Disclaimer, etc. in Prologue.

Chapter 3

As his lips found Kitty's, Lance felt a warm little shiver skitter down his spine even as she stiffened in shock. Kitty Pryde—sweet and innocent Kitty Pryde—wanted him to teach her how to be "bad".

And she, poor thing, had absolutely no idea what he had in store for her. Well, he was more than willing to give her a sneak preview.

Lance slid a hand behind Kitty's neck and angled her head so that he could deepen the kiss. His tongue slid over the seam of her lips once, twice, three-times before he nipped at her lower lip. Her surprised gasp provided the opening he needed. In the next instant, Lance had slipped his tongue inside her warm, unsuspecting mouth. He couldn't quite hold back his groan.

God, she tastes… Unable to define her flavor, Lance slid his tongue against hers, probing deeper into the humid recesses of her mouth. She tastes like…

Kitty made a small sound in the back of her throat. Whether it was in protest or pleasure, he didn't know. Nor did he really care at the moment.

He got his answer however, when he felt her free hand skim a hesitant path up his arm before coming to rest at his nape, her fingers weaving themselves through his hair. Her slick tongue moved shyly against his, then retreated, then repeated the motion. This time, she grew bolder, curling and sliding her tongue against his in an arousing little duel that left Lance burning and a little light-headed.

Vaguely, he remembered that they both needed to breathe.

Slowly, reluctantly, he pulled away. Kitty made a low sound—definitely one of protest—and her hand tightened briefly at his nape. Looking down at her flushed cheeks, her blue-grey eyes cloudy, her breath coming in small rapid puffs, Lance had to restrain himself from taking her mouth again.

He stared at the mouth in question—all rosy and moist from the thorough kissing—and couldn't help but lick his own lips, trying to recapture her elusive flavor. She tastes like…She tastes like pure—

And suddenly he had it. Pure. She tasted like purity, like innocence. Like virgin.

For some reason, the thought did absolutely nothing to help lower Lance's already racing heartbeat. Instead, it made his blood hum with an almost savage anticipation.

A lazy half-smile spread across his face.

"Well, damn," he murmured. "I have the feeling this is gonna be a very satisfying deal."

"Huh?" Kitty blinked, slowly coming to her senses. Her eyes suddenly cleared, the unrealized hunger quickly replaced by embarrassment. She jerked out of his grasp and scrambled back to her seat, a hand pressed to her mouth.

She stared at him with wide eyes, her cheeks burning. "Ohmigod! Did you—did I just—did we just—in public?" Horrified, she cast furtive glances around the courtyard.

Lance grinned at her discomfort. "Don't worry. I don't think too many people noticed our little kiss."

Kitty snorted in disbelief and muttered, "Wasn't anything 'little' about it."

He blinked then let out a startled laugh. "Y'know, I could say something, but I'm too much of a gentleman."

It took her a moment to grasp just what kind of comment he was talking about, but when she did realize what he was implying, her whole face practically turned red. Stammering, she clumsily got to her feet. "Ah…Well, I gotta, uh, get, like, to class…or something."

She groped for her bookbag, managing to knock it to the ground in her nervousness.

Lance was thoroughly enjoying her agitation. Man, she's this worked up and I didn't even say anything! This is gonna be a lot of fun. "Hey, what's your hurry? The bell hasn't even rung—"

Just then, the bell signaling the end of sixth period rang, cutting off Lance mid-sentence.

Lance just rolled his eyes as if to say 'typical'.

Feeling as if she'd just managed to escape an extremely dangerous situation, Kitty scooped up her fallen bookbag and swung it over her shoulder. "Well, uh, I guess I'll, like, see you later." She started to turn away.

"Y'know, you don't have to go to class."

She turned back to look at him. "You mean, like, cut class?"

Lance was still sitting at the table. Actually, lounging was more like it. Obviously, he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. "Yeah, I mean, like, cut class."

Kitty frowned at his slightly mocking tone. "I don't know, Lance…"

He smirked. "Consider it your first lesson in being bad. Unless…you've changed your mind?" God, he hoped not. For her sake, and for his. He knew exactly what he wanted from Kitty Pryde, and he was hellbent on getting it.

She didn't know why she smiled. It might have had something to do with that flicker of unease she'd seen cross his face. But she might have just imagined it. Shaking her head, Kitty reassured him. "No, I haven't changed my mind. I just need to…prepare."

"'Prepare', huh? Okay. Alright. You go 'prepare'." Lance got to his feet and strolled over to her until he was standing barely a foot away from her. He tilted her chin up so that she had to look at him. "Tomorrow, be ready for your first lesson."

"I-I will. Be ready, that is."

He smiled. "Good. I'll find you tomorrow."

And once again, he caught her off guard. His head ducked down and he dropped a quick, hard kiss on her unsuspecting mouth. Before she could even react, he was gone, swallowed up by the sea of students flowing indoors for seventh period classes.

The late bell rang, finally snapping her out of her trance.

Shaking slightly, Kitty raced off to class.

End Chapter 3.