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| Chasing The Night; 05/23-evening- (617 Pete & Kitty) | |
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| Shadowcat | Jun 26 2014, 09:29 PM Post #91 |
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Immaterial Girl
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One mythical monster or creature or whatever you wanted to call it that she'd never been that Kitty could think of off the top of her head? Werewolf. She'd met at least one over the years (Rahne really didn't count, she didn't think), and there'd been others on Asgard that most people would've thought of as Werewolves, but really weren't. That was one she didn't have any personal experience with, though, and neither was Sailor Moon. Thank god for minor miracles. That suggestion definitely called for some eyerolling even as Kitty prepared to make her second escape from the spy trying to sneak up on her. Right where she could see him, since there weren't many other places he could sneak up on her from. The eyerolling was joined by a look. Yeah, he wished she was dressing up like that. He picked that moment to make another grab for her but she wouldn't have even needed powers to dodge that one. So she did, moving to the side and out of his grasp again. "Nah, I fancy the way you're dressed now," he said as she rounded the bed and decided to put that between them as he flashed a toothy grin. Could she get away with rolling her eyes again this soon? Deciding that it might be a little too soon, Kitty let out a half-snorted laugh instead. He was going to have to do better than that - a lot better - if he expected to actually catch her. Which she knew he would, eventually. Or she'd let him catch her. Either way, he'd have to work for it a little. And now what was he up to? Crouching down as he let out a laugh of his own, arms spreading. Oh god, he wasn't going to actually try to jump over the bed, was he? Maybe she should go ahead and put a call in to the infirmary now, just in case. "Or I'll have to do worse, yeah?" he suggested, his own grin growing significantly more wicked. And yeah, trying to vault over the bed would definitely be in the category of worse. At least for him. "Me belt's still lying around here somewhere. Might be able to use that to keep you from gettin' away." Brows shooting up, her mouth twitched at the corners as, instead of vaulting over the bed (or trying to, since she still didn't think that would've ended well), he started coming around it. "Kinky," the brunette commented, going ahead and rolling her eyes again as he- Okay, what the hell was he doing exactly? Pete jerked the blanket off the bed and apparently decided to try to catch her with that. Sure enough, he lunged forward, and Kitty decided to at least look like she was trying to dodge him, even if she really wasn't. Because he was trying to catch the phasing ninja girl with a blanket. Sure enough, his arms went up, blanket and all, like he thought something that never worked on Lockheed was somehow going to work on her. Grinning broadly, she phased, moved forward and through him. Came out behind him, spun around and made her hands solid enough to push. And hope he actually went toward the bed, or that the blanket would at least help...break his fall? "Points for originality," she told him between bouts of laughter, "The judges are still out on technique." And still grinning broadly and going ahead and solidifying. Since it really wasn't playing fair, even if it was fun. He couldn't exactly use powers to catch her, and Kitty was pretty sure nobody would appreciate him setting the helicarrier on fire if he tried. |
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| Pete Wisdom | Jul 4 2014, 06:14 PM Post #92 |
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Knows perfectly well what canny means
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Do better? Pete? He was a horrible person who did horrible things. Better wasn't his style. Worse, on the other hand, he was quite good at. If she kept rolling her eyes like that whenever he said something, he might not even need to chase her too much. Magical princesses and Japanese cartoons was just the start, but the reaction it got from Kitty was a bit telling, wasn't it? She might have objections to dressing up like some kind of bubblegum battle cheerleader now, but Pete had a strong suspicion she'd worn that costume for Halloween when she was little. At least once. As to her accusation, he was too busy enjoying the way she looked right now. No eyeroll this time, but that little snort of a laugh she gave basically amounted to the same thing. There was a bit of wariness in her eyes as well when Pete crouched down. The kind that said she had a feeling whatever he might try next would probably backfire on him. Well, if she wanted something to worry about, he could always dig out his belt from wherever it had gone and catch her with that. That ought to do as far as 'worse' went. He even started edging his way around the bed as if he were planning to do exactly that. Given the way Kitty's brows vanished into her hairline, she hadn't quite expected him to throw that one out, but she seemed to find the threat more amusing than anything else. "Kinky," she said, which was probably the mildest thing she could have said about something she could just phase through, and lacking that, could just as easily untie with her feet. Then she added a well deserved eyeroll, which was just what Pete had been waiting for. Still grinning, Pete snatched the blanket off the bed and charged. Kitty knew this one, of course. He'd tried it against the rat more than once, and someday he'd actually catch the blinking thing. Kitty couldn't fly or breathe fire, though, so as long as she didn't phase, he stood at least a halfway better chance of throwing it over her. So of course, phasing was exactly what she did. At first it did look like she was going to try to dive out of the way, but she didn't have all that much room in either direction. Just when his arms were fully extended and it was too late for him to change course, she grinned and passed right through him. Pete dug his heel into the carpet as soon as she moved, swiveling his torso in anticipation of her emergence on the other side of him. She was faster than him. Much faster, and he'd barely gotten halfway when she spun around and give him a good shove. He really should protest that sort of blatant cheating, but