This chapter has been a long time coming, both in real-time and story time. Hopefully, it's worth the wait :)

Jacelynn shivered as she rifled through her locker for her French book. She should have taken Pietro up on his offer to borrow one of his hoodies this morning. The wool sweater Mystique had given her near the start of their mentorship was not as warm as it used to be.

That was a shame, it was this pretty pale blue that Jacelynn thought suited this version of her well, not to mention the sentimental attachments she had to it. She made a mental note to find some time to shoplift a new one.

She fished out her book - apparently, she shoved it well into the back - and shut her locker. It was then that she came face to face with another student. He was tall and tan, with closely cropped dark hair. His face was vaguely familiar, but she could not put a name to it if she tried.

"Hi?" She said.

"Hey," he responded.

"...Can I help you?"

"I'm just here to pass along an exclusive invite," he told her, pulling a folded piece of paper out of the pocket of his jeans. "Duncan's throwing a rager this weekend for the end of football season, and you're on the guest list."

Her eyebrows shot upward. Duncan was either an idiot, or he had the memory span of a goldfish… maybe even both.

"Who else is invited?"

"The football team, of course. Most of the cheerleaders, some of our buds in the Bayville football club. A couple of other people around the school."

"And will Miss Duncan be attending?" She asked as casually as she could.

He shook his head. "She's out of town or something."

Perfect. "A shame," she said.

"Between you and me, it's a bonus. It means there's gonna be booze," he replied and handed her the note. "Here are the details. I'll see you Saturday," he turned at that, swaggering down the hallway.

She looked at the paper in her hands like she wasn't entirely sure it actually existed. Was the universe being kind to her for once? It seemed like it.

It was no secret Matthews' parents were loaded, and she was almost dizzy with the thought of what she could steal. The X-Men's place had been a bit of a bust, but she knew the Matthews were a much flashier family. She didn't have to deal with Jean's telepathy busting her plans OR the shitshow that would have happened if they were both at his party. There was even going to be free alcohol!

A girl could almost cry.

All she needed was a way to get there. But luckily for Jacelynn, she happened to live with the perfect person to ask.

"And you didn't just force your way into the party?" Pietro asked, "You just got invited."

"Yep," she replied, taking a swig out of her can of grape soda. They were camped out in a back corner of the library, conveniently hidden away from the eyes of administration and teachers.

"How the hell did you manage that?" he wondered aloud.

"It's because I'm hot," she explained.

"Obviously. But I am also hot, and I do not have an invitation to Duncan's party."

"That's because you're lacking a certain je ne sais quoi," she explained, gesturing to her chest. Pietro snickered. "I'm being completely serious. He's throwing this party for his football guys, yeah? If there's a bunch of hot girls for them to hit on, they're going to think it's a rad party. If the party's rad, Duncan's rad, and he maintains his status as 'coolest bro' or whatever. So he invites a bunch of girls he might not know."

"And so you were invited."

"And so I was invited," she agreed, "That brings me to what I wanted to ask you. Do you want to be my plus one?"

"What would we be going for? Just to have a good time or…"

She lowered her voice to reply, "Oh, I fully intend to have a good time. I'm also going to rob them blind, but I'm going to have a good time too."

He grinned. "Count me in."

Three hours later, she was standing in her room, clothes strewn around her haphazardly as she scrutinized herself in the mirror she swiped from Tabby's room. Her current outfit consisted of a green halter-neck crop top and jeans. Was it not enough? She didn't want to go too flashy, considering she was there to steal. But she had to look nice.

She'd be cursing and asking herself why she was being so stupid if the answer wasn't glaringly obvious. Jacelynn was nervous.

Not to waltz into Duncan's house and steal - no, she'd done that a dozen times before, back when she was still invited on a regular basis. It was entirely Pietro's fault. Her heart raced every time she stood near him, for god's sake. Now she was spending the evening alone with him at a party. There were a million other things she should be thinking about, and yet all she could think about was him.

She wanted to kiss him. She was tempted to cancel tonight altogether. She was kind of excited to hang out, just the two of them. She desperately wanted him out of her head.

She was a mess.

But she couldn't let herself go into this as anything but confident - there was too much easy money on the line. Squaring her shoulders, she looked at herself dead-on in the mirror.

This was going to go fine. She was Jacelynn fucking Dionnis, and she wasn't going to be rattled by some boy.

