Authours note: I am painfully aware how cliched the "forced to stay the night in eachothers company" scanario is, but come on! Its just so much fun to write! If not always plausible. Oh and, seeing as I've never mentioned it before: X-men evolution, Kitty Pryde, Lance Alvers, Rouge and Pietro Maximoff? Yeah- none of these things belong to me. Unfortunately.
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Pietro strolled through the school entrance and into the empty halls of Bayville High. He was late. He had, had a terrible nights sleep, plagued with the memory of the look on Kitty's face when he'd insulted her, and later on when she'd pulled her hand out of his reach. When he'd woken up he'd found that even his super speed wasn't enough to get him to school on time.
His best friend Lance Alvers caught up to him. Lance was always late. Partly, to keep up his reputation as school rebel but mostly because he found it difficult to do anything other than sleep in the mornings. Neither would ever admit that they liked or even respected the other, in fact in other circumstances they would probably never have even got to know eachother, but they had been pushed together by the fact that they were the only two in the brotherhood household with more than half a brain cell. And off that, they'd actually ended up liking one another's company. They had begun to be like true brothers.
"Not like you to be late Maximoff."
Pietro laughed sardonically,
"Shame I cant say the same for you."
Lance grinned and they carried on walking in silence.
"What made you like Kitty?" Pietro asked suddenly. Lance furrowed his brow, confused by the fact that Pietro hadn't referred to her as 'an X-geek' but nevertheless he answered the question almost at once.
"I guess the first thing was, that shes gorgeous and she doesn't even know it. That's so refreshing round here y'know? Then when I started spending time with her, I started noticing just how different she is to any other girls. Shes so smart, yet shes got this innocence about her that most other chicks don't have. And even though she's usually right about everything she takes the time to listen to other peoples opinions. Oh and lastly- you ever seen her dance? I mean really dance- not that ballroom crap?"
Pietro shook his head.
"If you ever see her dance, you'll know why."
"Mr Alvers, Mr Maximoff." came a shout from down the hallway.
Both boys groaned simultaneously. The Lance turned quickly to Pietro.
"You ever tell anyone, especially Kitty that I said that…" he finished on a warning note. Pietro smiled lazily and said nothing. But both knew that the conversation would never be repeated.
* * * * * *
Pietro turned up to his geography classroom to find it empty. He looked round puzzled. Then he remembered. Field trip. To go and look at rock formations or something like that. He'd signed up, simply to get out of a maths test. He sped up to the school courtyard where the bus was getting ready to depart.
Mr Jones looked at him disapprovingly "Thought we'd lost you Mr Maximoff. Not like you to be late."
Pietro rolled his eyes wondering why people kept saying that to him and got on the bus. He took a seat next to Tina…or was it Tia? Whatever- he'd dated her last year anyway and he assumed this qualified as a good enough reason to seat himself next to her. She certainly didn't seem to mind.
Suddenly he noticed a brown ponytail bobbing around near the front of the bus. Kitty-he'd failed to notice her when she got on and she was seated next to a red head Pietro recognised as Rouge.
He watched her profile as she conversed animatedly with Rouge. Rouge caught his eye and smiled apprehensively. Kitty turned to see who Rouge had smiled at. She glanced at him, then at the blonde sat next to him, raised an eyebrow sardonically as if to say 'thought you didn't date ditzy girls.' then turned away as if she hadn't even seen him and carried on her conversation with Rouge.
4 long, long hours later, they reached their destination. Mr Jones started reading out the partners he'd put them with for the trip.
Pietro (having been bored to death by Tia) felt like he'd already finished with the trip, he almost wished he'd stayed at school and gone through with the maths test. Almost. Things weren't quite that bad.
"Pietro Maximoff and….Kitty Pryde."
Actually strike that. Things were EXACTLY that bad.
* * * * * *
Kitty felt sick. Pietro. Pietro Maximoff. Great. She had hoped to be landed with someone, anyone, other than him. Before yesterday, she wouldn't have minded being paired with Pietro. In fact she had the strange feeling that she might have enjoyed it. Just a little…. But not now. Hell no.
