An Artist's Drama

by Starsinger

I really suck at naming chapters. Peter is attacked by the Brotherhood while date with Angelica. It's up to Kitty and the rest of the team to convince the Moorlocks to help while the force Kitty to keep a promise. This is a bit smutty, but, I rarely do things without a reason, so just trust me. No, still don't own them.

Kitty walked into Peter's studio wearing a robe, and a bit of trepidation. When Peter asked her to do this, Angelica immediately volunteered to be there for propriety's sake. Ororo, while not certain it should happen, also said she'd be there. Kitty couldn't help but wish she didn't have an audience. So, she entered the well lit room and approached the couch Peter motioned her to. She took hold of the ties on her robe and pulled them open. This was the first man that she let see her naked since her Dad changed her diapers. She dropped the robe and faced him.

Cognizant of the recent past, Peter asked Storm to help him arrange her the way he wanted her once she was reclining on the couch. He kept his hands to her arms, lower legs, and tilting her head just so. Kitty laughed, "Now I know how Rose felt in Titanic!"

Chuckles rounded the room as Peter took out his sketchbook. This was the first of several poses he wanted from Kitty. Fortunately, he was able to sketch them quickly. The room turned cool in the late afternoon and while Kitty wasn't shivering, goose bumps had appeared and her nipples had started to pucker. She also admitted that the stool that he put her on for the final pose, one of her backside, was getting uncomfortable.

Kitty replaced the robe and exited the room with the others only to find Logan pacing outside. "The Russkie didn't do anything, did he?" he growled.

Ororo stopped and stared, "Like what, Logan. What would he have done with me and Angelica there? Angel, Kitten, Peter are you hungry?"

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Kitty lay half naked on the bed. She lay on her stomach with Doug on top giving her a massage on her bare shoulders. The robe she used the previous day to pose for Peter covered her bottom half. Doug wore shorts. They had taken to doing this when everyone was away from the mansion. They'd get their work done and just relax and play a little. It hadn't gone beyond some heavy petting, but Doug was trying to be gentle with her.

Doug rolled her over and looked at her. Kitty's first reaction when they started this was to reach for the towel and cover herself up. This time she looked up at him through lazily lidded eyes. They had both passed their sixteenth birthdays without much too much trauma. Her breasts were beautiful, granted, the only other ones he'd seen were in sneak peeks at his dad's Playboys, and guilty looks into the girls' locker room. He lay down next to her and felt her snuggle up to him. There were some advantages to being a virgin, he thought.

She laughed, "I wonder how Angelica and Peter's date is going."

Doug kissed her forehead. She pushed herself up, "The longer we wait, the less work I'm getting done on that paper."

"Why are you taking a psychiatry course?" he asked as she shook out her robe before pulling it on. "You don't have to put it on."

"What if someone came home? Neither of us is exactly dressed."

Doug sighed the truth of it, she compromised by leaving the robe open as she sat down on the chair, typing away at the computer. Every bedroom contained two beds, a table and chairs, and other various and sundry furniture you would find in a bedroom. Another hour saw the project done and Kitty heading for the bed again. She lay down on her back and sighed, putting her folded hands behind her head. He grinned at her. "You're not helping my case," he laughed."

She pushed herself up on her elbows, "What?" Her eyes traveled down to his shorts where her attitude was making an impression. "Take them off."

"Only if you take off the robe," he retorted. A sad light flashed through her eyes before her hands went to the front of her robe and she shrugged it off. They'd played this game before as he stood and slid his shorts off. He climbed back onto the bed with her. She reached tentative fingers down and touched his manhood. It jerked and moved as he groaned; she had never gotten this bold before. The petting and playing became hot and heavy as her hand closed around his shaft and caressed it. Unused to the attention he came all over her hand soon after. She brought her hand up to her mouth and tasted it. "Kitty, don't you think this is a little soon?"

Kitty leaned up and kissed him, "No, I don't. I'm choosing the time and place of this action, I don't want anyone choosing it for me. He rolled her over onto her back and took her left breast in his hand, playing with the nipple. He bent down and suckled as she moaned, his other hand traveled between her legs, touching it for the first time himself. She moaned as he discovered that it was very sensitive. She was soon very wet as he stopped, he pulled out of the daze long enough to reach over into Roberto's drawer and pull out a foil wrapper. He wasn't taking any chances. After a lot of fumbling, he put it on and settled between her legs.

"This is my first time too," he murmured as he kissed her, her mouth opening to him for the first time as he pressed his way in. It went faster than he expected as his manhood all the way in, pushing through the barrier that he knew would be there. Kitty's hands pressed over her mouth, muffling the cry of pain that escaped. That quickly turned to moans as they figured out a rhythm that was good for both of them. It didn't last long, but they were both satisfied as they climaxed together. Doug rolled to the side, having enough presence of mind to remove the condom before pulling her into his arms. "Thank you," he said before falling asleep. An hour later they were awakened by a frantic Angelica calling her name.

Kitty got up, grabbed her stuff, and ran for the wall. She didn't want to get caught like this. Doug washed off and quickly got dressed heading down stairs. "Angel, it's Doug. What's wrong? Where's Peter?"

"He's been hurt!"

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Kitty, Doug, and Angelica looked at Peter. It looked like he had been melted to the roof of the building on which they stood, "Pyro," Kitty muttered. She snapped open her phone, "Scott, meet me in town, we've got a serious situation."

Scott arrived minutes later along with the rest of the team. Angelica was crying on Doug's shoulder as everyone looked it over. "We need to get in touch with Moira and Hank," Scott said. "I don't have a clue as to handle this."

They headed back to the mansion and Ilyana turned around, "Anyone seen Kitty?"

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Days later no one had seen her. A body had turned up in the morgue that had looked like Kitty. Logan said it didn't smell like her. "Moorlocks," Storm growled. The Moorlocks were a group of mutants that lived in the city's sewers. Their mutations tended to be obvious enough to require hiding. Their leader, Callisto, had spiky hair and a patch over one eye. One of them had the power to change the appearance of anyone. "Last time we met with them, Kitty had promised to marry Caliban, a large, white skinned mutant with a gentle heart, if they helped them. My guess is that they've decided to take this matter into their own hands."

Moira looked up, "I hate to say this, but we need that one's help. He could reform Peter's body long enough to get him healed."

Logan growled, "Let's go."

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They interrupted the wedding; Callisto thought that was rather rude. Kitty's befuddled mind took in all the information, including her forgotten promise. She sighed, "Caliban, I'm sorry I forgot. Help us and I'll be back to keep my promise in two days."

"She's lied to you once, why should we trust her now?" Callisto growled.

"It's up to you, Caliban, but my friend will die if we don't do something."

Caliban nodded as they headed up to the roof once more. Their actions put Peter well onto the way of healing. The next day Kitty picked up her rucksack and started packing. Moira came in, "This shot will prevent you from getting pregnant for a year. I'm going to miss ye."

Kitty hugged the older woman, thankful for the precautions that she took for her. She promised to try and return in a year for another shot. Ilyana eyes filled with tears as they trudged toward Kitty's new home. "Here," Kitty said, giving Ilyana three letters. "This one is for my parents, this one for Peter explaining everything, and this is for Scott. It recommends Sam as my replacement."

Ilyana's eyes filled with tears as she saw her friend retreat underground. She turned back toward the mansion in sorrow. The next morning she awoke to find Kitty coming back in, "Caliban released me from my promise. We, umm, well we slept together. He said he was satisfied with that."

"I bet," Ilyana said, hugging her. The rest of the mansion welcomed her home with welcome arms.

The Beyonder rears his ugly head in the next chapter.