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Kitty tiptoed through the hallway, and crept towards the living room, where the giant TV stood. Tonight, for some reason, she couldn't sleep. It must have been Mr. McCoy's quiche, Kitty thought, as she stumbled through the dark hallway. But, it was just as well, she was in the mood to curl up on the couch with a couple movies and do a little late-night snacking. Suddenly her foot struck something, and Kitty lost her balance. As she fell backwards, a pair of strong, warm arms caught her. Kitty blinked in confusion and fright. She opened her mouth to scream, but a hand covered her mouth gently.
"Hey, relax Pryde, it's just me," Pietro said, holding up his hands and flicking on the light. Kitty gaped at him, and slow flush filled her cheeks as she took in how cute he looked with his hair rumpled, and how gorgeous he was when he wasn't mouthing off to her. Ugh, I CAN'T be thinking of him like that, Kitty thought horrified, and immediately snapped herself out of it.
"Are you okay, Pryde?" Pietro asked impatiently, waving a hand in front of her face.
"Yes I'm okay, why are you prowling around at night anyways, scaring everyone?" Kitty demanded, her hands on her hips.
"I should ask you the same thing," Pietro countered, his eyes scanning over her. Kitty blushed when she realized she was wearing only an oversized t-shirt and a really old pair of shorts that showed off way too much leg. There was a moment of silence.
"Ahem, well if you would just go back to bed, I can start my late- night movie marathon," Kitty replied indignantly, trying not to notice at the way Pietro was looking at her.
"No chance, Pryde. I'm planning a Star-Wars marathon tonight," Pietro said, holding out a handful of videos.
Kitty looked at the couch and back at Pietro who was glancing the same way. Without a word, Kitty sprinted to the couch. But of course, Pietro was already there in less than a second, laughing at her. Kitty gritted her teeth as Pietro grabbed the remote and settled into the seat. HER seat.
"I was here first, Pietro!" Kitty said angrily. She realized she sounded child-like, but somehow couldn't help herself. Why does all my maturity disappear when I'm around him? Kitty thought irritated.
"Au contraire, Pryde, face it, you were just too slow," Pietro said with that same irritating smug smile. "Besides, you can watch your chick flicks anytime."
" They are NOT chick flicks!" Kitty retorted, and tried to grab the remote unsuccessfully from Pietro. Pietro stood up, and strided over to the coffee table and began reading off the titles of the videos sitting there.
"Sleepless in Seattle, When Harry Met Sally, Someone Like You," Pietro read off, one by one. "Oh yeah this is a real diverse range of movies here, Kitty," Pietro finished sarcastically, looking back at her.
"Those aren't mine! That's Logan's collection!" Kitty said exasperated.
Pietro started laughing. "No kidding?"
"Yeah," Kitty snapped. "I'm watching the Princess Bride!"
"Sounds like a chick flick to me," Pietro remarked, looking at the cover of the movie. "Sorry, Pryde, the remote is mine."
"First of all, my name is KITTY! And second," Kitty said, furiously trying to control her flustered emotions.
"And second?" Pietro prompted, smirking at her.
"There is no way your intruding on my movie night!" Kitty said, and lunged wildly for the remote that Pietro had left on the couch. Pietro grabbed it, and Kitty forgot to phase, as they collided into one another. Kitty rolled onto her stomach and spied the remote under the table. She tried unsuccessfully to get out from underneath Pietro and grab it, but he had her arms easily pinned underneath him.
"You know, this is really getting us nowhere," Pietro remarked, grinning at the way Kitty kept glancing at the remote.
"Could you get OFF me, maybe?"
"No, I think I like the view," Pietro said, smiling down at her. Kitty flushed at the implication of his words and tried to get her mind to unscramble itself. Damn him, Kitty thought as she felt her eyes drift towards his lips. Suddenly a noise sounded upstairs. Pietro jumped off of her so quickly, that Kitty tumbled with him, forcing their heads closer together. Kitty's breath caught as she felt his lips press softly against her own for what seemed like hours.
They both pulled away at the same instant, staring at each other open mouthed. Kitty finally stopped gasping for breath and found her voice. "How DARE you!"
Pietro's eyes narrowed. "How DARE I?! You were the one that kissed ME!"
"WHAT?! That is SUCH a lie!" Kitty spat out, getting to her feet, which were still shaky from his kiss.
"For all I know, you could have PLANNED this!" Pietro retorted. Kitty's jaw dropped in indignation.
"As IF! Here I am, just trying to watch some movies when you practically ATTACK me!" Kitty said angrily.
"You were the one that attacked ME for the remote! You have a serious impulse control problem Pryde!"
"Oh YEAH?" Kitty spat out, her cheeks flushed high with color. Pietro stepped closer.
"YEAH!"
Suddenly, footsteps sounded in the hallway. Kitty gasped and Pietro paled as they recognized them to be none other than Logan's. Kitty barely registered what happened next when Pietro grabbed her hand, and pulled her under the coffee table.
"What are you doing?" Kitty hissed fiercely. Pietro put a finger to his lips. Kitty fell silent as she saw Logan's feet walk into the kitchen. She watched anxiously as Logan walked into the living room, stopped, and began sniffing suspiciously. Logan turned around for an instant. Pietro nodded at Kitty, grabbed her hand, and zoomed so fast past Logan, that all Kitty could feel was a breeze, almost as if she were flying.
Kitty found herself in front of her room. She opened her mouth to thank him, but Pietro was already gone. Sighing softly, Kitty snuck into her room and crept under the covers. What a night, Kitty thought, touching her lips lightly. It was a mistake, that's all. Just a mistake.
