Author's Note- Lockheed speaks!

Second Note- Okay, guys, do you want me to add the lemon part?

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Birthday surprises

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If you're ready, I'm willing and able

Help me lay my cards out on the table

You're mine and I'm yours for the taking

Right now the rules we made are meant for breaking

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What you get ain't always what you see

But satisfaction's guaranteed

They say what you give is always what you need

-Bon Jovi

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Two months later

The months went by simply. Kitty and Pete grew closer; all that ever happened were innocent touches and soft kisses. Kitty was beginning to wonder if he actually wanted her, despite his words the night they were camping. The day before her birthday was stressful due to him and her dragon. "He stole me smokes again!" Pete exclaimed as Kitty walked in on him chasing the dragon.

"Lockheed, hand them over," Kitty said. Lockheed flew back to her looking down as she took the cigarettes from him.

"Damn flying rat," Pete muttered. Kitty turned to him as he and Lockheed engaged in a staring contest

"Pete," Kitty said exasperated.

Pete crossed his arms not looking away from the dragon. "Hey, he started it." Kitty threw up her arms in annoyance and exasperation.

"My God, you two are worse than children!" Kitty grabbed Pete by his ear and held on to Lockheed dragging both of them into Pete's room. She released them and walked to the door. "You two are staying in here until you come to some sort of understanding." She crossed her arms. "No special abilities to get out. I'll be back in an hour." She left.

"Damn it," Pete said he glared at the little dragon. "What the Hell's your problem with me anyhow?"

"Yoo smell," Lockheed said. "You mean to Kitty."

Pete blinked twice before responding to that. "Did you just speak?"

"Yes, smelly man."

His surprise was gone, replaced with the usual annoyance he felt for the small dragon. "Smelly man?! Listen up, ya flyin' rat, I am not mean to Pryde. I would never hurt her. We fight, but it's just part of our relationship, it is! Kitty's important to me, flyin' rat, I'd die before I'd ever allow anything to happen to her." He paused crossing his arms. "And I don't smell!"

"Yoo smell like ashes."

"That's `cause I smoke, and I hear enough about that from these bloody fascists, I won't take it from you too."

"Kitty mad at us, smelly man."

Pete glared at the purple dragon for that name. "Look, let's just agree to be nice to each other, around her. For Kitty."

"For Kitty," Lockheed agreed. "I still think yoo smell."

"And I still think you're nothing more than a flying rat." Pete opened the door surprised that Kitty hadn't locked it. "Let's go." They walked/flew into the kitchen.

"So, how'd it go?" Kitty asked.

"We talked," Pete said.

"'Talked'?" Kitty repeated flatly. "Wisdom, Lockheed totally can't talk."

"Yes he can!" Pete exclaimed. "Go ahead and tell her." Lockheed merely stared up at him mutely. Pete looked at Kitty not sure how to prove his point now. "He was talkin', he was!"

Kitty looked up at him concerned. "Um. Pete, maybe you need to, like, go take a nap or something?"

"Lockheed, tell her." Lockheed looked at Pete cocking his head to one side as though he was confused. Pete had the urge to kick the dragon but knew that that would make Kitty incredibly angry, besides, he didn't want to kill Lockheed, just hurt him sometimes, like now. "Kitty, he did!" Kitty placed a hand to his forehead looking concerned.

"Come on, I'll tuck you in." She led him upstairs and pushed him so he was lying down. She phased his blanket up so it rested over him.

"Any chance that you might stay?" he asked leering up at her.

"Hush," Kitty said but couldn't help the smile that spread across her face. "Go to sleep, honey." She left him alone. Lockheed flew in after she left.

"I'm going to hurt you," he growled at the dragon who hissed at him in response to the threat.

"I couldn't tell Kitty," Lockheed said. "She's my friend."

"What in the bloody hell is that supposed to mean?" Pete demanded.

Lockheed was silent for a second before explaining. "Kitty wouldn't trust me as much. If someone can talk they can betray."

Pete blinked surprised at the logic behind those words. "Fine, flying rat, I won't mention it again."

"Thank you, smelly man," Lockheed said relieved.

Pete decided that he couldn't just do the little rat a favor. "In payment, I want you to sleep elsewhere tomorrow night."

"For Kitty's day of birth?"

"Birthday, yes."

"You won't hurt friend Kitty."

"Never."

"Agreed, smelly man, I'll sleep in the rec. room."

"Thanks, flying rat." Lockheed flew out of the room and Pete laid back allowing himself to fall asleep.

The next morning

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you-" A pillow flew cutting Rogue off. "Missed, sugah." Kitty stuck her tongue out at her friend stumbling out of bed. Rogue left and Kitty went into the bathroom taking a shower.

When she got out she found a red rose sitting on top of her clothes already in a vase with a note. "Don't worry, I had Rogue put this in there. One of the gifts I have planned for you is lying on your bed." Kitty got dressed and went into her room blushing when she saw the lingerie. Another note sat on top of it. "I couldn't resist. You don't have to wear this, it's just a suggestion." She could just imagine Pete buying this and shook her head with a faint smile. She walked down the stairs. Mr. McCoy had made them a huge breakfast.

"I got your gift," Kitty said looking at him raising an eyebrow.

He grinned. "Any chance of you wearing it?"

"I don't know . . ." she murmured. "Maybe." She smiled brilliantly. "If you're a good boy."

He leaned closer, whispering. "If I'm bad do I get a spanking?" She gasped slapping his arm hard.

"Pervert!" He grinned kissing her on the cheek.

"I don't want to know," Jubilee said seeing Kitty flushing.

"I do," Bobby said. All the girls glared at him.

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