Author's Note- Darn, one away from 100... *sighs* Oh well, after this one I
should have over 100, *wipes away a tear* I'm so happy!
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RahneMan- He'll be here for a little longer. And trust me, time's gonna fly in the time that he and Amanda are gone.
Dark Dragon Fire Demon- Well, it wasn't very soon but here ya go.
Anything but ordinary3- A medal, YAY!
heroes for ghosts- Thanks for the contributation (I know it's not a word) Another author, I can't remember who commented that there must be some sort of aphrodisiac in the Muir drinking water.
Lightspeed Suzuka- Glad ya found it funny. More Betsy straight ahead.
elf-princess4- here ya go.
ishandahalf- Yep, fluff with a tiny bit of plot tossed in for flavor, that seems to be my new recipe.
GambitsRogue- as I told heroes for ghosts, it's not their fault, it's all in the drinking water... wait... maybe it's all in Moira's coffee... either way, here's the next chappie.
marie lebeau- I also used part of your idea, I loved the romanticness (also not a word *oh well*) of it. Thanks.
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Shopping in London
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Oh, once in your life you find someone
Who will turn your world around
Bring you up when you're feelin' down
Yeah, nothin' could change what you mean to me
Oh, there's lots that I could say
But just hold me now
'Cause our love will light the way
-Bryan Adams
~*~
"Nice to see you join us," Betsy smirked.
"Um, hi, guys," Kitty said trying to not blush at the knowing looks the others were sending them.
"We too late for breakfast?" Remy asked sitting down.
"We saved ye some," Rahne said nodding to the microwave where a plate of pancakes sat. Pete retrieved them before sitting next to Kitty to Lockheed's angry growl.
"Oh, hey, I've been meaning to ask you guys," Betsy said. "I have some tickets to an art gallery in London tomorrow. Would any of you, except Remy like to come?"
"Why not Remy?" the Cajun asked looking hurt.
"No offense but I have a feeling that if you were there, surrounded by all of those things that you might take something," Betsy said.
"I'll go," Kitty said.
"Me too," Rogue said the others looked at the two girls surprised.
"A'll go with ye," Rahne said.
"Meggan, you have to come too, and you, Amanda," Betsy said. "We can make it a girl's day."
"I take it that means we're not allowed to come?" Brian said.
"I do need a ride t' London," Pete said. "Jardine has some information he said I should see."
"You can ride with us," Betsy said. "But after that..."
"Trust me, Bets, hangin' out with you birds as ya shop and look at some naked pictures ain't me idea of fun."
"Let's all go," Brian said. "I'll show the guys around, then we can meet back at one of Pete's disgusting dives for dinner."
"Ya keep insultin' me pubs, Braddock an' I swear-"
"Boys," Betsy scolded she shook her head. "Honestly."
"One thing totally sucks," Kitty said pouting.
"Wot?" Pete asked.
"Well, Brian and Betsy are rich, Remy's. Remy, Rahne gets money from Moira, Amanda and Doug have money from their parents too. The rest of us don't have anything."
"That's not exactly true," Kurt said slowly.
"What do you mean, fuzzy?" Kitty asked.
"Well, after Apocalypse, Mystique decided to back out of our lives a little but to show her 'love' she's been sending us money."
"And Brian said that he'd buy me anything I wanted," Meggan announced happily.
"Great, now it's just me," Kitty sighed. "That's so much better."
"I don't believe I'm bloody doin' this," Pete muttered pulling out his wallet. He handed her something. Kitty looked down and a slow smile spread across her face. "Take care of it an' keep yer receipts." Any other stipulations Pete had been about to give were lost when suddenly Kitty jumped onto his lap, almost knocking the chair over, and kissed him happily.
"All of that for a credit card," Doug said raising his eyebrows as the two barely came up for air after five minutes.
"Guys!" Brian called. Kitty pulled away dazed. "Either get a room or knock it off."
"I'm all for the first option," Pete said but Kitty slid off of his lap. He shot a glare at Brian.
"I'll help you with the dishes," she offered Betsy and Rogue. Pete slipped on his trench coat and stepped outside for a cigarette. Remy followed him.
"So," Betsy said her voice pleasant. "How was last night?"
"Bets!" Kitty exclaimed flushing.
"What?" she asked. "Hey, I have to live vicariously. Spill." A soft laugh behind them alerted them that Rahne and Meggan were still there too.
