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story! Well children for the tenth time… I own only my ideas
"I have followed the paths of desire. Following smoke, remembering fire. The night is falling, the path is receding. I don't need to see it to know where it's leading." –October Project
A/N: This chapter will serve as a basic wrap up to any and (hopefully) all loose ends. Thank you Orli! My gorgeous muse!
Kitty rolled over, her small body becoming intertwined in the thin linen sheets. A faint yawn escaped her lips, and slowly her eyes opened. He looked so beautiful lying there beside her. She watched his bare chest rise and fall, dappled with sunlight from the open window, with pure content. She grinned; he looked so peaceful and innocent, a childish smile spread across his face. Careful not to wake him, she ran her fingers across his lips. It was the best feeling in the world, the true sense of belonging. Tenderly pulling the sheet from her body, she placed it over his resting form. Wary not to disturb him, she rose from the bed and walked over to the window.
The floor creaked under her weight; the decrepit old house was starting to show all the abuse it had taken. Hoisting herself up, she gingerly sat upon the windowsill gazing out over what could be seen of the city. She spotted Scott's car parked at the local coffee shop, he as sitting at a small corner table across from Jean. The two had been working on resolving their issues for the past two years. Every Sunday morning they would meet at a quiet location and discuss anything and everything.
Scott had resumed his position of alpha male at the Institute, thus forth returning him to his expected manner. He sat comfortably knowing that Mystique was in solitary confinement for a long time coming. His love life was less successful; he hadn't officially dated anyone for as long as anyone could remember. Kitty suspected several trysts though with some of the lesser-known student body, all being males. Although his first nature was nurturing and brother like, Scott could be very calculating. He knew who would breath a word of a one-night stand, and who wouldn't. In a way he was choosing his targets, Kitty felt it was a very shadowed way to live and had expressed this to him many times. Scott had inadvertently admitted to her that he was at the present time, unsure of where his sexual interest lied.
Jean on the other hand had made a bargain with herself. She was to hold off any sort of romance until Scott came to terms and gave her a definite answer. On the exterior she was her usual A-crowd self, but inside she was a sea of unanswered questions and desires.
Evan's funeral had come and gone with no interruptions. It was a surreal and disheartening event. The church was filled with friends of Evan, and all of his family members. The dress was rather casual, but the mood was overwrought. Even the Brotherhood was in attendance, though they chose to stand in the back of the room. Everyone was more than surprised when a certain Pietro Maximoff made his way to the center of the area and made a touching eulogy about his former rival.
A strong arm wrapped itself around Kitty's abdomen, and a soft kiss was placed upon her head.
"Gazing at the beauty of my front lawn?" Kitty turned to face him. His hair was awry, but he still looked utterly handsome.
"Nope, just thinking about how wonderful it is to be me." "And why is it so wonderful to be you Ms. Pryde?"
She smiled warmly at him, standing up against his partially clothed body. "Because I get to wake up with you beside me, every single morning."
A/N: Alright! I realize the chapters in this story were in fact rather short. I'm just really estatic that I got through my first story! This has never happened before! Thank you ever so much to everyone who read this and reviewed it! It means so much to me and I really hope you enjoyed it! Much much love to Ariel my wonderful beta reader, and to Angel Priestess who really helped support me on this 'project'. Thanks again! (Oh and please review the last chapter, I really do love reading what you have to say!)
"I have followed the paths of desire. Following smoke, remembering fire. The night is falling, the path is receding. I don't need to see it to know where it's leading." –October Project
A/N: This chapter will serve as a basic wrap up to any and (hopefully) all loose ends. Thank you Orli! My gorgeous muse!
Kitty rolled over, her small body becoming intertwined in the thin linen sheets. A faint yawn escaped her lips, and slowly her eyes opened. He looked so beautiful lying there beside her. She watched his bare chest rise and fall, dappled with sunlight from the open window, with pure content. She grinned; he looked so peaceful and innocent, a childish smile spread across his face. Careful not to wake him, she ran her fingers across his lips. It was the best feeling in the world, the true sense of belonging. Tenderly pulling the sheet from her body, she placed it over his resting form. Wary not to disturb him, she rose from the bed and walked over to the window.
The floor creaked under her weight; the decrepit old house was starting to show all the abuse it had taken. Hoisting herself up, she gingerly sat upon the windowsill gazing out over what could be seen of the city. She spotted Scott's car parked at the local coffee shop, he as sitting at a small corner table across from Jean. The two had been working on resolving their issues for the past two years. Every Sunday morning they would meet at a quiet location and discuss anything and everything.
Scott had resumed his position of alpha male at the Institute, thus forth returning him to his expected manner. He sat comfortably knowing that Mystique was in solitary confinement for a long time coming. His love life was less successful; he hadn't officially dated anyone for as long as anyone could remember. Kitty suspected several trysts though with some of the lesser-known student body, all being males. Although his first nature was nurturing and brother like, Scott could be very calculating. He knew who would breath a word of a one-night stand, and who wouldn't. In a way he was choosing his targets, Kitty felt it was a very shadowed way to live and had expressed this to him many times. Scott had inadvertently admitted to her that he was at the present time, unsure of where his sexual interest lied.
Jean on the other hand had made a bargain with herself. She was to hold off any sort of romance until Scott came to terms and gave her a definite answer. On the exterior she was her usual A-crowd self, but inside she was a sea of unanswered questions and desires.
Evan's funeral had come and gone with no interruptions. It was a surreal and disheartening event. The church was filled with friends of Evan, and all of his family members. The dress was rather casual, but the mood was overwrought. Even the Brotherhood was in attendance, though they chose to stand in the back of the room. Everyone was more than surprised when a certain Pietro Maximoff made his way to the center of the area and made a touching eulogy about his former rival.
A strong arm wrapped itself around Kitty's abdomen, and a soft kiss was placed upon her head.
"Gazing at the beauty of my front lawn?" Kitty turned to face him. His hair was awry, but he still looked utterly handsome.
"Nope, just thinking about how wonderful it is to be me." "And why is it so wonderful to be you Ms. Pryde?"
She smiled warmly at him, standing up against his partially clothed body. "Because I get to wake up with you beside me, every single morning."
A/N: Alright! I realize the chapters in this story were in fact rather short. I'm just really estatic that I got through my first story! This has never happened before! Thank you ever so much to everyone who read this and reviewed it! It means so much to me and I really hope you enjoyed it! Much much love to Ariel my wonderful beta reader, and to Angel Priestess who really helped support me on this 'project'. Thanks again! (Oh and please review the last chapter, I really do love reading what you have to say!)
