NOTE: Ah..our favorite couple is back. This chapter is short for a
reason..but don't worry, the next kietro chapter will be way way longer.
Thanks for all your patience and reviews!
Kitty sat back in her seat, fiddling with her necklace, and trying to figure out why Pietro was acting so weird. Wierder than usual, Kitty amended. He had been almost..sweet when he'd complimented her on her appearance. Then, when she had mentioned Lance, he had morphed back into his usual obnoxious self, Kitty thought, annoyed. She tried not to stare at Pietro's chiseled profile. He really was ridiculously good-looking. Not as good-looking as Lance, of course, Kitty quickly amended, embarrassed at the direction her thoughts were headed.
"So, um, what's the plan anyway?" Kitty ventured, dying to break the silence. Pietro turned to her, an eyebrow raised.
"The plan? What is this "Mission Impossible?" Pietro scoffed. Kitty gritted her teeth.
"Are you trying to tell me that we're supposed to just waltz in and act like a couple, and that's it?" Kitty snapped.
"That's exactly what I'm saying. There's nothing to it. I pay you a few compliments in front of Lance and Siren, you pay me a few compliments, end of story. You can handle that, can't you Pryde? Unless, you think you might choke on the words," Pietro quipped, his lips curving in a sly smirk. Kitty blushed when she realized she'd been staring at those lips for awhile, and bristled immediately at his tone.
"Don't worry, I can handle it," Kitty retorted. "Just make sure you don't act like a jerk or you're not going to give Lance much to feel jealous about."
"Relax, Pryde. We'll be fine. There's no need to plan out every last little detail," Pietro said confidently.
"Let's just get out of the car before someone sees us and thinks we were making out or something," Kitty shot back. Pietro laughed at that and put an arm around her shoulder. Kitty jumped and blushed. "What are you doing?"
"I knew you couldn't do this," Pietro said with exasperation, removing his arm. Kitty flushed, and squared her shoulders.
"I can too handle this!" Kitty said hotly, and crossed her arms.
"Oh really? Is that why you nearly fainted when I put my arm around you?" Pietro challenged. "I mean my touch is pretty amazing but this is really-,"
"Oh shut up!" Kitty said through clenched teeth. "All I'm saying is that we should draw some boundaries or one of us is going to end up handicapped by the end of the night!"
Pietro smiled then, softly, sending Kitty's pulse racing against her will. "Why, do I make you nervous?"
"No," Kitty said flustered at how sincere he looked. "I just don't-.oh forget it!"
"We're going to have to do some touching if we're going to make it believable, Pryde," Pietro said, glancing at her flushed face with amusement.
"Fine," Kitty muttered, "fine, but you better not try to kiss me."
"If I remember correctly, you were the first one to kiss me," Pietro said with a smug smile.
He just had to go and mention that, Kitty thought, groaning with embarrassment. "I was temporarily insane then, I'd like to think I know better now!" Kitty managed to retort.
"Whatever you say, Kitty," Pietro said lightly, but his blue eyes were still laughing at her. He put his arm around her shoulders again, and Kitty forced herself to calm down. It was only Pietro. Stupid, annoying, Pietro...right.
Kitty sat back in her seat, fiddling with her necklace, and trying to figure out why Pietro was acting so weird. Wierder than usual, Kitty amended. He had been almost..sweet when he'd complimented her on her appearance. Then, when she had mentioned Lance, he had morphed back into his usual obnoxious self, Kitty thought, annoyed. She tried not to stare at Pietro's chiseled profile. He really was ridiculously good-looking. Not as good-looking as Lance, of course, Kitty quickly amended, embarrassed at the direction her thoughts were headed.
"So, um, what's the plan anyway?" Kitty ventured, dying to break the silence. Pietro turned to her, an eyebrow raised.
"The plan? What is this "Mission Impossible?" Pietro scoffed. Kitty gritted her teeth.
"Are you trying to tell me that we're supposed to just waltz in and act like a couple, and that's it?" Kitty snapped.
"That's exactly what I'm saying. There's nothing to it. I pay you a few compliments in front of Lance and Siren, you pay me a few compliments, end of story. You can handle that, can't you Pryde? Unless, you think you might choke on the words," Pietro quipped, his lips curving in a sly smirk. Kitty blushed when she realized she'd been staring at those lips for awhile, and bristled immediately at his tone.
"Don't worry, I can handle it," Kitty retorted. "Just make sure you don't act like a jerk or you're not going to give Lance much to feel jealous about."
"Relax, Pryde. We'll be fine. There's no need to plan out every last little detail," Pietro said confidently.
"Let's just get out of the car before someone sees us and thinks we were making out or something," Kitty shot back. Pietro laughed at that and put an arm around her shoulder. Kitty jumped and blushed. "What are you doing?"
"I knew you couldn't do this," Pietro said with exasperation, removing his arm. Kitty flushed, and squared her shoulders.
"I can too handle this!" Kitty said hotly, and crossed her arms.
"Oh really? Is that why you nearly fainted when I put my arm around you?" Pietro challenged. "I mean my touch is pretty amazing but this is really-,"
"Oh shut up!" Kitty said through clenched teeth. "All I'm saying is that we should draw some boundaries or one of us is going to end up handicapped by the end of the night!"
Pietro smiled then, softly, sending Kitty's pulse racing against her will. "Why, do I make you nervous?"
"No," Kitty said flustered at how sincere he looked. "I just don't-.oh forget it!"
"We're going to have to do some touching if we're going to make it believable, Pryde," Pietro said, glancing at her flushed face with amusement.
"Fine," Kitty muttered, "fine, but you better not try to kiss me."
"If I remember correctly, you were the first one to kiss me," Pietro said with a smug smile.
He just had to go and mention that, Kitty thought, groaning with embarrassment. "I was temporarily insane then, I'd like to think I know better now!" Kitty managed to retort.
"Whatever you say, Kitty," Pietro said lightly, but his blue eyes were still laughing at her. He put his arm around her shoulders again, and Kitty forced herself to calm down. It was only Pietro. Stupid, annoying, Pietro...right.