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 5 Brunch 'n Bed...

Walking down the hallway, clutching a just-started loaf of cottage bread and a half-full box of cereal in the crook of his arm, with a couple of boiled eggs and a nearly-full jar of fruit preserves stuck in one pocket, more eggs and a small bottle of milk jammed into his other pocket a pot of luke-warm coffee and a glass of orange juice in his hands, Wisdom was just about to knock on his own door when he caught a glimpse of Meggan and Brian out of the corner of his eye. Not wanting to chance Kitty being seen by them while letting him in, he managed to get the door opened by himself, miraculously without dropping anything he was carrying.

His attention still on juggling the loot from his kitchen raid, Pete slipped through the open door, quickly, and paused to push it shut with his foot, heaving a sigh of relief when he heard the lock click. Then he turned and froze, a chagrined wince and a gloating smirk warring on his thin, expressive face.

The ever-vigilant, observant part of his well-trained spy's mind had automatically scanned the entire room and immediately registered the neat piles of trash, clothes and kitchenware -- after all, they were a bit hard to miss. But most of his attention was riveted on Kitty. She was busily occupied in remaking his bed, straightening the sheets and plumping up the pillows.

Wisdom had been congratulating himself just a short time ago, about changing Kitty's early morning routine so easily, first getting her to sleep in -- well, actually, lie in -- late, then introducing her to the advantages of communal showering, now getting her to snack in their room, apart from the others. He'd worried a bit about her future tolerance of his smoking, but now he had the horrible, sinking realization that Kitty wasn't going to be the only one needing to change her ways, and that his cigarettes might not be the only habit of his that was in imminent danger. Well, he didn't intend to give in tamely without a battle, and he didn't intend Kitty to know she'd already won the war, and he did still have some potent armaments left in his arsenal.

However, any trace of resentment at her cavalier reworking of his living arrangements Pete might have felt was lost in the fleeting glimpse he'd caught of firm, bare, white buttock peeking out from under his own shirt-tails as Kitty bent over his bed to tug at some invisible wrinkle in the linen sheet, before she heard him come in and straightened up with a small startled squeak. He was oddly touched to see her wearing his old shirt and tie, although he tried to cover that sentimental weakness with a wide leer. "I like that new high-fashion outfit much better than yer spandex, love, although I got t' admit the spandex looks a soddin' sight better on' you an' the other lovelies than shrink-wrapped on th' gents."

"The uniforms are body armor -- good protection for battles," Kitty protested automatically even as her lips curved in an answering smile as her eyes watched him come up close, to deposit his kitchen-raid loot on the bedside table.

"An' mebbe if they didn't cut off all the blood flow to yer poor, shriveled, oxygen-starved brains there'd be a sight fewer battles." He winced when her smile vanished, to be replaced by a slightly stunned, hurt look at his snappish comment, and he hurriedly rushed to distract her from his thoughtless crack even as he vowed to himself to be more careful in the future to exclude her from his habitual sour sniping at anything and everything superheroic. "Some o' them X-outfits look t' me like wearin' yer underwear on th' outside o' yer clothes.

Wisdom tried to hide his satisfaction at her sudden burst of laughter -- he'd deliberately intended to plant an image in her mind of him with his green and yellow boxers over his black trousers and he'd evidently succeeded. He walked up close to her and pulled her into a tight embrace, relieved to feel Kitty hug him back as she nestled cozily in his arms with no trace of shy hesitation or irritation at his earlier jibe.

However, she pulled back slightly after a moment, and looked at him with a bit of trepidation. "I hope you don't mind, Pete -- everything was such a mess, and I was getting bored waiting for you..." Kitty relaxed when she saw him smirk at her last comment, rather than frown, and went on more confidently, "I made a list, see? It shouldn't take us long at all to get this place decent, after you go get some trash bags and we put away your clean things and you take anything needs washing down to the laundry room and haul all the dishes and glasses and knives and spoons and forks and stuff back to the kitchen, and bring back some furniture polish and a vacuum cleaner..."

