Author's Note- This song is by Jamie Walters, you know, that dude from 90210? The song is "No Rhyme, No Reason." This part is set about six months after the first one.

No Rhyme, No Reason

"This fading light must be playing a trick on me.
How did you walk across the room and change the world I see."

Pete was sitting with the boys when he saw her walk in. His breath caught in his throat. She was with a small group of people, all of which were paired up. She was smiling but Pete had enough experience reading people to tell that it was a front, that she was hiding a deep hurt.

"Pete," John said drawing Pete's attention from the brunette.

"Wot?" Pete asked a little annoyed.

"Nothin'," John smirked. "Just wanted t' stop you before ya started drooling."

"Shut up, Constantine." He saw her stand and walk to the jukebox. He stood and walked over to her.

She looked up startled. "Um... hi."

"Hey," he said leaning against the jukebox as she made her choices. "Want t' dance?" She looked at him startled. There were a few couples on the bar's makeshift dance floor but most people were just getting drunk.

"Uh, sure," she said softly. He led her onto the floor and she stepped into his arms. She laid her head on his shoulder as the song began.

"I look at you, oh... you leave me nothing to say."

"Me name's Pete," he said, his breath stirring her hair as he whispered in her ear. She shivered.

"I'm Kitty," she said and raised her head so their blue eyes could meet.

"Not t' sound trite but wot are ya doin' in a place like this?"

"My friends, they wanted to get me out and away from my... ex."

"Ah, I understand." She unconsciously pressed herself closer. "How long are you goin' t' be in town?"

"Just for the night, we're leaving in the afternoon." He looked down at her as they swayed together. They walked to a table away from the others and he ordered two drinks. The two talked as the night wore on.

"He's just an idiot," Pete said as their subject changed to the reason that she had been drug to the bar.

"Thanks," she smiled.

"I mean it, luv, you're a beautiful, smart bird. Any man would be lucky t' have a woman like you." She blushed at that. She looked up and saw that her friends were grabbing their things.

Rogue walked over. "You comin', sugah?"

"I'll meet you guys back at Betsy's," Kitty said. Rogue looked at her doubtfully.

"Are ya sure?"

"I'm, like, positive." Rogue still looked doubtful but left. (AN- I know, it's completely against all rules of friendship to leave a friend with a stranger, but hey: she has powers).

"Ain't no rhyme, ain't no reason.
It's just a mystery.
Ain't no rhyme, ain't no reason.
For what you do to me."

Kitty and Pete sat talking for another thirty minutes. Pete surprised himself by not lighting one cigarette.

"The bar's goin' t' close soon," Pete noticed. "Want me t' drive ya back?"

"I guess," Kitty said.

Pete smiled noticing that she seemed to be more upset at the thought of the night being over than afraid of being alone with him. "Or I could mebbe show ya around town. Since you're only hear until t'morrow."

"It's night though," Kitty said confused.

"Yeah, but London is beautiful at night. Trust me, luv."

"Okay," Kitty said. They stood and Pete threw down some money to cover the tab for both of them.

"This kind of thing was not supposed to happen to me,
All the walls I built up came apart so easily."

"Let's go."

Pete took her to all of the places in London that were practically unknown to tourists. He found that he genuinely liked her. They ended up stopping at another bar at one thirty. "How old are ya?" Pete asked realizing that the woman he had been flirting with all night could be a minor.

She smiled brightly. "Eighteen today."

"T'day's yer birthday?"

"Yeah."

He smiled. "Happy birthday, luv."

"You're supposed to give the birthday girl a kiss," she pouted.

He raised an eyebrow. "Am I?"

She nodded. "Yep."

"Some kind of spell that I can't shake.
Got a hold on me,
Now I don't know if I ever want to be free."

"Never was one for tradition," Pete said before grinning mischievously. "But this time..." He leaned in and kissed her slowly. He could feel her practically melt in his arms.

"Wow."

He grinned. "I'll take that as a compliment." Pete leaned back in his seat regarding her. "So, wot brings ya t' London?"

"My friends said I, like, needed to get out. They took me here since the drinking age is lower."

"This is yer first time drinkin'?"

"No," Kitty said.

"Really?"

"Well... I had champagne at a wedding once."

He smirked. "So this is yer first time."

"When did you first drink?"

"When I was fourteen. I stole a bottle of scotch from me sister. She wasn't old enough either so she couldn't tell our dad."

"Stealing, tsk, tsk. You really are a bad boy."

He grinned. "You have no idea."

"Ain't no rhyme, ain't no reason.
It's just a mystery.
Ain't no rhyme, ain't no reason.
For what you do to me."

He stood. "C'mon, I'll walk ya home, or wherever yer stayin'." Kitty stood and followed him out of the bar. "So, luv, where are we going?"

"Um..."

"Kitty?"

"Can we go back to your place?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Uh... sure." He led her down the street and to a building. "Are ya sure?"