he was too busy laughing about it. Fortunately, his efforts to turn around caused him to fall toward the bed, and he bounced a little on the mattress, only getting slightly tangled in the blanket he'd been wielding. "Points for originality," Kitty quipped. She seemed to be having just as hard a time holding her composure as Pete, though, her laughter making it difficult to get all the words out at once. "The judges are still out on technique." Pete rolled from his side to his back and answered Kitty's grin with one of his own. "Suppose that means I'll have to nail the dismount," Pete countered, bracing his hands against the mattress and pushing himself back to his feet. He took off after her, still laughing as he tried to get close enough to make another grab. May as well go with the direct approach, and he was willing to go around the room as many times as it took to corner or catch up with her. If he started getting tired, he could always stop to take a drink of that scotch he'd brought with them. |
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| Shadowcat | Jul 5 2014, 08:20 PM Post #93 |
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He was threatening the belt now, huh? Kinky. Or it would be, if she thought Pete would manage any better with that whatever else he had up his sleep. Kitty was still hoping it wasn't to try leaping over the bed, since that really couldn't end well, no matter how many different ways she tried to imagine it. So yes, there was more eyerolling. As Pete... Charged her with a bedspread. Alright, then! What exactly he thought he was going to do with that, the brunette wasn't quite sure. She didn't really even need to phase to avoid a method of capture even Lockheed managed to get out of. Still, the least she figured she could do would be at least look like she was trying to dodge. Even if she didn't plan on dodging at all, really. Instead, she waited until he got close, phased, grinned, went through him, then solidified on the other side. Then gave him a shove. Yeah, it wasn't really fair, but who ever said they were supposed to play fair? It also hopefully wouldn't send him headfirst into anything harder than the mattress, Kitty mused maybe a little belatedly, since the pushing was already a done deal. Like the nightstand or the bed frame or anything that might end up with her needing to call up the Strip Club and get them to send up whatever healers they had down at the party up to deal with some unexpected head trauma. Annnnnd now he was tangled in his own blanket trap. He was laughing, too, and so was she by then, still wearing a grin and more than a little relieved to see him actually hit the mattress instead of anything more injury inducing. Well, she gave him points for originality at least, for the blanket if nothing else. The judges were still out on the technique, though. It could maybe use a little work. Maybe once she stopped laughing she'd help him out of the blanket. He managed to roll over onto his side, still grinning right back at her. At this point, she'd feel a little bad about phasing again. It really wasn't quite fair, since his powers wouldn't do him much good in this game. "Suppose that means I'll have to nail the dismount," Pete countered and Kitty was busy trying to figure out just what kind of dismount he was talking about as he pushed himself to his feet and, apparently not giving up no matter what she bounced him off of, made another grab for her. Habit had her dodging that one, laughing just as much as he was and grinning impishly as she skirted around him and back around to the other side of the the bed. Then, watching him carefully to see what he'd get up to next, she lifted an eyebrow again, holding her up in, well, not exactly surrender, but at least a willingness to even up the odds. "Okay, no more powers," Kitty told him with a smile. "Mostly because I'm afraid it's going to end up in a really embarrassing trip to the Infirmary." And it wasn't like she objected to being caught. That was definitely fun, too. |
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| Pete Wisdom | Jul 6 2014, 12:36 PM Post #94 |
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Knows perfectly well what canny means
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It was a good thing the judges were handing out points for originality. Pete was going to have to get a lot more creative if Kitty kept cheating like that. The judges might have doubts about his technique, but he could turn them around on that once he caught her. And now she had him speaking in gymnastics metaphors. Well, he supposed that was Kitty's first favorite physical activity, after all. He'd managed to land on the bed, at least, and while it might still be plotting against them, it was a lot softer than the floor. Or worse, the bedframe, which he didn't fancy smacking his head against. The blanket helped too, even if he did have to spend half a second untangling himself from it. Springing back his feet was easy enough, and Kitty had apparently chosen to extend him a momentary time out until he was ready to start the chase again. Not that she could have gone very far anyway, but he appreciated the gesture. The dark-haired, naked, laughing former spy made a lunge for her, but she dodged out of reach with a laugh of her own. She danced past him and over to the other side of the bed, which had apparently become her favorite barrier between them. Pete nearly followed, just on the off chance that her luck couldn't hold up forever with dodging out of his way as they swapped places on each side of the bed, but he skid to a halt at the corner, the mattress still between them, deciding to give some thought to other strategies. If for no other reason than she seemed to enjoy the way he kept her guessing. She was watching him with a cautious eye, still grinning like a cat as she raised her arms in a conciliatory gesture. "Okay, no more powers," she promised, which was nice of her. "Mostly because I'm afraid it's going to end up in a really embarrassing trip to the Infirmary." A bit less nice, that. Still, she might have reason for concern, given how often he got injured when they went out together. So far, at least, the only thing they'd managed to bruise was his pride. "Or burning down the whole helicarrier," Pete said, since his hot knives wouldn't do much to improve his chances of catching Kitty, but could do a lot of damage to everything else. "At least I don't have to worry