Author's Note- I wanted to have these up BEFORE I went to work. Oh well.

SickmindedSucker- Remy as a biker... leather pants (drools) ahem anyhow, if I don't update THIS one for weeks rest assured I will update SOMETHING.

ishandahalf- The closet is the best place for make out sessions. Look at Xander and Cordelia on the old BUffy shows.

DazzlinShorty- I'm glad you enjoyed it.

T.A. pixiestix- That's what I was going for :) I'm glad you caught on. I've converted another! YAY! Right then, I'll try to add in some Jubby, after all I have everyone else paired up.

Callian- I like that title... yes, perfect. Thanks!

Piotr's Girl- Thanks! If I can't have Lockheed himself, I'll just make references.

Kitty Pryde 2- Friends are just evil like that. See below ;)

mela- I'm happy you're enjoying.

kageneko17- he doesn't, in the black ops you don't want something to make you stick out, so this tattoo is post that.

GreenFairyGirl88- That's what Kitty gave to her in the first chapter of the party I kinda forgot to mention what it was.

More Partying

"Okay... Ray," she announced with a grin. "Let's go." The two all but ran into the closet.

"The game's over if we hear any moaning or anything," Kitty announced. The others agreed.

"I was going to pick Tabby," Kurt said. "Wanda."

"Dare."

A purely wicked grin crossed his face. "Let Kitty give you a complete make over."

"You wouldn't," Wanda said.

"I have the perfect-" Kitty started.

"Chicken!" Wanda said. "I'll take a chicken for this one." Kitty pouted. "Um... John."

"Truth, luv," John said.

"How many women have you been with?"

"Three," John said. "Kitty."

"Truth."

"What's the worst thing you've ever done?"

"I once snuck out of the Institute for a concert with Rogue," Kitty said. "Of course, Logan caught us on the way back in. Bobby."

"Truth."

"What exactly happened to my pink shirt?"

"Well... I was doing wash and it sort of fell apart."

Kitty glared at Iceman. "Bobby, it said 'dry-clean only,' It was in a separate basket."

"I know, and I knew you'd kill me so I lied."

"It was a totally stupid lie too."

"What'd he say?" Jubilee asked.

Kitty rolled her eyes. "He said that the shirt was destroyed by an unexplained and short lived fire."

"The shirt spontaneously combusted?" Pete asked deadpan.

"That's what he said," Kitty shrugged. "I didn't talk to Amara for a week afterward."

"I was wondering why you kept glaring at me," Amara said.

"I'll buy you a new shirt," Bobby promised. "Pete."

"Dare."

Remy leaned in and whispered something to Bobby who smirked. "I dare to you kiss Kitty. On the lips for a full minute. A French kiss."

Pete smirked. "Fine with me." He walked over to Kitty and pulled her up and tightly enveloped her into his arms. "I hope that you actually respond is time." His mouth covered hers. She opened her mouth to his allowing his tongue to sweep inside. Her hands tangled themselves in his surprisingly soft hair as she pressed herself even closer.

Pete smiled inwardly. Beneath the calm, collected innocent Kitty there was a side that was all fire. A side that he had before only seen when he really pissed her off. He opened his eyes for a moment and saw that she had her eyes lightly closed, looking happy. He closed his own eyes abandoning himself to the feel of her body against his and her lips against his.

He released her lips was a last playful nip. It took her a few seconds to open her eyes. When she did they were clouded by passion. Her eyes lingered on his lips before going up to his eyes. Her lips curved up in a soft, gentle smile that made Pete want to kiss her again.

"Dat was longer den a minute," Rogue said. "Merde! Ah still have dis stupid accent." Pete went back to his seat and Kitty sat down.

"Wisdom," Remy said when the Londoner didn't say anything. "It's still y'r turn."

"Uh- right... Remy."

"Truth."

"Wimp."

"Non, Remy's just smart."

"Okay. Tell us about your worst mission, the most embarrassing or stupid thing you were sent to do."

"Back in de time dat Wanda was stayin' with us she sent Remy for feminine items."

"Ya think that's bad?" Pete asked raising his eyebrows. "Roma made me do that all the time."

"Y' didn't let me finish. It was night, and raining. Piotr was doing the laundry and all of Remy's clothes were wet. So Remy had ta go out in Piotr's clothing. Y' know how big dat homme is?

"Den when Remy went ta leave m' bike was missin', pparently Victor took it. So Remy had ta drive de van. Mags' van, dat big ugly t'ing. To top it off de van broke down on de side of de road. Remy got out of de car and had ta walk.

