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Peter Wisdom was breathing heavily; sweat glistening on his bare chest as he lay next to Kitty Pride. He smiled over at her and kissed her cheek. They'd just finished up one of their fabulous love making sessions and Peter was happy. But, Peter being Peter he wanted to try something a little different. "Next time...you have got to wear that little leather outfit you have." He loved seeing her in it, it teased him. The way the leather hugged to her every curve, hinting at what was beneath but hiding it from view...he really wanted a chance to peel it away from her and have at his prize.
Kitty lay back against the bed, panting. Ever since yesterday when they admitted they loved each other, making love to him had been so different. Maybe it was the fact that they'd done it seven times in a row and at the first hint of sunshine he'd picked up right where he left off last night; but something had definitely changed. Laughing, she just rolled her eyes, "I don't want you ripping it off of me like you keep doing my bras. Peter, I keep telling you they clasp in the front! And still you rip them off in the back...not that I mind, it's just that bras aren't cheap, mister." Smirking, she rolled over and placed her head on his chest. Yawning, she was startled when his computer began to make an odd buzzing noise. "What is that?"
Peter chuckled at her remark on the bras. "Well it's not natural. You bloody Americans and your front access bras. It's not my fault I'm used to them clasping in the back." He wrapped an arm around her and held her close while she rested on him. As the beeping noise started Peter sat up. There was only one reason for that sound, especially coming out of his computer. Peter bounded out of the bed naked and flopped down in the chair he used for working. His fingers were a flurry of motion as he began reading the report that came up on his screen. They got him...the fool had slipped up, and now they could get him. Turning to Kitty, Peter smiled. "Morph slipped up. Since we haven't used my real name, not even when visiting Romany, he never realized I was in the country. He wasn't smart enough to think I'd come back." He turned the screen to show the announcement he'd just gotten. "Peter Wisdom is holding an open house at his new estate in Kent." His smile became mischievous, "I think we should welcome him to the neighborhood."
Watching him jump out of bed made her laugh; he looked so silly bare assed and running across the room like an Olympic hurdler. Sitting up, she pulled the silk sheet to her body as she watched him fiddle with the computer for a minute. When he spoke, she gave her own wicked little smirk, "Should I bring a bottle of merlot or just the corkscrew?" Laughing, she gave him a wink, "Maybe I'll wear the cat suit to the opening. I know Peter Wisdom would love that."
Peter grinned at her and shook his head. "The corkscrew should be plenty for Mr. Wisdom." He'd let her have a go at using the corkscrew on Morph, just to see the man's reaction at being screwed. Of course her next comment made Peter jump from the chair and rush over to pounce on her. He pinned her down by straddling her body and holding her wrists. "Now, now, if you do that, I'm sure he'll enjoy it...but Mr. Willow will be jealous. We wouldn't want to make him jealous, would we Mrs. Willow?" He lowered his body down a bit and caught one of her nipples in his mouth as he finished speaking, to tease her a bit for that leather outfit comment.
Kitty had been teasing him gently; she hadn't expected him to literally jump on her. Falling back onto the bed, she let out a bark of laughter that was replaced with a gasp as his mouth latched onto her nipple. Arching back, she gripped his back tightly, "Oh no, Mr. Willow, I would never do anything of the kind. All of this," She ran a hand up her body tantalizingly, "Is for you." Rolling him over so she was on top, she kissed him hard on the mouth. "Or if you wish, go ahead and punish me, husband."
Peter grinned up at her from his new position on his back and ran his hands along her sides. "Maybe I will." His right hand came to rest on his bum and he gave it a light slap. "Or...maybe I'll just make you scream my name again and make any thoughts you might have entertained go away." He leaned up, capturing her lips once more with his own. His hands roamed over his body while he probed her mouth with his tongue, running it along the length of her own. Breaking the kiss, Peter lay back and smiled. "Never let it be said I am an unjust task master...I shall leave it up to you whether you are punished...or made to moan..."
