A/N- What's that?! She's back to reviewing weekly?! I know. I'm shocked too guys, honest. But alas, I finally have my act together enough to begin updating weekly again. For now. Please review because frankly, I thrive on it. I'm like... a thing... which like, thrives on... reviews.
Yeah, I'm obviously not good at similes. Kitty and I have that in common. :/

Kitty was pulled from sleep by the faint sound of rustling outside her door. She rubbed her eyes and looked at the clock next to her bed, noting that it was shortly after 3 am. They'd gotten home around midnight after waiting in the emergency room for hours, finally getting Piotr's hand stitched and bandaged up. And by the time they'd gotten home, the apartment had been dark and quiet.

Her second Star Wars night had been a bust.

With a sigh Kitty twisted out of bed, slipping her pink cotton robe on and shuffling out into the hall. A sliver of light shone through a crack in the bathroom door and she tip toed over, quietly giving it a knock. The door squeaked open a tiny bit more and Piotr gave her a frown,

"Did I wake you?"

She shook her head, squinting into the bright bathroom light, "Don't worry about it." She looked down at the sink he was standing at with a frown, "What are you doing?"

"I cannot sleep, my hand is throbbing." He sighed, "I am trying to take some medication..."

She looked at the bottle of Advil in his hand and he gave her a sheepish shrug, "I cannot get the lid off."

She gave him a smile and gently took the bottle from him, twisting the cap off quickly and dumping a few pills out into her hand, "You should have asked for help."

"I did not want to wake anyone."

"Well, lucky for you, I'm a super light sleeper." She dropped the pills into his undamaged hand and he threw them back, swallowing them down without the aid of any water.

"I am sorry for tonight. I ruined your celebration." He frowned.

Kitty snorted as she screwed the lid back on the bottle of Advil, "No you didn't. Pyro ruined my celebration."

The corner of his mouth quirked up, but his smile failed to reach his eyes, "There is blood all over your interview shirt."

"I don't need it anymore, now that I have a job." She shrugged, taking his hand to check the wrapping over his stitches, "Besides, it's just a shirt."

"It is not magic like your bra?"

Kitty pressed her lips into a thin smile, "If it were, I would have gotten a job weeks ago."

Piotr gave her another tired attempt at a smile and looked down at his hand, flexing it uncomfortably. He heaved a sigh and shook his head, "I do not think I will be able to paint-"

"Don't think about that right now, Pete." Kitty knit her brow as she pulled the gauze back into place, "You could wake up tomorrow morning and have full range of motion back in your hand."

He rubbed his eyes with his free hand and shook his head again, "I am already behind. The dancers do not cooperate, and they are constantly trying to see what I am doing... the director blames me for distracting them when all I am doing is trying to do is work."

"So then why don't you work from home?" Kitty shrugged, crossing her arms over her chest.

Piotr smirked, "It is not so easy."

"Well, it's probably easier than painting a bunch of flighty ballerinas in person." She poked him in the belly with her elbow and gave him a wink, "Probably not as much fun though."

He smiled, "That is true."

"And I totally get that you don't see the whole... depth... perception. And like, light differences..." She waved her hand as she spoke, "But it's probably in your best interest to paint from photos or memory. At least until your hand is in better condition."

"Again Katya, it is not so easy..." He trailed off.

"Well then use me." She shrugged. "I mean, if you need to paint someone posing like a ballerina..." She stood on her tip toes and arched her arms over her head delicately to make her point.

Piotr chuckled, "That is very kind of you, but I am sure you will be busy with your new job."

"So then get Pyro to do it. He's probably home all day anyways." She shrugged, causing Piotr to laugh at the mental image her suggestion provoked. "Although then you have to picture him in a tutu, and I'm not sure that would be all that great."

"No," He laughed, "It would not. I am sure you would look much better in a tutu."

Kitty snorted. "That's not really a compliment though."

Piotr let out a breath and rubbed the back of his neck with his good hand, "The opening is not that far off. I still have so much work to do, and now my hand... I just do not think-"

"Pete. I'm usually the person on the receiving end of this comment, but I think you're over reacting." Kitty cut him off before he could finish his thought.

"It is stupid but..." He frowned, "There are going to be very many big names in the art world at the opening of this ballet, and I had hoped..." He trailed off, letting his thought drop off.

"And you hope this is your foot in the door, so to speak." Kitty gave him a small smile, finishing his thought for him, and knit her brow, "It's not stupid at all. In fact, I think it's incredibly plausible."

"I do not know-"

"Pete, you are the most talented artist I have ever met. And I know that's not saying much, because the only other artist I've ever met was my third cousin Marty who made statues out of empty propane tanks, but I think you are way better than him. Seriously."

"Thank you, I guess." He smirked.

"I mean it." She put a hand on his forearm and her smile softened, "Just relax. Don't over extend yourself, big guy. You're going to be great, I promise."

His smirk grew into a warm smile as he looked down at her silently before giving her a single nod, "Thank you, Katya."