In growing desperation, Wisdom silenced her by pulling her into a deep kiss. Although she hugged him tightly and her tongue came to meet his immediately, he was careful to extend his ravishing of her soft, warm mouth until he could feel her entire body melting in abandon against his. Then, confident he'd distracted her sufficiently, he released her lips with a last gentle nip and said with a strong hint of suppressed laughter, "Well, I did tell you t' do what feels natural, love -- I just didn't know soddin' housecleanin' 'd be first on yer list." He kissed her again hard, quickly, and continued in a wheedling tone, "We'll clean it all up, love, I promise, but later, ok? Let's eat, an' get to them lessons you was so eager fer before. The dust bin ain't goin' anywhere, it'll wait on us."

Kitty stared at the eclectic mix of foodstuffs he'd piled on the bedside table in some consternation. Glancing at the mountains of dirty kitchenware on his desk, she asked in a faintly apprehensive voice, "Are you sure we can't at least clean up the... table first? There isn't much room left for us to eat. You could take some of the dirty dishes out with you when you go get clean plates and stuff..." Her voice trailed away as she saw him shaking his head, grinning at her. "What?"

"I ain't goin' fer plates or nothin', Pryde, we got everythin' here already." As she just stared at him in puzzlement, he seated himself on the bed, one leg bent to lie on the mattress with just the shoe hanging over the edge, the other leg reaching down to the floor to help support his weight. His hand patted a spot just a few inches away. "C'mon, love, breakfast in bed..." Giving him a skeptical look, Kitty settled slowly onto the bed just opposite him, curling both her long, bare legs under her with casual flexibility.

Pete was enchanted by the sight of her there, wearing his old shirt belted with one of his ties and nothing else, thick chestnut hair still tousled from their earlier romp in that same bed, big brown eyes fixed on him as she absently chewed on her lower lip, trying to guess his next move. It took him a long moment to remember the food, but then he shook himself mentally and reached over to hand her the glass of juice, after he'd taken a hefty swig from it himself.

She frowned just a bit at the idea of sharing the glass, then laughed silently at herself when she recalled just how much they'd already shared that morning. She took several sips from the glass, while she watched Pete open the milk bottle with a bit of a flourish, wincing as he dropped the bottlecap on the floor. Wisdom held out the milk to her, together with the box of muesli. "This's the birdseed you usually eat, right?"

She had to giggle at the smug, self-satisfied look on his face, even as she warmed at the unintended indication of just how closely he'd been watching her for some time. "Yeah, but I usually put it in a bowl, and add the milk to it, and eat it with a spoon, while sitting in a chair, with everything on the table." Kitty glanced at the glass of juice she already held.

His grin got even more cocky. "But then we'd just have more t' clean up, right? C'mon, love, it's no big deal, just eat it out o' the box, an' drink out o' th' bottle, an' mix 'em in your mouth, just like in a bowl..." Wisdom chuckled at the dubious look on her face. "Or I could go rinse out one o' them platters an' a spoon fer you?"

"No!" His laughter grew as Kitty went on, quasi-seriously, "Pete, I saw hordes of weird alien lifeforms running amok on most of your plates. We'd have to run them through Moira's sterilizer before I'd eat off them." Realizing how neatly he'd boxed her in, she rearranged herself on the bed to sit cross-legged -- flushing in mingled embarrassment and arousal at the way Pete's eyes bulged out and his tongue unconsciously came out to lick at his lips at the sight -- and settle the cereal box and juice glass cautiously, gingerly, in her lap, propping the glass in the crook of her knee. Then Kitty pulled out a few flakes at a time, nibbling on them slowly and sipping her milk as he'd suggested, while she watched Wisdom's meal in appalled fascination.