Barking with laughter as he slapped her bottom lightly, she rolled her hips against him to tease. "Oh please, Mr. Willow make me scream for you." Although she couldn't deny that she was feeling really sore after last night's marathon. With a heavy sigh, she looked deep into his eyes, "How do you have anything left, Peter? I swear we've been going at it like dogs in heat since last week...you've got to be tired and I'm getting sore." Chuckling again, she leaned up and kissed him. "How about we rest up for now and then maybe tonight we can have a romantic dinner and finish what we started here." Winking, she smiled again, "We have to make the most of our honeymoon after all."
Peter grinned at her and smiled. "It's all that training I underwent. It heightened my stamina. I can go for weeks on nothing but adrenaline as long as I have food and water. Sleep means very little to me unless I'm hurt or sick." With a shrug he wrapped his arms around Kitty and pulled her against his body, enjoying the feel of her soft curves on his skin. "I'm surprised you never realized it. You show signs of it too. Do you really think any normal girl who frequents malls and goes clubbing in her free time would be able to go at it as much as we did last night? I don't think so."
"I think any girl in her right mind would've stopped after four times...we went for seven rounds, Peter. I don't even train that hard for a mission!" Resting her head on his shoulder, she let one arm wrap around him and the other rest on her bare belly. "Today is really the day, huh. We're going to get Morph and make sure he pays for everything...we'll get your money back and finally be able to go home." Turning her hair, she sighed, "But I'm really going to miss Mr. and Mrs. Willow."
Peter grinned and kissed her cheeks. "Yeah, that's true...but then again, training can sometimes be a chore. This," He ran a hand over her breasts, "Is all pleasure. So, naturally, we work harder at it." When she mentioned Morph, Peter nodded solemnly. He hadn't seen the man in a very long time, and he'd been tough to take down then. With nothing to do but stare at a wall all day or practice his moves, Peter was certain that Morph was not going to be a slouch. This would not be easy, and he was worried about Kitty's safety. This was not like her X-Men Danger Room where it was only out to hurt you. No, this was the real deal, you could die out here. Snapping out of those thoughts, Peter grinned and kissed Kitty again. "I'll miss 'em too. But, I'll like Mr. and Mrs. Wisdom even more." He had even realized he'd said it until the words left his mouth.
Kitty shivered as his fingers ran gently over her breasts. She captured his mouth briefly before resting against him again, "You're right, it is all pleasure...and who knows, maybe I'll even lose a few pounds from all the exercise!" It wasn't as if she needed to lose anything, she was a slim girl as it was; but still, no one could possibly work that hard and not lose some weight or build muscle. Her breath hitched, "Peter...a-are you asking me to marry you?"
Peter's eyes widened at the implication of what he'd said. The words had just popped out…and he hadn't realized them until just that moment. The look on her face was unreadable to him. Was it shock at being asked and wanting it? Or was she repulsed by the idea? How would he answer her? "I-I uh…" Peter Wisdom was rarely at a loss for words, but right now, they seemed to fail. "I'm not sure if we're ready for that just yet. Unless you are?" If she thought they were ready, then he'd go for it without a second thought. They'd have to get Romany or he'd never hear the end of it, but he'd do it.
Blushing a thousand shades of red, Kitty turned over in bed, sitting up. "I didn't mean that..." she said softly, trying not to let her emotions get the better of her. "Of course it's too soon, we've only known each other a couple of months." How could she be so stupid? He was just making a joke and she took it too far. "I'm going to take a shower," Standing up from the bed she stalked over to the closet and began rifling through her bag. God, how humiliating!
Peter watched Kitty roll away. He could see something on her face...embarrassment, maybe disappointment? She had wanted to and he'd made her second guess herself...maybe. It was so hard to judge the emotions of a woman by their face. One look could hold a thousand meanings. Not like guys where one face held two at the most. When she started rifling through her bag, Peter got up and walked over to her. With one hand he grabbed her arm and spun her to face him. Then pushing his body against hers, he pushed her up against the wall and captured her lips once more. "Hey," He started when he broke the kiss, "Just because I'm insecure doesn't mean you have to be, too. If you think you're ready…that we're ready...then I'd love nothing more than to make an honest woman out of you. We've already said we love each other. What more is a ring to seal the deal and show the whole world? If you want it, then it's yours."
