Author's Note- Any fan of Luba's will know where the boxers came from.

Side Note- The story just reach one hundred pages typed. It is hereby my longest fanfic and one of my longest stories period.

Staying Over

I never went to college
I don't have a degree
Let's say I went to night school
I learned all I know on the streets
I wasn't born a rich man
I ain't got no pedigree
The sweat on this old collar
That's my Ph.D.

It comes down to this
I wouldn't exist
Without you it ain't worth the grind
I'd fight for one kiss
On a night like this
You make me feel I could fly
-Bon Jovi

Kitty was silent for a few moments after Remy left. "Um... now what?" she asked.

"Want the tour?" Pete asked.

"'Tour'?" Kitty asked raising one eyebrow.

"We're in the living room," Pete said. He led her to the room they had been in before. "This is the kitchen/dining room." He led her into the last room. "An' this is me bedroom." He sat down on his bed.

"That is the only clean thing in this apartment," Kitty said.

"O' course!" Pete exclaimed. "I ain't going t' sleep in filth."

"So, you can live in it but not sleep in it?"

"Yeah," Pete nodded. "Ave a seat." He patted the bed. "You know, this is the first time we've been really alone, at least in a bedroom." He reached out gently cupping her chin. They kissed slowly.

"Are you going to come back?" Kitty asked.

"Of course," he smiled. "So, what'd you think of the guys?"

"They seemed nice," Kitty said.

"Be honest, luv."

Kitty laughed. "I am. John's... interesting."

"That's one way to put it."

"And Jardine seems to be sweet."

"Right."

"The other two didn't really say enough for me to form much of an opinion," Kitty finished.

"Which is very unusual." He grinned suddenly. "There's something seriously wrong with me."

"I knew that," Kitty said brightly. Pete gave her a look which only cause her to smile. "What?"

"I have a beautiful woman on me bed and I'm talkin'," he shook his head. "This just ain't right."

She laughed. "And what should you be doing?"

His grin melted into a lazy, sensual smile. "Do you really want me t' answer that?"

She blushed at the look alone. "Judging by that look I'm guessing that I can figure it out myself."

"Tired yet?"

"In the states it's already one," Kitty admitted yawning.

He smiled. "Let's get some sleep then."

"'Let's'?"

"The bathroom's through there," he pointed to a room connected to his bedroom. She grabbed her bag and went into the bathroom. It wasn't as dirty as she expected. She washed her face, brushed her hair, and changed into a skimpy pink tank top and a pair of boxer shorts with Scooby on them. She came back out and saw that Pete had stripped down to his boxers.

Her initial surprise was forgotten when she saw that the boxers were a bright, happy green color, and had equally bright yellow flowers on them. "Oh, my," was all she could get out before she began to laugh, and laugh hard. She fell back against the door in her mirth.

Pete blinked; confused by her laughter and getting the feeling that he should be offended. "Wot?" he asked finally.

She bit her lip to keep in her laughter and met his blue gaze. "Mostly its those," Kitty smiled.

Pete raised one eyebrow smirking mischievously. "Would ya like me t' take them off, luv?"

She blushed. "No, that's okay. I'm just tired; I guess that, and the emotional roller coaster we were on today just caught up with me. This just doesn't seem to be something you would wear. It's like seeing you in jeans."

"Mebbe, but you didn't laugh at that," he pointed out before flopping down on his bed.

Kitty smiled at the memory. "No, I didn't. That's because you look really hot in jeans."

He grinned. "Thanks, luv." He patted the bed. "Are ya comin' over here?" She blushed a little going over to him and laying down beside him. Pete sighed into her hair realizing that he could easily grow addicted to the feeling of her lying in his arms. She phased the covers up so they rested around both of them.

At the Braddock Estate

Remy was half asleep when Rogue walked into his room. He sat up blinking. "Chére," he said flashing a grin. "Ta what does Remy owe dis pleasure?"

"Ah couldn't sleep," she said.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothin'," Rogue said. "Just... thinking, Ah guess." She walked over to the bed and sat down beside him. "And Ah'm kind of worried about Kitty."

Remy chuckled at that. "Trust me, chére, Wisdom ain't stupid enough to make de same mistake twice."

"Ah know. Kitty might be though."

"Remy t'inks dis was enough for de two of dem ta realize dat dey were bein' idiots."

"Ah hope you're right, swamp rat." She blinked studying him. He wasn't wearing a shirt, revealing a very chiseled, touchable cheat. "You're wearing something underneath that blanket aren't you?"

He grinned. "Nope." She stood.

"Goodnight, Remy."

He laughed. "Chére, come back, Remy was only messin' with y'." She went back to him. "Want ta stay here tonight?"

"Ah guess," Rogue said. "No touching?"

"Not'in' too bad," he compromised.

She smiled. "Okay." She got into the bed cuddling up to his side.

"What's wrong?" he asked reaching out and wiping one tear away.

"Nothin'," Rogue whispered. "Ah was just thinkin'.

"Do your thought usually make y' cry?" he asked.

"No," she said. "Ah just never thought Ah'd be able ta do this," she admitted. "Just lay in a man's arms."

He kissed the top of her head. "Remy can't imagine dat type of life, mais, now you do have control and Remy's here for any type of touch dat ya want."

She laughed. "You'll never change."

He smiled wryly. "Y'd be surprised, petite. Now, didn't y' say somet'in' about sleep."

"Good night, Rem."

"Rêves doux, ma chérie."