice just added to all the rest, pushing her farther, hips meeting the hard thrust of his cock with increasing urgency, increasing demand, pulse pounding in her ears and skin feeling like it was on fire. When the heat of his mouth fixed onto the sensitive skin near her collarbone, Kitty let out another slow, soft moan of approval and arousal, fingers pressing firmly against him in turn as another shudder rocked through her, neck arching and body demanding more, harder. "Pete, god...yeah, like that," she managed to get out on a rush of breath as he found his rhythm again, helping her to reclaim her own. His hands moved over her back as she rode him hard, almost frantically, letting the tension build, feeling it in her belly and thighs, between her legs where he was pressed so deep inside her. Her movements were hard and quick, matching his, pushing closer. Knowing she was right on the edge now. His hand moved to her ass, squeezing and adding to what was an already an overwhelming flood of sensations as her own hands explored him almost frantically. Harder. Faster. She needed... The orgasm slammed into her suddenly, almost taking her by surprise and Kitty gasped sharply, lungs pulling for air she wasn't sure she could find. The room seemed to shatter around her, but maybe that was just that she felt like she was shattering. Breaking into a million fragments as she shuddered, then trying to reform when she wasn't sure she could remember where all the pieces went. But god, she didn't care. Not when it felt that amazing. |
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| Pete Wisdom | Sep 11 2013, 01:21 PM Post #24 |
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Slow wasn’t an option anymore. Hadn’t been from the moment Kitty started moving after she rolled on top of Pete. Not as far as his body seemed to be concerned, and right now he was more than willing to let it make the decisions. He matched her, thrust for urgent thrust, needing her, hard and fast and more and now. The mere sight of her, arching erotically with every roll of her hips as she rode him, her gorgeous face flush with pleasure, the passionate, untamed sounds she was making, was almost enough to take his breath away all by itself. Christ, did she have any idea how sexy that the things she was doing were? What it was doing to him, how incredible it felt and how crazy it was making him? He tried to tell her, only to have his words swept away by a hoarse moan as she changed angles on him, intensifying sensations that were already seemed like too much and not nearly enough at the same time. And just when he was starting to ease through that jolt of pleasure, she slid her hands over his chest, fingers exploring, and when they stroked his sensitive nipples, the intense rush of pure ecstasy almost unbearable, making him momentarily lose all control whatsoever. Gasping, he rammed his hips into hers, hard and reckless, and he could practically feel her whole body reverberate in response. She reacted in kind, forcefully driving herself down against him, moving faster while his arms tightened around her as if they might suddenly fly apart. If this kept up, he almost thought he might. Just scatter into a million pieces, and damned if that didn’t seem like a good thing right now. He could hardly speak any more, only managing fractured murmurs that sometimes took the form of actual words. It mingled with the sound of their bodies moving against each other, blind and wild and frantic, thrusting harder as their pace became almost feverish. Pete practically heard his own heartbeat jackhammering away and if his skin suddenly burst into flame he wouldn’t have been the least bit surprised. She moaned as his lips found the hot skin near her neck. He loved the way she tasted, loved exploring her body with his hands and mouth and tongue, loved the noises she made in response, all lust and approval, the feel of her fingers digging into his skin while she arched her neck and quaked against him. He could sense the need and demand and he responded eagerly, sucking softly at and running his tongue along the trapped flesh. "Pete, god...yeah, like that," she said breathlessly, the encouragement driving him on as the two of them somehow managing to find a rapid, pounding rhythm. They moved with a singleminded intensity, surging, their hips nearly a blur, almost rough as they slammed against each other as hard and deep and fast as possible. Pete let his head drop back to the carpet as he gazed up at Kitty, the two of them quickly approaching the point where they would both be overwhelmed. What little consciousness he had left was focused on her, even as his body hurtled forward with the rising pressure of its own demands. His hands moved to her waist and ass, squeezing, exploring, seeking out any way to add to her pleasure even as her own hands roamed over his body, leaving tracks of electric heat wherever she touched. So close. So good. Just… fuck, so much more than he could handle, and he just kept going, thrusting again and again. “Kitty… yes, god,” he somehow managed, voice gasping and ragged from the pleasure engulfing him. Pete