"Be back by 5:00. We'll only wait for about 15 minutes and I'm not joking. So unless you want to be stranded here then I suggest we all synchronise watches." Mr Jones was such an army wannabe, Kitty thought morosely. He'd always been one of her favourite teachers, but after having put her with Pietro of all people, he was considerably lower on her 'people to be nice too' list.
"Hi Kitty." Pietro smiled, approaching her uncertainly.
"Lets just get this over with shall we?" Kitty growled ferociously, leading the way to the first cave on their list.
* * * * * *
Pietro was annoyed. Kitty was being such a bitch. So he'd said some things that were a little mean and probably unnecessary, but was that any reason for her to keep up this stupid wall of silence? Except…they hadn't just been a little bit mean…they'd been plain horrible -Pietro realised ashamed.
They'd spent the whole 4 hours in almost complete silence. Down a cave. Alone. It wasn't particularly pleasant. Kitty was taking notes, sketching pictures, while Pietro leant against a stalagmite (or maybe it was a stalactite…he wasn't quite sure) and twiddled his torch in his hands, whistling a tuneless melody.
"Could you stop that? Its really annoying." Kitty grimaced turning to him. Pietro stopped whistling, mainly out of shock that she'd finally spoke to him.
"Sorry- didn't realise you had any emotions." he said smiling nastily.
Kitty let out a disbelieving snort.
"Your not exactly one to talk Maximoff. Are you going to write *anything* down?"
"Why should I? Its not like I'm gonna pass geography anyway. We cant all be little brain boxes you know."
Kitty feigned thoughtfulness "Hold on for a minute…I'm sorry…I must have misheard you there…see I thought you just called me a brain box , yet last night I was a silly little valley girl. Hm. See now I'm confused." She turned back to her work.
Pietro opened his mouth to give a smart retort, but found that there was nothing he could say. She was right. As always. He was just being a dick. As always.
* * * * * *
"I cant believe you didn't check your watch!" yelled Pietro in exasperation, following Kitty who had just stumbled over a branch.
"What??? How is this my fault? You have a watch to, or had you not noticed?"
"Oh come on Pryde- you think I actually look at my watch? I have super speed- a watch isn't really a necessity."
They'd been down the caves for a long time and when Kitty had finally looked at her watch, she got a horrible sinking feeling in her stomach. 5:20pm.
She had hoped that Mr Jones had been bluffing when he'd said they'd be left there. Pietro and Kitty ran to where the coach had been. He hadn't been bluffing. Stranded. Four hours away from home. With Pietro.
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They had been wandering through fields for about 2 hours and it was starting to get dark. Kitty was getting cold and Pietro would not stop moaning. He kept talking like this was her fault and Kitty was getting more and more irritated each time he opened his mouth. How dare he? He had no right to do that, not after the way he'd treated her. But somehow she had managed to keep her mouth shut. To keep the frustration inside.
Then to top it all off, it started to rain.
"Great. Just great." Kitty said resignedly, sitting on a tree stump.
"Damn, my jersey." Pietro groaned, attempting to shelter himself under a tree.
"Pardon?" Kitty asked incredulously.
"My jersey. Do you know how much this cost?" he said gesturing to his top which was getting increasingly wet.
"I don't really care. We're stranded four hours from home, in some random fields and all you can care about is your stupid jersey?"
"Hey, you know what- its your fault we're in this situation anyway, so I'm pretty sure I have the right to care about my 'stupid jersey', thankyou very much."
At that point, the dam burst. All the pent up aggravation which had been welling up inside Kitty since the dancing lesson overflowed and she realised just how angry she was.
