Disclaimer: Again. I don't own them. Oh well. I'm too tired to care right now.

A/N: Okay, update again. I hope that everyone's still enjoying reading this, which is why I'm still going with the updating and I will continue to. Hope that if you're in school everything's going great. Things are about to start here in college and I really don't want it to, but maybe I can update more. I obviously did that more in school then over the summer. Enjoy and please review!

"What-the-hell-do-you-think-your-doing?! Didn't-you-hear-me? Close-the-damn-door-Avalanche!" Pietro growled as he leaned down and made sure that Rogue's body was covered, not caring that the sheet was dangerously falling down his waist, beginning to reveal things. Lance's eyes had yet to fall back into place as they were bugged out, staring towards the scene in front of him. Kitty giggled and slowly took ahold of his arm.

"Sorry! We'll leave you two alone! Rogue, I expect total details!" Kitty exclaimed as she pulled Lance from the door and closed the door behind him. Pietro glared at the door for a few minutes until he felt a cool hand touch his cheek.

"What are you thinking about?" Rogue said softly. She carefully tugged the sheet up against her chest. "Unless, you're not thinking and you just plan on staring at that door for a minute." Pietro growled again as he slowly got up, not taking care about the fact that he was now roaming around his room completely naked.

"Why'd they have to walk in?" Rogue laughed, shaking her head as she sat up.

"Pietro, it's not like they planned it."

"Oh, I-bet-they-did. Everyone-in-this-damn-house-is-trying-to-ruin-my-life!" Rogue frowned as Pietro grabbed his jeans and slipped them on, not bothering to button them as they hung low on his hips. She shrugged as she pulled her legs up towards her body and waited as Pietro continued on his rant. "I-should-just-move-out. I-mean-Mystique's-not-here-anymore-and-Lance-thinks-he-can-push-me-arou-" Pietro stopped as his blue gaze centered on Rogue's sad face. He was by her side in a second, sitting on the bed, pushing the hair out of her face, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing. You were saying?" Pietro tipped her chin up, looking into her eyes.

"Don't tell me that, what's wrong?" Rogue shrugged, moving away from his touch. Pietro's brow furrowed and he looked up at her as she slowly slid out from under the covers, getting her clothes together. "Hey. What-do-you-think-you're-doing?"

"I'm getting ready Pietro. Kitty and I obviously have to get back to the Institute." Pietro crossed his arms as he stood up, before Rogue could do much more, he was by her side, grabbing her wrists as he pushed her up against the wall, his lips attacking hers. She moaned into his mouth as his hands roamed down her body. He pulled her body demandingly against his as their kiss deepened. When they pulled apart, in order to breath, Rogue's eyes were heavy-lidded and her lips slightly pink and swollen. "Okay, what was that for?" She managed to slowly say.

"What-do-you-think-it-was-for-you-ninny?" Pietro exclaimed, his hands still clenched around her waist. "You-were-getting-ready-to-go-because-you-were-starting-to-think-that-I-didn't-care-about-what-happened-earlier." Rogue's eyes suddenly became wetter, silver flecks merging with the brillant green.

"That's not what I was going to do. Besides that. Not everything is about you Pietro Maximoff."

"Are-you-insane? Of-course-everything-is-about-me!" Pietro smirked, then taking another look into Rogue's emotion-crazed eyes, he sighed, "Look.Earlier. It meant the world to me alright? I just, I'm pissed that Lance and Kitty came in on it." He ran a shaky hand through his silver hair, "I wanted to spend time with you. Just the two of us. I thought that maybe that was what you wanted." Rogue slowly smiled, watching as Pietro was slowly beginning to realize that he actually cared for someone other than himself.

"Well, I can't believe it. I'll be damned." She muttered.

"What? Why-be-damned? I-see-absolutely-no-reason-to-damn-me!" Rogue rolled her eyes and shook her head as she brushed by Pietro. She crossed her arms.