A second after she grabbed an outfit off the hanger, he grabbed her roughly and pulled her to his body. The clothes she'd been holding fell to the floor as she pressed against his body, kissing him with every ounce of her strength and love. "Peter, I don't want you to say you'll marry me because you think I'm forcing you. I'm not pushing; I'm not saying a thing...because if we got married and you weren't ready, you'd end up hating me. Marriage isn't a hostile takeover; it's a partnership, Peter..." Pushing him away just enough so she could pick up her clothes and move into the bathroom, she stopped at the door. "I love you too much to force you."
Peter grinned and nodded. "If I felt I was being forced, do you think I'd have stuck around? I'd have been out that door before you could say 'bangers and mash'. Even if I was naked…I hate feeling cornered." He approached her one more time, holding her chin in his right hand. "We've been living like we're married since we got here, and I enjoy it immensely. Mostly because it's you I'm with. If this is what I have to expect out of marriage, then sign me up. The hard times couldn't possibly be as bad as when we first met, and I could handle it if they were." He kissed her gently and then gave her bum a light pat. "Now get in that shower so I can take you after I get the details about 'Mr. Wisdom's' party. We can talk about this once we're clean."
Kitty felt better when he explained himself, "I like playing married with you too but...I don't really know what married life would really be like. Except we'd live together, share everything, and file joint taxes." Giggling, she gave him one more kiss before she moved to close the bathroom door, "We don't have to decide today if we want to spend the rest of our lives together. It would be smarter to see how we deal with things once we're not thrown in such close quarters. We can see if we like living together as Peter Wisdom and Kitty Pryde instead of Katherine and Peter Willow." Blowing him one last kiss she shut the door to take her morning shower. She had to look her very best today; they were going to take Peter's future back.
The grounds of the house practically glittered as the guests began to arrive in mobs. Not only had tourists shown up but also the entire township of Kent made appearances to ensure that their beloved ancestral castle, which held all of the town's history and relics, was being cared for properly. And there was a reason the former castle had been appointed a historical landmark, it was over a hundred acres of land with the main house stretching over two acres of it. Also, dotted along the ridges and dales were several feudal cottages that had been preserved and turned into museums. This was all the town had left to make money...and now Peter Wisdom owned it.
Kitty checked her hair one more time in the mirror before Peter drove their car into the back lot. A valet service had been provided for free but they weren't taking any chances of being found out. Instead of wearing the leather cat suit, like Peter had wanted, she was wearing an ankle length green dress made of silk with lace trim; she could barely keep Peter's hands off of her. It was even worse that he looked just scrumptious in his hand cut suit. Kissing him one more time as they got out of the car, she grasped his hands, "This one's for Romany."
Peter grinned and nodded to Kitty. For Romany indeed. Though evening was starting to settle upon them, as the party was also offering dinner to its guests, Peter slipped his sunglasses on. When last he'd met Morph, he hadn't had them. The changeling mutant would have a harder time in recognizing him with them on. He leaned over to kiss Kitty again before they came upon the door. "Remember, no matter what happens, don't get careless. Even if it means leaving me behind, one of us has to live no matter what to take care of Romany." What he didn't add to that was that he hoped it would be her that lived, if one of them had to die for this. She was younger than he was and had a whole life ahead of her. Peter was thirty, and jaded in most things about life.
Stopping dead in her tracks, she grasped his arms, "Mr. Willow, you are not going to die today and neither am I." Pressing her lips to his in a showy display of love, she rested her head against his shoulder. "Come on, you know the plan. You go hide in the bedroom, I'll lure 'Peter' there and you can kill him." Okay so maybe she'd been watching too many British soap operas but it seemed the only way. If people saw him, they'd think he was the faux Peter and make a big deal about things. "I love you."
Peter grinned and kissed her one last time. As he slunk back into the shadows, he whispered to her, "I love you too." And then she was alone to use her charms on Morph. Peter himself used the surveillance mode of his glasses to maneuver around the staff that was catering the party. He made his way to a drainage pipe that led up to a second story landing, and gave a final check around. Seeing that the coast was clear, Peter gave the pipe a firm shake to test its solidity, and then started to climb. Now he really felt like he was back in the swing of things. His time with Kitty had made him a little on the soft side, keeping him out of practice thanks to their...other activities. But now it was all coming back. In a few short moments he was on the landing and crouched, picking the lock to the balcony door and then slipping inside. He'd guessed right and found himself in the darkened master bedroom that Morph likely used. Now he just needed to wait for Kitty. He moved away from the windows and hid in a far corner, deep in the shadows.
