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Chasing The Night; 05/23-evening- (617 Pete & Kitty)
Topic Started: Jul 20 2013, 10:45 PM (1,070 Views)
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They still had a lot of stories to tell. No doubt of that. Pete knew her. Knew who she was in all the ways that were important. Just like she knew him. But they both had a lifetime of stories, of details, and they'd get to those.

Already, they'd got to a few of them. More were waiting in the wings. Hers. His. Details and bits and pieces that hadn't come up in the last four months. But Kitty was content to let them wait a little longer. The water was warm and so was Pete, fitted against her in that way that felt completely natural, even though it was still brand new.

That herd of butterflies fluttered around in her stomach again, making her heart rate jump and her breath come out in a shallow gasp. Sparks flared to life again, just that fast. That easy. Softer this time, though. Not as urgent but just as strong.

More heart than hormones, maybe. Or something like that.

Whatever or whichever, she wasn't inclined to question it. Just pulled him a little closer as she looked up into Pete's vivid blue eyes, soft grin tugging her mouth upward at the corners, just like her eyebrow was inching upward along with it.

Story time was on hold, so she supposed this was show and tell, then.

Pete let out a soft laugh, breath warm on her cheek and humor in his eyes and on his face. It was a look she liked seeing on him and one had gradually come more and more often, the brunette realized, in the time they'd known each other. "I like the sound of that," he replied, deft fingers skimming over her skin, moving from her shoulder to her breast. Sent little jolts of pleasure through her, bright and sharp, as he teased and stroked her nipple. Head bending, his teeth grazed her skin as her neck arched and she moaned, the sound low and soft, muffled by the sound of the spray.

God.

Hand sliding up his back, she shifted. Just a little. Enough for a little friction, a little slide of damp skin against damp skin. That devilish grin on his face had her pulse jumping again, blood rushing in her ears in a fresh flush of anticipation. "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?"

Steam swirled around them like fog, damp heat that seemed to move upward a notch or two, as Kitty shifted again, teeth pulling at one corner of her bottom lip as she watched his face. Braced and adjusted as he lifted her, automatically balancing and bracing against the wall behind her. Anticipation coiled tighter, pulled at her as her arms slid around his neck, then first one leg, then the other wrapped around his waist.

The look in his eyes nearly took her breath away as he made his own adjustments, hips sliding between her thighs and , god, she loved the way her felt there. The way his hands felt on her skin, the spark that seemed to travel along her nerves, saturated her body. Had her moving against him, pressing in against his cock, enticement and encouragement and just because she liked the way that felt, too.

"Oh, I have lots of things in mind," she murmured with a slightly wicked smile of her own, "most of them don't even involve us falling over and drowning in the shower." Not that that would make a lot of difference, all things considered, she imagined, but the tile shower floor wasn't all that comfortable.

Legs tightening around his waist, her hips made a slow roll and, back braced against the shower wall, she lifted herself up slightly more, then shifted down again, lowering herself onto the hard length of his cock slowly. Savoring that feeling, the fire it ignited.

Actually, if they did fall over, she wasn't sure they'd notice in a few more minutes.
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So it was show and tell, now? That could go all sorts of interesting directions.

Pete already had plenty of ideas. The way Kitty's body responded to his touch, the barely audible moan as his teeth lightly scraped her arching neck was only adding to the list of things of what he'd like to do with her.

He felt her hands roamed up the damp skin of his back drawing him closer as she moved against him, their bodies sliding together just a little. Just enough to send another wave of coiling heat and pleasure through him. His eyes slipped shut for a moment as he drew in a sharp breath.

God, she had to be doing that on purpose.

When his eyes reopened, a playful spark found its way into his eyes and he grinned at his girlfriend. He liked thinking of her with that word, the way it made his heart feel lighter. The way being close to her made him want to touch her. How right it was. The way he wanted her like crazy right now. It had blended in with everything else she was to him he could hardly tell if it was love or desire driving him on, and wasn't inclined to waste any time thinking about it.

It was much more interesting to see what she might have in mind. Or they could see if they could find new ways to demonstrate her gymnastic skills. He took hold of her, wiry muscles tensing as he carefully lifted her against the shower wall. Soft hazel eyes watched him intently, making his pulse jump. Her teeth trapped part of her bottom lip between them as she balanced herself, moving with grace and ease, using the wall to keep herself steady.

Slender arms twined around his neck, followed by her legs around his waist. His lean, sturdy arms grew taut as he held her, loving the closeness, of being completely wrapped up in her. The building excitement as she shifted closer, pressing in, her velvet warmth rubbing against his cock, sending flashes of pleasure that nearly stole his breath. Raw and erotic. God, that was just...

"Oh, I have lots of things in mind," Kitty breathed, her lips curling into a smile that made his blood feel like it was on fire, "most of them don't even involve us falling over and drowning in the shower."

Pete chuckled, soft and low. "Kinky," he said. They were going to need some kind of chalkboard or something to leave tick marks on which disasters they'd avoided and which ones caught them off guard. The chuckle changed in a long, throaty moan as her legs tightened around him, slowly rolling her hips as she lifted herself against him and the shower wall and then back down. He watched her face as she lowered on to his shaft with delicious, agonizing slowness, blue eyes smoldering. Every nerve seemed to vibrate with electricity and his hands reflexively squeezed her ass until she reached the base of his cock.

God, he loved being inside her.

"I think we can skip the falling and drowning," he said, pressing closer, pinning her between the wall and himself. Savoring the feel of her clasping him with her arms and legs and the tight, slick warmth around his cock. "But let's do all the rest," he continued. He rolled his hips back in a slow, easy motion, drawing back only a little, and then pushed forward again, rubbing against her in a slow, tight circle when he was once again completely sheathed.

Steam and mist coiled around them like morning fog, cloudlike, making it almost feel like they were in a dream. He repeated the motion, turning it into its own, languid rhythm as he leaned his head forward and captured her lips in a long, sensual kiss. Slow and easy. The better to savor every sensation, and the better to keep his footing so they didn't find themselves dropping to the shower floor. Not that he expected either of them would be worrying about that for too much longer.
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That sharp little intake of breath from Pete just added another spark to what wasn't quite urgency, was something closer to want and need. Desire.

Definitely desire, but with a softness around the edges, a languid heat that had her sliding against him; wet, slick skin adding an effortless friction that Kitty suspected might just be addicting. God, she loved how that felt, the hard length of him pressed between her legs. Coiling, expectant tension settling in her stomach and steadily moving lower as he held her there, pinned between him and the shower wall as she wrapped herself around him.