"Stop it! Ok, just shut your mouth for 10 seconds, Can you manage that Pietro? You think I wanna be here? Think I planned this all out? That I knew what time it was but didn't tell you in the hope that we'd get stuck out here together? Do you think I'm actually enjoying this? NEWS FLASH-I hate being lost out here just as much as you do. But I've kept my mouth shut, and listened to you complain none stop, and now I'm sick of it, ok? I'm cold and tired and wet, so just stop it with the moaning and the bitching cos its not gonna help. Let me tell you, there are a lot of places I'd like to be right now, and here? With you? Yeah-it doesn't even qualify for the top 100. And I don't care that you don't need to look at your watch, you still have one, so your just as much to blame as me, so get off my back and stop acting like this is all my fault, when its just as much yours." she finished, taking a deep breath, spinning on her heel and stalking away.
Pietro, who had been quite shocked (and maybe a little turned on) by this outburst followed silently.
* * * * * *
Luckily it was only about another half hour before they found a little cluster of lights, which turned out to be a small town. A cheap motel sat on the outskirts of the town and though it was more than a little scruffy, it was somewhere to stay.
The first thing Kitty did when she got there was phone the institute. The professor hadn't tried to contact her, as the bus from school wasn't even back yet. He told her not to worry, and then spoke to the motel manager, telling him that he would be paid in the morning.
Unfortunately, only one room was available.
"You kids are real lucky. Nicest room in the place- honeymoon suite." the motel owner leered at them, showing off rows of horrible, yellowing teeth.
Kitty swore under her breath and glowered at Pietro.
"You think I'm happy about this situation?" he asked glaring back.
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Oh my goodness. This was Kittys first thought as she entered the room. If this is what the best room in the place was like, she couldn't bear to think what the others were like. A creaky looking bed took pride of place in the centre of the room, a chest of drawers stood in one corner and a miniscule couch in the other. The bathroom was little more than a cupboard with a squashed together sink, toilet and shower.
"Wow, it's really the Ritz." Pietro said sarcastically, throwing himself onto the couch, the bottom of which promptly sank to the floor under his weight. "Nice couch."
Kitty didn't bother responding just looked around her despondently.
"At least we'll save time." Pietro commented flatly, gesturing to the bathroom, "Look, I reckon you could sit on the toilet, clean your teeth and stick your feet in the shower all at the same time."
Kitty got up and headed towards the door.
"Where you going? You better not be leaving me alone in this hell hole." he said hurriedly.
"Unfortunately no. Though the thought had crossed my mind. I'm going for a walk."
"In the rain?"
Kitty slammed the door shut behind her in reply.
"Apparently so." Pietro replied to himself dejectedly.
* * * * * *
Kitty was returning back to the room. She'd only been out for about 20 minutes, it had still been raining hard so she'd had to content herself with walking round the motel. Twice. She opened the door to see Pietro lying on the bed staring up at the celing. He heard come in but didn't sit up.
"Miss Pryde! Welcome to my humble abode. I'd offer you something from the mini bar but there doesn't seem to be one. As the couch isn't very reliable, you'll have to pull up a chair, oh no, but wait! There is no chair. Well please make full use of the waste paper basket. Oh, and I'd show you the light, but its burnt out."
Kitty ignored him and walked into the bathroom. Pietro used it after her and came out to see her climbing into bed. He started to do the same.
"What do you think your doing?" Kitty asked staring at him hard.
"Um…getting into bed?"
"Don't think so Maximoff. That's your bed." she said pointing to the couch.
He stared at her in disbelief
"You know what? Fine. Have it your way Pryde." he couldn't be bothered arguing anymore. He was to tired. He went to grab the blanket off the bed but Kitty grabbed the other end quickly.
"How is this fair? You get the bed AND the blanket? I get what? A dodgy couch?"
"That's correct Maximoff."
Both stared defiantly at eachother refusing to let go of the blanket. Kitty kneeling on the bed and Pietro standing squarely on the floor.
"Give it up Pryde." he said tugging on the blanket. She jerked it back.
"Whatever Pietro."
"Let go." he tugged a little harder, but still Kitty held on.
"Gerroff." she growled pulling it back causing Pietro to stumble slightly.
"Give….me…the…blanket." his voice getting louder and louder. He yanked it clean off the bed, Kitty tumbled and fell on the floor taking him with her.
