Disclaimer: "Relax, Dad, we've still got marshmallows." "Oh, sugary cubes of goodness, you save the day yet again!"
(An: Short Kiotr chapter. Funfun.)
Cinnamon Rolls (Are We Good?)
The next morning, Kitty awoke to the smell of something truly tantalizing: cinnamon rolls. They had probably been made by Storm, as a treat for the girls. There would probably be one or two extra...
Kitty sat up, nibbling the end of her ponytail as she thought. She swung her legs over the side of the bed. I dunno, I really want things to work out with him and me... and everyone always says the way to a guy's heart is through his stomach... man, I'm desperate. She shook her head at her own foolishness, picking her way over the other girls.
Creeping down the hallway (it was about seven-thirty in the morning, and in mansion mode that was way too early on a Saturday), she phased into Remy and Piotr's room, hoping neither of them slept in the nude or something. She made her way to Piotr's bed. Kitty just stood there for a minute. He really was very handsome, and so nice... it wasn't often you got those in combination. She reached over and tapped him on the shoulder.
"No, John, I will not eat the pudding," Piotr mumbled, rolling over.
"Wake up," Kitty whispered, prodding him again.
Piotr turned his head, frowning at her underneath sleepy blue eyes. "What do you want, Katya?"
"Two words: cinnamon rolls. You want one, come with me."
He blinked, processing this, and then gestured at her.
"What?"
"Can I get dressed, please?"
Kitty went red. "Oh, right, sorry!" She phased back through the wall..
In the opposite bed, Remy chuckled. "You shut up," Piotr muttered, pulling on his pants.
ABOUT FIVE MINUTES LATER...
"There they are," Kitty sighed, peering around the kitchen door at the plate of pastry goodness. "Now, see, if I hadn't woken you up, you wouldn't get any."
"It is too early, Kitty," Piotr replied, awake enough to use her proper name.
Kitty stuck her tongue out at him, grabbing a cinnamon roll for herself and handing him one. She picked off a little bit and licked the icing off her fingers, watching him with lowered eyes. "So... um... what happened before so wasn't my idea, you know that, right?"
Piotr's eyebrows went up. He glanced at her and his lips twitched. "Da..."
"So... are we good?"
Piotr smiled at her and Kitty resisted the urge to sigh blissfully. "Yes. I believe so."
Well, Tabby, it worked. I'm certainly cheered up now... (1)
(Short, I told you. Next time: Save Me!)
(1) See three chapters back, oh so close yet oh so long ago. I.E., chapter nineteen.