om_main | Kitty and Peter, Backdated to 11/12

Kitty and Peter redefine their expectations of 'sexy.'

So. It was a little weird for Kitty to be a sixteen year old member of the 'faculty' at the school her boyfriend attended. Slightly. There were also suggested guidelines about mingling with students, but those were mostly guidelines, and most of the staff had boyfriends or girlfriends that were either staff or students anyway, or had been at one time, and Kitty was still sixteen, so she didn't really think it applied to her. After all, Pete was just five months younger than her, so it wasn't like it was that weird.

Anyway, the best part about being faculty when her boyfriend wasn't was...the private room. A locked door. No one coming in unexpectedly. No one racing down the hall outside her door. Nope. Just her and Peter, camped out on the bed, doing homework. Or, at least, attempting to do homework. In the past few months, Kitty had found it increasingly hard to ignore the warmth of his skin when he brushed against her, or the twinkle in his eyes, or the curve of his lips. Sure, they'd kissed...sweet things, sometimes a little less sweet, but never crossing any sort of...line.

And Kitty wanted to cross that line so badly. Badly enough that just laying on her stomach, elbow to elbow with him as she stared at her laptop was overwhelmingly distracting.

Peter let out a groan and his head flopped onto Kitty’s shoulder. “I’m done. I’ve read this paragraph nine times and I’m no more closer to caring about the sun also rising than I was when I started.” He left his head where it was, comfortable, but mostly enjoying being closer to her.

His eyes lifted, looking up at Kitty through his lashes and bangs. “How’s your homework going?”

What Kitty meant to say was, 'Terrible, let's go get something to eat.' What came out was actually, "Have you thought about having sex?" And then her ears heated and she bit her lip and she groaned at herself. Stupid. Stupid, Pryde.

Surprised, Peter went bright red and lifted his head off Kitty’s shoulder. “In-in general? Or--” He gestured awkwardly between himself and Kitty.“Like, you and-and, uh, me?”

"Not right now!" Kitty said quickly, frozen in place, her cheeks about the same color as his. "Not, I mean maybe not at all!"

Peter opened his mouth, then closed it again, his brow knitting. “So, uh. Sorry, so what-what are you asking then?” Argh, why was he so awkward?! It’s not like he’d never had this conversation before. Alright, so it was only the second time, but still, less awkward would be great.

Kitty face-palmed. She was so bad at this. "You know what, just um. Let's forget I said that."

Peter sat up and shook his head, scooting closer. “No.” He shook his head at himself. “No, not no. Sorry. I mean, it’s awkward, yeah, but you can--you can talk to me about anything. If this is something you want to talk about, then I want to talk about it.”

She felt herself warm as his arm pressed against hers again and she sighed, lifting her head, her cheeks pink. "I just...sometimes I wonder if you look at me like that? I mean, I know I've got the cute thing going on, but Yana...she's got the whole sexy thing, and guys look at her like...I don't know. Differently."

Peter shook his head. “Illyana isn’t... I mean, I guess she’s pretty, but--” He cut himself off. Parker, you idiot, this isn’t about Illyana. He tucked hair behind Kitty’s ear and then shifted closer. “I think you’re sexy. I don’t know why anyone would think you’re not. I mean, come on, look at you.”

Kitty had no idea how to answer that, beyond giggling, dropping her forehead to his shoulder, and snorting into his shirt in amusement. "Wow, you win," she muffled. "In the realm of appeasing your girlfriend with lies, you are the master!"

Peter looked affronted. “I’m not lying,” he said. “Why would I lie about that?”

"I am not sexy," Kitty pointed out, lifting her head. Although, that put her about four inches from his lips and she got a little distracted. Peter, on the other hand, was sexy. A kind of goofy, flustered sexy, but still sexy, and it was totally distracting.

And, wow, this conversation had officially gotten more distracting. Kitty this close, really close now, and using words like sexy while looking, well, sexy. He swallowed.

“But you are.” Peter slipped a hand into Kitty’s and leaned in closer, eyes unconsciously flicking down to her mouth. “I promise.”

Yep. Peter was a player and he didn't even know it, Kitty decided, leaning the last couple of inches in to brush her mouth against his, lips parting, fingers tangling with Peter's.

Peter’s heart took a stumble, picking up speed. He leaned in closer, lips parting and catching on Kitty’s, and his fingers tightened in hers.

She couldn't help sliding closer, deepening the kiss experimentally. Sure, they'd made out before, but it had been kind of sweet and shy, and...she wanted to at least try a little more.

Peter’s hand slipped from Kitty’s and moved to cup her cheek. Something was different this time. He and Kitty had made-out before, but it had never been like this. This heart-pounding breathlessness, Kitty pressing closer and closer, the kiss soft, but something hotter, hungrier, bubbling underneath.

It was definitely different, Kitty could tell. It was kind of like a tidal wave sweeping her up in its wake. All she could do was go with it, and ended up tangling with Peter, half-stretched out over him on the bed, breathless and pink-cheeked when she finally drew a couple of inches away. "Okay, wow."

Peter let out a breathless laugh. “Yeah. Wow is... Wow is pretty much it.” That had been amazing. And hot. How did Kitty not think she was hot? Because that had been incredibly hot. His heart was still pounding--Racing in a way that it felt like it would never stop.

“Um.” Peter’s thumb ran along Kitty’s cheekbone. “Soooo, I don’t know about you, but I think we should do more of that. Like right now, maybe?”

"Definitely more of that," Kitty agreed, her eyes bright. "Homework can wait."