Disclaimer: I do NOT own these characters, Marvel does, wish I did, then Kitty and Piotr would be back together, dammit! She kissed him in the book! She said she loved him, but nooo! *bitch, rant, rave* enough...you know the drill...this is for my pure enjoyment, and anyone else who can bear with me...the song "Devil With The Blue Dress" was written by Mitch Ryder and the Detroit Wheels.
Notes: This is part two to "Letting The Cables Sleep." Recap: Kitty and Piotr (or Peter, whichever you prefer) have finally come to grips with the fact that they still love each other. After some serious talking, among *ahem* other things, they have decided to start over and see where it leads them. After skipping a few days (like Marvel does), we find our couple in the midst of getting ready for a date....
L.T.C.S. Part Two: Devil With The Blue Dress On...
By Ruth Richter-Woytsek
"Devil with the blue dress, blue dress, blue dress
Devil with the blue dress on
Devil with the blue dress, blue dress, blue dress
Devil with the blue dress on...
Fe fe, fi fi, fo fo, fum,
Looking mighty nice, here she comes...."
Piotr was anxious for a reason. This was their real "first" date. All the times they had been together as a--well, as some sort of couple, anyway, they had never been out "together." Alone. My, how he loved that word! He sat there, like a boy on his prom night, twiddling his thumbs, hoping his date would hurry because he had to face the wrath of the "father..."
Logan was whistling a tune. "Where ya goin' tanight, Petey?" He gave Piotr a knowing wink, making the big man blush. "I hope it ain't nowheres I'd go." As an afterthought, with a sly grin, he added, "Or nothin' I'd do, bub."
Piotr groaned aloud. "Shto? Logan, whatever do you mean?"
Logan began humming something familiar, though Piotr couldn't quite place it. "Yer date's lookin' mighty fine, if I may say so myself," he mused. "Haf ta say it, hadn't realized our little girl had become a woman." He grinned and popped open his beer that he was carrying.
"Huh?" Then the tune Logan had just been humming finally hit him, and he smiled. "'Devil With The Blue Dress?'"
Logan gulped down the amber liquid and then looked up from his beer. "Hmmm?"
"The song you were humming. The references...'Devil With The Blue Dress,' am I not right?"
Logan laughed heartily. "Caught me there, pal. Yer 'devil' is dressed in blue tanight. She's pretty happy and content up there," he warned, "so be easy with the comments, or ya'll catch hell from me." The tiny hairs on the nape of his neck raised, and he announced, "She's comin'. I hear heels tappin' against the floor."
Piotr smiled, and the lit fire in the hearth made his eyes dance; little patches of orange glowed in the middle of all that blue. He was so happy...
Kitty had a reason to be anxious. She really did, but at...the...moment...well, she couldn't remember what it was. Her stomach did the "dance of the butterflies," and she almost gave way to a wave of nausea. Why was she so giddy? Geez, she had just screwed Piotr a couple of days ago! She had given up her virginity to him without a thought. Even Pete hadn't been able to get that from her. (Author's Note: I know it's rude to intrude, and I realize that everyone has Kitty "giving it up" to Pete Wisdom, but I'm going along with November's "Black Sun" stories which in the first one, Kurt said an "innocent" had to perform the spell, which means "virgin," people. So neener neener. But yes, I realize that Kitty has long hair in my story. Maybe she grew it back, yes? Never did like the haircut...) She admired herself first in the vanity table's mirror and then in the long mirror on her closet door. She had to admit that even she could look sexy in the skin-tight blue number that Betsy had let her borrow. Though she could use a bigger bust size to fill it out, she grumbled to herself. Like it or not, her body was in perfect proportion. A dancer's body. Now how much did breast implants cost again?
She giggled softly to herself. "Not bad, Pryde," she said aloud while posing model-like for an imaginary photographer. "Not bad at all." Man, she felt sexy! With the dress, her own lacy bra and undies that she had bought, for some reason or another, when she was with Pete, but hadn't the opportunity to use them, and a pair of Ororo's heels, who had been more than happy to oblige when she had heard the news of the "date," she felt like someone else entirely. Someone...beautiful.
Suddenly, she wondered what time it was and looked at her alarm clock. Six forty-three. Time to get the move on. She paused by the mirror to actually apply lipstick which she found a hard task because she never wore the stuff, and sprayed Chanel Number Five lightly all over her body. It was her mom's favorite perfume because as she had once told her young daughter (who had not been more than eight at the time) that the scent of it made men horny. It had not been one of her mother's finer moments, but she had been going through tough times with Kitty's dad. And Kitty found herself appreciating the information now when she could use it.