felt Kitty suddenly convulse around his cock a spilt second before her sharp gasp filled the room. He could see her entire body shudder from the force of her orgasm. It was the most beautiful, arousing sight he’d ever laid eyes on, and the pressure around his center rose so high and coiled so tight he thought he might just snap right in half. At that moment, all sense of control flew right out the window. His fingers dug into her as he bucked his hips up in complete, almost unhinged abandon, grinding forcefully against her, voice rising with every quick, hard thrust. And then he crested over, almost before he realized he was there. The orgasm blasted into and through him, causing his entire body to spasm from the force of his release. An almost bestial moan flew out of him, loud and long. He rose up one last time, burying himself as deep as he could go and held himself there as he rode it out, feeling like he was being carried away in a flash flood while the world around him seemed to disintegrate into a barrage of fireworks. No idea if he’d be able to find his way back, or if he even cared. It was too unbelievably good to think about anything else. After what felt like an eternity, his muscles finally began to ease, tension ebbing away as Pete sank back into the carpet. His gasps began to slow and he felt the world come back together and he collected himself. Eyes coming back into focus, he looked up at Kitty and did the first thing that came to his still-hazy mind. He slid one arm up to her shoulder and pulled her down into another kiss. Slow and sensual, chest still rising and falling as he slowly recovered from the aftershocks. He broke the kiss, only to start another, like an echo of the first, his hand moving up to slide through her hair. His other hand pressed against her hip as he rolled to his side, taking her with him, and he pulled back to look at her again, a dazed smile on his face. God, he loved her. “Are we counting this as our second date, then?” he asked in a low voice, smile going a little wider. Who could say if they were bothering to keep track at all at this point? They really were doing this whole thing in an order that probably made sense only to them. But it didn’t seem to matter. It worked for them, just like everything else they had together, and he liked how it was working out plenty. |
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| Shadowcat | Sep 13 2013, 09:24 PM Post #25 |
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As she completely and totally shattered into pieces, the rush of sensation overwhelming, stealing her breath and making her feel like it was all happening in slow motion, yet so fast she could barely keep up, she barely heard Pete's gasp of, “Kitty… yes, god.”. If he managed to get anything else out after that,it was lost in the pounding of her pulse in her eardrums, the ragged, gasping, raise and fall of her chest as her back bowed, lungs fighting for air they couldn't seem to find. The staggering rush of pleasure that spiraled higher and higher, pushing everything else from her consciousness as she shuddered in release, Kitty rode the crest of that wave to the peak, then slowly downward. Foggily, the tightening of Pete's fingers on her skin registered, the increasingly frantic pace of his thrusts, the tensing of tightly coiled, wiry muscle under her hands, and then the hoarse moan as he followed her over the edge. If they kept this up, they just might kill each other before the end of the night, but she decided that it also might be okay. It'd definitely be worth it. There were worse ways to go. Coming down from that rush made her head spin nearly as much. It was a feeling of almost disorientation as the intensity ebbed, brought her back to what would have to do as general coherence, tensed muscles loosening now, uncoiling and leaving her limp and breathless and sated in the very best of ways. And with a smile on her face that she thought might be permanent as she opened her eyes, breath still coming rapid and shallow, but finally catching up with itself a little. Pete was peering back at her as she looked down at him, then his arm wrapped around her shoulders and he was pulling her down into another kiss. Not urgent or desperate now, but slow and sexy and it made her heart turn over again and sent those butterflies tumbling around in her stomach. God, she really did love him. The kiss barely broke before they moved to another one. One that had the room seeming to spin a little and made her realize that, yep, they were still on the floor. Not that that mattered as her lips moved over his, hand resting on his shoulder and stroking lightly over heated skin as she let all the rest slip from her awareness again just that fast. Yeah, she loved him and she also really, really loved kissing him. When he pulled back the next time, fingers of one hand in her hair, his other went to her hip and Pete rolled them to the side, looking at her with the same sort of slightly stunned smile and expression the brunette knew she was probably wearing on her own face. “Are we counting this as our second date, then?” he asked in a