X-Men Evolution is a trademarked product from Marvel, all the characters are owned by Marvel and not me. This is a work of fiction based off of said series. I make no money off this, yadda yadda yah.
"In The Garage" - by Val Shrum (kiyonekatz at yahoo dot com)
Chapter 31 1/2 - Extra Chapter, Part 2
Authors Notes: As I mentioned before, a bit of the beginning part of this fic will be recapping some of the stuff from the 31st/previous chapter. Those reading should be eighteen and over, etc, etc. Lemony parts ahead, you have been warned.
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Lance, Wanda, and Kitty waved and unplugged their instruments, taking them offstage quickly. Kurt did a polite bow from the back and headed to the backstage area where the others were packing up.
"Packing up already?" Kurt asked.
"Why not? It's late, Kurt." Wanda looked annoyed, "I want to get on the road before these kids do."
"You're a kid, also." Kurt teased.
"Whatever, Kurt." Wanda packed her bass in it's carrying case. She looked to Lance and Kitty. "So... I want to head out soon to get the equipment home. But it's your jeep, Lance. What's the agenda?"
"Agenda? Well uh..." Lance packed away his guitars carefully, then said, "Kitty, what do you want to do?"
Kitty zipped up her guitar bag as well, "We should get the stuff back to your place. No use fighting traffic later, right? It's not like we have to stay 'til the end. I hear there's a good horror movie on TV tonight."
"You're serious? You guys are such party poopers!" Kurt handed Wanda his drumsticks. "I guess I'll see you later then, Katzchen."
"Have a good night, Kurt." Kitty half-smiled at her friend. "I don't think I could dance anymore anyway."
"Yeah right." Kurt waved and went downstairs.
Wanda picked up her bass bag, "So off we go?"
"About time." Lance nodded and picked up his bags. He lead the way out the back to the jeep. Kitty did the same as she followed Lance to the vehicle.
The packing of the jeep was a different story. With four guitars, the backseat became very tightly cramped and rather uninhabitable.
"Oh geez. Where'll we all fit? I refuse to walk." Wanda wondered, the drivers seat and the passenger side only remained.
"You and Kitty can share the seat. It's not that small..." Lance pulled out his keys.
Wanda quickly snatched the keys out of Lance's hand, "How about... you and Kitty share the seat, and I drive? I promise I'll be gentle."
"Wanda!" Lance almost protested, then looked at Kitty. "... yeah, okay. Let's just go straight to The 'Hood to unload this stuff."
"Roger that." Wanda quickly moved over to the drivers side door, climbing in to take her seat.
Kitty gestured. "You sit and I'll uh... sit in your lap. I realize how unsafe this is. Just strap yourself in and I'll hold onto you. I hate to brag, but I think my ability stops me from getting hurt if something were to happen in transit... y'know?"
"That is NOT going to happen. Right Wanda?" Lance fastened his seatbelt and glared at Wanda.
"Of course it won't happen. You worry too much, Lance." Wanda put the keys in the ignition. "Get in, Kitty."
Kitty nodded, "Right. Okay." She pulled herself up to sit on Lance's lap. She let out a breath.
Lance wrapped his arms around her waist, carefully holding her close to him, "Not too bad, right?"
"No, no, it's not." Kitty blushed. Wanda started the Jeep and started to drive.
"Something wrong?" Lance asked, "Because if you're uncomfortable.."
"I'm not uncomfortable." Kitty put her arms around Lance's neck. She snuggled up against him, "Are you?"
He laughed, "No. This actually feels pretty good." Lance looked up at Kitty. "Err, I mean uh... it's no bother."
"Good." Kitty grinned down at him. Her right hand playfully fluffed his hair. Lance leaned up just slightly and kissed her.
Kitty returned the kiss. She could feel a nudge from Wanda before she broke away, "What is it, Wanda?"
"We're almost there. Give it a rest?"
"Oooookay..." Kitty rolled her eyes.
It wasn't a very long drive. Wanda pulled in next to the Brotherhood Boarding House. "You guys ARE helping load some of this stuff inside. Then I don't care what you do."
Kitty climbed off Lance's lap, "We wouldn't make you do all the work, Wanda." She reached over to pull out a guitar.
"I'd say we were pretty awful bandmates if we did." Lance unbuckled himself and climbed out, also reaching into the back and taking his two guitars. "That just leaves your bass, Wanda."
Wanda grabbed the bass and walked to the front door, opening it carefully and stepping inside. She waited until Lance had walked by, then slipped the jeep keys into his pocket. She then headed over to the basement door and opened it, walking down the stairs to store her instrument. Kitty and Lance followed her down, putting their guitars down. They re-entered the living room and Wanda walked over to the couch and took a seat.
"What's the plan now?" Wanda turned on the television.
Lance glanced at Kitty then said, "We're just gonna go watch the movie in my room. Nothing too amazing. Right Kitty?"
"Oh? Right." Kitty grabbed onto Lance's arm nervously. "See you later, Wanda."
"Right. G'night, kids." Wanda waved her hand as they retreated down the hall to Lance's room.
Kitty lead the way. Her hand slipped from around his arm and slipped down to grasp his hand lovingly. Lance opened the door for them as they walked in. He let go of her hand and closed the door behind them, instinctively clicking the lock.
"What channel is it on?" Lance asked, pulling off his jacket and tossing it into a chair.
"Channel five, I think." Kitty moved over to the television, turning it on and changing the channel. "Ah, there we go."
