Sorry this took so long everyone, but it just goes to show that I should do the whole thing first before I post it up. I almost abandoned this chapter because I started making it angst-y and I didn't want that, which added to the reason it took a while to do. I redid it almost four times, and ended up changing some of the warnings.
OH! Like I told Silversmith, I can get confused sometimes. If I start using Piotr's accent outside of him speaking, you find a spelling error or a deviation from my (pretty much non-existent in this case) plot… Please point it out to me… Sometimes I am a ditz, which makes me forget former plot points or cohesion in the story, and sometimes I am a wannabe Shakespeare, and I try to make the story too complicated and add hidden meanings. Most of the time though I am only reasonably intelligent and very persistent. I read through my chapters very carefully, but sometimes my brain skips ahead because I know what is coming. Usually if I make a mistake it is because my fingers don't go fast enough for my brain and the spell-check changes the word into something strange. I really do appreciate you pointing out mistakes and Cookies to every one who finds them.
Thanks again to all my reviewers.(remove the stars in the address and you can go there. I write as Twin Kitten on fanfic, and as Tikigurl on adultfan.)
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blue-fuzzy(I am so glad you liked the Russian portrayal. I like it to, it feels very authentic and I tried different ways of doing his accent before I found one I liked and was consistent with.. I'm all warm and fuzzy inside now wink)
PRoyalAngel (Laugh No Kitty is not supposed to be 15, she is supposed to be 13 in chapter 1(meeting), 15 in chapter 2(date), 18-19 in chapter 4(proposal), and just turned 20 in chapter 5(wedding). Unfortunately, other than the slight mention of Remy in the wedding chapter there will not be Acolytes or Magneto. I am working on a more plot based story, instead of so much fluff, that will have them though.)
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Agent G (See answers below)
Pink (Thanks! I agree that there need to be more Kiotr stories… I think that is why I started writing them, because it was so hard to find some with a more mature theme. They are usually fluffy and PG-13 or under. I adore Piotr and I think he definitely deserves more credit and recognition in relation to Kitty and as a character. If you know about Pete, you should look for the similarities between him and Piotr. Pete is just a replacement in my opinion, and he still gets a more stories about him. I read a few good Kete, but I always like Kiotr more.)
Silversmith (If you are referring to the spelling when Piotr is talking, it is supposed to be that way (I like making his accent heavy. grin.) And I know about the German… sigh When I figured it out, I went through and I thought I fixed it all. I guess I missed some shrug. Thanks so much about the emotion. I try to pick words that give the right connotation and I'm glad you noticed. If you find spelling or more German please point it out to me so I can fix it. I get so confused sometimes.)
For Agent G: Answers
The reason Piotr believes Kitty should wait for marriage to have sex is this: he loves Kitty. Though he respected the girls he was with in Russia, he loves Kitty. I think Piotr holds Kitty on a pedestal and he thinks of her as pure and innocent and perfect, so that is how I write it. I have been thinking of other ways for them to interact but that won't happen in this story. And no offence (if you are a guy), but guys need to practice before they are any good at sex. I don't want to write an angst-y scene between Kitty and Piotr, because she would end up crying and hurting his feelings. So I figured Piotr should have some experience if not the vast amount that Remy has.
I put out multiple chapters at a time because otherwise I don't finish them. Don't know why, just do. Like with this story, the minute I posted the first chapters, I had a brain fart and nothing worked for me. I could not get another chapter out of it without severe work, and I don't like to work like that because the product usually becomes crap. The time constraints of trying to please readers make it hard to do good work.
The reason I put a legacy virus warning was so that I wouldn't get complaints from the more comic end of the spectrum. I also don't put an AU warning because I don't feel this is AU. I like the Evolution universe and so that is where I set my stories. I put warnings in the beginning that it would be a mix of almost all the X-Men universes, except the movies, because I feel that they are all chapters of the same story and I cannot separate certain things in my mind. Evolution left some things unanswered and I didn't like all the comic answers, which is why I write things the way I like them. A mix of everything.
As for Rogan… I like Rogan in almost every universe except the movies. I like Romy and some very well written other pairings too. But my Kiotr stories are not about Rogan or the other pairings going on, though sometimes they do pop up because of a need for other people. I'm sorry but mentions of Rogan are going to show up in some of my stories and I do sometimes write Rogan or Romy.
My new separators are the slashes / and translations will be put in stars because my other symbols didn't show up.
Get ready. This is a LONG shapter.
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Piotr and Kitty had left the reception early amongst hugs, kisses, well wishes, and of course… wolf whistles, cat calls, and loud jokes. Kitty had blushed heavily and tried to hide against Piotr's chest, while Piotr had to stifle the wide grin that tried to split his face. However, when it went on too long or when someone got a little too lewd, he would glare threateningly at the person in question (usually the younger males that were present) until they got the message.
Finally after everyone had said their goodbyes, the two newlyweds took the limo back to the mansion to change. Piotr changed out of his tux and was double checking his list when Kitty came out. Both of them were dressed comfortably: jeans for both of them, a blue polo shirt for Piotr, and a cute top with a decal of a sunflower for Kitty. Smiling, Piotr folded his list back into his pocket and wrapped his arms around Kitty to kiss her warmly.
