Rating: PG-13 for implied sex
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Notes: Again thanks to Alyx who absolutely ROCKS (and is a really good BETA too!) And Jenn who pre-read and is already pestering me for a sequel!
Part 5:
She knew it was a bad idea.
He knew they'd only end up hurting the people they loved.
They both knew they'd do it anyway. They did.
It amazed her, how good it could be.
He'd never had anything like it.
They both knew they couldn't let go of what ever it was they had found.
She knew it was breaking Bobby's heart.
He knew Jean was growing lonely and bitter.
They both knew that hearts would be broken before it ended, but they couldn't stop.
She cried, he cried.
He left, she yelled.
They both remembered.
Scott was like a drug. She simply had to see him, talk to him. At least ten times a day. More if possible.
Sometimes she was the only way he got through the day. Sure life was lighter, warmer. But they were both desperate for more. Like a contestant on Survivor who had just seen a hot buffet.
It wasn't so much that she was attracted to him, because she wasn't. Attraction wasn't the point. He was certainly hot, but he was her best friend. She just needed to be close to him- as close as possible.
It wasn't so much that he wanted her as that he wanted her. And yeah, in retrospect there was probably a better way of going about it. To have a source to draw from was overwhelming and exhilarating. They needed more and they needed it now. They needed a stronger bond and sex was what happened. After she asked frankly "You were thinking about Jean weren't you?"
"Yeah." He admitted. "Were you thinking about Bobby?"
"Yeah."
"Pretending I was him?" Scott hated the idea, because it defeated...whatever the thing they had was.
"No. You do know this was not a smart move don't you?" She turned and looked at him.
"Well yeah, in retrospect," He gazed at the ceiling.
"I know. But it's too late now..." Kitty sighed one of those I-don't-know-what-to-say-next-but-someone-has-to say-something sighs she had. And Scott recognized it. Funny it didn't feel like a mistake, mentally it was wrong, and emotionally, she didn't love him like that.
"Yeah. There are probably smarter ways to do what we needed to do...save each others lives or something." Scott pondered.
"We've done that. And not just in battles." Kitty pointed out. "Besides, it really is too late. And we can't just go and do something else now. We can't pretend this never happened. It'd defeat the whole point."
"Which is, what exactly?" Scott asked, straightforward as ever.
"Exactly? Oh, I don't know Scott...that thing we have that's deeper than anything. Deeper than friendship, or love, or soul mates..."
"Need?"
"I was going for something that didn't sound so clichéd, 'cause it isn't clichéd. It just..."
"Is?"
"Yeah."
CHAPTER SIX
Archiving: Please ask
Disclaimer: Oh I wish they were mine, I really do. But they aren't and I admit it. Please don't sue!
Feedback: Pretty please?
Notes: Again thanks to Alyx who absolutely ROCKS (and is a really good BETA too!) And Jenn who pre-read and is already pestering me for a sequel!
Part 5:
She knew it was a bad idea.
He knew they'd only end up hurting the people they loved.
They both knew they'd do it anyway. They did.
It amazed her, how good it could be.
He'd never had anything like it.
They both knew they couldn't let go of what ever it was they had found.
She knew it was breaking Bobby's heart.
He knew Jean was growing lonely and bitter.
They both knew that hearts would be broken before it ended, but they couldn't stop.
She cried, he cried.
He left, she yelled.
They both remembered.
Scott was like a drug. She simply had to see him, talk to him. At least ten times a day. More if possible.
Sometimes she was the only way he got through the day. Sure life was lighter, warmer. But they were both desperate for more. Like a contestant on Survivor who had just seen a hot buffet.
It wasn't so much that she was attracted to him, because she wasn't. Attraction wasn't the point. He was certainly hot, but he was her best friend. She just needed to be close to him- as close as possible.
It wasn't so much that he wanted her as that he wanted her. And yeah, in retrospect there was probably a better way of going about it. To have a source to draw from was overwhelming and exhilarating. They needed more and they needed it now. They needed a stronger bond and sex was what happened. After she asked frankly "You were thinking about Jean weren't you?"
"Yeah." He admitted. "Were you thinking about Bobby?"
"Yeah."
"Pretending I was him?" Scott hated the idea, because it defeated...whatever the thing they had was.
"No. You do know this was not a smart move don't you?" She turned and looked at him.
"Well yeah, in retrospect," He gazed at the ceiling.
"I know. But it's too late now..." Kitty sighed one of those I-don't-know-what-to-say-next-but-someone-has-to say-something sighs she had. And Scott recognized it. Funny it didn't feel like a mistake, mentally it was wrong, and emotionally, she didn't love him like that.
"Yeah. There are probably smarter ways to do what we needed to do...save each others lives or something." Scott pondered.
"We've done that. And not just in battles." Kitty pointed out. "Besides, it really is too late. And we can't just go and do something else now. We can't pretend this never happened. It'd defeat the whole point."
"Which is, what exactly?" Scott asked, straightforward as ever.
"Exactly? Oh, I don't know Scott...that thing we have that's deeper than anything. Deeper than friendship, or love, or soul mates..."
"Need?"
"I was going for something that didn't sound so clichéd, 'cause it isn't clichéd. It just..."
"Is?"
"Yeah."
CHAPTER SIX