Chapter Four: DAMMIT!


Monday morning. Kitty ran down the stairs to catch her ride to school. She wanted to go with Scott rather than Jean. She was afraid that Jean's power would 'slip' out of control and she'd accidentally read Kitty's mind.

And Kitty's mind was filled with the silver haired speedy right now. Well, technically he has been on her mind nonstop since their first night. She hadn't heard from him since that Saturday night at the Café. They didn't agree on anything. They didn't give each other their phone numbers, nor did they ask for it. He helped her finish with the closing, gave her a goodbye kiss and left. Then she called Logan to pick her up.

She ran to the kitchen, quickly drank a glass of juice and grabbed a muffin. Ororo was the only one in the there.
"You're a little late, Kitty."

"I know! I'm sorry! Bye!" – and with that she ran out. Scott was about to start the car when she got to the garage. Rouge, Evan and Kurt were there too. So Jean took the new recruits. Kitty was relieved. Of course she knew no one would offend her privacy by reading her mind at the Institute. Not on purpose. The Professor was okay, but Jean's power was still a little unstable. There was a chance that she'd overhear her thoughts.

At the Brotherhood. . .

Pietro was lying on his back on the couch. The others were getting ready. They were late so everyone was in a rush. Everyone except for Pietro and Lance. Pietro was never late; he got ready in a minute. Lance on the other hand was just too depressed to care.

Pietro looked at Lance. He was sitting in the armchair, watching TV. Or rather just starring at the screen. He looked devastated. Pietro felt a little guilty. Not that they were best friends or anything. But they were team mates. They fought on the same side, back to back, against anyone his father told them to. And he just laid his girl. TWICE!

Well, Kitty wasn't his girl anymore, and it's not like he loves her. It was just a fling, right? Pietro's thoughts wandered back to Kitty; for like the thousandth time since Saturday. How beautiful she looked when her hair was messy. And when she smiled at him with that naughty smile. How she smelled like blackberries and lilies. And her skin was so smooth and. . . DAMMIT! Don't go there, Maximoff! – he thought to himself. Lance would kill him if he knew what he was thinking. Not to mention his father! He didn't even want to think about what he would do to Kitty. . . No! Who cares? Pietro certainly doesn't! She's just a girl, for crying out loud! Pietro Maximoff never lets a girl under his skin! Never! Not even if she's flexible like a cat! And can be gentle and rough at the same time. And when she looks at him with those angelic eyes and - DAMMIT! – he growled mentally.

"What's wrong, dude?" – asked Toad as he entered the room. Pietro looked up and realized Lance was looking at him too with a puzzled face. He must've growled aloud.

"Nothing! Nothing's wrong! I'm just. . . what takes you guys so long?"

"Nothing. We're ready. Calm down, Pietro! Don't need to be always so impatient!" – said Wanda from the door. "Let's go!"

School went by pretty slow for both Kitty and Pietro. They had no classes together that day. The only time they met was at lunch. Pietro was sitting with the Brotherhood at their table. He kept scanning the cafeteria looking for Kitty. He couldn't stand it. He couldn't stop thinking about her, and the more he thought about her the harder it got to tell himself he didn't care. He wanted her. That was obvious by now. But he still wouldn't admit it. He told himself: I just want to kiss her. Just one more time. What's a little kiss after all we've done? Nothing! I could totally close this 'thing' down with a final kiss. Right. A closure. I'd just kiss her once more. Her beautiful, pink lips. They taste like blackberries. And I could smell her hair one last time. Just a little. I would hold her close, and she'd press her perky breasts against me and – DAMMIT!

Kitty entered the cafeteria just then. Pietro nervously sat up on his seat. She looked beautiful. She was walking with Rogue towards their usual table. Her hair was halfway-up, like last time. She was wearing dark blue skinny jeans, a dark turquoise tank top and a tiny, tight black vest. She looked smoking hot! She also wore a turquoise scarf. Pietro grinned. He knew why she was wearing it. He didn't go easy on her neck last time. Must be full with hickeies and bite marks. Suddenly he felt a kick under the table. He swallowed a yelp and turned his attention back to the table. Wanda was giving him a dude-get-yourself-together look. He realized he's been starring at Kitty with and obviously (not to mention awkward) horny expression. Lucky to him, only Wanda noticed. He gave her a thanks-and-sorry look.