Piotr pulled away from Kitty slowly and with a regretful sigh that made Kitty giggle as he checked his watch. "Mine dearling, ve need leave or be late." Kitty nodded as they walked around the front of the van, Piotr's arm around her. When he opened the door for her, she smiled and climbed in after giving him a kiss on the cheek.
Piotr helped the man who stood on the curb to unload and put the bags on the trolley cart before tipping him. Kitty stood next to him shivering lightly in the jacket she had put on after getting out of the van. Piotr gently reached over and tugged the jacket around her, rubbing her arms briskly through the fabric in an attempt to help warm her up.
Handing the keys to the valet, he tucked the ticket he got in return into his pocket. His own coat was slung over his arm and he carefully unfolded it to wrap it around Kitty's petite frame. "Better?" He asked with a soft hopeful smile, his care for Kitty obvious in every thing he did. She nodded, inhaling the warm smell of Piotr that clung to the jacket. "Yup. Thanks."
All around them people were bustling to get unloaded and inside. Piotr, with his arm around Kitty's shoulders as they walked into the large building, drew attention that both of them were used to. They were not the most conventional looking couple, Piotr with his strong features and size next to Kitty and her delicate appearance. Both of them had gotten used to it by now, despite the whispers.
As they stood in line to have their papers checked Kitty snuggled against Piotr. "Peter, I still can't believe you are taking me on a cruise for our honeymoon. It's so…" Kitty grinned and wrapped her arms around his waist in a tight hug, nuzzling her face against the hard planes of his chest. "…so perfect."
Piotr chuckled and bent to kiss her forehead, his hand brushing over her hair with affection. "I glad you like Katya. I vant you remember alvays." They stood like that for a moment or two, his hands on her lower back and the back of her neck stroking softly. They ignored the whispers that had suddenly started when he spoke, his accent unmistakable.
Then when they were called to the booth, they presented their passports and tickets, both signing the papers that said they were not sick prior to boarding the ship. Piotr however also had to present his green card along with his passport. He had been a dual citizen of the U.S. and Russia since he turned 18 but paper work often required him to show his card. He carried it in his wallet all the time.
After receiving their keycards, they boarded the ship with only a minimal wait on the gangway. Piotr held Kitty's hand on the elevator up to their floor, and kept a hold of it as he led her towards their room. His excitement at seeing her reaction to their room was making him tug her along slightly.
"Peter… Are you sure this is our floor? This looks really expensive." Kitty was putting up with his towing her along, letting him lead her as she looked around at the elderly, and defiantly rich, other people who were on their way to their own rooms. Piotr only nodded, stopping briefly to read the numbers on one of the doors and comparing it to the keycard in his hand. Moving down a few more doors, he grinned in triumph.
Opening the door with a slide of his keycard he held it open with his foot and tugged Kitty closer. "Close eyes, Keetan… I vant surprise you." When she peered at him oddly he sighed, impatiently covering her eyes with his hands. Pushing the door open with his foot he guided her in carefully, pausing to put the Do Not Disturb sign on the handle, and letting the heavy cabin door close behind him. In the semidarkness he could see the bed and with a smile he guided her over.
"Peter, you had better not walk me into something." Kitty warned just as he turned her to sit on the bed.
"Troost me Keetan… Iss your eyes closed?" He looked at her face as if he could see through his own hands to her eyes. When she nodded, he slowly took his hands off, checking her eyes before pulling away completely. "Now don' move less I say so…" With boyish look of glee on his face, he quickly searched out the light switches and flicked them on.
With a happy sigh he sat down next to her on the queen bed and put one arm around her shoulders. "Katya, now open eyes." Kitty slowly blinked at the sudden brightness and looked around, her mouth dropping open and her eyebrows shooting up.
The suite was huge, almost the size of a small apartment. From where she sat on the bed she could see into both the bathroom and the living room… a separate living room! In another direction she could see through large glass doors with curtains to the side out onto a balcony where a large hot tub sat. A chair and a desk were set up in one of the corners; there was a large TV, and a huge walk in closet. Looking at Piotr in shock, who only nodded and motioned for her to look around. "Go look… Iss alright."
Kitty snapped her mouth shut and looked around. After a moment she stood and wandered into the bathroom, cupping her hand over her mouth even before the rubber of her sneakers touched the tile. In the corner was a big tub with what looked like water jets. Next to the mini Jacuzzi there was a separate shower with multiple heads that could be positioned in any direction, all surrounded by clear glass and a magnetic door. There were even two marble sinks and a large lighted mirror. Separated by a tiny wall she found the toilet and a bidet. Leaving the bathroom she moved down a small hallway. Apparently there were two entrances to the bathroom.
In the small hall she found another lighted mirror, a makeup table, and a padded stool. Blinking at that, she could hear Piotr slowly following her, and she suddenly came to the end of the hall and looked out. It was huge! There was a large round table with six… SIX… chairs surrounding it. A small bar with a refrigerator underneath seemed to mark the area separate from another area that had a couch, a coffee table, and four more chairs. There was even another TV with a DVD player and a computer so that she wouldn't have to go down to whatever rinky-dink computer room they had. Looking over she found another entrance to the balcony and on a nearby table was a bottle of champagne, glasses, and an assortment of pastries.