about MacTaggert torturing me here." Kitty was becoming a bit too dependent on the bed as a shield. Time to change that. "Ready for round two, then?" he asked, a wicked glint to his eye. Instead of bolting around the bed after Kitty this time, Pete took a quick step in the other direction, toward the middle of the bed and, crouching down to brace both hands against the edge of the box spring, shoved the entire bed forward. The muscles of his wiry hands went taught as he pushed against the initial resistance, but once the wheels got moving, the bed obediently slid toward the side wall. Christ, all those muscleheads on the team made it seem like this should have been a lot easier. But at least it was moving. And there went the little nightstand, spilling its lamp to the floor. Ah well. Had to figure they'd make a mess doing this. It may have taken a second or three longer than Pete had hoped, but he did manage to get it more or less flush against the corner. More of an angle, with the nightstand in the way, but Kitty would still have to come up with a different strategy for keeping away from him. Moving the bed revealed some of their discarded clothing as well. They really had thrown it everywhere, hadn't they? Stooping down a little more, he swept up his pants, which still had his belt. For a brief second he considered unthreading it through the loops, just to see what Kitty would do, but nah, he had something else in mind. With unerring aim, he flung the pants across the room to the door, striking the metal switch plate solidly enough to flip it to the off setting. The lights obediently flickered out, bathing them in darkness. Pete dropped down to his toes, tips of his fingers pressed to the floor as he listened for Kitty's movements, waiting to see what she'd do next, now that she couldn't see him. He'd have to move slow. No running around in the dark or he really would wind up in the Infirmary in a few minutes. He knew where the light switch was, and he was close to the other lamp. As long as he took it slow, he'd be fine, and might even manage to sneak up on Kitty before she evaded him again. |
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| Shadowcat | Jul 7 2014, 09:20 PM Post #95 |
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At this rate, this could take all night. They'd just keep going round and round the bed, while Pete kept trying to sneak up on her and defeat her with blankets. God. Blankets. Or a blanket that her boyfriend, the spy, managed to get himself at little tangled in as the 'grab Kitty with a bed sheet' maneuver failed and she gave him a little helpful push onto the bed itself. And not, thankfully, into nightstand or the bed frame or anything that'd end up in a need to call for medical assistance. Yeah, she was laughing again, but at least she was willing to wait until he untangled himself to either take off again or launch a counter strike. The second one was tempting, but she didn't really mind being chased around a little, so back around the bed it was as Kitty dashed out of the way and put that between them again. For a second she thought he'd just follow her around there, too, then she'd have to lunge across the bed, but instead he stopped at the corner. And she could see the wheels turning in that way too devious head of his. Still, as a conciliatory gesture, the brunette magnanimously put powers aside for the rest of the game. Mostly because she didn't want them to end up with an embarrassing infirmary story as their prize for the end game. "Or burning down the whole helicarrier," Pete said, voicing her own previous suspicions about possible powers usage getting out of hand. "At least I don't have to worry about MacTaggert torturing me here." That required another laugh and an impish grin in his direction. "If you miss her, I'm sure the one here wouldn't mind making a quick trip over from Muir." Wisdom would even be glad to see her, which actually might be the strangest thing about this world so far as far as she was concerned. There was a gleam in Pete's eyes she knew well, though. The one that meant he was thinking again. Thinking devious thoughts if she knew him at all. "Ready for round two, then?" he asked, and she grinned at him, one brow inching up just a little. "I thought round two was the shower," she countered, tensing and getting ready to move in the opposite direction of where ever he decided to go. With the furniture in the way, the options were pretty limited. Especially if phasing was out, but she had promised to play fair. Instead of coming after her, though, Pete went the other way, grabbed the bed and wrestled it out of they way as she watched, shaking her head and trying not to laugh. Even when the lamp hit the floor, at least managing to stay in one piece. Well, guess they didn't need that, but they'd have to be careful not to step on it. Some of their clothes had migrated under there, apparently, including Pete's pants and, forgetting completely about playing keep away, Kitty folded her arms loosely and watched him. Now what the heck was he up to? Apparently using his pants as a projectile, managing to hit the light switch with a throw that threw the room into darkness. Okay, how this was going to help him, Kitty wasn't entirely sure, but you wouldn't hear her complaining. Her codename wasn't Shadowcat for nothing. Lightly and silently, she took a couple of steps back and in toward the wall from where she'd been standing, letting her eyes adjust as best they could to the darkness. Not quite total, but close enough, as she listened for any sound of movement from Pete. He wasn't exactly an amateur at being sneaky and she knew better than to underestimate him. Moving slowly and on the balls of her feet, careful to make as little noise as possible, she inched back toward the wall, possibly over some more clothes (she'd figure that out later), flattening against it. Waiting for a second and then carefully and slowly moving around, making an arc back toward where she'd seen him last, trying to come in behind him. Not as easy as it would've been if she'd just phased, but she'd never depended completely on her powers regardless. Logan had seen to that. So, once she thought she was fairly close, she decided to make a grab for him. Or at least for where she was pretty sure was close to where he should be. And if she could manage not to laugh before she actually caught him, it'd probably work a lot better, too. |
