The Cruise Pt. 2

"Who introduced Brian to the camcorder?" Pete demanded watching with derision as Brian taped some dolphins that were frolicking behind the boat.

"Hey, it gives him something to do," Kitty shrugged. "Besides, imagine how boring this must be for poor Brian, you know, to be all alone, without a girlfriend. The rest of us are all coupled up."

"Me heart bleeds for 'im, really, luv."

"Must you be such a jerk, like, all the time?"

"Yes." Pete crossed his arms over his chest where a new shirt rested. This one read: "If you lick it, I will come."

Kitty looked at his arms, then his shirt and blushed a bright red. "Pete!"

"Wot?" he asked every appearance of innocence.

"That shirt... it's the worst that I've seen you wear."

"Really?" he asked cocking his head to one side.

"Yes!"

"But I keep tellin' ya, luv, that they're all true, and if we go back t' the cabin, I can prove it to ya." Her response to this was a kick to the shin. She walked away leaving her boyfriend hopping up and down on one foot.

Across the deck

"Interéstant," Remy mused.

"What?" Rogue asked.

"Wisdom learned a new dance."

"Wonder what he did now," Rogue mused. Her thoughts were cut off as Remy removed his shirt. "Are ya tryin' to blind everyone, swamp rat?"

"You don't like de view chérie?"

"Have Ah ever implied otherwise?"

"Remy needs y'r help, petite."

"What?" He handed her a bottle of suntan lotion and raised his eyebrows. Rogue swallowed nervously. "Sit down." He sat down on a lawn chair and Rogue squirted out some suntan lotion onto her hands. Her hands glided over his skin slowly. Remy surprised himself by actually shivering at the feel of her soft hands gliding over his skin. "Is this okay?"

"Oui," Remy murmured. He moved forward on the chair so she could squeeze in behind him. Rogue gave into the temptation and ran her hands curiously over his back, figuring that this was one time she could touch him without fear that he would notice, or take it the wrong way. Remy felt a smile touch his lips. "Chére?"

"Yeah?"

"Ah t'ink you've got it." She stopped flushing warmly. He turned and looked at her longingly. "Remy didn't ask y' ta stop, p'tite."

"Whatever." Trying to salvage her dignity Rogue stood and started away. She wasn't prepared for Remy's speed with which he grabbed her and pulled her back onto his lap. "Remy!" His mouth cut off any further words. She wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Hey," Rogue said pulling away. "Ah don't recall givin' ya permission to kiss meh."

"Remy don't recall askin' for permission," Remy said still staring longingly at her lips. "Mais, if y' insist: may Ah kiss you?"

She flushed, she had just been joking but hearing him ask that was unbelievably the most erotic thing she had ever heard a guy say. "Ah suppose." He grinned and lowered his head kissing her again.

In Betsy and Warren's room

Lockheed paced. His Kitty was with that stinky Londoner. He had to get the mean rude man away. He glared up at the window. "Simple," he said a smile crossing his face. He flew up and pushed the window open. He looked around and not seeing anyone, flew to Kitty and Pete's room. He pulled the window open and cackled evilly. Kitty would thank him one day. After all, it was his job to protect his best friend.

Two hours later

"Kitty, look at this!" Pete exclaimed. His clothing was strewn all over the room along with packs of cigarettes.

"Wow," Kitty breathed. "What do you, like, think happened?"

"I'll give ya three guesses."

"Pete, don't be silly. Lockheed was in Betsy's room."

"Who else would have done it?"

"I'll go check," Kitty sighed. "But I'm telling you, he's still there." Kitty was gone for a couple minutes while Pete picked up his clothes. He sighed seeing that four of his shirts had been tied together and the one, which read: 'How do you like your pussy?' With pictures of cats with things written under them like, 'wet, hot, smelly, and hairy,' had been torn apart.

"Pete?" Kitty asked coming back into their room.

"Damn stupid rat," Pete was muttering as he tried to untie the knots.

"That 'stupid rat' is in Betsy and Warren's room asleep," Kitty said crossing her arms.

"No, luv, 'e's just pretending to sleep. Really, he's fully awake an' probably laughin' at me."

"That's just silly."

"Me cigarettes are gone, and just look at me clothes!"

"It's just some sort of practical joke." She took the shirts. "Let me." She phased them free from each other.

"Thanks, Kit."

"So, any more paranoid delusions?"

"Cute. I'm tellin' ya, luv, he did this. He probably just opened the window and climbed out."

"Riiiggghht... I'm going to bed."

"Sounds good."

"I'm going to go get dressed."

"Can I help?"

Kitty smiled shaking her head lightly. "No, thanks." She went into their bathroom and got into her oversized nightshirt. When she came back Pete was already in his boxers.

"Ready?"

"Yep," Kitty said climbing into bed. Pete laid down beside her. He kissed her goodnight, then kissed her again, and again.

In the room two doors down

By the time that Remy had finished showering Rogue had fallen asleep, in the middle of the bed. He smiled slightly and shook his head ruefully. "Finally get de fille in bed and she falls asleep," he muttered rolling his eyes. He laid down next to her, barely having any room. "Y'r lucky y'r so cute," he told the sleeping bed hog. Rogue didn't respond, she merely cuddled closer.

Back in Kitty and Pete's room

Pete's mouth blazed a hot trail down her neck and he ran a hand under her pajamas caressing her upper thigh. "Pete?" she asked softly.

"Yeah?" he asked raising his head.

"I-I just wanted to tell you that... I love you."

He smiled gently kissing her lips. "I know, luv." He kissed her on the chin. "And I love you too." Her eyes widened and he chuckled.

"You do?"

"Yes, how could I not?" She reached out and pulled him down for a long kiss. "Let's get some sleep," he said surprising her again. He grinned sprawling out on his back. "I don't know about you, grasshopper but I need some sleep." Truth was he knew that she wasn't ready for what they were doing.

She looked a little bemused but cuddled up to his side. Pete ran a hand through her hair as her breathing evened out. He wondered, as he gazed down at the girl in his arms, if he'd be able to actually protect her from the people after him. He hadn't been able to protect his sister. Roma had almost been killed just to get to him. He didn't want Kitty to get hurt.