She'd always been more dancer than gymnast, but it was fine distinction right now. Either worked just fine for this as she used the wall for support as much as Pete himself. No fear of him dropping her, either way. No fear or worry or hesitation of any kind.

Just the press of his palms against her skin, the heat of his body close against hers, pressing in tight and making her want to move against him again, heart pounding in her ears and warm steam curling around them like fog. Making it all feel even more intimate than it already was.

It wasn't a matter of what she had in mind, it was picking from all the things that were rushing through her head. Things she wanted to do to him. With him. With her mouth and her hands and her body. Some of them might not even end up with them on the shower floor, trying not to drown.

Pete's low, throaty laugh sent another quick, heated flash of electricity through her, coursing along her skin. "Kinky," he said and she would've probably gone with embarrassing, possibly ridiculous, but that worked, too. That laugh turned to a moan that only encouraged her as she shifted again, sliding down onto his cock. Taking it slow, every muscle in her body feeling like it was tensing, flexing, she savored the sensations flooding her senses. Filling them as his hands squeezed her ass, making her movements stutter for half a second just from sheer overload. Those intense, almost impossibly blue eyes on her that sent her pulse racing even faster.

"I think we can skip the falling and drowning," he told her, pinning her tighter between the wall and his body in a way that had her gasping, wondering if the water and the steam were actually making it even hotter than it had been a second ago, as she tightened her hold on him just a little more and hyper aware of how deep he was inside her, of every single point of contact their bodies were making. "But let's do all the rest," he continued with a roll of his hips that stole whatever she might've said in reply. Tore it right out of her head and replaced it with a sharp intake of breath and the drawing tight of already tense muscles in response.

Oh god...

Her back wanted to arch and there wasn't room, but she didn't care. Pressed her hips in against his and let her head fall back slightly against the shower wall, breath coming in short, shallow gasps, just that fast as Pete did something - a short, thrusting movement - that pressed and rubbed against her in exactly the perfect spot and nearly had her eyes rolling back in her head.

He did it again and she let out something between a gasp and a moan, shifting her own hips to match him, pressing down and heightening the already intense, electric jolt that had her shuddering. Pete leaned in, mouth meeting hers again and one hand slid into his hair, holding him there. Lips parting, she deepened the kiss, letting the taste of him, the weight of his body against hers, inside her, the way he was moving, sweep her away, pull her under.

Slowly, carefully (since ending up on the shower floor really wasn't as much fun as it might sound at first she was pretty sure), she shifted just slightly, getting a better angle, quickening the pace ever so slightly, seeking that increase in friction. That shorter, sharper, movement that let him push slightly deeper, stealing her breath again as she had to remind herself not to let her hands wander too much, or their next trick really might be toppling over.

Couldn't resist letting one hand wander over his back all the same, fingers tightening against his skin as she broke the kiss. Then bent her head, tip of her tongue flicking out to trace the trail of one particular drop of water back along the damp skin of his neck, breath refusing to be caught and body molded to his.

All the rest. Yeah, she was definitely looking forward to trying out all the rest.
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Falling? That, they'd already done. They'd been quite good at it, actually. Not one of their finer moments, but it had only cost them a bit of dignity. Worth a good laugh and it hadn't slowed them down in the slightest.

Drowning, though. That trick would more difficult to recover from. A hell of a way to go. Not to mention absurd and rather embarrassing to have their bodies found like that, most likely by Rachel. A bit kinkier than he expected either of them were interested in, and he settled for calling it that rather than trying to put better words to it. Words that would have been impossible when she eased herself down onto his cock. He could barely think, just feel, moaning from the sensations coursing through him, watching the slow quivers of ecstasy play across her face.

They could skip the drowning. Those other ideas of hers sounded much better, and he wanted to do all of them. He pressed in closer, pinning her tightly between himself and the shower wall. She gasped and gripped him tighter, muscles tensing against him, around him, her breasts molded into the wiry planes of his chest as he began to move in slow, short strokes. Her head tilted back against the shower wall, slender neck arched as she puffed out quick, hitching breaths. She rolled her hips toward him, and when he completed his thrust, rubbing against her, her eyes seemed to lose focus for a moment, eyelids nearly fluttering.

Another thrust and she made a sharp, blissful moan and moved her hips in tandem with his, sending a rush of pleasure rocketing up his spine. She shuddered against him and he leaned forward to kiss her, because he had to taste her again. He couldn't seem to get enough of it. Her hand moved to the back of his head, fingers threading through his damp locks of hair, holding him in place as her lips parted. He sank into the kiss, tongue dueling with hers as their bodies moved rhythmically against each other. Losing himself in the moment, the waves of pleasure, steady as a heartbeat while his own heart pounded against his chest with increasing force.

Then Kitty adjusted the angle slightly, quickening her movements and for a moment Pete completely forgot how to breathe. His mind nearly went blank as a flood of pleasure surged through him like a supernova, body keeping pace all on its own. Thrusting deeper than he would have thought possible while her hand wandered over him in slow trails, fingers tightening against him. He was probably going to sport a few claw marks on his back before this was over, but he didn't mind in the slightest.

If he burst into flames at precisely that moment, he wouldn't have been the least surprised.

Kitty broke the kiss and dipped her head down. He felt her breath, hot and quick against his neck before her tongue followed, sliding down the length. Pete gasped twice, in time with his thrusts, before uttering a long, low moan.

"God, Kitty. Yes, just like that." He could barely speak, breaths coming in short and shallow, voice just above a whisper. His thrusts became more forceful, hips grinding against hers as he sought to fill her even deeper, to coax out every ounce of contact, friction, nerves practically vibrating along every point their bodies touched. He could already feel the familiar building sensations. The slow tightening that spread out from his bellow, lower, coalescing between his legs. He puffed out another breath, hands squeezing reflexively, fingers digging into the cheeks of her ass. He moaned once more, reminding himself to hold that grip steady, to keep his hands right where they were or they really would end up taking a tumble to the shower floor.

"Whatever you do... just don't stop," he managed to gasp out. He wasn't sure if she'd heard him, was able to make out the words, but he doubted it mattered. She didn't seem the least bit inclined to stop. Which suited him just fine. There was a lot more yet for them to look forward to, and he was eager to get to all of it.
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Heat and tension and pressure. The rapid firing of nerve endings that had her shuddering, moving without thinking, without needing to think. Damp strands of dark hair sliding through her finger tips and the hyper awareness of Pete's every shift, every movement, every touch.