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| Pete Wisdom | Jul 9 2014, 01:19 PM Post #96 |
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Knows perfectly well what canny means
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Now Kitty was threatening Pete with the local MacTaggert. Marvelous. "Oh cheers," he mock grumbled, taking that as an excuse to have a turn of his own at the eyerolling. He should be glad she was thousands of miles away, but from what he'd been hearing this place was lousy with teleporters who saw that as no different than taking a step forward. Still, Kitty was being nice enough to even things up by agreeing not to use her powers. Perhaps Pete could take that as a sign that she was ready for round two. His girlfriend grinned at him and arched an eyebrow ever-so-slightly. "I thought round two was the shower," she said, which got a chuckle from Pete. He liked where her priorities were on that. Depending on how they were counting, that might have been round three, actually. No reason to bring that up, since they still hadn’t come to a consensus on which date this was or whose room this belonged to. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes,’ then,” Pete said, grinning wider as he sprang into action. …and immediately stalled for just a half a second before he managed to persuade the bed to start moving. And then once he did start pushing it toward the wall, he only added to the mess on the floor by tipping over the nightstand and dumping its lamp to the carpet. Ah well. He’d just shove those along with the bed if he had to. Kitty seemed content for the moment to simply watch Pete struggle with the furniture, shaking her head and looking like she was about to crack up again. Then, as he finished moving the bed and bent down to pick up the pants that had somehow found their way under the bed, she folded her arms over her chest, watching him with a mixture of amused and mildly suspicious interest. With a single smooth motion he sent the pants sailing, getting the light switch on the first try and leaving them both in the now-dark room. It probably gave her more of an advantage than it gave him, but he could still manage pretty well, and she knew that, too. Crouched down, balancing on the tips of his fingers, Pete listened for any noises that would give Kitty away, but she was quiet as her namesake. No breath, no footsteps. She had to be almost killing herself trying not to laugh, or maybe that was just him. Slowly, carefully, Pete rose back up and took the two or three steps back to where the other nightstand still stood undisturbed. He moved with silent, soft steps, never making a sound, pads of his fingers tracing the edge of the wall to guide himself. Pete stopped at where he remembered the nightstand was and crouched down slightly, perhaps not catlike, but like a reedy, stealthy creature of some sort he was sure. Still no sound from Kitty. She really was good at this. She might even be aiming to sneak up on him, but he had the wall to his side and the nightstand in front of him, so unless she’d doubled back and was creeping up behind him, he was probably safe enough at the moment. With delicate fingers he reached out. If his guess was right the object he was seeking should be right about… there. Gently, Pete pinched his target between his fingers and lifted it off the nightstand. Now he was ready. Turning slightly, back mostly to the wall, now, Pete lifted the remote in his hand, aiming it where he remembered the telly was, and pressed down on the thick, round power button. Across the room, the activation chime sounded, and an instant later the screen switched on, bathing the room in a soft, low light. There she was. Pete sprang forward, gambling that his dual-purpose diversion had worked and by the time Kitty realized he was coming it would be too late for her to get out of the way. He opened his arms out, meaning to sweep her up around the waist or so, preferably lifting her off her feet in the process. Catch or miss, though, he was going to start cracking up again any second now. Kitty might have a few more things to say about what the judges thought about his technique because of this, but Pete figured he could demonstrate that better after he had her in his arms. |
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| Shadowcat | Jul 11 2014, 04:25 PM Post #97 |
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If he missed Moira, she could probably take care of that for him. There was always the Moira MacTaggert from this universe. She was just a teleport away, really. Kitty was sure someone would be happy to make a quick trip to pick her up. "Oh cheers," Pete grumbled sourly, or at least tried to pretend he was, complete with adding in his own portion of the eyerolling for the evening. Not her fault, he was the one that brought it up. So he only had himself to blame. He had to know she wouldn't really inflict an alternate Moira on him. Probably. As a matter of fact, she'd even be nice enough to cut out the phasing power usage from this point on. Just to even things up a little. Especially since Pete couldn't really use his own powers without causing more things to be on fire than either of them, or anyone else, would care for. Plus, he seemed to be having a hard enough time just keeping count of the rounds, if he was naming this one as round two. The brunette was had been pretty sure that was the shower. Or maybe that'd been round three? Either way, he was at least one round behind, she really should cut him a little break here. