Title: Reminiscent
Fandom: X-men
Pairing: Pryde/Wisdom
Rating: PG-13/R
Prompt: 023 Lovers
Summary: In his lifetime, Pete Wisdom has had lovers.
In his lifetime, Pete Wisdom has had lovers. He's had a few, in fact. Ever since he saw his first, real, live naked girl at the age of 16 and Ellen Clarke had taught him how to rock her world, he'd been, as most teenage boys are, completely willing, from that point forward, to rock as many worlds as possible. Pete was nothing if not a quick and eager study, and his ability to focus on details served him well.
As he got older, these women got more and more interesting. Their points of interest increasing proportionately to his own rise to power in the Intelligence community. Some of them were marks, some of them were efforts to throw suspicion this way or that, but the truth of the matter is that Pete Wisdom never had any real trouble getting a woman into bed. He could be charming, engaging, and downright seductive when he wanted, and he generally wanted.
He saw sex as a mutual exchange of needs, nothing more, really. He hadn't exactly been inspired to settle down and start a family at any point, and his brief, but altogether horrific relationship with Sari had pretty much deterred him from that interest forever.
At least he thought it had. All of that reasoning and logic seemed to go out the window the first time he ever saw Kitty Pryde naked, sweaty, and all too willing to let him use his entire arsenal of knowledge on the subject.
This was not his typical case, he reasoned with himself as he stood in his bathroom, splashing cold water on his face in order to to try to restore some semblence of logical thought. Pryde was young. Younger than he ever thought he'd even be interested in. In fact, if her dossier was right, which he was assuming it was, she was young enough that, if the rest of Excalibur decided they weren't fond of this, he could potentially be arrested. Pete did not fancy prison. Not at all.
Of course, she wasn't likely to allow that to happen. And, her age appeared to be simply a questino of linear time and not of emotional maturity. She acted older than most of the women he'd known who were twice her age.
She was also absolutely, fucking spectacular. Since they'd tripped their way off of the Midnight Runner, submitted to their physicals, and managed to barricade themselves in his room, she'd been more responsive, alive and electric than he'd ever imagined. In fact, he couldn't remember a single person who had made sex seem like such an appealing possibility.
So appealing, actually, that the cold water and all of the logic in the world were not making a bit of difference up against the fact that he couldn't remember ever wanting anything more in his life.
But this was not going to be his typical sneak out the next day situation. She was terribly naïve. If he did this, and then walked out, not only would he be an asshole, but he'd be burning the only bridge he even sort of had at the moment. But mainly, he'd be an asshole.
This meant that there was only one real conclusion, here. He was going to walk in there, make love to a woman for the first time in forever, and just try to be a decent man for once in his God-forsaken life. He just hoped, for her sake, that he could be better at it this time than he had been in the past.