Insert your favorite trademark disclaimer here! Everyone but the X-Men are mine, Bwhahahahaa *cak* hmmmaahhh *blaugh* hum. Put out that Stogie, Logan!!!
Sorry...Gomen nasai...ummm, and Entschuldigung, bitte!
Also, the song "Happy Together" belongs to The Turtles and not to me!
This is the end of my "Letting The Cables Sleep" saga. Then I will give you a "prequel", if you will, that revolves around the X-Men's lives in the early 80s...the start to Kitty and Piotr's turbulent romance. I am happy about all the nice reviews I have received thus far about my stories. I really hope you all think I have potential since I do want to make this my career, no longer just a hobby for me. Thank you all, and this is a happy ending for all you Piotr/Kitty fans who still have hope! (sorry Kurtty fans, I like that couple on the cartoon, but this is my all-time comic couple!)
"L.T.C.S. Part Three/Final Chapter: Happy Together..."
By Ruth Richter-Woytsek
Imagine me and you, I do
I think about you day and night
It's only right
To think about the girl you love
And hold her tight
So happy together...
In the bathroom he stood, gazing at his reflection. He could not remember ever feeling so giddy. The woman he loved was under the covers in the next room, and he was, for the first time in ages, happy. He could smile at himself in the mirror and not feel angry or wounded. Or dead inside. For once, he didn't have to fake it....
She pulled the covers over her body and up to her neck. Some of that old "ugly duckling" feeling was beginning to creep upon her. Even though they had already been together once already, she still felt insecure. Sighing, she nervously pulled on her hair. Maybe she would always feel less than perfect....
He hummed cheerfully, touching his mirror twin briefly. He wrote "I love Katya" in the steam and admired his work. The steam began to clear away, and his fingerprints became smudges on the glass. Fingerprints and steam, melting into a memory.
Fingerprints and steam...fingerprints and steam...why did that sound vaguely familiar?
Suddenly. he laughed. Catching Kitty in the shower when they were younger, and seeing "I love Peter" written in the steam on the glass. Boy, that brought back memories! He remembered how embarrassed he had been when he had opened her door to talk to her and found her in her bathroom, naked. He had apologized and apologized, but she had been even more flustered because he had noticed what she had written. He had never felt more humiliated, but he had never felt as...elated either. He had many crushes in the Collective, and a couple of "lovers" also, but it had all been fun and fleeting, nothing more. Nothing like what he had felt, looking at her blushing, sweet face, and at hands that were miserably trying to erase the message. He had caught those soft, tiny hands in his and--
And Illyana had come in to get something, catching them.
But she had left with a knowing grin on her face, and had teased him profusely about marriage and children and....
And then...the other X-Men had become "concerned" with their feelings.
He shook his head and opened the door to join her. Now they were adults, and no one could take his heart away from him again.
The door to the bathroom creaked, startling her. No matter how many times they would be together like that, she would never get used to the fact that it wasn't just a silly dream. As a young girl in the mansion, she had often fantasized about Piotr, but nothing could prepare her for the reality. He was so much more than a loving apparition that haunted her daydreams. After all their years apart, after all the confusion and angst, she was "home", but it was still hard to believe.
I can't see me loving nobody but you
For all my life
When you're with me
Baby the skies will be blue
For all my life....
They sat together in bed, neither talking after an intense session of love-making but rather trying to catch their breath. She snuggled next to him, his warmth soothing her aching body. Her index finger traced the outline of his abs and pecs slowly, not missing a fold. He moaned, and she traveled down under the covers and touched his manhood. His body shifted warily back and forth. as if trying to escape her touch but at the same time, welcoming it. Tiny groans and gasps filled the air, and she stopped suddenly, leaving him a little frustrated.
"Oh, you know you love it," she laughed spitefully, "or you would make me stop."
"Never stop," he replied, grinning. He twirled curls of chestnut between his fingers, watching as the overhead light highlighted her hair.
"Piotr, do you believe all those silly alternate futures that we keep coming across?"
"Shto?" He sat up, and she leaned against his chest, listening to his heart race.
"Well, we're married in every future we come upon," she answered. "I just thought--"
He raised a finger to her lips, silencing her. Tracing the soft curves dreamily, he muttered, "I don't know." Then he sat quietly again, pondering their future. So many arrows pointed to them being a couple. But just one had pointed to "them", making them the outcasts of the crowd.
Until recently.
"Why do we have to follow suit so carefully? Why can't we just let the chips fall where they may?" he asked, remembering a favorite saying of Logan's.
