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"How could you forget a ride!?" Kitty grumbled, not wanting to admit that the strappy sandals she had insisted on wearing were killing her feet.
"Well what, exactly, was Ah supposed to do?" Rogues voice was snappier than she had intended. "Ask Scott for the keys to his car? Yeah, THAT'S not suspicious. Two girls that are supposed to be in the sick bay asking for keys to a vehicle!"
Kitty snorted, but she knew Rogue was right.
"Anyways," Rogue added in a softer voice. "We're here." They rounded the next corner, and sure enough, there was the brotherhood house.
"Okay, quick! How's my hair?" Kitty put a hand to her head self- consciously.
Rogue rolled her eyes. "It's fine sugah, just fine!" They made their way across the lawn and up the stops, but before Rogue could knock, Kitty grabbed her arm.
"Wait! What about Pietro? What can I do to, like totally get him back?"
Rogue paused to think. "Well, for starters you can insult him or ignore him. He hates people who don't worship the ground he walks on."
Kitty made a face. "I could have told you that!"
Rogue shrugged. "If anything else comes ta meh Ah'll let ya know." With that, she knocked on the door.
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"Hey guys!" Lance turned away from the buffet table and headed towards the door. "That's gotta be Rogue!"
Pietro, still in his "veg" clothes, stuck his head over the stair rail. "Rogue? What's an X-geek doing here?" He didn't know if he could handle another one today.
"Those freaks at the institute have had her practically under lock and key ever since the concert incident. I thought she might want to get out." He paused before opening the door. "You might want to change."
"Why?" Pietro yawned. "I don't care what YOU guys think."
Lance shot him a look. "Be nice."
"Psh." Pietro waved a hand. "I'm always nice." He ducked back upstairs. Lance rolled his eyes and opened the door.
"Hi Rogue, come o-. Kitty!" He broke off, his eyes widening. "Wow, you look- , both of you look--." He gulped. "Nice." Kitty giggled as he moved to let them in.
"You know, I've like never been in here before!"
"You weren't exactly missin much sugah!" Rogue grinned.
At the sound of footsteps, all three looked up to see Pietro sauntering down the stairs. "I guess those X--." The words died in his throat. Was that Kitty? He would never have recognized her if she wasn't scowling at him. He cleared his throat. "Well well, look what the cat dragged in." He smirked.
"Hey Pietro," She tossed her head and threw him a smirk of her own. "Dressed to impress, I see."
He looked down at his wrinkled jeans and rumpled tee-shirt, and his smirk grew wider. "Girl I don't need to be dressed, to impress." He was rewarded with the sight of a rosy blush making its way up her neck.
"Well," she replied, obviously flustered. "You don't impress me! Dressed or otherwise!" She brushed past him, Lance at her heels.
Pietro's mouth hung slightly ajar. No girl had ever said something like THAT to him.
"You're staring Speedy." Rogue clapped his mouth shut and followed the others into the living room.
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Lance looked pretty great. At least HE bothered to get dressed for an occasion. She gazed in open admiration at his dark jeans and leather jacket. HE didn't make her feel retarded and over-dressed. That stupid Pietro! She clenched her fists. Not only did he make her self-conscious by staring at her like he did, he had actually made her blush! What a jerk!
Looking around the room, she caught sight of Fred enjoying himself immensely at the buffet table. Typical. And there was Toad, on his knees, begging Wanda to dance with him. Also typical.
"Hey, wanna dance?" She smiled and nodded as Lance led her towards the "dance floor" (all the furniture had been moved from that corner of the living room). Tabby was already dancing, alone, but obviously having a blast. Out of the corner of her eye, Kitty saw Wanda allowing herself to be dragged towards the music by Toad. It was sort of sweet.
"You owe me bug breath." Wanda muttered, shooting death glares at the bag of Todd's head.
Sort of.
Kitty was a great dancer. Once her body started moving you couldn't take your eyes off her. She became the music, twirling and spinning, making her body flow in every direction, she was a sight to behold. She was also hard to keep up with.
After a few dances, Lance held up his hand. "No more. I'm beat."
She pouted prettily. "C'mon, just one more dance, I promise!" Lance only shook his head.
"Ha! You call that dancing?!" Came a sarcastic voice from behind them. She whirled around and glared at Pietro.
"Yeah, like YOU could do better?" She held up a hand, silencing him before he could retort. "And NO, Pietro. The hokey pokey does NOT count!" There were a few snickers as people crowded closer to hear.
"Puh-leaze Pryde." His voice was mocking. "You're not exactly one to talk. You dance, if you can call it that, slower than my grandma!"
"Did she give you lessons, Maximoff." Kitty's glare was practically lethal. "Because no matter how fast you move, you can't hide those out-dated and boring moves of yours." She found herself staring right into his icy blue eyes, and it was becoming harder and harder to glare.
"I've got your excitement right here Pryde." He leaned forward, his face only inches from hers.
Her eyes never left his. "Bring it on."