Sharp flashes of pleasure, need. Want. Desire. Things that went deeper than all of those, too, swirling and mixing, one shifting into another and into the next until they were all the same. Indistinguishable but one magnifying the other.

The almost overwhelming need to run her hands over him. Touch and explore everywhere. Despite knowing if she loosened her hold too much, or shifted them off balance, they'd end up right on the shower floor. She might be pretty adept at defying the laws of gravity (or at least working around them) sometimes, but it took concentration for that and she didn't have any of that to spare.

Not when it was all currently occupied with trying to keep up with her own senses, the jump of her pulse as he thrust deeper, hard and hot inside her and stealing her breath again as her fingers tightened at his back, nails scraping over his skin. That familiar, pressing ache building between her legs.

Dipping her head, she traced a droplet of water along the side of his neck, tip of her tongue stroking lightly over soft, wet skin. In response, Pete's breath caught sharply. Once. Twice. Hips pressing forward each time, stiff cock pushing into her, timing the movement of her her own body automatically, shuddering again at that amazing friction.

He moaned, long and low and god she really did love making him do that. Wanted to keep making him do that over and over.

"God, Kitty. Yes, just like that." And that, too. That hoarse, breathless whispers that seemed to reach inside her and make the blood in her veins catch fire. There was something, words, on the tip of her tongue but she lost those, too. as his hands squeezed her ass, fingers clenching and making her briefly thankful she never wanted a uniform like Betsy's, because she'd never be able to explain those bruises.

Pete moaned again, hot breath against her skin, and her hips pushed down and forward, rolling against him, ignoring the minor ache as he thrust deep and hard. It was eclipsed by the urgent pressure and heat between her legs, pushing toward the breaking point. Making her own movements more insistent, pulse pounding in her head and barely remembering to breathe at all.

"Whatever you do... just don't stop," he managed to gasp out and Kitty managed a soft, breathless laugh before her arm tightened around him, mouth moving to the base of his neck again, sucking lightly, then with increasing pressure, before letting her tongue stroke slowly over the spot.

"Not on your life," she whispered in his ear breathlessly, and with a grin he couldn't see before scraping her teeth lightly along his earlobe. "You know," Kitty added, voice still low and husky as she rolled her hips against him again, but with a sudden hint of amusement in there, too, along with a widening grin and an odd, unexpected, sense of deja vu, "I think I saw this scene once in a movie Brian didn't know I ordered on his Pay Per View account."

Possibly not the most normal thing to bring up in the middle of sex, but Kitty figured if anyone else on earth would get it, and wouldn't promptly drown her in the huge amount of water nearby in response, it was probably Pete.
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The water must have gotten warmer somehow, since they'd stepped under the wash (or were pulled under). Steam enveloped them in a thick, swirling haze, while the sound of the steady spray pattered against the shower floor. Pete and Kitty's bodies, wet and slick, crushed against each other. The light rake of fingernails across Pete's back. Hips rolling together in a dance as old as time. Kitty's quick, short breaths of rising excitement, punctuated by deep moans. He loved that sound. Loved the way her eyelids fluttered. Loved doing that to her and didn't ever want to stop.

He felt her tongue slide down his throat and now it was his turn to gasp and moan. God, it felt amazing. Primal and sensual. They nearly trembled against each other at the sudden, urgent thrusts that followed, hips rubbing together and hitting all the spots that set his blood ablaze. Pulse racing with the flood of want and need and all the sensations they were drew from each other, and more, everything else she meant to him, seeming to fuse them into a single, constant wave more powerful than the sum of each. She was driving him wild, but if she stopped now, he just might go crazy.

Kitty sounded like she was having just as much trouble finding her breath as Pete, but she managed a soft laugh. Her arm tightened around him and she brought her mouth down to the base of his neck. She began to suck at it, lightly at first, then harder, drawing another deep moan from Pete at the incredible sparks of pleasure. Then she stroked her tongue over the spot, stealing Pete's breath entirely, mouth stuttering open as his toes clenched and his eyes nearly rolled in the back of his head.

"Not on your life," Kitty promised, voice a soft, breathless whisper in his ear. Her teeth nipped lightly at his earlobe and Pete gasped a quick laugh as he finally remembered how to breathe again. He might really lose his mind before this was over, but his body had decided a while ago that thinking was overrated and he couldn't find much cause to argue with it.

"You know," Kitty said, husky and low and sexy as hell. Her hips continued to roll against his thrusts, and though Pete couldn't see her face, he knew there was a smile there. What was she up to now? "I think I saw this scene once in a movie Brian didn't know I ordered on his Pay Per View account."

Christ, had she just said what he thought she said? Pete let out a quick, soft bark of surprised laughter, followed by a gentler wave that had his shoulders quaking as he dipped his head against her shoulder. His thrusts eased to a stop as he slowly withdrew, despite his body's protests, and gently lowered Kitty back to her feet. There was no chance he'd be able to keep from falling over until he regained his composure.

Pete brought his hands back up and circled her waist. "Who got the blame for that when the charges came in?" Pete asked, blue eyes dancing with amusement. He could just imagine Braddock demanding an explanation, but if anyone would have suspected Kitty in the first place, she could have easily deflected it elsewhere.

Bending forward, he brought his mouth to hers, savoring another deep, but brief kiss, before lifting his head back up. Shifting around slightly, Pete guided Kitty until she was facing away from him and dipped his head down to nuzzle at her neck. One hand slid up her body to cup her breast, lightly pinching and teasing the nipple while his other hand moved to rub between her legs. Another quick adjustment and he had himself positioned at her entrance once more. He eased his way back in, the new angle creating a delicious friction that was different from before, but no less intense.

Pete leaned his lips next to Kitty's ear and smiled. "If you happen to remember anything else from that film that caught your interest," he told her, voice light with amusement, "I'm sure we'd be able to manage." He didn't imagine Kitty had spent even one second thinking sex was really like that, no matter how long ago that had been. She'd probably spent half the time laughing her ass off. That didn't mean she hadn't been curious, however. Likely the exact opposite, and whatever she was feeling adventurous enough to try, anything she wanted to do with or to him, he was just as eager to do as well.
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Stop? No. Not on his life. Not in a million years. Couldn't have if she'd wanted to and wanting to do that was the furthest thing from her mind.

