WARNING:
THERE IS EXPLICIT SEX IN THIS STORY. I marked this clearly in the header. The sex is graphic, but all loving and consensual (and not that much worse than a typical romance novel). If reading sex scenes like that would offend you, please don't read this.

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Part 3 All Traditions Start Somewhen

Pulling her into the small shower with him, Wisdom turned the water spray on high, and Kitty gave a low shriek of surprise as the strong jet of icy water hit her and she phased away through him and the shower stall door without thinking. A grinning Wisdom looked out into the bathroom to see her standing there, arms wrapped around herself, shivering and glaring at him. "Very funny, Wisdom. I didn't know you were Iceman in disguise."

"Sorry, love." But he didn't look or sound repentant, just amused. "Just habit, 's all. 'S good fer hangovers the mornin' after, see?"

"Were you drunk last night, with me? Or are you trying to say I gave you a hangover?" Kitty's tone started out outraged but her usual humor resurfaced quickly. "Or is that the famous cold shower I've heard about?"

That got a snort of laughter from her companion. "Nah, bit too late fer that, love." He reached up to adjust the controls, then held his hand out to her in invitation. "C'mon back now -- I promise, you can set it how you like."

Kitty approached slowly, cautiously, stretching out her own hand to check the shower water's temperature. Smiling at the warm cascade, she let Pete pull her back in with him.

While she just basked in the welcome warmth, Wisdom started soaping her all over, making sure to get to each inch of white skin, guiding her around gently under the shower head to rinse off. He did her front first, spending a lot of time on her breasts as she pushed them forward into his hands eagerly, then squatting in the confined space to work the long trim columns of her legs -- making her giggle when he nuzzled and blew into her navel -- before straightening back up and turning her around so he could attend to her backside, which soon had her wriggling in pleasure as Pete scrubbed briskly at all those hard-to-reach places. Kitty was surprised to feel his hands in her hair a bit later, competently lathering shampoo through her thick chestnut locks. But she was even more surprised when he turned her around again and ran another handful of shampoo into the nest of hair just below her flat belly, one finger sliding inside the folds of flesh beneath to tease and tantalize her even more.

Kitty was so lost in the various sensations, she cried out in protest when Pete suddenly pulled away. Opening the eyes she'd closed to better concentrate on the feel of his hands on her body, she saw him smiling at her and holding out the bar of soap and a washcloth. "Your turn, love." She didn't need any further invitation or instruction to go over him just as thoroughly as he'd bathed her, taking full opportunity of the welcome chance to explore all of his body without rush or interruption, copying his sequence of moves as best she remembered them until she finally came around to his sex.

Washing his manhood gently, Kitty could feel it twitching under her fingers. She kept on soaping him with one hand and wielding the washcloth with the other, fascinated by the way he began to thicken and grow as she continued long past any need of hygiene. As Wisdom let out an involuntary groan, she looked up at him impishly through the shower spray. "So, does this mean what I think it does?" Her smile was smug, triumphant even.

"Magic in them fingers, there is," he leered back at her. Wisdom was a bit surprised himself to feel himself hardening again so quickly. But he had no intention of blowing it again. "Now, this time you mind yer ol' teacher, love..." He took the soap and washcloth away from her, then bent down to fasten his mouth to one breast, teasing and sucking at the erect little nipple. Kitty was so firm he didn't need to use his hand to hold the soft flesh up for his attentions. Instead, he was free to run one hand in between her legs, first to play with the bush of chestnut curls he'd just shampooed a few moments ago, then to glide deep into the tight hot channel hidden below, an entry made easy by the soap and water and by her own increasing dampness both. His other hand roved over her buttocks, alternately kneading the succulent flesh and running along the thin crack between those two small globes, the light tickling pressure bringing her hips forward onto his other hand working busily inside her.