Kitty noticed him too. She and Rogue sat to their usual table. The other X-men were already there. Kitty leaned back on her chair and looked over to the Brotherhood's table. She caught Pietro glancing at her briefly. She smiled when he threw her a wink. He was wearing green cargo pants and a simple, long-sleeved black shirt. Hot as usual.

This was such a bad idea. She and Pietro. Rogue was right. Kitty was into bad boys. Who's next? Sabertooth? – she thought sarcastically. She knew she should end this 'thing' between her and Pietro, but it wasn't easy. This is how this goes: Once you spot the beauty in a person, it's not easy to ignore it. And Pietro was definitely not someone to be easily ignored. He was handsome, cool, charming and most of all HOT! He had that killer smirk that made every girl weak, and when he winked at them with those sea-blue eyes their stomachs would make flip-flops. Things like this have never worked on Kitty before. So why now? She was going insane! She really was! Hitting on Magneto's son? Seriously, what was she thinking?

He looked at her again and smiled. She couldn't help but smile back. DAMMIT! – she thought. Hold back, Kitty! Hold it back! – she told herself.
He threw another smile and she automatically returned it. DAMMIT!

No, I can't give into this. . . Or maybe just one last time. NO! Get yourself together! – she mentally kicked herself. Okay, okay. Calm down. Let's do it slowly. Baby steps. First, don't think of Pietro. Just for a minute. It's simple. He's really not that great. I mean he's pretty handsome, but. . . and his body. . . his naked, lusty body. . . as he holds me tight with his strong arms and bits my neck so passionately that I thought I would – DAMMIT!

She heaved a sigh of defeat and hit her head against the table.

"Kitty, are you all right?" – asked Jean. Kitty snapped her head up. Everyone at the table were looking at her questioningly.

"Oh. Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tired."

"Maybe you should go out to the fresh air." – suggested Scott.

"Yeah, sure. Good idea. See you guys!" – she really thought it was a good idea. At least it would help to clear her head.

Pietro noticed her moving towards the doors.

"Be right back!" – he said and zipped after her.

"If you won't be back before I finish my meal I'm gonna eat yours too!" – Fred yelled after him. Pietro ignored him.

He spotted Kitty behind the gym. She was leaning against the wall, trying to relax. No one else was there.

"Hey, Baby Kitty!" – he said with his trademark grin. She smiled back. It was impossible to hold back returning his charming grin.

"'Baby Kitty'? Is that my new nickname, Pretty Pie?"

"Not bad!" – he chuckled. Then he stepped closer and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"I haven't seen you all Sunday." – The minute the words left his mouth he realized how stupid he was. Haven't seen her 'all Sunday'! 'All Sunday'!? She wasn't his girlfriend, but even if she was, freaking out about not seeing her for one day was so not smooth. So not Pietro Maximoff.
"Uh, I mean. . ."

"I know." – she cut him off. "Look, it's not easy. I'm not entirely sure what this 'thing' is between us. . . I mean I know it's not a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship. . . but what is it then? It's not good, I mean it is good, huh, awsome in fact, but it's wrong too and. . ." – she kept on talking nonsense. Pietro tried to pay attention; he knew exactly what she was trying to say, and obviously she couldn't draw it up any better than him. But his eyes quickly wandered down to her pretty lips. He remembered how it felt kissing her, and for a millisecond, his brain shut down and he went into instinct mode.

He put his hands to the sides of her face and pulled her into a passionate kiss. She forgot what she was talking about immediately and wrapped her arms around his neck. His hands were stroking her back causing her to moan. He pressed her against the wall and lifted her slightly so she could wrap her legs around his waist. They couldn't get enough of each other. They wanted to taste, touch and smell each other more and more. They even forget that they were in school.

That until they heard the bell ring. They jump apart in surprise. DAMMIT! - They both thought.

They fixed their clothes and hair and looked at each other. They knew exactly that they lost control entirely. They couldn't stop it, whatever it was.

"We should go. I don't wanna be late." – she said, trying to calm herself down so the blush would disappear from her face. She started to walk away.

"Kitty. . . " – he stopped her. He hesitated for a couple of moments. "Meet me after school! . . . In the gym." – his face was firm, but in his mind he was desperately begging: 'Say yes! Say yes! Please say yes!' He could feel his heart beating in his throat.

"Sure, Pretty Pie. Why not?" – she said. They smiled at each other warmly, and went back to school, each to their own classes.

They didn't notice the dark figure in the shadows, watching them with narrowed eyes.


Uuuh! Mysterious figure in the shadows! Whoever could that be?

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