A/N- Ahh, better late than never, right? It's a fairly short and uneventful chapter, but I'm proud of myself for getting it out there. You should be too. ;)

Kitty rolled onto her back with her eyes closed, basking in the warmth of the sun filtering in through the window, sending its warm rays throughout the room.

"Your room is way nicer in the morning." She sighed contentedly.

"Is that so?" Piotr murmured with his face still buried in his pillow.

"I don't get the sun on my side until later in the evening. You get so much sun." She rubbed her eyes and rolled back onto her side, draping an arm around his large form, "I feel like I should definitely sleep over more often."

Piotr chuckled and lifted his head to see her, "Next thing I know, you will be moving your things into my room... I don't know how I feel about living with a woman."

Kitty snorted and pushed herself up onto her elbows, leaning down to give him a peck on the lips, "You're a dork." She sat up and rolled her shoulders with a frown, "On the other hand, your pillow sucks."

"My pillow does not suck." He replied with a grin, reaching up to rub her neck for her, "This is how pillows should be."

"Oh yeah, sure. In Russia," Kitty began with a mock Russian accent, "We sleep on rock."

"Sounds about right." He smiled up at her, watching as she stretched her arms over her head and swung her legs over the edge of the bed, pushing herself up onto her feet.

"I should get back to my room before everyone else wonders where we are. You think I can sneak back through the bathroom? The shower is on the other side of the wall in your closet."

Piotr grinned up at her, putting his hands behind his head and lacing his fingers together, "I think you are too good at this sneaking stuff."

"When you can walk through walls, you learn to pay attention to floor plans." Kitty commented, kneeling on the bed to give him one final kiss, before rolling over him with a quiet giggle and hurrying over to his closet. After quickly determining that nobody was occupying the the bathroom on the other side of the wall, she phased into the shower, swiftly skipping through the bathroom and hopping through the wall into her room.

She freshened herself up a bit, throwing her fuzzy pink robe on, before heading out to the kitchen.

"Good morning!" She greeted with a wide grin, finding that she was the last to arrive.

"Good morning." Piotr casually greeted, as she went about getting herself some cereal.

Rogue and Remy for their part hadn't even noticed she'd joined them. They were too busy feeding one another bites of Remy's egg white omelet, and making exaggerated yummy sounds.

She plunked herself down on the stool next to Pyro, grinning across the island at Piotr, and dug into her bowl of Alphabits.

"Sleep well?" Piotr asked with a grin.

"Oh yes. Very well." Kitty nodded as she set about peeling her orange, "Pillow kinda sucked, but other than that-"

"Yeah yeah, small talk, blah blah blah." Pyro interrupted, turning to Kitty with a frown, "More importantly, I got an idea."

"Oh boy." Piotr muttered, going back to his scrambled eggs.

"After watchin' Star Wars last night, I got to thinkin'," He continued, ignoring Piotr completely, "We need an intercom system."

"An intercom system." Kitty repeated flatly, "Why in the world do we need an intercom system?"

"Think about how handy it was on the Death Star!" He threw a hand in the air, "It's inexpensive and it saved lives."

"It's not a bad idea." Remy said, turning away from feeding Rogue from his fork to shrug at Kitty, "Not like his mustache idea at least."

"Shut up, my mustache will be majestic." Pyro snapped irritably, "I'll be like a modern day Tom Selleck."

"You'll be like a modern day Hulk Hogan." Remy rolled his eyes, "With red hair."

Pyro sniffed and stuffed a piece of bacon into his mouth, "You say that like it's a bad thing."

"The intercom at the mansion comes in handy." Rogue admitted, running her hand along Remy's bicep as she spoke, "But we've got a lot more... space there."

"Yeah, but think about how cool it'd be."

"It would be pretty cool." Kitty nodded thoughtfully, "I'm sure it would come in handy too."

Piotr knit his brow and shook his head, "I don't know, Rogue is right. There doesn't seem to be much need-"

He paused, suddenly feeling someone's foot playfully nudging against his, slipping up to graze against his calf. He blinked at Kitty, who smiled innocently in return,

"Doesn't seem to be much need?" Kitty asked as she continued to play footsies with him through the island.

"Uh," He cleared his throat and shook his head, "I um... lost my train of thought."

Remy snorted and jerked his thumb towards Piotr, "Artists. Always got his damn head in the clouds."

"No, I think it would be... a great idea." Piotr nodded and cleared his throat again, "Yes, it would definitely come in handy."

Pyro slapped his hand down on the counter, "Yes!" He jabbed his fork at Remy with mocking laughter, displaying the half eaten bacon in his mouth, "Three against one, bitch!"

Remy straightened up in his stool and turned his stare to Pyro, his eyes narrowing dangerously, "Bitch?"

"Oh, just let him have it. He so rarely ever wins anything." Rogue said, slipping Remy's fork from his hand to feed herself some of his omelet.

"Just you wait till this 'stache comes in." He said, running his thumb and forefinger along his upper lip, "You'll respect me then. Like how Han respects Lando."

Remy rolled his eyes and readied himself to inform Pyro that no matter how long his facial hair gets, he will never reach a Lando level of respect, when suddenly he froze, and cut his eyes to Piotr.

