Disclaimer: Still don't own anything but Viktoria Cole, as much as I'd like
to. (sighs)
Warning: This chapter includes some (okay, very little) lovey-dovey stuff, so if you don't like that, you can easily skim over it. It's not really important to the storyline. At all. (Oh yeah, and please review if you feel so inclined. It's really appreciated. Thanks.)
Chapter 5- Confusion and Football
Pietro watched out of the corner of his eye as she flipped the pages of some nameless beauty magazine. Probably Vogue, or Cosmo, knowing Viktoria like he did. Why women bothered reading those things in the first place was still a mystery to him. What new beauty secrets could possibly come out every month anyway? Viktoria didn't even wear make-up, she didn't need to, so what was the point?
Pietro shook his head in confusion and tried to focus on his book, but it was a hopeless cause. He couldn't get his mind off her, so of course his eyes kept straying to the nearby couch Viktoria was currently lounging on, her wrist propped up beside her.
Here he was, missing her in ridiculous amounts, and all he could do was sit there like a hurt little kid. All Pietro had wanted in the world for the past few weeks were to wake up beside her, take her in his arms... But he still just sat there, watching her intently from 5 feet away. When did I get this stubborn and pathetic? Pietro asked himself.
"Are you alright, Pietro?" Viktoria asked. Looking up from her magazine, she noticed the torn expression on his face. As if he was battling with himself over something.
"Huh?"
"Is something wrong?" she repeated slowly. "You look- I don't know. Deep in thought?"
"Oh. Oh, no. I don't know. I guess. I've just missed you. A lot." Pietro felt his face grow hot and he turned to face the window. Viktoria smiled at the back of his head and stood up, plunking down next to his embarrassed form on the couch. She reached out to touch his chin, turning it back towards her. "I missed you too- you have no idea how much."
Her fingers snaked through his silvery hair as he turned and slipped his hands around her waist. The kiss was soft and light, almost barely a kiss at all until Pietro leaned forward, pressing his lips against Viktoria's, causing her to moan gently.
"You have no idea how much I missed THAT," Pietro whispered against her cheek. He pulled her onto his lap and kissed her again as Viktoria felt swift tingles travel down her spine like tiny bolts of electricity. She tugged him close, her head nestling against his neck. "Do you want to go for a walk or something?" Pietro asked, stroking her hair lightly. She nodded, hearing the noise from the other room growing louder.
They both stood up and silently fled out onto the balcony. Pietro wrapped his arms around Viktoria, his lips caressing her cheek softly. "Beautiful," he murmured in her ear.
"The stars?" she whispered back. "Of course." Pietro winked at her playfully. "You didn't think I meant you, right?" He smiled broadly, awaiting the smack from Viktoria, which she quickly provided. "I hate you sometimes," Viktoria said, sticking her tongue out at him.
"Nah, you don't mean that." Pietro smiled down at her, rapping her lightly on the nose. Viktoria crossed her arms defiantly, but a smile crept to her lips anyway. "I hate it when you do that!"
"That's okay, cause I love you," Pietro replied. "That should more than make up for your hatred, don't you think?" Viktoria shrugged, her back still to him. "Maybe..." She turned to face him, her eyes behind the glasses uncertain. "Do you really? Love me?"
"Of course. I don't know why I waited until now to say, but it's true. I love you very much." He said it so simply, as if was a fact he read, rather than an emotion he felt. Staring at her, he noticed her eyes sparkled in the dark. Why didn't I ever see that before? When did I stop being so self- absorbed to notice I'm hopelessly in love with this girl? Why didn't I tell her before now?
Pietro snapped his head out of the clouds, and focused on Viktoria once again. He swept her up in his arms, spinning her around in a circle. "I love you!"
Viktoria laughed happily. "I love you too, Pietro." They kissed again, nearly overflowing with joy and excitement.
"Uh, hey you guys... you wanna play some nighttime football?" Bobby was leaning in the now open doorway. "Everybody's already downstairs."
Pietro and Viktoria exchanged a glance and quickly jumped away from each other, embarrassment etched in their features. Bobby chuckled softly at the couple, tossing the football from hand to hand. "Um, yeah, sure. Football. Sounds good." They followed Bobby down the stairs and joined the others.
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The group divided up on the field; Hank, Jean, Rogue, Logan, Warran, and Pietro produced one team. Then Scott, Kurt, Wanda, Remy, Ororo, and Bobby formed the other, while Viktoria and Kitty provided support from the sidelines in the form of cheerleaders. Viktoria grumbled briefly about her inability to play due to her wrist, but Kitty quickly talked her into cheering instead.
"Can I at least referee the game, Hank? Please?" But Hank nodded his head, finally giving in to the smaller blonde. "Let me explain the rules, then you can take over." Hank turned to address the teams. "Okay, there are two rules. No powers. And no excessive aggression, this is only tackle football, not mutilate and main football. You don't need to kill someone to get the ball, and I'm not exactly keen on dealing with 12 mutants in the infirmary. That understood?"
