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Chasing The Night; 05/23-evening- (617 Pete & Kitty)
Topic Started: Jul 20 2013, 10:45 PM (1,071 Views)
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So, the explanation behind all that business with the other Kitty and the Proteans amounted to a bit of unintentionally crossed wires. Pete could see the swirl of emotions behind Kitty’s account of the matter. As much as she disliked the Soulsword, and she could hardly be blamed for that, she’d reached out for it all the same. In doing so, she’d inadvertently set off a chain of events spanning both dimensions and time. She’d feel partially responsible, no matter what she’d intended. Evidence, per her, of the difficulty she had with the power she was inexplicably tied to.

Sometimes she could be hard on herself like that, but the sigh that she gave as he caressed her cheek was pure contentment. She turned her head slightly and he felt her lips light along the back of his fingers. She couldn’t have possibly known what Rasputin was up to. Nobody else did either, since she hadn’t bothered to tell anyone. What mattered to Pete was that Kitty had been willing to do whatever it took to find them.

"I was a little frantic at the time. No idea if all of us were here, or scattered across the multi-verse, or even who Widget had teleported off for sure." Her hand moved to his stubbled jaw, slowly bussing her fingers along the line as she looked at him. He remembered her description of the day she’d been having up until her call over the webcam. Lost, battling killer robots with her shoes, dealing with ancient Nazi scientists, a close friend long dead and a rerun of her first encounter with Pete. It was perfectly understandable that she’d be a little frantic. Most would have been met all that with far less composure.

Well, the situation seemed clear enough. Kitty would succeed Rasputin as Limbo’s next ruler if anything happened to her fried, regardless of how she felt about it personally. It was something he needed to know. Of that, he had no argument whatsoever. It wasn’t the sort of thing that usually came with package where relationships were concerned, but when it came to Kitty, that wasn’t exactly a new thing. He’d been able to live with it as her friend and partner for four months going. He trusted her without reservation, always would, and he loved her more than he could possibly express. As to whether there was any point worrying about it, there were a number of things he’d like to ask her about first.

In truth, the questions had been piling up since the discussion began, new ones joining the queue with each revelation. At some point he should find out more about this fight Kitty’d had with Illyana. They’d get to those later. For now, with this, he’d keep to several of the most pressing matters on his mind regarding the idea of her connection to Limbo and the Soulsword.

But only after he’d finished kissing her good and long. Her response was immediate, joining him as they rolled together, her on her back, him atop her. A fresh wave of heat and arousal spread within him, growing and intensifying the love and affection already there until it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.

First, he wanted to be sure that the danger to her wasn’t an issue. Not safe the way anyone else used it. Their lives were far too exciting to expect any different there. Or to even want any different for that matter. But she meant everything to him, and came first in all things. He was so used to her ability to phase, how it rendered almost any threat irrelevant when it came to her. Something like this, though. It put a new perspective on the way she always reacted when someone pointed a gun at him.

"I'll be fine," she said softly, without hesitation. Her fingers slowly followed a line down the center of his back, the light contact utterly sensual, adding to the building excitement. Or maybe it was the way she shivered as his lips moved to the nape of her neck before he asked his next question.

She knew how important the safety of others was to him. It didn’t matter if he knew them or not, he still cared. He always had, and he couldn’t help take that into account when it came to this. Even in Rasputin’s hands, that power was a dangerous thing. If Kitty worried about what might happen when it fell to her, that side of things had to be taken into account.

He followed the urging of her arms as they twined around him, pressing closer to her even as he continued to move down her gorgeous body. There was a slight, added hesitation in her answer this time, but he understood. It was a big thing to ask of her, even as an assurance. "You know I don't want that, either," she told him, her breathing growing short. "I'll figure out how to get a handle on it."

And she would. He knew she meant it as soon as the words were out. How, they could work on. He’d help however he could, and there was time.

Next he asked if it might fundamentally change her in any way that mattered. It was a dark power, one that could corrupt anyone who came in contact with it if they were careless. Kitty was the sort who would respect that, and her heart and spirit was as good as they came. Her stories earlier proved just how strong her will was. If anyone could stand up to that darkness, to carry it around without it taking her with it, he knew she could. All he needed was for her to say it.

A light moan followed his next kiss, and once again her answer came freely. In a heady whisper she said, "No, I'll always be me."

That left one last bit of concern. One last matter he needed to be sure of. His lips pressed to her navel, watching her response, the tensing of her muscles and quickening of her breath. Her fingers tightened on his shoulders as he asked her to tell him that this wouldn’t come between them. His heart belonged to her, open in ways that nobody else could ever hope to touch. One of the things this experience had driven home for him was that distance and time might occasionally separate them, and they were both strong enough to not only get through that, but smash through every barrier until they were back together. But the thought of being divided from her in spirit was more than he thought he could bear. If there’d been any doubt of that before, it had vanished the second he’d laid eyes on her down at the club. The second he’d so much as heard her voice calling his name.

"I wouldn't have it any other way," she said, eyes having drifted shut over the course of his journey. She ginned suddenly, and tacked on a little note on top of that with, "but I'm not sure how Lockheed's going to take the news."

A soft chuckle escaped from Pete as he moved lower. “We’ll see,” he told her. “The rat and I are on a bit of a truce at the moment.” It hadn’t meant they’d gotten along, and it might be over the second she came back, but the wretched little coat-burner might swallow the news a little easier because of it.

His mind wasn’t so much on Kitty’s pet who she insisted wasn’t a pet at the moment, however. Not as he drew closer to the nexus between her legs, the way her back arched beneath him, her legs parting in silent invitation as his hands slid over her thighs.

He wasn’t quite sure where the next thought came from, but as he hovered right at the threshold, he was unable to resist the urge to give it voice. Nor was he able to wipe the devilish smile off his face as he did so. If a pillow came sailing his way because of it, at least he’d know it was coming. It was a fair question, though. The bond between Kitty and Rachel, just as the bond between her and Rasputin, transcended definition. Rachel had been able to find Kitty, to reach out and speak to her through that alone. What was to say the Phoenix might not decide to inhabit Kitty the same way, were something to happen to her time-displaced best friend?

"Oh. Uh...yeah," Kitty said in an indefinite tone. Her face was a refined mask of seriousness that would have done any politician proud, but even from this angle, Pete could see the glimmer of amusement in her eyes. No matter what she said or how she looked, they were always a dead giveaway, at least to him. He wondered if even she knew that. "I was going to get to that later, actually, since it's a lot to deal with all at once. But, yeah, kind of the same deal with Rachel. If anything happens to her, I get the Phoenix Force."