She hesitated at the doorway. What if Piotr thought she was making a fool out of herself? What if he laughed? What if--God forbid--everyone who saw her dressed like that laughed??
"Get over it, Pryde," she whispered to herself, taking a deep breath. "It's now or never." Despite her worries, she was so happy...
"Wearing her perfume, Chanel Number Five
She got to be the finest girl alive
She walks real cool catches everybody's eye
She got good lovin', she can take it high
Not too skinny, she's not too fat
She's a real humdinger and I like it like that...
Devil with the blue dress, blue dress, blue dress
Devil with the blue dress on
Devil with the blue dress, blue dress, blue dress
Devil with the blue dress on..."
Piotr could finally hear her heels clacking against the hardwood steps. He swallowed hard and fidgeted in his chair. Would she really go through with the "date?" Would she relax and enjoy herself and him? Or would she run inside herself again, like she had after they had made love? He could still remember how one minute, she was laughing and kissing him, and then the next minute, a haunting look was in her eyes. She had then walked off, naked and bleeding, and he had tried to catch up with her, but in her untangible state, she could travel as fast as the Earth spins. So he had merely shrugged his shoulders and drove her car home. When he had gotten there, she was sitting in the TV room, and back to normal. She had acted like nothing was wrong; just gabbing away with him like old times.
Suddenly, Logan sang, "Heerrree, sheee coommmeesssss, Missss Aaaammerriccaaaaa!" He snickered.
Just Kitty's head peered into the room. She held out her arm and gave Logan the finger. "Couldn't contain yerself, couldja, ya flamin' jerk?" She grinned.
Logan threw his arms in the air as a truce. "Ya got me bang ta rights," he laughed. Then he extended his middle claw and shot it up in the air at her. "Take that, ya prissy ass."
She stuck her tongue out at him. "Give me a break."
She stood there staring at herself and them, contemplating something. "Well," she finally asked in a small, quivering voice that was not like her, "do you really want to see a live miracle?"
Logan smirked, and Piotr just looked at her curiously. "A miracle?"
Her body finally came around the wall--or actually, through the wall. She was so nervous to see their reactions that she phased. Blushing, she looked at her shoes, not wanting to meet their eyes just yet. "Ta da," she said sheepishly, "I've been turned into Cinderella."
Piotr was awed by her beauty though he was speechless to say so. He felt his heart racing, and something in his pants stirred.
A voice shouted from around the corner of the doorway on the opposite side of the room, "More like Ho-derella, if you ask me!" Logan burst out laughing. Piotr shook his head and heaved a loud sigh.
She stamped her foot against the floor several times in a rage. "Bobby Drake, you cold bastard, come from behind there!"
His head peered from around the corner. "You sure it's safe, guys?" he asked, eyeing Logan and Piotr.
Logan shrugged his shoulders and rose from his seat on the couch. "Yer funeral if ya do, jackass." He yawned and stretched. "I'm goin' ta git me a beer. 'Nighty-night all." With that, he was out of the room on his way to the kitchen.
Kitty bit her nails frantically. Drake had just made fun of her. Now what would Piotr say? She shyly glanced up at Piotr. "Can we go now?"
He nodded and rose from his chair. She was always so overwhelmed by his height, compared to her little frail frame. He took her arm in his and smiled gently. "Ready?"
Bobby pouted. "Not going to stay and chew my ass out tonight?" She shook her head. He chuckled enthusiastically. "I'll miss our little 'lover spat.'" He made sure he looked into Piotr's eyes when he said that.
She frowned and tried not to look at Piotr. She was afraid of what he was thinking. Those butterflies were back again. "Can it, Bobby. It will wait." She literally pulled Piotr out of the mansion; she didn't want to be there anymore. Her sexy mood had already been destroyed by Drake's cruel comment. No matter what she did to please people, would they ever let her be truly free and happy?
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She drove her car again, junky little piece of shit that it was, but it held a warm spot in her heart. It was like her twin; small, no curves, comfortable, and most of all, slightly unpredictable...which it was being.
"Of all the damn, stupid things!" she shouted. The car had just died, in the middle of traffic, in the middle of NYC for crying out loud! Grinding the starter was doing no good. It wasn't gas. She had just replaced the fuel pump. The starter was a few weeks old. What the hell could it be?? She groaned in defeat and laid her head in her arms. "God, someone just shoot me now."