Kitty suddenly knit her brow and tipped her head to the side, looking back towards the bathroom door, "Did you hear that?"

Piotr frowned and strained to hear what Kitty was referring to, "No, I-"

"Shhh!" She hissed, flicking the bathroom light out and slapping a hand over his mouth all in one swift move.

That was when he finally heard what she'd been referring to. The distinct and very recognizable of a woman giggling.

"Does Pyro have a lady friend...?" She whispered in the dark, barely able to see Piotr raise his eyebrow at her stupid question with her hand still clamped over his mouth.

She dropped her hand and pushed the door open slightly with Piotr hovering behind her, both trying to hear the voice down the hall more clearly.

"You don't have to leave yet." Remy murmured to his guest darkly, "We could go for a round four, hmm?"

The woman chuckled as Remy, clad in only his boxers, circled his hand around her waist to tug her closer. "I can't." She whispered, smoothing a hand over the definition of his abs, "I have to go. I don't want Kitty to wake up."

"Holy monkey balls." Kitty breathed, "Rogue?!"

They both turned to look at the two in the dark bathroom doorway, and Rogue let out a sigh, "Oh shit." She grumbled under her breath.

"What are you doing?!" Kitty hissed, stepping out into the hall. "No, don't answer that. What were you thinking?!"

"Kitty-"

"You don't even like him!" She threw her hand towards Remy, "Were you seriously that drunk?!"

"We just wanted to have some fun-"

"So play UNO!" Her eyes dropped to Remy's boxer shorts where there was a single Twizzler hanging out from above the waist band. "Oh God, why is there a Twizzler in your shorts?!" She looked up at Remy with wide eyes, "What do you do with the Twizzlers?!"

Remy smirked and pulled it free, giving Rogue a wink before taking a bite out of the red candy, "Forgot it was there."

"Uggggh!" Kitty grunted, slapping her hands over her ears and storming back to her room, phasing herself in through the door. It was far too early to be dealing with these types of issues, and she was quite prepared to forget the mental image of Remy eating the Twizzler that had just been half inside his underwear.

She managed to settle her nerves well enough to fall back to sleep, but unfortunately, the early morning events had done their damage and she'd had a restless nights sleep filled with disturbing candy-sex themed nightmares. When she dragged herself out of bed at nine o'clock, her senses were instantly assaulted by the smell of Remy's breakfast, stinking up the apartment. She grumbled to herself as she wrapped her body up in her pink cotton robe before scuttling off to the bathroom, deciding to postpone her inevitable encounter with Remy a tiny bit longer. She brushed her teeth extra thoroughly, took her time moisturizing, perused the contents of the medicine cabinet until she decided that she'd spent enough time in the bathroom.

The last thing she wanted was for Remy to make some crack about her having bowel problems.

She slowly trudged her way out to the kitchen, shooting Remy an unpleasant look while his eyes were on the egg white omelet he was creating.

"Morning." He greeted her with as much of a smile as he could muster first thing in the morning.

She shot him a sidelong glance as she poured herself a bowl of cereal, keeping her mouth clamped shut.

"Sleep well?"

She put the box of cereal down on the counter with slightly more force than necessary and huffed, ripping the refrigerator door open to get her milk out.

"Oh... I get it." Remy nodded understandingly as he worked on his omelet, "That time of the month, hey?"

"Are you nuts?!" Kitty cried, slamming the fridge door shut, "Are you mentally nuts?!"

Remy blinked at her before knitting his brow, "Geeze, take a Midol would you?"

"I am not on my period!" She snapped, ripping the milk carton open and dumping some milk over her cereal, "I am pissed the hell off that you decided to get my best friend drunk and sleep with her!"

Remy rolled his eyes, sliding his omelet from the pan to his plate like a pro, "I didn't get her drunk and sleep with her."

"Well, you slept with her, and that's really all that matters now, isn't it?" Kitty returned the milk back to the fridge and glared at him. "Where is she, anyways? Did you at least call her a cab home, or is she waiting back in your room with a bucket of Skittles?"

"She left right after your 3 am hissy fit. And I don't eat Skittles, that shit is disgusting."

"This coming from the guy who ate a Twizzler from his underwear only a few hours ago. I don't even want to know what that was about."

He shrugged. "She happened to find them under my pillow after round two. And apparently, me having a weird guilty pleasure was a turn on for her. Cue round three."

"Okay so now what? I'm just expected to find a new best friend? Or is this your way of basically kicking me out, huh?"

"What are you talking about?! If I wanted to kick you out, I'd just kick you out-"

"Your whole, no one night stands in the apartment rule, or whatever." Kitty waved a hand as she searched the utensil drawer for a spoon, "Everything will be all weird between you and Rogue now that you've seduced her, all tense and awkward... So I'm just supposed to stop having my bestie come over? Totally not fair! Now I have to move."

"Kitty," Remy chuckled, "You're over reacting."

"You know, I hear that a lot, but I really don't think I am this time." She snipped, plucking a spoon out of the drawer and shoving it closed.

