Author's Note- How do they have power for things like a refrigerator? you may ask, the answer is the refrigerator is hooked up to a generator. If you want to know why they aren't using the generator to power the lights or the heater, the answer is: plot device. Good day! ;)

Second note- The story begins to earn it's rating here, just a friendly warning.

Third note to heroes for ghosts- I know! It's a complete disgrace. They could have picked *so* many better people than him. I repeat, stupid movie people!

Fourth Note- The hint in here is true, I'm thinking about bringing Domino and maybe Nate into this.

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Lessons

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I know this love is passing time

Passing through like liquid

I am drunk in my desire.

But I love the way you smiled at me

I love the way your hands reach out and hold me near.

I believe.

I believe this is heaven

To no one else but me

-Sarah McLachlan

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"Ahem," a voice said from the doorway. Kitty leapt off of Pete with wide eyes as she looked at the man in the doorway.

"Um... hi, Logan," she said sheepishly.

"Half-pint, come here, I want to talk to you," Logan said. Kitty winced standing and following Logan into the kitchen.

"So, um, what's up?" she asked.

"Sit," he said. With a sigh Kitty sat down in front of him. "Okay, what's going on?"

"Nothing."

"Kitty, I walk in and find you on his lap and the smell of pheromones is incredibly intense." Kitty's face got red at that. "Talk ta me, kid."

"I totally don't know what you want to talk about."

"How'd it happen?"

She smiled a little. "You're old enough, Logan, I think you know that." Logan narrowed his eyes.

"Kitty-"

"What?"

"You know what I meant, how did you two go from Black Air to being like I just saw you?"

She sighed. "Okay, Mr. Logan." As always he winced at that. She was the only person in the entire Institute who called him *Mr.* Logan. "He risked his life for me. More than once. He saved me... Scratch... he was going to-"

Kitty had to stop for a second a soft shudder going through her at the memory of that night. Logan's eyes narrowed. He knew for a fact that the innocent Valley-Girl had never been treated like that. Even in the mutant fights there was a line of honor. There were just some things that you did *not* do.

"He treats me like an adult, no one else seems to understand that I *am* growing up. The way he looks at me..." She stopped blushing and Logan leaned back slightly in his chair. He looked at the girl before him, for the first time, really looked. He suddenly saw what Pete could see. The quiet intelligence shining in her blue eyes, the soft curves on her body, and her gentle smile. If it weren't for his own attraction to Ororo... He smiled at Kitty.

"Ya know, kid, you're right," Logan said.

"Of course I am."

"You have grown up." He smiled patting her arm. "I'm sorry that I didn't notice."

She smiled. "You are forgiven."

"Watch it, half-pint." She just laughed.

"So, are we done?"

"Not quite."

Kitty sighed. "What else?"

"Protection? You have any?"

Her face got redder than it had been before. "Huh?"

"Protection," Logan repeated. "In case things get carried away between you two."

"I've... um... I never thought about that."

"Here." He took something out of his wallet. Kitty's face got even redder (if possible) as she looked down at the condom.

"How do you know that it'll..." she stopped feeling mortified.

Logan laughed. "Fit?" She nodded not looking at him. "Male posturing."

She looked back at him confused. "Huh?"

"When we first met we were trying to out do each other at everything," Logan said. "He was just around your age back then. One of our other friends, Domino, finally said: 'why don't you just whip `em out and measure'?"

Kitty had to laugh at this. "And you did?"

"Couldn't let it go by," Logan shrugged.

"Oh my God," Kitty said. Although she wanted to ask she bit her tongue on the question in her mind.

"It was a tie," Logan told her as if reading her mind. She dropped her head into her hands. "*Now* we're done." He stood and walked out of the kitchen. Kitty put the condom in her back pocket before laying her head back on her hands. Pete came in and looked at her confused.

"Luv?" Pete asked from behind her. She looked up and he saw how red her face still was and smiled wryly. "'The talk'?"

"Worse then just 'the talk'," Kitty muttered dropping her head back on her arms. He dropped down in front of her.

"How worse?"

She raised her head. "Well, I heard about something a woman named Domino told you and Logan do."

Pete raised an eyebrow. "Got t' be more specific, grasshopper. Domino told us to do many things, most of the time it was 'go t' hell' though."

She laughed softly. "Um... does measuring ring any bells?"

Pete chuckled softly a soft blush touching his face. "Oh... that." He cocked his head to one side. "How did that come up?"

"I'd rather not talk about that," Kitty said.

He raised one eyebrow before just shrugging. "So want t' help me make dinner?"

"Um, I'd love to, Pete, but me and cooking? Not mixing things."

"Ya can't be that bad."

"Yes she can," Logan said coming back in to grab a beer.

"See?"

"Fine," Pete said. "I'll teach ya." He stood walking over to the stove and starting a fire. Kitty got up to walk to his side. He explained everything that he was doing as he made lasagna, to her shock he made it half meat and half vegetarian.

"Okay, fess-up, Wisdom," Kitty said as he put it in the oven.

"Wot?"

"How'd you, like, know I was a vegetarian?"

"I'm just good."

"Pete."

He grinned. "Don't believe me? Fine. I read your file."

"And remembered that?"

"Well, I read it several times," he admitted. She smiled kissing him softly. He pulled them away from the stove and tugged her into his arms. Kitty sighed leaning against him. He kissed her and his hands, cupped her butt. Feeling something he slid his hand into her back pocket. He pulled away surprised when he felt what was in her pocket.

