Tempting Thoughts

Chapter 6

It was dark outside the luxurious manor. Kitty was getting ready for dinner. She was going through her wardrobe, looking at the things she's bought earlier that day.

Kitty remembered her and Amara's conversation. Her friend insisted that she (Kitty) liked Warren. What was she thinking about? Shadowcat knew him for only couple days! Sure enough he was handsome, charming, intelligent…oh, Lord, was she really falling for him! No, she couldn't let it happened, could she?

The young woman adjusted her new brown metallic-material dress, but could zip it only to the waistline – the zipper was on the back.

The knock on the door came and Kitty didn't even bother to look who was it.

"Come in!" She said loudly. "Mara, I have to tell you that this thing we were talking about in the morning is now…how to say it non-poetically…haunting my thoughts. Well, what you said about me liking Wa…" Her eyes went wide as the mirror showed her Warren standing still behind her. "…terpolo. Water polo!"

'Water polo! Now how stupid did that sound!' She smacked herself mentally.

"I'm not even going to pretend that I understand what you're talking about…" The young man smiled. "I just came to tell you that everything was ready."

"Thanks." Kitty tried to produce a smile but was too embarrassed.

"You ok?"

"Yeah, just a problem with the dress."

"But it looks great!" Warren said looking her up and down that made both of them nervous.

"Well, if you look like that…" She turned and he saw her half-naked back.

"Need help?" Warren asked, taking another deep breath.

The young woman just nodded her head. He approached her and gently put one of his hands on the small of her back and took the zipper with the other. His touch was light and gentle, Kitty couldn't almost feel it but it send shivers down her back. She looked in front of them in the mirror. Her hair fall halfway on her back, the small dress was hugging her like the second skin and his hands on her back…

Warren has zipped the dress a long moment ago but he couldn't bring himself to let go of the fragile young woman in his arms. But he must…or she would notice this hesitance.

"We should go." He finally made a step back.

Kitty still stood where she used to, looking at the reflecting glass. And what was the most unbelievable in this all – the picture didn't seem right without Warren…anymore.

"You coming?" Warren opened the door and was waiting for her.

Still not trusting her voice she turned on her heels and they left the room.

"I need to talk to Charles Xavier." A young woman about twenty told Peter, who was the one to get the door this time.

"He's not here and I'm afraid won't be for at least a couple more days." The strong tall man answered with a thick Russian accent.

"Well then…" She put her sunglasses on the top of the head. She had long straight reddish brown locks and light green eyes. "I'll have to stay here for a couple days."

And without waiting for the invitation she entered the house.

After the dinner Amara went back to her room. She checked her cell. As she was pushing buttons the phone started ringing.

"Hello." She answered.

"It's me." A harsh whisper was her reply.

"John! Are you alright? Where are you?"

Pyro liked that she was worried about him. It made him feel cared for.

"I'm never alright when I'm not with you."

This shocked both of them. John wasn't the type of guy who would say compliments, bring flowers or chocolate, but Amara loved him the way he was. He was her Pyro without pretty quotes and other silly fluff.

"Wow…seems like you are in deep shit."

"I am." He produced a nervous laugh. "I am…"

"What's wrong, John? Can you talk right now?"

"Yeah, but I better not." He answered after a moment of silence.

"I understand." Amara sighed. "Will you come?"

"Don't know. If ol'Mags won't have any job prepared for me. Plus he's getting suspicious…"

"Yes, you shouldn't anger him." She produced another deep sigh.

"I want to come, you know that…" She could hear him take a drag of his cigarette.

"I know." The girl smiled sadly. "And you shouldn't smoke."

There was another nervous laugh from him:

"Don't worry, won't kill me faster then my job."

Kitty was getting lonely. Amara was talking to somebody on the phone in her room, Warren said that he had some work after dinner, but he's probably finished by then. The young woman made her way downstairs to the enormous library with thousands of books in it. It was bright in it because of the candles, lots of candles lighted all around the room. There also were two or three books on the small table. Kitty took one of them and set herself on the black lather chair. She got more comfortable placing her legs on it's hand. The brunette took a look at the book in her hands, "Memoirs of a geisha". How could something like that be in Warren's library? Kitty has already read that book, she loved it.

"Enjoying the book?" Soft voice from her left.

This time it didn't scare her, so she just stayed on her place:

"Yeah…I love this book. I mean you wouldn't meet love like this everywhere. Not everyone can bring one love through the whole life…"

She looked at him and noticed that he was in torn dark jeans and white sweatshirt, his snow-white wings unleashed behind his back. It looked…sexy.

"Yeah. You wouldn't…"

There was a moment of silence until Kitty suddenly asked:

"How does it feel?"

"How does what feel?" Warren came closer and positioned himself in front of her on the small table.

"Flying."

They locked eyes while the blond was thinking about the answer:

"It's amazing. We've got so many problems here, down on earth. There, in the sky, there's no pressure, no questions. It's easy there…"

Kitty smiled despite herself. The way he was talking about the sky…it fascinated her, just as he did himself.

"I wish I knew what you're talking about…"

"Wanna know?"

"Well…yes." There was a strange shine in her eyes.

"Come on then." Warren offered her a hand and she stood up, taking it.

"Where are we going?" Kitty asked, confused.

"You'll see." He led her through the glass door of the library and to the grounds of the manor under the dark sky with bright stars shining far away. "Ok…we're here."

"In the garden?" The brunette asked. "Why are we here?"

"Well, you wanted to know what it's like up there…"

He stood right in front of her. She seemed even smaller and more fragile comparing to his height and strong built. He took her hands in his and put them on his neck, wrapping his own around her slim but curved waist. Kitty looked at him, question in her eyes. Her thoughts vanished after she couldn't feel the ground with her feet. She gasped and clenched tightly to Warren.

They were soaring through the sky and it was the most wonderful thing any of them have ever experienced. Maybe it was a night sky, maybe the stars and maybe…just maybe it was the presence of both of them.