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes,’ then,” Pete said, grinning wider and with a chuckle before beginning an assault on the room itself that she could only stand back and watch with more than a little bit of amusement. A little furniture moving, lamp knocking over, and pants throwing later and the room was in the next best thing to total darkness. And Kitty was still trying not to laugh, since that would end whatever round this actually was a lot sooner than all that work to rearrange the furniture probably warranted. Okay, so, it was dark. Well, her codename wasn't Shadowcat for nothing, so she moved carefully and silently toward the wall, worked her way around a little - wondering what Pete was up to, because he was always up to something - and worked her way back around the room in the general direction of where he'd been last. He was being very, very quiet, which only made the brunette more curious what he had up his sleeve. The former spy might not exactly be a ninja, but he was sneaky and evil and that generally made up for a lot of the difference. And she was still trying not to break out in peals of laughter. Which wouldn't be ninja-like in the least, but was still more than a little tempting. Barely holding it in, and with a grin on her face all the same, she worked her way closer to where she was sure Pete was. A pause, ears tuned for any hint of noise, change in air movement, and just a sense of where he was and she started forward another step. Just as the TV switched on. Head whipping around toward it, no sign of Pete and she hadn't thought he'd moved that far. Another jerk of her head back to where she thought he had been, and sure enough, there he was. Springing right toward her, arms out and there was a split second decision to be made. Try to dodge or try to counter. Since dodging meant Pete with likely a face full of floor, she went for the second option, not bother to hold in the laughter as he caught her around the waist (well, okay, maybe it was closer to a cackle) and they shot back. Hopefully not head first into anything that'd knock them both unconscious, but no time to worry about that as she got her own grip on Pete, rolled them enough that the hit on their side. That carpet could really use a little more padding. Ignoring that, though, as the breath left her in a whoosh, Kitty didn't waste any time in attempting to finish the maneuver to pin Pete on his back that she'd started. If that meant sitting on his chest to the accompaniment of some propaganda broadcast in a trashed helicarrier room, well, so be it. |
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| Pete Wisdom | Jul 21 2014, 01:04 AM Post #98 |
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Heh, just as he thought. Didn't matter that she'd been the one to decide she felt like being chased. Pete only had to take eyes off her for a second (or turn out the lights in the room) and she'd gone straight from being the chase-e to the chase-r. Not that he was complaining. It was as much fun to be caught as it was to do the catching, and it was no surprise to see Kitty felt the same way. The ruse had worked, though. As soon as the telly switched on, her head whipped in that direction, and by the time she swung it back to where he was. he'd already launched himself at her. At bit reckless, but he was never going to have a chance this good. If he didn't catch her this time he was going to end up eating carpet for sure. They were both letting all that pent-up laughter out as Pete seized Kitty around the waist. In Kitty's case, it was almost a cackle, which should have been his first warning that she was up to something. Actually, the fact that he caught her at all should have been his first warning. A second later they were flying backward, which only made Pete laugh louder as surprise took him. He felt her hands take hold of him as she twisted mid-fall, turning them onto their side as they struck the carpet. Again. This was getting to be a habit with them. A brief, low grunt from the impact interrupted Pete's laughter, Kitty's own breath coming out in a whoosh at the same time. The next moment Kitty shoved him over onto his back and expertly pinned him down. She may have promised no powers, but ninjitsu was apparently still fair game. Pete saw no reason to complain about that whatsoever. His beautiful girlfriend was sitting on his chest and completely starkers. He wasn't really seeing a lot of downsides to that. He might have a few nasty rug burns in the morning, but he'd worry about that tomorrow. She'd done a bloody good job of it, too. He couldn't even move his arms more than past the wrists and the tremors of his laughter were slightly muted by the way Kitty was pressing down on him. All while bathed in the soft glow of the telly and the sounds of a news report of some kind. Was that Cassidy's voice he was hearing? Not bothering to check, since it didn't much matter either way, Pete managed to dull the laughter down enough to speak again. "Did I catch you or did you catch me?" Pete asked, looking up at Kitty and smiling wickedly. One was just as fun as the other as far as he was concerned, though. He'd missed her. He'd missed being able to hold her. To touch her. "We could discuss it here," he added, almost as a afterthought, "but we still have that bed to tame, yeah?" He was sure any arguments either of them wanted to make would sound much better there, even if the bed was still out to get them. |
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| Shadowcat | Jul 22 2014, 07:45 PM Post #99 |
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It was probably good Pete was laughing, too. They'd see if that held up once they'd hit the floor. Again. Kitty didn't really just let it go there, though. Oh no. He wasn't getting off that easy. There was a grunt from her evil boyfriend as they impacted, just as her own breath was knocked out a little. No way was she giving him time to recover, though, and the brunette made quick work of flipping him onto his back and, well, sitting on him for lack of a better form of restraint. Right now, she was sort of lacking the normal accessories that might've made that a little easier. Still, it fell well withing the no powers agreement, so Pete couldn't complain. Actually, it was Pete and so he could, but it wasn't like she'd listen to him. He was still laughing, though, or at least trying to. It might be a little harder than normal with her perched on his chest, but that didn't stop her from grinning all the same. Maybe just a little smugly and relegating whatever was going on on the TV to the background. Probably just more propaganda from one side or the other. "Did I catch you or did you catch me?" Pete asked, once he'd managed to tone down the laughter and just grin more than a little devilishly at her instead. She did like that grin. "I caught you," she asserted with a grin of her own, "Weren't you paying attention at all?" Not that it really mattered, but she couldn't get him into the habit of thinking she'd just agree with him. That'd never do. At all. "We could discuss it here," he added, almost as a afterthought, "but we still have that bed to tame, yeah?" Hmm...that was true enough, she decided, hands resting on his shoulders as she leaned forward a little. Then giving them a gentle squeeze while she at least pretended to consider the various options. "Yeah, and I think we've done as much as we can with the floor just now," Kitty decided, leaning down to give him a quick kiss. The carpet really could use some better padding. Or she could. One or the other. Swinging herself carefully off his chest, she got to her feet and held down a hand to him. "C'mon. Let's find a more comfortable place for you to be a terrible influence on me." Because he still was. That was her story and she was sticking to it. |