Lance sat down on the bed, untying his shoes. "This night felt like it would never end."
"Do you want it to end?" Kitty looked back at Lance, turning down the volume on the television. She sat down on the bed next to him. "I can go..."
"No! Geez, no Kitty." Lance looked at her, "I meant the dance. I'm so glad it's just over with. You were really freaking out earlier."
"... yeah, I guess I was." She untied her own shoes, kicking them off and leaning back to lay flat, looking up to the ceiling. "I guess I'm not ready for the big-time. You'll need to find another guitarist if you want to keep this up."
Lance shook his head. He slipped off his shoes and turned to look at Kitty, "Don't worry, I'll never ask you that ever again."
Kitty propped herself up just slightly off the bed, "You promise?"
"Cross my heart. For real, this time. I shouldn't have even asked." Lance looked guilty. "Thank you, though."
"You're welcome." Kitty spoke softly. She reached over and grabbed Lance's tie, pulling him over to her. He followed her lead, his body twisted toward her as she tilted her head and kissed him softly.
His hand went to her side, kissing affectionately in return as he pressed his body against hers atop the bed. Lance's eyes were closed as he murmured. "... no interruptions this time."
Kitty felt her heartbeat increase in her chest. "Right, no interruptions."
"What... something wrong?" Lance carefully ran his thumb across her cheek. "You're nervous."
"Not at all." Kitty smiled up at him, "How about you?"
"Perfect." He asked curiously, "Aren't we supposed to be watching a movie?"
"We are." Kitty glanced at the tv for a moment before she kissed Lance again.
Lance's eyes widened at the second kiss. He reached over and fumbled with the radio on the shelf, flipping it on. He closed his eyes and enjoyed her touch. "... good movie..." He whispered, his hands slipped back down to Kitty's sides. He pulled and turned, rolling over to place her laying on top of him.
"H-h-hey. What're you doing?" Kitty looked down at Lance. Her hand bracing herself against his chest.
"Uh..." Lance blushed. He replied honestly, "I like the way this feels."
Kitty blinked and nodded. An idea came to mind. She carefully slid down, placing her legs on either side of him. She sat up, grabbing his tie to pull him to sit up with her - Kitty now carefully balanced against his lap. "Do you? How is this?"
He laughed nervously, "I'd be stupid to say I didn't." Lance was quiet, almost muted as he watched her look him over. "...c'mon, what's on your mind?"
"You." Kitty stuck her tongue out at him with a smile. She undid his tie, letting it hang around his shoulders. Her hand slipped from the fabric of the tie over to his red button up shirt. She unfastened the first closed button.
Lance gulped. He couldn't hide the fact that this really turned him on. His body trapped beneath hers made him shudder involunterily. "Kitty... are you sure?" He let out a quick breath.
She looked him in the eyes, her hands slipped down to the next button and undid that one. Lance's chest partially exposed now. "Does this look like I'm kidding?" Kitty's voice was honest, but had an edge of shyness to it.
"No..." Lance leaned forward. "Neither am I." His hand slipped from around her waist to behind her, moving up to find the zipper to her dress. His own heartbeat speeding up from the anticipation of what they're doing as he slowly pulled the zipper down.
Her body tensed up as the dress hung loosely on her. Kitty blushed, "Not scared?" She didn't stop, moving down to the next shirt button, then the next, until finally the entire shirt was open. She looked up at him and let out a small laugh.
"Well, I wasn't until you laughed at me." Lance rolled his eyes.
"I'm not laughing at you!" Kitty nudged, "I'm just... maybe I AM a little nervous."
"You shouldn't be. More pressure on me than you." Lance noted.
"How does that work?" Kitty put her hands at his bare waist, under his shirt.
"Because... I want you to be happy. I want this to be perfect." Lance carefully tugged at the top to her dress, pulling it forward.
Kitty blushed. "Here uh... I should help with that." She removed her hands from his waist, now helping with the straps of the dress and pulling forward. It hung down around her still, the top part now off - exposing her bra now to him. She ermed. "I guess... uh... help. Get the belt?"
"Oh, the belt. Right." Lance snapped out of his gaze. He looked down and helped undo the red belt. He pulled it aside and tossed it on the ground, leaning in and kissing her once again.
She tugged at the fabric of her own dress, slipping it up to pull off. Kitty pulled away from the kiss and struggled a little. Lance helped her completely pull it off. It dropped onto the ground, crumpling with a soft noise. He kissed her again once the dress was off, hugging her to him lovingly.
"Your turn." She grinned in between kisses, her hands insistantly tugged at his shirt.
"What? Show me yours and I'll show you mine?" Lance joked. He let go of the hug, allowing Kitty to pull off his shirt. It fell behind him on the bed. He smiled nervously. "... now my belt."
Kitty let out a sharp breath. "Right. Of course. Just give me a second." She hugged herself to Lance.
"...whoa, hey. It's okay. Kitty? We don't have to do this." Lance said softly. "I can wait as long as you want to. Don't do this because you think we have to."
"I'm not doing this because I think we have to." Kitty pulled away from the hug and looked at Lance. "It's because I really want to be with you. It's just the build up. We've been close to this before, what's the difference now?"
"I uh... I don't know, Kitty." He blushed. "Want me to go faster?"
"No. It's okay." Kitty murmured, kissing his cheek. "This is great, this is just... fine." Lance turned his head to meet her lips.
"Only fine?" Lance brushed her hair back, "Here, let's get in a more comfortable position."