It was an admirable effort. He’d have loved to have seen Feron’s reaction to her saying that. Pete, however, had to fight to keep from laughing softly. Both of his brows rose to his hairline in mock surprise. “Well I have only one thing to ask you to do about that, at least,” he said, smile widening enough for his teeth to show. With affected slowness, as if he was asking a great, weighty favor, he said, “Pull the other one.”

Just as he expected, she rolled her eyes and snatched the pillow behind her with one hand. This time he at least knew what was coming, and was able to duck away from the attack, which didn’t so much clear him from the line of fire, but had the benefit of bringing him closer to where he’d been going anyway. "You're awful," said, laughing. Which he was, and it was nice to have her remind him of that. It had been at least ten minutes since the last one. He joined her, laughing himself as he took advantage of that to reach up and grab the pillow out of her hand before she could draw it back for another assault. Disarming her didn’t put him completely in the clear, since he still had to worry about the other pillow, but it did help some.

"And if I did inherit the Phoenix Force, the first thing I'd do was turn all your cigarettes into something good for you. Like tofu."

Pete winced theatrically, but a few more bubbles of laughter escaped all the same. “And let me waste away to nothing?” he said in a severe voice that was anything but. “That’s a horrible thing to do. I’m afraid I’ll have to punish you, now.”

He dipped his head a few degrees and blew softly against the delicate folds before him. Slipping one hand beneath her, he nudged her up and in a smooth motion, slid the pillow beneath her hips. His hands moved back to her thighs, palms grazing inward and higher. “I’m craving something else at the moment, anyway,” he whispered huskily, and moved his face in, tongue slipping out to taste her for the first time.

Pete savored it, moving slow as he drew his tongue along the outer edge of slick flesh. Heady and intense, a sweet, womanly spice that was uniquely her. Completely irresistible. Gently, he moved inward, sliding down along the folds, then slowly up between them sliding up until he found the stiff little nub. He placed a feather-light kiss upon it and then explored it with his tongue. Gentle, teasing motions and pressure and tempo, testing her response, alert for her preference, seeking out whatever thrilled her in the most and best ways possible.

For her, and her pleasure, he would never give her anything less.
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Pete was trying to distract her again.

He was proving to be pretty good at that, actually, in ways she hadn't imagined. Well, not entirely imagined, maybe. She'd always had a pretty decent imagination, after all.

Even with the very, very enjoyable and growing distractions, though, Kitty still managed to keep part of her attention on Pete's questions and on her own answers. They weren't given lightly, or in the heat of the moment, regardless of the things Pete was doing that were drawing more and more of her attention.

The questions were serious ones, expected ones. Ones that touched her in ways she hadn't imagined and made her think of some of it in ways that hadn't occurred to her. They deserved serious answers.

She could give him those as he slid down her body, his mouth and hands reigniting fires that had barely had a chance to settle into smouldering embers. She'd be fine, she'd make sure of that. So would everyone else, because she didn't want anyone else hurt. Especially because of her and most especially Pete, since now he'd be more directly in the line of any kind of fallout from all this than anyone else. That gave her even more incentive to get a handle on this and she knew she could.

It might not be easy, but she could.

And the next question? There was only one answer there: she'd always be her, always be the person Pete knew. The person she wanted to be. Over the years, she'd fought too hard to be who she was, for the right to be herself and not whoever the next megalomaniac who came down the pike thought she should be. Tried to force her to be.

The last was one Pete didn't even have to ask, but hearing the words had a soft, warm glow settling in her chest that was separate from the increasingly urgent, anticipatory heat searing along her skin. The physical separation, even though it'd just been a few days, had been an eye opener in a lot of ways. She'd missed him with a depth she hadn't expected, felt that hole where his presence normally was in a very real sense.

Whatever came next, whatever happened after this or where ever things went, she wanted him with her. She wouldn't have it any other way. Though she couldn't resist, and didn't bother trying, voicing the suspicion that Lockheed might not be so thrilled with the arrangement.

There was a light laugh from Pete as he shifted downward a little more. “We’ll see,” he told her. “The rat and I are on a bit of a truce at the moment.” Huh, that was a new one and one brow lifted curiously. She was going to have to ask him about that one. They might have to write it down, just to mark the occasion or something.

Knowing him, he'd probably insist he and Lockheed had had some sort of discussion to come to this new agreement.

Follow-up would have to wait, though, because Pete was suddenly giving her a look, and a smile to go with it that meant definite trouble. Or maybe minor insanity, considering the next question, which was completely deserving of the answer he got.

Tell a guy she was heir to one hell dimension and this is what she got. Figured.

Not that he believed any of it, no matter how serious to she was trying to look. Not any more than she was buying the raised brows of totally not-believable surprise he had going there. “Well I have only one thing to ask you to do about that, at least,” he said, smile widening enough for his teeth to show. With affected slowness, as if he was asking a great, weighty favor, he said, “Pull the other one.”

And that was completely deserving of the pillow to the head (or at least the attempt, since she didn't quite connect) that followed, along with the threat of what horrible things she'd do to his cigarettes if she did happen to suddenly inherit the Phoenix Force from Ray. The threat of cigarette to tofu conversion definitely had the desired effect of a wince, though that was a little exaggerated and the smile never really left his eyes.

A brief laugh followed as he countered, “And let me waste away to nothing?” in an attempt at dire that just had her rolling her eyes playfully again. Yeah, right. “That’s a horrible thing to do. I’m afraid I’ll have to punish you, now.”

Kitty's brows flickered upward again as she gave him an amusedly skeptical look. "Yeah, yeah. Where have I heard that one before." She was shaking. Really.

Actually, she was gasping as Pete bent his head and warm breath skimmed over very, very sensitive areas. His hand slid under her and she lifted her hips as he slid the pillow she'd sent toward his head under her hips, hand sliding over her inner thighs again in a way that had anticipation tightening her muscles again and heat settling in her belly.

“I’m craving something else at the moment, anyway,” he whispered huskily and before she could even consider any sort of reply his tongue slid over her, scattering all her thoughts in a jolt of unexpectedly intense pleasure. There was an edge of nerves there, too. Slight and fleeting, but catching her attention for just a second.

Not unwelcome sensations. Not at all. But new and different and intense in a way she hadn't imagined. They stole her breath, had her hips lifting slightly, her fingers tangling in his hair as Kitty tried to remember to get her lungs to draw air in, instead of just expel it. Oh god, that...

The thought didn't finish, couldn't, as he did things with his mouth and tongue she really hadn't imagined. Not in a personal way. Not the way desire and arousal took a sudden jump of several notches, along with her pulse, as his lips and tongue teased at her clit.

That was...god, she didn't have words or descriptions. It was all feelings and sensations and instinct as her hips moved of their own accord, seeking more contact and pressure, teeth pulling at her lower lip and neck arching. Did he have any idea what that was doing to her?