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| Pete Wisdom | Jul 30 2014, 12:55 AM Post #100 |
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They were back on the floor again. This time, though, they'd gotten there on purpose. That was mostly Kitty's doing, and she had Pete pinned down well enough that he couldn't really do anything about it at the moment even if he wanted to. He really, really liked the way she could do that. It did raise the question of which of them had caught the other. She may have been the one to run off telling him to chase her, but he was the one flat on his back at the moment. "I caught you," Kitty replied confidently, flashing that grin he liked so much. "Weren't you paying attention at all?" Right now he was paying loads of attention. "D'you mean before or after you were distracted by the telly?" he pointed out. It was starting to look like they were going to have to discuss this a bit more extensively before they could come to an agreement. That was fine with Pete, but they might want to consider moving it over to the bed. Kitty leaned forward a little, which did all sorts of things Pete fancied from the angle he was watching. His hands, still limited in their range of movement, slid along her calves while she gave his shoulders a light squeeze and acted like she was thinking it over. There were a lot of other possibilities they hadn't tried yet, after all. "Yeah, and I think we've done as much as we can with the floor just now," she said, her face and brown hair glowing under the light from the telly. She leaned down further and they shared a quick kiss. If she kept doing that they could hang from the bloody ceiling for all it mattered where they happened to be. She swung off his chest, graceful as ever. Christ, he loved watching her move. There was nothing like it. Once she was on her feet she reached a hand down to help him up as well. "C'mon. Let's find a more comfortable place for you to be a terrible influence on me." Couldn't forget that part, could they? Pete smiled wider and drew his legs up, lifting his hand to take hers. "I intend to find several," he promised, pushing himself up with Kitty's help. As soon as he was on his feet he stepped in, closing the distance and tilting his head forward for another languid kiss. He slipped his other arm around her waist, savoring the feel of her body pressed against his. Once they broke the kiss he pulled back slightly, keeping his arm where it was. "Well, seeing as you apparently aren't Sailor Moon, and that story about being a magical princess is off the table for the moment, you'll have to tell me what comes with letting you catch me, instead, yeah?" She might decide to hit him with another pillow for that, but at the moment those were out of reach, so she was either going to have to wait to begin that assault or think of something else. |
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| Shadowcat | Jul 31 2014, 10:23 PM Post #101 |
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Well, that was an easy question. She'd caught him, of course. It was pretty easy to figure that one out, considering she was currently sitting on him. Hadn't Pete even been paying attention at all? "D'you mean before or after you were distracted by the telly?" he pointed out and Kitty just grinned that much wider, brows inching upward. Alright, then, they'd just add that to the growing list of ongoing debates, somewhere below 'who's room is it anyway?' and above 'I really need to remember to ask Warren what that license plate says'. "Says the man who had to resort to electronic distraction in the first place." Plus, yeah, still had him pinned to the floor. So it obviously hadn't been that much of a distraction, had it? Still, Pete did have a point about moving things over to the bed. Which couldn't help but be more comfortable than the floor. Call it a hunch, but it felt like they'd done about as much with the floor as they could right now. Or maybe that she wanted to until they managed to get some more padding down there to prevent major rug burn. So, a little squeeze of his shoulders, leaning forward for a a quick kiss after expressing that opinion and then Kitty moved off him as carefully as she could, since cracked ribs probably weren't on the agenda for the evening and didn't need to be. Then she offered a hand to help get him off the floor, since she'd been at least partly responsible for putting him there to start with. They might as well go ahead and move to that more comfortable place for him to be a terrible influence on her. "I intend to find several," he promised with a wider smile that didn't do anything at all to make her doubt that a bit as he got to his feet, got rid of what little distance there was between them and kissed her. Mmmm...god, that was nice, and her arm slid around his neck again as his slipped around her waist, she leaned in against him a little. She really, really still liked the way that felt. They'd never make it the rest of the way across the room, though, at this rate. Not that she really minded right now, as the kiss ended and Kitty opened her eyes again, still not moving anywhere else. "Well, seeing as you apparently aren't Sailor Moon, and that story about being a magical princess is off the table for the moment, you'll have to tell me what comes with letting you catch me, instead, yeah?" Oh, he wished. Letting out a soft laugh, she gave him a skeptical look in the light of the television. "Letting me catch you, huh?" she asked, looking back at him with amused brown eyes. "You'd think not letting you faceplant in the carpet would kind of be its own reward." Apparently not, though, but that was guys for you. Stepping back, and slipping her arm around his waist instead, the brunette decided she should probably steer them back toward the new location of the bed, making a minor detour to grab the remote on the way. "I might be open to negotiations, though," she told him faux-consideringly and with a grin as she dropped down on the side of the bed. Or, now that they were at the bed, she could bring the pillows back into play. That was kind of a reward, right? Until then, though, she'd use the remote to find a different channel if they were leaving the TV on. Propaganda, be it Resistance or Government, wasn't exactly her idea of even background atmosphere. A few clicks, though, and she found something that seemed vaguely musical. Yeah, that was better. |