"I've told you before Pietro, it's not about you! What I was talking about was the fact that finally, it hit you. Finally you've realized that you care about someone else. Not just yourself. It's freaking you out." Pietro frowned. He didn't care about anyone. Nobody had ever cared about him so why did he care about anyone? No. It wasn't happening.

"No, that's not what I'm freaking out about. I'm freaking out about the fact that I have no clue what I'm going to tell Lance. That's it." Pietro lied. He bit his tongue. This was getting ridiculous. He never acted like that. He could lie like no other. What the hell? Rogue rolled her eyes and growled softly as she gathered her things and opening the bedroom door, made a point to slam it behind her.

Oh shit.

Lance looked across the kitchen island towards Kitty, shakily he held a bottle of water as he lifted it up and took another huge swig of it. Shaking his head, he ran hid hands over his eyes a moment and then looked towards Kitty again. She laughed softly at him as she took a sip of her soda. "You okay?" Lance looked over towards her, shock still apparent on his face.

"You're asking if I'm okay?" Kitty nodded, "I just walked in on Pietro having sex with Rogue! And you're asking if I'm okay!" Kitty laughed and shook her head again.

"Actually, I think they were in some serious after-glow time. No sex." Lance rolled his eyes.

"That is not the point!" Biting her lower lip, she tried to keep from laughing again but was seriously failing.

"Then what is the point? It's not like you could've possibly known. Besides that, we didn't' even know if they were here. I mean, having the house to yourself, sometimes things get boring." She suddenly became very interested at the coke can in front of her. She began tracing the top of it with her finger. Lance raised an eyebrow towards her when it finally sank in what she had said.

"What?"

"Huh?" Kitty replied, refusing to meet his gaze.

"What did you just say?" Lance said. Kitty shrugged and continued to trace the top of the can, only she slowly began pacing back and forth.

"Oh. It was nothing. I was just trying to take your mind off of what you saw and hey! Look, I did. So no worries. I'm going to go watch t.v. now." Kitty quickly turned to walk through the foyer towards the living room but Lance was quicker and he cut off her escape. She sighed.

"What did you really say?" Kitty looked up at him mournfully. Trying to get of what she had really said. This was around the time that she really regretted having a big mouth.

"Nothing." She replied. When Lance pushed her chin up, forcing him to look at her she sighed, "Alright, fine. I had just said that sometimes, being in a house, all alone. Two people can get, really bored. That's all. Okay? No more third degree." Lance smiled slowly and shook his head.

"Okay. No more third degree. I promise. But we're definitely going to talk about thi-"

"Where-do-you-think-you're-going? You-can't-just-walk-home!" Pietro yelled, interrupting Lance, as he walked out of his room. Both Lance and Kitty peeked out around the corner only to see Rogue storming down the stairs and towards the door.

"I'm leaving Pietro! Kitty, see if Lance can take you home. I have to go for a walk!" Rogue yelled. Pietro stood at the top of the stairs, still half naked.

"Well, fine. Leave!" Pietro yelled back. He spotted Lance and Kitty at the bottom of the stairs. "What are you looking at?" Both shrugged.

"Nothing." Kitty replied. "Maybe I should go after her." She mumbled, loud enough for Lance to hear, but low enough for Pietro to miss. Lance shook his head.

"No. I think you should stay here. We'll let the village idiot take care of his own mess. Besides, she told you to stay with me. I'll take you back home." Pietro glared down towards Lance as he leaned against the wall, arms crossed.

"I heard that Alvers. And-if-you-think-I'm-an-idiot-why-don't-you-tell-me-how-to-fix-this!" Pietro growled. Lance slowly smirked.

"Oh no. You got yourself into this, you can get yourself out." Pietro slowly pushed himself off the wall. Next thing Lance and Kitty saw was a fully-clothed Pietro rushing down the stairs and both swore they heard a small, 'Damn women' whisper by them.