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Pietro found himself breathing heavily, staring into her clear, innocent eyes. Her hair was partially coming down from its pony tail, still a little damp from the rain. He stayed perfectly still, fearing that if he moved then so would she, and he rather liked this position they were in. She was on her knees but was still leaning over him, her lightly flushed face close to his.
She stared down at him, mesmerized. He was beautiful. How could she not have seen it before? She didn't mean good-looking. She'd always known that he was good-looking, it was impossible not to. No, she meant beautiful. Right from his silvery (and right now a little messy) hair to his slim, toned body. She felt like a rabbit trapped in headlights. Amazing, sexy, azure headlights.
He brushed a piece of her hair away from where it was hang over one eye. When he'd tucked it gently behind her ear his hand still didn't leave her face. He traced a soft line across her cheekbone making her shiver with pleasure. His touch was so soft…so….nice. Like he was scared to hurt her. Which was ironic- thought Kitty- he'd done enough to hurt her before. But these thoughts didn't stop her from closing her eyes and leaning slowly towards Pietro's lips. Just as his thoughts didn't stop him from doing the same.
Their lips brushed together. It was just a moment. But in that moment, Pietro felt all the things that people say your supposed to feel in a kiss. You know, fireworks, a bolt of electricity, all that crap. He'd never had that before, and god only knew how many kisses he'd had.
Unfortunately this connection had somehow managed to jolt Kitty out of her trance and she jumped away from him quickly and scrambled hurriedly into bed, turning so her back was to him.
Pietro let out a breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding in and sprawled out on the floor. What had he done wrong? Man, this girl was a head case.
* * * * * *
Pietro had been lightly dozing for about half and hour. He couldn't sleep properly, he had long ago decided that this was possibly the most uncomfortable couch in the world. Suddenly a small shake woke him up from his sleep.
"Pietro." A voice whispered softly, "Pietro- umm…you can sleep in the bed if you want."
Pietro smiled even though she couldn't see him, he had his back to her.
"What made you change your mind?"
She made an aggravated noise and pulled him up by the hand, led him to the bed got in herself and waited to see if he would follow suit. He didn't even hesitate.
"Thanks Pryde." he whispered. But he had a feeling she was already asleep.
* * * * * *
Pietro strolled through the school entrance and into the empty halls of Bayville High. He was late. He had, had a terrible nights sleep, plagued with the memory of the look on Kitty's face when he'd insulted her, and later on when she'd pulled her hand out of his reach. When he'd woken up he'd found that even his super speed wasn't enough to get him to school on time.
His best friend Lance Alvers caught up to him. Lance was always late. Partly, to keep up his reputation as school rebel but mostly because he found it difficult to do anything other than sleep in the mornings. Neither would ever admit that they liked or even respected the other, in fact in other circumstances they would probably never have even got to know eachother, but they had been pushed together by the fact that they were the only two in the brotherhood household with more than half a brain cell. And off that, they'd actually ended up liking one another's company. They had begun to be like true brothers.
"Not like you to be late Maximoff."
Pietro laughed sardonically,
"Shame I cant say the same for you."
Lance grinned and they carried on walking in silence.
"What made you like Kitty?" Pietro asked suddenly. Lance furrowed his brow, confused by the fact that Pietro hadn't referred to her as 'an X-geek' but nevertheless he answered the question almost at once.
"I guess the first thing was, that shes gorgeous and she doesn't even know it. That's so refreshing round here y'know? Then when I started spending time with her, I started noticing just how different she is to any other girls. Shes so smart, yet shes got this innocence about her that most other chicks don't have. And even though she's usually right about everything she takes the time to listen to other peoples opinions. Oh and lastly- you ever seen her dance? I mean really dance- not that ballroom crap?"
Pietro shook his head.
"If you ever see her dance, you'll know why."
"Mr Alvers, Mr Maximoff." came a shout from down the hallway.
Both boys groaned simultaneously. The Lance turned quickly to Pietro.
"You ever tell anyone, especially Kitty that I said that…" he finished on a warning note. Pietro smiled lazily and said nothing. But both knew that the conversation would never be repeated.