Carefully listening to her breath getting more and more ragged as she began to moan her arousal, feeling her moving ever more frantically on his fingers within her, it wasn't too long before Wisdom straightened up and slid his hands down her back slick with soapy water until he grasped her taut little buttocks where they merged into her trim thighs. "Spread your legs," he ordered her gruffly, "an' grab hold o' me." He slid his hands down just a little further and lifted her with a grunt. Kitty wrapped her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his hips, first hanging onto him tightly for added support but then tightening her hold to hug his body even closer to hers as he easily slid himself within her well-lubricated passage, and began moving within her.

He was showing off outrageously, Pete admitted to himself. Kitty's slight figure weighed more than one would guess at a casual glance -- muscle was more massive, heavier, than fat, and Kitty was almost all solid well-trained muscle to an experienced eye or touch. But he lifted her in one smooth move, taking her in a sophisticated pose intended to show her how much variety yet remained for her to discover, even as he satisfied both their needs there under the steady cascade of warm water. Although Pete realized what he wanted from Kitty went way beyond simple sex, all he knew how to give her to show his burgeoning feelings was physical joy.

Although he wasn't handsome or rich like that wanker Braddock, or suave and romantic like that blue-furred devil Wagner, Wisdom had always gotten more than his fair share of women, primarily by paying careful attention to his partners' needs and desires. Now, as Kitty clenched her arms and legs in a deathgrip around his back as her body began spasming, and he let her shuddering climax trigger his own relief, he could only pray that would somehow prove sufficient, even as he fretted it wouldn't.

A bit wobbly himself but his arm strong and supportive around her bare shoulders above the thick plush towel he'd wrapped her in, Wisdom led her over to the bed as she struggled to catch her breath and sat her down on it. Expecting him to stay with her, vaguely wondering what he would come up with next, Kitty was surprised when he turned and moved away to bend over and rummage through the piles of clothing strewn over the floor.

Just as she was opening her mouth to ask him what he was doing, Pete straightened up again with a small mass of colorful fabric in one hand. Dropping his towel unselfconsciously, grinning at her as Kitty watched curiously, he quickly pulled on the boxer shorts he'd just grabbed. All thought of the question she'd been about to ask flew out of Kitty's mind, as she burst into delighted laughter.

"Wot?!" He might have fretted about her ridiculing him when they'd first undressed the night before, but he certainly wasn't expecting anything like that now. Pete whirled around to glare at her, but Kitty was still shaking and speechless with glee, just pointing a trembly finger at him. His flashing blue eyes followed that quivering digit, but all he saw was himself all properly tucked into his usual ratty underwear. "Wot the soddin' hell you on about, Pryde? My pants is clean -- old, mebbe, but they ain't got no flippin' holes or nothin' yet. An' they're a lot more decent than them spandex body-condoms yer lot like t' run around in."

Kitty made a truly superhuman effort to pull herself together, although Pete looking all huffy made her laugh even harder. But she finally managed to choke out, "I'm sorry, Pete, really I am. It's just -- I'm used to you looking like an old black and white movie, is all..." She couldn't continue, she just dissolved into a fresh spate of giggles.

He glanced down at his boxer shorts, soft comfortable cotton covered all over with little yellow flowers on a bright green background, faded a bit now with frequent washings, and the occasional bleaching to get the blood out. "Wot's wrong with them, then? They was on sale right cheap when I needed some friggin' pants, is all." But his mouth was quirking up in an answering smile of his own, despite his still-grumbling tone.

"Nothing's wrong with your underwear, Pete, I love them, really I do -- they're so cute, you look so cute in them..." Kitty couldn't help it. She started laughing again. "God, I'm sorry, Pete -- I'm not making fun of you, really I'm not..."

He could feel there wasn't anything malicious in her laughter, and her bubbling mirth and innocent delight were contagious. "'S all right, love. I'll wear silly pants every bleedin' day if it makes you laugh -- I love hearin' you laugh. You just swear you ain't goin' t' run tell all your mates, right? This is between us, like, right?"