"No, you are." Remy flicked the stove off and moved over to the utensil drawer for a fork. "That rule applies to women I don't enjoy actually spending time with. The ones who get all clingy and... relationship-ish." He explained, bringing his plate and fork over to the island and sitting down with his back to her, "Rogue isn't like that. I like hangin' out with her, she's fun. And we're both aware of the casual nature of our... arrangement."

"What, did you like write up a contract or something?" Kitty scrunched up her nose and furrowed her brow. "Because that's gross."

"No," Remy let out a breath, quickly losing patience for this conversation. He cut into his egg white omelet with his fork and took a bite, "We didn't discuss it; It went without saying. Trust me, I'm pretty good at reading people and I can tell where a fille is, emotionally speaking. Rogue is not relationship-ish. You said yourself, she barely even likes me."

Kitty knit her brow as she chomped on her cereal thoughtfully, "That's true..."

"Besides, she 'seduced' me." Remy pulled his plate an inch closer to him as he settled into his eating rhythm, shoveling some more of his breakfast into his mouth as Kitty shot him a skeptical look.

"Oh yeah, I'm so sure."

"It's true." He said through a mouthful of food.

"Okay," Kitty raised an eyebrow, taking another bite of cereal, "How exactly did she seduce you?"

Remy finished chewing, swallowing his mouthful of food before beginning his explanation, "After we were finished cleaning up Pyro's mess, we started watching A New Hope. I was explaining to her the basics of Star Wars, since I figured if she's going to be hangin' around all the time, she needs to know that Anakin and Luke are not the same person." He stuffed some more food into his mouth and continued, "We were at the part where Han shoots first. I was explaining to her the importance of Han shooting first... because he's not some pussy who only shoots to defend himself. And she jumped me."

Kitty blinked at him as he chewed, "She jumped you."

He shrugged and swallowed, "Guess she sees the Han in me after all."

Pyro shuffled down the hall into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes, angry at the world for being awake, "You're not Han." He snorted, "I'm Han."

Remy scoffed, "You are not Han."

Kitty shook her head and frowned, "Wait, backup. What do you mean, she jumped you."

Pyro's eyes lit up a little bit and he flicked his stare to Remy, "Who jumped you?"

Remy smirked, "Rogue." He said casually, taking another bite of his breakfast.

"No!" Pyro flopped down on the stool across from Remy, staring at him in disbelief. "Like... seriously?'

"Oh yeah." Remy grinned smugly.

"Have I ever told you you're my hero?" Pyro shook his head with awe, "You're everything I wish I could be."

Kitty rolled her eyes and huffed impatiently, "Could we focus here, for a minute? Please? What do you mean she jumped you?!"

"Well, she pushed me back into the couch and swung her leg over so she was straddling me."

"Nice." Pyro nodded approvingly.

"And then she stuck her tongue in my mouth and started to undo my-"

"Alright..." Kitty scowled, "I get the point."

"No! Keep going!" Pyro leaned forward on the island and raised his eyebrows at Remy, "She started to undo your trousers, eh? Then what?"

"Then I slid my hands up under her shirt. Got right up under her-"

"Okay! Come on!" Kitty grimaced, "I don't want to hear this!"

Remy gave her a smile, seemingly satisfied in his effort to effectively gross her out, before going back to his breakfast.

"Ohh... that's good stuff." Pyro nodded enthusiastically, "Did she groan into your ear softly? While you worked your way up the soft milky skin of her back, your fingers dancing their way up to the clasp of her bra as she moaned in anticipation of that single moment where you expose her virgin mounds to the fresh night air..."

Remy and Kitty both sat silently with matching disturbed stares directed at him. He knit his brow and shrugged defensively,

"What?!"

"You need to stop reading them Fifty Shades books." Remy shook his head, "I'm serious, John."

"Oh come on, there's nothing wrong with having a vivid imagination." He groused.

"There's definitely something wrong with whatever that was." Kitty frowned at him and shook her head, "Also, her mounds were totally not virgin."

Remy nodded and pointed at Kitty with his forked, "She seemed way too experienced to be a virgin."

Kitty snorted, "Heck yes. I mean, she's not a slut but... she knows a thing or two. She's told me stories." She scrunched up her nose and knit her brow, "Okay, I don't want to talk about this anymore."

"How's Pete's hand?" Remy asked, going back to shoveling food in his mouth as he spoke, "He left for work before I got up."

"Alright, I think." Kitty shrugged, "He's pretty down on himself though, I mean, personally I think he's just using this minor injury as an excuse to fail."

Remy nodded, "Yeah, he does that. He get's all dark and brooding." He shrugged, "He'll snap out of it eventually."

Kitty pursed her lips, silently pushing the cereal around her bowl idly as she watched Remy eat. He looked up at her eventually, feeling her eyes on him, and raised an eyebrow expectantly.

She squinted at him and tipped her head to the side inquisitively, "... What were you doing with the Twizzlers?"

Remy smirked and gave his head a shake, "You don't want to know, petite."