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| Pete Wisdom | Aug 3 2014, 01:40 AM Post #102 |
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When it came to Kitty, paying attention was never a problem. Not for Pete. She'd been making him take notice since that flight to Genosha and her unique style of enforcing the tyrannical 'no smoking' policy aboard the Flit. If she wanted to ask about paying attention, though, he could just as easily turn that question around. She was the one who'd been distracted by the telly, yeah? She might have turned that to her own advantage, but it still counted. "Says the man who had to resort to electronic distraction in the first place." Pete raised his brows and grinned unrepentantly. "Well I suppose I could have tried distracting you with hand puppets," he said. When it came to effective ways to get Kitty's attention, though, electronics were much more of a sure thing. They were in agreement about continuing their debate somewhere more comfortable than the carpet. Somewhere he could continue being a terrible influence on her. The bed. That would do for starters. Once he was on his feet, though, he decided another kiss was just too inviting to pass up right now. Arms around each other, her body leaning against his, the taste of her lips. God, he loved that. Couldn't get enough. As nice as that was, it wasn't getting them any closer to the bed. The kiss ended as softly as it had begun, and as Pete looked down at Kitty, he couldn't resist asking about one other small matter. She hadn't mentioned what was supposed to happen if she caught him, after all. Even if he'd let her do the catching. The look on Kitty's face said plenty about what she thought of that as she laughed softly. "Letting me catch you, huh?" she asked, amusement gleaming in her eyes. "You'd think not letting you faceplant in the carpet would kind of be its own reward." She unlaced her arms from his neck and slipped one around his waist, guiding them both toward the bed. "Seeing as you're the one who did the catching," he observed as she paused to bend down and pick the remote from where he'd dropped it during his ambush, "it follows that you'd be the one to claim a reward, yeah?" They finished their journey to the bed and Kitty affected a thoughtful expression. "I might be open to negotiations, though," she said, before grinning and settling down on the side of the bed. The part they'd previously established was the most dangerous, but right now she didn't seem overly concerned about that. Nor was Pete, to be honest, as he slid down to join her. Instead, she started clicking on the remote. Not to turn off the telly. Just to change the channel. After a few clicks she settled on a programme that sounded like some sort of musical broadcast. Much nicer than the other thing. They might just get to that dance he owed her yet. "Open to negotiations, was it?" he said, just to confirm, smiling down at her as he shifted his torso and leaned toward her. "I can think of a few propositions I'd like to make." His voice dropped an octave as he bent down closer, lips barely brushing hers. "Starting with this." Lips pressing down, he drew her deeper into the kiss. He slid one hand over the smooth skin of her stomach, just below her breasts, coming to rest at her side. The fingers of his other hand traced a line up and down her back before he gently nudged her toward the mattress. |
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| Shadowcat | Aug 3 2014, 09:06 PM Post #103 |
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Distracted? Her? Now where had Pete ever got that idea? Especially since, to her way of thinking, he'd been the one that'd had to resort to electronic distractions in the first place. And who seemed pretty pleased with himself about that, if the lift of his brows and that grin were anything to go by. "Well I suppose I could have tried distracting you with hand puppets," he said which would've at least have gotten him points for originality if nothing else. "So you've moved on from the idea of a strip tease?" the brunette couldn't help teasing as they agreed to move off the floor and somewhere less likely to leave them both with more bruises. Or, well, the bed was at least slightly less likely, if it was in a better mood this time. There was a short intermission for a kiss, then a resuming of Reality According To Pete Wisdom. Which wasn't quite the same reality she remembered. Letting her catch him? Big talk from the guy that she'd kept from facial rug burns of one degree or another. What other kind of reward did he expect? "Seeing as you're the one who did the catching," he observed as she paused to bend down and pick the remote from where he'd dropped it during his ambush, "it follows that you'd be the one to claim a reward, yeah?" Well, okay. Kitty had to admit, she liked those terms a little better. Giving it some thought as she started clicking through the TV channels and dropped down onto the edge of the bed, the brunette decided that she just might be open to some sort of negotiations. If Pete was interested, anyway. Oh, yeah, whatever that was it seemed more musical than news broadcast. That was much better. "Open to negotiations, was it?" Pete asked, once he'd braved the perils of the edge of the mattress to sit down next to her, smiling in that way that made those butterflies in her stomach start fluttering all over again. Then he leaned in closer. "I can think of a few propositions I'd like to make." His voice dropped an octave as he bent down closer, lips barely brushing hers, but it had her lashes fluttering down all the same. "Starting with this." 'This' being an actual kiss, instead of just teasing at one, and Kitty slid her arms around his neck again, breath catching softly as his palm stroked over her stomach before settling at her side. Fingers sliding up into the damp strands of his hair, she leaned in closer, letting him pull her deeper into the kiss, or maybe pulling him. It didn't matter all that much and he didn't have to do very much urging to get them lying back on the bed again as his hand slid up and down her back. Well, this was a little deja vu-ish, wasn't it? "It's a good opening bargaining strategy," Kitty informed him softly, grin on her face matching her voice as she pulled back a little and opened her eyes, "but we're going to fail completely at strategic planning again if we stay like this." It wasn't that she minded, but it did seem like something that should be pointed out all the same. |