Not when Pete was moaning like that, and gasping like that, half laughing, and pressed against her the way he was, making her feel like her whole body was catching fire, despite the steady stream of water flowing over them.

Her mouth and tongue moved over his skin. Her hands ached to do the same, but she still didn't think either of them wanted to end up on the shower floor. Instead, she scraped her teeth along his earlobe, let her hips roll to meet his again in a way that sent nerve endings sparking and firing and had her gasping for breath. But had her smiling, too, at a sudden sense of recognition. One of those odd moments when you realize you've seen this scene before. In this case, years ago in a pay-per-view movie she snuck in while Brian wasn't looking.

Or, actually, while Brian was asleep and she couldn't and was up watching late night TV.

Obviously not what Pete was expecting her to say, or what she'd been expecting herself to say, but she'd never not said pretty much whatever was on her mind to him before, why start now? He let out a quick, sharp, definitely surprised laugh, head bending to rest against her shoulder as his own shoulders shook with more laughter. Grinning and laughing softly herself, Kitty tightened her arms around him again, head leaning against his.

She hadn't meant for him to stop, but he did. Probably to keep them both away from that trip to the shower floor after all, but her whole body wanted to protest when he pulled out. Instead, she gently unwrapped herself from around him as he set her on her feet, arms still linked around his neck as his slid around her waist.

"Who got the blame for that when the charges came in?" Pete asked, blue eyes dancing with amusement as she grinned, bit her lip, brows lifting a little as her brown eyes glinted impishly.

"That would be Feron," she admitted, probably not nearly as sheepishly as she should've felt about all that at this point. "You should've heard that conversation." Anything else she might've said on the subject Pete cut off with a kiss. One she sank into but that ended all too fast. God, she really did love kissing him.

Pete pulled back, turning her around as she gave him a curious look, moving the way he guided her all the same, until she was facing the shower wall now, him still standing behind her. Now, what was he up to? Not that she was about to complain as his head dipped again, mouth warm as he nuzzled her neck and she gasped, pressing back against him. Nothing compared to the way his hands were moving, though. One sliding up her body to her breast, the other down, sliding between her legs and drawing a low moan from her as her back arched, shiver of pleasure running through her. Every point of contact a spark, sharp and compelling.

He shifted behind her and she bent forward a little, adjusting her own position as he slid inside her again. A different feeling now but just as intense and Kitty shuddered, breath catching as she pressed back toward him. Pressure building between her legs, spreading to every inch of her, making breathing anything like normally a thing of the past.

"If you happen to remember anything else from that film that caught your interest," Pete said right into her ear and she could hear the smile in his voice and the humor, "I'm sure we'd be able to manage."

Laughing breathlessly, she reached up to brace one hand against the shower wall, turning her head to catch those electric blue eyes. "Well, if you could manage a pizza delivery later, I'd be pretty impressed," she mused with a grin, since that seemed to be a big plot point (if you could begin to call it that) in a lot of those things, "but I don't even need to remember anything about that movie to come up with an entire list."

Teeth tugging at her bottom lip, she leaned forward a little more, then pushed back toward him again, onto the hard length of his cock and feeling those nerves all fire at once again until they eclipsed everything else. Or almost everything else.

"Right now," Kitty added, still feeling like she was managing to catch only about every third breath, the heat of his hands on her feed that growing, throbbing ache between her legs, "what's caught my interest most is you."

And she didn't see that changing, regardless of whatever they might come up with to try out later.
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Stopping was the furthest thing from Pete's mind, but there was no chance of him holding his balance if he didn't. Better to resist his body's demands than to lose his footing and send them both tumbling to the shower floor, which would be a good deal less comfortable than the carpet next to the bed. He sensed as much as he felt Kitty's wordless protest, but she must have realized his need to withdraw, because she carefully unwrapped her arms and legs and arms and set her feet against the slick tiles below. Neither of them were in favor of the interruption, but they could, and would, pick up where they'd left off as soon as they were able.

So Kitty had been a bit curious back then. No surprise there. She'd proven straight off to Pete that she wasn't as innocent as she might appear, and he had every reason to expect she'd been that way since before she'd so much as donned her first costume. The same could be said of her intelligence, only far more so and with even less doubt on the matter. She was far too clever and just wicked enough to be sure that when the charges when that pay-per-view film came in, someone else took the blame for it.

Just as he thought, Kitty's first answer was a grin. She bit let lip they way she always did when there was trouble involved, and her eyes held a playful sparkle to them. "That would be Feron," she said, perhaps a little more unrepentantly than she intended. "You should've heard that conversation."

That, Pete was certain, he could completely agree on. When they had a chance, he wanted to hear all about that. At the moment he was craving other things, however, starting with her lips. They shared another kiss, brief, but intense and passionate as they sank into it together. He couldn't get enough of the way she kissed, and the way he saw it, there were uncounted missed opportunities they needed to make up for.

A curious look came to Kitty's eyes when Pete pulled back and began turning her around to face the shower, but she moved into the new position without question. She gasped as he nuzzled her neck, pressing her body against him. A moment later a low moan escaped when his hands moved over her, cupping her breast and stroking the warm, wet mound between her legs.

She shivered slightly and arched her back against him in both need and invitation. Pete adjusted his position behind her and she responded in kind, bending forward to give him a better angle as his cock entered her once more. He felt her shudder around him, pressing back with a catch in her breath when she was completely filled. She wasn't alone when it came to having a bit of trouble drawing air.

Pleasure, bright and intense, sparked over every point of contact, the familiar building sensations back as though they'd never left. Coiling and coalescing around his groin like a slowly winding spring, making it all too easy for him to forget the need for oxygen.

Still, he did have enough breath and presence of mind to lean closer to her ear and smile as he offered to try other things she might have seen in that film she thought was worth a go. They were creative, and adventurous enough to manage just about anything.

Kitty panted a light laugh and braced one hand against the shower wall as she turned her soft brown eyes to look at him over her shoulder. "Well, if you could manage a pizza delivery later, I'd be pretty impressed," she said, grinning. "but I don't even need to remember anything about that movie to come up with an entire list."

That, he definitely liked the sounds of. As far as the lead up to that promise went, however, a breathless laugh floated out of Pete and he lifted one thin, dark brow. "I get the feeling you didn't limit yourself to a single screening back then, yeah?" That particular cliche wasn't exactly obscure outside the films themselves, but most of the time when Kitty approached a pet project, she had a habit of being rather thorough.