"Hmmm? I like this, though." Kitty reached down and found his belt, carefully undoing it.
Lance laughed and nervously said, "Yeah, but... I want don't want to uh... hey! Be careful!"
"Don't be so sensitive. I'm half naked here and you don't see ME complaining." Kitty slowly undid the button to his slacks, finding the zipper with her hand.
"Yeah, but..." His sentence cut short as Lance felt his slacks loosen around him. "Oh geez. Kitty!"
She climbed out of his lap to sit beside him on the bed, still helping with his pants until they finally were pulled down and off. Kitty smiled, "What? Now we're even."
"C'mere, you!" Lance turned toward Kitty. He playfully grabbed her, pulling her down with him to the bed. His boxers didn't leave much to the imagination for her as he laid against her. Locked once again in a warm kiss, Kitty reached over to the radio and turned it up louder. His hand slipped under her, unsnapping her bra with one swift motion. She let out a faint gasp, a blush of embarassment across her cheeks. "What?" Lance whispered. "You're beautiful, you know that?"
"Can I help it if I feel a little self conscious?" Kitty whispered back. "I... really..." She played with his hair. "Just shut up and kiss me."
Lance nodded. He took the demand seriously, kissing Kitty back. His hand slipped out from behind her to move along her side, just under the strap of her top. He stopped above her left breast. He cupped it softly, running his thumb over her stiffened nipple. Kitty let out a gasp mid-kiss. His other hand helped pull bra loose and then off between heated kisses. His head lowered to kiss along her neck, giving a gentle bite to her skin.
Kitty whimpered. "Lance... don't tease." Her hands hesitantly ran across his chest and then around and along his back.
"I'm not teasing." His voice sounded innocent. He started to move lower, kissing along her chest to her right breast. The left one still held gently, now the right given an affectionate touch with his lips and tongue. Kitty gripped Lance's hair.
"..uhn... yes you are!" Kitty almost whined between quick breaths. Lance continued to move lower, kissing along down to her stomach to finally reach the top of her panties.
His hand touched the band, finger sliding under the fabric. Lance looked up at Kitty, waiting for a moment of confirmation. She nodded, lifting her hips to allow him to pull down the underwear and slip them off. Lance moved back up to face her, giving Kitty a quick, impatient kiss on the lips. His left hand now set on her stomach.
Kitty's fingertips gently scratched his back, lowering to the brim of his boxers. She didn't hesitate, tugging them down.
Lance broke the kiss and whispered. "Hold on." He moved off of her and pulled the boxers completely down and off. "I... we need protection." He reached over and opened a drawer next to his bed, pulling out a condom.
"Of course." She stammered back, then said. "I'm not sure if I should be offended that you keep a supply ready or very happy that you thought ahead."
He shook his head. "No, it's not about that." Lance seemed embarassed. "I mean... I never thought... I don't think like that. Just, we'd been dating a really long time and we've gotten pretty close and.."
Kitty sat up and put a finger over his lips, "Shh... I get it. It was a joke. Want me to help put it on?"
"Yeah, that'd be... yeah." Lance handed it over the package to her.
"Don't get any ideas. I've never done this before." Kitty carefully opened it, pulling out the item. "I just remember those sex ed films."
"I may have skipped that class." Lance joked lightly. "But I'm pretty sure I have a good idea what I'm supposed to do."
"I'd hope so." Kitty carefully slipped the condom on Lance. Her eyes focused downwards as her hand ran along his length to make sure it fit securely. She blushed and looked back up into his eyes. "Now what?"
"Now we... uh... break a few laws." Lance guided Kitty back to lay down. He kissed her again, Kitty's arms wrapped around his neck in a hug. He parted her legs and positioned himself carefully at her entrance.
Kitty felt him press into her awkwardly. She winced, "W..wait. Slow down." The look on her face a little pained.
"Sorry. Just tell me if you want to stop." Lance sounded very concerned.
"No, keep going. Just slow it down." Kitty kissed him again. Lance closed his eyes, moving very slowly until he found some resistance. He moved back out, then rocked his hips against her at the same gentle pace. Kitty let out a gasp, her body tensed. "Ow."
"Ow? Shit, I don't want this to hurt!" Lance sounded panicked.
"Just a little, it's okay. I'm okay." Kitty reassured him, giving another kiss. "I want you. Don't stop now."
Lance calmed down, moving forward at her instruction. Finally he is completely enveloped by her. He broke the kiss as he vocalized a pleasured groan. He started a soft but steady rhythm in and out of her, his body weight pressing her against the bed.
At first there was a small rush of pain at the initial entry for her. However, it didn't take too long for her body to respond to the stimulation and the pain subsided. Their bodies heated up with the friction between them, sweat mixing together. Kitty muffled a moan against Lance's shoulder.
"Oh... oh Lance..." Kitty panted. She held onto him tightly as she felt a wave of pleasure overwhelm her. Her body shuddered under him. She pressed her head against his skin. "...wow how about you?" She kissed him again.
"Ungh..." Lance continued his pace until finally his release was triggered as Kitty's own pushed him over the edge. His body shook against her, returning the kiss between his vocalized, incoherant words.
Kitty closed her eyes and cuddled against Lance. She giggled after a long silence, "...so uh... we're all sweaty and stuff now..."
Lance had the largest smile on his face. "I think that's how you know we did it right."
"But I don't think I can sleep like this. Like, maybe a shower?" Kitty touched Lance's hair. "I forgot we're at the 'hood house. Your bathroom is scary."