As Kitty started babbling rapidly in the midst of her continued giggles, reassuring him disjointedly that she wouldn't dream of sharing anything so personal with the other inhabitants of Muir, that she would never do anything to embarrass him in front of the rest of the team she so badly wanted him to join, Wisdom finished his dressing quickly, pulling on a thin white cotton vest, also worn to semi-transparency with multiple washings, and tucking it into his pants, then donning his usual rumpled white shirt and black socks, trousers, shoes and belt.

When he turned back toward her from the dresser where he'd finished knotting one of his thin, limp black ties loosely around his neck, Kitty fell dead silent suddenly, freezing in shock as her thoughtful, kind new lover seemed to disappear, to be replaced by the arrogant, sarcastic Black Air agent who'd first been foisted on them some few weeks ago, whom she'd disliked so intensely from their first acerbic exchange about his smoking. Then she saw the hidden warmth in those piercing blue eyes as Pete winked at her, and she was welcomed to join him back inside his protective shell, from where they could face the outside world together.

Smiling back at him comfortably, Kitty asked archly, "Ok, Pete, now what? Do I get a lesson in undressing you?"

"Nah, not quite yet. Although we'll get t' that right soon," Wisdom grinned back. "I just thought it was late enough some breakfast might be in order, see? Get our strength back up fer more lessons..."

Kitty looked down at the bath-towel wrapped around her body, then glanced dubiously at Rachel's lingerie lying crumpled on the floor among Pete's things where he'd dropped the chemise and robe the night before. "Ok, so you're all ready, but I think I have a bit of a problem here..."

It was his turn to laugh, now, at the sudden entrancing vision he had of escorting her to a formal meal dressed in that towel and nothing else. "Wot I really meant, love, was I'll go scrounge us up some supplies an' we can have breakfast in bed, like, right?" He gave her that engaging grin again that melted her heart each time she saw it, a boyish, light-hearted expression that a few days ago she would have sworn could never cross that hard dour face. "See, I'm a selfish old sod, I am, love -- I ain't ready t' share you with any o' them other gits yet."

Kitty screwed up her own face, pretending to think his offer over. "Well, since otherwise I'd need to sneak back to my room and get dressed and dry my hair, and then I'd have to explain why I was so late, and the coffee and food will probably be all gone or at least stone-cold, I have to admit your idea is starting to sound better and better."

Pete leered at her, sitting in the middle of his bed wrapped in that towel and nothing else, and walked over to pull her up into his arms and kiss her quickly. "Yeah, an' then you'd just have t' come back 'ere an' get all undressed again, fer lessons, an' that'd be inefficient, see? Much better t' just lounge around 'ere an' let me spoil you some more... An', speakin' o' that, love, I can take care o' the hair fer you..."

He let the merest trickle of his mutant power flow down into his fingertips, warming them, and then raised his arms up to run his hands through her hair, combing through the wet tendrils with his hot fingers, steaming the water off, careful to shift both his hands frequently to work through all of her thick locks without lingering too long in any one spot.

It wasn't a hard trick, and Kitty's appreciative reaction was more than ample reward. Wisdom had worked long and hard for many hours, for many days, for many years, to learn to fully control his powers. He could generate large indiscriminately destructive blasts, of course, although as a matter of both personality and style he usually preferred his small hot knives for precision surgical strikes -- just as he didn't really need to point his hands and fingers to direct his power but normally used them anyway, a psychological aid to improve his aim. But he could suppress all but the merest trace of power if he had to, as he did now, and so all that Kitty felt was a warm scalp massage that made her croon in pleasure as she leaned languorously against him, wrapping her arms around him in turn.

Wisdom was careful to stop as soon as her hair was just barely damp, chuckling at her wordless cry of complaint when he pulled his hands away. "Sorry, love. But I ain't takin' the slightest bleedin' risk with even one little hair on that glorious head." He gave her another quick kiss. "I'll hit the kitchen an' be back right quick. But, if you like how that felt, I got me some ideas fer us, fer later..."

Continued in Part 4 Sharing Chores