A/N: Hey, it's been a while, hasn't it? Okay, basic plot: dream sequence. That'll explain any holes in my story, or OOCishness. Muahahahahaha!
Kitty Pryde slumbered in her hotel room, thoroughly worn out by the day's events. Dead to the world. By the time they had found a suitable hotel - meaning one where the employees & patrons hadn't recognized them as the mutants on television - time had wound itself down to four o'clock in the morning. She had found the energy to shower and brush her teeth, but the girl was plain tuckered out. It was a wonder she was even able to keep herself from falling asleep. In fact, she hadn't expressed concern when Wanda offered her a pink nightshirt to sleep in - nor the fact that it was, indeed, pink. After dressing herself, the young girl slipped underneath the beddings and dozed off, leaving Jean, Rogue and Wanda to bicker about who was next in line for the shower.
It was a rather fitful sleep, actually, her mind had yet to wander into the troubles she and her friends encountered. Things such as fighting a gigantic, killer robot; losing her friends to a secret, military organization for experimentation and interrogation; or watching her so-called boyfriend try to drop a metal ceiling onto a group of soldiers, intent on crushing their bodies with a few tons of reinforced steel. Whoops..... there, the image raced through her mind, Lance using the seismic energy he generates to bring bring the walls down upon their attackers. She relived the memory again, and again, and again, and again.
"Shhh," the voice came to her. Kitty could feel the soothing hands against her body, calming her, reassuring her. She could feel the thin, smooth fingers brushing her hair from her face. It must have been Jean, she was most likely to wake first if anyone had trouble sleeping. It might have been Rogue, whose deep, caring side lay underneath that Goth exterior - 'no', she reminded herself. If it had been her roommate, she would have likely passed out by now. 'Wanda!' Kitty exclaimed to herself. Now that would be something! A stranger, an enemy, comforting her while she slept. A smile came to her lips at the sheer absurdity of it all.
Her head jostled against her pillow as she placed her lips against the palm of such a kind hand. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice softened as it passed her lips, coming against flesh.
"Any time, Kitty Cat." A boy's voice! In the girls' room! Her eyes shot open as she looked at the intruder.
Even as he smiled at her - with only kindness in his eyes; not malice, nor his usual arrogance - she edged back until her head thumped against the wall. "P-Pietro! What are you doing here?" Kitty sat up, resting her back against the headboard as her suspicious eyes fell on the young mutant before her.
Pietro chuckled briefly, falling onto the bed. He rested before her feet, on his side, as he propped his head on an elbow. "Let's see... I was wounded by Wanda earlier and should be somewhere recovering. Also, new footage had gotten out all over New York, causing a panic all over the streets. You would have known by now that Magneto and myself weren't killed in that explosion, so we'd probably try to find a safe place to hole out somewhere, which would probbaly be in Europe where my father has most of his resources. Now, why in the world would I be here?"
"Because you were sent to spy on us!" The words flowed quickly, as did the accusations. It was simply met with a raised brow. "Because... because you're not here."
Smiling, he rose from his spot and lightly tapped a finger on her nose. He soon resumed his spot before her feet. "Exactly. So, what am I doing here, Kitty, instead of Lance?"
"Well....." her eyes were downcast, focused on the black sweater Dream-Pietro worse, instead of his face.
"Because he tried to kill some people, and everybody - especially you - disapproves." She nodded. He sat up, moving aside her blanket enough to slip his hands over her feet. "Well, I'm not complaining. It's always flattering to find yourself in a beautiful girl's dreams, isn't it?"
She grinned as Pietro's hands smoothed over her feet, his fingers rolling, squeezing, massaging. It felt good. Even if it was someone who turned on his teammates, someone who wasn't her boyfriend, someone who'd never shown feelings for her one way or another. Still..... it felt good. His hands slid down her right side, smoothing over her ankle, then calf as he lifted her foot against his face. Kitty could feel the warmth of his cheek against the sole of her foot, she couldn't stop herself from wiggling her toes into Pietro's platinum strands. Her mouth fell open as Pietro begun to kiss her instep, then all over. From the tip of her toes all the way to the dimples in the back of her knee, and back up again.
Pietro's eyes locked onto her own, before sliding his lips over her big toe. She squealed, tightly clutching her blanket against her body as Pietro suckled against her skin. The comforter lifted as she pulled it tighter, almost as if... as if she was inviting him closer. He liftend the edge of the comforter and dashed beneath the covers. In the darkness, warm lips met warm lips, only to be illuminated as Pietro threw his arm back. The covers flew over his head and past his back, folding against Kitty's knees as it dropped back to the bed.
"Well... it's your dream, Kitty. Whatever will you do with me?" His breath came down hot against her mouth, cascading over her chin, cheeks & throat. The girl's cheeks flushed as their eyes locked on to one another. She knew she shouldn't be having dreams like these, with this person - or enjoying it so much.
Yet she was. It wasn't as if it was cheating, anyways. Besides, she and Lance weren't even that serious, they had yet to start kissing.
"I think I'm going to like this dream."
