Hey! Glad you guys like this so far. Sorry about the cruddy title, but I
was in a big rush and just thought 'Bugger it!'.
Dark Jaded Rose - I thank you, praise is always lapped up and basked in!!!!!
Your Worshipfulness - Lot's of Kietro!!!! I just adore it! And I will, hopefully, *glares at muse* be updating this regularly.
K.K.L. - Thank you!! *hugs* I love your stuff too, so your compliment means a lot to me.
Hjh-31 - I totally agree. Not enough Kietro on this site, but there seems to be a lot of Kiotr though. What's that all about!!! I know they were together in the comics, but c'mon guys. Kitty and Pietro are just meant to be. As Stan himself would say Nuff Said!!
Queen_of_sarcasm - *bows* thank you, I shall not fail you. I got stuck walking about five miles in the rain once, and where I live it's no joke (lots of big, muddy hills!!)
xXeVoLvEd bAbEXx - Thanks, Love yours by the way! Kietro rules!
So, on with the show.
As usual *goes into monotonous chant voice* I do not own the X-Men or anything copyrighted by Stan Lee. The story however is Mine, mine, mine. Back you dogs!!!!! *Pulls out chair and whip!*
Carried away again! They'll be carting me off to the nut house soon!
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"Wow!" Was all Kitty could say.
"Yeah ...!" Added Rogue.
They were both standing on the harbour, staring at the Ocean Princess. Their home for the next three weeks was an incredibly white, BIG ocean liner.
"So, what do you guys think?" Asked Aims, coming up behind them.
"Big." Said Kitty, still staring.
"White." Breathed Rogue.
Aims laughed, and they both came back to earth. Kitty smiled at her and, once more, hugged her aunt.
"Thank you so much! You're my favourite aunt." She grinned.
Aims grinned back, "I'm your only aunt, cheeky! And don't call me that! You make me sound old."
"Yeah, well, your wrinkles make you look old!" Laughed Kitty, ducking out of Aims' swinging fist.
A crew member moved among the crowd announcing that they could now board. They gathered up their carry-on luggage and headed to the gang-plank. Rogue turned to look out over the harbour one last time, and the entered the ship.
If she had turned five seconds later, she would have seen the Brotherhood climbing out of a taxi.
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An hour later, Pietro and Lance were looking around their cabin in awe. They were sharing and Fred and Todd were in a similar cabin down the hall. Although first class, it was still quite small, but compact.
The ship had set sail, with everyone waving madly over the sides, the Brotherhood had been up there, until Toad got over enthusiastic and nearly fell over the side. Lance had then insisted that they go to their cabins.
Pietro dumped his suitcase on his bed and pulled out a pair of shorts. He went into the bathroom and emerged a few minutes later with them on and no shirt. He threw his clothes on the floor and smirked as Lance sighed and started to pick them up.
He waved them at Pietro, "I am not spending three weeks cleaning up after you." He said, throwing them on Pietro's bed.
"Relax, that's what the maid's for. She'll unpack too. First class!!! Hello? Are you coming? I'm going up to the pool to get a good seat." Smiled Pietro.
Lance frowned, "Are you German now?" He rummaged through his suitcase and pulled out a T-shirt and shorts. He went into the bathroom to change.
"I'm going to check on Fred and Toad when I'm changed, so you can go and ogle the girls by yourself." He yelled through the door.
"OK, but don't say I didn't give you a chance. If I see a girl that I like and you like her too, tough! Replied Pietro, walking out before Lance could answer.
'Not like there would be much of a challenge between us. ' He thought, 'Firstly, I'm irresistible, secondly, Lance only goes for geeky losers, like Pryde, and thirdly, he'll be so busy keeping Fred and Toad out of trouble that he'll never have a chance to muscle in on my act.'
Grinning at a bikini clad blonde, who giggled, as he walked past, Pietro made his way up to scope out the talent.
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Rogue answered the knock on their cabin door. It was Aims, she was in the room next door. She noticed that they had unpacked and seemed to be in the middle of an argument.
"Is everything OK?" Aims asked. Receiving no answer, she continued, "You know the maid would have done that for you. This is first class."
Rogue spoke first, "We know, it's just that, well, we kinda got 'tidy up afta arselves' drummed in tah ar heads. Ya know from the institute, an' all."