low voice, smile going a little wider and she burst out laughing, one leg still wrapped over his. "Hmmm...well, we were at the strip club first, so maybe we should count it as our third," she suggested with a breathless grin, fingers still stroking lightly over his arm and feeling almost...weightless. It was an amazing feeling. "But, you know, I'm open to negotiation," Kitty added, brown eyes shining with amusement, "Especially since we seem to have a pretty loose definition of 'date' going here." Much like they also had a very loose definition of room ownership, but that was okay. They had plenty of time to figure it out, or just keep debating. That was practically half the fun, anyway. "I am sort of lamenting the distance from the pillows now, though," she continued, tilting her head back enough to manage a brief glimpse of one corner of the bed, which was definitely out of easy reach now. "Weren't we supposed to be doing better this time?" It'd taken her a little while, but she'd finally remembered him actually saying that just before they fell asleep on Friday night, or Saturday morning, or whichever day they wanted to call it. Obviously, they'd completely failed at that strategy yet again. |
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| Pete Wisdom | Sep 20 2013, 11:20 AM Post #26 |
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If the webcam had been their first date, Pete supposed this probably counted as their second, but Kitty might be tracking them differently, or she might have added a few other dates to their history in the meantime. They could probably spend an entire night discussing outings, missions and a few other things they’d done, just to determine what did and did not count as a date for them. Actually, they could have a lot of fun with that depending on how they did it. Perhaps they should even reenact a few, just to be certain. His question had her laughing, and god he loved that sound. Could never get enough of it, same as kissing her. She had one leg wrapped over his as they lay side to side, the hand on his hip keeping her pressed close, and he could feel the laugh against his body. It sent a shiver of sensation washing through him. He loved the way they fit together, her slender curves comfortably against his frame, her fingers tracing lazy patterns along his arm. It was incredible, feeling warm and light and the way his heart seemed to throb whenever their eyes met. How long had he been in love with her and simply not realized it until recently? She grinned at him, and in a breathless voice said, "Hmmm...well, we were at the strip club first, so maybe we should count it as our third," Now that was an interesting idea. Pete’s grin went wider as he caught the wicked glimmer in her deep brown eyes. He hadn’t considered they might count separate, but he liked the sounds of it. "But, you know, I'm open to negotiation," she said playfully. "Especially since we seem to have a pretty loose definition of 'date' going here." Pete chuckled and said, “I was just thinking something similar.” He tilted his head to the side as he looked at her, fingers still threaded lightly through the waves of her hair. “We might have to see what happens if we ever get around to calling it a date before it starts,” he suggested, smirking a little as he watched her with amusement. It could be a while before that happened, but he had no complaints whosoever with how things were working out between them so far. “And I’m up for adding some negotiations into our debate. We haven’t quite settled the matter of room ownership yet, yeah?” They’re barely even started, really. "I am sort of lamenting the distance from the pillows now, though," Kitty told him as she craned her head just enough to glance over to the bed which had managed to eject them earlier, as part of some evil alliance with the floor, Pete suspected. "Weren't we supposed to be doing better this time?" Pete shook his head and grinned. “Not this time, ‘next’ time,” he informed her. “Beauty of that is it’s always the one after. We are rubbish at strategy so far, though,” he said, conceding that part. “It’s going to take a lot more practice, I think.” Reluctantly, Pete slid his legs back and drew his hand away from Kitty’s head so he could brace himself against the floor. “The pillows are a bit too far away now that you mention it,” he said. Keeping his other hand on her hip, Pete shifted until he could push himself to his knees. His eyes drifted over her nude body for a moment, unable to get enough of just how beautiful she was. Then he slid his hand up to her arm and reached for her with his other hand so he could help her up while he rose to his feet. They could take care of the pillows now if she liked, but if she had something else in mind, it wouldn't be hard to get to them. They knew where they were, and the things weren’t likely to sneak off, after all. |
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| Shadowcat | Sep 20 2013, 07:00 PM Post #27 |