Striding in the front door, Kitty smiled and nodded as if she owned the place. Making her way over to where the makeshift bar had been set up, she held up on finger, "Merlot, please." After she had her wine, she began to wander through the house. It truly was a beauty, all wood paneling and polished silver. She could see why anyone would love this place. Heading down towards a place where she saw many paintings hung, Kitty stopped dead when she saw the imposter there, charming several old ladies with stories of his youth. Setting her wine down on an end table, she rushed over, throwing her arms around the imposter, "Oh, God, Peter it's been forever!" She gushed, pulling back to kiss him on both cheeks. She could see the shock in his face and eyes, "It's me, Katherine Willow! Oh please tell me you remember me, Peter. You swore you'd love me forever...come on, we were sixteen, I was spending the summer with my grandfather. I always wondered why you never called me..."
Kevin Sydney had everything going according to plan. He'd used his powers to escape that hell of a prison they kept him in after that bastard Peter foiled his career, and had had assumed the man's identity to keep himself hidden. He'd already stolen all the fool's money and used a good chunk of it to secure his place in life. Add in this nice manor in Kent, and the only real downfall had been the unsuccessful visit to see the real Pete's sister, Romany. Apparently she wasn't as easily fooled. Oh well, accidents could be arranged to ensure she never blew his cover.
He'd thrown this party to win over the hearts and minds of the people of Kent, and it had gone smashingly so far. Of course, there was a problem he hadn't been aware of. Apparently ol' Pete had an old girlfriend who'd come a calling, one he'd never mentioned in the time that Morph knew the young man. No matter, she'd practically given him the information he needed to play the part, "Oh, Katherine!" He all owed himself to look delighted at the sight of an old 'friend'. He looked her up and down and decided this would be easy, he liked what he saw. "I haven't seen you in years!" Turning to the old ladies he'd been chatting up, he excused himself. "I'm afraid I must cut this short. It seems an old friend of mine has tracked me down, and I feel a little catching up is in order."
The ladies moved off while watching Kitty suspiciously. Morph/Peter turned back to the mysterious old girlfriend and motioned toward her glass. "I'd offer you something to drink but it appears you've already seen to that yourself." He smiled warmly at her, while his eyes traveled over her body once more. He would definitely enjoy this evening if he could talk her into more private quarters. "So, Katherine, how's life been since we last parted? I'm sorry I never wrote you. With my sister falling ill like that and my father sending me off to bigger and better things..." He trailed off there for a bit. "I suppose I got swept up in everything and never found the time." Reaching down to grasp her hand, he pulled it up and kissed her knuckles. "You have my most heartfelt apologies. I assure you, I would never willingly forget such a lovely lady as yourself."
Anger surged through Kitty's veins but she managed to pass it off as a blush as he pulled her knuckles to his lips and kissed them. "I heard about that...I was so terribly sorry, Peter. I tried to call but your father said..." Swallowing hard, she looked down, "He just said you left. I was heartbroken, Peter, you promised me when we turned eighteen we'd marry." Gripping his shoulders, she looked deep into his eyes...but they weren't the warm eyes of Peter, they were cold and unfeeling. "I waited for you, Peter...all these years." Biting her lip, she gave him a shy glance, "Is there somewhere more...private we could talk? Perhaps your bedroom...you know, someplace that's not open to guests. I want to make up for lost time..." She felt sickened at the thought and even worse when a twisted smile spread over his face. But it was all for the sake of those she loved more than life itself...she could do this.
Kevin grinned at Kitty. Oh she was more willing than he'd hoped. The party could get along without him for a while. There was plenty of entertainment to keep the guests occupied while he saw to other matters. "Yes, of course. I look forward to catching up with you. Right this way." He slipped an arm around her, settling it on her lower back, right above the curve of her bum. He motioned her toward the stairs and started off to the second floor. Once there he directed her toward the master bedroom, where unbeknownst to him, the real Peter Wisdom was waiting.