Pulling open the door of the balcony, she stepped out into the light breeze, grateful again for Piotr's coat, and looked around. There were two pool chairs, a round table, and four other chairs scattered around. They were at the very back of the ship, and completely isolated as far as she could tell. Even walking to the railing and looking to the sides and up and down she couldn't see another room, window, or balcony.
Suddenly a warm pair of arms wrapped around her, and she tilted her head back to look at the dark haired Russian that she had married. When he began to softly kiss her neck she sighed and leaned against him, concentrating hard to try and remember what she wanted to say to him.
Her voice was breathy when she finally spoke, his name coming out the way it was meant to. "Piotr…" Kitty could say his name with the appropriate accent sometimes, but most of the time the sounds were too much to use every day, a mouthful for her American tongue. Occasionally she did it on accident like now and just as often she did it on purpose.
"Piotr, I don't know how we can affor…" Her voice trailed off when his teeth gently scraped over her neck, his lips kissing the spot before moving down to the soft place where her neck met her shoulder, his chin nudging the two coats aside to place his mouth there.
Kitty's eyes closed and her head fell to the side, giving him better access as her hands began to rub along the arms wrapped around her waist. Suddenly she was lifted and drifting backwards and she blinked. The railing was getting further away and her feet were no longer on the ground. Piotr had lifted her into his arms and was slowly backing into the suite through the sliding door she had left open.
Her body, which had responded hotly to his touch, quickly turned cold as she started to panic. Her eyes went wide and she wiggled in his arms struggling to get down. "Peter.. Peter stop! I'm scared…." She whimpered slightly as she tried to squirm free of his arms.
"Katya… Shhh… Iss alright." Piotr slowly lowered her to stand on her own feet but he refused to let her out of his embrace. Giving her a brief kiss and sighing in frustration when she didn't respond he glanced at the couch and kicked his shoes off. Lifting her gently, her body stiff as a board, he sat down with her on his lap. Rubbing his hand along her spine soothingly, he nuzzled her cheek.
"Ekaterina… Who alvays protect you in battle und in danger room? Who alvays take you und hold you vhen you sad or cry? Who buy you presents for no reason? Who kiss you all time, even before you brush teeth?" Kitty giggled and relaxed slightly, burying her face in his shoulder. With a gentle smile, Piotr continued. "Who paint your picture more zhan Monet paint flovers? Who vatches girlie movies vith you? Who never yell at you or hart you?"
Kitty peeked out of his shoulder to look up at his face as he spoke; her body curled on his lap the same way it was on the couch in the rec-room of the mansion. He caught her peeking and he quickly dropped his head to roughly rub his cheek against her hair. "Who Katya?"
Kitty sighed and relaxed fully, her fingers fiddling with the buttons on the collar of his shirt. "You Peter…"
Giving her a squeeze he smiled. "Zhat iss right. I love you more zhan I love paint." Kitty giggled again, and Piotr hushed her with a light kiss on her nose. "I alvays take care of you, Katya. Vhy you zhink I vould noot do same now? Iss silly…"
Kitty blushed. She knew it was silly to be scared of Piotr, and given enough time she would have thought of all the same things he told her. But now that she was in his arms, and they didn't have to stop fully clothed with their hands shaking as they panted against each other, all that went out the window and all she knew was that she was scared. "I know Peter… I know."
Her hand reached up to stroke his cheek before wrapping that arm around his neck. "And you know I love you more than I love candy and the color pink… I… I don't think I'm really scared of you, it's just…" Kitty sighed, her fingers running through the short hair at the back of his head and stroking over his neck, one of his sensitive spots.
He shivered beneath her at the pleasurable sensation but gave no other sign of how much he enjoyed her touch. Kitty noticed and bit her lip giving him a look of apology that she couldn't follow up on the touch, immediately stopping. "I think I'm just really scared I won't be able to do it right… And that it will hurt. I mean, you are a really big guy…"
Piotr chuckled, taking her words as a compliment. Reaching up he placed his hand over hers on his neck and moved his fingers, encouraging her to continue petting him which she did after a moment. "Mine heart, I had plan for if zhis happen." Nodding over at the bottle of champagne, he smiled. "Soon ve be in non-American vaters, und you can have some to calm down…"
Nuzzling her cheek when she turned to look he kissed the corner of her mouth. "After zhat I vant get you in tub to help relax… How sound?" He rubbed the tip of his nose over her ear as he spoke softly, his hands stroking her much the same as they had when they had made out before. "Till you can have zhe alcohol, I zhought you might like to sit on mine lap und ve kiss und touch. I love touch you Katya.."
Kitty looked at him, then at the bottle, then back at him. Blushing she nodded agreement. "Okay… But don't let me get too drunk." Her fingers rubbed along the strong column of his neck and throat with a slightly shaky smile. With a smile and a soft sound that was very similar to a purr, she snuggled into his lap as the hand that had just been resting on her waist slowly slid down. It moved over her hip and down to her knee before Piotr began to rub up and down her sleek thigh.