"Well, at least I know you can look after yourselves, which, unfortunately, brings me to my bad news." She stopped and smiled apologetically at the two girls.
"What? Is something wrong?" Asked Kitty, a look of panic on her face.
"No, no, Sweetheart. It's just that I'm afraid, I won't be around much during the daytime.. and sometimes, the night. I have to test everything and write a report so I'll be really busy. But there are something's we can do together, like eating and testing the spa out..." Aims' voice trailed off and she looked at Kitty.
Kitty smiled, "That's OK. This is your job. We'll have dinner together, right? It'll be OK. Besides, how can we get guys with you hanging about?"
Aims smiled and shook her head, "You're right. They'd take one look at me and think, 'Why would we want the junior one, when the experienced, yet, surprisingly young looking, version is here.'"
The trio laughed. Aims left the room, and immediately the two mutants started their argument again.
"I am NOT wearing that!" Stated Kitty hotly, pointing to the bright red, skimpy two piece laid out on her bed.
"Look, ya loved it when ya bought it. What's changed?"
"I looked in the mirror. I am not a hussy, and it makes me look fat. I wish I'd never listened to Jean." Kitty cursed the red head who had blinded her with compliments, and encouraged her to buy it.
"Look, we've been killin' arselves in that dangah room for nearly a yearh now. Ya'v got a body most girl's would kill for. Use it." Rogue was getting annoyed.
Kitty glanced in the mirror and noticed how perfectly flat her stomach was and how her legs and arms were well toned. She could see Rogue's point. Turning, she grabbed the bikini and entered the bathroom, slamming the door.
"Tempah, tempah." Scolded Rogue. A few minutes later, Kitty reemerged, trying desperately to cover herself. Rogue grinned and said, "That's bettah. Now the hair."
She sat Kitty down in front of the mirror and pulled her hair from it's usual high pony tail. She brushed it and then stood back. "Much bettah!" Kitty's hair fell down to past her shoulders in shining waves. Kitty studied herself and nodded.
She stood up and went to the closet, pulled out a red sarong and wrapped it around her waist. She still felt like she was on display, but it helped.
"Nope, no way, nada, lady." Said Rouge, firmly. She pulled it off and pushed it back inside. She stood in front of the door, "Ya look fahn. Now let's go."
Kitty crossed her arms again and said, "Why aren't you wearing your suit?"
"Cause ah'm going to check out the cinema an' then count the lifeboats." She replied darkly.
Kitty sighed, "You've seen that movie too many times."
Rogue ushered her out of the room and locked the door. She slipped the key into her pocket, "Once was enough. Now stop frettin' an' go an' have some fun."
"But, what if I want to get back in?" Cried Kitty. She felt naked and wanted her sarong or preferable to throttle Jean.
"Then phase through the door. Now go!" Demanded Rogue, pushing her in the direction of the stairs up to the pool deck. She wandered off in the opposite direction muttering to herself.
'Bossy.' Thought Kitty. She glanced down, and shivered. "No way!" She said out loud and, glancing around to make sure no one was about, she phased through the door and grabbed her sarong. Wrapping it back around her waist, she felt a little better.
She phased back through the door and sighed. She walked to the pool deck thinking, 'Well, at least it's a little better.'
Up on the deck, the sun was shining and a salty breeze drifted over her. Kitty relaxed instantly. She walked over to the railings and looked out at the sea.
'Maybe this isn't so bad.' she thought to herself, smiling.
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Pietro climbed the stairs and looked around the deck. He was in heaven, young, beautiful women in bikini's everywhere.
He sauntered over to the bar and ordered a beer and charged it to his room.
'Thanks, Dad.' He thought as he lifted the plastic beaker to his mouth.
Wandering over to a sun lounger, he lay down and noticed a group of girls smiling and glancing at him while whispering to each other. Pietro knew that they were talking about him and stretched himself out and put his hands behind his head. He loved attention, and was lapping it up.
One of the girls climbed out of the pool and headed towards him, he sat up and was about to take a drink, when he saw noticed a girl stood at the side of the ship in a very small red bikini and sarong.
He quickly evaluated the situation. None of the pool girls were wearing anything that small, but the sarong meant modesty, so she wasn't a complete slut. She had a wonderful, toned body too.
