Title: When in Amsterdam…London

Fandom: X-men

Rating: PG-13/R No hardcore smut this time, but sex-types heavily hinted at.

Summary: The Prompt is "High" I had no other choice. This is set during the original run of Excalibur. I think some of us have been forgetting, lately, all of the sex that they had during that time period. I haven't. ;)

Warnings: Mention of marijuana use…

Author's Note: To those of you who think that this is OOC for Kitty, I just want to say a couple of things. It very well may be, but the prompt was too much fun to resist. Also, I don't think that it is because really, from an analysis perspective, her relationship with Pete was all about rebellion. She loved him, yes, but really she was just trying to figure out who she was as an adult, and Pete happened to be involved, as well. I see this period of her life as being terribly experimental. If you have a problem with it, I can respect that. This is just my interpretation. That's what fanfic is all about after all… 

"Pryde? What are you staring at?" Pete lit another cigarette. He followed her gaze to a group of teenagers standing on the corner. They were talking and laughing, but he didn't see anything out of the ordinary for a London afternoon.

"I think those kids are selling drugs to each other." She jerked her chin in their direction.

"Probably. It's a lucrative business." Pete reached down and took her hand and noticed she was still looking. "Kit, last time I checked, we weren't the bloody narcotics squad."

"Pete?" Kitty finally focussed her attention up the street as they headed to the restaurant that served enough vegetarian/healthy fare and blood-dripping steak to satisfy both of them.

"Yes, luv?" Pete asked, glad to finally have her attention. Although, the fact that she was using her 'I want something but I'm not sure how to ask for it' tone made him slightly nervous. Usually, it ended with both parties mutually satisfied, but the act of getting it out of her was usually fairly difficult and riddled with self-conscious pitfalls.

"Have you ever smoked pot?" Kitty asked this with such innocence and naivete that Pete would have laughed at had he not known her better.

"I grew up in the 60s, Pryde. Yes, I've smoked a fair share of lots of things." This was an interesting turn for the conversation.

"Really? Did you like it?"

"I liked pot all right, I suppose. I weren't too crazy about the other stuff. Anything harder than pot and me overly-active sense of paranoia tends to act up." He grinned. "Still it's been so long I can't really remember. Why?"

"I never have." They were standing outside the pub now. Kitty was looking at the menu posted outside to determine whether the vegetarian special of the day was better than her typical chicken Caesar.

"So?" Pete turned to regard her, trying to figure out where this was going. Suddenly, the light went on. "Pryde? Are you saying you want to get high?"

She flushed and looked down as if she was embarrassed.

"Kind of. I mean, I never have, and we're here in London, and the rest of the team isn't around. I just. I just think it could be fun." She shrugged. Pete chuckled.

"Well, my little felon, I think I could work that out if you really wanted. John'll probably know where to get it." He shrugged casually and she looked thoughtful. "I could make a call, and we'd find out what's what easily enough."

"Pete?" Kitty looked mischievous. Pete loved that. He loved it so much that he wanted to drag her into the restaurant's restroom and find out if there were other ways to get her high.

"Yes, luv?"

"Let's do it."

"Are you sure, luv?"

"Yeah." She shrugged again, and relaxed, apparently contemplating the menu again until she looked up at him through slightly lowered lashes. "Besides, sex on pot is supposed to be amazing."

Pete couldn't call John fast enough.