What I Want, Chapter Six.

"I'm sorry." He said. "I'm really sorry Kitty." He walked towards her slowly.

She looked up at him, tears shining in her eyes. "It's ok Scott. Not your fault."

"No." He said, kneeling down. "I could have done something. You should have told me earlier. You didn't have to keep it inside."

"I did." She said. "You don't understand." She sighed, pulling him down to sit beside her. "I.I.I didn't want anyone to know that I'm not the perfect little girl I always act like.it's all an act you know? No one knows who I really am." Her voice was dark and hard. "No one knows about this." She said, turning up her wrists and looking at the scars, standing up between the tracks of raw, bloody skin. The sight of the blood made her insides size up. She started to cry.

Scott pulling her shuddering body into his arms. "Shhh.Kitty, shhhh." He cradled her head into his chest, his thumb stroking the ball of her cheek. "Let it go.let it all go." Her sobs got harder, the tears running down her cheeks multiplied. And he held her until all that was left in her were breathless gasps for air. He had cradled her into his lap, holding onto her through hell as she cried herself dry.

She looked up at him, his face concerned, but serene. "I'm sorry." She said.

"No." He said. "Don't be." He tilted her face up until her eyes were in line with his, and though she couldn't see his eyes, he was sure she felt it. There was a tension between them like electricity. His lips were tingling, and it felt as if he would die if he didn't kiss her. His hand slipped behind her head, and he pulled her closer to him.

When she was close enough, he brushed his lips over hers, and a shock ran through him before she pulled away. "No." She said, closing her eyes. "Not right now."

He didn't have anything to say. He'd felt more in that one soft brushing of lips than in a thousand passionate kisses with Jean. He'd felt the world exploding around him, and then contracting until it was only them. He sighed softly and then stood up, bringing her with him.

"We should go and clean up those scratches." He said.

She nodded dumbly, her eyes wide and vacant as he gathered up her sheets and led her to the med-lab. Why had she stopped him? Couldn't she just have let him keep on kissing her? It had been so nice, so.blissful.

When they got into the elevator, she turned to him. "Listen." She said. "Thank you."

He reached out and took her hand. "You're welcome."

Her fingers toyed with his engagement ring as she held his hand. He was beginning to understand why she had pulled away. Why she had said no.

He was engaged.he was still promised to someone else. And she had honor.