'Hello!' He thought, climbing up. He walked past the pool girl, who looked confused, scowled at his back and then headed back to her friends.
He neared the brunette and then stood next to her, looking out onto the ocean. He saw her tense slightly, but she never moved her head, so he started to talk.
"I was wondering if you want a drink? You look really hot in that." He said, placing an emphasis on the word hot.
The girl giggled and said, "Is that the best you .." She trailed off as she turned to look at him. "Maximoff?" She cried in horror.
Pietro turned, his blood running cold. He knew that voice. "Pryde?"
He looked to see Kitty furious face. "What the hell are you doing here?" He cried, trying to recover from the fact that he had actually, for a minute, called her hot.
"Trying to have a nice holiday. Until you showed up! Are you trying to wreck my life or is it just an unhappy coincidence that you turn up when I'm having a good time, and ruin it?" She spat, her eyes narrowed into slits.
Pietro glanced around. Nobody appeared to be listening, thankfully. He didn't need his image ruined by her.
"Look, calm down, OK. I am not here to ruin your life. I'm on holiday. I was trying to be friendly. I knew it was you. I was joking." He tried quickly.
Kitty saw through him, "No, you didn't. You thought I was another braindead bimbo with a bra size bigger than my IQ. The only thing you'd offer me to drink is poison and even then, you'd begrudge paying for it!"
Pietro snapped back, "Look I didn't ask for you to be here. I'm not really pleased about the fact that I'm stuck on this ship, no matter how big it is, with you for three weeks."
Kitty smiled, "Then, do everyone a favour and throw yourself overboard."
Pietro looked at her in shock for a second before recovering, "Do you wanna go over, cause it can be arranged."
Kitty fought the urge to punch him in his smug mouth, "I do not have to listen to this, you immature pig. I'm not spending a second more with you, you womanising playboy!"
And with that she walked away to the bar. The bartender leaned over and said something to her that made her giggle. Pietro thought he was going to be sick.
'Smart ass geek.' He thought to himself. He went to fetch his beer and drained it. He approached the bar with some hesitation, in case she verbally attacked him again, but Kitty ignored him and carried on sipping some bright blue concoction.
The bartender, a guy, obviously, on break from college, carried on talking to her, until Pietro slammed the beaker down and said loudly, "Could I get some service, PLEASE?"
The bartender looked at him and then gave him another beer. He turned back to Kitty, who was chewing hard on the end of her straw and deliberately not looking at Pietro.
'Good.' He thought, 'Now back to business.'
He grabbed his beer and made his way up the deck, as far away from Kitty as possible. He seated himself near to a red head in a green bikini. He smiled and she returned it. Getting more confident, Pietro leaned over and said, "Like me to put some lotion on for you?"
The red head struggled not to laugh and asked him, "Aren't you the 'Womanising Playboy?'"
The blood drained from his face, "What?" he thought that no one had heard Kitty's rantings.
"Yeah, every girl here heard it. They were just talking about you in the bathroom." She said, still looking like she was holding back laughter.
"Um, good or bad?" Asked Pietro.
"Well, let's just say, I don't think you'll be having a holiday romance this time round. Sorry!" The redhead did look apologetic.
"You don't have to be sorry. Pryde will be though." He said getting up.
The redhead continued, "Shame really, before that girl shouted that out, every girl here liked you, myself included."
Pietro stopped and turned, smiling again, "So, would you like to.."
She cut him off, "I'm not stupid."
Pietro frowned and turned to survey the deck. Kitty was walking to the stairs with a tall blond guy. He hated her. How could she ruin his holiday and then go waltzing off with some floppy hair idiot, she had just met? Not that he cared what she did.
'Mind you in that thing, she does look pretty good. She fooled me. I'm surprised she isn't surrounded by guys.' He shook his head and chased away any thoughts of Kitty Pryde being desirable. He had to think of a way to recover his image.
Suddenly an idea formed in his head. Pietro smiled as he watched them walk down the stairs.
'Oh, revenge is going to be so sweet, this time, Pryde.' He thought, 'And this time you've got nowhere to run.'
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Like it? Well, call me butter cause I'm on a roll!!!! I will hopefully be updating this again today. I was thinking of adding a little Rogue/Lance action maybe? What do you think?