Kitty knew that Piotr did love to touch her, and not just in sexual ways. Whenever he was with her, he would touch her repeatedly, as if assuring himself that she was still there. He would rub her arms or hands, stroke her cheek, put his arm around her waist or her shoulders, touch her hair, and in the mornings at breakfast he really would kiss her before she had brushed her teeth. He held her hand, hugged and kissed her, and rubbed her back no matter who was around. When she was on his lap watching movies, most of the time he had his head tucked into her neck, not even watching the television.
Kitty lost her thoughts as his hand began to climb back up her body, the heavy warmth of his palm settling over one of her breasts just as he lipped at her shoulder, the jackets pushed off the curve of her shoulder her shirt following the same path. Gasping she took a deep breath, making her breast swell in his hand. Kitty's eyes drifted closed, her own lips moving up to his neck as her fingers continued to pet the back of his head and neck.
Piotr's hand began to push the two jackets aside, his thick fingers fumbling a moment with the small zipper of her coat before he drew both the coats off her shoulders. His hands trailed down her arms through the thin fabric of her shirt. Finally both jackets dropped to the floor and Piotr settled back, one of his hands returning to her breast and the other sliding down her back to cup her bottom.
Squeezing lightly he brushed his mouth over hers before he settled in for a deeper kiss. Kitty's arms wrapped around his neck again and she arched closer to him. Both their eyes were closed and Piotr's head was slanted over Kitty's as he nipped and kissed at her lips, his wide rough tongue sweeping in her mouth as her smaller one tickled the roof of his.
Suddenly a bell chimed over the speakers in the hall making Kitty and Piotr jerk apart as if they were still teenagers about to be caught by Logan in the rec-room. A static-y voice echoed in the hall and Kitty and Piotr looked at each other, Piotr clearing his throat with a light blush and Kitty giggling and covering her mouth with her slim fingers.
'This is the Captain speaking. I would like to inform all of our passengers that we have now entered international waters. Anything you purchase in the gift shops is now duty-free. It will be four days until we reach Inverness, Scotland, also known as Loch Ness. An itinerary has been placed in your room by our staff and I would like to go over it for a moment with you.
We will arrive in Inverness at around 8 am, depending on weather and tides, and we will depart for Edinburgh at 8 pm. From there we will go south to Dover, where we will be spending three days with a shuttle into London every day. A two day stop in France with shuttles into Paris followed by a one day stop in Amsterdam will begin our journey north. Another day stop in Copenhagen is followed by two days in St. Petersburg. After that we will have a six day voyage back to New York.
Occasionally I or the cruise director will come on this PA system with information about the coming days and activities, and our ships naturalist will be on the look out for any wildlife that he will point out using the same system. At the moment a bingo game and a dinner buffet are available for your pleasure. After tonight meals will be served in the main dining room on decks 4 and 5 and at a buffet on the Lido deck. Thank you and enjoy your first day aboard ship.'
Surprised that neither of them had felt the ship start moving in the first place Kitty quickly forgot that thought as she gazed up at Piotr. Giggling she poked him in the shoulder playfully. "Are you sure you don't want to go to the buffet?"
Piotr chuckled and held Kitty tighter to him, shaking his head. "Iss vhat room service iss for, Da?" He shrugged and nibbled at her neck, "I zhink mine Katya taste better zhan food anyvay." Kitty giggled and tilted her mouth up for a kiss that Piotr obediently gave her.
When she wiggled on his lap Piotr groaned in arousal and Kitty felt the large bulge that Piotr had always kept her away from, she opened her eyes and broke the kiss. For a moment Piotr tucked his face in her hair, breathing slowly. Then he stood in a smooth motion and set her on her feet. "I love you Ekaterina…"
Kitty smiled returning his words with wide frightened eyes. She was trying to be calm about what was going to happen and it showed in her smile, but she wasn't a very good actress and her panic was obvious in her hazel eyes. She watched as Piotr opened the bottle of champagne with a pop, pouring it into one of the glasses that had been left.
When he only filled one and brought it to her, handing it off as Kitty sank down on the couch into the pocket of heat that Piotr had left. "You.. aren't having any Peter?" Kitty cautiously took a sip and wrinkled her nose as the bubbles tickled her mouth. Taking a larger drink of the golden liquid she swallowed, feeling the cold liquid flow down her throat easily.
"No mine Dearling… I razher be dizzy from you zhan from zhat. Vhen I sleep at end of night it vill be because I love you too mooch, noot because I drink." Crouching to rub his nose to hers with a smile, he added, "Next time you noot get to drink eizher." He stood with a pat on her knee and Kitty took a nervous gulp of the champagne as he disappeared into the bathroom. A moment later she heard the water start to run in the bathroom as Piotr tested than filled the mini Jacuzzi with balmy water.
Tilting the glass to her mouth she found that it was empty; she had been taking sips and drinks and hadn't realized it. She did feel more relaxed, but still a little nervous. So she stood and walked to the table, pouring herself another glass and gulping it down while she stood there. Setting the glass on the table, Kitty moved back to the couch and sat again, waiting for her body to relax a little more.
She had no reason to be nervous with Piotr. Kitty firmly told herself that and knew it was true, even if she was being a big chicken about it. Her mind and heart knew Piotr was gentle, kind, and sweet. It was her damn body that was adding stress. She was aroused by Piotr, no doubting that, but whenever she started to think about being intimate with him her blood started to rush around and make her dizzy. Her head would spin, her muscles would tighten, and suddenly he seemed so much bigger than she was, as if he were 10 feet tall instead of 6 and a half.