When everyone nodded, he continued. "We flipped a coin earlier, and Scott's team has the ball first."
The two teams for over an hour and half before everyone decided it was getting too muddy to go on. Professor X met them as they walked back in; each caked in mud and snow, save Viktoria and Kitty, but all smiling happily.
"So who won?" the Professor asked. Bobby shook his head in disbelief. "Can you believe it? We tied! And after almost 2 hours, too!" He rubbed his dirty hands on his jeans, then grimaced and headed to his room to clean off.
"Ve were this close too!" Kurt was saying to Kitty. Kitty nodded sympathetically, while the Professor chuckled softly. "Maybe next time, Kurt." Kurt shrugged, and then grabbed Kitty for a hug.
"EWWW! Oh god, ew! You're all muddy Kurt! Lemme go!" Kitty struggled to get free which just caused more mud to smear on her. "Ew, my hair is so gross..." She ran off in the direction of the nearest bathroom. The others dragged themselves to their rooms, leaving muddy prints on the floor behind them.
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Dear Journal~ March 3rd
Tonight was SO much fun. We played nighttime football, well, I didn't, but Kitty and I cheered - which was better than just sitting around watching the game. Stupid wrist.
Hmm, I guess I better explain that, huh? Well, lots of stuff has happened in the last 24 hours or so. Maybe it's 25, but who's counting, right? Anyway, Pietro came back this morning! Safe and sound, thank god. Told us all about his little misadventures. Who knew hearing about blowing things up could be so entertaining?
Well, not two seconds later, seriously, two flippin seconds (!), Wanda struts in and has a cow. I swear, that bitch is UNSTABLE! So she hexed me cause I said I wouldn't need poison to kill her. (Harmless comment if you ask me.) Now I'm stuck with a strained wrist, hence the not being able to play pigskin with everyone. And a black eye, and some bruises. Nothing fatal or anything, but damn, she didn't need to freak out like that.
Anyway, I think that's it- tomorrow Kitty and I are supposed to do this Danger Room simulation with Logan. Ack. I mean, I'm not worried, okay, maybe a TINY bit, but Bobby told me about yesterday and it's just holograms and stuff. Kitty said one time she forgot to phase and tripped over one of the robots they use to practice against and landed smack on her face.
Oh yeah. THAT sounds like fun. I figure as long as I keep my wits about me, I should do alright. I mean, how hard could a few robots be to destroy?
Warning: This chapter includes some (okay, very little) lovey-dovey stuff, so if you don't like that, you can easily skim over it. It's not really important to the storyline. At all. (Oh yeah, and please review if you feel so inclined. It's really appreciated. Thanks.)
Chapter 5- Confusion and Football
Pietro watched out of the corner of his eye as she flipped the pages of some nameless beauty magazine. Probably Vogue, or Cosmo, knowing Viktoria like he did. Why women bothered reading those things in the first place was still a mystery to him. What new beauty secrets could possibly come out every month anyway? Viktoria didn't even wear make-up, she didn't need to, so what was the point?
Pietro shook his head in confusion and tried to focus on his book, but it was a hopeless cause. He couldn't get his mind off her, so of course his eyes kept straying to the nearby couch Viktoria was currently lounging on, her wrist propped up beside her.
Here he was, missing her in ridiculous amounts, and all he could do was sit there like a hurt little kid. All Pietro had wanted in the world for the past few weeks were to wake up beside her, take her in his arms... But he still just sat there, watching her intently from 5 feet away. When did I get this stubborn and pathetic? Pietro asked himself.
"Are you alright, Pietro?" Viktoria asked. Looking up from her magazine, she noticed the torn expression on his face. As if he was battling with himself over something.
"Huh?"
"Is something wrong?" she repeated slowly. "You look- I don't know. Deep in thought?"
"Oh. Oh, no. I don't know. I guess. I've just missed you. A lot." Pietro felt his face grow hot and he turned to face the window. Viktoria smiled at the back of his head and stood up, plunking down next to his embarrassed form on the couch. She reached out to touch his chin, turning it back towards her. "I missed you too- you have no idea how much."
Her fingers snaked through his silvery hair as he turned and slipped his hands around her waist. The kiss was soft and light, almost barely a kiss at all until Pietro leaned forward, pressing his lips against Viktoria's, causing her to moan gently.
"You have no idea how much I missed THAT," Pietro whispered against her cheek. He pulled her onto his lap and kissed her again as Viktoria felt swift tingles travel down her spine like tiny bolts of electricity. She tugged him close, her head nestling against his neck. "Do you want to go for a walk or something?" Pietro asked, stroking her hair lightly. She nodded, hearing the noise from the other room growing louder.
They both stood up and silently fled out onto the balcony. Pietro wrapped his arms around Viktoria, his lips caressing her cheek softly. "Beautiful," he murmured in her ear.