She ended up keeping the top but swapped to a black skirt and chunky-heeled boots she knew she could run in if she had to. Jacelynn double-checked the makeup she'd put on and tucked a flyaway hair back into the bun she'd pulled her hair into. She touched the silver bracelets and earrings she'd chosen just to double-check they were there before looking at the time on her alarm clock. Despite all her frantic wardrobe changes, she still had about five minutes until they had agreed to leave.

Well, no point standing around anymore. She wasn't going to get any more ready than she was. Jacelynn slung on her coat and headed downstairs.

Pietro was already waiting for her, leaning against the wall at the end of the stairs. He was all clean lines and sleek edges, dressed in a form-fitting black turtleneck and gray jeans. His earring glinted in the hallway light, and she noticed he'd swapped his usual stud for a silver one in a fish-hook shape.

Hot damn, she thought to herself.

"You look good," was what she actually said out loud.

Pietro turned to look at her, that confident smirk settling on his face. "And you look fantastic, 'Lynn."

"Now that we've made sure we're the hottest people at the party, are you ready to go?" She asked as she made her way down the stairs.

He nodded, holding out his hand to her. "Your chariot awaits, milady."

She made a face, "Never say that to me again," Jacelynn told him, accepting his hand anyway.

"Are you telling me you hate romance?"

"I'm telling you I hated the words you just decided to verbalize,"

Pietro clicked his tongue. "Starting the night by squabbling with me? I can't say this is a good sign, 'Lynn."

She laughed and bumped him good-naturedly. "Shut up and get going, would you?"

"As you wish," he replied. In the next half-second, she was in his arms bridal style, and they were speeding out the door.

Unlike the last time they'd done this, Jacelynn actually knew what was happening, so it was a little less terrifying. The keyword there was 'little' because she still flung her arms around him to hang on for dear life, screwing her eyes shut until she felt him come to a stop. She pried her eyes open to double-check that the world was also stationary before she set her feet on the ground.

"Something wrong?" Pietro questioned.

"I'm just reorienting myself," she exhaled. "Fuck, I'm never going to adjust to those speeds."

"You'd be surprised."

"That's easy for you to say. You're the one doing the running! I'm the one who's hoping to god I don't hit the pavement at that velocity," she laughed, adjusting a few strands of hair that had fallen out of her bun.

"Hey," he put a hand on her shoulder, looking directly into her eyes, "I would never drop you."

She blinked a few times; her mouth parted like she was about to say something but no actual words came out. Of all the things she'd expected him to reply with, that answer didn't even make the list. "Oh, uh,-I, well… thank you," she finally got out. Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment, and she quickly readjusted her illusion to hide it.

The corners of his mouth twitched into a smile. "C'mon, we have a house to rob."

'House' is not enough of a word to describe the Matthews' residence, in Jacelynn's opinion. A house was something that lined the streets of the suburbs. This place sat on top of a tall cliff overlooking all of Bayville's suburbs. It looked like their high school football field would fit comfortably inside the first floor with room to spare. That made it a completely different beast.

The floor-to-ceiling windows on this side of the building made it clear the party was already well underway. Strewn cans and crumpled red solo cups littered the steps just outside the front doors, and the bass of the music almost knocked Jacelynn off her feet as Pietro opened the door.

"I forgot how much of a white hellscape the interior of this place is," Pietro frowned.

"I'm surprised you can see enough of the decoration to comment on it," Jacelynn joked as they walked in. That was a bit of an over-exaggeration, but Duncan's was packed. There were circles of people in every corner, taking up every inch of furniture and spilling onto the balcony.

"People heard 'free booze' and came in droves," he snickered.

"It's the only way to stand the host's presence for more than ten minutes," she muttered, which got another laugh out of her friend.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a hulking blonde mass making its way toward them. Shit. She turned on her heel to face Pietro more, "Speak of the fucking devil," she groaned quietly.

"What does he want?"

"No clue," she sighed, adjusting her expression into something more pleasant before turning back to face their infamous host, "Duncan," her smile was so plastic they could have made Barbie dolls out of it. "Good to see you."

"Jacelynn! You got your invite, good," Duncan said, the beer in his red cup lurching dangerously close to the lip, "A couple of my boys are gonna be happy to see you looking this-" he faltered, seemingly only then realizing there was someone next to her. "Oh, you brought someone?"

"I'm sure you've met Pietro before," she replied simply. Pietro gave a slight nod.