He must have, since he seemed to know exactly where to press, how to tease and all the ways to blank out any hope of thinking beyond one moment to the next. One response to the next.

Breath coming in increasingly shallow gasps, Kitty closed her eyes, felt the familiar tightening of muscles and the coiling of heat that grew steadily stronger, managing to gasp out, "God. Pete," but couldn't form enough of a coherent thought to follow that up with anything else.

He was doing that on purpose, she suspected, but there wasn't any reason at all for complaint. Not in a million years.
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An actual truce with the rat. Pete could almost hear Kitty’s thoughts out loud at that one, and the way she arched her brow made it even more obvious. They’d probably end up talking about that one soon, too, although he didn’t personally expect the truce to last much past the point when he and Kitty returned to their proper dimension.

He’d worry about the potent ional resumption of that particular war another time. For now, he had another question to ask, though this one had far less weight behind it than the others. In fact, they soon were both fighting not to laugh. Then she attacked him with a pillow, and the laughter escaped from both of them. He loved laughing with her, and somehow they managed to find reasons to share in a laugh no matter what the situation. Just part of the way she could put him at ease without even trying. Just by being her, and being near.

This time he was able to actually evade the pillow, which was practically a miracle in itself, given he didn’t have much room to maneuver. He even managed to seize possession of the pillow, preventing her from swinging it at him a second time. Not that she couldn’t use the other pillow. Or she might just threaten him verbally.

Tofu cigarettes? That was just vicious. He’d need to punish her for that one.

Her brows ascended once more, and the look in her eyes was bright and dubious. "Yeah, yeah. Where have I heard that one before." She had heard it before, just under two weeks ago. More laughter had followed that time, from both of them. It had been a good night.

This one was better. Much better. Each moment kept making that more true.

What followed was a gasp as Pete picked up where he’d left off a short while earlier. First with the warm caress of his breath. Her hips rose with his guiding hand as he slipped the pillow beneath them, and he looked down at her, taking in the sight of building anticipation on her face, the way her muscles began to coil as he slid his hands over her thighs.

What he hungered for right now was this. And her. There was undeniable pleasure in the way her body responded to the touch of his mouth and tongue. The subtle lift of her hips toward him, as if seeking more. The quickening, panting breaths and her fingers lacing through his hair, urging him on and stoking the flames of his own desire.

There was something else as well. A newness there and unfamiliarity that did not escape Pete’s notice as he worked his way to her clit. He was mindful of that, taking care to ease into whatever he did, to be gentle so as not to startle her out of her own pleasure and growing excitement. His senses were filled with her, intense and intoxicating in the best way imaginable. With each cue he added to his explorations, adjusted his approach, slowly drawing out her preferences, ready to back away from anything that made her the slightest bit uncomfortable. If there had been anything, however, she gave no sign, only losing herself further into the pleasure as he watched her.

Her hips thrust forward erratically, insatiably, her head bowed back as he breath became increasingly ragged. She was beautiful, erotic in ways he wondered if she even suspected. "God. Pete," she said, gasping, nearly writhing underneath him.

He lifted his mouth away, just slightly, and had to work to steady his own gasping breaths. He looked down at her, her face and her eyes, the undeniably throbbing of his heart sending warmth coursing through him. He drew one hand down, tracing the curve with his finger until he reached her entrance. Gently he slipped it into the warm, waiting wetness. With slow, measured movements he explored her, slipping a little deeper each time, then drawing back until… there.

His finger brushed along the small lump hidden within, and he drew the pad of his finger over it, giving the spongy surface a soft press as he observed Kitty’s reaction. He pressed again, and began to rub his finger against it in a come-hither motion. “I want you,” he whispered, and brought his tongue back to her clit. Moving steadily now, he intensified the attention, focusing on a single rhythm as he guided her to her approaching release. He kept his eyes on her, wanting to share the experience as his tongue and finger continued to encourage her to give herself over to the sensations and take her over the edge.
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Okay, so cognitive function? Might be overrated.

It might as well be if Pete was going to be doing that, because Kitty couldn't seem to muster any real coherence. Growing arousal and sensation were drowning it out and all she could managed were a gasped, disconnected word or two, but that seemed to be more than enough.

He didn't seem to mind, though. Or at least it didn't seem to slow him down, other than a brief lifting of his head as he looked at her in a way that had a hot flush of the very best sort rushing over her skin. That did things to her she couldn't have imagined, either, but any brief flicker of nerves or self-consciousness had already melted away. It was her and Pete and there wasn't anything between them that Kitty could imagine making her seriously uneasy. Nothing she could imagine not trusting him in.

This..this was just desire and want and need. If this was his idea of punishment, that would've given a whole different sort of ending to the job they'd done for Mr. Jardine a couple of weeks ago.

A movement of his hand, tracing over sensitive areas that had her spreading her legs wider, then his finger slipped inside her. Muscles tensing further at the intimate, erotic contact, her hips lifted again, breath coming increasingly faster. God, she loved how he touched her, gentle and sure. Electric.

Especially when he hit a particularly sensitive spot that had her pulling in a sharp breath, everything else suddenly eclipsed at the sudden jolt of nearly overwhelming pleasure. Another moan broke free and any sort of possibility of thinking vanished in favor of reacting, muscles tensing and body moving in a way that didn't require any thought. That was just pure instinct as his finger and his tongue teased and stroked until she thought she actually might lose her mind.

That would be okay, too. Right now, she didn't have any real need for it, couldn't use it if she'd wanted to. All she could manage was riding increasingly powerful sensations that pulled at her, drew her higher and higher. Had that familiar coil of heat settling in her belly, spreading downward. Just when she thought it couldn't get any more intense, it did anyway and Kitty barely remembered to loosen her hold on his hair before Pete ended up losing more than a few dark strands.

"I want you,” he whispered and the words, the husky sound of his voice, was like another physical caress, warming her in a completely different way. Opening her eyes, she met his intense blue ones, still trying to remember to breathe and mostly deciding it was a completely lost cause.

"I want you, too," she replied breathlessly, before he went right back to driving her completely insane. If she'd ever wanted anyone more, those memories were lost, wiped out completely by this, by him. But she already knew there hadn't been, knew the strength of her own feelings when it came to Pete, even if it'd taken her probably longer than it should've to realize.

Abruptly, almost before she'd realized just how tight she was coiled, how quickly it was happening, she felt that building tension snap, sending her over the edge with a gasp. A dizzying wave of pleasure and release washed over her, dragging her under and not giving her any choice but to ride it out. God, that was incredible.

"Come here, you," she told him breathlessly, once she actually had breath again, lifting one hand and crooking her finger in his direction, peering at him through slitted eyelids.