As if on cue, the radio began pouring out a hit new song, one of Kitty's favorites.
"Ready to be humiliated, Prissy Kitty?"
"Just shut up and dance, wannabe."
And then both of them began to move. Faster and faster they danced, bodies intertwining and then jumping apart again before they could get too close. Kitty's hair whipped around her face, as the music flowed through her. Faster and faster they danced, until even Pietro had trouble seeing some of their moves. Every movement was graceful yet wild, detached, yet passionate, and when the music finally stopped, with their bodies still intertwined, both were breathing hard.
"Not bad." Kitty smiled, breathlessly.
Pietro just grinned.
"Well?"
"Well what?" He asked innocently.
She rolled her eyes. "You're supposed to return a compliment with a compliment."
"I would, but I can't think of anything to compliment you on." He smirked. "Maybe next time."
*Is that the only facial expression he has!* Kitty desperately wanted to wipe that smirk off his face. "Like there will ever BE a next time! Sorry, but with me, you only get one pity break." She held up a finger. "One."
"I thought I wasn't bad." His eyes met hers, and she almost got lost in them again, but forced herself to keep calm.
"You weren't." He started to smirk again. "But you sure as anything weren't GOOD either!" She finished, noting happily that for once he seemed speechless. She turned and walked away, before he could think of anything to say back.
He shook his head as he watched her go, hoping to clear his thoughts. When they had danced--, WOW no! He was not going to think that way! She was annoying, bossy, she talked back way too much, and she definitely needed an attitude adjustment. But than why couldn't he tear his eyes away from her retreating form?
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Rogue smiled to herself as she grabbed a soda. So far, Kitty was one step ahead of Pietro in their little war they had going. It was fun to see her friend having so much fun. And that dance! Either they really really hated each other, or those sparks were something else entirely. Rogue grinned. Whether or not it was true, it was still something she could tease her friend about later. She took a big gulp of her pop just as the doorbell rang. "Ah'll get it!" She called, swallowing the beverage so fast it burned. "Hi!" she said, opening the door, and pasting a smile on her face- that disappeared as quickly as it had come.
"Hi chere." The husky voice belonged to the owner of a pair of red on black eyes. One by one, the acolytes entered the house.
She groaned inwardly. This was gonna be a long night.
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I know I know! I'm HORRIBLE. But hey, if it weren't for cliff hangers, how could I keep you hooked on the story! ;o) Don't hate me! I'm starting chapter 4 after dinner, and I promise. Romy fans, you will NOT be disappointed!
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"How could you forget a ride!?" Kitty grumbled, not wanting to admit that the strappy sandals she had insisted on wearing were killing her feet.
"Well what, exactly, was Ah supposed to do?" Rogues voice was snappier than she had intended. "Ask Scott for the keys to his car? Yeah, THAT'S not suspicious. Two girls that are supposed to be in the sick bay asking for keys to a vehicle!"
Kitty snorted, but she knew Rogue was right.
"Anyways," Rogue added in a softer voice. "We're here." They rounded the next corner, and sure enough, there was the brotherhood house.
"Okay, quick! How's my hair?" Kitty put a hand to her head self- consciously.
Rogue rolled her eyes. "It's fine sugah, just fine!" They made their way across the lawn and up the stops, but before Rogue could knock, Kitty grabbed her arm.
"Wait! What about Pietro? What can I do to, like totally get him back?"
Rogue paused to think. "Well, for starters you can insult him or ignore him. He hates people who don't worship the ground he walks on."
Kitty made a face. "I could have told you that!"
Rogue shrugged. "If anything else comes ta meh Ah'll let ya know." With that, she knocked on the door.
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"Hey guys!" Lance turned away from the buffet table and headed towards the door. "That's gotta be Rogue!"
Pietro, still in his "veg" clothes, stuck his head over the stair rail. "Rogue? What's an X-geek doing here?" He didn't know if he could handle another one today.
"Those freaks at the institute have had her practically under lock and key ever since the concert incident. I thought she might want to get out." He paused before opening the door. "You might want to change."
"Why?" Pietro yawned. "I don't care what YOU guys think."
Lance shot him a look. "Be nice."
"Psh." Pietro waved a hand. "I'm always nice." He ducked back upstairs. Lance rolled his eyes and opened the door.
"Hi Rogue, come o-. Kitty!" He broke off, his eyes widening. "Wow, you look- , both of you look--." He gulped. "Nice." Kitty giggled as he moved to let them in.
"You know, I've like never been in here before!"
"You weren't exactly missin much sugah!" Rogue grinned.
At the sound of footsteps, all three looked up to see Pietro sauntering down the stairs. "I guess those X--." The words died in his throat. Was that Kitty? He would never have recognized her if she wasn't scowling at him. He cleared his throat. "Well well, look what the cat dragged in." He smirked.
"Hey Pietro," She tossed her head and threw him a smirk of her own. "Dressed to impress, I see."