Anything else was lost as she leaned toward the shower wall, sliding forward and then pushing back along his shaft. He moved a slow counterpoint, the smooth, intense friction sparking like electric bolts across every trace of sensitive skin, drawing his focus back to her and them and an aching pleasure so deep he could almost drown in it.

"Right now, what's caught my interest most is you."

That much, she had already. All of him, body, heart and soul. And she'd have much more before the night was over. He'd have to finish explaining what had happened in Avalon, and there were quite a few other stories he needed to share as well. After.

"Well-" he said, gasping as he slowly began to increase the speed and force of his thrusts. He pinched her nipple slightly while the fingers of his other hand once again located the stiff, tiny nub at her center and stroked it in light, quickening circles every time they pressed against each other. "-you can be sure I'll keep giving it to you."

That much wouldn't change no matter what they were doing. Now, later tonight, or as far into the future as Pete could see.
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That was...okay, that was good. That was really good.

Different, but hot. God, really hot and Kitty braced her hand on the shower wall for balance as her breath caught again, came out in a soft moan. Muscles quivered and bunched and tightened in anticipation as Pete nuzzled a her neck, hands roaming over her. Her breast, her stomach, between her legs.

Making her shiver restlessly, back arching and pressing back against him, then bending at the waist, leaning forward. Felt that hot shudder coarse through her again as he pushed into her again. Heat and friction and god...the way his voice sounded in her ear - husky, amused, breathless. It made her wish again that she was in a better position to get her hands on him.

Not that she was complaining about the position she was in. Or they were in. At all. Or that she expected to have any problems with whatever other ones they happened to find themselves in, random porn movie references involved or not. If Pete could manage a pizza delivery later, though, she'd be suitably impressed, but she didn't need any sort of reference material to come up with whole lists of things she'd like to do with him. Especially right now.

That got a laugh from him, warm breath on her back and shoulder as he pressed in behind her and that was an amazing, arousing feeling all its own. Just adding more fuel to the fire that felt like it was already burning through her with ever movement, every touch, every point of friction as he moved inside her and the press of his fingers between her legs.

"I get the feeling you didn't limit yourself to a single screening back then, yeah?" She could see the arched eyebrow he was shooting her way from the corner of her eye and she just grinned again.

"Now what gave you that idea," she replied innocently. Or as innocently as it was possible to reply to someone you were in the middle of this with. Which, as it turned out, wasn't that innocently at all, but it wasn't like Pete would've bought it anyway.

Even if he had, she wasn't sure she'd have noticed as she leaned forward a little more, pressing back onto his cock and feeling the world pinpoint down to sensation, want, need that was an increasingly urgent push to move things a little faster again. Ease that tight, growing tension pulling muscles and nerves taut.

Right now, the only thing catching and holding her interest was Pete. The way he felt, the way he moved, the way she couldn't seem to catch her breath as she pushed back against him again, little more quickly, little harder, free hand sliding along his arm and to cover the hand at her breast.

"Well-" he said, gasping as he slowly began to increase the speed and force of his thrusts and electricity danced along every nerve ending as his fingers squeezed her nipple, other hand pressing and rubbing between her legs and pushing her closer and faster toward the edge of climax, "-you can be sure I'll keep giving it to you."

Did he just-

Trying not to choke on air or possibly the spray from the shower that was still washing over them both in surprise, Kitty took half a second to decide that, yeah, he really did just say that. Then, despite herself because there wasn't any choice, no matter what they were doing, she burst out laughing. And went back trying not to drown in the process.

"Oh my god," she managed between trying to laugh and trying not to inhale whatever was left of the hotwater in the helicarriers supply, her shoulders shook and Kitty decided it was probably a good thing she did have a hand on the shower well. It kept her from pitching forward and possibly giving herself a concussion, "I can't believe you just said that."

But he had. He definitely had. Even with her brain currently running on about half speed because of the rest of what was going on, she was positive of that much.

Shoulders still shaking, Kitty turned her head again and cocked an eyebrow at him this time. "So what should my next line be? Maybe, that's a nice light saber you have there?"

Pretty sure she'd never had an orgasm while trying not to fall over laughing, but if they kept this up, it was going to happen. Not that she'd be complaining about that, either.
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Did anybody in the history of Porn ever eat the pizzas that had become such a staple of what passed for 'story' in those things? Maybe they just reheated it afterwards. Or maybe porn pizza was like the legend people liked to tell about fruitcake, and there was actually only one that just kept getting passed down from person to person for all time. Not very realistic, perhaps, but reality wasn't exactly common in those films anyway.

Pete was far too interested and occupied in much better things right now to give trivial matters like the peculiarities of porn clichés much thought. Kitty. The way she felt in his arms, shivering with pleasure at his touch. The way she made his pulse race, because of her touch, yes, but also because of everything she meant to him. The way she looked, slick, smooth skin glossy under the hot spray of water, like polished marble. The warm, tight pressure surrounding his cock. The breathless smile on her face, deep brown eyes smoky and passionate as she watched him over her shoulder and god that was erotic.

The way Kitty had rattled that off, however, made Pete fairly certain the film she was referring to was not her one and only screening back then. Especially if she had considered it 'research' at the time. "Now what gave you that idea," she said, the sultriness of her voice and the way moved against him ruining any attempt she might have made to convincingly sound innocent.

She didn't seem overly bothered about convincing him, however, and when she leaned forward and pressed herself down his length, he was immediately swept back into the shared world of sensation and urgent friction and the escalating approach to the pinnacle of ecstasy. Inspiration was not a problem for either of them. Not even slightly, but the only thing either of them were interested in right now was each other.

As her hand drew up the length of his arm, settling over the hand on her breast, Pete continued to lose himself, breath coming in short, sharp gasps. His body moved with its own growing need and desire, fingers playing over her most sensitive spots as they both raced closer to the edge. If she wanted him, she could be sure that's what he'd keep giving her, and he had just enough voice and presence of mind left to tell her so.

He hadn't quite expected Kitty to start choking in response, but that was definitely a strangled noise of some kind she was making. The hand Kitty wasn't covering slowed and moved to her waist as he tried to figure out if something was wrong. It didn't seem like it, though. It seemed more like she was-

The first explosion of laughter caught him off guard, and Pete's hand tightened around her waist in case she was in any danger of falling over. Or drowning on the water from the shower. What-?

"Oh my god," she said, seeming to struggle to for words as she fought back more laughter. Her shoulders quaked as she leaned her weight forward, using her hand on the shower wall to keep herself from pitching over. "I can't believe you just said that."