As soon as she had the necessary, voluntary muscle control again, they were definitely going to try out that nice, big shower.
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She did like to say he was welcome to worship her if he chose.

The breathless sound of Kitty’s moans filled the room with each sure stroke of Pete’s finger, a sensual encouragement to the attentions he eagerly lavished upon her. He felt her hips jerk against him as he coaxed more and new sensations, her body seeming to move with a will of its own with every teasing flick of his tongue, every kiss and gentle suck of her taut nub. He wanted to know every way to please her best, to draw out her pleasure and take it as high and as far as either of them could imagine, and then further. The more she lost herself to bliss, the more he lost himself in her.

It wasn’t until her fingers relaxed against his hair that he became aware of just how tightly she’d been gripping him. He might be a bit sore later, but he couldn’t bring himself to really care. Not when he was bringing her closer to that most primal ecstasy.

God, he wanted her so much. Her eyes slipped open and met his, and he felt a rush of warmth pass through him that went infinitely beyond anything his body alone felt. He wanted her, more than he’d ever wanted anyone in his life. She was everything to him. He loved her and all he ever wanted to be for her was good, like Rachel had said he could be those few days ago that felt almost like a lifetime now. Every word he’d said about Kitty on that rooftop had been completely true, more honest than he’d ever been in a long time with anyone else who wasn’t Kitty. And yet now it all seemed to pale in comparison with how he felt about her now.

He hadn’t ever expected him to feel so intensely about someone, but of the nerves or doubts or self-consciousness that might have come with it, there wasn’t so much of a shred. Not with her. She’d never hurt him, never violate the complete trust in her. There was nothing she might want that he wouldn’t be willing to do or feel comfortable with her doing.

"I want you, too," she answered, sounding more than a little short of breath. And she had him, utterly.

With that his tongue sought her clitoris out once more, and he resumed a steady rhythm matched by his finger. He drank in the sensations, reveling in every movement of her body and tensing of her muscles, her taste and smell, every sound she made. All his attention was on her and the steady increase of her pleasure, the resonating pleasure that was his own as he ushered her closer to her climax.

She released a sharp, almost desperate gasp as the orgasm washed over her. He could feel the force of it as her body grew taut, muscles convulsing around his finger, as if trying to seize him and draw him in deeper. Pete rode it out with her, decreasing the pace of his tongue and finger, but not stopping until the aftershocks ebbed away and she relaxed against the pillow beneath her hips.

It took a bit for her to catch her breath, but when she did, there was a wicked, satisfied smile in her voice as she said, "Come here, you," and crooked her finger at him. The way she looked at him through heavy-lidded eyes was raw and erotic and unbelievably sexy.

Pete smiled and let his finger slip out of her. He lifted her up once more, only slightly to remove the pillow from beneath her, and then dipped his head down to gently kiss her between the legs one last time. One hand traced a leisurely path along her body, starting at her thigh and rising past her torso and belly and gently cupping the swell of her breast as he eased himself back toward her.

“Here I am,” he said as he lay down beside her, savoring the press of her body against the length of his own. He lowered his lips to hers for another long, sensual kiss, moving his hand to cup her shoulder as he deepened it. Reluctantly he pulled away and let her focus once more on catching her breath, a relaxed smile on his lips as he looked at her.

His other hand moved up to her hair, fingers playing lazily with a lock of it. This was nice too, just holding her, being near her. “You know, that shower’s starting to look pretty good right about now, yeah?” he said once it looked like she’d come down a little more, lips curling up as his smile became a trace wicked.
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Want. She wasn't sure that was a strong enough word. Need might be closer, but still not quite right. It was a combination of the two, maybe, and something stronger than both of them along with it.

Something Kitty didn't really have a word for, in the vocabulary of any of the several languages that she knew. Maybe there wasn't one, the brunette decided as she peered down at Pete and beckoned him back up to where she could get her hands on him again. That had been incredible, amazing. Erotic and pleasurable in ways she hadn't really imagined, but she wanted him back next to her now.

It was where she always wanted him.

He smiled and took his time getting there, though, to her way of thinking. Sliding the pillow out from under her hips and planting a final kiss on very, very sensitive areas that had her shivering a little again. Then let his hand wander over hers skin again, from her thigh to her breast, sparking more than just a shiver. Or maybe just gently re-stoked a fire that didn't seem to ever really be less than marginally banked.

She shifted toward his touch as he slid back up next to her with a, “Here I am,” as he stretched out next to her. Arms slipping around him as he bent his head, hand warm as it curved over her shoulder, she sank into another, slow, welcome kiss that left her even more breathless than a second before.

Breathing, she decided, was definitely overrated. Especially if Pete kept kissing her that way.

Then he pulled back a little, easy smile on his face that she was getting more and more used to seeing there. That she liked seeing there. A matching one curved her own lips as her fingers stroked light patterns over his back, head tilting slightly toward his fingers as they toyed idly with a stray lock of her hair.

Something in it all tugged at her heart, warmed her in an entirely different, deeper way. Yeah. Love. Easy to recognize. So strong it should've scared her, especially after the last couple of times she'd found herself at its mercy. But it didn't. It was as comfortable as everything else seemed to be where Pete was concerned, once they'd decided to stop snapping at one another. Warm and easy and exactly right.

An extension of the partnership, the friendship, they'd already built. Eventually she guessed the wonder of that might wear off a little, but definitely not yet.

“You know, that shower’s starting to look pretty good right about now, yeah?” The smile he was wearing took on a slightly wicked edge and Kitty couldn't help but let out a soft laugh, giving him an impish look in return.

"And here I thought you liked watching me get all sweaty," Kitty countered with a grin before leaning in for another quick kiss. She pulled back before she could be too tempted to make it a not so quick one, then sat up, gently and reluctantly disentangled herself, and swung her legs over the bed, "The shower it is, though. We're probably tempting fate by hanging out on the bed anyway. Who knows when it'll launch another attack."
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Kitty didn’t even need to ask, really.

Pete belonged with her, and no matter what, he’d always find a way to get there. Kitty looked relaxed and breathless, her limbs moving as if they were made of jelly, but her arms wrapped around him as he finished his journey next to her, linking them with the warmth of her embrace. The easy way her body shifted against his. It was comfortable and natural in a way he hadn’t imagined until the moment he’d acted on his feelings for her, and hadn’t questioned since. Especially now that he understood just how far the depths of those feelings went.

Another kiss, because there couldn’t ever be enough of that. They were both still gasping, but air seemed far less appealing when his lips were on hers and the whole room span dizzily around them. They both might pass out eventually if they kept that sort of thing up, but it was a risk he was willing to take.