Dark Jaded Rose - I thank you, praise is always lapped up and basked in!!!!!
Your Worshipfulness - Lot's of Kietro!!!! I just adore it! And I will, hopefully, *glares at muse* be updating this regularly.
K.K.L. - Thank you!! *hugs* I love your stuff too, so your compliment means a lot to me.
Hjh-31 - I totally agree. Not enough Kietro on this site, but there seems to be a lot of Kiotr though. What's that all about!!! I know they were together in the comics, but c'mon guys. Kitty and Pietro are just meant to be. As Stan himself would say Nuff Said!!
Queen_of_sarcasm - *bows* thank you, I shall not fail you. I got stuck walking about five miles in the rain once, and where I live it's no joke (lots of big, muddy hills!!)
xXeVoLvEd bAbEXx - Thanks, Love yours by the way! Kietro rules!
So, on with the show.
As usual *goes into monotonous chant voice* I do not own the X-Men or anything copyrighted by Stan Lee. The story however is Mine, mine, mine. Back you dogs!!!!! *Pulls out chair and whip!*
Carried away again! They'll be carting me off to the nut house soon!
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"Wow!" Was all Kitty could say.
"Yeah ...!" Added Rogue.
They were both standing on the harbour, staring at the Ocean Princess. Their home for the next three weeks was an incredibly white, BIG ocean liner.
"So, what do you guys think?" Asked Aims, coming up behind them.
"Big." Said Kitty, still staring.
"White." Breathed Rogue.
Aims laughed, and they both came back to earth. Kitty smiled at her and, once more, hugged her aunt.
"Thank you so much! You're my favourite aunt." She grinned.
Aims grinned back, "I'm your only aunt, cheeky! And don't call me that! You make me sound old."
"Yeah, well, your wrinkles make you look old!" Laughed Kitty, ducking out of Aims' swinging fist.
A crew member moved among the crowd announcing that they could now board. They gathered up their carry-on luggage and headed to the gang-plank. Rogue turned to look out over the harbour one last time, and the entered the ship.
If she had turned five seconds later, she would have seen the Brotherhood climbing out of a taxi.
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An hour later, Pietro and Lance were looking around their cabin in awe. They were sharing and Fred and Todd were in a similar cabin down the hall. Although first class, it was still quite small, but compact.
The ship had set sail, with everyone waving madly over the sides, the Brotherhood had been up there, until Toad got over enthusiastic and nearly fell over the side. Lance had then insisted that they go to their cabins.
Pietro dumped his suitcase on his bed and pulled out a pair of shorts. He went into the bathroom and emerged a few minutes later with them on and no shirt. He threw his clothes on the floor and smirked as Lance sighed and started to pick them up.
He waved them at Pietro, "I am not spending three weeks cleaning up after you." He said, throwing them on Pietro's bed.
"Relax, that's what the maid's for. She'll unpack too. First class!!! Hello? Are you coming? I'm going up to the pool to get a good seat." Smiled Pietro.
Lance frowned, "Are you German now?" He rummaged through his suitcase and pulled out a T-shirt and shorts. He went into the bathroom to change.
"I'm going to check on Fred and Toad when I'm changed, so you can go and ogle the girls by yourself." He yelled through the door.
"OK, but don't say I didn't give you a chance. If I see a girl that I like and you like her too, tough! Replied Pietro, walking out before Lance could answer.
'Not like there would be much of a challenge between us. ' He thought, 'Firstly, I'm irresistible, secondly, Lance only goes for geeky losers, like Pryde, and thirdly, he'll be so busy keeping Fred and Toad out of trouble that he'll never have a chance to muscle in on my act.'
Grinning at a bikini clad blonde, who giggled, as he walked past, Pietro made his way up to scope out the talent.
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Rogue answered the knock on their cabin door. It was Aims, she was in the room next door. She noticed that they had unpacked and seemed to be in the middle of an argument.
"Is everything OK?" Aims asked. Receiving no answer, she continued, "You know the maid would have done that for you. This is first class."
Rogue spoke first, "We know, it's just that, well, we kinda got 'tidy up afta arselves' drummed in tah ar heads. Ya know from the institute, an' all."