"Yeah... sorry. There is the bathroom in Mystique's room, but after she returned for that bit, she reinforced the door. None of us have made it in there, not even Fred." Lance let out a soft sigh.
"... we're forgetting something very important here, you realize." Kitty commented.
"What's that?" Lance blinked.
"I can walk through walls. Looks like we've got a private shower." She smirked. "Care to join me?"
"K-K-Kitty! Are you trying to embarass me?" Lance stammered.
"Too late for that now." Kitty kissed him again. "C'mon, let's slip on some clothes and sneak up there. It's late, no one's up..."
"You sure? Uh... okay..." Lance pulled away from Kitty. He let out a relaxed sigh as his body was separated from her. He sat up and disposed of the condom in a nearby garbage can. He reached down and grabbed his boxers, pulling them back on with a little bit of a blush. His back to Kitty.
Kitty stretched and sat up, looking around for something to wear. 'I don't want to wear my dress. Ugh.' Lance's red shirt was still on the bed, she pulled it on and buttoned it most of the way up. Kitty moved in behind Lance and gave him a playful hug from behind. "I love you." She ermed, "Find me a bottom to wear?"
"Oh I see, offer your love THEN ask for favors." He stood up and went to his dresser drawers, pulling out another pair of boxers and tossing them to her. "I hope boxers don't offend you." He reached in and also pulled out a white shirt, slipping it on.
"As long as they're clean, I think I'll manage." Kitty carefully slipped them on, leaving the shirt untucked and loose. She stood up and offered her hand to him. "So... just down the hall and around the corner, right?"
Lance smiled and took her hand, pulling her to him. He tilted his head, giving an affectionate kiss. "Sure Kitty."
"So THIS is all it took?" Kitty asked curiously.
"All what took?" Lance asked back, clearly not understanding the question.
Kitty grasped his hand and lead the way. "All it took was us sleeping together for us to... just act normal around each other."
"We act normal around each other all the time."
"Sometimes we do." She smiled. "C'mon." Kitty tugged Lance along. They exited the room and quickly made it to Mystique's old room. She triggered her mutant ability and phased them both through, into the unoccupied room.
"That was easy." Lance commented, following Kitty to the bathroom.
"Seriously." She flipped on the light and sat on the side of the tub, turning on the water to check the tempurature.
Lance closed the door behind them anyway. He looked a little hesitant, leaning against the sink counter. Kitty reached over and turned a knob, turning it so the shower started up. She pulled the curtain back and looked at Lance. "What?"
"What, what?" Lance asked.
"... you can't shower in your clothes. You just gonna stand there?" Kitty wondered, now a little unsure if she should take off her clothes and step in.
"Oh! Right, sorry." Lance pulled off his shirt and set it on the counter, then looked away from her and slipped down his boxers. He rolled his eyes and stepped past Kitty and into the running shower.
She turned, her back to him as she undid the shirt once more, setting it onto the counter ontop of his. She then slipped off her borrowed boxers and stepped in behind him. Kitty hugged him again and said softly. "Even after what we just did, I feel a little embarassed... like this with you." Her forehead rested on his back.
"Maybe we should have done this first." Lance sounded just as nervous. "Hey." He turned around to face her. "Not going to do anything more, just let's kiss."
Kitty nodded and looked up, offering a smile. She smoothed out his now wet hair and kissed back affectionately. She stopped, letting out a sigh. "Okay. That was good. Real good. Mmn, Let's just get washed up, okay?"
"What's wrong?" Lance wondered.
"Y'know, nothing is wrong. Everything is right. Just... it's catching up. I'm really tired." Kitty smiled.
"Oh... oh! Well uh... go me?" Lance smiled. Kitty gave him a gentle punch. "Hey! I AM a guy."
"Yeah, whatever." Kitty stuck out her tongue again, grabbing a washcloth and a bottle of liquid soap. She poured some onto the cloth and lathered it up. She looked at Lance, then ran the cloth softly over Lance's chest.
Lance stopped teasing her. They stood in silence under the rush of hot water showering down on them as they started to wash each other, soft kisses occasionally breaking the tension. She looked far more exhausted than she let on. As he helped rinse her down, Lance lifted her chin to look into her eyes and whispered, "Time for bed, huh?"
"Huh? Oh... yeah." She nodded. "I feel clean enough." Kitty stepped out of the shower and grabbed one of the spare towels in there, drying herself down.
Lance reached down and turned off the water, stepping out to stand beside her. He dried himself with the other towel, pulling it around his waist modestly. He watched Kitty lovingly as she redressed in his dress shirt and shorts. He reached over to the counter, grabbing his own shirt and pulling it on quickly. He slipped on the boxers under his towel, eyes shifted back over to Kitty. Lance took her hand and said, "I'm ready."
Kitty nodded, "Okay." She walked with him into the bedroom and phasing carefully through the door to the hallway. They walked lightly, almost unnoticably down the hall back to Lance's room. She let go of his hand to fall onto the bed with a tired 'thump'.
Lance shook his head, turning off the light first. He then went back to the television and flipped that off so that they were almost in darkness. The light from the moon the only thing illuminating the room. He sat down on edge of the bed, turning the radio off so now they were in silence. He pulled up the covers and slipped under, then nudged Kitty. "Get under, it's a lot more comfortable."
Kitty let out a grumble, she followed his lead and slid under the covers tiredly. She snuggled up against him and said with a yawn, "G'night, Lance."