He looked down at his wrinkled jeans and rumpled tee-shirt, and his smirk grew wider. "Girl I don't need to be dressed, to impress." He was rewarded with the sight of a rosy blush making its way up her neck.
"Well," she replied, obviously flustered. "You don't impress me! Dressed or otherwise!" She brushed past him, Lance at her heels.
Pietro's mouth hung slightly ajar. No girl had ever said something like THAT to him.
"You're staring Speedy." Rogue clapped his mouth shut and followed the others into the living room.
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Lance looked pretty great. At least HE bothered to get dressed for an occasion. She gazed in open admiration at his dark jeans and leather jacket. HE didn't make her feel retarded and over-dressed. That stupid Pietro! She clenched her fists. Not only did he make her self-conscious by staring at her like he did, he had actually made her blush! What a jerk!
Looking around the room, she caught sight of Fred enjoying himself immensely at the buffet table. Typical. And there was Toad, on his knees, begging Wanda to dance with him. Also typical.
"Hey, wanna dance?" She smiled and nodded as Lance led her towards the "dance floor" (all the furniture had been moved from that corner of the living room). Tabby was already dancing, alone, but obviously having a blast. Out of the corner of her eye, Kitty saw Wanda allowing herself to be dragged towards the music by Toad. It was sort of sweet.
"You owe me bug breath." Wanda muttered, shooting death glares at the bag of Todd's head.
Sort of.
Kitty was a great dancer. Once her body started moving you couldn't take your eyes off her. She became the music, twirling and spinning, making her body flow in every direction, she was a sight to behold. She was also hard to keep up with.
After a few dances, Lance held up his hand. "No more. I'm beat."
She pouted prettily. "C'mon, just one more dance, I promise!" Lance only shook his head.
"Ha! You call that dancing?!" Came a sarcastic voice from behind them. She whirled around and glared at Pietro.
"Yeah, like YOU could do better?" She held up a hand, silencing him before he could retort. "And NO, Pietro. The hokey pokey does NOT count!" There were a few snickers as people crowded closer to hear.
"Puh-leaze Pryde." His voice was mocking. "You're not exactly one to talk. You dance, if you can call it that, slower than my grandma!"
"Did she give you lessons, Maximoff." Kitty's glare was practically lethal. "Because no matter how fast you move, you can't hide those out-dated and boring moves of yours." She found herself staring right into his icy blue eyes, and it was becoming harder and harder to glare.
"I've got your excitement right here Pryde." He leaned forward, his face only inches from hers.
Her eyes never left his. "Bring it on."
As if on cue, the radio began pouring out a hit new song, one of Kitty's favorites.
"Ready to be humiliated, Prissy Kitty?"
"Just shut up and dance, wannabe."
And then both of them began to move. Faster and faster they danced, bodies intertwining and then jumping apart again before they could get too close. Kitty's hair whipped around her face, as the music flowed through her. Faster and faster they danced, until even Pietro had trouble seeing some of their moves. Every movement was graceful yet wild, detached, yet passionate, and when the music finally stopped, with their bodies still intertwined, both were breathing hard.
"Not bad." Kitty smiled, breathlessly.
Pietro just grinned.
"Well?"
"Well what?" He asked innocently.
She rolled her eyes. "You're supposed to return a compliment with a compliment."
"I would, but I can't think of anything to compliment you on." He smirked. "Maybe next time."
*Is that the only facial expression he has!* Kitty desperately wanted to wipe that smirk off his face. "Like there will ever BE a next time! Sorry, but with me, you only get one pity break." She held up a finger. "One."
"I thought I wasn't bad." His eyes met hers, and she almost got lost in them again, but forced herself to keep calm.
"You weren't." He started to smirk again. "But you sure as anything weren't GOOD either!" She finished, noting happily that for once he seemed speechless. She turned and walked away, before he could think of anything to say back.
He shook his head as he watched her go, hoping to clear his thoughts. When they had danced--, WOW no! He was not going to think that way! She was annoying, bossy, she talked back way too much, and she definitely needed an attitude adjustment. But than why couldn't he tear his eyes away from her retreating form?
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Rogue smiled to herself as she grabbed a soda. So far, Kitty was one step ahead of Pietro in their little war they had going. It was fun to see her friend having so much fun. And that dance! Either they really really hated each other, or those sparks were something else entirely. Rogue grinned. Whether or not it was true, it was still something she could tease her friend about later. She took a big gulp of her pop just as the doorbell rang. "Ah'll get it!" She called, swallowing the beverage so fast it burned. "Hi!" she said, opening the door, and pasting a smile on her face- that disappeared as quickly as it had come.
"Hi chere." The husky voice belonged to the owner of a pair of red on black eyes. One by one, the acolytes entered the house.
She groaned inwardly. This was gonna be a long night.
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I know I know! I'm HORRIBLE. But hey, if it weren't for cliff hangers, how could I keep you hooked on the story! ;o) Don't hate me! I'm starting chapter 4 after dinner, and I promise. Romy fans, you will NOT be disappointed!