He couldn’t help the way he was smiling when the kiss finally broke. Relaxed, affectionate, completely at ease in a way he hadn’t felt in ages. He didn’t have to look any further than the face in front of him, the way those eyes caught his, the smile on her face that could have been a mirror of his own. He fancied that smile quite a lot. That and the feel of her fingers tracing lazily over his back, the way she moved her head toward his hand as he stroked a lock of her hair.

There was only one word for the way he felt, and he’d spoken in more times in recent minutes than he had in many years. Love. It wasn’t a word he’d ever taken lightly. And it had often given him more grief than anything else. But he knew that wouldn’t be the case with Kitty. With her, it was easy, natural, just like everything else once they discovered how much they liked working together. And soon after that how much they liked each other’s company in general.

A friendship and partnership had grown so strong, so important to him, that he’d blinded himself to his own attraction to her rather than put either at risk. But it had turned out to be the exact opposite. Another layer, strengthening and enhancing the rest. And now that he saw it, he couldn’t imagine it being any other way with them.

Though at the moment, as Kitty seemed to draw ever closer to regaining full muscle control, he was thinking more and more about how appealing the shower seemed. Kitty let out a light, smoky laugh and the look she gave him was bright and playful.

She grinned and said, "And here I thought you liked watching me get all sweaty," before punctuating it with another kiss that made his pulse jump. He would have gladly lingered on that kiss for a good while longer, but Kitty sat up.

“I do,” Pete agreed candidly as he joined her, their limbs slowly releasing each other as they straightened on the bed, legs cresting the edge and settling on the floor. If the bed intended to launch another assault, this would have been its best chance, but it seemed content to behave for the moment. Possibly just to lull them into a false sense of security. “It’s one of me favorite looks on you.” And shower or not, he expected he’d be seeing it on her again before the night was over.

"The shower it is, though. We're probably tempting fate by hanging out on the bed anyway. Who knows when it'll launch another attack."

Pete chuckled at the comment and the way it had echoed his own thoughts. “We’re wise to it now, at least,” he said, rising to his feet. “It tries anything else, I think we can put it in its place.” He walked with Kitty to the shower, which showed all the signs of being military issue. Built more for utility and efficiency than space and comfort, but with a decent enough showerhead and enough room for both of them. It would certainly do.

He reached over to the knob and switched on the water, not even a squeak to herald the thin jets cascading toward the shower floor. As Pete reached up to test it, it occurred to him that they had plenty more to learn about each other than what they’d focused on sharing so far. There were little things, too. Things that hadn’t been a part of their relationship so far because there hadn’t been any reason for it. In this case, the temperature Kitty preferred when she took a shower.

Looking over at her, brows arching curiously, Pete said, “How hot do you like it?” Who knew how many other preferences and details would work its way into this before they were done. Perhaps he should draw up a list.
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Disentangling herself from Pete vs. joint shower. That was definitely a tough call, especially when she was perfectly content and comfortable exactly where she was. Moving seemed a little overrated, but the shower idea did sound pretty tempting.

It was the shower that won out, after a few seconds debate, a quick kiss, and some teasing. Here she could've sworn he liked watching her get all hot and sweaty.

“I do,” Pete agreed candidly as she sat up and he followed suit. “It’s one of me favorite looks on you.”

Grinning back over at him, mischief glinting in brown eyes and brows inching upward, Kitty answered with, "I'll have to keep that in mind when we're back home and it's time for an early morning training session." Not quite what he'd meant, she was sure, but some things there was just no way to resist. And really, why would she want to?

That shower was sounding better and better, though. It'd been a long day, even before the party. A shower that had Pete in there with her was doubly appealing. Plus, there was the bed factor to think about. It was obviously out to get them and it'd already defeated them once. Who knew when it'd launch it's next attack.

Pete let out a warm chuckle. Oh yeah, he could laugh now, but they seemed to be starting some sort of pattern of being completely defeated by bedroom furniture here. They might want to do something about that at some point. “We’re wise to it now, at least,” he said, rising to his feet. “It tries anything else, I think we can put it in its place.”

As she stood herself and took a second to stretch, the brunette shot him a faux-skeptical look, heading with him in the direction of the bathroom. "You can barely fend off a pillow," she pointed out with clear amusement and lips twitching into a grin, "We might have to work up to taking on the entire bed."

It wasn't exactly a spacious bathroom. Spare and functional like any other military issue type space, but it wasn't tiny, either. There was at least enough space that she and Pete weren't bashing into one another as she went to grab some towels from the corner cabinet and he started fiddling with the shower knobs.

Up here, there was decent water pressure and even hot water. And privacy, thank god. Something she couldn't say for the bathroom back down in the strip club basement. A cold shower wasn't exactly what they were going for here, or an accidental audience, she was pretty sure.

“How hot do you like it?” Pete asked as she turned back toward him, giving her a curious look. Kitty met that look with a similar one of her own and raised it one teasing grin.

"That's an amazingly loaded question, Pete," she quipped as she headed over with the towels, hanging them on the rail of the shower door for easy finding afterward. "I hardly even know where to start." God, he really was a bad influence. It was absolutely his fault that her mind had veered off into potential answers totally unrelated to shower spray temperature.

"Somewhere between scalding and freezing," Kitty added, coming over to lean around him and hold her hand under the spray, testing the water. "Anything's warmer than what they had down in the strip club basement." That seemed warm enough to her right now, in fact.

Funny the little things they didn't really know about each other, like shower temperature preferences, when they knew so much other stuff. But this wasn't exactly the kind of thing that tended to come up in casual conversation. It'd take them a little time to learn all the bits and pieces, she guessed, but Kitty found that she was looking forward to that process.

"You know," the brunette added, turning back to Pete with a grin, "we can always adjust it once we're in there." The grin turned decidedly mischievous and she grabbed for his arm, phasing through the part of the shower door that was in her way and into the shower, and making a concerted effort to drag him right in with her under the spray. The better to put that water temperature to the test.
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Early morning training sessions had nothing to do with how much Pete enjoyed the sight of Kitty after a good workout. She could try to link them together all she liked, but he’d told her before that he and both early mornings and training sessions were on a permanent trial separation. He’d just have to find other excuses to watch her get sweaty. Not that he had much to worry about, despite the teasing glint in Kitty’s eyes. Or perhaps because of it. It usually amounted to the same thing.

Seeing her wash up afterwards, on the other hand, was not among his list of experiences so far. He had a good feeling it would prove just as distracting, especially if he was a participant. There was only one way to find out for certain, however. And they knew the bed had it in for them, now. They had a much better chance of defeating it the next time it launched an attack.

Not that they’d had much luck with that so far, but things were bound to turn around for them eventually.