"Just shoot me," Kitty muttered.

"This is what brought that up?" he guessed gently slapping her butt over the pocket where the condom was. She blushed nodding. She then realized what he had just done.

"Hey!"

He smirked. "Little slow t'night, luv?" She stuck her tongue out at him. "That really hurts."

She poked him in the arm. "Don't get sarcastic with me Mr. British Guy."

"If I am do I get a spanking?" he asked grinning wickedly.

"You're impossible. You know that, right?"

"Yep." Pete grabbed a beer and they went back into the living room. Logan spent the afternoon telling Kitty about everything that she had missed. She listened still cuddled against Pete's side. After dinner Logan went to go scout the area. He came back soon after.

"I don't smell anything," he said. "There's no one else for miles."

"That I knew," Pete said leaning back on the couch.

"Don't get cocky, runt," Logan said. "Now, I'm tired, I'm guessing that I'm sleeping on the couch so..."

"So we have to go to bed," Kitty finished.

"Bingo," Logan said. "Separately."

Kitty giggled saluting him mockingly. "Yes, sir!" She stood and went into Pete's room stealing one of his shirts causing half-hearted protests from him. She went back into the guest room and got dressed before climbing into bed.

Logan laid awake staring at the ceiling for a couple hours. He suddenly heard Kitty cry out. He started to get up but a few moments later she emerged from the guest room. She walked straight to Pete's room and walked in. Logan raised an eyebrow. He shook his head and closed his eyes promising himself that if Pete didn't take care of her that he'd rip his old friend apart.

Pete's room

Pete was still awake and smoking a cigarette when Kitty came in. He looked up and frowned seeing how shaken she was. He put out his cigarette and opened his arms. "C'm `ere, luv." She went to him and climbed onto his lap laying her head on his chest. She raised her head for a soft kiss. "Bad dream?" She nodded wordlessly. He hugged her tightly.

"The only time that I sleep well is when I, like, sleep in your arms," Kitty whispered against his shoulder. He grinned at that remark.

"Well, Pryde, anytime ya want t' sleep with me, just ask."

She blushed deeply at that. "Pete!"

"Yes?" He leaned in close and kissed her. A kiss seemed okay at first but soon their hands began to roam. Kitty's over his chest and abdomen and his on her back and under her shirt. She pulled away as if his lips had burst into flame when his adept fingers moved to her front to caress her stomach. "Too fast?"

"Can we, um, talk?"

"I'd happily talk t' you all night," Pete said.

"Could we set up some, like, rules?"

"Wot do ya mean?"

"Make a... deal I guess that neither of us will go past a certain point."

"Ah," he said in understanding. "T' use you Yanks' terminology, any base ya want t' stop at?"

"Huh?"

"Base one: kissing. Two: some petting, maybe no shirts. Three: heavy petting, close t' real foreplay. Base four: foreplay. And of course a home run... ya know what that is." He chuckled at the light blush on her face.

"Um, two, maybe three," she murmured.

"As you wish, luv," he smiled. "Lay back." She tensed a little but obeyed almost immediately. He climbed over her. He kissed her again this time he didn't pause as his hand ran lightly over her stomach. "The one rule," he said huskily. "One of us has our underwear on at all times."

She nodded wordlessly. His hands began to work on the buttons of the shirt. His mouth followed his hands' move downward. The shirt was soon open. Pete moved up pulling the sides aside, looking down at her.

"What?" she asked her eyes wide.

"Nothin', luv, yer just so bloody beautiful," he murmured. He moved back up to her lips. He moved away from her lips as his made a hot trail down her neck. Kitty gave a soft moan tilting her head to one side, unconsciously giving him better access. He grinned to himself as he moved lower still. "Question."

"Hmm...?"

"You bought a turtle neck right?"

She frowned in confusion. "Yeah."

"Good." He kissed her lips lingeringly before moving back down her neck alternating between feather light, playful kisses, hot passionate kisses and gentle nips. Between the three, Kitty was gasping softly almost writhing under him. He then moved even lower now that she was relaxed.

His tongue traced the underside of her breast first before tracing one nipple then taking it into his mouth. He smiled hearing her moan slightly louder and sigh contentedly as he sucked. He gently tugged one her nipple with his teeth causing a gasp from her. She arched herself into his mouth. He started to pull away but her hand gripped the back of his head holding him to her.

He chuckled before switching sides. He lavished just as much attention on this side. He then kissed a path down her stomach thankful for her low riders as he reached her abdomen; she shuddered. Smirking to himself he moved back up kissing her lips. "How was that?" he asked feeling pretty cocky.

"Um, the only word that comes to mind is damn," Kitty murmured.

"Language," he scolded playfully. "Honestly, Pryde, I'm beginnin' t' think I'm a bad influence on you."

She giggled. "Of course you are."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

She laughed again leaning up to kiss him. "Why does that not surprise me? You know, sometimes you remind me of Remy?"

"Huh?"

"Guy who just joined the X-Men. He's with Rogue, when they aren't fighting. Last I saw of them they were together." He saw the sadness in her eyes at that and softly kissed her cheek.

"You'll see `em soon, luv. I promise. Now, we should probably get some sleep." He smiled down at her. We'll continue this t'morrow night." He laid down tugging Kitty down with him. She laid her head on his chest and basking in his attentions and attraction soon dozed off.