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 8 Getting Serious

It was the second time that day Kitty awoke to the warmth of a man's breath tickling her neck, the warmth of a man's body wrapped around her. But she didn't jerk away in panic this time, she just wriggled closer, to press even more tightly against her new lover, remembering her earlier thought that making love with Pete was wonderful but snuggling with him like this was also pure heaven in its own way.

Before she could figure out if he was still asleep, before she could say anything, a low husky voice that sent delightful shivers racing along her spine murmured, "hullo, love." And then his mouth came down to cover hers in a kiss that went on, and on, and on. One hard, wiry arm remained wrapped around her bare back, hugging her close, while his other hand slid around to her breast, cupping it, kneading it gently, hearing Kitty moan softly as his fingers tweaked the nipple expertly into a hardened point. Remembering her lessons, she slid her own hand down to grasp his manhood, holding him, stroking him, feeling the soft, hot flesh swell and harden in her grip. After a long while, he released her mouth a bit reluctantly and, twisting around awkwardly so her hand could still reach and hold him, he kissed his way down her neck and throat until his mouth replaced his hand on her breast, while his hand slid down to delve between her legs.

It didn't take much of all this for Kitty to start panting and writhing against him in reawakened need, just as it didn't take much of Kitty's handling, inexpert though it still was, for Wisdom to be ready. He threw the covers back suddenly, grasped her around her slender waist, and rolled, lifting her astride his stomach, where she could feel his hardness against her buttocks. As she braced her arms against his chest, gazing down at him in wide-eyed surprise at that move, he raised his hands to play with her breasts hanging temptingly just above him, then reached out to push up and back on her hips lightly. "C'mon, love, down on me. You run the show, go as fast or slow as you want..."

Kitty shifted in response to his hands guiding her, and Pete gently positioned her so that his stiffened shaft was nudging at her entrance. He slipped a finger inbetween her lower lips again, rubbing at the little nubbin of flesh within, and she instinctively spread her legs wider and bore down onto his erection slowly when Pete wrabbed his other arm around her waist and tugged her gently downward while thrusting up a little with his hips. Pete groaned in relief as her hot tightness enveloped him, then set a slow, rhythmic, rocking motion which she soon picked up. But Kitty soon wanted more, and began moving around herself, leaning forward then back, shifting around to sample the slightly different sensations created in response. Wisdom could tell when she found her own ideal angle from her loud gasp of delight, and she immediately began pumping her hips on his shaft faster and faster, adding a little sideways shimmy that drew loud groans from him as he thrust his own hips upwards more strongly in turn to meet her downward plunges, until he came into her just as she climaxed yet again with a shuddering cry.

Pete pulled her down into his arms then and held her close, kissing and stroking her as she fought to catch her breath. Kitty cuddled into him, kissing him in turn as she murmured softly, "Hi yourself, love."

Kitty hadn't spent an entire day in bed before since back in early childhood, except when she'd been ill or injured, of course -- or when she and Illyana had decided it was a good day to goof off, and had managed to get away with it. But other than those few rare exceptions, ever since joining the X-Men she'd sternly disciplined herself to a rigorous personal routine of physical training, combining martial arts and dance workouts, and work-study ensuring that she remained current on all state-of-the-art research in the hard sciences while maintaining and improving her teams' technical infrastructure, first the X-Men's advanced technology purloined by the Professor from various secret government sources, then Magneto's confiscated and donated systems, and finally the alien Shi'ar technology. She was feeling definitely disoriented today -- for more than one reason, of course.

Her new lover, on the other hand, seemed to have no qualms whatsoever about staying in bed indefinitely -- possibly due to his agent's irregular lifestyle, needing to take advantage of whatever downtime came along, she decided, unwilling to simply dismiss him as a 'lazy bum' as she would have just a few days ago. Whatever the reason, Kitty didn't know how long they might have stayed just snuggling before making love again -- if Wisdom's stomach hadn't suddenly let out a most unromantic, loud rumble.

He dropped a quick kiss on her nose at her giggle, and rolled off of the bed. Grabbing his clothes from the floor, he leered down at her as he got dressed. "Time fer another supply run, get me strength back up."

Her earlier shyness at his admiring gaze long gone, Kitty sat up to better study the view in her turn, her big brown eyes avidly tracking his every move. Reaching down to snag the wrinkled white shirt that she'd confiscated for herself earlier, she noticed the bedside clock. "Pete, it's almost suppertime! Everybody will be in the kitchen eating."

"Even better." He stretched out a hand to her. "Let's go get you decent, Pryde, an' we can make our grand entrance t'gether. Or," Wisdom smirked, "mebbe you can just wear me ol' shirt. Looks better 'n bleedin' spandex on you, t' my mind, an' saves us a soddin' lot of explainin'."

Kitty flinched back before she could stop herself, then cringed as the proud grin on that thin, expressive face vanished, to be replaced by Pete's habitual cynical sneer. "You are sorry fer this -- yer ashamed t' admit to yer posh bloody mates that you've been with the likes o' me."