Piotr was trying hard to contain his laughter. "We could push it to a parking spot. I will pay the meter."
She sighed. "Yeah, sure, whatever. This night is off to a great start anyway." When she saw the sadness in his eyes, she apologized. "Sorry, Piotr. It's not you. It's just this, and Bobby's damn remark earlier, and Logan laughing at me like some flamin' fool, and this dress really isn't me..." Her voice grew smaller and smaller. "Let's face it, I'm as ugly as I am a geek."
"Katya," he gasped, "do not say such things!" He looked into her chocolate-colored eyes, and found himself wanting to be trapped there forever. He moved closer toward her luscious, pink lips. "I...I think you are stunning. I'm sorry I did not say so earlier, but Bobby interrupted my thoughts." He blushed, remembering what he had been thinking when Bobby had yelled, disturbing them.
She smiled and tossed her hair in a teasing manner, twirling a curl on her index finger as she did so. "Thank you, Piotr. You really mean it?"
He smelled some intoxicating aroma coming from her body as he moved to kiss her. The scent filled his nostrils, and suddenly, he was parting her mouth with his tongue. She graciously accepted the offer, and they tasted each other. She moaned in delight, and he felt something stirring in his pants again. He broke the kiss, and she whined. "Maybe...we should...continue...somewhere else?" he panted.
She regained composure and nodded. "Yeah. Let's just find someplace to park this heap of shit."
They (finally!) found a vacant parking spot, as luck would have it, next to a hotel. She put the car in first and put the parking brake on. Then she looked up and grinned. "Ready?" He smiled, and they walked hand in hand into the hotel, not letting go of each others eyes.
As Kitty was signing the register, Piotr hummed softly to himself. She hurried back to him and said excitedly, "All the regular rooms are booked, but there are some 'Honeymoon Suites' left, but ya have to be married." She blushed. "So, you don't mind, do you, 'sweetie?'" she cooed.
He took her hand in his. "Of course not, 'Mrs. Rasputin.'" He smiled secretly to himself. How much longer before he could really say that? Again, he started to hum.
"What is that you're singing?"
"Ummm...it...is 'Devil With The Blue Dress.'" He laughed, and she scowled and finally sighed.
"Devil, huh? I'll show you 'devil,'" she warned, shaking a fist at him.
Oh, how he loved his Katya in the blue dress! He could hardly wait...
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to be continued....
please let me know what you think! :)
Notes: This is part two to "Letting The Cables Sleep." Recap: Kitty and Piotr (or Peter, whichever you prefer) have finally come to grips with the fact that they still love each other. After some serious talking, among *ahem* other things, they have decided to start over and see where it leads them. After skipping a few days (like Marvel does), we find our couple in the midst of getting ready for a date....
L.T.C.S. Part Two: Devil With The Blue Dress On...
By Ruth Richter-Woytsek
"Devil with the blue dress, blue dress, blue dress
Devil with the blue dress on
Devil with the blue dress, blue dress, blue dress
Devil with the blue dress on...
Fe fe, fi fi, fo fo, fum,
Looking mighty nice, here she comes...."
Piotr was anxious for a reason. This was their real "first" date. All the times they had been together as a--well, as some sort of couple, anyway, they had never been out "together." Alone. My, how he loved that word! He sat there, like a boy on his prom night, twiddling his thumbs, hoping his date would hurry because he had to face the wrath of the "father..."
Logan was whistling a tune. "Where ya goin' tanight, Petey?" He gave Piotr a knowing wink, making the big man blush. "I hope it ain't nowheres I'd go." As an afterthought, with a sly grin, he added, "Or nothin' I'd do, bub."
Piotr groaned aloud. "Shto? Logan, whatever do you mean?"
Logan began humming something familiar, though Piotr couldn't quite place it. "Yer date's lookin' mighty fine, if I may say so myself," he mused. "Haf ta say it, hadn't realized our little girl had become a woman." He grinned and popped open his beer that he was carrying.
"Huh?" Then the tune Logan had just been humming finally hit him, and he smiled. "'Devil With The Blue Dress?'"
Logan gulped down the amber liquid and then looked up from his beer. "Hmmm?"
"The song you were humming. The references...'Devil With The Blue Dress,' am I not right?"
Logan laughed heartily. "Caught me there, pal. Yer 'devil' is dressed in blue tanight. She's pretty happy and content up there," he warned, "so be easy with the comments, or ya'll catch hell from me." The tiny hairs on the nape of his neck raised, and he announced, "She's comin'. I hear heels tappin' against the floor."