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GAH! Sorry folks, that's all the time I've got for now. I'll finish it up sometime, and add on.
Kitty Pryde slumbered in her hotel room, thoroughly worn out by the day's events. Dead to the world. By the time they had found a suitable hotel - meaning one where the employees & patrons hadn't recognized them as the mutants on television - time had wound itself down to four o'clock in the morning. She had found the energy to shower and brush her teeth, but the girl was plain tuckered out. It was a wonder she was even able to keep herself from falling asleep. In fact, she hadn't expressed concern when Wanda offered her a pink nightshirt to sleep in - nor the fact that it was, indeed, pink. After dressing herself, the young girl slipped underneath the beddings and dozed off, leaving Jean, Rogue and Wanda to bicker about who was next in line for the shower.
It was a rather fitful sleep, actually, her mind had yet to wander into the troubles she and her friends encountered. Things such as fighting a gigantic, killer robot; losing her friends to a secret, military organization for experimentation and interrogation; or watching her so-called boyfriend try to drop a metal ceiling onto a group of soldiers, intent on crushing their bodies with a few tons of reinforced steel. Whoops..... there, the image raced through her mind, Lance using the seismic energy he generates to bring bring the walls down upon their attackers. She relived the memory again, and again, and again, and again.
"Shhh," the voice came to her. Kitty could feel the soothing hands against her body, calming her, reassuring her. She could feel the thin, smooth fingers brushing her hair from her face. It must have been Jean, she was most likely to wake first if anyone had trouble sleeping. It might have been Rogue, whose deep, caring side lay underneath that Goth exterior - 'no', she reminded herself. If it had been her roommate, she would have likely passed out by now. 'Wanda!' Kitty exclaimed to herself. Now that would be something! A stranger, an enemy, comforting her while she slept. A smile came to her lips at the sheer absurdity of it all.
Her head jostled against her pillow as she placed her lips against the palm of such a kind hand. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice softened as it passed her lips, coming against flesh.
"Any time, Kitty Cat." A boy's voice! In the girls' room! Her eyes shot open as she looked at the intruder.
Even as he smiled at her - with only kindness in his eyes; not malice, nor his usual arrogance - she edged back until her head thumped against the wall. "P-Pietro! What are you doing here?" Kitty sat up, resting her back against the headboard as her suspicious eyes fell on the young mutant before her.
Pietro chuckled briefly, falling onto the bed. He rested before her feet, on his side, as he propped his head on an elbow. "Let's see... I was wounded by Wanda earlier and should be somewhere recovering. Also, new footage had gotten out all over New York, causing a panic all over the streets. You would have known by now that Magneto and myself weren't killed in that explosion, so we'd probably try to find a safe place to hole out somewhere, which would probbaly be in Europe where my father has most of his resources. Now, why in the world would I be here?"
"Because you were sent to spy on us!" The words flowed quickly, as did the accusations. It was simply met with a raised brow. "Because... because you're not here."
Smiling, he rose from his spot and lightly tapped a finger on her nose. He soon resumed his spot before her feet. "Exactly. So, what am I doing here, Kitty, instead of Lance?"
"Well....." her eyes were downcast, focused on the black sweater Dream-Pietro worse, instead of his face.
"Because he tried to kill some people, and everybody - especially you - disapproves." She nodded. He sat up, moving aside her blanket enough to slip his hands over her feet. "Well, I'm not complaining. It's always flattering to find yourself in a beautiful girl's dreams, isn't it?"
She grinned as Pietro's hands smoothed over her feet, his fingers rolling, squeezing, massaging. It felt good. Even if it was someone who turned on his teammates, someone who wasn't her boyfriend, someone who'd never shown feelings for her one way or another. Still..... it felt good. His hands slid down her right side, smoothing over her ankle, then calf as he lifted her foot against his face. Kitty could feel the warmth of his cheek against the sole of her foot, she couldn't stop herself from wiggling her toes into Pietro's platinum strands. Her mouth fell open as Pietro begun to kiss her instep, then all over. From the tip of her toes all the way to the dimples in the back of her knee, and back up again.
Pietro's eyes locked onto her own, before sliding his lips over her big toe. She squealed, tightly clutching her blanket against her body as Pietro suckled against her skin. The comforter lifted as she pulled it tighter, almost as if... as if she was inviting him closer. He liftend the edge of the comforter and dashed beneath the covers. In the darkness, warm lips met warm lips, only to be illuminated as Pietro threw his arm back. The covers flew over his head and past his back, folding against Kitty's knees as it dropped back to the bed.
"Well... it's your dream, Kitty. Whatever will you do with me?" His breath came down hot against her mouth, cascading over her chin, cheeks & throat. The girl's cheeks flushed as their eyes locked on to one another. She knew she shouldn't be having dreams like these, with this person - or enjoying it so much.
Yet she was. It wasn't as if it was cheating, anyways. Besides, she and Lance weren't even that serious, they had yet to start kissing.
"I think I'm going to like this dream."
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GAH! Sorry folks, that's all the time I've got for now. I'll finish it up sometime, and add on.