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| Pete Wisdom | Sep 9 2014, 03:14 PM Post #104 |
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It had been a fun, impulsive little chase, but now that it was done a few questions came to mind. Kitty had forgotten to mention what the reward was if she happened to catch Pete, rather than the other way around. Which of them had done the actual catching was still up for debate, but Kitty was unsurprisingly insistent that her claim was stronger than his. Given that she’d pinned him to the floor, she did have a good enough case. Not that he was complaining, mind. Which brought them to the other question at hand. What sort of prize went with catching him? Or for him letting him catch her, since it was much too early to yield on the particulars just yet. Kitty’s interest took an evident rise after Pete clarified that if she’d done the catching, she was the one who was due said reward. She seemed to give it a bit more consideration as they reclined against the edge of bed and she worked the remote for the telly. Programmes jogged by, most of them news reports, but she managed to find a music broadcast which made for a much more pleasant backdrop. As to the rest, she coyly informed Pete that she was open to negotiations. If he was interested, she added. When it came to her, he was always interested, so negotiations it was. He already had a few proposals in mind to open with, in fact. His pulse once more began to rise as he leaned down close enough to ghost his lips along hers in a suggestion of a kiss. Right before moving on to the real thing. Kitty’s wrapped her arms around his neck as their lips pressed against each other, broken only by the quick catch of her breath as Pete drew his hand along the smooth skin of her stomach. Her fingers combed through his hair, still slightly damp from the shower, drawing a low, throaty hum of pleasure from him. He loved the way it felt when she did that. She leaned in, their kiss deepening, and a moment later both of them leaned back, lying along the mattress. Pete’s hand stroked up and down her back as the kiss ended, and her eyes were still closed when she softly replied, "It's a good opening bargaining strategy[.]" Deep eyes, the vivid hazel shade darkened by the shadows cast by the telly, slid open and regarded Pete and themselves with mild amusement. "but we're going to fail completely at strategic planning again if we stay like this." This was a bit familiar, wasn’t it? Pete breathed a light chuckle. Even so, it was better than falling off the bed. “We’ll take care of that in a bit,” he assured her, moving his hand to her shoulder and then slowly mapped the curve of her arm. Her skin was warm against his fingers. Soft and electric. And most of all, real “I like being able to touch you,” he said, eyes softening with affection. Gazing at her beauty for a moment as it stole his breath. He was starting to get used to it having that effect on him. “Couldn’t stop feeling like something was missing back there, even after we got things figured out.” Not at all like being apart. Separated by walls or oceans wouldn’t have that effect, because she was still there. Trapped in another dimension with no clear way home. That had been different. It had been wrong, and now things felt right again. Where they belonged. |
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| Shadowcat | Sep 10 2014, 09:30 PM Post #105 |
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Music. That was better. Maybe not great music, but it was better than various forms of political propaganda while negotiations commenced. Then ended pretty fast, too, with a kiss and Pete's hand sliding over her stomach. As negotiating strategies went, it was a pretty good opening. Especially when his hand was still moving up and down her back and her eyes were closed and everything was...still, and content. Just for a few seconds. Unfortunately that ended pretty fast, too, and she had to open her eyes again. And remind Pete that they were still failing at strategic planning if they stayed this way. Sprawled across the bed again, in the completely wrong direction for access to the pillows and the covers. Shades of Friday night. There was a soft chuckle from Pete, one she almost felt as much as heard. “We’ll take care of that in a bit,” he assured her hand moving up to her shoulder, along her arm in a way that had her eyes slipping half closed again. Little electric tingles running along her skin in the wake of his fingers. Nice. That was really, really nice. Her own fingers kept up their lazy slide through his hair, soft damps strands brushing along her fingertips. “I like being able to touch you,” he said, eyes softening with affection in the shadowy light from the television. Lips curving upward softly, her hand slid down, along the back of his neck, then around and up the side to his jaw. Yeah, she knew that feeling, too. “Couldn’t stop feeling like something was missing back there, even after we got things figured out.” Turning over more toward him, she let out a gust of breath, eyes on his face. On those vivid blue eyes. "I'm pretty fond of that, too," she told him with a soft grin. "I felt like that, too, though," she added, along with worrying that he'd been sent off to god knew where, too, and about what was happening back home. "Especially in that fight in the Negative Zone." Like a piece was missing, through that whole thing. "I'm used to you being right there, it felt strange for you not to be." The grin widened a little. "Annnnd then I kind of tackle hugged Wisdom." But he already knew about that part, and she was pretty sure this world's version of Pete wouldn't be forgetting it any time soon. "It's been years since I had any trouble staying solid," Kitty continued, saying the frist thing that popped into her head as she traced her fingertips along his jawline. "So you shouldn't have any problem touching me all you want." |
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