Following after him, she giggled...he probably thought it was the giddiness of seeing an old love again, but she knew it was the end of the line for this man. Grasping his hand, she let him lead her to a closed door. When she tried the door it was locked and he laughed when he said he didn't want any nosy people looking around in there. Keys jingling, he opened the door and led her inside, shutting the door behind them. "Oh I'd say we're in for a long afternoon of pleasure..." Unfortunately, it wouldn't be for him.
Peter Wisdom heard them coming from down the hall. Kitty was, from what he could hear, doing wonderfully at keeping him occupied. That was one of Morph's many flaws; he had no reason when it came to a pair of shapely legs and a quick shag. It was like all his training was forgotten in that time and Peter knew Kitty was just the right person to use for this little job. When he heard the jingle of keys, he reached over and grabbed the closet door, pulling it open to mask his body more incase Morph turned the lights on.
Kevin smiled again as he pushed the door open and motioned Kitty into the room. "Right this way. I hope this is private enough for our...catching up." He couldn't believe a fool like Peter let a prime catch like this get away. Screw the agency and his father's wishes, Kevin never would have made that mistake. He didn't even bother to check the room out like he normally did, he merely flicked the lights on and grinned to Kitty once more. "Please...make yourself comfortable."
"Oh I'm already comfortable, Peter," She said, laying herself out on the bed. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Peter hiding behind the doors to the closet. Giving him a quick smile, she reached forward and grasped the tie that Kevin was wearing, "Let me show you some tricks I've picked up over the years." Slowly, she raised her foot, trailing it lightly up his thigh to rub against his groin. After a split second of that she bent her knee and slammed it into the place she had just been rubbing. That was as good a signal as any...the battle had begun.
Peter almost cursed when Kitty hit Kevin. That wasn't a bright move. He might have been hurt, but he would be on the alert now. It would have been much easier to take the man with a hot knife to the back before he realized what was going on. Realizing that he had better just get to it, Peter launched himself from his hiding spot and fired off two hot knives at the downed metamorph.
Kevin had been raring to go. And why shouldn't he be? This one was hot and willing. But just as he got down to her level and felt her foot rub against him, she drove a knee home. Cursing loudly he fell over clutching himself. "You bitch!" He heard a Snap-Hiss off to the side from the direction of the closet and saw an orange glow. Cursing he pushed aside his pain and rolled to the right, the two hot knives sinking into the carpet where he had been. He struggled up to his feet to face down the real Peter Wisdom, and shifted back to his normal form. "Hello, Peter. I didn't think you'd come, thought you were too scared, hiding from the governments trying to arrest you. I see you got a whore to help you out this time...I do admire your taste though."
Kitty phased through the bed and the floor, easily appearing behind Morph. Laughing coldly, she narrowed her eyes, "Perhaps I am a bitch and a whore...but I am the last of those you will ever see, you bastard." The thumping of her heart drove out of the sounds of the crowds downstairs. This was the perfect opportunity to kill him. "This ends today...you're playing by our rules now, Morph."
Morph smirked as the pain between his legs subsided enough to allow him to move at a semblance of his normal speed. As Peter Wisdom fired up another hot knife, Morph spun quickly. His hand grasped Kitty and using his momentum, flung her in front of him as Peter's knife sailed through the air. He was hoping it caught the girl and ended her existence so he could go after Peter alone. He doubted the man stood a chance against him one on one. After all, Pete looked to be a little soft these days.
When Morph used one Peter's favorite moves to create a human shield, Peter was almost worried. But Kitty could phase, so he wasn't too worried about her. He narrowed his eyes at Morph took a step toward the man. "Hello, Morph. I haven't seen you since you failed to frame me for the attempted assassination of the American Ambassador. I'm glad I stopped you then. Got a traitorous coward like you behind bars, and stopped what could have been an international disaster. You never think about the consequences do you? You honestly thought that killing the American would have been a good idea? You know it would have started a war...just like what you're doing now. All those murders in my name...you almost had everyone fooled. Until you visited Romany." Peter's gaze darkened with anger. "I'm gonna make you pay for upsetting her."