Pete blinked in confusion. What had he said? Just that he was going to give-

It started with a snerk of realization that snuck up on him so quickly it practically flew out. Oh, God, had he really said it like that? Yes, he had. "I can't-" he tried to say, but a bout of laughter cut him off. "I can't either."

His girlfriend's shoulders kept shaking, but she turned to look over her shoulder at him and arch one eyebrow. What was up her sleeve now? "So what should my next line be? Maybe, that's a nice light saber you have there?"

Oh, God. Again. Now it was Star Wars. He clung tighter to her, extracting his other hand from her breast to add his own arm to the brace against the shower wall keeping them upright as laughter stealing over him anew. "Right," he said, increasingly short of breath. "And then I suppose I'd say-" the line from the movie popped into his head and his laughter became slightly more shrill as he desperately tried to hold it together, but it was a losing battle.

"Would it-" he said, his whole body rocking helplessly. "Would it help if I-" he tried again, but more laughter broke through his effort. It took an almost superhuman effort to manage the last bit, though he was sure it would have been more impossible to stop himself at this point. "-got out and pushed?"

That was it. He was done for. He draped himself against her back and surrendered completely to the hilarity. Still inside her, every laugh sent thunderclaps of pleasure spiraling through him. He was right there at the very peak of climax, and an instant later he was carried over before he realized it was happening. The orgasm radiated out, that perfect moment of rapture combining with laughter that was becoming almost painful. He'd never felt anything like it before and had no choice but to hold on to Kitty as he rode it out. He made a sound that was somewhere between a groan, more laughter and a long cry of ecstasy. If it wasn't for their tenuous leverage against the shower wall, he was sure they would have both fallen over already, and he wasn't ruling out the chance that it might happen anyway.

God, this just might kill him. He was going to fall to the floor and crack his head open, or drown from the hot shower water, or maybe just burst into flames, but he couldn't stop the laughter, and it all felt so amazing it didn't seem to matter. If this was it, at least he'd go out with a smile.
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He'd keep-

Oh god.

She knew what he meant. Without any doubt at all. But the way it came out at this particular second in this particular situation? There wasn't any possibly way to stop the near choking surprise or the laughter that bubbled out and took over.

Pete probably thought she was crazy, or having some kind of seizure. His arm moved up to tighten around her waist and that was probably good. Otherwise Kitty suspected she might've ended up giggling on the shower floor like a loon.

As it was, it was good that he was holding on and she was bracing herself against the shower wall, because she could not believe that he'd just said that. Or at least that he'd said that exactly that way.

Yeah, he was probably deciding on where to have her committed, Kitty decided, as there was a pause - a confused-feeling pause a that. Not that she could blame him, even if she couldn't seem to stop her shoulders shaking with laughter the brunette was trying futilely to get a handle on.

There was a sudden snerk from behind her that she could feel, given their current position, and that didn't help at all to stop another gust of laughter from escaping. "I can't-" he tried to say, but a bout of laughter cut him off. "I can't either."

Well, at least she wasn't the only crazy, completely inappropriately laughing person in the shower. Though considering she was her and Pete was Pete, it probably shouldn't surprise her at all. It definitely didn't keep her from adding extra fuel into the...well, the nearly falling over laughing in the middle of sex.

But really? There was no way that didn't deserve some kind of answer. So, when all else fails, go with a Star Wars light saber reference. Always a crowd pleaser, even if it meant that Pete had to add his own hand to the supports against the shower wall to keep them from falling over in a heap. In the process, it meant he was pressing in even tighter behind her and she was very, very aware of that.

Also still laughing, which made it a little harder to do anything about that awareness other than draw in a short, sharp breath between the rest. "Right," he said, increasingly short of breath. "And then I suppose I'd say-" whatever it was he was trying to say got lost in even more laughing temporarily. "Would it-" he said, his whole body rocking helplessly. "Would it help if I-" he tried again, but more laughter broke through his effort and now she really wanted to know what he had up his sleeve, even if it did get them both drowned, "-got out and pushed?"

Okay, that was it. They were going to drown. There wasn't any help for it. If they didn't fall over and drown on the shower floor, they were going to inhale enough water to do it anyway because they couldn't stop laughing.

Kitty let out a fresh peal of her own, surprise and a fresh wave of amusement leaving her completely helpless to do anything else as her shoulders shook again and she managed to pull in enough air for, "Not-" another fight with the laughing to try to manage a word or two and she tried again, "Not out, no," she finally managed breathlessly and trying desperately not to actually giggle at this point.

And maybe they were crazy, but she didn't care. It felt amazing. All of it. The laughing, the sex, the way Pete was practically plastered against her, still hard inside her and making her want to move against him, even while she was still trying to stop laughing, dammit. Right on the edge, Pete's laughter filling the air along with her own and the steam and the warmth of his breath on her skin.

That sound he made, mingling with all the rest. Something between a laugh and a groan and a keen sound of pleasure. God, that was sexier than it had any right to be and it sent a fresh wave of heat through her. Her free hand moved to his, nudging it back down a little, between her legs, tense anticipation coiling in her stomach.

Then exploding as the laughter she'd almost managed to wrangle into submission turned to a gasp, followed by a shudder as all that tension abruptly released. So fast and hard it took her by surprise and Kitty rested even more of her weight on that hand braced on the shower wall to ride it out, hoping right now wouldn't be the second her grip finally slipped and dumped them both on the floor. Not sure she'd care at all if it did. At least not right away.

"We may be stuck here," she informed Pete a little breathlessly for a lot of reasons, turning her head again and wearing a hint of a grin, and with only a small laugh to go with it now. "I'm almost positive this is your fault."

Because he was still the bad influence in this relationship. Absolutely. Well, maybe also the fault of bad porn, Star Wars, and George Lucas a little, too.
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Oh, God. Light sabers, now?

There was no chance Pete would be able to stifle his own laughter after that, and he didn't try. All he could do was brace his own hand against the shower wall alongside Kitty's and hope they didn't both take a tumble onto the shower floor. Or drown on the shower water. It did fit their current situation. He couldn't deny that. Even if he could, every quaking laugh sent a fresh pulse of sensation to serve as a reminder.

It sounded like he wasn't the only one there, at least, going by those quick, sexy gasps Kitty made in between her own laughter. If they were going to start quoting Star Wars, there was no shortage of options, and her line really ought to have a follow-up.

