The sound of Pulp fiction music traveled in and out of the room, coming in from the open window next door and the girl with brown hair and eyes, pretty face upturned to the beat skipped to the rhythm. She had unusual powers, simultaneously moving her two feet at the desired steps, in and out, left and right, phasing in and out of the furniture that existed within her range.
Wolverine walked in with his usual way, cigar at the corner of his tight lip, one raised eyebrow at the pretty scene of his young wards little boogie trance. Glancing over at the open windows, curtains sheer white billowing to the breeze as if it too danced to the beat. He casually leaned against the door frame enjoying the view of little Kitty Prydes new steps; one, two, left and right and her legs carried her to a faster pace, her face an expression of bliss, closed eyes and lips upturned.
When the music ended, a resounding clap could be heard and the girl whose powers could disappear within walls and objects gasped at the intrusion. Her face blushing deep crimson and with immediate reflexes, she grabbed the nearest throw pillow at the chuckling Canadian.
"Wolverine!" she cried in frustration. "Why didn't you tell me you were there?!"
"What? And miss the opportunity to see you dance?" he laughed, "Uh-uh, nope, not a chance!"
With her arms crossed, a miffed expression on her delicate face she melted under his infectious laughter, giving way to a birth of a chuckle, grabbed his arm and with new music wafting in from the window she tried to coax him to do a little step of her own. One, two, three, left and right, and the music had begun anew, Kitty kept up the pace while Wolverine allowed her to have way with his loose arms. The cigar on his compressed lips tightened between his teeth and he yelped, "Oh, no. No no no."
"Oh yes, Wolverine! You were privy to my dancing, you're going to have to give me a dancing partner and look at you! You're doing real well!" Kitty encouraged, still going left, right, her steps quickened, and she ignored the narrowed eyes of her partner, which immediately rolled upwards. Groaning he consented to her infectious laughter, her desire to move to the tempo; left, right, one, two, round and round and away they go.
Surprisingly, the world's most grumpy canuck danced with a beat of his own, twirling young Kitty into spins and the cigar on his lip fell unheeded to the ground. His short legs easily moved in and out of her steps, the balance of their heights gave them lee way to a desired pace.
When the last of the music died to closing curtain, uneven claps could be heard and the two turned to the open doorway to see the rest of the X-men crew laughing and cheering them on.
"Sugah, ah'm mighty pleased to see ya'll dancin' so well together!" Rogue chimed in first. Bobby and Remy standing by her with grins and chuckles while Cyclops with his visor on produced an open smile, and laughing with Jean at his side, he replied to the two stunned and embarrassed couple, "Wolverine, Kitty, there's a dance contest coming up in town next week. Why don't the professor and I sign you two up?"
If he wasn't so bloody serious, Wolverine might have knocked him one but instead, grumbled and edged his way through the crowd forgetting not to pick up his cigar on the way out.
Jean too smiled but saw the expression on Wolverines face before he took off and the usual concern she was noted for gave way to her voice, "Scott." Her hand on his chest, "Perhaps you shouldn't have mentioned that to him."
Laughter could still be heard when he walked out of the mansion and decided he'd go for drink at the pub, play some pool and forget the whole damn mess. But as he walked to his bike, he made a quick two step, one, two, three, and around to the left and to the right. Climbing on his bike he took a quick glance behind his shoulder and saw little Kitty Pryde at the window, smiling at her favorite Canuck.
Wolverine walked in with his usual way, cigar at the corner of his tight lip, one raised eyebrow at the pretty scene of his young wards little boogie trance. Glancing over at the open windows, curtains sheer white billowing to the breeze as if it too danced to the beat. He casually leaned against the door frame enjoying the view of little Kitty Prydes new steps; one, two, left and right and her legs carried her to a faster pace, her face an expression of bliss, closed eyes and lips upturned.
When the music ended, a resounding clap could be heard and the girl whose powers could disappear within walls and objects gasped at the intrusion. Her face blushing deep crimson and with immediate reflexes, she grabbed the nearest throw pillow at the chuckling Canadian.
"Wolverine!" she cried in frustration. "Why didn't you tell me you were there?!"
"What? And miss the opportunity to see you dance?" he laughed, "Uh-uh, nope, not a chance!"
With her arms crossed, a miffed expression on her delicate face she melted under his infectious laughter, giving way to a birth of a chuckle, grabbed his arm and with new music wafting in from the window she tried to coax him to do a little step of her own. One, two, three, left and right, and the music had begun anew, Kitty kept up the pace while Wolverine allowed her to have way with his loose arms. The cigar on his compressed lips tightened between his teeth and he yelped, "Oh, no. No no no."
"Oh yes, Wolverine! You were privy to my dancing, you're going to have to give me a dancing partner and look at you! You're doing real well!" Kitty encouraged, still going left, right, her steps quickened, and she ignored the narrowed eyes of her partner, which immediately rolled upwards. Groaning he consented to her infectious laughter, her desire to move to the tempo; left, right, one, two, round and round and away they go.
Surprisingly, the world's most grumpy canuck danced with a beat of his own, twirling young Kitty into spins and the cigar on his lip fell unheeded to the ground. His short legs easily moved in and out of her steps, the balance of their heights gave them lee way to a desired pace.
When the last of the music died to closing curtain, uneven claps could be heard and the two turned to the open doorway to see the rest of the X-men crew laughing and cheering them on.
"Sugah, ah'm mighty pleased to see ya'll dancin' so well together!" Rogue chimed in first. Bobby and Remy standing by her with grins and chuckles while Cyclops with his visor on produced an open smile, and laughing with Jean at his side, he replied to the two stunned and embarrassed couple, "Wolverine, Kitty, there's a dance contest coming up in town next week. Why don't the professor and I sign you two up?"
If he wasn't so bloody serious, Wolverine might have knocked him one but instead, grumbled and edged his way through the crowd forgetting not to pick up his cigar on the way out.
Jean too smiled but saw the expression on Wolverines face before he took off and the usual concern she was noted for gave way to her voice, "Scott." Her hand on his chest, "Perhaps you shouldn't have mentioned that to him."
Laughter could still be heard when he walked out of the mansion and decided he'd go for drink at the pub, play some pool and forget the whole damn mess. But as he walked to his bike, he made a quick two step, one, two, three, and around to the left and to the right. Climbing on his bike he took a quick glance behind his shoulder and saw little Kitty Pryde at the window, smiling at her favorite Canuck.