They both rose to their feet, but if Kitty kept stretching like that Pete had his doubts about them actually making it to the shower any time soon. He allowed himself a moment to admire her before lifting his eyes back up to find her flash him a mock look of doubt as they made for the bathroom door. "You can barely fend off a pillow," she reminded him playfully. That was hardly fair, considering the person wielding those pillows was a certified ninja, but he returned her grin all the same. "We might have to work up to taking on the entire bed."

Pete pretended to give it a moment’s consideration, eyes lighting on various amenities in the room. “I think we can arrange that,” he said confidently. There was plenty to choose from, with everything from the dresser to the chair available. They were certain to manage one way or another.

Kitty seemed pleased with the shower, which probably said a lot about the conditions she’d been living under for the past few days. She made right for the cabinets to pull out some towels while Pete switched on the water. Normally he would have simply adjusted the temperature to Kitty’s liking, but it occurred to him that he didn’t actually know what that was. That, at least, was easy enough to take care of just by asking.

"That's an amazingly loaded question, Pete," Kitty replied teasingly and his lips curled up into a smirk as he looked over his shoulder at her. He supposed it was at, and he’d let her decide whether it had been deliberate. She arranged the towels on the shower door, where it would be easy enough to grab them later. "I hardly even know where to start."

“Heh.” Maybe that was even true, but she seemed to be having fun all the same.

Pete went back to mess with the temperature a bit more. A moment later he felt her breasts press and slide against his back as she leaned around him and placed her hand under the spray. "Somewhere between scalding and freezing," she said, which he had a feeling was a manageable enough window. "Anything's warmer than what they had down in the strip club basement."

Just as luxurious as the place looked over the webcam, then. He knew she’d lived with less than even that, but he was glad they had something closer to a decent setup here. “Fair enough,” he said with a nod. “Remind me to ask again when we’re back to the usual level of weirdness.” Normal being a relative term where they were concerned.

There were so many little things about Kitty that Pete didn’t know yet. Minor things that there’d been no reason to ask about, like this with the shower. But like the conversation they were having, that was changing. Each discovery and revelation would happen in their own due time, and Pete was eager to uncover them.

Kitty turned back to Pete, and she was wearing a grin that he just knew meant trouble. "You know," she said, and Pete arched an eyebrow as he grinned questioningly at her. Just what was she up to, now? "we can always adjust it once we're in there."

Definitely trouble. The sudden gleam in her eyes as her grin widened only confirmed it. Before he could have second thoughts on the wisdom of letting her be this close to him while she was wearing that look, she had him. Her slender fingers seized his arm and she stepped into the shower, ghosting her way through the partially opened shower door.

“Hang on, don’t just-” was all he had time to say before she tugged him mightily toward her, and he had no choice but to follow. He didn’t bother to check his feet, knowing if there was anything in the way, she’d phase him as well. And besides, he had other things to worry about, like the sudden fountain of water cascading over him. The shock of it cut off any other objection he might have considered giving, and there he stood, suddenly drenched. Laughter bubbled out of him, which didn’t do much for his attempts to protest, but he hardly cared. Not when he was having this much fun.

And the water felt just fine, as far as he was concerned.

Eyes glinting with mirth, Pete fumbled for the shower door and slid it shut. He reigned in the laughter and looked down at Kitty, water running over her head and down her body, the wet skin seeming to almost shine and ripple before his eyes. Gorgeous and breathtaking. “Well, you’ve got me in here,” he informed her, in case she hadn’t noticed, “now what are you going to do?”
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A quick lean around Pete to check the water temperature and Kitty decided it was close enough. Not too warm, not to cold. Of course, anything above the general temperature of 'glacier' that seemed to be about all they managed down in the strip club would probably be close enough.

“Fair enough,” he said with a nod. “Remind me to ask again when we’re back to the usual level of weirdness.”

Turning toward him with a grin, Kitty lifted her brows a little. "You mean this isn't already the normal level of weirdness?" From where she stood, it was at least pretty close, other dimensions or not. "We'll have to try harder, then."

They could probably manage a few explosions, at least, if they put a little effort into it. Pete might feel a little more at home then.

Or they could go back to dealing with the shower temperature. Which would probably be easier to adjust if they were both in there with it. The grin turned probably more than a little mischievous as she grabbed onto her also grinning boyfriend/partner...

“Hang on, don’t just-”

...and pulled him unceremoniously through any bits of the shower that happened to be in the way and right in with her and directly under the shower spray. If there was another part that finished out that sentence, he never quite got to it, but she could use her imagination easily enough to figure it out while he stood there, soaked and laughing.

Which of course had her laughing, too, as he had the presence of mind to reach over and pull the shower door shut before they drowned the bathroom floor. He was giving her one of those looks. The amused type that said she'd probably pay for this later all the same as she reached up, still laughing softly and completely unrepentantly, to push the wet hair back off of his forehead.

Of course, that just meant she was summarily drenched, too, and she ended up doing the same with her own hair as it tried to plaster itself to her face like tenacious, drippy, brown tentacles. By then, he'd managed to stop laughing and was looking down at her and her grin turned back to a smile as she realized again just how much she'd missed him.

“Well, you’ve got me in here,” he informed her, in case she hadn’t noticed, “now what are you going to do?” Brows lifting in intrigued amusement, the grin made a return visit to her face as her arms slipped over his shoulders and her hands linked loosely behind his neck.

"You're just full of leading questions, aren't you?" she asked, brown eyes twinkling. "I suppose I could get a head start on answering those questions on what it's like to live with a bunch of outlaw superheroes in a strip club basement," Kitty answered faux-thoughtfully, head canting a little to the side, "Or I could probably just do this."

Not really giving him a chance to answer, or choose, she leaned in and kissed him again, slowly. Savoring the warmth of his mouth and the heat of his body as the water cascaded over them. Besides, if he'd picked the first option, she might've been tempted to go ahead and drown him.
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They might have to add the shower to the list of things in the room conspiring against them, although in this case Pete was sure the responsibility for Kitty’s sudden attack could be laid entirely at her feet. And her hands. And the wicked, playful gleam in her eyes that Pete always knew meant she was up to something.

He quite fancied that look.

He was phased, tugged, drenched and laughing before he had the chance to so much as complete a token protest. Which soon had her laughing as well. Good to know she was enjoying this, although she had to know he’d pay her back for that. He wasn’t sure how just yet - the shower didn’t rightly offer much in the way of prank opportunities - but he’d think of something. They were both still laughing, however, as he finished shutting the shower door, and she reached up to clear the wet hair off his forehead.