"Yeah, come on," Meggan said. "Tell us everything."
"We certainly heard enough," Betsy chuckled.
"You could, like, hear us?" Kitty said mortified.
"Loud and clear," Meggan confirmed.
"It was amazin'," Rogue started as they began to do the dishes.
The next morning
"I just don't see why we `ave t' go so early," Pete complained.
"You can sleep on the ride over," Kitty said. "We want to get some shopping in before we go to the gallery." A satisfied smile came over Pete's face as he remembered Kitty's 'thank you' the night before. They joined the others on the plane.
"Ready?" Brian asked. Kitty joined him sitting in the co-pilot's seat. An hour later they touched down in London. "We meet at the pub at seven?"
"Yeah," Betsy confirmed. "Ready?"
"A day of shopping and an art museum," Kitty smiled. "I'm ready."
"Why do I `ave the feelin' `at I'm gonna be bankrupt?" Pete asked out loud.
"You're not the only one," Brian told him. The two groups split up.
The girl's first stop, much to Rahne's embarrassment, was a lingerie shop. "Do we really have t' go in here?"
"Sure we do, furtop," Rogue smirked. "If you want we could find somethin' for ya-"
"That's alright," Rahne said blushing even more. "Ye donna have t' do that." The other four merely laughed dragging the weregirl inside. The others picked out something, finally talking Rahne into getting a silk nightgown, sexy but not showy.
They moved on to another store talking happily. By the time that they made it to the gallery they were weighed down with bags, which the manager, after learning who Betsy was, allowed them to store in the front room. "Shall we split up?" Betsy asked. "That was everyone gets to see whatever they want to before we meet the guys."
"That works," Kitty said. They went their separate ways. Betsy went to the Medieval art she was regarding a painting when a man stepped up beside her.
"Beautiful," he said. Betsy looked up about to agree when she saw that the blonde's blue eyes were focused on her. She blushed and looked back at the painting. She moved on to the next painting surprised when he fell into step with her. They walked through the rest of the museum together. She found herself really liking him.
"I have to go," he said checking his watch. "It was a pleasure meeting you." He bent to kiss her hand. He straightened and walked away. Betsy watched him go bemused. She looked down and something caught her eye. She knelt down and picked it up. In her hand was one perfect white feather.
~*~
RahneMan- He'll be here for a little longer. And trust me, time's gonna fly in the time that he and Amanda are gone.
Dark Dragon Fire Demon- Well, it wasn't very soon but here ya go.
Anything but ordinary3- A medal, YAY!
heroes for ghosts- Thanks for the contributation (I know it's not a word) Another author, I can't remember who commented that there must be some sort of aphrodisiac in the Muir drinking water.
Lightspeed Suzuka- Glad ya found it funny. More Betsy straight ahead.
elf-princess4- here ya go.
ishandahalf- Yep, fluff with a tiny bit of plot tossed in for flavor, that seems to be my new recipe.
GambitsRogue- as I told heroes for ghosts, it's not their fault, it's all in the drinking water... wait... maybe it's all in Moira's coffee... either way, here's the next chappie.
marie lebeau- I also used part of your idea, I loved the romanticness (also not a word *oh well*) of it. Thanks.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Shopping in London
~*~
Oh, once in your life you find someone
Who will turn your world around
Bring you up when you're feelin' down
Yeah, nothin' could change what you mean to me
Oh, there's lots that I could say
But just hold me now
'Cause our love will light the way
-Bryan Adams
~*~
"Nice to see you join us," Betsy smirked.
"Um, hi, guys," Kitty said trying to not blush at the knowing looks the others were sending them.
"We too late for breakfast?" Remy asked sitting down.
"We saved ye some," Rahne said nodding to the microwave where a plate of pancakes sat. Pete retrieved them before sitting next to Kitty to Lockheed's angry growl.
"Oh, hey, I've been meaning to ask you guys," Betsy said. "I have some tickets to an art gallery in London tomorrow. Would any of you, except Remy like to come?"
"Why not Remy?" the Cajun asked looking hurt.
"No offense but I have a feeling that if you were there, surrounded by all of those things that you might take something," Betsy said.
"I'll go," Kitty said.
"Me too," Rogue said the others looked at the two girls surprised.
"A'll go with ye," Rahne said.
"Meggan, you have to come too, and you, Amanda," Betsy said. "We can make it a girl's day."