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What do you know, she really did remember how to breathe after all. It was all starting to come back to her as they lay there on the carpet (though that wasn't really what most of her attention was on) and revisited their discussion of 'Pete and Kitty's strange ideas of what counts as a date'. If the webcam was semi-officially designated as date number one, did that make this date number two? Or maybe three, if you counted the strip club as two, since they were there first. A very, very odd date number two, sure, but that just meant that it fit right in with the rest, right? That had Pete grinning again and her own smile widened in automatic response. She was open to negotiations, though, if he had other ideas since their collective definition of 'date' seemed to be be pretty loose at this point. He let out a soft laugh and she felt that warm sound vibrate along her skin. “I was just thinking something similar.” He tilted his head to the side as he looked at her, fingers still threaded lightly through the waves of her hair and her expression softened, fingers curling over his arm, palm sliding in a slow, unconscious caress. “We might have to see what happens if we ever get around to calling it a date before it starts,” he suggested, smirking a little as he watched her with amusement and one corner of her mouth tipped up a bit more than the other. Well, they could give it a try, she supposed. Why not be optimistic? “And I’m up for adding some negotiations into our debate. We haven’t quite settled the matter of room ownership yet, yeah?” Hmmm...yeah, that was yet another whole matter she supposed. One they'd been going to back and forth about since Friday night and also one she'd probably never completely live down. And she still wasn't completely convinced she couldn't blame Emma for at least some of it. The jello shots, at least, had to be the fault of the former White Queen. (Who was teaching the impressionable mutant generation of tomorrow and, no, she still hadn't managed to get past that, thank you.) "I think it depends on which room you mean," Kitty pointed out with a grin. Not to mention which dimension at this point, "That could be a lot of negotiation, you know. By now we've got around three or so to choose from, right?" Including the one they were in now, which she was more than willing to share. Even if at the moment she was kind of lamenting the distance they'd managed to land from the pillows when the bed had hit the emergency eject button. Military grade carpeting - now that she was bothering to notice - did not a comfortable bed make. Not to mention, she was pretty sure Pete had promised her they'd manage better this time. The memory might be a little foggy, and it might've taken her a day or two to remember it at all, but it was definitely there. Pete, however, didn't seem to want to own up to it now, since they'd obviously failed yet again at their strategic planning. God, she loved when he grinned like that. “Not this time, ‘next’ time,” he informed her and she let out a soft, slightly skeptical snerk of laughter. “Beauty of that is it’s always the one after. We are rubbish at strategy so far, though,” he said, conceding that part. “It’s going to take a lot more practice, I think.” Still grinning, Kitty lifted an eyebrow. "Practice and negotiations, should I be taking notes now?" That was some rather fine hair splitting with the strategy, but he was a spy. She supposed it came with the territory. Then Pete was moving away, bracing himself against the floor and she took the opportunity to stretch a little, muscles feeling loose and plaint and very, very nice. “The pillows are a bit too far away now that you mention it,”, he agreed, hand resting on her hip as he got to his knees. The way he was looking over at her made her pulse jump again as his hand slid along her arm, other hand reaching for her to tug her up with him as he stood. Shifting herself around, Kitty rose to her feet, hand still in his and stepping closer to him. "We can take care of that pretty easily, unless you think the mattress is holding some kind of grudge," the brunette assured him, then leaned in for another soft though brief (at least for right now) kiss because she couldn't resist before she pulled back again. Tangling her fingers with his, she crossed the few steps between them and the bed, plopped down and, grinning, reached for the nearest pillow and tossed it lightly in his direction. "You know, I'm kind of intrigued by this going on a date on purpose, idea," Kitty told him, leaning back and reaching for one of the remaining pillows with an expression of consideration. "I don't think I've ever actually managed one of those. It'd be novel." Especially for them, since things seemed to blow up, crash, or do other random and destructive things where ever they went. |
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| Pete Wisdom | Sep 23 2013, 10:51 AM Post #28 |
