Another Kidnapping
She's a mystery
My most beautiful regret
I will never understand her
She's a mystery
The only promise I can keep
Even in my dreams she ruins me
-Bon Jovi
"Here we are," Pete said opening the door. Kitty walked in with no small amount of trepidation. "Want some coffee?" He saw her make a face at that and grinned. "Tea?"
"That'd be nice." She looked around herself then back at Pete as they entered the kitchen. "Who are you and what you done with Pete Wisdom?" He raised one eyebrow. "Your place, it's almost clean."
"I'm never here, that's the only reason," Pete shrugged. "A couple days here and it'd look like me flat."
"That's a scary thought." Kitty sat down as Pete put a cup of water in the microwave for her, and started the coffeepot for himself. He then stepped behind her and started to gently massage her shoulders.
"Every time we're alone t'gether you get tense," he noticed.
"I-I'm not."
"An' ya start stuttering. This just started appenin'. Do ya want t' talk about it, luv?"
"How long have we been together?"
Pete thought about that for a couple seconds before answering. "Six months to the day since you crashed into the cabin, and about four months since our first real kiss. Why?"
"I'm impressed. Most guys would have just stammered and given the wrong answer."
"Kit."
"I was just thinking about us."
"Good thoughts or bad?"
"Both."
"Explain."
"Okay. We've been together for almost six months. We love each other. And yet, we've never..."
Understanding dawned on him and he couldn't help but be a bit amused. "Ya know, it's supposed t' be the bloke who's all hung up on sex. You've got me beat, grasshopper."
"Pete!"
He grinned unrepentantly. "Well, it's true. Listen, we can go another six months. At that point I may start to get a little frustrated but I can deal."
"But I'm making you wait."
"I'm doin' this of my own accord, luv."
"But... won't you get bored with me?"
"Where in the bloody hell is this coming from?" he asked slightly exasperated. He saw her wince and changed his tone immediately. "Kitty, nothing will ever make me bored with you."
"So, you wouldn't... go looking elsewhere?"
He snorted. "Never. For one: I love you, you bloody American twit." Despite the harsh words, she beamed at him, recognizing Pete's rough way of saying what he felt. "Two: if I ever did, you'd probably hurt me, then never speak to me again."
Now she grinned. "Oh, I'd speak all right. Very, very loudly."
He smiled back at her. "Three: Logan would kill me."
"Huh?"
"Logan said that if I hurt you or if Remy hurt Rogue he'd kill us. I'm rather fond of livin' meself." He stood and poured himself a cup of coffee and put a teabag in Kitty's cup. They sat drinking until Pete leaned over, his mouth finding hers. He kept the kiss going for a few minutes. "Ready for bed?"
"What?" Kitty asked blinking. "Um... yeah." Pete smiled putting the dishes in the sink and taking her hand leading her into his room. "Now this is the Pete I know and love." There was clothing strewn all over the room.
"Here," he handed her one of his old shirts. "There's a bathroom threw there."
"Thanks," Kitty said taking the shirt.
"Unless you want to change here, of course."
She merely rolled her eyes. "I'll be right back." She left and Pete stripped down to his boxers. When Kitty came back out she began to laugh again.
"Wot now?"
"Rubber duckies," she said pointing at the little yellow ducks on the bright blue background.
"I'm gonna get a complex," Pete said pouting. Kitty kissed him still laughing a little.
"It's okay, I like them, the ducks are cute, and you look adorable."
"Keep that up, luv, and they come off."
"I'll shut up."
He smirked. "Good girl."
"Hey!" she tackled him taking him down onto the bed. "That's not nice."
He raised one eyebrow. "Neither is tacklin' a man," Pete pointed out. "But ya don't hear me complainin'."
"Hmm... I wonder why." Kitty stood but Pete merely moved to so he was properly on the bed. She laid down snuggling in his arms. "I love you, Pete."
"Love you too, Kit."
At the mansion
Remy was sitting on the roof idly playing with his cards and trying to keep his mind off of the girl in the other room. He had heard her sobs when he had shut the door Knowing that he had caused that... He stared at the card that was turned up. The King of Hearts. He snorted.
He suddenly heard a scream. It was sort of muffled but still loud enough for him to hear it. He jumped to his feet and rushed to where he had heard it. He stopped in his tracks at what he saw. Belladonna was leaning casually against Rogue's window.
"What did y' do?" Remy demanded.
"Ah have y'r girlfriend," Belladonna said calmly. "Now, get dat document an' Ah won't kill her."
"Blackmail, Belle? Have y' stooped so low?"
"Get it, Remy," she turned to go but Remy grabbed her by her throat.
"Where is she?"
"Do y' honestly t'ink dat Ah believe you'll kill me?"
"Try Remy."
"She'll die if Ah die."
He released her. "Bitch."
"Au revoir, mon chér," Belladonna smiled before climbing down.