Kitty moved effortlessly as she was hurled into the space between them. She caught her balance easily and moved to stand beside Peter, "Nice try, but not good enough." Tossing her hair, she reached behind her and ripped at the emerald green dress, revealing the black leather cat suit beneath. Casting once glace over at Peter, she smiled, "It's all for you, love, let's make him pay."
Peter kept his focus on Morph, only sparing a cursory glance at Kitty. He didn't want to be distracted and caught off guard. Holding up one hand Peter came up with a plan. Morph was too easily tricked with his one track mind. He'd never see a feint. Peter quickly launched a hot knife at Morph, but shot it off center to the left; he lunged to the right where he found another hot knife flying at him. He quickly shifted direction again only to jerk to a halt with a searing sensation in his ribs. He looked down to see Peter's hand holding a hot blade between his lower ribs. Pain filled, questioning eyes came up to meet Peter's.
He had played Morph right into his trap expertly. The man had only been focused on getting away from the blades, not on maneuvering to a better position. As soon as he was dashing toward the second blade, Peter had run right to Morph's previous place. When the mutant had turned back to get away from that second blade, Peter had gone in for the kill. A quick blade formed in his hand and found its place in Morph's ribs. As his knees buckled, Peter helped ease him to the floor. "That's why I was always number one, Morph. You never did learn to think ahead and anticipate your opponent's next move." A sad smile crossed Peter's lips. "I'll end the pain in a minute, I promise. But first...where did you put all my money? You're only going to get one chance to answer, or I'll make hurt even more before I let you die."
There were a few times before when Kitty had killed in battle. She certainly didn't enjoy it; she merely tolerated it because it came with the job. But watching Morph's face twist in pain—knowing that he had upset Romany and nearly ruined Peter—sent a thrill through her. She wasn't enjoying him dying, but seeing him pay for his crimes was a wonderful thing. Stepping beside Peter, she narrowed her eyes, "Do the right thing, Morph, for once in your miserable life."
Morph looked between them before twisting his face in anger. "I…could have been the best! I was, until you came along and… ruined it for me!" He focused on Peter once more before spitting in the man's face. To Morph's horror, Peter wiped the spit away and then plunged a new knife right into Morph's left arm. The searing pain caused him to scream in agony.
Peter looked at Kitty and then motioned to the door. "This might get loud, love. Go stand watch and make sure we aren't interrupted, yeah?" He didn't want Kitty to see all of this. He didn't like torture, but he could do it. He just didn't want Kitty to see it and be scared of him because of what he could do to others.
"No, Peter...I want to stay, I need to." If they ever wanted to get to the point where they knew everything about one another, Kitty needed to see this. "It doesn't scare me, Peter, it doesn't bother me...he needs to pay for his crimes. I want to watch you avenge her...I need to." Grasping Peter's hand which held onto the blade in Morph's arm, she held quick and slowly twisted his hand, guiding it to give Morph even more pain. "Tell us where the money is, now..."
Morph let out another scream of something that sounded like, "Fuck off, bitch!" Pete wasted no time in removing the blade and jabbing it into Morph's other arm. Morph screamed again in pain and kicked at Wisdom. With Pete's position to the side of Morph, the kick wasn't very strong, especially given the man's already injured stomach muscles. Peter took the kick and retaliated with a punch to Morph's jaw.
"Come on, Morph. We all know you're tough. Just give it up. Tell us what we want to know, and it can end. It'll be just like sleeping. I'll even give you a cigarette before you go." The last cigarette was a courtesy given only to the honored soldiers and agent about to die. That Pete offered one to Morph should have meant something, except that Morph refused to answer. "Kitty...he always wanted a pretty woman to own his heart...care to phase in and give it a love squeeze?"
Looking into his eyes, she was strangely turned on by the passion there, the anger, the hurt and the danger. "I-I've never tried that before..." She'd been practicing a lot with just phasing certain parts of her body and so, she thought, why not try it? Focusing on her arm, she watched the particles become clear as she reached into his chest, her fingers feeling the leaps of the heart muscle beneath. In this state she wasn't really doing anything, but if she un-phased her hand...he'd have her hand ripping his heart out. "Tell us...now. I don't want to have to rip our internal organs out one by one, but I will."
