Pryde & Wisdom
Sin
Kitty Pryde shuffled through the papers on her desk, ignoring he flashing message button on her voicemail.
She knew what was there. Another message from him. He was probably drunk, and it was more than likely annoying.
She paused as her thoughts inadvertantly flashed beck to when she had last been in England. She had come along primarily to see Brian, and possibly Alistair. She had no idea that Pete was even going to be there. And yet, when she saw him, despite her outward anger, a feeling of... of... satisfaction went through her. She chastised herself for realizing that, subconciously, she should have known he'd be there. Why else had she worn a skirt, which she never did, and done her hair. And she looked good. "Uncommon respectable" were his words.
His words. His voice sent a chill of memory and regret down to her soul. She hoped that it didn't show when she looked at him. She had a boyfriend, for Christ's sake, and this Wisdom thing was long over with...
...Until that night.
She had retreated to an unoccupied hallway to check her voicemail. She felt him come up behind her as she closed her phone.
"Wisdom."
"Pryde."
"Been a while," she turned to him and noticed that he still looked the same. She had heard that he'd lost an eye or something, but they were both still there as blue and intense as ever. She felt naked. She realized, with a start and a mental snort, that in Pete's mind, she probably was.
"Yeah. Has. I hear you're back with the Spandex brigade." What he really means is, 'I hear you're back with the Russian,' but he can't form those particular words. Was he moving closer? He was. What now, Pryde?
"Yeah. It was ineveitable. I mean, what else was I supposed to do." Was she moving closer? What about Piotr? What about...
"Yeah. What else..."
He was kissing her. He had her up against the wall of the corridor and Boy, was he kissing her. She was far from protesting, holding his head to hers and drinking him in like it was the last thing she'd ever do. She tastes the inside of his mouth and it tastes different than the last time. There's no cigarettes this time. He still tastes good, though.
She didn't know how long this would have continued if Brian hadn't called for her from the meeting room. Pete pulled away and looked at her. He knew that the moment was over. He knew that she'd go back to New York and to Piotr, and she could see in his eyes as he let her go that it was killing him.
Back in New York, her relationship with Piotr ended, Kitty realizes that it's killing her, too.
Sin can do that.
But love is no sin.