She’d gotten soaked herself, however. Water sheeted off her body and she had to drag some of her own hair out of her face. Their laughter had faded, but they were both still smiling. For a moment he had to look at her, to take the sight of her in again. Just when he thought he’d seen how beautiful she really was, ended up seeing it in yet another new light. His smile softened as he thought once more about just how much he’d missed her. Everything that was her.

It had been far too long.

She had him, no doubt at all. I more ways than just in the shower, but that would do for the moment. It did, however, raise the question of what she intended to do about it. She must have had a few ideas, given the rise of her brows and the grin that reappeared on her face. Hazel eyes twinkling, she lifted her arms and clasped them behind his neck in a loose embrace, saying, "You're just full of leading questions, aren't you?"

Pete nodded slightly, a crooked smile tugging at his lips. He linked his hands around her waist, the tips of his thumbs tracing light circles around the small of her back. “Suppose I’ve been feeling a certain amount of inspiration recently, yeah?” he teased back.

"I suppose I could get a head start on answering those questions on what it's like to live with a bunch of outlaw superheroes in a strip club basement," she said, effecting a thoughtful expression as she tilted her head to the side slightly. "Or I could probably just do this."

She leaned toward him, pressing her mouth to his. He returned the kiss, slow and easy, faint embers blazing bright within him once more, like a tongue of fire curling and coursing through him. His skin tingled wherever her body touched his, and his hands tenderly drew her further in his arms as his lips parted and deepened the kiss. The warm chorus of water dimmed all other sound save that of their lips together. A light fog of steam rose up, cloaking them in its translucent swirls. He would have cheerfully let the moment go on for an eternity as one languid kiss became two, then three.

A soft sigh of pleasure escaped as a fourth joined the progression. His fingers unthread from each other and one hand slid down her outer thigh, coming to rest midway to her knee. With no small reluctance he broke the kiss, drawing in a much needed breath and smiled down at her. “Good choice,” he said, low and husky. “Very good choice.”

He’d also call it a very good start, but he had a feeling he didn’t need to tell Kitty that.
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Later, there would be payback. Kitty knew this as well as she knew Pete himself but that didn't even slow her down as she jerked him into the shower (by way of through most of the shower door) and under the spray. They were both drenched and laughing in no time flat and that was familiar and welcome and more than worth whatever he ended up doing later to get her back for that little surprise.

He was here and she was here, both of them in the same place, the same dimension again, and Pete was smiling at her in that way that tugged at something inside her. Something that was more than just attraction and desire as she reached up to smooth the dark, dripping hair back off his forehead, then did the same to her own as she smiled back at him.

Yeah, she had him in here now and she had more than a few ideas on what to do with him, but he was just full of loaded questions, wasn't he? Not that that was a complaint. Not at all, as her arms slid over his shoulders and around his neck, just for the added contact of warm, wet skin against her own. For the comfortable, easy way they seemed to fit together.

With his mouth lifting in a lopsided smile, Pete nodded his acknowledgement to her 'accusation' as his hands linked at her back, fingers tracing easy patterns at the small of her back. That prompted her to lean into him a little more, shifting her weight slightly to the balls of her feet. “Suppose I’ve been feeling a certain amount of inspiration recently, yeah?” he teased back and the smile turned to a soft grin and a mock-considering look.

Oh, he had huh? That sounded promising.

Though she supposed she could get a head start on answering those questions he had about life with a bunch of outlaw, terrorist super-heroes who lived in the basement of a strip club. That was an option, even if not her favorite one right now. Or she could just kiss him, because she really wanted to kiss him.

No, she wouldn't ever get tired of this, Kitty decided, as she did just that. She'd never get tired of kissing him, or of the way he kissed her back. Unhurried, smooth, arms tightening around her and drawing her in closer, even as her own arms tightened around his neck. Easy. So easy with him. So easy to just lose herself to him, with him as her heartbeat took a jump and her lips parted as Pete deepened the kiss.

Or kisses. She lost count in there somewhere of whether there were one or several. Lost track of how long they stayed like that and even forgot about the shower itself except for the awareness of warmth. Of damp skin sliding against her own, unhurried but with that same lingering fire just beneath the surface.

Pete's soft, contented exhalation of breath seemed to seep into her skin, like the soft tendrils of steam curling around them. The light brush of his fingers along her thigh pulled an answering gust of breath from her, something between a moan and a sigh and she bent her leg at the knee and hip, sliding it slowly up along his.

“Good choice,” Pete told her, voice low and husky and god that was sexy. “Very good choice.” Head tilting back a little, Kitty gazed up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, pad of her thumb stroking lightly along the skin at the back of his neck.

"Yeah, I'm really fond of that one, too," she agreed, smiling again as her eyes moved over his face. "Trust me, it's a lot more interesting than Basement Stories of the Resistance Strip Club." Even with Nemesis thrown in, and she was also pretty sure if she had to try to remember any actual details of the last few days her brain would fail utterly right now.

Plenty of time for that later, anyway. Right now, she just wanted to take advantage of the steam and the water and the fact that he was right here. Finally. Exactly where she'd wanted him for days.

"Story time later?" she asked softly as she leaned in, planting a kiss just under his ear, then an equally soft one just beneath that one at the curve of his jaw. "I love you," Kitty added in a whisper, letting the words hang in the air with the steam, soft and airy, but real and solid all the same.
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Pete had nothing against listening to Kitty’s experiences with strip-club-dwelling Freedom Fighters. They were sure to get around to that at some point. If not tonight, then soon. But he liked the feel of her in his arms much, much more. Their bodies brushing against each other under the torrid spray of the shower while they kissed long and slow and deep.

And it got better.

Lips parted as one kiss followed another. He couldn’t say how many, or how long, and it hardly mattered. They could have been in the shower or the surface of the Moon. As long as he was with her, he was right where he belonged. He’d missed her, and he liked being able to just enjoy being with her. And the way she kissed was very, very enjoyable. He was in no hurry to put an end to that. He was never going to be in a hurry to put an end to kissing her.

One of Pete’s hands found its way to her thigh, drawing a sound from Kitty that as much a moan as a contented sigh. Damn sexy, and he couldn’t help but let out a slight moan himself as she slowly drew her leg up, arching her hip invitingly as she slid against him. He wasn’t going to be able to control himself if she kept doing that sort of thing. Not that he was all that concerned. Self-control was overrated.

Yes, of Kitty’s suggestions for what she could do, this was the better choice by far. And he was getting all sorts of ideas for what else they could be doing. Kitty’s head tilted away from him slightly, and she ran the tip of her thumb along the back of his neck, which was only adding to that list of ideas.

Kitty smiled, her gorgeous brown eyes looking him over, making his heart skip another beat. "Yeah, I'm really fond of that one, too," she said. "Trust me, it's a lot more interesting than Basement Stories of the Resistance Strip Club."