Morph's eyes widened at the sensation of having a phased hand inside his chest. He could almost feel it against his beating heart. "A-Alright…Bank of Sweden account number...9287459635...password is Romany..."Peter's eyes glazed with anger as he heard the last part. With a head butt he broke Morph's nose.
Peter then turned to Kitty and smiled half heartedly. "Love, go ahead and grab me computer, it's over by where I was hiding. Check out his information." Turning back to Morph, Peter's glared. "You're in for a world o' hurt mate, either way. It gets worse if you lied to me. It gets worse if you're telling the truth. I don't like people perverting the name o' me sister like that."
When Kitty heard what Morph had done she was outraged. How dare he play around like that...and the password was Romany of all things! After Peter broke his nose, Kitty cracked him across the face with her free hand. Blood gushed forward, choking him...slowly she removed her hand from his chest and darted over to grab the computer. Sure enough, there it was on the floor. "I'll look it up, love." Typing in the address for the Royal Bank of Sweden, she typed in the numbers as Peter reiterated them for her slowly. The computer whirred into life; in a cold mechanical voice it answered 'Welcome, Peter Wisdom'. Looking down again, she swallowed, "Current balance thirty-five million pounds...that means he spent about ten or twenty million on the house and everything else."
Peter nodded and turned back to Morph. "The house and cars are all you spent the money on, yeah? If not…where's the rest located?" Morph tried to answer but he was spitting up blood from his broken nose and busted lip. "Is it in a portfolio?" Morph nodded, "Where?" His unpinned arm lifted a pointed toward a dresser with a locked top drawer. Peter followed the gaze then looked back at him, "Key?" Morph pulled a chain with a key on it from his around his neck. Taking it, Peter tossed it to Kitty. "Love, check that for me."
Catching the key, she made her way over to the boudoir. Looking back at the two men, she slowly opened the top drawer to find it was stuffed full. "It's a couple million pounds in hundred notes...I'd say there's about two million. That makes sense, Peter...this house must've cost at least ten million, plus the cars, he might've spent some on dining and things like that...we can't get that back. But I think it's mostly here, he didn't put too much of a dent in your money, Peter." Relieved, she walked back over, kneeling down beside him. "We did it; we can get her out now..."
Peter nodded. "You kept money in a drawer? Did the agency teach you nothing? Stocks and bonds mate...stocks and bonds." With eyes narrowed, Peter sighed in resignation. "I'm sorry, I really am. But, I have to hurt you more now for my sister. She wasn't in a happy state when we first saw her, and your password leaves me a little miffed." Over the next ten minutes Peter showed Kitty some rather inventive ways to make someone scream. By the end Morph was barely alive enough to facilitate breathing and Peter finally ended it with a hot knife to the skull. As Morph's brain simmered, Peter stood up. "Clean up in the shower, I'm calling the authorities. Time to clear me good name." He grabbed Kitty quickly and kissed her. "You were very helpful, love. Thanks."
Kitty was covered in blood, not only from his nose but also from the many wounds they had inflicted on his body. Morph had been made to suffer to the very end, and it was no less than he deserved. When Peter told her to take a shower, though, she shook her head, "No, I'm as much an accomplice to this as you are. I'm going to wash my hands but you're not going through this alone." Rushing into the bathroom, she turned on the water, watching as it ran red when she stuck her small hands beneath. With a lot of scrubbing, she finally got most of the stain off, but there was some left on her hands that wouldn't leave right away. Stepping back into the room, she wrapped her arms around him, "I love you, Peter..."
Peter sighed. He wanted her cleaned up so they could leave as quickly as possible and not have to worry about it when they returned to the hotel. While she washed her hands, Peter called the local police and told them the gist of what happened and where to find them. When Kitty returned, Pete gave her a kiss and replied, "I love you too, Kitty." Within minutes the sound of police sirens rang through the air and Peter looked at Kitty again. "You ready to face the music?"
"As long as you're standing beside me, I'm ready for anything." Wrapping her arm around his waist they made their way outside to where a media circus awaited them. Cameras flashed, the police were taking statements while an EMT crew stared preparing Morph's body to be examined. Kitty, though, was grace under fire as she held Peter's hand, "It was Morph all along," She said strongly, "He was impersonating Peter, he stole millions of dollars, and was intent on hurting his entire family. It was Peter or Morph in the end… Morph would've killed both of us without a second thought."