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The thought of negotiating with Kitty over how many dates they’d had so far had a lot of appeal. She was already showing some creativity there by counting earlier at the bar as its own date, but Pete knew both of them could do much better than that. They might never settle on a number, but he had a feeling neither of them would be much bothered about it. That was about the way things were with their debate over room ownership as well. Hadn’t they talked about continuing that? At this point it was no longer certain who was actually winning the debate, but if it happened to be him, he was willing to share. "I think it depends on which room you mean," Kitty said, grinning at him in that way he’d always fancied, and outright loved, now. "That could be a lot of negotiation, you know. By now we've got around three or so to choose from, right?" At least as far as the rooms they could theoretically call the ownership into question, that sounded about right. “Yeah, could keep us going for a good long while,” Pete said playfully. “All part of the fun, yeah?” He did rather like the way she debated. He’d be perfectly willing to let that go on until they left the bloody mansion. Lying here one the floor with Kitty was nice, but that was entirely because of Kitty. The carpet wasn’t exactly comfortable apart from that, and they were entirely too far away from the pillows at this point. Kitty had already given him a pass for the two of them landing here in the first place, so he probably didn’t have to worry about her seeking the pillows out to assault him with. Pete dimly remembered the words he’d spoken as he drifted off to sleep Friday night, but he was certain he’d said next time when remarking that they’d have to improve on their strategic planning. The distinction between that and this time was tenuous, but worth noting, even if the tiny laugh that came from Kitty in response sounded like she wasn’t buying it. There was definitely no arguing that they seemed to be getting worse at that particular side of things as they went on, however. They obviously needed more practice. Kitty added an arched brow to her grin and asked, "Practice and negotiations, should I be taking notes now?" Snorting softly, Pete shook his head. “We shouldn’t have much trouble keeping track, I think.” he said in answer to her teasing question. Getting to his feet, he added, “For one, you’ve got an excellent…” Kitty chose that moment to stretch out in a manner reminiscent of her namesake, the sight distracting Pete in all the best ways and making his pulse quicken. “…memory,” he said, managing to complete the thought he’d begun. Getting closer to those pillows was sounding like a very good idea. She rose to her feet, their hands remaining clasped together as she moved closer to him. "We can take care of that pretty easily, unless you think the mattress is holding some kind of grudge," She gave him another quick kiss and he leaned in automatically, loving the feel of her lips against his. This could definitely become another addiction for him, and Pete had a feeling it’d be one she’d actively encourage. “Only one way to find out,” he said when she pulled back. Their fingers thread together, finding their fit as naturally as they had at Dream Nails and every time they’d held hands since, which had been almost constant. He hadn’t realized how used to it he’d become until it was suddenly gone, and the pleasant sensation of having it back was another part of knowing he was where he belonged. They walked the short distance to the bed, together, and Kitty wasted no time making herself comfortable on it, grinning as she lightly tossed the nearest pillow at Pete. He caught it out of the air with his free hand and climbed onto the bed after her. "You know, I'm kind of intrigued by this going on a date on purpose, idea," she said as she leaned back. She grabbed another pillow and a contemplative look passed over her face. "I don't think I've ever actually managed one of those. It'd be novel." One of Pete’s eyebrows rose as he slid next to her, setting the pillow down so he could lay his arm over it and brace his head against his hand. “What, not even once?” he asked with genuine curiosity. He unlaced his fingers from hers and drew his hand around her waist, letting it come to rest along the smooth curve of her hip. “We will have to do something about that, yeah?” Shifting closer Pete moved in for another soft kiss, long and sensual and full of promise. Her taste and smell was intoxicating, and he smiled as he drew back, looking into her deep, captivating brown eyes. “We could borrow the Flit when we get back,” he suggested. Asking permission to do so could be up to her. His hand lazily stroked down her thigh until it reached her knee and then began a slow journey back. “Go just about anywhere and do just about anything you like. We might not even get ambushed by thugs or have a taxi explode on us.” He grinned wide at her. If they managed that it really would be novel. He was probably tempting fate just by bringing it up in the first place. It would be worth the risk, though, and now that the idea was there, he couldn’t deny that it held a certain appeal. |
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| Shadowcat | Sep 25 2013, 12:03 AM Post #29 |