Was that how it was supposed to be? Was she supposed to feel like she was going to burst into a million pieces if Piotr touched her breasts? Was she supposed to have a weirdly hot tingle in her stomach that made her abdomen clench when ever he kissed and nibbled her neck? Was she supposed to feel so small and helpless, weak, as if she couldn't do anything except lay back and let him touch her?
Kitty shook her head to clear it and opened her eyes that had somehow drifted closed while she thought. Her body was warm and it felt like there were bubbles under her skin, tickling her and making her want to laugh. So she gave in and let out a peal of laughter. Piotr suddenly came around the corner of the hall way and looked at her.
Then he looked at the bottle. It wasn't even half empty, but the level had gone down since he had poured for her. Shaking his head slightly in amusement he ducked back into the bathroom, turning off the water before he came back for Kitty. He wasn't surprised that Kitty was ever so slightly tipsy after two glasses of champagne. She was small to start with and she had never had a drink before.
Of course she was giggly with out alcohol, so it was possible she wasn't that drunk, and a funny thought had just struck her. When he approached she blinked up at him like a small deer would blink at something unfamiliar, as if deciding what to do about it. Lucky for Piotr, instead of scampering away to hide, she broke into a soft smile as he stood in front of her.
"Hi Big Guy. Guess what?" Kitty stood, wobbling slightly before steadying herself in confusion, she couldn't figure out why she was wobbling, but then she reached out to touch his arm with a shy look at his face. "I figured out why I get nervous… It's cause I don't get to do any thing."
Piotr, who had been following her speech very well until this point, blinked. "Vhat you mean Katya?" She got to do lots. He loved when she touched his hair or his neck, or how she always fingered the muscles of his arms for a moment longer, biting her lip if he flexed for her. He loved to have Kitty touch him just as much as he loved to touch her.
"I mean, Peter, that you get to do all the fun important stuff." Piotr arched an eyebrow looking at her oddly, and Kitty continued her slightly inebriated explanation. "I mean, you are like, the one who gets to do stuff. All I do is sit there and my mind starts to think about totally scary stuff while you do everything. I feel silly and useless, so you like, have to give me something to do, you know?" She announced it with a finality of a terrier growling and refusing to let go of a bone.
Apparently alcohol did the same thing as sugar, it made Kitty revert to her valley girl speech. Not that Piotr cared, she put up with his bad language skills and never complained. Besides she was cute, and all her extra words such as 'like' and 'totally' in this case gave him an extra moment to translate the rest of her words.
Piotr didn't follow the vague way she had described it but he thought he had caught enough of it to understand what she wanted. She wanted to participate more. That was fine with Piotr, he was usually the leader in their activities because Kitty was shy and the less experienced of the two of them. The only time he had ever seen her act bolt in relation to him had been when they had been at the zoo when she had 'convinced' him to be her boyfriend.
"Da, Katya. You vant to do zhe touching." He nodded and Kitty smiled brightly. With a bounce in her step that made Piotr smile; she headed towards the bathroom, Piotr's hand tucked firmly around hers. She didn't even notice.
When she turned to close the door she almost bumped into him. "Ugh… Peter. Are you getting in…with me?" Piotr nodded with a warm smile on his face. Kitty bit her lip lightly and shuffled her feet a little bit. "And we are both going to be naked?" Another nod made Kitty blush and look down at his groin briefly before her eyes darted away. "Are we going to, um, have sex?"
Piotr shook his head with a widening smile. Kitty was relieved until she saw that smile. "Katya, ve vill noot ever have sex. Ve vill have love." He meant make love, but his mistake was cute and would have usually made Kitty smile. Kitty swallowed and, with the champagne making her forget her fears, she nodded. "Okay…"
Bending to give her a light kiss Piotr straightened. "You get do everyzhing now und I do vhat you tell me to. I noot touch till you say." Kitty looked a little overwhelmed as she stared at him, 250 pounds of male muscle.
Just to be sure Kitty inched closer her fingers reaching up to undo the three buttons at his collar. "I can do anything I want?" Piotr nodded, but a moment later clarified. With a gesture to his groin and a light clearing of his throat he spoke softly. "Da, boot… Be gentle? No tvisting or pulling." Kitty rolled her eyes as she finished his buttons, giving him a 'no duh' look.
Pushing up the hem of his shirt she had to get him to help pull it off his head, but then he went back to standing still and just watching her with his dark blue eyes, his excitement obvious in his eyes. Usually so deep and calm, a blue that always had a black rim around the iris. They were lighter now with grey flecks that sparkled silver mixed in. It was like looking into a stormy sea, all blue with flashes of foam and waves.
Kitty looked at his belt as if it was a snake about to bite her, but with a stubborn tilt to her jaw she reached out and unbuckled it carefully, sliding it out of the loops on his jeans, dropping it on top of his crumpled shirt. With a hesitant swallow she flicked the button open and lightly grasped the zipper tab in her fingers, looking up at him. When he nodded encouragingly, she looked back to her hand and slowly pulled it down.
