Well-Honed Instinct
"Wossat now?" Pete almost fell out of his chair in his haste to sit up properly. "What did you say, Pryde?" His jaw dropped as Kitty glided towards him with a delicate sway to her hips that he definitely remembered.
"You heard me." Kitty reseated herself closer to Pete and lightly ran a hand up his bare forearm to the place where his rolled shirt sleeve started. He shivered and stared at her with wide disbelieving eyes. "I said, 'Do you want to join me?'" She moved away from him, then, and headed towards the single bedroom. Pete, jaw still slack, and brain struggling to catch up to his rapidly shifting priorities, stood shakily and followed her. They made it as far as the wall along the corridor before he backed her up against it and kissed her. She didn't protest, but something didn't feel right. This is too bloody easy.
"What's goin' on, Pryde?" Pete stopped kissing her and pulled back enough to look her in the eyes. God, she has amazing eyes… "Why the sudden change? I thought you were deeply in love with big, dumb and Russian." His eyes narrowed suspiciously.
Kitty smiled coquettishly at him and pulled him close again to kiss him. He felt her hands on his tie and assumed she was taking care of that particular article. However, suddenly, she was no longer in his arms, and he couldn't move very far in either direction. His blue eyes opened and he discovered that both ends of his signature black tie were neatly and carefully phased into the wall!
He panicked momentarily and then shrugged. No problem. One hot-knife through this material and I'm out of this tricky wall and I can deal with Pryde.
However, when he put his hand up to burn a hole through the ratty fabric, nothing happened. Presently, Kitty stepped back into his line of vision on his right side. She was holding something. I am so stupid! It's the bloody inhibitor gun! I'm trapped here! Fuck, fuck, fuck!
"Now, Pete," Kitty placed the gun on the coffee table and spoke with what seemed like genuine sincerity. "Don't get too upset. It's nothing personal. It's just that I've been in this room way too long and I need to get out for some air, and maybe to do a little shopping. I'll be back, and I'll be fine. But, I knew you'd never let me leave. So, I had to do what I had to do. You always told me that it was the only way to get anything done."
"Pryde." Pete was wildly scanning the room, looking for anything that may aid his escape. "You need to stay here. There is a mad man looking for you who would make you wish he had murdered you about ten minutes after he found you. It is far too dangerous for you to be out and about, luv. You really need to stay here." He was repeating himself, but he was desperate. This woman could not be running around London while Scratch was looking for her.
"Pete, I can take care of myself. Don't worry about it. I'll be back before you know it. You just stay put!" She winked at him and disappeared through the suite room door. Pete sighed and the mental barrage began.
Wisdom, you moron! I can't believe you ever believed that someone like her would ever want anything to do with you again! Not when she's got that bloody steel poster boy for Communism at home. You are a stupidl, self-centered man, Wisdom. She's never gonna let you close to her again. You already blew it, and now she could get caught by Scratch and it is going to be terrible and it's going to be completely your fault. You're an idiot, idiot, idiot! He scowled and leaned against the wall to wait until the inhibitor wore off and he could go to find Pryde.