"Uh, yeah. I think so, maybe." Duncan looks around, "You didn't bring any of the other guys you hang with, right?"

"I didn't."

Duncan noticeably relaxed. "Alright, cool. This is kind of an exclusive party, and I don't want anyone getting the wrong idea about who I hang with. Well, anyway, booze and food are in the kitchen; bottom floor is fair game to hang out anywhere. And Jacelynn, if you wanna have a good time, talk to any of my boys in the football jackets, ok? They'll show you one. Enjoy the party," he gestured with his arms as he walked away, a splash of his beer narrowly missing one of her boots.

Jacelynn kept up the smile until he had sufficiently disappeared back into the crowd. "What a fucking jackass," she grumbled.

"Who, Duncan?"

"Uh, yeah, who else? I mean, he comes up like we're best buddies, and he didn't once frame me as a homewrecker to hide his cheating from Jean. Not only that, he takes an obvious dig at our friends while doing so!" she ranted, doing her best to keep her voice down, "Ugh! I wish I could have strangled him."

"How about this 'Lynn: what if instead of strangling him, we, say, settle for 'relocating' multiple of his family's valuables? Preferably into our own pockets?" He whispered to her.

She giggled. "I guess I can live with that."

"Excellent!" He clapped his hands together. "So, what's our plan?"

"Step number one," she held up a finger, "Is to take our fill of drinks and food, because it's being offered for free. Also, we need to be seen for a bit, so we're not as suspicious. Then, we head upstairs, because the restricted area is absolutely where all the good hits are." She told him quietly.

"Then we take what we can fit in our pockets and get the hell out of here?"

"Exactly," she nodded.

"Sounds like a good plan to me, 'Lynn."

"Alright, then, c'mon. I'm starving." She dragged him along by the wrist to where she remembered the kitchen being.

Much like the rest of the house, it was blindingly white. The floor, the walls, and the cabinets were all the same colour, making the spills and stains of tipsy teenagers all the more obvious.

But what really captured Jacelynn's attention was the absolute feast of junk food laid out on the marble counters. Pizzas stacked six boxes high, enough chip bags to cover all the colours of the rainbow, and bowls filled with the mini candies kids get on Halloween.

"My god, it's like being in a candy store where everything's free!" She said gleefully, immediately fishing in the nearest chocolate bowl for Nestle Crunch bars.

"I like the lone plate of vegetables off to the side there," Pietro commented, already helping himself to a slice of pizza.

"I'd bet twenty on that plate being untouched by the morning," she replied, finding the chocolate she had been searching for.

"You want anything to drink?" Pietro asked her, already opening up the fridge.

It wasn't the smartest idea to get smashed when you're trying to rob someone, but a single drink couldn't hurt. "Depends. What do they have?"

"White Claw?"

Jacelynn made a face. "Yeah, hard pass."

"Uh… there's Coors, Bud Light…Corona?"

"I'll take a Corona."

Pietro pulled two bottles out and passed one to her, which opened with a satisfying pop.

She held up her drink. "To a good time?"

"And to a better haul." He clinked her bottle with his, and they both took a drink. Pietro pauses after his sip and shoots her a look. "Wanna see who can chug their drink faster?"

"That's a horrible idea."

He scoffs. "Coward."

"Hey, I said it was a horrible idea. I didn't say I wasn't doing it," she lifted her bottle to her mouth, "Ready in three?"

"Two..."

"One!" She tilts her head back and starts drinking as quickly as humanly possible. She has only a quarter left when she makes a grave mistake - taking a breath.

Jacelynn immediately sputters and chokes as the alcohol goes down the wrong pipe and spends a good half a minute coughing up her lungs.

"Ha! That was too easy," the speedster gloats. Normally she'd fire off a witty retort but settles for a middle finger until she stops coughing.

"I hate you," she said, her voice a bit hoarse.

"Spoken like a real loser," he shot back, looking rather pleased with himself. Jacelynn rolled her eyes and finished off the last of her drink at a more normal pace.

"Now that we've taken advantage of the free alcohol, are we getting started?" He asked as she set the empty bottle down.

"Yes - wait," she cut herself off, her ears perking up when she heard some familiar opening notes. "Nope, we aren't leaving when my favourite song is on," she grinned, already moving backwards to where people were dancing.

Pietro tilted his head, listening. "Your favourite song is by Britney Spears?" He questioned.

