Disclaimer: As usual, I don't own them. Damn.

A/N: Look at that! I'm already updating! I'm so proud of myself. And the chapter is even a bit longer than the last one. Better and better. I don't think I'll be updating again within the next few days since I'm going to concentrate on finishing up the next chapter of a couple of my other stories that haven't been updated in a while. Thanks to those of you who already reviewed the last chapter, I hope you like this one as well! So, as usual, read, enjoy, and review!

"Excuse me?"

Pietro said nothing in response. He didn't need to. He knew exactly what that tone of voice meant and now he just waited for her reaction with a bit of a smug smile on his face.

"You're good? You're not good. You're a complete and utter moron." Rogue wanted to strangle him. What the hell had he been thinking, kissing her like that? Did he have a death wish?

"I am a genius." Pietro said simply as if it were a fact that everyone should be aware of.

"Genius?" Rogue's voice clearly reflected her disbelief. "What makes you say that?"

"Simple. I have found a way to touch you. Clearly if I move fast enough, and there's no question that I always do, I can kiss you for awhile before your powers kick in and you absorb my wonderful personality. It's perfect." He grinned as Rogue stared at him like he'd grown another head.

"It's crazy." She shook her head. "Not to mention dangerous." Rogue hesitated a bit before she spoke again. "I don't want to hurt you." The last was said softly as if she was unsure whether or not she wanted to be heard or not.

"Well you're not running up to lock yourself in your room, so that's a start." Pietro told her. Rogue let out a sigh.

"That's not what I meant and you know it, Pietro."

"So, it'd be okay to hurt me emotionally instead of physically?" he asked, a neutral expression on his face. Rogue closed her eyes as if she were trying to find patience.

"I didn't say that either."

"And yet, I don't think you realize that it doesn't matter if we don't touch because even if I remained conscious, avoiding me is only going to hurt me anyway. Besides, let's not forget that I've kissed you three times already and not once have I been knocked out by you." Rogue's eyes narrowed a bit.

"That could change at any moment." She threatened. Pietro's smile turned to a smirk.

"I don't think so. If you wanted to knock me out, I'd be down for the count already." It was said with such complete confidence that Rogue couldn't argue with him.

Not to mention that the jerk was right.

If she was going to knock him out, she would've done it already. She hated it when he was right. How was it that he seemed to know her almost as well as she knew herself? Maybe even better sometimes. Because right now, he was really hitting the nail on the head about what she would and wouldn't do. And she knew for a fact that he knew she wouldn't mind the kisses continuing.

But how long could they continue this before someone got hurt? Most likely Pietro.

She was snapped out of her thoughts by Pietro waving his hand in front of her face.

"Hello? Roguey? Anybody home?" Pietro shook his head as Rogue focused on him again. "You know, you really need to stop doing that." Rogue looked at him in confusion.

"Doing what?" she asked. Pietro sighed.

"Thinking."

Rogue just looked at him. Even with her thoughts seeming to fly through her head because of the brief contact, she still couldn't seem to keep up with him. Who was she kidding? It was probably impossible for anybody to realize how Pietro's mind worked.

"What?" was all she could think of to ask.

"I said you need to quit thinking. It's not healthy."

"Funny, you seem to prove the exact opposite every single day."

"Rogue, Rogue, Rogue. I'm serious. You need to stop thinking. Just feel. You're trying to analyze whatever it is that's between us when it's obvious that we're attracted to each other. And who could blame you? But overanalyzing things just isn't healthy. Then you become a world-class brooder and I don't think you want that. Just go with it and who cares what anyone else says or thinks? Do something selfish." Pietro continued to look at her, keeping his eyes on hers as if he could tell what she was thinking by doing that.

He really wasn't expecting what happened next though.

Rogue nodded slowly as she let his words sink in. She focused her gaze on him and bit her bottom lip before speaking.

"You know, Silver, I think you might be onto something." Pietro blinked in surprise.

"I am?" he blurted, his surprise evident in his voice. Then he realized what he'd said and gave himself a mental shake. "I mean, of course I am." He paused. He wanted to know exactly what she was thinking. "Just what exactly is it?" Now Rogue smiled.