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There was more than she thought on their plate, apparently. Room negotiations, practice better strategy on where they ended up (because they seemed to somehow be getting worse at that), maybe she should be taking notes at this point. Especially if Pete kept looking at her like that. “We shouldn’t have much trouble keeping track, I think.” Pete countered with a dismissive snort and a shake of his head as he gained his feet, “For one, you’ve got an excellent…” And like that, as she took a moment to stretch and he trailed off, adding a slightly bleated, distracted, “…memory,” that had a smile curving her mouth. Or maybe more of a smile. Good to know she wasn't the only easily distracted one right now. Not quite distracted enough anymore, though, to not lament the lack of nearby pillows, but that was easy enough to fix, provided the mattress wasn't holding some kind of grudge against them. Well, at least easy enough to take care of with a brief pause for another kiss, just because she couldn't quite resist and didn't see any reason to. Definitely a distraction, but a very nice one. “Only one way to find out,” he said when she pulled back fingers twining with his in a way that had become so automatic, even before this, that Kitty only noticed in the most peripheral of ways. But she'd definitely noticed when it hadn't been there, because the absence - his absence - had been glaring. The bed didn't seem inclined to protest as she plopped down, tossing a pillow Pete's way before snagging one of her own and making herself comfortable. Pete stretched out next to her as she pondered this new and novel idea of a date. One that you planned on purpose and that didn't turn into some sort of sci-fi disaster before it was over. A novel idea and, under those criteria, the brunette wasn't sure she'd ever actually managed an entire, non-disastrous date of the few she'd actually managed to go on. Yeah, there went Pete's eyebrows, right up along his forehead. What? He thought the X-Men and aliens and Excalibur and all kinds of insanity had left her a lot of time for dating in her misspent youth? “What, not even once?” he asked with genuine curiosity as she turned over onto her side to face him, shoulder lifting in a shrug. "Well, I've come a lot closer than Ray," she admitted, expression turning thoughtful for a second as she tried to decide if there were more than a couple that counted as anything even close to a date, "But the Brotherhood attacked at the start of one, the Shadow King ambushed us during another one, and then there was the one that was with Jessica Drew's boyfriend. We actually made it through most of that one before we ended up in a fight with Freedom Force." Wow. Out loud that sounded even worse than it did in her head. And she was starting to see a pattern here. Letting her hand go, Pete's hand came to rest on her waist instead and she shifted just a little closer in turn, her own hand on his forearm. “We will have to do something about that, yeah?” "I'm game if you are," she began, letting anything she might've added to that go for the moment as he leaned in for another kiss. One that shredded those amorphous half-thoughts into little bits of confetti, replacing them with nothing but the awareness of how near he was, the feel of his mouth on hers, setting her heart pounding faster again. The lingering assurance that there would be more to come, but she wasn't in any hurry right now. “We could borrow the Flit when we get back,” he suggested as he pulled back a little, blue eyes on her brown ones. By 'borrow' she was pretty sure he meant 'run off with', but that was okay. It was part of the fun. “Go just about anywhere and do just about anything you like. We might not even get ambushed by thugs or have a taxi explode on us.” Despite the fact that warm fingers were stroking along her skin from hip to knee and back again, tempting her to be very very distracted again, that had her letting out a soft laugh, giving him an amused look. "I think you might be jinxing it just by saying that out loud, Pete." From the way he was grinning at her, he already knew that, though. It'd be hard not to, when everywhere they went things seemed to be crashing or blowing up spontaneously and without any prompting from them at all. God knew what'd happen when they tried to plan things. "Would we even know what to do if things weren't going haywire?" she added thoughtfully before smiling back at him, fingers stroking along his upper arm to his shoulder and one brow lifted a little. "Might be fun to find out, though, huh? And you now, you do still owe me a dance." Just in case he'd forgotten their previous one was very rudely and unexpectedly interrupted. And if they were going to go flying off, it occurred to her that they might want to give some consideration to avoiding a few places. Just to cut down on that likelihood of getting attacked and things crashing and/or exploding. Or getting sucked into hell dimensions. Yeah, she definitely still needed to get around to mentioning that one. Soon. However bad or crazy Pete might think his ex was, it still would pale in comparison to being suddenly confronted with Belasco, S'ym, N'astirh, and Limbo. |