"I like the lyrics of this one. You could say I relate." She smiled, starting to mouth along to the lyrics, "I think I did it again, I made you believe we're more than just friends."

"Are you telling me you're a heartbreaker, 'Lynn?"

"I'm telling you I'm a damn good liar," Jacelynn answered, leisurely twisting to the beat of the music.

"That I knew," he responded, "but I appreciate the heads up anyway."

"You're very welcome," she said. "Now shut up and dance or get out of the way."

"Pushy much?" He replied, but he started to move.

"This doesn't sound like shutting up," she responded.

"You're a real charmer," he said.

She chose to ignore that, starting up her lip-sync again "Oops!... I did it again

I played with your heart, got lost in the game"

She glanced at him occasionally, flashing a coy smile as she moved to the music, mouthing along to the lyrics she knew. His dancing was more of a sway than anything as he watched her in quiet amusement.

"Y'know, I'm starting to get some mixed signals here 'Lynn," he said.

"Why Pietro, I didn't even know you were looking for signals in the first place," she shot back.

"I never said that."

"Well, it was heavily implied."

Jacelynn slowed down her movements as the song faded out. "Alright, I'm good. We can go do what we came here for now." She made to turn towards the staircase, but Pietro grabbed her hand and pulled her back.

"You got to dance to your favourite song; I want to stay for one of my favourite songs," he told her.

She paused for a moment to register the song. "It makes way too much sense that you're an Usher guy."

"The ladies love Usher, and they love it when I love Usher." Jacelynn rolled her eyes, and that also made way too much sense. "It helps that he's got a couple of really good songs."

"Do you give away your flirting strategies to every girl you're wining and dining?"

"Who said I'm wining and dining you?"

"Once again, not said - but it was implied." She twisted to the beat of the song, glancing over her shoulder to meet his eyes.

She moved one way as she danced, and in near-perfect sync, he went the other, and they met back up in the middle right as the chorus hit. "It's almost like you're searching for these implications 'Lynn."

"And yet you're the one who brought up signals in the first place," she replied, arching an eyebrow. "So, who's really the one searching for something?" The moment after she finished talking, Usher sang about a 'shawty getting low' and instinctively, Jacelynn dropped low too. When she brought herself back up, she was closer to her friend than she was before.

Not that she minded. Nor him, it seemed, as Pietro's hand planted itself at her waist. He looked at her, a silent question posed. A slight smile tugged at her lips as the contact sent lightning through her veins. Jacelynn leaned into the touch, circling her hips in time to the music.

They moved simultaneously, him just to the right of her. A truce called for the moment: they danced.

Although her heart hammered in her chest, her thoughts were clear and steady. Whether it was from the knowledge that she had done this song and dance before, both literally and metaphorically, or if it was liquid courage from the beer she shotgunned earlier, she didn't know. Whatever the case, she felt confident. She was in her element. She was Jacelynn Dionnis, and she was hot as all hell.

They were already crammed closer than they even needed to be, despite being on this crowded makeshift dance floor, but Pietro somehow managed to get closer as his mouth ended up near her ear.

"Here's a thought 'Lynn. We-"

At that same moment, someone stumbled backwards through the throng of people, right into the unsuspecting teenagers sending all three of them to the ground with a loud thud.

"Ow," groaned Jacelynn, who ended up at the bottom of the heap.

Pietro shoved the other teenager off of himself before standing and helping Jacelynn up. "Watch where you're going next time, would you?" He snapped.

Jacelynn didn't recognize whoever this guy was, although he looked absolutely hammered by the state of his hair and the stains on his shirt. "Oh, dudes, I am uh… I am sorry n' all that." He replied, his words slurring together.

She made a face. "It's 10 pm, and you're already this drunk? That's pathetic."

The nameless teen managed the most uncoordinated shrug she'd ever seen.

"Ugh. I think I'm done with dancing," Jacelynn said, starting to make her way off the makeshift dance floor. Pietro followed her wordlessly, smacking into the other guy's shoulder as he walked by for good measure.

It took a few minutes to get through the crowd - evidently, a lot of their schoolmates were taking the opportunity to get up close and personal with one another, but the pair made their way to the base of the stairs.

Pietro paused. "Now what?"

"We go up the stairs, duh." She kept walking.

He caught up to her in the space it took to blink. "Won't people wonder what we're doing?"