"The stars?" she whispered back. "Of course." Pietro winked at her playfully. "You didn't think I meant you, right?" He smiled broadly, awaiting the smack from Viktoria, which she quickly provided. "I hate you sometimes," Viktoria said, sticking her tongue out at him.
"Nah, you don't mean that." Pietro smiled down at her, rapping her lightly on the nose. Viktoria crossed her arms defiantly, but a smile crept to her lips anyway. "I hate it when you do that!"
"That's okay, cause I love you," Pietro replied. "That should more than make up for your hatred, don't you think?" Viktoria shrugged, her back still to him. "Maybe..." She turned to face him, her eyes behind the glasses uncertain. "Do you really? Love me?"
"Of course. I don't know why I waited until now to say, but it's true. I love you very much." He said it so simply, as if was a fact he read, rather than an emotion he felt. Staring at her, he noticed her eyes sparkled in the dark. Why didn't I ever see that before? When did I stop being so self- absorbed to notice I'm hopelessly in love with this girl? Why didn't I tell her before now?
Pietro snapped his head out of the clouds, and focused on Viktoria once again. He swept her up in his arms, spinning her around in a circle. "I love you!"
Viktoria laughed happily. "I love you too, Pietro." They kissed again, nearly overflowing with joy and excitement.
"Uh, hey you guys... you wanna play some nighttime football?" Bobby was leaning in the now open doorway. "Everybody's already downstairs."
Pietro and Viktoria exchanged a glance and quickly jumped away from each other, embarrassment etched in their features. Bobby chuckled softly at the couple, tossing the football from hand to hand. "Um, yeah, sure. Football. Sounds good." They followed Bobby down the stairs and joined the others.
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The group divided up on the field; Hank, Jean, Rogue, Logan, Warran, and Pietro produced one team. Then Scott, Kurt, Wanda, Remy, Ororo, and Bobby formed the other, while Viktoria and Kitty provided support from the sidelines in the form of cheerleaders. Viktoria grumbled briefly about her inability to play due to her wrist, but Kitty quickly talked her into cheering instead.
"Can I at least referee the game, Hank? Please?" But Hank nodded his head, finally giving in to the smaller blonde. "Let me explain the rules, then you can take over." Hank turned to address the teams. "Okay, there are two rules. No powers. And no excessive aggression, this is only tackle football, not mutilate and main football. You don't need to kill someone to get the ball, and I'm not exactly keen on dealing with 12 mutants in the infirmary. That understood?"
When everyone nodded, he continued. "We flipped a coin earlier, and Scott's team has the ball first."
The two teams for over an hour and half before everyone decided it was getting too muddy to go on. Professor X met them as they walked back in; each caked in mud and snow, save Viktoria and Kitty, but all smiling happily.
"So who won?" the Professor asked. Bobby shook his head in disbelief. "Can you believe it? We tied! And after almost 2 hours, too!" He rubbed his dirty hands on his jeans, then grimaced and headed to his room to clean off.
"Ve were this close too!" Kurt was saying to Kitty. Kitty nodded sympathetically, while the Professor chuckled softly. "Maybe next time, Kurt." Kurt shrugged, and then grabbed Kitty for a hug.
"EWWW! Oh god, ew! You're all muddy Kurt! Lemme go!" Kitty struggled to get free which just caused more mud to smear on her. "Ew, my hair is so gross..." She ran off in the direction of the nearest bathroom. The others dragged themselves to their rooms, leaving muddy prints on the floor behind them.
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Dear Journal~ March 3rd
Tonight was SO much fun. We played nighttime football, well, I didn't, but Kitty and I cheered - which was better than just sitting around watching the game. Stupid wrist.
Hmm, I guess I better explain that, huh? Well, lots of stuff has happened in the last 24 hours or so. Maybe it's 25, but who's counting, right? Anyway, Pietro came back this morning! Safe and sound, thank god. Told us all about his little misadventures. Who knew hearing about blowing things up could be so entertaining?
Well, not two seconds later, seriously, two flippin seconds (!), Wanda struts in and has a cow. I swear, that bitch is UNSTABLE! So she hexed me cause I said I wouldn't need poison to kill her. (Harmless comment if you ask me.) Now I'm stuck with a strained wrist, hence the not being able to play pigskin with everyone. And a black eye, and some bruises. Nothing fatal or anything, but damn, she didn't need to freak out like that.
Anyway, I think that's it- tomorrow Kitty and I are supposed to do this Danger Room simulation with Logan. Ack. I mean, I'm not worried, okay, maybe a TINY bit, but Bobby told me about yesterday and it's just holograms and stuff. Kitty said one time she forgot to phase and tripped over one of the robots they use to practice against and landed smack on her face.
Oh yeah. THAT sounds like fun. I figure as long as I keep my wits about me, I should do alright. I mean, how hard could a few robots be to destroy?