There was no question of that. They could talk about that any time. He’d waited days for this. For her. She was all he wanted to focus on now, and that part was coming easy. His free pressed lightly at her waist, drawing her closer. “Right now I wouldn’t be able to pay attention to that, anyway,” he assured her.

She leaned in and in a soft voice said, "Story time later?" Her lips pressed a soft kiss just below his ear, followed by another lower, against a very sensitive spot of flesh at the curve of his jaw. He drew in a sharp breath, a soft gasp trailed by a low almost-growl a moment later. Christ, did she have any idea what that was doing to him?

"I love you," Kitty said, voice a whisper, the words a caress as gentle and arousing as any touch.

Pete slid his free hand up her back to her shoulder. “I love you,” he replied in a matching whisper. It was even easier to say than the first time, and he liked the sound of it even more now. It should have scared him, to think about how deeply in love he was, but with Kitty it never crossed his mind. She was everything his heart could ever want, and it was as natural, as right to love her as everything else she was to him.

He cupped her shoulder while he his other hand moved higher along and under her thigh. He carefully pivoted, turning her toward the shower wall and setting her back against it. “Story time can wait,” he added in complete agreement with her earlier suggestion. Telling her how much he loved her was good, but right now it was just as important, and he was just as eager to show her.
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Not that living in a strip club basement with a bunch of alternate dimensional super-heroes turned outlaw Resistance terrorists hadn't been interesting. It definitely had. Almost as interesting as that time Excalibur had crash landed the train on a planet that looked like it was designed by George Lucas and she and Rachel had nearly ended up as dinner for the locals.

At least no one here had tried to barbeque them, though she had an idea Carol Danvers would've happily done just that if she could've managed to make it happen. That mission had definitely been an adventure, but they'd come out of it with both Carol and Cap's shield. And a good idea of what Pete looked like in spandex.

That was definitely a story she needed to share with her partner and boyfriend later, along with visual aids from the security camera footage. He'd love that. But it could wait. So could all the other various things they'd get to sooner or later.

No matter how interesting living in the Resistance strip club basement had been, kissing him was definitely winning in the most interesting thing contest. She was very, very fond of kissing Pete she was quickly discovering.

“Right now I wouldn’t be able to pay attention to that, anyway,” he assured her, the press of his palm at her back, gentle but steady, drawing her in to that close, comfortable space against him. It was a natural fit. Easy.

Exactly right.

"That's kind of the idea," she murmured with a hint of a soft grin, leaning in to press her lips to the warm, damp skin just under his ear, then lower, at the point of his jaw. Story time later, then. They'd get to all of it, sooner or later.

Right now, she couldn't have put the words together anyway. Not with that sharp gasp of breath Pete drew in, or that following sound that he made that was almost a growl and sent her heart rate spiking. God that was sexy, but there was more here than just sex and the words for that drifted out easily. Whispered against his skin and hanging in the damp air around them.

She loved him, and that was natural, too. Just as easy. Felt just as exactly right. Maybe it wasn't anything she'd expected, though god she had to wonder now why she hadn't. But it was something she wanted. More than she'd wanted anything, or anyone, in a long, long time.

“I love you,” he replied in a matching whisper hand moving up her back and settling at her shoulder. There was a soft, suffusing heat in those words that seeped into her, spread through her, and had nothing to do with the temperature of the water raining over them that she barely even noticed at this point. She could wrap herself up in that, in Pete, and be completely content.

The next thing she knew, Pete's hand slid higher along her thigh and they'd switched places, the cool tile of the shower wall against her back, his lean frame pressed against her from the front. Breath quickening, her arms drew in tighter, pulling him closer as another thrill of pleasure and renewed arousal shot through her.

“Story time can wait,” he added and her brows winged slightly upward, mouth curving upward. Fingers trailing idly along his back from shoulder to waist, Kitty peered consideringly into those electric blue eyes of his.

"So show and tell, then, instead?" she teased as the grin spread a little wider. God, she did love him and wanted him. More than she had words for. But maybe more important than all of that, they really were still them and she loved that, too.
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It was as if Kitty had a natural insight, finding the most sensitive spots on Pete's body and touching them in exactly the right way. God, if she kept doing things like that he wasn't sure he'd be able to control himself. It sounded like that was exactly what she was going for. Right now he couldn't have paid attention to any stories about her adventures in this dimension if she tried. That much, she did intend, by what she'd said, and in Pete's opinion, she absolutely had the right idea.

Everything she did with her hands. Her lips. Her tongue. Sweet. Intoxicating. And then she whispered those words that warmed him and sent his heart pounding in ways that were related, connected, but went so much further than the any of that.

Just as he loved her. It was as true and sure as all the rest. Easy in a way he might not have ever expected, but he couldn't imagine it as anything else now. Saying it again felt right. Words that needed to be spoken, and he quite liked the way they felt. He loved her and he wanted her and there was nothing for it but to embrace that as fully as he ever had anything he could remember. It was another part of what they were, for longer than he'd realized. Of that he was certain.

And then he shifted, turning them both so her back was against the smooth tiles of the shower wall. His body pressed closer to hers and he felt her breathing grow more rapid as much as he heard it. Her arms tightened around him, drawing him even closer. He could feel her heat, bright and distinct from the cascading spray of the shower.

He was perfectly willing to put off story time until later. In fact he insisted on it. They had so much else yet to talk about, but even that could wait. Right now he just wanted to enjoy the fact that they were here, together. To enjoy her, that piece that had been missing and was finally back.

Kitty's brows rose sharply, amusement clear in her captivating hazel eyes and the curve of her lips. Her fingers traced a path down his back, settling along his waist as she met his gaze, her expression full of mischief. "So show and tell, then, instead?" she said, lips widening into a full grin.

Now there was an idea. He blew out a soft chuff of laughter, amused by how close that matched up with what he'd been thinking at just that moment. But that, too, was another part of what made them them. "I like the sound of that," he said, sliding his hand from her shoulder and down her chest. He teased at her nipple and dipped his head down to nip lightly at her neck.

Lifting his head back, his lips curled into a wicked, playful smile. "Do you have anything particular in mind?" he asked, letting his fingers abandon her breast to wander their way to her hip. And then further, both hands moving in to gently cup her ass. "Because this looks like a good time to see some of that gymnastic ability o' yours, yeah?"

Pete bent his knees slightly for leverage, carefully bracing his feet against the shower floor. Arm muscles tensed and he slowly lifted her off her feet, letting the shower wall help keep them steady. His knees straightened and he moved his hips slightly to improve the angle and looked at her, gleam of desire bright in his eyes as he adjusted his grip on her just enough to let her take care of the rest.
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