"They will if we stand at the base gawking. No one's going to bat an eye if we don't make a big deal of it."

"If you say so."

The pair climbed the staircase, finding themselves face to face with a large empty hallway, with closed doors leading down either side.

"Do you know where the best rooms to hit are?" Pietro asked her. She shook her head.

"They remodelled this floor last year, or so I've heard. This is all new to me."

"Should we just pick a side and start going down?"

"That works for me."

Glancing around to double-check there wasn't anyone nearby, she turned to the door on her right. No point checking to see if anyone was in there first; she'd never hear them over the noise of the party. The doorknob twisted, and the door pushed open with ease, revealing… "Guest bedroom. Great." While she probably could have guessed that fact from the basic decor and lack of any personal belongings, the ungodly tacky 'beloved guest' sign really gave it away.

"Do we bother?"

"I don't think so. Why waste our time?"

"On to room number two," Pietro said.

The next few rooms, a sitting room and a small home theatre, also didn't yield much in the way of the small valuables they were hoping for - just a healthy dose of jealousy over the fact these people had an in-home theatre.

"Third time's the charm?" Pietro asked as they exited the theatre.

"More like sixth time's the charm," Jacelynn grumbled, reaching to push the next door open - only to be met with the resistance of a locked door.

The pair shared a knowing glance.

"Only locked door so far," Pietro ventured, "Can we dare to hope this'll finally be a good one?"

"God, I can only hope so. I do not want to have willingly suffered Duncan's presence for nothing," she replied, sliding a hand into the hair at the back of her head, "I've got bobby pins. Do you want to try, or should I?"

"Just step to the side and watch the master work," he said, holding an open hand out to her.

"I'm revising my earlier comment. I do not want to have willingly suffered your presence for nothing," she gave an exaggerated roll of her eyes, but she wasn't really all that annoyed. Jacelynn handed him the pins.

Pietro bent down, his hands a blur of movement that she couldn't keep track of. It takes him thirty seconds, if that, for them to hear the soft click of the lock opening. He stands up and grins at her triumphantly.

"That was alright," she said.

"Just alright?!"

Jacelynn shrugged. "I could have done it in half the time without the superspeed," she added with a smirk.

"You're bullshitting."

"Am I?"

"I'm going to lock the door again, and we can time you."

"Absolutely not."

"Why? Can't back up the confidence?"

"I'm not wasting time when we're empty-handed."

"Sounds to me like you just want to stall."

"You're welcome to keep arguing about this, but I'm going to earn myself some pocket change," she responded, pushing the door open.

Now this was obviously the master bedroom. It was almost as lifeless as the guest bedroom, but there was not a speck of dust in sight as Jacelynn walked in. It was also at least 10 degrees gaudier - it seemed like everything had gold accents somewhere on it. The bed was also ridiculously large - with enough pillows to keep a small army well-rested. More important to Jacelynn than the pillows, however, was the storage in the room. Two nightstands, an additional chest, a full vanity, and doors that looked like they led to his and hers walk-in closets.

She had died and gone to heaven.

"I have the vanity. Can you search everywhere else?"

"Done." Pietro sped past her, the door shutting behind him. She slid onto the dusty pink stool and started inspecting the makeup neatly organized on the vanity's surface. Nice brands, she noted, but nothing worth actual money - not that she really expected that from makeup. She did spy a lipstick with a surprisingly youthful bold pink colour. 'Explosive Passion,' the label read on the side. Oh, she thought, Tabby would adore this. Jacelynn slid it into her pocket.

Tabby also would've liked what Jacelynn found in the drawer - but more for the price tag and less for the aesthetics. Mom Matthews sure has a thing for gold. There is an entire collection of jewellery in the vanity drawers, ranging from necklaces to earrings to bracelets to even a few brooches. Jacelynn runs her fingers along individual pieces, handily kept in their original boxes. If this was a random town she was never coming back to, she'd happily stuff her pockets with everything without a care in the world.

But she lived about twenty minutes from this address, and she'd be worried a potential police investigation might lead back to the Brotherhood. No, it was better to take only a few pieces that might get glossed over, or just easier to replace than search for.

She took a look through and settled on a pair of earrings, two necklaces and a single bracelet. Not many individual pieces, but each would earn a fine price in a pawn shop that didn't ask too many questions. She stuck everything in her bag, then spent a minute carefully rearranging the boxes in the drawer to look like it was still full. When she finished, she got off the stool and turned around, where Pietro rematerialized out of thin air.

