The World is Not Enough
By Dark-Bat
Pete didn't know how it happened, but he had a pretty girl pressed against his lips. To tell the truth, he didn't know much of anything anymore. His surroundings were unnoticeable, the night's events at Dream Nails were forgotten, pushed back into some inactive part of his brain. The only thing he was aware of was kissing Kitty beneath him. He slipped an arm down his back, as hers encircled his neck. Pete was completely relaxed.
Kitty's mind was barraged by a flood of thoughts. She, like Pete, didn't know how any of this happened. She was nervous. It had been so long since her last relationship, and she didn't want to be hurt again. She stopped, and reminded herself that she was over that. Kitty pushed her memories of Colossus aside. In their stead came hopes. Hopes that this was something good, something she could hold on to. Hope that this was going to lead into something wonderful. Kitty was completely happy.
They pulled apart after a while, breathing heavily. Kitty licked her lips thoughtfully before her eyes fluttered open. She felt flustered, and her heart was beating at a rate that rivaled that of a hummingbird. Pete cleared his throat. "Well, out of all the perilous events in my life, this one has the be my favorite." Kitty didn't know if he was referring to Dream Nails or what was happening between them, but either one worked. She quickly clasped her hands on the back of his neck, and took another plunge. Beneath them, machines spun and chattered in high-pitched modem baby talk.
Their lips parted before their heads slid past the others, resting on shoulders. "What now?" Pete heard Kitty murmur dimly. Pete though cloudily for a moment. He was drunk, an intoxication he hadn't experienced in a long time. He was drunk off her kisses.
"We go home to Muir." He chuckled. "At least, that's where the autopilot is set."
Kitty smiled and reached up to his face, as if seeing it for the first time. She laughed. Pete was taken aback as the brunette phased through him (a rather disconcerting and unnerving feeling for Pete), and start rummaging through compartments. He wanted to keep kissing her and maybe....
"Ta-da!" Kitty brought out a white first-aid kit.
"Oh." Pete gingerly touched his temple and stared detached at the blood his fingers brought back. He hadn't noticed his injuries. They didn't hurt. Kitty dressed his wounds.
She stepped back and admired her work. "I'm not Moira, but I think I did a damn fine job."
"Thank GOD you're not MacTaggert. Woman probably would have put salt on my face. She hates me." That brought out a laugh from Kitty. Seized by an impulse, Pete stood up. "Besides, if you were... I wouldn't do this." He grabbed her by the waist and kissed her fiercely. It was becoming a familiar, yet exhilarating, exercise that night. Kitty rested her hands in his back pockets.
"I would hope you wouldn't do that, Mr. Wisdom. Ol' Moira might have a heart attack."
Pete laughed. The computer started beeping. They were home.
It was quiet in the hanger of Muir Island Medical Research Center. Of course it was quiet. At that unholy hour of the night, everyone was asleep. Well, almost everyone.
Lockheed flew into his mistress's arms and cooed. "Oh you silly dragon! Did you miss me?" Kitty laughed and placed him on her shoulders, his favorite perch. The dragon nuzzled her cheek in affirmation. "I missed you too."
Pete, slightly irritated by the intrusion, shot Kitty a look. She understood. Stroking her charge's chin, she whispered, "I think there are some bags of potato chips back on the plane. Or did you do enough hunting?" In answer to the question, Lockheed quickly dashed onto the Midnight Runner. Pete, relieved to be away from the... thing, slipped his arm back around Kitty's waist and led her out of the hanger. It was a long night.
Pete Wisdom woke up early. He hated waking up early. Last time he did so he ended up having to go all the way to Britain and nearly ended up getting killed. He smiled, feeling warm. There was a plus side to that near-death experience, though. The Ex-Black Air agent looked down at the former X-man laying next to him. Her head was lying on his bare chest, and her hair was spilling over his side. She was still asleep. Pete reached for the cigarettes he always had lying on the night stand next to his bed. His hand stopped mid-flight.
Lockheed was sitting on top of his cigarettes, staring at Pete and Kitty. He looked weird. Pete wasn't sure. He hadn't encountered enough alien dragons in his lifetime to really study their expressions, but he could have sworn the flying lizard was snarling at him with some sort of emotion. Was it hate? Suddenly, the purple alien opened his jaws and its tongue darted out. Pete sat up sharply at that strange and random movement. This caused Kitty to slip out of sleep, and off of his chest.
She pulled herself up and kissed Pete, letting her lips linger on his. "Good morning" she said happily before resting her head underneath his chin.
"Your... pet was in here this morning, Kitty. It was staring."
Kitty had to surpress a laugh. They had been in mutant wars, faced maniacs, and Pete was unnerved by a small purple dragon. "Oh," she said, trying to console him, "he was probably looking for me, wondering where I had been all night. And Lockheed's not a pet."
Pete shrugged, and drew his arms around Kitty, pulling her as close as humanly possible. They wiled away the morning hours in bed.
(A/N: Well, I bet you are wondering what is going on? "Why is Dark-Bat, who writes Kiotr stories, suddenly writing about Pete Wisdom? Has she lost her bloody mind?"
The answer to the second question is yes, but it has nothing to do with the stories.
I've been reading unhealthy ammounts of Excalibur (which is excellent, I recommend it), because I got so tired waiting for Astonishing #8. I fell in love with Pete Wisdom. he's awesome. But I was.. disappointed with the huge chunks of story they left out. So I decided to fill in those blanks to the best of my ability. This could be a multi-part story. I want to do something with the Piotr/Pete fight... cause I love that.
and... I'm stuck on "Shiny." I'm sorry. I am. I hate it. Its a pile of crap-ola and I'm stuck to no end. as John Rzeznik said "The ironic thing about writers block is that your writing all the time, its just that you think everything sucks." Everything I write sucks. I've found I'm much better at writing these interculary fics, and one shots. Stories where I dont have to make up a real plot. (and btw... the title is from a Garbage song that I was listening to today. I just picture Pete and Kitty sitting around listening to the theme songs from James Bond movies. Except for maybe the Carly Simon one. That one SUCKED)
(now that my ntoes are longer than the story itself....) enjoy this and review!)