"This." She said, stepping up to him and pressing her lips to his.

"Wanda?"

Wanda glanced up and blinked a few times as she saw who was standing in her doorway. That certainly hadn't been what she was expecting. She made sure she hid her surprise before answering.

"Yeah, Kitty?" she asked. The younger girl took a step into the room.

"Can I like talk to you?" Wanda raised an eyebrow at that. Again, not what she'd been expecting. She nodded and Kitty came further into the room to sit near her. She didn't say anything right away, just studied Wanda silently for a bit. Wanda shifted, not comfortable with the scrutiny.

"What?"

"What's your problem with me?" Kitty said bluntly. Both of Wanda's eyebrows went up at that.

"What do you mean?" she hedged. Kitty rolled her eyes.

"It's like totally obvious that you've got something against me. And I so want to know what it is because I don't like having someone mad at me when I don't even like know what I did."

Wanda fought back a sigh. So clearly she hadn't hid that as well as she thought. But what she was more worried about now was whether or not Kurt or anyone else had noticed. Not to mention she had no idea what she was going to tell Kitty.

"Who said I had something against you?" At that, Wanda fought not to roll her own eyes. Oh no, that didn't look like a completely obvious attempt to avoid the question.

"No one had to like say anything. I just noticed. So I want to know what it is." She continued to watch Wanda, who didn't say anything at first but instead looked over at the open door of the room. She could always just flat out tell Kitty but there was no way she was doing it with the door open.

Kitty followed her gaze and realizing what the problem was, got up and shut the door before returning back to her spot.

"Okay, no one can hear us now. So like what is it?"

Wanda hesitated, not sure how she wanted to do this. Hell, she wasn't even sure if she wanted to do this. But there was really no going back now, was there?

"Kurt likes you." There. She'd said it. She didn't have to like and she almost didn't want to see Kitty's reaction, but if there was anything that Wanda wasn't, it was a coward. And there was no way she was just going to leave now because she didn't want to hear how happy Kitty was about it or something.

And then Kitty reacted in the way that Wanda had least expected her to.

She burst out laughing.

"What?" she gasped in between her laughter. Wanda stared at her as if she'd gone crazy, which she was pretty sure Kitty had.

"I said Kurt likes you." She repeated slowly.

"You think Kurt likes me?" Kitty finally managed to get out as her laughter died down to only the occasional giggle. Wanda raised her eyes to the ceiling with impatience before looking back at her.

"That's what I said, isn't it?"

Kitty shook her head. "Kurt so doesn't like me. At least not the way you're thinking." She said. Wanda looked at her skeptically.

"He does."

"Why do you think that?"

"He thinks you're sweet." Wanda muttered. Kitty smiled as it became clear to her.

"That doesn't mean a thing. Wanda, that like doesn't mean he likes me. Trust me. A guy can think a girl is sweet and not like her as anything more than a friend. Besides, Kurt is practically like my brother and that would be so gross! And anyway, I like Lance and I'm pretty sure he likes…" she trailed off, abruptly shutting her mouth and Wanda looked at her with a bit of her own disbelief.

"Kurt likes someone?" she asked. Kitty bit her lip, debating on how much to say. After all, Kurt hadn't actually come out and said that he liked Wanda but anyone with a brain could totally see it.

"Well, he hasn't told me that he does, but I'm like pretty sure he does." She paused. "Do you want to know who?" Wanda shook her head.

"No." she said firmly. She looked away and frowned as she thought of what it could mean if Kurt liked someone else. She let out a sigh and turned back to Kitty. "Yes." Kitty smiled.

"Okay, so I like totally think that Kurt likes…well, that he likes you, Wanda." Kitty stared at Wanda, waiting for her reaction with a bit of excitement on her face. Wanda just stared blankly at Kitty before she managed to form one thought.

"Huh?"

"He likes you. As in as more than a friend. Now the question is, what are you going to do about it?"

Wanda sat back and fixed her gaze on a spot on the wall. Kurt didn't like Kitty. Kitty thought Kurt liked her.

Well, hell.