A.N. Sorry for the weight! I have been very busy and stuff. Anyway, enough of my excuses. This chapter is Kietro fluffiness. I hope you enjoy. The next chapter will be a while. I am visiting family, and I won't have access to a computer during my stay. Sorry. Anyway, enjoy the story and thanks for all of your loyal reviews!

To put it frankly, Pietro was getting bored. Some blond, whose name he couldn't quite remember, was hanging all over his arm.

~~ What was her name again? Oh yah, Jessica or something like that. ~~ It had been about an hour and a half since he had arrived and already he was out of interesting things to do. Pietro scanned the crowd for a girl who could replace... Jessica. His eyes fell onto a girl in the middle of the crowd. She was so intoned to the music; it seemed she was part of the beat itself. She moved so he could make out her features. ~~ Holy crap! Kitty Pryde! Hell! That outfit. Isn't it a little cold for that kind of thing? And hell, I didn't know she could dance like that! ~~ He thought shocked, his eyes still transfixed on Kitty's dancing form. ~~ But of course I'm still better. ~~ He thought egotistically. Suddenly an interesting idea struck him. He pushed away Jessica, causing her to make a humf sound, and headed into the crowd, towards Kitty. ~~ This should be fun. ~~

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Kitty had been at the club for almost an hour now, but she still wasn't tiring at all. She was having a blast as the music pounded around her. It encased her in a stress relieved shell; just her and the music. Suddenly she felt a tap on her shoulder and her shell was shattered. She turned around to come face to face with Pietro Maximoff.

"Oh great. Like what do you want?" She asked angrily.

"Just couldn't help to notice that you're pretty good at dancing, but nowhere near as good as me," Pietro baited.

"Oh really? I bet I could dance just as good, even better, than you," Kitty said stubbornly.

~~ Hook, line, and sinker. ~~ Pietro thought smugly. "Then why don't we test that theory?" Suddenly a fast beat started up.

"You're on!" Kitty said confidently.

As the beat of the music quickened, Pietro and Kitty started dancing. Their bodies were quickly closing towards each other as the dance floor became more packed. They were a mere inch apart as they swayed and swerved to the quick, pulsing beat. Their dace styles were completely different, yet their moves intertwined with one another. Without realizing it, their dance became a duet instead of two solos. Their bodies moved together in fast, swift motions; hands twirling, hips swaying against one another. Pietro's hands moved to the small of Kitty's back, pulling her closer, if possible. Kitty twisted so her back was to his chest, his hands now clutched around her stomach. Her hands twirled around his neck, pulling his head down towards her shoulder. Their bodies now one, moving rhythmically to the steady pulsing beat of the music. As the music slowly came to an end, Kitty tilted her head so their noses were touching. Pietro and Kitty stared into each other's eyes, lost in some kind of sensual trance, oblivious to the others around them. Both were breathing heavily, their mouths a mere centimeter apart from the other's and closing. Their lips almost brushing against each other when...

"Kitty?! Kitty, where are you?" Scott's voice yelled over the crowd's roar. Kitty, realizing what she was about to do, jumped out of Pietro's arms, her eyes wide with shock. She stared at Pietro, who was just as startled.

"There you are, Kitty. I've been looking for you," Scott said as he neared her, not noticing Pietro. Kitty's eyes were still locked with Pietro's when he smirked and melded into the crowd. Kitty snapped to attention as she realized Scott was now standing beside her.

Quickly recovering, she said, "Time already? Whoa! Just got carried away there for a sec."

"Yah. Time to head back to the institute," Scott said. Kitty followed Scott to the car, glancing over her shoulder, remembering her dance with Pietro. This made her face flush deeply as she entered Scott's car.

"Are you okay, Kitty? You look a little flushed," Scott stated, obviously slightly concerned, considering the weather was almost freezing.

"No, no. I'm like completely fine. I'm just a little tired from all the dancing, you know," Kitty lied. Scott seemed to buy it as he started the car.

~~ I seem to be getting good at lying. I'm not so sure that's a good thing. ~~ She thought as they started down the street. Her thoughts shifted to Pietro. ~~ What is wrong with me? Why do I fell this way whenever Pietro is close?! Ugh. I'm just totally stressed. Tonight I was supposed to relax and just dance, but relaxing was definitely not what I was doing! I just need to find another way to relieve this stress because it's really getting to me! ~~ Kitty thought, but somewhere, deep inside, she knew she was lying to herself about it just being stress.