Authors Note - I am an giant Kitty/Victor fan. I also believe plot is over rated..=P

This is gonna be a series of unrelated one-shots about Kitty Pryde and Liev Schrieber's amazingly sexy portrallel of Victor Creed. Don't like, dont read =D

Disclaimer- Every year christmas comes round, and still no Victor Creed, let alone the entire X-men franchise. Damn you Marvel, DAMN YOU =D And I dont't own Nirvana or Taylor Swift either, as much as adore their music.

RADIO

"Kitten, you have a terrible taste in music," Victor Creed growled, reaching over for what felt like the hundredth time to turn the radio dial in his direction.

Nirvana filled the air and Kitty scowled. "Taylor Swift is an excellent musician!" She snapped stubbornly.

"Taylors Swift is a whiny country bitch. Alot like you, actually." Kitty made a noise of contempt and turned the radio dial in her favor.

Victor let out a growl of a warning, but Kitty ignored him as best as she could.

"We were both young when I first saw you.."

Victor snorted in disgust. "Sentimental shit," he grunted. Kitty sniffed distainfully. "Its romantic Creed, its sweet!:

"Exactly, he growled, "Completley unrealistic."

He reached a taloned hand to the radio and switched it back to Kurt Cobain crooning "About a girl." Kitty hissed angrily. Victor chuckled. His little Kittens claws would be out, if she had any.

"Bastard!" She cried drastically, and in one swift motion span the dial rather violently in her direction. Victors face broke into a fanfged grin, still looking straight ahead at the road. "What?" She asked suspiciously. "What?? I know that look Victor, your going to so some-"

Kittys hand was clutched protectively to the dial, but he broke her grip easily. Retracting his claws as best he could, he took her hand in his.

Chuckling at the rising scent of Kittens nervousness, he reached over and turned the dial firmly in his favor.

Kitty stared expectantly at Victor, assuming he'd release his grasp of her hand.

He stared firmly ahead at the road , his face showing his trade-mark self sastifyied smirk, humming along to Nirvana.

Kitty scowled. What was he up to now?

Trying to ignore the tingling sensation of her hand curved around his, which was from perfectly logical fear anyway, she tentavily lifted her other arm towards the radio.

'No," Victor growled cheerfully, not taking his eyes of the road for a moment. Kittys arm dropped like a sail and rested by her side. "Okay," she chirped happlily, and leant over to rest her head on his firm shoulder. She stiffled a giggle as he tensed up in shock.

"Kurt Cobain's dead you know," She muttered. "And Taylor Swift is delusional. Each to their own Kitten."

"In what way is Taylor Swift delusional??"

"Her idea of love,"

Now it was Kittys turn to tense up. She'd nevre ever heard Victor say that word.

Not that she cared.

"Completly unrealistic," Victor continued, "Boy meets girl scenario, forbidden love-relationships are never like that. People always fall for the one person they shouldn't, sure, but I've lived long enough to know that in the long run, there's never a happy ending."

Kitty looked up at Victors grim face, shocked and saddened by the ferals bitterness. His eyes finally flickered towards her.

"Whatcha looking at Kitten," he half growled.

"You," she whispered, inwardly cursing herself, her stupidiy, and then him.

The tension between them was almost tangiable, faces so close there breath tangled into one. Kittybrethed in shakily, tilting her head upwards and-

"HONK!!!" "-Shit!"

Victors hand broke away from hers, Kitty leapt away from her place on his shoulder. The ute swerved dangerously as Victor mananged to pull them out of the path of the on coming car on this one way gravel road.

"Keep my eyes on the freaking road, not anything else," he muttered so low Kitty wasn't sure she was supposed to hear.

"And Kitten?"

"Mmm-hmm?"

"Move your paw away from the radio and don't even think about that whining country bitch,"

FIN

ah, well that sucked.

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...please?

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