"Well, at least I know you can look after yourselves, which, unfortunately, brings me to my bad news." She stopped and smiled apologetically at the two girls.
"What? Is something wrong?" Asked Kitty, a look of panic on her face.
"No, no, Sweetheart. It's just that I'm afraid, I won't be around much during the daytime.. and sometimes, the night. I have to test everything and write a report so I'll be really busy. But there are something's we can do together, like eating and testing the spa out..." Aims' voice trailed off and she looked at Kitty.
Kitty smiled, "That's OK. This is your job. We'll have dinner together, right? It'll be OK. Besides, how can we get guys with you hanging about?"
Aims smiled and shook her head, "You're right. They'd take one look at me and think, 'Why would we want the junior one, when the experienced, yet, surprisingly young looking, version is here.'"
The trio laughed. Aims left the room, and immediately the two mutants started their argument again.
"I am NOT wearing that!" Stated Kitty hotly, pointing to the bright red, skimpy two piece laid out on her bed.
"Look, ya loved it when ya bought it. What's changed?"
"I looked in the mirror. I am not a hussy, and it makes me look fat. I wish I'd never listened to Jean." Kitty cursed the red head who had blinded her with compliments, and encouraged her to buy it.
"Look, we've been killin' arselves in that dangah room for nearly a yearh now. Ya'v got a body most girl's would kill for. Use it." Rogue was getting annoyed.
Kitty glanced in the mirror and noticed how perfectly flat her stomach was and how her legs and arms were well toned. She could see Rogue's point. Turning, she grabbed the bikini and entered the bathroom, slamming the door.
"Tempah, tempah." Scolded Rogue. A few minutes later, Kitty reemerged, trying desperately to cover herself. Rogue grinned and said, "That's bettah. Now the hair."
She sat Kitty down in front of the mirror and pulled her hair from it's usual high pony tail. She brushed it and then stood back. "Much bettah!" Kitty's hair fell down to past her shoulders in shining waves. Kitty studied herself and nodded.
She stood up and went to the closet, pulled out a red sarong and wrapped it around her waist. She still felt like she was on display, but it helped.
"Nope, no way, nada, lady." Said Rouge, firmly. She pulled it off and pushed it back inside. She stood in front of the door, "Ya look fahn. Now let's go."
Kitty crossed her arms again and said, "Why aren't you wearing your suit?"
"Cause ah'm going to check out the cinema an' then count the lifeboats." She replied darkly.
Kitty sighed, "You've seen that movie too many times."
Rogue ushered her out of the room and locked the door. She slipped the key into her pocket, "Once was enough. Now stop frettin' an' go an' have some fun."
"But, what if I want to get back in?" Cried Kitty. She felt naked and wanted her sarong or preferable to throttle Jean.
"Then phase through the door. Now go!" Demanded Rogue, pushing her in the direction of the stairs up to the pool deck. She wandered off in the opposite direction muttering to herself.
'Bossy.' Thought Kitty. She glanced down, and shivered. "No way!" She said out loud and, glancing around to make sure no one was about, she phased through the door and grabbed her sarong. Wrapping it back around her waist, she felt a little better.
She phased back through the door and sighed. She walked to the pool deck thinking, 'Well, at least it's a little better.'
Up on the deck, the sun was shining and a salty breeze drifted over her. Kitty relaxed instantly. She walked over to the railings and looked out at the sea.
'Maybe this isn't so bad.' she thought to herself, smiling.
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Pietro climbed the stairs and looked around the deck. He was in heaven, young, beautiful women in bikini's everywhere.
He sauntered over to the bar and ordered a beer and charged it to his room.
'Thanks, Dad.' He thought as he lifted the plastic beaker to his mouth.
Wandering over to a sun lounger, he lay down and noticed a group of girls smiling and glancing at him while whispering to each other. Pietro knew that they were talking about him and stretched himself out and put his hands behind his head. He loved attention, and was lapping it up.
One of the girls climbed out of the pool and headed towards him, he sat up and was about to take a drink, when he saw noticed a girl stood at the side of the ship in a very small red bikini and sarong.
He quickly evaluated the situation. None of the pool girls were wearing anything that small, but the sarong meant modesty, so she wasn't a complete slut. She had a wonderful, toned body too.