The rasp of the zipper was loud in the quiet bathroom; the sound of his jeans rubbing against his boxers as she nudged them off his hips was soft in comparison. The dense fabric crumpled around his calves and he stepped out of them, kicking them out of the way with his size 18 foot. Kitty stepped back and stared at him for a moment.
She had seen his chest many times; when he swam in summer, when he helped Ororo in her green house and it got hot, things like that… but every time she was struck by the feeling that she was looking at a Playgirl(tm) fold out and he wasn't real. He was smooth with dips and shadows in interesting places where the muscles overlapped. He was mostly hairless, but he didn't wax or shave. Instead he had a light trail of dark hair that started just above his belly button and disappeared into the hem of his boxers.
She had seen from his knees down but had never glimpsed the area between hip and knee. His boxers hid some of him but not much. His thighs were thick, reminding her of something but she couldn't put her finger on it at the moment, and lightly dusted with hair. His calves were just as hairy as the other men around the mansion, as were his armpits, in contrast with his chest.
Stepping forward she wrapped her arms around his waist, her face pressing against him as she tried to stifle the hot blush. When she had it down to what she thought was a light pink, she dropped her hands from his back to the hem of fabric, the last piece of clothing between her eyes and all of him. Remembering Piotr's words to be gentle, she slowly pushed the cotton wrapped elastic down, pausing to ease over the prominent piece of anatomy that rose out of his groin. A soft, thick cover of hair made it seem as though the large extremity were somehow not attached to him.
When she dropped the boxers to the ground, Piotr didn't move. After a moment of just looking at him there, she reached out touching him with the tip of her fingers. She saw the muscles in his torso jump, contracting quickly before loosening. His hands had gripped into fists the moment she uncovered him, and now he stifled a sound as his hands clenched tighter.
Piotr's voice was muffled as he clenched his teeth, muttering in Russian." О мой бог…" (Oh my God…) His body jerked, his erection growing under her innocent touches. Kitty's fingers skimmed over the slightly mushroomed head and Piotr couldn't take it anymore.
"KATYA!..." Kitty gazed up from her examination of him. His brow was damp with strain and his jaw was in a tight firm line of tension. "Мой сладкий котенок…" (My sweet kitten…) He panted lightly and cast a look at her clothing. "Might you vant get… get in tub now?"
Kitty shivered and glanced over at steamy water. "Peter, you can get in while I get ready… if you want…" He nodded desperately and took a grateful step away from her, climbing into the tub with all the grace of a clumsy bear. Sitting down he breathed a sigh of relief, and before he could stop himself his head turned to watch Kitty. After that it would have taken more than the will power he had to turn away.
Kitty toed her sneakers off, her socks following quickly. Taking a deep breath, knowing Piotr watched her, she blushed and quickly stripped off her shirt. Piotr grit his teeth together at the sight of her pert breasts held in peach lace. Swallowing when she shivered and the nipples tightened into hard buds, Piotr watched her hands drop to the button on her jeans, the zipper pulled down before the denim was shoved off her legs quickly.
Piotr felt himself swell under the water, painfully aroused by the sight of her sleek legs and matching peach colored panties. Sucking in a breath when she reached behind her, the move thrusting her chest out towards him, unfastening the hooks of the bra, Piotr forgot to exhale. Before he could remember, Kitty was quickly sliding out of the panties and rushing towards the tub to hide herself under the water, her face bright red.
Piotr immediately stood, and held out his hands to help her climb into the tub. "Keety.. Slow down.. You are… красивый… Beautiful Katya. You don' need hide from me." Kitty blushed an even brighter shade of red, and after a moment of indecision she took his hand and let him lift her over the edge and slowly lower her to stand in the water with him.
When he began to sit down again, Kitty gripped his forearm. "Peter… I don't know how.. to.. sit or.. start…" When Piotr nodded and sat down she crossed her arms over her chest. "Ekaterina… Stop zhis." He reached up to lightly circle her wrists with his hands, gently pulling her arms away. Leaning forward he kissed the upper slope of each breast, his hands sliding up her arms to her shoulders, guiding her to straddle his thighs so that she was not touching his erection.
"Joost do vhat you vant to. You know I like mine neck touched." His hands pulled away from her sleek wet body and he forced himself to lay them across the back of the tub, gripping the edge. "Find ozher places I like. Und… Vhen you vant I vill touch you… If need help joost ask…" His head tilted forward grazing her cheek with his mouth when she didn't move after a few minutes. "Please Katya."
Kitty nodded, her eyes traveling over his shoulders and what she could see of his chest, trying to decide where to start. Piotr was leaning against the wall of the tub, looking forward to her exploration and at the same time dreading it.
Kitty's small hands settled on Piotr shoulders, stroking over the lightly tanned skin, her palms smoothing over every ripple and bulge as her eyes moved lower. One hand slid back up his shoulder to cup his neck while her other slid down to his pectoral muscle, which twitched under her touch. Her fingers began to inch closer to his flat dark nipple and when she finally reached it, lightly circling and scratching her nails along the skin, Piotr had to shift his legs spreading under her to give him self more room.