"Did you just rub my leg?"

Piotr turned to Remy and gave him a confused frown, "What?"

Kitty's face went red and she discreetly phased her foot back through the island, stuffing a spoonful of cereal into her mouth.

Remy glanced over to Kitty and knit his brow, "Someone rubbed my leg-"

"My leg fell asleep." Piotr said quickly, "I must have nudged you by accident." He moved back from the counter and shook his leg to make it seem like he was trying to get the blood flowing again, and Remy grinned.

"I don't know how you do things in Russia, but here in America, we have this thing called personal space." He said, giving Rogue a wink, "Pete's tryin' to get fresh with me."

"Well of course he is," Rogue winked at Remy playfully, "You're just so irresistible."

"Oh my GOD." Pyro groaned dramatically, dropping his fork onto his plate with a clank, "I wish I could grow my ear hair so I didn't have to listen to the two of you bein' all disgusting."

"You could stick some Lego's in there." Kitty commented with an impish grin, "Make a pair of Lego ear plugs."

"Don't tell me the two of you don't agree with me. It's weird." Pyro scowled across the counter at Rogue and Remy, "Weird!"

"It is a little strange," Piotr began, scooping his plate up off the island and turned to rinse it off in the sink, "But they are just in their honeymoon stage of the relationship. They will get over it."

Rogue grinned as she licked Remy's fork clean, dropping it onto his empty plate and spinning around with it in her hand to follow Piotr to the sink, "Are you speaking from experience there Pete?"

He looked down at her through the corner of his eye and furrowed his brow, "Uh... I don't... know-"

"Listen to him being all coy." Rogue chuckled as she began to rinse the plate off in the sink, "Did you think we'd forgotten about this new girlfriend of yours?"

He hesitated for a moment before giving his head a shake, "No, of course not..."

"You're taking things slow?" Rogue finished for him with a nod, "I can respect that. Especially after the whole Anya... fiasco." She rolled her eyes, "That bitch was enough to put anyone off dating for a while."

"Amen." Pyro agreed, dropping his arm around Kitty's shoulders, "It's a good thing we got this little chick magnet on our team. Bagged Petey a nine on her first attempt at wingman-ing."

"Okay, first of all, wingmaning is not a word. Secondly, it'd be wing-woman-ing. And lastly," Kitty turned to Rogue with a frown, "She's a six, at best."

"Yeah sure, if you're talkin' about "feet tall", then she's definitely six." Pyro snorted and looked over to Rogue, "Her legs probably come up to here on me." He said, jabbing his hand into his ribs.

"Just because she's tall doesn't mean she's hot." Kitty argued indignantly, "I am genuinely offended by that."

"Hey, you guys don't have any hot water." Rogue informed them suddenly, interrupting the budding argument with her hand beneath a steady stream of presumably cold water. She looked over her shoulder at Remy with a frown, "What's wrong with your hot water?"

"Oh yeah." Remy shrugged, "Our water heater blew a few days ago."

"A few days ago?" Rogue turned her frown on Kitty, "What the hell?! Where am I gunna shower?!"

"It's fine, the lady across the hall lets me use her shower." Kitty said, through a mouthful of Alphabits, "I'm sure she'll let you use it too."

Pyro made a little man giggle and Kitty cut her eyes over to him with a scowl, "Not at the same time, pervert."

"You need to get that fixed." Rogue informed them, twisting the tap off and drying her hand on her night shirt.

"We would have already, but Pete insists on fixing it on his own." Remy muttered with an irritated eye roll, "Apparently Russians have to be self sufficient or some shit."

"In Russia, there is no hot water. Only ice." Kitty said with her mocking Russian accent.

"You are aware that I do not actually sound like that, yes?" Piotr asked with a laugh, upon hearing her fake accent for the second time that day.

"I dunno, mate. It sounded pretty accurate to me." Pyro shrugged, chomping down on some bacon, "Don't get all offended about it or anything, chicks love accents. Trust me."

"That reminds me, Tabby wanted me to give you her number." Rogue said with a sly grin, sitting back down on the stool across from Pyro, "Apparently she really loves your accent."

Pyro's face fell and he blinked at Rogue mid-chew, "Whaddya mean?"

"I don't know, she said she loves the accent, and that you should give her a call." Rogue knit her brow and shook her head, "Something else disgusting about the "thunder down under", I don't really want to- where are you going?!" Rogue called out after he'd abruptly jumped up off his stool and headed for the front door.

"Out!" He barked quickly, grabbing his coat and disappearing out the front door, apparently unfazed by the fact that he was barefoot, and wearing nothing but a pair of polka dot pajama bottoms.

The four of them all silently stared at the door Pyro had so quickly raced through in confusion, before Rogue eventually frowned,

"Okay, I know that Tabby isn't the most appealing of women, but that was a weird reaction, right?" She asked, looking to Remy and Piotr for confirmation, "I mean, even for him."

"At least he's started wearing pants in the morning." Kitty commented, going back to her Alphabits, "It would have been way worse if he'd just run out in his underwear."