Piotr smiled, and the lit fire in the hearth made his eyes dance; little patches of orange glowed in the middle of all that blue. He was so happy...
Kitty had a reason to be anxious. She really did, but at...the...moment...well, she couldn't remember what it was. Her stomach did the "dance of the butterflies," and she almost gave way to a wave of nausea. Why was she so giddy? Geez, she had just screwed Piotr a couple of days ago! She had given up her virginity to him without a thought. Even Pete hadn't been able to get that from her. (Author's Note: I know it's rude to intrude, and I realize that everyone has Kitty "giving it up" to Pete Wisdom, but I'm going along with November's "Black Sun" stories which in the first one, Kurt said an "innocent" had to perform the spell, which means "virgin," people. So neener neener. But yes, I realize that Kitty has long hair in my story. Maybe she grew it back, yes? Never did like the haircut...) She admired herself first in the vanity table's mirror and then in the long mirror on her closet door. She had to admit that even she could look sexy in the skin-tight blue number that Betsy had let her borrow. Though she could use a bigger bust size to fill it out, she grumbled to herself. Like it or not, her body was in perfect proportion. A dancer's body. Now how much did breast implants cost again?
She giggled softly to herself. "Not bad, Pryde," she said aloud while posing model-like for an imaginary photographer. "Not bad at all." Man, she felt sexy! With the dress, her own lacy bra and undies that she had bought, for some reason or another, when she was with Pete, but hadn't the opportunity to use them, and a pair of Ororo's heels, who had been more than happy to oblige when she had heard the news of the "date," she felt like someone else entirely. Someone...beautiful.
Suddenly, she wondered what time it was and looked at her alarm clock. Six forty-three. Time to get the move on. She paused by the mirror to actually apply lipstick which she found a hard task because she never wore the stuff, and sprayed Chanel Number Five lightly all over her body. It was her mom's favorite perfume because as she had once told her young daughter (who had not been more than eight at the time) that the scent of it made men horny. It had not been one of her mother's finer moments, but she had been going through tough times with Kitty's dad. And Kitty found herself appreciating the information now when she could use it.
She hesitated at the doorway. What if Piotr thought she was making a fool out of herself? What if he laughed? What if--God forbid--everyone who saw her dressed like that laughed??
"Get over it, Pryde," she whispered to herself, taking a deep breath. "It's now or never." Despite her worries, she was so happy...
"Wearing her perfume, Chanel Number Five
She got to be the finest girl alive
She walks real cool catches everybody's eye
She got good lovin', she can take it high
Not too skinny, she's not too fat
She's a real humdinger and I like it like that...
Devil with the blue dress, blue dress, blue dress
Devil with the blue dress on
Devil with the blue dress, blue dress, blue dress
Devil with the blue dress on..."
Piotr could finally hear her heels clacking against the hardwood steps. He swallowed hard and fidgeted in his chair. Would she really go through with the "date?" Would she relax and enjoy herself and him? Or would she run inside herself again, like she had after they had made love? He could still remember how one minute, she was laughing and kissing him, and then the next minute, a haunting look was in her eyes. She had then walked off, naked and bleeding, and he had tried to catch up with her, but in her untangible state, she could travel as fast as the Earth spins. So he had merely shrugged his shoulders and drove her car home. When he had gotten there, she was sitting in the TV room, and back to normal. She had acted like nothing was wrong; just gabbing away with him like old times.
Suddenly, Logan sang, "Heerrree, sheee coommmeesssss, Missss Aaaammerriccaaaaa!" He snickered.
Just Kitty's head peered into the room. She held out her arm and gave Logan the finger. "Couldn't contain yerself, couldja, ya flamin' jerk?" She grinned.
Logan threw his arms in the air as a truce. "Ya got me bang ta rights," he laughed. Then he extended his middle claw and shot it up in the air at her. "Take that, ya prissy ass."
She stuck her tongue out at him. "Give me a break."
She stood there staring at herself and them, contemplating something. "Well," she finally asked in a small, quivering voice that was not like her, "do you really want to see a live miracle?"
Logan smirked, and Piotr just looked at her curiously. "A miracle?"
Her body finally came around the wall--or actually, through the wall. She was so nervous to see their reactions that she phased. Blushing, she looked at her shoes, not wanting to meet their eyes just yet. "Ta da," she said sheepishly, "I've been turned into Cinderella."