His eyes shifted down to her form against him. Lance smiled, giving her a soft kiss on the forehead. "Goodnight, Kitty. I love you too."
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"In The Garage" - by Val Shrum (kiyonekatz at yahoo dot com)
Chapter 31 1/2 - Extra Chapter, Part 2
Authors Notes: As I mentioned before, a bit of the beginning part of this fic will be recapping some of the stuff from the 31st/previous chapter. Those reading should be eighteen and over, etc, etc. Lemony parts ahead, you have been warned.
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Lance, Wanda, and Kitty waved and unplugged their instruments, taking them offstage quickly. Kurt did a polite bow from the back and headed to the backstage area where the others were packing up.
"Packing up already?" Kurt asked.
"Why not? It's late, Kurt." Wanda looked annoyed, "I want to get on the road before these kids do."
"You're a kid, also." Kurt teased.
"Whatever, Kurt." Wanda packed her bass in it's carrying case. She looked to Lance and Kitty. "So... I want to head out soon to get the equipment home. But it's your jeep, Lance. What's the agenda?"
"Agenda? Well uh..." Lance packed away his guitars carefully, then said, "Kitty, what do you want to do?"
Kitty zipped up her guitar bag as well, "We should get the stuff back to your place. No use fighting traffic later, right? It's not like we have to stay 'til the end. I hear there's a good horror movie on TV tonight."
"You're serious? You guys are such party poopers!" Kurt handed Wanda his drumsticks. "I guess I'll see you later then, Katzchen."
"Have a good night, Kurt." Kitty half-smiled at her friend. "I don't think I could dance anymore anyway."
"Yeah right." Kurt waved and went downstairs.
Wanda picked up her bass bag, "So off we go?"
"About time." Lance nodded and picked up his bags. He lead the way out the back to the jeep. Kitty did the same as she followed Lance to the vehicle.
The packing of the jeep was a different story. With four guitars, the backseat became very tightly cramped and rather uninhabitable.
"Oh geez. Where'll we all fit? I refuse to walk." Wanda wondered, the drivers seat and the passenger side only remained.
"You and Kitty can share the seat. It's not that small..." Lance pulled out his keys.
Wanda quickly snatched the keys out of Lance's hand, "How about... you and Kitty share the seat, and I drive? I promise I'll be gentle."
"Wanda!" Lance almost protested, then looked at Kitty. "... yeah, okay. Let's just go straight to The 'Hood to unload this stuff."
"Roger that." Wanda quickly moved over to the drivers side door, climbing in to take her seat.
Kitty gestured. "You sit and I'll uh... sit in your lap. I realize how unsafe this is. Just strap yourself in and I'll hold onto you. I hate to brag, but I think my ability stops me from getting hurt if something were to happen in transit... y'know?"
"That is NOT going to happen. Right Wanda?" Lance fastened his seatbelt and glared at Wanda.
"Of course it won't happen. You worry too much, Lance." Wanda put the keys in the ignition. "Get in, Kitty."
Kitty nodded, "Right. Okay." She pulled herself up to sit on Lance's lap. She let out a breath.
Lance wrapped his arms around her waist, carefully holding her close to him, "Not too bad, right?"
"No, no, it's not." Kitty blushed. Wanda started the Jeep and started to drive.
"Something wrong?" Lance asked, "Because if you're uncomfortable.."
"I'm not uncomfortable." Kitty put her arms around Lance's neck. She snuggled up against him, "Are you?"
He laughed, "No. This actually feels pretty good." Lance looked up at Kitty. "Err, I mean uh... it's no bother."
"Good." Kitty grinned down at him. Her right hand playfully fluffed his hair. Lance leaned up just slightly and kissed her.
Kitty returned the kiss. She could feel a nudge from Wanda before she broke away, "What is it, Wanda?"
"We're almost there. Give it a rest?"
"Oooookay..." Kitty rolled her eyes.
It wasn't a very long drive. Wanda pulled in next to the Brotherhood Boarding House. "You guys ARE helping load some of this stuff inside. Then I don't care what you do."
Kitty climbed off Lance's lap, "We wouldn't make you do all the work, Wanda." She reached over to pull out a guitar.
"I'd say we were pretty awful bandmates if we did." Lance unbuckled himself and climbed out, also reaching into the back and taking his two guitars. "That just leaves your bass, Wanda."
Wanda grabbed the bass and walked to the front door, opening it carefully and stepping inside. She waited until Lance had walked by, then slipped the jeep keys into his pocket. She then headed over to the basement door and opened it, walking down the stairs to store her instrument. Kitty and Lance followed her down, putting their guitars down. They re-entered the living room and Wanda walked over to the couch and took a seat.
"What's the plan now?" Wanda turned on the television.
Lance glanced at Kitty then said, "We're just gonna go watch the movie in my room. Nothing too amazing. Right Kitty?"
"Oh? Right." Kitty grabbed onto Lance's arm nervously. "See you later, Wanda."
"Right. G'night, kids." Wanda waved her hand as they retreated down the hall to Lance's room.
Kitty lead the way. Her hand slipped from around his arm and slipped down to grasp his hand lovingly. Lance opened the door for them as they walked in. He let go of her hand and closed the door behind them, instinctively clicking the lock.
"What channel is it on?" Lance asked, pulling off his jacket and tossing it into a chair.
"Channel five, I think." Kitty moved over to the television, turning it on and changing the channel. "Ah, there we go."
Lance sat down on the bed, untying his shoes. "This night felt like it would never end."