"I take it that means we're not allowed to come?" Brian said.
"I do need a ride t' London," Pete said. "Jardine has some information he said I should see."
"You can ride with us," Betsy said. "But after that..."
"Trust me, Bets, hangin' out with you birds as ya shop and look at some naked pictures ain't me idea of fun."
"Let's all go," Brian said. "I'll show the guys around, then we can meet back at one of Pete's disgusting dives for dinner."
"Ya keep insultin' me pubs, Braddock an' I swear-"
"Boys," Betsy scolded she shook her head. "Honestly."
"One thing totally sucks," Kitty said pouting.
"Wot?" Pete asked.
"Well, Brian and Betsy are rich, Remy's. Remy, Rahne gets money from Moira, Amanda and Doug have money from their parents too. The rest of us don't have anything."
"That's not exactly true," Kurt said slowly.
"What do you mean, fuzzy?" Kitty asked.
"Well, after Apocalypse, Mystique decided to back out of our lives a little but to show her 'love' she's been sending us money."
"And Brian said that he'd buy me anything I wanted," Meggan announced happily.
"Great, now it's just me," Kitty sighed. "That's so much better."
"I don't believe I'm bloody doin' this," Pete muttered pulling out his wallet. He handed her something. Kitty looked down and a slow smile spread across her face. "Take care of it an' keep yer receipts." Any other stipulations Pete had been about to give were lost when suddenly Kitty jumped onto his lap, almost knocking the chair over, and kissed him happily.
"All of that for a credit card," Doug said raising his eyebrows as the two barely came up for air after five minutes.
"Guys!" Brian called. Kitty pulled away dazed. "Either get a room or knock it off."
"I'm all for the first option," Pete said but Kitty slid off of his lap. He shot a glare at Brian.
"I'll help you with the dishes," she offered Betsy and Rogue. Pete slipped on his trench coat and stepped outside for a cigarette. Remy followed him.
"So," Betsy said her voice pleasant. "How was last night?"
"Bets!" Kitty exclaimed flushing.
"What?" she asked. "Hey, I have to live vicariously. Spill." A soft laugh behind them alerted them that Rahne and Meggan were still there too.
"Yeah, come on," Meggan said. "Tell us everything."
"We certainly heard enough," Betsy chuckled.
"You could, like, hear us?" Kitty said mortified.
"Loud and clear," Meggan confirmed.
"It was amazin'," Rogue started as they began to do the dishes.
The next morning
"I just don't see why we `ave t' go so early," Pete complained.
"You can sleep on the ride over," Kitty said. "We want to get some shopping in before we go to the gallery." A satisfied smile came over Pete's face as he remembered Kitty's 'thank you' the night before. They joined the others on the plane.
"Ready?" Brian asked. Kitty joined him sitting in the co-pilot's seat. An hour later they touched down in London. "We meet at the pub at seven?"
"Yeah," Betsy confirmed. "Ready?"
"A day of shopping and an art museum," Kitty smiled. "I'm ready."
"Why do I `ave the feelin' `at I'm gonna be bankrupt?" Pete asked out loud.
"You're not the only one," Brian told him. The two groups split up.
The girl's first stop, much to Rahne's embarrassment, was a lingerie shop. "Do we really have t' go in here?"
"Sure we do, furtop," Rogue smirked. "If you want we could find somethin' for ya-"
"That's alright," Rahne said blushing even more. "Ye donna have t' do that." The other four merely laughed dragging the weregirl inside. The others picked out something, finally talking Rahne into getting a silk nightgown, sexy but not showy.
They moved on to another store talking happily. By the time that they made it to the gallery they were weighed down with bags, which the manager, after learning who Betsy was, allowed them to store in the front room. "Shall we split up?" Betsy asked. "That was everyone gets to see whatever they want to before we meet the guys."
"That works," Kitty said. They went their separate ways. Betsy went to the Medieval art she was regarding a painting when a man stepped up beside her.
"Beautiful," he said. Betsy looked up about to agree when she saw that the blonde's blue eyes were focused on her. She blushed and looked back at the painting. She moved on to the next painting surprised when he fell into step with her. They walked through the rest of the museum together. She found herself really liking him.
"I have to go," he said checking his watch. "It was a pleasure meeting you." He bent to kiss her hand. He straightened and walked away. Betsy watched him go bemused. She looked down and something caught her eye. She knelt down and picked it up. In her hand was one perfect white feather.