"No!" She scrambled after him as he turned away, grabbing his arm and clinging tightly, babbling, "It's not you -- please believe me, Pete, I'm not ashamed of being with you. Everything's been so wonderful so far, how could I be sorry for any of this? But Kurt, see, he's like my oldest friend, like my big brother -- and Amanda's here too, she came in while we were away -- I just *know* they're going to think I'm just desperately grabbing at the first man to act interested in me, and it's not like that, really it isn't, but that's what they're going to think..." Wisdom could have shaken her off but he didn't, he simply stood there, listening, as Kitty went on, "...and Rahne's here too, now, she's gonna think the same, except she'd going to give us her patented hell and brimstone lecture for lechery and fornication, and Brian's just such a jerk sometimes no matter how hard Meggan tries to make him behave, and they're all just going to ruin everything and today's been so perfect so far and I ruined it myself but I never meant I was ashamed of you, it's me that's the problem--"

Trying to make sense of the stuttering rush of words, more puzzled than angry now, Pete finally interrupted her, "Yer worried 'cos this were yer first? An' all them others ain't goin' t' approve? Bloody hell, Kit, it ain't their soddin' business! An' it ain't exactly cradle-snatchin' -- you're more 'n old enough t' pick an' choose for yerself..."

Once he'd stopped walking away and was listening to her, Kitty had let go of his arm, moving around in front of him where she could see his face better. "Look, you have to understand..." She looked almost afraid of what she was about to say and Pete reached out to her automatically, to hug her, reassure her. But Kitty shook her head, her hand coming up to hold him off. "See, there was Peter... I had a crush on him, he was one of the X-Men when I first joined, when I was 13 1/2, and I chased him like a little brat, we even went out a few times, but he treated me a lot like his little sister. And then he fell in love, real love, he told me, and he dumped me when I was 14. There was Doug back then, too... he was one of my two best friends and we hacked computers together and conquered all the video arcade games together but we never... you know... got romantic..."

"Look, Pryde, you don't have to tell me any of this--" Wisdom hated the tight, drawn look on her face, the pain in those glorious eyes.

"Yes, I do. You have to know, you have to understand, please, Pete?" Kitty had her arms wrapped around herself now, hugging herself, her eyes begging him to agree a hundred time more effectively than any words could.

"Right then, love. Go ahead, I'm listenin'." He moved back toward the bed and poured himself a drink, lifting the bottle toward her in an unspoken offer which she shook her head at, as she began pacing the room.

"We were just friends, really, Doug and me -- best friends, but just friends. He really liked Amara, see, she was this beautiful blonde kid in the New Mutants -- I used to call her a dimbulb, but that's not fair -- she wasn't, not really," but there was still more than a hint of rancour in Kitty's low voice, "and Doug never seemed to care she couldn't tell a computer chip from a potato chip. And he really liked Betsy, too, she was... is... gorgeous too, and she's older and all sophisticated -- and he liked Rahne, she's sweet and shy and he loved taking care of her..." Kitty realized she was rambling, but she couldn't seem to stop. "And then there was Alistaire..."

"You mean you an' that stuffed wanker Stuart--?!" The Black Air files confiscated from WHO had shown them working together frequently, but Wisdom couldn't imagine his wonderful, gorgeous, brilliant Kitty settling for that stereotypical nerd, no matter his much-vaulted intellect.

Kitty had to laugh at his incredulous expression, but it was a bitter laugh, without any humor in it. "No, see, we never went out or anything. Nothing ever happened. It's just I had a major crush on him too -- and he never even noticed. I was just a nice handy lab assistant. It was always Rachel he was interested in, and he never led me on or gave me any false hope, really, it was just me being stupid. So I just kinda gave up, I figured there had to be something wrong with me... and now there's you..."

The stunned, wondering, afraid-to-believe-it tone in her voice just tore at his heart. Pete did reach out to pull her close then, and held her trembling body tightly, understanding her fears a bit more. She was so small in his arms, so tiny... he'd admired her strength for so long, ever since they'd met, really, but he'd never realized how fragile she was also, inside, underneath -- in the midst of -- all that strength. He was sure there had to be a lot more than Kitty was telling him now -- not more boyfriends but more feelings, more insecurities and self-doubts, that he'd have to find and work on curing -- but they had time, and she'd had more than enough of an emotional roller-coaster for one day. "All that's wrong is that my fellow soddin' Brits 'ere ain't no swifter than the damnfool Americans, if you didn't have whole hordes pantin' after you on both sides o' the bleedin' pond... I can't make you older, Pryde, but yer already beautiful..." Wisdom hugged her even closer, kissing the top of her head. "Yer gorgeous an' sophisticated an' sweet an' shy an' sexy as all bloody hell an' we'll do wotever you want -- you tell yer friends wotever you want, whenever you want -- wotever works fer you, love, ok?"

Kitty burrowed even closer against him, and he felt her face nodding against his chest. Pete waited, one thin wiry arm holding her snugly, the other hand stroking her tousled hair lightly, until she slowly relaxed her deathgrip on him, then asked quietly, "So, wot do we do now?"

Pulling back just enough to lift her head to look directly at him, she took a deep breath. "First, you have to believe me, Pete, please -- I am *not* ashamed of being with you. Ok?" At his calm nod, she relaxed a little more, and went on, "We go get supper. You play lookout for me first while I sneak back to my room, then you go ahead while I shower and change, and I'll come along right behind you. We eat, we talk to the others, whatever -- then we meet back up for the rest of the evening... and the night." Her brown eyes were enormous staring at him, shining with unshed tears, not yet sure she'd convinced him it wasn't anything in *him* that made her want a bit more private time to themselves.

Kitty didn't relax completely or smile until Wisdom gave her another quick kiss, followed by his best slow, sexy leer. "Yer place or mine?"

Continued in Part 9 Food for Thought...