* * * * * *
Pietro turned up to his geography classroom to find it empty. He looked round puzzled. Then he remembered. Field trip. To go and look at rock formations or something like that. He'd signed up, simply to get out of a maths test. He sped up to the school courtyard where the bus was getting ready to depart.
Mr Jones looked at him disapprovingly "Thought we'd lost you Mr Maximoff. Not like you to be late."
Pietro rolled his eyes wondering why people kept saying that to him and got on the bus. He took a seat next to Tina…or was it Tia? Whatever- he'd dated her last year anyway and he assumed this qualified as a good enough reason to seat himself next to her. She certainly didn't seem to mind.
Suddenly he noticed a brown ponytail bobbing around near the front of the bus. Kitty-he'd failed to notice her when she got on and she was seated next to a red head Pietro recognised as Rouge.
He watched her profile as she conversed animatedly with Rouge. Rouge caught his eye and smiled apprehensively. Kitty turned to see who Rouge had smiled at. She glanced at him, then at the blonde sat next to him, raised an eyebrow sardonically as if to say 'thought you didn't date ditzy girls.' then turned away as if she hadn't even seen him and carried on her conversation with Rouge.
4 long, long hours later, they reached their destination. Mr Jones started reading out the partners he'd put them with for the trip.
Pietro (having been bored to death by Tia) felt like he'd already finished with the trip, he almost wished he'd stayed at school and gone through with the maths test. Almost. Things weren't quite that bad.
"Pietro Maximoff and….Kitty Pryde."
Actually strike that. Things were EXACTLY that bad.
* * * * * *
Kitty felt sick. Pietro. Pietro Maximoff. Great. She had hoped to be landed with someone, anyone, other than him. Before yesterday, she wouldn't have minded being paired with Pietro. In fact she had the strange feeling that she might have enjoyed it. Just a little…. But not now. Hell no.
"Be back by 5:00. We'll only wait for about 15 minutes and I'm not joking. So unless you want to be stranded here then I suggest we all synchronise watches." Mr Jones was such an army wannabe, Kitty thought morosely. He'd always been one of her favourite teachers, but after having put her with Pietro of all people, he was considerably lower on her 'people to be nice too' list.
"Hi Kitty." Pietro smiled, approaching her uncertainly.
"Lets just get this over with shall we?" Kitty growled ferociously, leading the way to the first cave on their list.
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Pietro was annoyed. Kitty was being such a bitch. So he'd said some things that were a little mean and probably unnecessary, but was that any reason for her to keep up this stupid wall of silence? Except…they hadn't just been a little bit mean…they'd been plain horrible -Pietro realised ashamed.
They'd spent the whole 4 hours in almost complete silence. Down a cave. Alone. It wasn't particularly pleasant. Kitty was taking notes, sketching pictures, while Pietro leant against a stalagmite (or maybe it was a stalactite…he wasn't quite sure) and twiddled his torch in his hands, whistling a tuneless melody.
"Could you stop that? Its really annoying." Kitty grimaced turning to him. Pietro stopped whistling, mainly out of shock that she'd finally spoke to him.
"Sorry- didn't realise you had any emotions." he said smiling nastily.
Kitty let out a disbelieving snort.
"Your not exactly one to talk Maximoff. Are you going to write *anything* down?"
"Why should I? Its not like I'm gonna pass geography anyway. We cant all be little brain boxes you know."
Kitty feigned thoughtfulness "Hold on for a minute…I'm sorry…I must have misheard you there…see I thought you just called me a brain box , yet last night I was a silly little valley girl. Hm. See now I'm confused." She turned back to her work.
Pietro opened his mouth to give a smart retort, but found that there was nothing he could say. She was right. As always. He was just being a dick. As always.
* * * * * *
"I cant believe you didn't check your watch!" yelled Pietro in exasperation, following Kitty who had just stumbled over a branch.
"What??? How is this my fault? You have a watch to, or had you not noticed?"
"Oh come on Pryde- you think I actually look at my watch? I have super speed- a watch isn't really a necessity."
