NOTE: Originally written as a drabble on one of our blogs.

"We could kiss right now, and no one would know."

It's so stupid and necessary but the simple fact is that no matter their responsibilities, no matter what's
happened to them, they're both still young and the idea of sneaking around, of stealing kisses when no one else is looking, of finding the nearest janitor closet to make out in is exciting and Kitty's suggestion has an unmistakably devious grin stretching across the sorceress' lips.

Blue eyes flick to the open door of her classroom, then back to her girlfriend. Her fingers hook into the belt loops of Shadowcat's jeans and she tugs their bodies closer even as she guides the other woman back against her desk. One hand lifts to cup around the back of her lover's neck to pull her in and the blonde's lips first seize Kitty's lower one in a kiss that's light but short and as she pulls away slowly, her teeth rake over it just the way she knows she likes it. Before she's separated their mouths any more than mere centimeters apart, she's going in for another—this one is deep and gentle and passionate, her nails dragging across Kitty's skin from the back of her neck to the side, then around to the front where she splays her fingers against her chest.

It occurs to her that the 'kiss' that Kitty had been talking about might have been a quick peck, maybe one that lasted a little longer instead of this, but she's not protesting it and the soft, approving sounds she's making against her mouth only encourage her further. Between that and her best friend's hands on her sides, fingers pressed into her skin and her hips pushing against her own, there's not a single part of her that wants to pull away.

Besides —– what's the worst that can happen?