The first one to pop into his mind would have to be that line, wouldn't it? Once it was there, however, he couldn't get rid of it any more than he could stop himself from saying it, although managing it between the renewed and intensified laughter was definitely a challenge. 'Would it help if I got out and pushed?'

Sure enough, that had Kitty practically falling over with laughter herself. Anybody who might have been in earshot was probably going to think they were dying, and they were one loss of balance away from them potentially being right about that. "Not-" Kitty said after sucking in a desperate breath. That was as far as she got before laughter took over once more and she had to fight for enough control to give it another try. "Not out, no," she said, sounding like she was on the verge out outright giggling.

Despite that particular quote, he had no intention of leaving. Even as they both fought helplessly against their laughter, he stayed inside her, deep and hard, moving against her and Christ it felt incredible. Like nothing else in the whole bloody world. He was so damn close, right there, at the very peak, and before he knew it, the moment of release hit and turned his mind into a starburst. The laughter, the orgasm, the struggle to stay upright. All of it fused together into a single, new sensation that he didn't have the slightest idea how to describe, but felt so damn good as it carried him off he had no choice but to just ride it out and enjoy it.

He felt Kitty's hand take his and nudge it down between her legs, and he picked up the hint, playing his fingers over her sensitive center to help bring her over with him. A moment later her nearly faded laughter turned into a gasp, and her whole body trembled and bucked against him. He was just starting to come down from his own climax, and continued to deftly stroke his fingers along her pearl while she leaned more of her own weight against the hand holding her steady and rode out her own orgasm.

By some miracle, they both managed to keep their feet, but Pete was sure it was only just barely. He was breathing heavy, still draped across her back, an exhausted smile on his face that refused to go away. "We may be stuck here," Kitty finally said, sounding like she was having just as much trouble breathing. She turned her head to look over her shoulder at him. There was a suggestion of a grin on her face, and another laugh escaped, but only a tiny one now compared to before. "I'm almost positive this is your fault."

Pete let out a soft, stuttering laugh of his own as it became a little easier to draw air. "It's a fair cop," he said, and lowered his head to plant a line of kisses from her neck to her shoulder. "And I don't mind being stuck," he added, lifting his eyes back up to look at her. "As long as I'm with you." He slid his arm back up to her waist and gave it a little squeeze.

"I love you," he said softly, and pressed his lips once more against her shoulder, tasting the damp skin. "I love you."

He started to move back upright, but something tugged at his arm, restraining him. What? Pete lifted his head to turn and look over Kitty's other shoulder at his hand, which was... inside the shower wall. Again, what? A second later he noticed the burn marks on the tiles around each of his fingers and he chuckled as realization seeped into his mind, still a bit sluggish and awash from the afterglow. "I think I may actually be stuck," he said, giving his hands another experimental tug.

Somehow he must have generated a few hot knives and burned his way through, hooking his fingers down like those weight bearing picture hangers. He shouldn't have too much trouble pulling them back out with a little wriggling, but for now he was just amused that it had happened at all. He hoped there wasn't another room on the other side of this shower, or whoever was in it was going to wonder how a set of holes ended up in their wall.
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Forget drowning, they were going to laugh themselves to death and Pete was not helping.

If Kitty could've facepalmed, she would've already, but that would involved very inconvenient falling over at an even more inconvenient time so she settled for more laughing. And an answer, after a couple of aborted tries, that didn't really help with getting any of that under control.

It would be a really embarrassing way to go, but then again they wouldn't have to be around to explain it, so it could've been worse she supposed. Then, she didn't suppose anything at all as Pete's hand moved down again, finding the exact right spot that made it feel like an electric current was running through her body. All she could do was hold on and ride it all out, the flood of sensory overload that seemed to go on and on forever and was over way too soon all at the same time.

God, she felt like most of her bones and muscles had turned to pudding, but that was quite possibly the most amazing feeling in the world right now, along with the tight press of damp skin to damp skin and the heat of Pete's breath on her against her neck.

Breathing. She could swear she remembered how to breathe, but that knowledge was somehow escaping her as the slender brunette leaned more of her weight against the hand braced against the shower wall. Moving, that was escaping her, too, and right now she wasn't sure it was possible without both of them falling over anyway.

They might just be stuck here and Kitty was steadfastly holding onto the conviction that it was all Pete's fault. Because these sorts of things were always Pete's fault, no matter any protests to the contrary on his part.

There was a staccato laugh from behind her and another gust of breath from Pete that send goosebumps skittering over her skin. "It's a fair cop," he said, and his traced a light line along her neck to her shoulder that had her eyes closing and the rest of her not really caring if they were stuck here or not. Mmmm.... "And I don't mind being stuck," he added, lifting his eyes back up to look at her and she opened hers again to smile back at him over her shoulder. "As long as I'm with you."

Smile widening a little, she gave him a fondly amused look. "That's just because you haven't had a chance to notice there's no scotch or cigarettes in the shower," Kitty pointed out as his arm curled back around her waist, squeezing gently.

"I love you," he said softly, and pressed his lips once more against her shoulder, tasting the damp skin. "I love you."

Letting out a soft, contented breath, her eyes closed again and her own free hand reached back, fingers brushing along his cheek before sliding into damp, dark hair. "I love you, too, Pete," she murmured, deciding that, no, staying right here didn't sound so bad at all. Especially if he kept doing that.

All good things come to an end, though, and there was some aborted movement going on behind her with her boyfriend and partner. Kitty opened her eyes with a frown. What was he up to?

"I think I may actually be stuck," Pete told her and there was a brief heartbeat when her heart actually didn't beat because it was gearing up for full fledged panic. Oh god, had she phased them and no realized it? She hadn't done that in years-

Common sense broke in on a slight delay to point out that there was no screaming and lost body parts, so it probably wasn't that, thank god. What it was, apparently, was Pete's hand buried in - or actually melted into - the shower tiles, complete with scorch marks.

Cue more laughing that started out as a surprised snerk as she shook her head and grinned back at him over her shoulder again. Yeah, he wasn't getting out of that just by some gentle tugging she didn't think. "I don't think 'Become one with the shower, Pete' has quite the same ring to it," she commented as she phased him enough to get himself free. "Okay, give it another try. That should work better."

Giving him time to detach his hand from the shower wall, and hoping there wasn't anything too important back there in the wall that had a problem with moisture, Kitty straightened up and turned around to face him. "Well, we've killed the shower. What do you think?" Slipping her arms around his neck, she leaned in for a quick kiss, shooting him a questioning look, "Should we go back out and make an example out of the bed next?"