"Do you want it to end?" Kitty looked back at Lance, turning down the volume on the television. She sat down on the bed next to him. "I can go..."
"No! Geez, no Kitty." Lance looked at her, "I meant the dance. I'm so glad it's just over with. You were really freaking out earlier."
"... yeah, I guess I was." She untied her own shoes, kicking them off and leaning back to lay flat, looking up to the ceiling. "I guess I'm not ready for the big-time. You'll need to find another guitarist if you want to keep this up."
Lance shook his head. He slipped off his shoes and turned to look at Kitty, "Don't worry, I'll never ask you that ever again."
Kitty propped herself up just slightly off the bed, "You promise?"
"Cross my heart. For real, this time. I shouldn't have even asked." Lance looked guilty. "Thank you, though."
"You're welcome." Kitty spoke softly. She reached over and grabbed Lance's tie, pulling him over to her. He followed her lead, his body twisted toward her as she tilted her head and kissed him softly.
His hand went to her side, kissing affectionately in return as he pressed his body against hers atop the bed. Lance's eyes were closed as he murmured. "... no interruptions this time."
Kitty felt her heartbeat increase in her chest. "Right, no interruptions."
"What... something wrong?" Lance carefully ran his thumb across her cheek. "You're nervous."
"Not at all." Kitty smiled up at him, "How about you?"
"Perfect." He asked curiously, "Aren't we supposed to be watching a movie?"
"We are." Kitty glanced at the tv for a moment before she kissed Lance again.
Lance's eyes widened at the second kiss. He reached over and fumbled with the radio on the shelf, flipping it on. He closed his eyes and enjoyed her touch. "... good movie..." He whispered, his hands slipped back down to Kitty's sides. He pulled and turned, rolling over to place her laying on top of him.
"H-h-hey. What're you doing?" Kitty looked down at Lance. Her hand bracing herself against his chest.
"Uh..." Lance blushed. He replied honestly, "I like the way this feels."
Kitty blinked and nodded. An idea came to mind. She carefully slid down, placing her legs on either side of him. She sat up, grabbing his tie to pull him to sit up with her - Kitty now carefully balanced against his lap. "Do you? How is this?"
He laughed nervously, "I'd be stupid to say I didn't." Lance was quiet, almost muted as he watched her look him over. "...c'mon, what's on your mind?"
"You." Kitty stuck her tongue out at him with a smile. She undid his tie, letting it hang around his shoulders. Her hand slipped from the fabric of the tie over to his red button up shirt. She unfastened the first closed button.
Lance gulped. He couldn't hide the fact that this really turned him on. His body trapped beneath hers made him shudder involunterily. "Kitty... are you sure?" He let out a quick breath.
She looked him in the eyes, her hands slipped down to the next button and undid that one. Lance's chest partially exposed now. "Does this look like I'm kidding?" Kitty's voice was honest, but had an edge of shyness to it.
"No..." Lance leaned forward. "Neither am I." His hand slipped from around her waist to behind her, moving up to find the zipper to her dress. His own heartbeat speeding up from the anticipation of what they're doing as he slowly pulled the zipper down.
Her body tensed up as the dress hung loosely on her. Kitty blushed, "Not scared?" She didn't stop, moving down to the next shirt button, then the next, until finally the entire shirt was open. She looked up at him and let out a small laugh.
"Well, I wasn't until you laughed at me." Lance rolled his eyes.
"I'm not laughing at you!" Kitty nudged, "I'm just... maybe I AM a little nervous."
"You shouldn't be. More pressure on me than you." Lance noted.
"How does that work?" Kitty put her hands at his bare waist, under his shirt.
"Because... I want you to be happy. I want this to be perfect." Lance carefully tugged at the top to her dress, pulling it forward.
Kitty blushed. "Here uh... I should help with that." She removed her hands from his waist, now helping with the straps of the dress and pulling forward. It hung down around her still, the top part now off - exposing her bra now to him. She ermed. "I guess... uh... help. Get the belt?"
"Oh, the belt. Right." Lance snapped out of his gaze. He looked down and helped undo the red belt. He pulled it aside and tossed it on the ground, leaning in and kissing her once again.
She tugged at the fabric of her own dress, slipping it up to pull off. Kitty pulled away from the kiss and struggled a little. Lance helped her completely pull it off. It dropped onto the ground, crumpling with a soft noise. He kissed her again once the dress was off, hugging her to him lovingly.
"Your turn." She grinned in between kisses, her hands insistantly tugged at his shirt.
"What? Show me yours and I'll show you mine?" Lance joked. He let go of the hug, allowing Kitty to pull off his shirt. It fell behind him on the bed. He smiled nervously. "... now my belt."
Kitty let out a sharp breath. "Right. Of course. Just give me a second." She hugged herself to Lance.
"...whoa, hey. It's okay. Kitty? We don't have to do this." Lance said softly. "I can wait as long as you want to. Don't do this because you think we have to."
"I'm not doing this because I think we have to." Kitty pulled away from the hug and looked at Lance. "It's because I really want to be with you. It's just the build up. We've been close to this before, what's the difference now?"
"I uh... I don't know, Kitty." He blushed. "Want me to go faster?"
"No. It's okay." Kitty murmured, kissing his cheek. "This is great, this is just... fine." Lance turned his head to meet her lips.
"Only fine?" Lance brushed her hair back, "Here, let's get in a more comfortable position."
"Hmmm? I like this, though." Kitty reached down and found his belt, carefully undoing it.