"Really?" she mused. "Have the Elf and Logan been teaching you more Poker jargon?"
He grinned. "Maybe, but it proves my point. I just want to go slowly." He looked into her eyes, causing her face to redden deeply. "I just want to spend time with you and not have to worry about conforming to some blasted timeline."
Giggling, she scooted to the edge of the bed. "I'll agree to that." She stood up and stretched her muscles, remembering exercises that Stevie had taught her what seemed like a lifetime ago.
"You...you are so...beautiful when you dance," he stuttered, admiring every curve of her small, cream-colored body.
She blushed when she realized he had been watching her. "I wasn't dancing," she mumbled bashfully. She plopped down on the bed again; the jiggling made her small breasts bounce up and down slightly.
"You are still beautiful," he answered.
She smiled demurely. "Still the charming farm boy, eh?"
He ran a tense hand through his thick, midnight-black hair. "Always."
She watched him as he continued to flail about nervously like a teenager with a crush. Wow, how she loved the man before her! Raven hair and deep blue eyes had always played hell with her female hormones. Not that she liked to admit it, of course.
He looked for any reason to immediately excuse himself from there. Being that close to her without touching was nerve-wracking. He wanted to twirl her chestnut hair around his fingertips again. He wanted to stroke that silky cream skin and smell the musky fragrance that was her. He wanted to kiss away all her doubts and fears.
My, how he loved the woman!
They both stared at each other, listening to their breathing meld and become one sound. Eyes distant, yet never too far from each other. Fingers intertwined like some monstrous hand.
"I love you," they both said simultaneously and then laughed nervously.
Me and you
And you and me
No matter how they tossed the dice
It had to be
The only one for me is you
And you for me
So happy together....
They settled under the warm comforter, arms around each other snugly. He gazed into her eyes, and she his, both smiling pleasantly. Nothing would ever pry them apart. Never, not ever, again.
They had their future days.
So happy together
So happy together
We're happy together...
Hope you all liked it. The ending went a little differently than I first wrote (trust me, that one involved a dark, schizophrenic Kitty depressed and wanting to end the hero life for something better...written during a darker, reflective mood.). A little mush, a little confusion, a little happiness. Life is good. For now, mwahahahahaaa. *hem*
I promise the prequel will explain all.....
Sorry...Gomen nasai...ummm, and Entschuldigung, bitte!
Also, the song "Happy Together" belongs to The Turtles and not to me!
This is the end of my "Letting The Cables Sleep" saga. Then I will give you a "prequel", if you will, that revolves around the X-Men's lives in the early 80s...the start to Kitty and Piotr's turbulent romance. I am happy about all the nice reviews I have received thus far about my stories. I really hope you all think I have potential since I do want to make this my career, no longer just a hobby for me. Thank you all, and this is a happy ending for all you Piotr/Kitty fans who still have hope! (sorry Kurtty fans, I like that couple on the cartoon, but this is my all-time comic couple!)
"L.T.C.S. Part Three/Final Chapter: Happy Together..."
By Ruth Richter-Woytsek
Imagine me and you, I do
I think about you day and night
It's only right
To think about the girl you love
And hold her tight
So happy together...
In the bathroom he stood, gazing at his reflection. He could not remember ever feeling so giddy. The woman he loved was under the covers in the next room, and he was, for the first time in ages, happy. He could smile at himself in the mirror and not feel angry or wounded. Or dead inside. For once, he didn't have to fake it....
She pulled the covers over her body and up to her neck. Some of that old "ugly duckling" feeling was beginning to creep upon her. Even though they had already been together once already, she still felt insecure. Sighing, she nervously pulled on her hair. Maybe she would always feel less than perfect....
He hummed cheerfully, touching his mirror twin briefly. He wrote "I love Katya" in the steam and admired his work. The steam began to clear away, and his fingerprints became smudges on the glass. Fingerprints and steam, melting into a memory.
Fingerprints and steam...fingerprints and steam...why did that sound vaguely familiar?
Suddenly. he laughed. Catching Kitty in the shower when they were younger, and seeing "I love Peter" written in the steam on the glass. Boy, that brought back memories! He remembered how embarrassed he had been when he had opened her door to talk to her and found her in her bathroom, naked. He had apologized and apologized, but she had been even more flustered because he had noticed what she had written. He had never felt more humiliated, but he had never felt as...elated either. He had many crushes in the Collective, and a couple of "lovers" also, but it had all been fun and fleeting, nothing more. Nothing like what he had felt, looking at her blushing, sweet face, and at hands that were miserably trying to erase the message. He had caught those soft, tiny hands in his and--
And Illyana had come in to get something, catching them.