Though maybe they should put the shower to the actual normal use, first, since she seemed to vaguely remember that's why they'd come in here in the first place. At least in theory.
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Just how stuck did she mean, exactly? For one wildly irrational second, Pete wiggled his toes, just to make sure they hadn't sunk into the floor without them noticing yet. Perfectly un-stuck, as it happened. The lack of screaming probably should have been their first clue, but given he was still a bit amazed they hadn't dropped to the floor and cracked their heads open, he might be excused for not noticing.

Star Wars was probably more to blame for their current situation than Pete, but he wasn't too concerned about that. Not when he was this close to Kitty, his whole body still buzzing pleasantly from the fresh afterglow. That gorgeous, soft smile on her face as she looked him over her shoulder. No, being stuck like this didn't sound so bad, really.

Kitty's smile spread a hair wider, soft brown eyes watching him affectionately. "That's just because you haven't had a chance to notice there's no scotch or cigarettes in the shower," she told him as he gave her waist a gentle squeeze.

"Not even a flight bottle?" Pete asked in muted, faux surprise. "Whoever stocks these rooms has no idea what they're doing." He'd have to register a complaint with whoever was in charge. Later. Right now he was more interested in kissing her shoulder and whispering how in love with her he was.

He felt her comfortable sigh as much as heard it, and her eyes slipped shut as she reached back with one hand and slid it along his cheek before threading into his hair. "I love you, too, Pete," she said, and for a moment it seemed like neither of them didn't need anything more in the world than that.

They couldn't stand her bent over each other all night, however. Pete attempted to straighten his back, only to feel something clinging to his hand. Something that turned out to be the wall. What the hell? His fingers had burned right through it, possibly as some unconscious attempt to keep a grip on the wall so they didn't slip earlier. This wasn't quite what he expected when they were talking about being stuck.

Had to laugh a bit as he considered his own predicament, and he was soon joined by Kitty as she too noticed the way he was trying to twist, flex and tug his fingers out of the ring of scorch marks he'd made. "I don't think 'Become one with the shower, Pete' has quite the same ring to it," Kitty said, and he felt the wall mist through his hand as Kitty phased him a little. "Okay, give it another try. That should work better."

He pulled his arm back and it slid out with no trouble. Straightening up, he wiggled his fingers to brush off any loose bits of wall that might have come with him. "Thanks," he said, glancing down at the set of holes he'd made. Hopefully there was just another shower on the other side of there.

Kitty followed him to an upright posture and turned around so they were facing each other. "Well, we've killed the shower. What do you think?" she said, slipping her arms around his neck. She leaned in for a kiss that he would have gladly let go on for much longer. "Should we go back out and make an example out of the bed next?"

Considering how close the shower had come to defeating them, that might be tempting fate. That bed was wily, and could probably sense when their defenses were down. They'd have to wait and catch it by surprise. Smiling, Pete nudged his chin up toward the showerhead. "Water's still warm," he said. "How about we finish what we came here to do, first?" Or at least what they'd theoretically came in to do, since it was fairly obvious they had other ideas for just about every part of their room.

Soap. Soap would be a bit important for washing up, and after a quick look around the fogged up shower, he spotted the bar sitting on a little stand next to a couple of washcloths. Leaning over to take one and the white cake, Pete set about soaping it up into a thick lather. "And I still owe you that story about how going to Avalon might make a bit of trouble for us, yeah?"
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Sure, Pete said he didn't mind being stuck right now, but that was just because his brain hadn't gotten enough blood flow back to notice none of his usual vices were anywhere even close to in reach in here.

"Not even a flight bottle?" Pete asked in muted, faux surprise. "Whoever stocks these rooms has no idea what they're doing." Letting out a soft laugh, Kitty gave her head an amused shake. Imagine that, no whiskey or cigarettes in the shower. SHIELD was obviously falling apart at the seams.

Still, she could agree with him on one thing. This wasn't exactly a horrible thing, being in a nice, warm, steamy shower with Pete. She loved him, and the more she said it, the more she realized exactly how much. Though they did seem to have one small problem, now that he'd brought her attention to it.

Pete had managed to become one with the shower, and this was definitely not her fault. He did that one all by himself, though as variations on a Star Wars theme went, Kitty still thought it didn't have quite the same ring to it as 'become one with the Force'. Good try, though, and at least she could get him out of it easy enough.

A little minor phasing and he pulled his hand free. The wall was still going to need a little repair, but he was fine. All the fingers seemed to be working like they had pre-shower tile melting and he was only maybe a little bit of grout and tile dust the worse for wear.

"Thanks," Pete told her as he gave the new shower ventilation a once over. Well, now they'd defeated the shower pretty decisively, she decided, straightening up again and turning back to face him as her arms snaked loosely around his neck. Then pausing for a brief kiss. If they wanted to push their luck, they could go back out and make an example of the bed.

"Water's still warm," he told her with a smile and a jerk of his chin toward the showerhead. Which was, remarkably enough, still not dousing them in ice cold water. SHIELD had at least gotten their hot water management right. "How about we finish what we came here to do, first?"

Well, she couldn't just let that go, could she?

"I thought that was what we came here to do," she teased, grinning and brown eyes glinting impishly. Maybe it actually hadn't been the original intention, but they'd definitely changed agendas pretty fast, "But yeah, we probably shouldn't completely waste all the hot water."

Pete reached for the soap and a washcloth, Kitty looked around for the shampoo. There was some in here, she was pretty sure. Ah, there, and she leaned around Pete to pluck the bottle of...well, whatever probably institutional grade shampoo SHIELD likely bought in bulk from over on the stand where the soap had come from. It smelled okay, at least - kind of generic, non-offensive, and not too 'girly' - she decided as she opened the the bottle and poured a decent amount in her free hand before setting it back on the shelf.

"And I still owe you that story about how going to Avalon might make a bit of trouble for us, yeah?" Kitty paused to lift a brow curiously as she looked back to him again. 'A bit of trouble'.

"Well, if it's only a bit, then you probably did it wrong," she pointed out with a wryly amused grin. "I'm not sure I've ever been to anywhere in Otherworld when we were only in 'a bit of trouble'." Tilting her head back, she lifted her hand to start lathering up her hair. "So what'd you do in Avalon, exactly? And please don't tell me you ended up accidentally engaged there, too," Kitty added, eyes closed against shampoo migration, "Otherwise, we really may have to move to Utah."
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