Kitty blinked in shock. The hard thighs that she was sitting on spread beneath her as he tried to be more comfortable and her legs were forced to follow. The hot water was suddenly rushing over the delicate skin between her legs, the jets all around them stirring the water and stimulating her slightly.
She shifted in response, leaning forward and she felt something bump her hipbone. Glancing down she realized it was Piotr's hard length. Her lips set in determination and her hands ran down his chest to disappear under the water. Seconds later, Piotr felt her hands wrap around him. His hips jerked before he could stop himself, but then his eyes closed and his head tilted back as he tried to control himself.
Kitty didn't notice. She was too caught up in trying to see him with her fingers. She started at the base where he merged with his groin. Threading her slim fingers through the soft furry patch, Kitty ran her fingers around him before circling him with her fingers. Her hand didn't fit but she used her other hand to explore the area she couldn't reach. She began to slowly drag her fingers up.
He was hot and heavy in her hand, and the texture under her fingers was… interesting. He wasn't wrinkly, but the skin did move slightly over the hardness beneath. The dips and ridges didn't make him feel bumpy, and the skin was surprisingly soft. The water helped her hands slip over him, easing some of her fears about how easily he would slid into her.
The thought made Kitty's body tingle and she felt heat and wetness inside herself that had nothing to do with the water. Swallowing, she hoped Piotr wouldn't notice and continued to slid her hand up his length. Reaching his head, where he had stopped her before, she ran her fingers around the ridge that seemed to lead to a slightly bullet shaped tip. From here he was smooth, without any loose skin or ridges.
When her fingers found the tiny slit in the broad head, Piotr groaned. "KATYA… Katya , please I need make you ready… I don' vant… I don' vant be outside you vhen…" Kitty looked at Piotr's face and was shocked to find that he looked like he was in pain. His teeth were tightly clenched, his lips pressed so tightly together that they had gone pale, and his eyes were slightly squinted as he panted.
She quickly wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his face. "Peter I'm so sorry.. I was just… I'm alright now, I promise. You can, um, do whatever you need to… to do…" Kitty was dropping a multitude of little kisses over his cheeks, chin, eyes, and nose.
Piotr's hands shot off the sides of the tub as if they were on fire and he quickly captured her head in his hands, roughly pulling her mouth to his. Kitty's belly lurched in quivering excitement, more aroused than she had thought by her examination of him. Piotr's touch was rougher than ever before, but he didn't hurt her. Kitty could feel his… his desperation, need, and arousal in every touch of his hands.
Suddenly Kitty felt… Powerful. She had done this to him. She wasn't just a helpless spectator and she never had been. Before, she had aroused Piotr before without ever doing anything other than being herself. Now… Now, she had pushed him over the edge with only a few touches.
Smiling she tightened her arms around his neck, one hand on the back of his head and kissing him just as hard as he was kissing her. With a groan of approval, his hands dropped down her body. Settling his hands on her waist he broke the kiss as he lifted her, his mouth sucking at her collar bone briefly before he moved her higher. His mouth brushed over one of her breasts and Kitty gasped, watching as his dark head dipped to her chest.
Piotr was barely coherent, only away of the sensations around him. The softness of Kitty's skin as his mouth opened over her flesh, the feel of her trim torso held tightly against him, her smooth legs drifting along the sides of his body… The feeling of her curly pubic hairs against his belly. He shuddered and his teeth nipped at her, her body arching against him as she cried out. Catching her nipple between his teeth he pulled slightly, and Kitty's hands gripped tighter in his hair.
Shifting her weight, he held her with one hand as the other dipped lower, moving between her thighs. When he touched her, Kitty jerked slightly before she let out a long moan, his fingers dipping and testing her. Pulling his mouth away from her breast he licked at the moist skin, drinking the drops of water that clung to the curves of her body.
Kitty sighed his name, and Piotr removed his fingers from the soft area that he had wanted to explore further… But that would have to wait. The way she said his name had sent the rest of his working brain cells into outer space and both his hand gripped her waist now. Slowly he lowered her until he was pushing firmly up into her tight heat.
Kitty squirmed slightly but Piotr didn't notice, only moving a hand to guide himself into her. He slowly entered her, and after he was a few inches deep, he thrust, breaking through her virginity and stretching her in one quick move. Kitty's sound of startled pain brought him back to his senses with a jolt of guilt.
"Keety.. I um sorry… I didn', I forgot, I …. So so sorry Katya." Kitty could hear the guilt in his voice and she wanted to tell him it wasn't that bad. It wasn't even close to as painful as she had thought it would be. The only problem was that her body was still shifting and adjusting around him, the feelings making her breathless.
Piotr hands had moved and were now stroking her hair and her lower back as he murmured to her. "I iss so proud of you Katya… you so strong und brave… Mine sveet leetle Dearling. You are so small und I hurt you…"
Kitty shook her head as she breathed against his neck. "Oh Piotr…" Kitty panted and snuggled closer, a tingle of pleasure shooting through her. "It wasn't bad… just surprising."
Piotr looked at her with concern shining in his eyes as well as a fire of longing and need that had been pushed back. "You are alright? Better now?" Kitty smiled and using muscles she didn't know she had, she clenched around him, moaning slightly. "Oh yeah, much better… I like this Peter… We aren't done yet are we?"