He started with the eggs. The eggshell from the first he let drop casually, brushing shards from his lap onto the floor, then -- after noticing Kitty's disapproving glare -- the rest he collected in his palm and dumped out on the nightstand. Pete's deliberately exaggerated, long- suffering sigh was a bit hard for Kitty to take seriously, since a wry smile was tugging at the corner of his mouth at the same time. He held one out to her in invitation, and she just shook her head mutely as she watched a few drops from the runny center join the other assorted stains on his trousers. Shrugging, he popped it into his mouth, finishing it as quickly as he'd made the other three disappear, while she absently munched a few more flakes of cereal. He reached out between each egg to snag the glass from her lap and wash down each one with a large gulp of juice, grinning at her every time his fingers brushed against her leg ever so accidentally whenever he picked up or replaced the glass in her lap.

He offered her the last few swallows of the juice, thoughtfully, then stood up, suddenly, to shake the last bit of eggshell off. He walked over to the table to set down the empty glass and grab a mug off the top of one of Kitty's neat stacks. "Want some coffee, Pryde?"

"No way! Moira's coffee is bad enough, but those cups are awful. I thought about just rinsing them out, but it'll take a lot of scrubbing and scouring to clean out all that dried-on crud. And I thought you hated Moira's coffee, anyway..."

Coming back to sit down on the bed again, Wisdom chuckled cheerfully. "It's the worst soddin' rotgut I've come across in a long an' hard career in bleedin' hellholes on several friggin' continents. But, watch, love -- it's easy t' fix..." With that, Pete generated a small hot knife at the end of one finger which he carefully ran around the inside of the coffee cup, charring everything adhering to the sides and bottom into crumbly black ash. As Kitty watched in silent and baffled bemusement, he poured the cup about half full of lukewarm coffee from the pot, shot another, miniscule, hot knife into it -- which made a puff of steam gust up from the suddenly boiling contents -- then reached over to grab the half-full bottle of Scotch on the bedside table and pour a generous slug into the coffee. He took an appreciative sip out of the mug, then held it out to her, laughing at her recoil. "See, the whisky'll kill whatever it is that Scots harridan sneaks into 'er witch's brew, an' kill th' taste too..."

Alternating between taking small sips of milk and nibbling on cereal flakes, Kitty watched Wisdom set the coffee cup down in easy reach, then reach over and pick up the loaf of bread in his left hand right after he settled the jam jar in the crook of his knee. Then she forgot all about her own meal as she saw him stick his fingers into the preserves, smear a generous dollop of sticky red goo on the end of the cottage loaf, then tear off a large bite of bread and jam with a flash of strong white teeth, happily licking his fingers after swallowing each bite and chasing it down with a gulp of doctored coffee, and then repeating the whole procedure. He'd demolished a substantial portion of the loaf that way before she managed to say, weakly, "Pete, that's truly disgusting."

"Nah, it's good." Pete deliberately kept an innocent expression on his face, just as he deliberately misinterpreted her comment, although the twinkle in his blue eyes gave him away. "Yer just pickin' at yer muesli, Pryde. You'll waste away t' naught if you don't eat more, love, with all this exercise we're havin' us." He'd timed it so that he'd just stuck a few fingers back deep into the near-empty jam jar, trying to get out the last of the preserves, and now he extended those fruit-smeared fingers to her. "Want some? C'mon, it's good," he wheedled, "it's raspberry..."

Although Kitty had every intention of refusing, she instead found herself leaning forward to lick at the thick red syrup on his outstretched hand. The strong sweet taste of the preserves mingled erotically with the faint salty tang of his skin. She could hear Wisdom's breathing getting noticeably more ragged with every delicate rasp of her small pink tongue gliding over his fingers. Revelling in her obvious effect on him, Kitty let instinct guide her. She thrilled inside at Pete's almost inaudible moan when she leaned forward further to take his fingertips into her warm mouth, sucking at them softly before releasing them with a final gentle nip from small white teeth.

His intense gaze never leaving her faintly flushed face, Wisdom quickly slipped a finger back inside the jar of preserves and held it out to her again, without a word. But this time, as Kitty leaned forward to lick at the proferred jam, he jerked his hand slightly at the last second, smearing a bit of thick red paste across her parted lips. "You got some on yer mouth, love," he growled huskily, as he leaned in toward her in turn, and his tongue came out to lick away all traces of jam on her lips, right before his mouth covered hers completely.

Continued in Part 6 First Day at School