Lance laughed and nervously said, "Yeah, but... I want don't want to uh... hey! Be careful!"
"Don't be so sensitive. I'm half naked here and you don't see ME complaining." Kitty slowly undid the button to his slacks, finding the zipper with her hand.
"Yeah, but..." His sentence cut short as Lance felt his slacks loosen around him. "Oh geez. Kitty!"
She climbed out of his lap to sit beside him on the bed, still helping with his pants until they finally were pulled down and off. Kitty smiled, "What? Now we're even."
"C'mere, you!" Lance turned toward Kitty. He playfully grabbed her, pulling her down with him to the bed. His boxers didn't leave much to the imagination for her as he laid against her. Locked once again in a warm kiss, Kitty reached over to the radio and turned it up louder. His hand slipped under her, unsnapping her bra with one swift motion. She let out a faint gasp, a blush of embarassment across her cheeks. "What?" Lance whispered. "You're beautiful, you know that?"
"Can I help it if I feel a little self conscious?" Kitty whispered back. "I... really..." She played with his hair. "Just shut up and kiss me."
Lance nodded. He took the demand seriously, kissing Kitty back. His hand slipped out from behind her to move along her side, just under the strap of her top. He stopped above her left breast. He cupped it softly, running his thumb over her stiffened nipple. Kitty let out a gasp mid-kiss. His other hand helped pull bra loose and then off between heated kisses. His head lowered to kiss along her neck, giving a gentle bite to her skin.
Kitty whimpered. "Lance... don't tease." Her hands hesitantly ran across his chest and then around and along his back.
"I'm not teasing." His voice sounded innocent. He started to move lower, kissing along her chest to her right breast. The left one still held gently, now the right given an affectionate touch with his lips and tongue. Kitty gripped Lance's hair.
"..uhn... yes you are!" Kitty almost whined between quick breaths. Lance continued to move lower, kissing along down to her stomach to finally reach the top of her panties.
His hand touched the band, finger sliding under the fabric. Lance looked up at Kitty, waiting for a moment of confirmation. She nodded, lifting her hips to allow him to pull down the underwear and slip them off. Lance moved back up to face her, giving Kitty a quick, impatient kiss on the lips. His left hand now set on her stomach.
Kitty's fingertips gently scratched his back, lowering to the brim of his boxers. She didn't hesitate, tugging them down.
Lance broke the kiss and whispered. "Hold on." He moved off of her and pulled the boxers completely down and off. "I... we need protection." He reached over and opened a drawer next to his bed, pulling out a condom.
"Of course." She stammered back, then said. "I'm not sure if I should be offended that you keep a supply ready or very happy that you thought ahead."
He shook his head. "No, it's not about that." Lance seemed embarassed. "I mean... I never thought... I don't think like that. Just, we'd been dating a really long time and we've gotten pretty close and.."
Kitty sat up and put a finger over his lips, "Shh... I get it. It was a joke. Want me to help put it on?"
"Yeah, that'd be... yeah." Lance handed it over the package to her.
"Don't get any ideas. I've never done this before." Kitty carefully opened it, pulling out the item. "I just remember those sex ed films."
"I may have skipped that class." Lance joked lightly. "But I'm pretty sure I have a good idea what I'm supposed to do."
"I'd hope so." Kitty carefully slipped the condom on Lance. Her eyes focused downwards as her hand ran along his length to make sure it fit securely. She blushed and looked back up into his eyes. "Now what?"
"Now we... uh... break a few laws." Lance guided Kitty back to lay down. He kissed her again, Kitty's arms wrapped around his neck in a hug. He parted her legs and positioned himself carefully at her entrance.
Kitty felt him press into her awkwardly. She winced, "W..wait. Slow down." The look on her face a little pained.
"Sorry. Just tell me if you want to stop." Lance sounded very concerned.
"No, keep going. Just slow it down." Kitty kissed him again. Lance closed his eyes, moving very slowly until he found some resistance. He moved back out, then rocked his hips against her at the same gentle pace. Kitty let out a gasp, her body tensed. "Ow."
"Ow? Shit, I don't want this to hurt!" Lance sounded panicked.
"Just a little, it's okay. I'm okay." Kitty reassured him, giving another kiss. "I want you. Don't stop now."
Lance calmed down, moving forward at her instruction. Finally he is completely enveloped by her. He broke the kiss as he vocalized a pleasured groan. He started a soft but steady rhythm in and out of her, his body weight pressing her against the bed.
At first there was a small rush of pain at the initial entry for her. However, it didn't take too long for her body to respond to the stimulation and the pain subsided. Their bodies heated up with the friction between them, sweat mixing together. Kitty muffled a moan against Lance's shoulder.
"Oh... oh Lance..." Kitty panted. She held onto him tightly as she felt a wave of pleasure overwhelm her. Her body shuddered under him. She pressed her head against his skin. "...wow how about you?" She kissed him again.
"Ungh..." Lance continued his pace until finally his release was triggered as Kitty's own pushed him over the edge. His body shook against her, returning the kiss between his vocalized, incoherant words.
Kitty closed her eyes and cuddled against Lance. She giggled after a long silence, "...so uh... we're all sweaty and stuff now..."
Lance had the largest smile on his face. "I think that's how you know we did it right."
"But I don't think I can sleep like this. Like, maybe a shower?" Kitty touched Lance's hair. "I forgot we're at the 'hood house. Your bathroom is scary."
"Yeah... sorry. There is the bathroom in Mystique's room, but after she returned for that bit, she reinforced the door. None of us have made it in there, not even Fred." Lance let out a soft sigh.
