Disclaimer, etc. in Prologue.

Note: Not a lot this time. But, hey…*shrug* At least it's something!

Chapter 7

"…So I was all like 'No way, man! The Undertaker's totally whack, yo!" And he was all…"

Crossing his arms, Lance leaned back against the wall and tried to tune out Todd "Toad" Tolensky's incessant rambling. The younger boy had been going on about professional wrestling for the last ten minutes and it was getting to the point where if he didn't shut up, Lance was seriously contemplating strangling the kid with his own freakishly long tongue.

Speaking of freaks, I wonder where the speed freak and the freak of nature are? Glancing around, Lance spotted his other two housemates. Fred Dukes, AKA Blob, was hanging around the bike racks terrifying the freshman out of their lunch money while Pietro Maximoff, AKA Quicksilver, was lounging by one of the large oaks on Bayville High's front lawn. Or at least, Lance assumed that was Pietro. The boy was so surrounded by girls that only the top of his silver head was visible.

Lance just shook his head. It amazed him that Pietro was so popular with the female population at Bayville, because if the guy screwed even half as fast as he did everything else…Lance gave a mental shrug. Hell, maybe the guy's just got a big dick...and man, you know I'm bored when I'm thinking about some other guy's size. Christ, when's the bell gonna ring?

For the first time he could remember, Lance was actually almost eager for school to start. The sooner classes started, the sooner he could see Kitty sixth period. And the sooner he could continue her "lessons". Granted, he probably could have just shown up at the school around lunchtime and seen her then, but he figured he might as well make an appearance in his classes at least once this semester. You know, just so his teachers knew what he looked like and vice-versa.

His shoulders shifted against the wall as he uncrossed and recrossed his arms. It was all he could do not to tap his foot in impatience. Ever since yesterday, ever since that kiss, Lance had been restless, edgy. And he placed the blame squarely on Kitty Pryde. He'd never been this wound up over a simple, stupid kiss before. He'd never wanted to get his hands on a girl as much as he wanted Kitty. Well, it was because she was just so sweet and innocent—God, was she innocent!—he couldn't help but want to rough her up a bit. Of course, that was the only logical explanation. It wasn't like he had a thing for her, or anything.

Shaking off the wayward thought, Lance smiled to himself as he remembered the spot he'd found yesterday after lunch. There was a stairwell over in the east wing that was perfect for a bit of "hands on" tutorial. The alcove under the stairs was deep and dark enough that no one who happened to be passing would notice if a couple of students decided to pass over English and Calculus in favor of hot kisses and heavy petting.

He was so wrapped up in his plans for Kitty, that it took Lance a moment to realize that Todd had stopped speaking. Curious, he glanced at the younger boy. Slack-jawed, he seemed to be staring off into the distance. Following the boy's gaze, Lance turned. "What are you…?"

The words died on his lips as he caught sight of what—or rather, who—had stunned Todd into silence. "Well, hell," Lance managed to murmur before all the blood in his body headed south and his brain ceased to function altogether.

Things almost seemed to move in slow motion as he watched Kitty walk towards him, and he was extremely grateful. It just gave him more time to devour her with his eyes. And damn if she didn't look good enough to eat.

With her hair down like that, it had taken Lance a second to recognize Kitty. Instead of being up in that innocent-school-girl ponytail, it fell like a thick curtain of mahogany satin down around her shoulders. It rippled with every movement of her head as she talked excitedly to the girl walking beside her, and Lance was dying to plunge his fingers into the silky mass. The hair did something for her, made her seem…wilder.

And then there was the outfit.

She was wearing some sort of black lace top that left her shoulders bare, with a reddish thing beneath that. Her hips, emphasized by a bit of black fabric some generous soul had deemed a skirt, seemed to have an extra little sway thanks to the clunky, black leather 'fuck me' boots she was wearing. Between the two, Kitty's slim legs seemed to go on for miles. And the stretch of creamy thighs the boots and skirt left exposed had Lance imaging how those legs would look wrapped around his hips as he rode her nice and slow. Or maybe be she'd prefer it hard and fast.

Lance could hardly wait to find out.

If things went as planned, he wouldn't have to wait long at all. Two weeks at the most and he'd have Kitty Pryde exactly where he wanted her: flat on her back, legs spread.

End Chapter 7.