But she had left with a knowing grin on her face, and had teased him profusely about marriage and children and....
And then...the other X-Men had become "concerned" with their feelings.
He shook his head and opened the door to join her. Now they were adults, and no one could take his heart away from him again.
The door to the bathroom creaked, startling her. No matter how many times they would be together like that, she would never get used to the fact that it wasn't just a silly dream. As a young girl in the mansion, she had often fantasized about Piotr, but nothing could prepare her for the reality. He was so much more than a loving apparition that haunted her daydreams. After all their years apart, after all the confusion and angst, she was "home", but it was still hard to believe.
I can't see me loving nobody but you
For all my life
When you're with me
Baby the skies will be blue
For all my life....
They sat together in bed, neither talking after an intense session of love-making but rather trying to catch their breath. She snuggled next to him, his warmth soothing her aching body. Her index finger traced the outline of his abs and pecs slowly, not missing a fold. He moaned, and she traveled down under the covers and touched his manhood. His body shifted warily back and forth. as if trying to escape her touch but at the same time, welcoming it. Tiny groans and gasps filled the air, and she stopped suddenly, leaving him a little frustrated.
"Oh, you know you love it," she laughed spitefully, "or you would make me stop."
"Never stop," he replied, grinning. He twirled curls of chestnut between his fingers, watching as the overhead light highlighted her hair.
"Piotr, do you believe all those silly alternate futures that we keep coming across?"
"Shto?" He sat up, and she leaned against his chest, listening to his heart race.
"Well, we're married in every future we come upon," she answered. "I just thought--"
He raised a finger to her lips, silencing her. Tracing the soft curves dreamily, he muttered, "I don't know." Then he sat quietly again, pondering their future. So many arrows pointed to them being a couple. But just one had pointed to "them", making them the outcasts of the crowd.
Until recently.
"Why do we have to follow suit so carefully? Why can't we just let the chips fall where they may?" he asked, remembering a favorite saying of Logan's.
"Really?" she mused. "Have the Elf and Logan been teaching you more Poker jargon?"
He grinned. "Maybe, but it proves my point. I just want to go slowly." He looked into her eyes, causing her face to redden deeply. "I just want to spend time with you and not have to worry about conforming to some blasted timeline."
Giggling, she scooted to the edge of the bed. "I'll agree to that." She stood up and stretched her muscles, remembering exercises that Stevie had taught her what seemed like a lifetime ago.
"You...you are so...beautiful when you dance," he stuttered, admiring every curve of her small, cream-colored body.
She blushed when she realized he had been watching her. "I wasn't dancing," she mumbled bashfully. She plopped down on the bed again; the jiggling made her small breasts bounce up and down slightly.
"You are still beautiful," he answered.
She smiled demurely. "Still the charming farm boy, eh?"
He ran a tense hand through his thick, midnight-black hair. "Always."
She watched him as he continued to flail about nervously like a teenager with a crush. Wow, how she loved the man before her! Raven hair and deep blue eyes had always played hell with her female hormones. Not that she liked to admit it, of course.
He looked for any reason to immediately excuse himself from there. Being that close to her without touching was nerve-wracking. He wanted to twirl her chestnut hair around his fingertips again. He wanted to stroke that silky cream skin and smell the musky fragrance that was her. He wanted to kiss away all her doubts and fears.
My, how he loved the woman!
They both stared at each other, listening to their breathing meld and become one sound. Eyes distant, yet never too far from each other. Fingers intertwined like some monstrous hand.
"I love you," they both said simultaneously and then laughed nervously.
Me and you
And you and me
No matter how they tossed the dice
It had to be
The only one for me is you
And you for me
So happy together....
They settled under the warm comforter, arms around each other snugly. He gazed into her eyes, and she his, both smiling pleasantly. Nothing would ever pry them apart. Never, not ever, again.
They had their future days.
So happy together
So happy together
We're happy together...
Hope you all liked it. The ending went a little differently than I first wrote (trust me, that one involved a dark, schizophrenic Kitty depressed and wanting to end the hero life for something better...written during a darker, reflective mood.). A little mush, a little confusion, a little happiness. Life is good. For now, mwahahahahaaa. *hem*
I promise the prequel will explain all.....