They'd been down the caves for a long time and when Kitty had finally looked at her watch, she got a horrible sinking feeling in her stomach. 5:20pm.
She had hoped that Mr Jones had been bluffing when he'd said they'd be left there. Pietro and Kitty ran to where the coach had been. He hadn't been bluffing. Stranded. Four hours away from home. With Pietro.
* * * * * *
They had been wandering through fields for about 2 hours and it was starting to get dark. Kitty was getting cold and Pietro would not stop moaning. He kept talking like this was her fault and Kitty was getting more and more irritated each time he opened his mouth. How dare he? He had no right to do that, not after the way he'd treated her. But somehow she had managed to keep her mouth shut. To keep the frustration inside.
Then to top it all off, it started to rain.
"Great. Just great." Kitty said resignedly, sitting on a tree stump.
"Damn, my jersey." Pietro groaned, attempting to shelter himself under a tree.
"Pardon?" Kitty asked incredulously.
"My jersey. Do you know how much this cost?" he said gesturing to his top which was getting increasingly wet.
"I don't really care. We're stranded four hours from home, in some random fields and all you can care about is your stupid jersey?"
"Hey, you know what- its your fault we're in this situation anyway, so I'm pretty sure I have the right to care about my 'stupid jersey', thankyou very much."
At that point, the dam burst. All the pent up aggravation which had been welling up inside Kitty since the dancing lesson overflowed and she realised just how angry she was.
"Stop it! Ok, just shut your mouth for 10 seconds, Can you manage that Pietro? You think I wanna be here? Think I planned this all out? That I knew what time it was but didn't tell you in the hope that we'd get stuck out here together? Do you think I'm actually enjoying this? NEWS FLASH-I hate being lost out here just as much as you do. But I've kept my mouth shut, and listened to you complain none stop, and now I'm sick of it, ok? I'm cold and tired and wet, so just stop it with the moaning and the bitching cos its not gonna help. Let me tell you, there are a lot of places I'd like to be right now, and here? With you? Yeah-it doesn't even qualify for the top 100. And I don't care that you don't need to look at your watch, you still have one, so your just as much to blame as me, so get off my back and stop acting like this is all my fault, when its just as much yours." she finished, taking a deep breath, spinning on her heel and stalking away.
Pietro, who had been quite shocked (and maybe a little turned on) by this outburst followed silently.
* * * * * *
Luckily it was only about another half hour before they found a little cluster of lights, which turned out to be a small town. A cheap motel sat on the outskirts of the town and though it was more than a little scruffy, it was somewhere to stay.
The first thing Kitty did when she got there was phone the institute. The professor hadn't tried to contact her, as the bus from school wasn't even back yet. He told her not to worry, and then spoke to the motel manager, telling him that he would be paid in the morning.
Unfortunately, only one room was available.
"You kids are real lucky. Nicest room in the place- honeymoon suite." the motel owner leered at them, showing off rows of horrible, yellowing teeth.
Kitty swore under her breath and glowered at Pietro.
"You think I'm happy about this situation?" he asked glaring back.
* * * * * *
Oh my goodness. This was Kittys first thought as she entered the room. If this is what the best room in the place was like, she couldn't bear to think what the others were like. A creaky looking bed took pride of place in the centre of the room, a chest of drawers stood in one corner and a miniscule couch in the other. The bathroom was little more than a cupboard with a squashed together sink, toilet and shower.
"Wow, it's really the Ritz." Pietro said sarcastically, throwing himself onto the couch, the bottom of which promptly sank to the floor under his weight. "Nice couch."
Kitty didn't bother responding just looked around her despondently.
"At least we'll save time." Pietro commented flatly, gesturing to the bathroom, "Look, I reckon you could sit on the toilet, clean your teeth and stick your feet in the shower all at the same time."
Kitty got up and headed towards the door.
"Where you going? You better not be leaving me alone in this hell hole." he said hurriedly.
"Unfortunately no. Though the thought had crossed my mind. I'm going for a walk."
