Kitty had draped herself lazily over Peter's lap as they rested in the "Presidential" residence of Spartax. The oddness of the situation aside, the role had some perks, specifically the beautiful surroundings, peaceful libraries, luxurious baths, and the giant, plush bed that they settled on top of together.

The bed was surrounded by a tall canopy of golden gauze that rustled in the soft breeze through the open French doors (could they still be considered French doors when they were in outer space?), which overlooked the gardens below. Gamora was somewhere in the gardens, meditating, but that was the furthest thing from Peter's mind.

Kitty was pursing a book she had found in the library. While she was very well-versed in the cultures of the Shi'ar and the Ord of Breakworld, Spartax was one of the locations that she still had plenty to learn about. She had crawled into the bed with the book an hour ago, sprawling on top of Peter's lap, her hips and thighs resting in his lap, and had read. Just read. It was torture for Peter. He didn't want to bother her or interrupt her, but he had...other things he was interested in while she sat there on top of him.

He fiddled with his comm devices for a bit, playing a game of Snake on it for about a half an hour before finally giving up and giving in.

He cupped Kitty's ass gently. She looked up from her book, over her shoulder, and smiled at him. That seemed indication enough that he could continue. He squeezed her cheek slightly, resting back against the stack of pillows he had created when he settled in the bed that afternoon. His hand played against the soft fabric of her dress. Kitty had opted to wear the Spartax equivalent of a sundress that day, instead of her uniform. The floaty, space-aged fabric suited her; the seamstress in the palace had gleefully created a dress with layers of filmy yellow, blue, and pink fabric, swirling together. It was backless (much to Kitty's initial chagrin), but she liked the golden clasp necklace that made up the dress's neckline, so she decided she could bear going braless-at least the gravity on Spartax seemed lighter.

Still cupping, Peter's other hand flirted at the hemline of the dress, his nail lightly scraping against the backs of Kitty's thighs. Her skin twitched, like a cat who's neck shivers in surprise at a sudden touch, and she let out a soft, breathy sigh. His fingers inched further as she turned a page of the book. She was halfway done. Peter wondered if she was at a stopping point.

His hand fully slips under her skirt, tickling against her panties. "Are you done with the book yet?" His question holds a hint of playful lust.

"Mmmm," Kitty practically purrs, a mischievous grin curls across her lips as she tries desperately not to smile. "No, I want to finish this chapter."

Peter pouts, jutting his lower lip out in a mock puppy dog expression. "I don't like that answer." His hand resting above her dress rises and falls against her ass, spanking lightly.

This is a game they have started to play. Testing one anothers boundaries, learning where they stand, what they like, new places they can go together (though sometimes Kitty wonders how new the things they do are for Peter; then she remembers that he's almost never been in a committed relationship).

Peter admires Kitty's curiosity and adventurousness, coupled with her ultimate desire for just a pure, loving connection between the two of them. He likes that she almost always wants to end face-to-face, coming as close to together as they can. Peter's never had that before.

Kitty giggles at the spank, blushing warm already. "Is that the best you've got?"

Peter raises his eyebrows. "Hmmm, well, how bad have you been?"

Kitty marks her place in her book and cranes her neck back to look at him. "Well...I did encourage you to steal a dangerous and priceless artifact from a well-known criminal with a squad of vicious hitman at his disposal."

Peter nods approvingly, "that is pretty naughty." He raises his hand spanking her harder, two times.

"I thought you said bad, not naughty."

"Is there a difference?"

She nods, "there," he spanks her hard, "is." He spanks her again. She moans softly.

He smiles warmly. "Do tell."

"Well that was bad. It was also bad that I submitted to said dangerous and priceless artifact to gain some level of cosmic power." He spanks her three times in a row, and she squirms on his lap. "And then we let said artifact get taken away by an alien we'd never met to do God-knows-what."

He spanks her softly, "the blame for that one is certainly not yours. But you still haven't told me the difference between bad and naughty..." His hand that was resting underneath her dress snakes the fabric up over her ass to reveal her panties: lace. He loves when she wears lace panties.

He slaps her ass, seeing a blossom of pinkness in the holes between the lace. Kitty feels him growing harder beneath her hips. His hand rubs against the fabric of her underwear softly, tenderly.

"Yes, so those were all 'bad' things to do, but a 'naughty' thing...that would be like giving you head in the cockpit." He giggles at the double entendre while his dick jumps at the memory.

"That was pretty naughty." He lifts his hand and brings it crashing down against her skin, ass jiggling an earthquake in the aftermath of the hit. She lets out a long, rocky moan. "But not enough." His finger skims down the back seam of her panties, almost reaching the wet stain between her legs before stopping abruptly. She whimpers in anticipation and disappointment.

"Well, it's not just things I've done with you...it's things I want to do with you."

His hand caresses and gropes her ass, teasing down to the wetness already gushing from his pussy, never quite reaching where she wants him to touch. He traces the pattern of her panties slowly. "Do tell."

"Well," she stretches on his lap, tensing her butt playfully under his hands. "Beyond the standard stuff we usually do..."

"I wouldn't call it standard." He slaps her ass hard, her skin beginning to freckle with an imprint of the lace.

She moans warmly, "oh, it's not, but I'd also like you to tie me up."

"Tie you up?" His eyebrows raise in genuine surprise.

Kitty blushes, a little sheepish, "yeah."

He grins. "It figures a woman who can get out of anything would like to try being tied up." She blushes, embarrassed, but he caresses her behind warmly, fingers slipping down to tease at her entrance. "I can absolutely do that!"

She giggles. "Well, since you have so much experience being tied up, I trust you'll treat me well."

"I will always treat you well." One hand strokes against her clit while the other brings a hard spank down against her cheek. "Anything more?"

"Mmmm, and maybe I could dance for you..."

"Sexy dance? I like that!"

She snorts, "but while you're cuffed up."

He reddens, but grins. "You tease." He pulls her panties down, spanking her full on four times.

"And I'm sure I could come up with more naughty fun, but I'm awful distracted right now."

He nods, "I can tell." He spanks the underside of her ass before dipping his fingers directly into her, no pretense, no teasing, two fingers full in.

Kitty lets out a happy howl as his index and middle finger work inside of her, finding her spot, pinkie rubbing slowly at her swollen rosebud, while his other hand continues smacking, leaving hot red marks against her ass.

Kitty comes intensely as she shouts his name, rocking against his fingers, ass arching up as she croons. His fingers work faster, so as not to loose her peaking. He brings her to another jolting orgasm, before she flops down against his erection, spent.

She groans softly into the bed sheets, as Peter reaches to draw the gauzy curtains closed around them. He cups her ass again, softly this time, and strokes her reddened skin, soothing it.

"So that tying up thing, do you want to try that now?"

Kitty lets out a tired laugh. "Let me recuperate for a sec." Her hips grind against his. "I think it's your turn next."