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| Pete Wisdom | Sep 30 2013, 12:34 AM Post #30 |
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No signs of the bed trying to eject them so far, but Pete wasn’t quite ready to trust it yet. That was the problem earlier, he supposed. It had caught them off guard. They were ready for it now, so he was confident it wouldn’t defeat them a second time, no matter how bad they’d been at strategic planning up to now. Good thing, that. It was much more comfortable than the carpet, and the pillows were nice, too. And now that he and Kitty were properly settled on the mattress, they had a discussion about dating to get back to. A discussion that involved a few surprises, as it turned out. "Well, I've come a lot closer than Ray," Kitty said after Pete asked her to confirm her remark about having never been on a planned date. That hinted at more than a little about Kitty’s dating history, if she was using Rachel as a baseline for comparison. After a moment of thought she continued. "But the Brotherhood attacked at the start of one, the Shadow King ambushed us during another one, and then there was the one that was with Jessica Drew's boyfriend. We actually made it through most of that one before we ended up in a fight with Freedom Force." That really did seem to follow a certain pattern, didn’t it? More than one, actually. “Sounds almost like Darkholme’s most of the problem,” he said. No wonder Kitty had been so insistent on keeping her distance from her during the wedding. Well, he supposed that just made it one more reason to give this idea of planning a date ahead of time a try. They drew a little closer, hands finding comfortable places to rest on each other. He quite liked the way it felt to lay next to her like this. "I'm game if you are," she said, right before Pete decided that it was past time he kissed her again. She seemed to agree, and they relaxed into it, focused only on each other as their lips pressed together. When the kiss was done, Pete suggested they borrow the Flit and take it wherever they wanted. It wouldn’t be the first time they’d done that. Braddock was almost done yelling at him for it, even. If they were particularly lucky, they might get through the date without explosions or gunfights or whatever other craziness seemed to follow them around wherever they went. God, he loved how soft and smooth Kitty’s skin was. His hand began a languid journey along her thigh almost without him thinking about it. Kitty laughed, a light, amused sound as they looked at each other. "I think you might be jinxing it just by saying that out loud, Pete." Her words matched his own thoughts on the matter almost exactly, but he’d come to expect that with her. They were almost always of similar minds when they got together. By now it just felt natural. “Too late to take it back,” he shrugged, still grinning. “We’ll have to avoid taxis, I suppose.” He wasn’t much on walking, but there was no denying that it was better than getting blown up. And they were used to chaos by now. It might feel strange not to have something spring on them. "Would we even know what to do if things weren't going haywire?" Kitty asked, once again striking home his thoughts. Her fingers trailed down his arm to his shoulder, leaving a pleasant, almost electric sensation in their wake. "Might be fun to find out, though, huh? And you now, you do still owe me a dance." Pete flashed his teeth as his smile widened. “I haven’t forgotten,” he assured her. They would have to take care of that some time, wouldn’t they? “Like I told you before, long as I’m around, you’ll always have a partner.” He leaned in for another kiss, longer and deeper than the one before, pressing closer while his free hand became bolder as it resumed its explorations. He shifted sideways, rolling them both she was fully on her back. He slid one knee up slightly and freed his other hand so he could use them to brace himself and keep his balance. He broke the kiss and began a trail of small kisses down her body, moving steadily from her throat to her breast, kissing around it in a loose spiral before reaching the nipple and sliding his tongue over it. He did the same with her other nipple before kissing outward, reversing the spiral and moving lower. “Some place to do some dancing, then,” he said, voice dropping an octave. He rose up slightly on his hands and knees and he looked up her body at her, smiling. “Should be plenty o’ those to choose from.” The measured path of kisses took him past her waist, where he lingered, kissing a little arc from one hip bone to the next and back before resuming his journey down her thigh. “Although there are a few places we might want to avoid, now that I think about it,” he said, sliding himself to the foot of the bed. He shifted his weight around and dipped his head, kissing the inside of her knee and then slowly back up along her inner thigh. “Well. Avalon isn’t technically on earth. We're not likely to wind up there on purpose.” Which would at least make that one in particular easy enough to keep away from. For the most part. |
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