Author's Note- I hang my head in shame at how long this update took. I had completely forgotten about this story. Now that I remember it, though, I just might be able to finish it.
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Breakfast and Confrontation
Some days it don't come easy,
And some days it don't come hard
Some days it don't come at all,
And these are the days that never end
Some nights you're breathing fire,
And some nights you're carved in ice
Some nights you're like nothing
I've ever seen before or will again
Maybe I'm crazy, but it's crazy and it's true
I know you can save me,
No one else can save me now but you
-Meatloaf
Kitty awoke when Pete sat up yawning and stretching. She opened her eyes and stared up at him. He looked adorable, his hair was completely ruffled, falling into his eyes. He also seemed incredibly content, happier than she had ever seen him. "Mornin'," he smiled seeing that she was awake. He leaned down and kissed her slowly. "How do ya feel?"
"I'm fine," she responded sitting up also. She winced at the sore muscles. "Maybe not that fine."
"It's only natural, grasshopper," he said running a soothing hand over her legs. "C'mon, we could use a shower."
Her eyes widened. "'We?'"
"Yeah." He smiled and helped her up. "C'mon." He led her into the adjoining bathroom.
"You guys have your own bathroom?" Kitty asked. "You totally suck."
"Actually Remy and I share with Sabretooth." Pete saw Kitty tense. "Don't worry, luv, he's out of town." She relaxed slightly as he started the water. He stepped under the spray and pulled her with him. Kitty felt incredibly nervous seeing how last night it had been dark and he hadn't been able to see her fully.
His appreciative glances let her know, however, that he found her body appealing. His obvious arousal let her know how much he still wanted her even after last night. He got out some shampoo and tenderly washed her hair. Kitty sighed leaning against him. He rinsed her hair and got the soap and very fully washed Kitty's body.
He handed her the shampoo raising his eyebrows. Kitty took it from him and returned the favor. Pete had to fight the urge to take her up against the wall feeling her hands caressing him but he knew that she was probably still sore. They got out of the shower and dried each other off. Both got dressed and walked from the bedroom hand-in-hand. Remy and Rogue were still asleep curled up on the couch.
"That's cute," Kitty smiled.
"But the bad news is that now we have to get breakfast," Pete announced. Kitty merely raised her eyebrows. "House rules, luv. The first one up has to get breakfast for the others on weekends." He glared at the Cajun. "E's probably just fakin' it." Kitty rolled her eyes but followed him as he left the mansion and went to his car. "Perkins?"
"But you said-"
"They can wait," Pete shrugged. "I want you t' meself for a while. We can face the others later."
"Sometimes, not often mind you, you can be sweet."
"... Um... thanks...?" He pulled into the parking lot and five minutes later the couple were seated. Kitty watched with pure amazement as Pete ate a muffin, eggs, toast, bacon, and potatoes.
"Why aren't you three hundred pounds?" she asked finally.
"Wot?" he asked.
"Never mind."
He shrugged. "So, wot do ya want t' do t'day?"
"Hmm... I dunno, I'll leave it up to you."
"No pressure?"
"I'm up for anything."
A smirk spread across his lips. "Anything?"
"I think I proved that last night," she blushed. He chuckled and leaned over kissing her gently.
"Ready?"
"Sure." He paid and they left stopping by a store to pick up a couple dozen donuts. By the time they got home all the others were awake. Emma and Lance were sitting in the living room. Emma's gaze narrowed as soon as she saw Kitty.
"Kitty?" Lance said, "can I talk to you for a second?"
"Um... sure," Kitty wanted to say 'no.' This morning had been wonderful, she didn't want Lance to ruin that, but saying no would just be rude. She left Pete's side to walk with Lance into the kitchen. "What's up?"
"I wanted to apologize," Lance said. "I've been a major asshole."
"I won't argue."
"I was completely in the wrong. I was hoping that maybe we could go back to being friends. I know we'll never be close, like we used to be, but I'd like to at least be friends."
"I'd like that," Kitty smiled. Looking relieved Lance walked back into the living room. Kitty got herself a glass of orange juice. When she turned around Emma was standing there. "What now?"
"I'm not going to let some little girl steal my boyfriend," Emma snapped.
"Listen, I'm going to say this slowly so maybe this time you'll understand: I'm not interested in Lance anymore. He wants us to be friends and I'm fine with that. If you have a problem with it talk to him."
"Look, I know what you're doing, you're just trying to make him jealous." Kitty started laughing.
"Emma, get a life." She turned and started to walk away. Emma grabbed her arm and spun her back around. "What?" Without another word the blonde punched her. Kitty stumbled back before regaining her feet. "What in the hell was that for?" Emma tried for another hit but Kitty saw this one coming and ducked. By the time the others ran into the kitchen the two were engaged in a complete chick-fight. Pete grabbed Kitty and pulled her off Emma.
"What in the hell happened here?" he demanded.
"Nothing," Kitty shrugged.
"Just two girls sorting out their differences," Emma said, her voice nasal as she grabbed a paper towel to hold against her bloody nose.
"Unless we are allowed to sell tickets, or at least watch, no fighting in the kitchen," John announced.
"And next time we have a pool filled with jello," Pietro added.
"Pig," Rogue said munching on a donut.
Twenty minutes later
"Thanks," Kitty said gratefully as Pete handed her an icepack to put over her growing black eye.
"Ah never expected preppy Kitty to get into a fight," Rogue said.
"Are ya gonna tell us now what happened?" Pete asked stroking Kitty's hair as she held the ice against her face.
"She started it," Kitty shrugged.
"Why didn't you phase?"
"She's been a pain in my ass ever since Lance and I broke up, she's convinced herself that I still want him. Hitting her just felt too good."
Pete chuckled. "That's me girl."
Remy came into the room. "P'tite, y' should see Emma. She looks much worse."
"Good," Kitty said.
"Of course Monsieur Alvers is non pleased," Remy said.
"He'll get over it," Kitty shrugged.
"You okay, chat?"
"Peachy," Kitty shrugged. "She only got the one hit in. Remind me to thank Logan." Remy flipped on the TV and sat down on his bed with Rogue the two couple cuddled up together watching cartoons. Kitty smiled laying her head on Pete's chest. Life wasn't perfect, but it was getting there.