Kitty tiptoed through the hallway, and crept towards the living room, where the giant TV stood. Tonight, for some reason, she couldn't sleep. It must have been Mr. McCoy's quiche, Kitty thought, as she stumbled through the dark hallway. But, it was just as well, she was in the mood to curl up on the couch with a couple movies and do a little late-night snacking. Suddenly her foot struck something, and Kitty lost her balance. As she fell backwards, a pair of strong, warm arms caught her. Kitty blinked in confusion and fright. She opened her mouth to scream, but a hand covered her mouth gently.
"Hey, relax Pryde, it's just me," Pietro said, holding up his hands and flicking on the light. Kitty gaped at him, and slow flush filled her cheeks as she took in how cute he looked with his hair rumpled, and how gorgeous he was when he wasn't mouthing off to her. Ugh, I CAN'T be thinking of him like that, Kitty thought horrified, and immediately snapped herself out of it.
"Are you okay, Pryde?" Pietro asked impatiently, waving a hand in front of her face.
"Yes I'm okay, why are you prowling around at night anyways, scaring everyone?" Kitty demanded, her hands on her hips.
"I should ask you the same thing," Pietro countered, his eyes scanning over her. Kitty blushed when she realized she was wearing only an oversized t-shirt and a really old pair of shorts that showed off way too much leg. There was a moment of silence.
"Ahem, well if you would just go back to bed, I can start my late- night movie marathon," Kitty replied indignantly, trying not to notice at the way Pietro was looking at her.
"No chance, Pryde. I'm planning a Star-Wars marathon tonight," Pietro said, holding out a handful of videos.
Kitty looked at the couch and back at Pietro who was glancing the same way. Without a word, Kitty sprinted to the couch. But of course, Pietro was already there in less than a second, laughing at her. Kitty gritted her teeth as Pietro grabbed the remote and settled into the seat. HER seat.
"I was here first, Pietro!" Kitty said angrily. She realized she sounded child-like, but somehow couldn't help herself. Why does all my maturity disappear when I'm around him? Kitty thought irritated.
"Au contraire, Pryde, face it, you were just too slow," Pietro said with that same irritating smug smile. "Besides, you can watch your chick flicks anytime."
" They are NOT chick flicks!" Kitty retorted, and tried to grab the remote unsuccessfully from Pietro. Pietro stood up, and strided over to the coffee table and began reading off the titles of the videos sitting there.
"Sleepless in Seattle, When Harry Met Sally, Someone Like You," Pietro read off, one by one. "Oh yeah this is a real diverse range of movies here, Kitty," Pietro finished sarcastically, looking back at her.
"Those aren't mine! That's Logan's collection!" Kitty said exasperated.
Pietro started laughing. "No kidding?"
"Yeah," Kitty snapped. "I'm watching the Princess Bride!"
"Sounds like a chick flick to me," Pietro remarked, looking at the cover of the movie. "Sorry, Pryde, the remote is mine."
"First of all, my name is KITTY! And second," Kitty said, furiously trying to control her flustered emotions.
"And second?" Pietro prompted, smirking at her.
"There is no way your intruding on my movie night!" Kitty said, and lunged wildly for the remote that Pietro had left on the couch. Pietro grabbed it, and Kitty forgot to phase, as they collided into one another. Kitty rolled onto her stomach and spied the remote under the table. She tried unsuccessfully to get out from underneath Pietro and grab it, but he had her arms easily pinned underneath him.
"You know, this is really getting us nowhere," Pietro remarked, grinning at the way Kitty kept glancing at the remote.
"Could you get OFF me, maybe?"
"No, I think I like the view," Pietro said, smiling down at her. Kitty flushed at the implication of his words and tried to get her mind to unscramble itself. Damn him, Kitty thought as she felt her eyes drift towards his lips. Suddenly a noise sounded upstairs. Pietro jumped off of her so quickly, that Kitty tumbled with him, forcing their heads closer together. Kitty's breath caught as she felt his lips press softly against her own for what seemed like hours.
They both pulled away at the same instant, staring at each other open mouthed. Kitty finally stopped gasping for breath and found her voice. "How DARE you!"
Pietro's eyes narrowed. "How DARE I?! You were the one that kissed ME!"
"WHAT?! That is SUCH a lie!" Kitty spat out, getting to her feet, which were still shaky from his kiss.
"For all I know, you could have PLANNED this!" Pietro retorted. Kitty's jaw dropped in indignation.
"As IF! Here I am, just trying to watch some movies when you practically ATTACK me!" Kitty said angrily.
"You were the one that attacked ME for the remote! You have a serious impulse control problem Pryde!"
"Oh YEAH?" Kitty spat out, her cheeks flushed high with color. Pietro stepped closer.
"YEAH!"
Suddenly, footsteps sounded in the hallway. Kitty gasped and Pietro paled as they recognized them to be none other than Logan's. Kitty barely registered what happened next when Pietro grabbed her hand, and pulled her under the coffee table.
"What are you doing?" Kitty hissed fiercely. Pietro put a finger to his lips. Kitty fell silent as she saw Logan's feet walk into the kitchen. She watched anxiously as Logan walked into the living room, stopped, and began sniffing suspiciously. Logan turned around for an instant. Pietro nodded at Kitty, grabbed her hand, and zoomed so fast past Logan, that all Kitty could feel was a breeze, almost as if she were flying.
Kitty found herself in front of her room. She opened her mouth to thank him, but Pietro was already gone. Sighing softly, Kitty snuck into her room and crept under the covers. What a night, Kitty thought, touching her lips lightly. It was a mistake, that's all. Just a mistake.