Piotr was awed by her beauty though he was speechless to say so. He felt his heart racing, and something in his pants stirred.
A voice shouted from around the corner of the doorway on the opposite side of the room, "More like Ho-derella, if you ask me!" Logan burst out laughing. Piotr shook his head and heaved a loud sigh.
She stamped her foot against the floor several times in a rage. "Bobby Drake, you cold bastard, come from behind there!"
His head peered from around the corner. "You sure it's safe, guys?" he asked, eyeing Logan and Piotr.
Logan shrugged his shoulders and rose from his seat on the couch. "Yer funeral if ya do, jackass." He yawned and stretched. "I'm goin' ta git me a beer. 'Nighty-night all." With that, he was out of the room on his way to the kitchen.
Kitty bit her nails frantically. Drake had just made fun of her. Now what would Piotr say? She shyly glanced up at Piotr. "Can we go now?"
He nodded and rose from his chair. She was always so overwhelmed by his height, compared to her little frail frame. He took her arm in his and smiled gently. "Ready?"
Bobby pouted. "Not going to stay and chew my ass out tonight?" She shook her head. He chuckled enthusiastically. "I'll miss our little 'lover spat.'" He made sure he looked into Piotr's eyes when he said that.
She frowned and tried not to look at Piotr. She was afraid of what he was thinking. Those butterflies were back again. "Can it, Bobby. It will wait." She literally pulled Piotr out of the mansion; she didn't want to be there anymore. Her sexy mood had already been destroyed by Drake's cruel comment. No matter what she did to please people, would they ever let her be truly free and happy?
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She drove her car again, junky little piece of shit that it was, but it held a warm spot in her heart. It was like her twin; small, no curves, comfortable, and most of all, slightly unpredictable...which it was being.
"Of all the damn, stupid things!" she shouted. The car had just died, in the middle of traffic, in the middle of NYC for crying out loud! Grinding the starter was doing no good. It wasn't gas. She had just replaced the fuel pump. The starter was a few weeks old. What the hell could it be?? She groaned in defeat and laid her head in her arms. "God, someone just shoot me now."
Piotr was trying hard to contain his laughter. "We could push it to a parking spot. I will pay the meter."
She sighed. "Yeah, sure, whatever. This night is off to a great start anyway." When she saw the sadness in his eyes, she apologized. "Sorry, Piotr. It's not you. It's just this, and Bobby's damn remark earlier, and Logan laughing at me like some flamin' fool, and this dress really isn't me..." Her voice grew smaller and smaller. "Let's face it, I'm as ugly as I am a geek."
"Katya," he gasped, "do not say such things!" He looked into her chocolate-colored eyes, and found himself wanting to be trapped there forever. He moved closer toward her luscious, pink lips. "I...I think you are stunning. I'm sorry I did not say so earlier, but Bobby interrupted my thoughts." He blushed, remembering what he had been thinking when Bobby had yelled, disturbing them.
She smiled and tossed her hair in a teasing manner, twirling a curl on her index finger as she did so. "Thank you, Piotr. You really mean it?"
He smelled some intoxicating aroma coming from her body as he moved to kiss her. The scent filled his nostrils, and suddenly, he was parting her mouth with his tongue. She graciously accepted the offer, and they tasted each other. She moaned in delight, and he felt something stirring in his pants again. He broke the kiss, and she whined. "Maybe...we should...continue...somewhere else?" he panted.
She regained composure and nodded. "Yeah. Let's just find someplace to park this heap of shit."
They (finally!) found a vacant parking spot, as luck would have it, next to a hotel. She put the car in first and put the parking brake on. Then she looked up and grinned. "Ready?" He smiled, and they walked hand in hand into the hotel, not letting go of each others eyes.
As Kitty was signing the register, Piotr hummed softly to himself. She hurried back to him and said excitedly, "All the regular rooms are booked, but there are some 'Honeymoon Suites' left, but ya have to be married." She blushed. "So, you don't mind, do you, 'sweetie?'" she cooed.
He took her hand in his. "Of course not, 'Mrs. Rasputin.'" He smiled secretly to himself. How much longer before he could really say that? Again, he started to hum.
"What is that you're singing?"
"Ummm...it...is 'Devil With The Blue Dress.'" He laughed, and she scowled and finally sighed.
"Devil, huh? I'll show you 'devil,'" she warned, shaking a fist at him.
Oh, how he loved his Katya in the blue dress! He could hardly wait...
***************
to be continued....
please let me know what you think! :)