"... we're forgetting something very important here, you realize." Kitty commented.
"What's that?" Lance blinked.
"I can walk through walls. Looks like we've got a private shower." She smirked. "Care to join me?"
"K-K-Kitty! Are you trying to embarass me?" Lance stammered.
"Too late for that now." Kitty kissed him again. "C'mon, let's slip on some clothes and sneak up there. It's late, no one's up..."
"You sure? Uh... okay..." Lance pulled away from Kitty. He let out a relaxed sigh as his body was separated from her. He sat up and disposed of the condom in a nearby garbage can. He reached down and grabbed his boxers, pulling them back on with a little bit of a blush. His back to Kitty.
Kitty stretched and sat up, looking around for something to wear. 'I don't want to wear my dress. Ugh.' Lance's red shirt was still on the bed, she pulled it on and buttoned it most of the way up. Kitty moved in behind Lance and gave him a playful hug from behind. "I love you." She ermed, "Find me a bottom to wear?"
"Oh I see, offer your love THEN ask for favors." He stood up and went to his dresser drawers, pulling out another pair of boxers and tossing them to her. "I hope boxers don't offend you." He reached in and also pulled out a white shirt, slipping it on.
"As long as they're clean, I think I'll manage." Kitty carefully slipped them on, leaving the shirt untucked and loose. She stood up and offered her hand to him. "So... just down the hall and around the corner, right?"
Lance smiled and took her hand, pulling her to him. He tilted his head, giving an affectionate kiss. "Sure Kitty."
"So THIS is all it took?" Kitty asked curiously.
"All what took?" Lance asked back, clearly not understanding the question.
Kitty grasped his hand and lead the way. "All it took was us sleeping together for us to... just act normal around each other."
"We act normal around each other all the time."
"Sometimes we do." She smiled. "C'mon." Kitty tugged Lance along. They exited the room and quickly made it to Mystique's old room. She triggered her mutant ability and phased them both through, into the unoccupied room.
"That was easy." Lance commented, following Kitty to the bathroom.
"Seriously." She flipped on the light and sat on the side of the tub, turning on the water to check the tempurature.
Lance closed the door behind them anyway. He looked a little hesitant, leaning against the sink counter. Kitty reached over and turned a knob, turning it so the shower started up. She pulled the curtain back and looked at Lance. "What?"
"What, what?" Lance asked.
"... you can't shower in your clothes. You just gonna stand there?" Kitty wondered, now a little unsure if she should take off her clothes and step in.
"Oh! Right, sorry." Lance pulled off his shirt and set it on the counter, then looked away from her and slipped down his boxers. He rolled his eyes and stepped past Kitty and into the running shower.
She turned, her back to him as she undid the shirt once more, setting it onto the counter ontop of his. She then slipped off her borrowed boxers and stepped in behind him. Kitty hugged him again and said softly. "Even after what we just did, I feel a little embarassed... like this with you." Her forehead rested on his back.
"Maybe we should have done this first." Lance sounded just as nervous. "Hey." He turned around to face her. "Not going to do anything more, just let's kiss."
Kitty nodded and looked up, offering a smile. She smoothed out his now wet hair and kissed back affectionately. She stopped, letting out a sigh. "Okay. That was good. Real good. Mmn, Let's just get washed up, okay?"
"What's wrong?" Lance wondered.
"Y'know, nothing is wrong. Everything is right. Just... it's catching up. I'm really tired." Kitty smiled.
"Oh... oh! Well uh... go me?" Lance smiled. Kitty gave him a gentle punch. "Hey! I AM a guy."
"Yeah, whatever." Kitty stuck out her tongue again, grabbing a washcloth and a bottle of liquid soap. She poured some onto the cloth and lathered it up. She looked at Lance, then ran the cloth softly over Lance's chest.
Lance stopped teasing her. They stood in silence under the rush of hot water showering down on them as they started to wash each other, soft kisses occasionally breaking the tension. She looked far more exhausted than she let on. As he helped rinse her down, Lance lifted her chin to look into her eyes and whispered, "Time for bed, huh?"
"Huh? Oh... yeah." She nodded. "I feel clean enough." Kitty stepped out of the shower and grabbed one of the spare towels in there, drying herself down.
Lance reached down and turned off the water, stepping out to stand beside her. He dried himself with the other towel, pulling it around his waist modestly. He watched Kitty lovingly as she redressed in his dress shirt and shorts. He reached over to the counter, grabbing his own shirt and pulling it on quickly. He slipped on the boxers under his towel, eyes shifted back over to Kitty. Lance took her hand and said, "I'm ready."
Kitty nodded, "Okay." She walked with him into the bedroom and phasing carefully through the door to the hallway. They walked lightly, almost unnoticably down the hall back to Lance's room. She let go of his hand to fall onto the bed with a tired 'thump'.
Lance shook his head, turning off the light first. He then went back to the television and flipped that off so that they were almost in darkness. The light from the moon the only thing illuminating the room. He sat down on edge of the bed, turning the radio off so now they were in silence. He pulled up the covers and slipped under, then nudged Kitty. "Get under, it's a lot more comfortable."
Kitty let out a grumble, she followed his lead and slid under the covers tiredly. She snuggled up against him and said with a yawn, "G'night, Lance."
His eyes shifted down to her form against him. Lance smiled, giving her a soft kiss on the forehead. "Goodnight, Kitty. I love you too."
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