"Anything good?" She asked.

"I found one hundred bucks, a gift voucher for an all-expenses paid meal at one of the fancy restaurants downtown, and swiped two Rolexes from this dude's collection."

Jacelynn whistled. "Sounds like a good haul to me."

"I wish we didn't live in town; we could have gotten away with more," Pietro admitted.

"I was just thinking the same thing," Jacelynn agreed, "I-"

She stopped mid-sentence. It was tough to discern amidst the raucous of the party, but she was almost positive she could hear people walking in the hallway. She held her breath, hoping that she misheard, but then-

"Kateeeeey," came a high-pitched voice, "girl, where are you?"

Fuck. It's a very bad look if whoever that was came in and saw the pair of them hanging around a room they have no right to be in, Pietro's hands full of valuables. Jacelynn glanced at the door, and back at Pietro, and made a split-second decision.

She grabbed the collar of Pietro's shirt, pulling both of them against the wall and crashed her mouth onto his.

It takes him a long second to react - but then he's dropping everything in his hands to the ground to place his hands on her waist, leaning in to kiss her back.

And shit, was he a good kisser.

He kissed like he knew it, too. Of course he did, the smug bastard. There wasn't a hint of hesitation in the movement of his mouth, and his hands didn't fidget from their place on her sides.

Jacelynn is vaguely aware of the door opening and muffled drunk giggling from the doorway, but she easily tunes it out. The swirl of thoughts in her head as she wondered if this was really, truly happening was much louder.

She hears retreating footsteps but greedily allowed herself a few extra seconds before she pulled away from him - just being cautious, she told herself. She glanced over at the doorway to ensure they were alone again before she looked back at him.

"Sorry about that. Figured it was better people gossip about us hooking up instead of stealing." It is a struggle to keep the breathlessness out of her voice and her tone nonchalant. Yet again her mutant power comes in clutch - without her illusion, the redness she knew was tinging her cheeks right now would have been obvious.

He looked at her, eyes trailing up and down her face, lingering on her lips just a second longer than anywhere else. His mouth twisted into a smirk, and he moved towards the door, shutting it firmly and returning to exactly where he'd been before she even had the chance to miss his touch.

"Oh no, I think there's someone near the door again," Pietro said dryly.

And then he kissed her.

It's Jacelynn's turn to be surprised, but she gets over it quickly, throwing her arms around him, one hand weaving itself into the hair on the back of his head, deepening their kiss.

She could taste traces of the beer he had earlier still, but she couldn't bring herself to care. She was lost in the heady scent of his cologne and the smooth but firm pressure of his lips on hers, and the snake of his hands around her waist as he pulled her closer, making her wonder if perhaps - maybe - he had been wanting this even more than she did.

Jacelynn loses track of how long they stay like that before he pulls away. "I've wanted to do that for a while," Pietro admitted, his voice low.

"How long?" She asked.

"Since I first saw you. I might have a bit of a weakness for gorgeous women," his thumb traces the bottom of her jaw, gently tilting her head up toward his. "But I didn't think about it too much back then. I've thought about it a lot more recently." He told her.

"I've been wanting to since probably the end of summer, but I didn't really piece it together until a few weeks back," she said.

"It's been a bit for both of us, then. Sounds like we should be making up for lost time," he said and brought his lips onto hers for the third time.

She smiled into the kiss - now, this was a plan she could get behind. Jacelynn pulled her arms tighter around him, and she could feel his hands trailing-

BAM.

The sound of something heavy falling over and the ensuing shrieks and laughter from teenagers downstairs had them jumping apart. It was the jolt Jacelynn needed to remember where exactly they were.

"Oh, yeah. We're still at Duncan's," she grimaced.

"Were we doing something earlier? I've forgotten," Pietro joked.

"I didn't realize you were so easily distracted," Jacelynn teased.

"In all fairness, we've been getting distracted all night."

She hummed in agreement. "I have to admit I liked that last distraction the most," she said, going in for another kiss. This one's short and sweet; Pietro pulls back after a few seconds.

"Hey, I don't suppose you'd want to go somewhere a little quieter than this?" He asked.

A slow smile spread on her face. "I think I would."

"Excellent," Jacelynn blinks, and he's already collected everything he had dropped onto the floor and into his pockets, his left arm wrapping around her waist, "Let's get the hell out of here."