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Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine. :::Pout::: Guess'll just have to torture them without their owners permission!
Notes: Like you didn't know already that Alyx and Jenn are the only reason this bad boy isn't getting dusty (or whatever old, unused files do) on my hard drive.
Part 7:
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.
It had never been about sex. Never. It wasn't even about physicality, and being close to some one. Both Kitty and Scott got that somewhere else, from someone else. No, Scott and Kitty's relationship was about the light and warmth that kept away the dark. It was all mental, mental therapy. By baring their souls, and their bodies, the darkness could be scrubbed away.
It seemed to Kitty, that basically they were kneeling naked in front of each other and the whole concept would be more effective if they really were naked. After all, they had been intimate several times, and nudity did remove all the awkward tension, which had ensued afterwards.
Scott waited for Kitty in bed. He looked away tactfully, waiting for her as she undressed on her side of the bed and crawled into the bed beside him.
"Hey Scott. How's it going?"
"Okay. And you?" It was the way they always started their time together.
"Better now," Kitty leaned back against a pillow. She looked pale and weak but managed to smile for him.
"Talk to me," Scott leaned over to hug her.
The door slammed open just as Kitty and Scott embraced. Jean and Bobby stood in the doorway, she furious, he devastated.
Kitty and Scott sprang apart as if scalded.
"Jean, this isn't what it looks like," Kitty tried to explain, knowing it was futile.
"Oh really? Not what it looks like? 'Cause it looks like you're in bed with my fiancée," Jean's voice was distinctly cold, and harsh. Kitty shivered involuntarily.
Scott noticed Kitty's shiver. "It's back," he whispered flatly and reached out to touch Kitty.
"Don't." Bobby glared at his once mentor.
"Please Bobby," Kitty begged noticing the light getting increasingly dimmer. Bobby looked at the floor, believing she had chosen Scott. When he met Kitty's eyes his heart was breaking, "No! Bobby, no." Kitty sighed. She picked up her shirt.
Scott rebelled at Kitty's act of submission. They couldn't give up! The professor would understand, he would help Jean and Bobby understand as well. But something in him, something he'd hoped he'd banished forever with Kitty's help, told him it was hopeless. He let out a long sad sigh, and Kitty handed him his pants.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Archiving: Please ask!
Feedback: No thanks, I've had enough. JUST KIDDING!!! Feedback, feedback, feedback!
Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine. :::Pout::: Guess'll just have to torture them without their owners permission!
Notes: Like you didn't know already that Alyx and Jenn are the only reason this bad boy isn't getting dusty (or whatever old, unused files do) on my hard drive.
Part 7:
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.
It had never been about sex. Never. It wasn't even about physicality, and being close to some one. Both Kitty and Scott got that somewhere else, from someone else. No, Scott and Kitty's relationship was about the light and warmth that kept away the dark. It was all mental, mental therapy. By baring their souls, and their bodies, the darkness could be scrubbed away.
It seemed to Kitty, that basically they were kneeling naked in front of each other and the whole concept would be more effective if they really were naked. After all, they had been intimate several times, and nudity did remove all the awkward tension, which had ensued afterwards.
Scott waited for Kitty in bed. He looked away tactfully, waiting for her as she undressed on her side of the bed and crawled into the bed beside him.
"Hey Scott. How's it going?"
"Okay. And you?" It was the way they always started their time together.
"Better now," Kitty leaned back against a pillow. She looked pale and weak but managed to smile for him.
"Talk to me," Scott leaned over to hug her.
The door slammed open just as Kitty and Scott embraced. Jean and Bobby stood in the doorway, she furious, he devastated.
Kitty and Scott sprang apart as if scalded.
"Jean, this isn't what it looks like," Kitty tried to explain, knowing it was futile.
"Oh really? Not what it looks like? 'Cause it looks like you're in bed with my fiancée," Jean's voice was distinctly cold, and harsh. Kitty shivered involuntarily.
Scott noticed Kitty's shiver. "It's back," he whispered flatly and reached out to touch Kitty.
"Don't." Bobby glared at his once mentor.
"Please Bobby," Kitty begged noticing the light getting increasingly dimmer. Bobby looked at the floor, believing she had chosen Scott. When he met Kitty's eyes his heart was breaking, "No! Bobby, no." Kitty sighed. She picked up her shirt.
Scott rebelled at Kitty's act of submission. They couldn't give up! The professor would understand, he would help Jean and Bobby understand as well. But something in him, something he'd hoped he'd banished forever with Kitty's help, told him it was hopeless. He let out a long sad sigh, and Kitty handed him his pants.
CHAPTER EIGHT