"Yeah," Kitty said after a few moments thinking about it. She hadn't even had a date since the thing with Lance, since she found out that Tabby was the one he was sleeping with. She had promised herself that next time she would be the one to decide what was going to happen in any relationship she had. He nodded and led her up the stairs. He unlocked his door and ushered her in.

"Ya know, yer lucky I'm not a psychopath," Pete said. Kitty smiled a bit shyly. "Yer coat? I don't have anywhere clean t' put it but I can take it." She slipped off her coat revealing a tight pink sweater. "Cute. So, want the tour?"

"Um, sure."

He led her into the living room. "This is, um, where my TV and stuff is." He showed her the kitchen. "That, I think is self explanatory." He led her to another room. This one was actually livable. She ran a hand gently through her hair.

"Oh I'm falling into the mist,
And I'm face to face with a life of emptiness."

"So... we're here..."

He smiled. "I'm guessin' you've never picked a guy up, huh?"

"No," she admitted.

"In that case let me share me knowledge." He crooked a finger at her. "C'm ere, luv." She walked over to him and he bent over kissed her slowly. Kitty sighed against his lips. She looked up into his eyes as he pulled away.

He ran his hands over her back before pulling her flush against him. She gasped almost unnoticeably, feeling his arousal. His mouth crushed hers again. He lifted her up and carried her to the bed. He only broke the kiss to lift her shirt over her head. She, a little more hesitantly, returned the favor, undoing his tie then unbuttoning his shirt.

She ran her hands over his chest as his mouth continued its' assault of hers. He groaned against her lips. Pete reached around her again this time finding the clasp to her bra and undoing it. Flushing a little she slid the material off. His mouth began to rained kisses and licks down her throat stopping only when he reached her breasts. She gasped aloud when his lips covered one nipple and he plied it with licks, and soft sucks. He switched sides and gently tugged with his teeth before running his tongue over the flesh, as though to sooth it.

"Oh I want to run... but I can't move,
Don't want to give in, but there's nothing I can do.
I lay awake and try to sort out what is true"


Kitty felt as though she had gone to heaven. She had never imagined that it could feel like this. With Lance it had been over too quickly. Lance also hadn't indulged in much foreplay, which greatly lessened the experience for her. She felt his hands on her jeans and he undid them moving away from her breasts to slide them off of her.

He moved between her legs and met her eyes as he gently gripped her legs before spreading them and positioning her so he could take her into his mouth. "Oh God..." she whispered. He smiled and continued licking and sucking at her as she moaned and thrashed on his bed. He realized suddenly that she had never had this done to her. He brought his fingers into play, sliding them into her and finding that she was perfectly ready for him.

Pete stood and slid his belt off and dropped it on the floor. He then unbuttoned his slacks and slid them off. His boxers were the next to go. He saw her eyes widen as she looked from his manhood back up to his eyes. Kitty hadn't known that a man could be quite that... endowed. He reached down and grabbed a condom out of his wallet and sheathed himself quickly. She suddenly found that she was a little nervous as he rejoined her in the bed.

"I close my eyes, but all I see is you.
I'm like a ghost; I'm like a shadow,
And I can't go home,
You shake the ground, hey, that I'm standing on"

He licked and kissed his way up her body until he reached her lips, which he claimed almost roughly. He slid his body in between her legs as she responded to his kiss hotly. "Tell me you want me," he murmured huskily needing reassurance that she was really here of her own will.

"I want you, Pete." He slid into her easily with one thrust. Kitty cried out laying her head back. "God..." Pete closed his eyes as the feeling of the warmth and tightness of her surrounding him took over. He moved within her, slowly at first, wanting to feel her for as long as possible.

When she began moving with him he enticed her body into a faster rhythm. Kitty could feel her body building towards something. Lights danced behind her eyes and she cried out his name, quite loudly as she found her very first release in his arms. He answered her cry with one of his own as he found his own triumphant release. He rolled off of her and threw his condom into the trash.

"Ain't no rhyme, ain't no reason.
It's just a mystery."

"You're the expert on this sort of thing," Kitty said softly. "Now what?"

"Now you can either stay the night or if ya want you can leave." She cuddled close and laid a kiss to his chest. Kitty sent a quick message to Betsy telling the telepath that she was okay and that she'd be home by the morning. "Sweet dreams, luv."

"Goodnight," she whispered back. They dozed off together. Kitty woke up early and grabbed her clothes. The flight was going to leave in an hour and she needed to get to the house. She threw her clothes on and bent over to lay a kiss to his lips. "Thank you." She stood and walked out of his room, then the apartment.

Pete's eyes opened when he heard the door open. He looked around himself and leaned back. "Fuck," he muttered realizing she had gotten away before he had even gotten her last name, much less a number.

"Ain't no rhyme, ain't no reason.
For what you do to me."