Piotr's passion suddenly flared as he felt her movements on him and with a shake of his head he kissed her gently. "I never be done vith you Dearest…" With a smile he wrapped his arms more firmly around her and leaned her forward against his chest. Catching her mouth with his he began to thrust, the water splashing around their bodies.
Kitty's body fluttered as he surged inside her, each drag and thrust forcing a sound of pleasure from her. Piotr began to move harder and faster, and soon water was splashing onto the floor. With a slight hiccupping sound, Kitty bit her lip and her body jerked tight, releasing only to repeat the tightening of her muscles again and again.
Piotr froze, his cock planted deep inside her, and he didn't move. He let the waves of her orgasm wash over him, before, with a grunt signaling that he couldn't wait anymore, he began to move again his body tilting and bucking wildly for a moment. Then his own body quivered, releasing a flood of sticky hot fluid into her as he followed her to climax.
They stayed locked together for almost a half an hour before Piotr finally moved, his muscles protesting. With a smile at Kitty, who blinked at him sleepily, he picked up the soap and a fluffy scrubber and began to gently wash her. When he finished Kitty returned the favor, though she was blushing the entire time.
Piotr settled her to the side with a soft kiss and he climbed out, drying his body quickly and wrapping a towel around his waist, which made Kitty giggle. Then he held out his arms for her and Kitty sighed, not wanting the bath even though the water was starting to turn cool. She waited a moment before she climbed into his arms, only to be rubbed with a towel until her skin was pink and he was sure she was dry, even her hair.
Wrapping her in a fresh dry towel and dropping the one he had used to dry her, he lifted her into his arms, smiling when she only yawned and snuggled against him. Pulling back the covers of the bed Piotr convinced her to let go of him and he unrolled her into the bed, covering her with the soft silky sheets. She only let him go after he promised he would be right back.
He cleaned up the bathroom, draining the tub and using the towels to sop up the water they had splashed, before he took of his own towel and slid into bed. His body curved protectively around Kitty and when she snuggled into his warmth he smiled. She had already fallen asleep. He was quick to follow her example and his eyes closed with a smile on his face.
Piotr slept well that night, everything he had ever wanted was curled in his arms, naked and asleep. Kitty had a rougher night. She wasn't used to not being able to move around in bed. With Piotr's arms around her and his wall of a chest pressed to her back, she kept waking up because she bumped into him or because she couldn't move. Piotr didn't wake up at all through this, he was a heavy sleeper, but even in sleep he was very aware of her.
Whenever she would get too restless, his arms would tighten and he would nuzzle, nip, or lick her shoulder or neck with his wide rough tongue, as if he were trying to soothe her even in his sleep. When she got up to go to the bathroom (the only time he even partially woke up) he lifted his head, his eyes barely open and he stayed that way until she came back, at which time he folded her in his arms again and promptly fell asleep.
Kitty got used to having him sleep with her after the first night. She already knew most of his habits, so when they finally woke up the next day, they didn't have any trouble sharing a bathroom. She was used to the attention they received as a couple, she was even used to the attention Piotr received from other women. It didn't stop her from being jealous or showing off that he was hers when one of the women got a little too close to him.
It was worst when they went to the pool, for the first and only time. From the minute Piotr took his shirt off every female on deck had stared at him, even the 80 year old ladies, and he didn't even notice. She was so busy glaring at the women that she didn't notice that the 80 year old men were looking at her in her bikini, or that Piotr was glaring at them.
Within the first three days aboard ship, Kitty heard a rumor that Piotr was a Russian prince, and that she was his American trophy wife. She thought it was hilarious and did every thing she could to encourage the rumor. The trophy wife bit sucked, but Piotr being a prince was something she thought was very cool.
At every port and in the ship gift shops Piotr bought her things. He bought her jewelery, rings, earrings, necklaces, pins, hair barrettes, and bracelets. He bought her trinkets like key chains and books as well as useful items. A plaid blanket from Scotland, a box of chocolate and a box of toffee from England, a fur coat (fake of course, Kitty was anti-fur) and some lingerie from France, a beautiful crystal sculpture for her desk from Amsterdam, two scarves from Copenhagen, and, in St. Petersburg, the most beautiful of all.
In St. Petersburg, Russia, he bought her wooden dolls. He called them Matrushka Dolls. Some were painted and lacquered, while others had gold leaf and wood burned designs. Some came apart to reveal another inside which also came apart, inside each doll was another doll. He called them Matrushka nesting dolls. Another kind had a bell sealed inside and you were supposed to touch them when you left your home, making them rock back and forth for good luck.
When they were packing the leave the ship, Piotr had to go and buy another suitcase to fit all the gifts he had bought her. The whole trip he had avoided telling her how they could afford all of it, but she planed to corner him when they got home.
Kitty was glad to be home. She was tired, but she had so much fun that she hadn't been able to stop herself. They had been up all night together then they would go out and see the sights all day. It wasn't much of a vacation, but it was the most amazing and memorable trip she had ever done. She would never forget her honeymoon.
That is the end of this chapter… I only hope I can get the next one out faster. There is only one more left so I hope you have liked the story. It's coming to an end, but I have another one in the works… Be afraid.. be very afraid. This one will have a plot…