Peter backed Kitty's statement, though he did insist that it was his doing, not Kitty's that killed and tortured Morph. He intended, no matter what, that if someone would go down for it, it would be him. "If you need proof of Morph's powers, talk to codename Scratch, of Black Aire. He was our superior and he can attest to it all. The man tried to impersonate me before to frame me for murder, and once he broke out of prison, he tried it again." An hour later, and one visit from Scratch to confirm Peter's statement on Morph's abilities, the couple was released but ordered not to leave the country. "I've no intention to."
After a long day of hard work and mental exhaustion, Kitty was very glad to make it back to the hotel. Collapsing on the bed, she reached her arms out to him, "Isn't this wonderful? Everything is so perfect now..." Sitting up on her elbows she smiled at him, "And can you believe the town of Kent has offered to buy back the house at thirty million pounds! My god, Peter, you'll never have to pull another job!" Smiling softly, she looked across the room a him, "Can we get her out tomorrow?"
Peter shook his head. "As much as I want to, I still need to make arrangements to get us a place first. I have a contact that said he can get me a nice place. You might have heard of it, the Chatsworth House. It's about twice the size of the place is Kent and the grounds are huge. I always teased Romany about living there, and well now it seems we might be able to. I just need him to procure it for me. It might be a bit tough since it's an even more well-known landmark than the Kent place."
Frowning, she shook her head, "Peter, I thought we'd take her to America, back to the professor for some counseling first. And you know how badly I want to spend every minute with Romany...once we have clearance to leave the country we could have Storm come pick us up. I'll ask Professor Xavier if we can have the quarters up on the third floor, away from all the students. They usually keep the married students up there but...Remy and Belle are going back to Louisiana this week and it'll be completely vacant." Sighing, she looked over at him, "That way we could get all our affairs in order. It would work out great."
Peter sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Love, I want to take her to America as well, but the window for buying the place isn't going to be open forever. And I want to have somewhere for us for when we come back, not come back and then see to it. I don't want her in a hotel around too many strange men; you know she'll get upset. Besides, she needs to adjust to living out of the institution. Jumping her headlong into the fray at Xavier's with all those guys...that won't be productive. It'll do more harm than good. She won't be ready for that just yet; she'll flip out before we even get her past the foyer." He didn't like this one bit now. Of course Kitty would want to go back to her home. But he couldn't take Romany along just yet; she wasn't going to be ready. She needed more time. "If you want to go back right away, I'll understand. But I need to stay with Romany for a bit longer. We'll go to America; to Xavier's after a little bit...but I don't know how long until she'll be ready."
A moment of silence passed over them before Kitty spoke, "You're right...I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking." Running her fingers through her hair, she sighed. "Well what about if we got an apartment in Derbyshire, that way we'll be right in town, you can negotiate the price of your house and Romany and I can be close by. If you're willing to let her live there, it must be a pretty quiet town." Smiling softly, she stood and walked over to him, wrapping her arms around him, "Romany and I can have tea and talk about you behind your back..." She teased, "It'll be wonderful. I have some money saved up; we could get her a whole new wardrobe. And with the wonders of online shopping, we wouldn't even have to leave the room! I can e-mail Jubilee and see if she'll send over the rest of my things." Kissing him softly on the lips she sighed, "But I can't stand to leave her there for another day."
Peter grinned and shook his head. "I have more than enough money for all of it Kitty, especially with Kent buying back the house at well above what Morph paid for it. They must really feel bad about having taken my money from someone else." He smirked at her and wrapped his arms around her. "You save your money, I'll pay for everything." With a soft kiss, Peter continued. "We can search for a flat in Derby tomorrow, and get Romany out as soon as we have a place secured, yeah?" When Kitty nodded to that, Peter kissed her once more. "Well, seeing as I finally got you in the leather number..." His gaze took on a predatory look as he sized her up. Kitty giggled as Peter pounced on her and began to kiss her passionately. In moments the cat suit was peeled away and they fell backwards onto the bed. The two made love long into the night, collapsing onto each other as they climaxed together and fell finally asleep whispering their love for one another.
