New Morning
by Starsinger
Follows X-Men #538. Nuff said. Don't own them.
Kitty was whole. She could touch people, especially Peter, and they could touch her, not her suit, her. Ororo found her staring out over the ocean breathing the ocean air. It smelled good. Ororo's hand on her shoulder felt good.
"How do you feel?" Ororo asked.
Kitty took a deep breath and announced, "I feel FANTASTIC!" She threw her arms open and closed her eyes. She opened an eye and looked at her friend, "I probably need to go shopping, new clothes and all. I understand not much survived the destruction."
This announcement prompted a mad dash of the female kind for the plane. Scott winced seeing Emma getting an excuse to spend more money. At least it wasn't his money. One of the first places they stopped was Victoria's Secret. It wasn't a secret that Kitty needed underthings as well as overthings. Emma even found something for Peter to enjoy. Emma had a dirty mind when she put her mind to it.
When they returned, Hank had pulled together an impromptu party to celebrate Kitty's return to solidity among other things. "Twinkies and parties, any excuse for Hank," Scott said. At least, that's what Kitty thought he said. He'd helped himself to the liquor cabinet, or somebody had brought some, either way the result was the same. Scott, passed out drunk, in the middle of the floor.
Finally, Kitty slipped a note to Brand and asked her to give to Peter. She then disappeared. Brand approached Peter and gave him the note. He immediately excused himself from the heated conversation revolving on the Miami Heat's inability to bring home the NBA trophy and headed for his room. As he walked in, he was once oddly grateful to Haleena for killing Kitty. She wore a shirt, it simply read, "Honey, I'm hooooome."
Peter walked to her and placed his hand on the side of her face. Her warm, soft skin felt good under his caress. She closed her eyes and purred. He slipped his arms around her and kissed her. She melted into his arms. The shirt didn't last much longer.
The next morning the sunlight streamed in through the window into their room. Peter lay admiring the naked woman in his arms. Just the night before she had slept next to him in her containment suit, now, she didn't need it. She'd snuggled into his side, using his chest as a pillow. Suddenly, in the new morning light, everything was all right