Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Men characters, but you already knew that.

If you didn't read the author's note in the last chapter, there will be a mild adult scene in this chapter, so if this offends you, go ahead and skip it.

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Mort entered the den to find Krystal setting a couple of beers on the coffee table. He took a seat on the couch and grabbed one. Krystal sat down next to him.

"Pizza should be done in about fifteen minutes. What do you want to watch?"

He shrugged. "Don' care. You pick."

Krystal moved off the couch and put in a comedy. They sat together on the couch for a few minutes watching the previews before Krystal stood up.

"I better go check on the pizza."

She came back a few minutes later, pizza in hand. She set it down on the coffee table and plopped herself down next to Mort. Mort leaned forward and grabbed a slice.

"Careful! It's hot!"

Too late. Mort yelped as the hot pizza burned his mouth. His tongue shot out of his mouth and wrapped around his beer bottle. He brought the bottle to his mouth and took a large pull of the blessedly cool liquid. When the burning sensation in his mouth subsided he turned to Krystal, who was laughing.

"Oh Mort, I love your tongue tricks!" She stopped laughing for a moment, realizing what she just said. Then she just laughed harder. "Oh man, that came out much more sexual than I intended it to. Sorry pal."

Mort blushed. It wasn't like he hadn't thought about that. And knowing that Krystal had just thought about that was making him blush even more. "N-no problem, luv."

Krystal smiled. "I missed this. You and me hanging out like this."

"Me too."

She smiled again and took a slice of pizza.

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A few hours later they were still on the couch, the pizza and the beer long finished. Things had gotten sufficiently more comfortable between them. Mort was sitting with Krystal's upper body laying across his lap and he was slowly stroking his fingers across her back. She yawned and stretched.

"You want some popcorn?"

"Sure pet."

"I'll be right back." She got off the couch and went to the kitchen.

Mort felt great. It seemed things were back to normal between them. He shifted slightly. He had been sitting in the same position for hours. He laid down on his back, stretching out on the couch. When Krystal came back with a large bowl of popcorn she eyed Mort and smiled.

"You couch hog, where am I supposed to sit?"

Mort smirked. "Right 'ere, luv." He patted the small space of couch between him and the backrest.

To his shock she set the bowl down on the coffee table and tried to lay down in that small space. There wasn't much room, so half of her body was on the couch, the rest was laying on top of Mort. He had not expected her to do that. He willed his body not to react to the girl who was practically laying on top of him. They continued to watch the movie in silence, both forgetting about the popcorn sitting on the coffee table.

When the movie ended and the credits were rolling Krystal looked up at Mort. "Would you rewind it a bit? I want to see if that one actor was the guy from that one T.V. show."

Mort raised an eyebrow. "Tha' one actor from tha' one T.V. show? I'm not rewindin' anythin' 'til ya start makin' sense." He snagged the remote and held it out of her reach.

"Hey! Come on, that's not fair!" She tried to grab the remote, but it was too far away. She moved up and giggled, reaching for the remote. As she reached, her body moved more and more on top of Mort. Soon she was completely on top of him, still laughing. When she finally got the remote she looked down at Mort and grinned triumphantly. "Ha! Success!"

Mort couldn't take it anymore. He craned his neck up and kissed her. To his delight she instantly reacted and started kissing him back, tangling her fingers in his hair. She ran her tongue across his bottom lip, begging for entrance. He hesitated a moment, what if she didn't like his taste? She nibbled at his lip, and he relented. Mort moaned when her tongue touched his. She was delicious. Suddenly, he wanted more than to taste; he wanted to touch. Slowly, in case she freaked out, he brought his hands to the hem of her shirt, and began to slide them under the fabric. Krystal made an encouraging noise. He moved his hands further up, savoring the feel of her soft skin. He pushed his hands under her bra and let her breasts fill his hands. Krystal moaned and pressed herself against his hardening arousal. He took in a sharp breath and broke their kiss.

"Luv, do…do you want to take this ta my room?"

"God yes."

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After stumbling down the hall, unable to keep their hands off each other, they found themselves in Mort's room. They stood in the middle of the room, still locked together. Krystal grabbed the hem of Mort's shirt and pulled it over his head. She ran her hands down his bare chest. He groaned as her fingers began to unbutton his pants and he reached out and peeled off her shirt. He reached behind her and unhooked her bra as he felt his pants slip off his hips. He stepped out of them and picked Krystal up, wrapping her legs around his waist. He carried her to his bed and set her on her back, climbing on top of her. He reached down and unbuttoned her jeans, she lifted her hips to help him take them off. He yanked them and her panties off and looked down at her.

"Luv, I hope ya want this. I don' think I can stop now," he said breathlessly.

She sat up and wrapped her arms around his neck. She looked in his eyes, "I don't want you too stop. I want this…I want you."

He pressed his lips to hers and kicked off his boxers. He pushed her back against the mattress and entered her slowly, stopping when he was fully inside to give her time to adjust. He waited a few moments and then began to move. He groaned. He had no idea this would feel so good. Krystal suddenly gasped and arched her back in pleasure.

"Oh God, right there!"

He was more than happy to comply. Within a few minutes they were both breathing hard and moaning. Mort felt Krystal tighten around him, and she came, screaming his name. The feeling of her clenching around him and the sound of her passionate cry coaxed his release from him. He cried out and then looked at her with half-lidded eyes, exhausted and spent. She reached up and pulled him down to her, resting his head on her chest. She ran her fingers through his damp hair and stroked his back. He felt so good, so relaxed. He was asleep in moments.

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Authors Note: Yes, I realize this is poorly written. Sorry folks.