"In the rain?"
Kitty slammed the door shut behind her in reply.
"Apparently so." Pietro replied to himself dejectedly.
* * * * * *
Kitty was returning back to the room. She'd only been out for about 20 minutes, it had still been raining hard so she'd had to content herself with walking round the motel. Twice. She opened the door to see Pietro lying on the bed staring up at the celing. He heard come in but didn't sit up.
"Miss Pryde! Welcome to my humble abode. I'd offer you something from the mini bar but there doesn't seem to be one. As the couch isn't very reliable, you'll have to pull up a chair, oh no, but wait! There is no chair. Well please make full use of the waste paper basket. Oh, and I'd show you the light, but its burnt out."
Kitty ignored him and walked into the bathroom. Pietro used it after her and came out to see her climbing into bed. He started to do the same.
"What do you think your doing?" Kitty asked staring at him hard.
"Um…getting into bed?"
"Don't think so Maximoff. That's your bed." she said pointing to the couch.
He stared at her in disbelief
"You know what? Fine. Have it your way Pryde." he couldn't be bothered arguing anymore. He was to tired. He went to grab the blanket off the bed but Kitty grabbed the other end quickly.
"How is this fair? You get the bed AND the blanket? I get what? A dodgy couch?"
"That's correct Maximoff."
Both stared defiantly at eachother refusing to let go of the blanket. Kitty kneeling on the bed and Pietro standing squarely on the floor.
"Give it up Pryde." he said tugging on the blanket. She jerked it back.
"Whatever Pietro."
"Let go." he tugged a little harder, but still Kitty held on.
"Gerroff." she growled pulling it back causing Pietro to stumble slightly.
"Give….me…the…blanket." his voice getting louder and louder. He yanked it clean off the bed, Kitty tumbled and fell on the floor taking him with her.
* * * * * *
Pietro found himself breathing heavily, staring into her clear, innocent eyes. Her hair was partially coming down from its pony tail, still a little damp from the rain. He stayed perfectly still, fearing that if he moved then so would she, and he rather liked this position they were in. She was on her knees but was still leaning over him, her lightly flushed face close to his.
She stared down at him, mesmerized. He was beautiful. How could she not have seen it before? She didn't mean good-looking. She'd always known that he was good-looking, it was impossible not to. No, she meant beautiful. Right from his silvery (and right now a little messy) hair to his slim, toned body. She felt like a rabbit trapped in headlights. Amazing, sexy, azure headlights.
He brushed a piece of her hair away from where it was hang over one eye. When he'd tucked it gently behind her ear his hand still didn't leave her face. He traced a soft line across her cheekbone making her shiver with pleasure. His touch was so soft…so….nice. Like he was scared to hurt her. Which was ironic- thought Kitty- he'd done enough to hurt her before. But these thoughts didn't stop her from closing her eyes and leaning slowly towards Pietro's lips. Just as his thoughts didn't stop him from doing the same.
Their lips brushed together. It was just a moment. But in that moment, Pietro felt all the things that people say your supposed to feel in a kiss. You know, fireworks, a bolt of electricity, all that crap. He'd never had that before, and god only knew how many kisses he'd had.
Unfortunately this connection had somehow managed to jolt Kitty out of her trance and she jumped away from him quickly and scrambled hurriedly into bed, turning so her back was to him.
Pietro let out a breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding in and sprawled out on the floor. What had he done wrong? Man, this girl was a head case.
* * * * * *
Pietro had been lightly dozing for about half and hour. He couldn't sleep properly, he had long ago decided that this was possibly the most uncomfortable couch in the world. Suddenly a small shake woke him up from his sleep.
"Pietro." A voice whispered softly, "Pietro- umm…you can sleep in the bed if you want."
Pietro smiled even though she couldn't see him, he had his back to her.
"What made you change your mind?"
She made an aggravated noise and pulled him up by the hand, led him to the bed got in herself and waited to see if he would follow suit. He didn't even hesitate.
"Thanks Pryde." he whispered. But he had a feeling she was already asleep.