"A group of femmes pulled over. But seein' Remy soaked, in clothes three sizes too big, an' carryin' a bag of tampons and midol dey just started laughin' at Remy and drove away." The Cajun sniffled theatrically. "Remy has never gotten over de experience."

"Ah laugh at ya all the time, swamp rat," Rogue said. "Yes! It's gone! Now if only Ah could get rid of the thoughts."

"It's only fair, chérie," Remy grinned cockily. "You be runnin' through Remy's head all de time." Rogue just rolled her eyes at that line. Tabby and Ray came back out of the closet.

"Next up," Tabby said grabbing the bottle and spinning it. "Kitty... now who should we send Kitty with...?"

"Shut up, Tabby," Kitty said rolling her eyes. "We all know who you're going to send me with."

"True," Tabby said. "Okay, Pete, go ahead." Pete stood and waited for Kitty to enter the closet.

"Ya actually think that those two will get together?" Rogue asked looking at the closed door.

"Were you watching the same kiss that we were?" Bobby asked. "I mean... damn."

In the closet

"So... um... here we are," Kitty said.

"Yeah," Pete said amused by her nervousness. He stepped close to her causing her eyes to widen. "Calm down. I ain't gonna jump ya or somethin'. Let me lay is out for ya, luv. I want you. Far more than I have ever wanted another bird. But I also like you. You're just a great girl." He reached out and pulled her into his arms. Kitty leaned against his hard frame laying her head on his shoulder.

"You know, I, like, never thought you could be nice."

"Yeah, it's just a phase though, don't worry, I'll be me usual asshole self t'morrow."

"I kind of like this side of you," Kitty said softly.

"I knew you liked me."

She poked him in the chest. "I said 'this side of you.'"

"Right, of course." He stepped back slightly leaning lazily against the wall. "So, you ya want t' know why I have complete control of me powers, why me da hates me, and why I was able t' immobilize ya?"

"I was rather curious."

"When I was sixteen a group of people came t' me... they called themselves Black Air. They told me that they'd teach me to control me powers and when I turned eighteen I could become a full-fledged agent. I went with em. The worst decision I ever made. They taught me how t' use me powers, self defense, and how to fight... but I started t' hear things.

"Then one of me friends died... I ran back home. They couldn't touch me then, me da's a cop. They wouldn't want t' mess with him, even if he is an evil old bastard. That's why I was so hostile to ya when we met. I was afraid yer team might be like them."

"I understand," Kitty said.

"I'm just lucky I got out when I did... things would have gotten a lot worse. Some of those agents, it was like they were dead inside. I can't imagine bein' like that." He shook his head lightly. "So now ya know."

"Is that why you always act like such a jerk?"

He chuckled. "Nah, that's just me usual personality."

"I'm suddenly very sad." He reached out and yanked her against him. She gasped at the sudden contact. "Hey!" His mouth covered hers swiftly.

She leaned into him and raised her head so he could have better access. He wrapped her arms tightly against her waist. Kitty sighed softly and wrapped her own arms around his neck. She tangled her hands in his hair. She backed away suddenly.

Pete blinked. "Wot's wrong?"

"I'm sorry... I just can't do this." She started to phase through the wall.

"Stop." She paused. "Okay, now turn around." She looked at the ground turning back to him. He stepped over to her and put his finger under her chin lifting her head so her blue eyes met his. "Let's talk."

"About what?"

"Why yer freaking out for one."

"I'm not-"

"Bloody ell, Kit, I kiss you and you try to run away. I think that qualifies as freaking out." He offered a small self-mocking smile. "Unless me kisses are that bad."

"It's... not you, well, not really."

"Talk t' me, luv."

"You... scare me."

He raised an eyebrow clearly confused. "Grasshopper, I may be an asshole but I'd never hurt you. Why would ya be scared of me?"

"Lance and I broke up... because he couldn't wait. I did care about him but I wasn't ready... I just don't want to go through that again."

"I knew there was a reason I didn't like him. Did he break up with you because of that?"

"I broke up with him."

Pete smiled. "Good girl."

"He kept bringing it up... I just couldn't take it any more."

"And you're afraid I'll do that?"

"I... don't know. You're just... always making..."

"Sexual advances towards ya," Pete supplied. She nodded. "I've also told that Bobby idiot that I'd murder him in his sleep. Does he look dead?"

"No... and why did you threaten Bobby?"

"He froze all the pipes again. That's beside the point. Kitty, I'd love to have sex with you." Her eyes widened and a deep blush colored her cheeks. He chuckled. "That does not mean that I need to, though. I'm not an idiot like yer ex."

She smiled a little. "You're being nice again."

"Damn, I really need t' stop that." Before they could continue the conversation the door opened and Kurt and Amanda kicked them out.