'Hello!' He thought, climbing up. He walked past the pool girl, who looked confused, scowled at his back and then headed back to her friends.
He neared the brunette and then stood next to her, looking out onto the ocean. He saw her tense slightly, but she never moved her head, so he started to talk.
"I was wondering if you want a drink? You look really hot in that." He said, placing an emphasis on the word hot.
The girl giggled and said, "Is that the best you .." She trailed off as she turned to look at him. "Maximoff?" She cried in horror.
Pietro turned, his blood running cold. He knew that voice. "Pryde?"
He looked to see Kitty furious face. "What the hell are you doing here?" He cried, trying to recover from the fact that he had actually, for a minute, called her hot.
"Trying to have a nice holiday. Until you showed up! Are you trying to wreck my life or is it just an unhappy coincidence that you turn up when I'm having a good time, and ruin it?" She spat, her eyes narrowed into slits.
Pietro glanced around. Nobody appeared to be listening, thankfully. He didn't need his image ruined by her.
"Look, calm down, OK. I am not here to ruin your life. I'm on holiday. I was trying to be friendly. I knew it was you. I was joking." He tried quickly.
Kitty saw through him, "No, you didn't. You thought I was another braindead bimbo with a bra size bigger than my IQ. The only thing you'd offer me to drink is poison and even then, you'd begrudge paying for it!"
Pietro snapped back, "Look I didn't ask for you to be here. I'm not really pleased about the fact that I'm stuck on this ship, no matter how big it is, with you for three weeks."
Kitty smiled, "Then, do everyone a favour and throw yourself overboard."
Pietro looked at her in shock for a second before recovering, "Do you wanna go over, cause it can be arranged."
Kitty fought the urge to punch him in his smug mouth, "I do not have to listen to this, you immature pig. I'm not spending a second more with you, you womanising playboy!"
And with that she walked away to the bar. The bartender leaned over and said something to her that made her giggle. Pietro thought he was going to be sick.
'Smart ass geek.' He thought to himself. He went to fetch his beer and drained it. He approached the bar with some hesitation, in case she verbally attacked him again, but Kitty ignored him and carried on sipping some bright blue concoction.
The bartender, a guy, obviously, on break from college, carried on talking to her, until Pietro slammed the beaker down and said loudly, "Could I get some service, PLEASE?"
The bartender looked at him and then gave him another beer. He turned back to Kitty, who was chewing hard on the end of her straw and deliberately not looking at Pietro.
'Good.' He thought, 'Now back to business.'
He grabbed his beer and made his way up the deck, as far away from Kitty as possible. He seated himself near to a red head in a green bikini. He smiled and she returned it. Getting more confident, Pietro leaned over and said, "Like me to put some lotion on for you?"
The red head struggled not to laugh and asked him, "Aren't you the 'Womanising Playboy?'"
The blood drained from his face, "What?" he thought that no one had heard Kitty's rantings.
"Yeah, every girl here heard it. They were just talking about you in the bathroom." She said, still looking like she was holding back laughter.
"Um, good or bad?" Asked Pietro.
"Well, let's just say, I don't think you'll be having a holiday romance this time round. Sorry!" The redhead did look apologetic.
"You don't have to be sorry. Pryde will be though." He said getting up.
The redhead continued, "Shame really, before that girl shouted that out, every girl here liked you, myself included."
Pietro stopped and turned, smiling again, "So, would you like to.."
She cut him off, "I'm not stupid."
Pietro frowned and turned to survey the deck. Kitty was walking to the stairs with a tall blond guy. He hated her. How could she ruin his holiday and then go waltzing off with some floppy hair idiot, she had just met? Not that he cared what she did.
'Mind you in that thing, she does look pretty good. She fooled me. I'm surprised she isn't surrounded by guys.' He shook his head and chased away any thoughts of Kitty Pryde being desirable. He had to think of a way to recover his image.
Suddenly an idea formed in his head. Pietro smiled as he watched them walk down the stairs.
'Oh, revenge is going to be so sweet, this time, Pryde.' He thought, 'And this time you've got nowhere to run.'
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Like it? Well, call me butter cause I'm on a roll!!!! I will hopefully be updating this again today. I was thinking of adding a little Rogue/Lance action maybe? What do you think?
