Author: Alex Cartwright <alexl_cartwright@yahoo.com>

Pairing: Kitty/Rachel

Rating: R

Notes: I never really thought much of this pairing, but as I wrote this piece, it started to make sense. Here, I wanted to explore the vulnerability Rachel might have experienced immediately after what happened to her, and Kitty's response. ** indicates telepathic speech.

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"Here we go. Keep holding my hand."

"I haven't let go since I came back. Listen, sorry you're missing out on partying with the others."

"Ray, you don't have to say anything."

"But I do, Pryde."

"No, you don't. I would do it again. It was worth it to bring you back."

Rachel managed a shaky smile as she raised her face to peer up at Kitty. "I know," she said softly.

Kitty smiled back, squeezing her hand. Her cat-like brown eyes then became concerned when she noticed her best friend shivering. Rachel was clad in nothing but the black, leather jacket Kitty had lent her. Even though they were now inside Rogue's beach house, a cool, evening breeze streamed in through open windows.

She wrapped a protective arm around Rachel, drawing her close to share the warmth from her body. "Let's get you to our room," she whispered, coaxing the other girl to continue walking. "It's not far, I promise. Really, it's just at the end of the hall."

Rachel's brows furrowed together. She was still rather disoriented from her ordeal. "Our room?" she inquired.

"Yes, our room. Did you think we were going to make you sleep in the kitchen or something?" Kitty tried to sound light in order to bring some levity to the situation. Given what the young telepath had experienced, it was necessary to make her feel safe and secure and to reassure her that she was no longer in the shadows.

The redhead shook her head. "No, I suppose not. It's just that... How did you know? I mean before you freed me..." Her voice trailed off, reflecting her mental and physical exhaustion.

"I just knew," Kitty replied, gently guiding her friend down the hallway. She shrugged because she was unsure herself as to how to answer the question. Tonight's events were a mind-blowing blur to her—challenging Bogan, vindicating Sage, and ultimately finding Rachel. Even now, several hours removed, she continued to struggle to make sense of it all. "I don't know, but I just knew it was you and that we were going to get you out. It's hard to explain."

Rachel nodded in understanding. She, too, was reeling from what transpired. This was despite the fact that she played a major role as Bogan's pet telepath. Lapsing into silence, she held Kitty's hand as they phased through the bedroom door.

Kitty flicked on the lights. She was immediately struck by the warmth that emanated from the space, evoked by the décor. In the corner of the room was a large, neoclassical wardrobe. Its ebony stain gleamed, focusing one's attention on the handcrafted detailing-- -the mortoise-and-tenon joinery, and the dovetailed, aromatic cedar drawers. There were two queen-sized beds with Victorian-inspired, steel bed frames with knob feet and ornamental joints placed side-by- side. Both were dressed in cotton floral bedding with sage-colored flowers and accompanying duvets and shams. They were also accompanied by warm, white quilts with bold, geometric patterns tempered by soft colors.

"Rogue really knows how to make people feel at home," she murmured, yearning to sink into one of the beds in the quest for peaceful slumber. Still holding Rachel close, she realized that her own needs would have to wait. Turning to her friend, she began to lead her to one of the beds. "Let's get you tucked in. It's been a long night."

Rachel shook her head. "I want to take a bath first," she said, her face drawn in a determined expression. She bit her lower lip before continuing to speak. "I need to. Please."

Kitty was suddenly overcome by the vulnerability in her friend's voice. Inwardly, she cursed Bogan's name and swore she would make him pay for hurting her Ray. Possible scenarios raced through her mind. Some of them prompted her to clench her jaw in anger. However, her rage dissipated when she felt Rachel tugging on her arm.

Seeing that there was a private bathroom located on the other side of the room, she nodded. "OK, Red," she said, forcing a bright smile. "How about you wait while I get the water running?"

"Sounds like a plan." The redhead agreed, still clutching the leather jacket around her body. Still weakened by her experience, she was not up to using her telekinesis to drawing a bath. Her friend's help was most welcomed. When they were at the doorway, she spoke up again. "Hey, Kitty?"

"Yeah?"

"He didn't... You know."

Kitty exhaled slightly, relieved that her worst fears were not true. Finally, she said, "I'm glad."

Both were almost blinded by the brightness of the lemon-colored walls and the white trim and matching hardwood floor. At the far end of the bathroom was a gleaming, porcelain pedestal tub on cast iron. The fittings were made from fine solid brass with porcelain accents. The vintage bathtub was modernized with a chrome overhead shower converter.

After easing Rachel on a nearby dressing stool, Kitty sauntered towards the tub, pushing back the white Oxford, nylon curtain to turn on the faucet. She added a capful of jasmine-scented bubble bath into the warm water. There was so much she wanted to say, but found herself at a loss as far as verbalizing her thoughts. Part of it could be blamed on weariness from battling a mutant predator, but most of this inability came down to the surrealness of the situation. After all these years, believing that Rachel had gone off, here she was, back in her life under circumstances that were still mysterious to even the telepath. Deep down, Kitty wondered if she could have done anything to prevent her friend's pain. Perhaps if she had not been so involved in pursuing her studies and made more of an effort to keep up with Rachel, then would things be different?

"No," Rachel suddenly said, responding to the guilt-laden ruminations of the other woman. Her voice softened when she saw Kitty jump slightly. "I don't think there was anything anyone could have done. You saw how powerful Bogan was."

Kitty sighed, turning around to face her while keeping one eye on the tub. "I know. It's just that I can't help it. I feel like I should have been there for you, Ray."

"You're here now," Rachel pointed out. She managed a small smile.

Kitty nodded, golden-brown hair rippling down her sinewy shoulders. "Yeah, I am," she replied. When she saw that the tub was full, she turned off the water and moved towards Rachel. "Let's get you in. Do you need my help, or are you okay enough to hop in by yourself?"

Rachel attempted to pull herself to her feet, grabbing the sink behind for support. Her gait was still rather unsteady and her head was spinning. Being Bogan's pet telepath left her weakened and drained, both mentally and physically. As much as she hated to rely on her friend anymore, she was forced to do so now. "Looks like I'll take you up on that offer."

"No problem," Kitty said reassuringly, wrapping an arm around the other woman's waist.

Rachel flashed her friend a grateful look. Before they ventured any further, she slipped off the leather jacket she had been using as a makeshift toga of sorts and placed it carefully on the dressing stool. Nude, she leaned against Kitty and the two of them made their way to the tub.

Kitty's cat-like brown eyes widened slightly. She found herself studying the other woman's hourglass figure—flaring hips, flat stomach, and round, full breasts with coffee-colored nipples. Beautiful was the only word that reverberated through her head. It was as if she were admiring a piece of art that was to be treasured and worshipped for all its loveliness. For a moment, she could not breathe as she was overcome with what met her gaze.

Yet, she managed to compose herself quickly in the hopes that Rachel did not take notice of her awe. "I'll help you in," she said, her voice suddenly thick to her own ears. Biting on her lower lip, she placed a steadying hand on her hip.

"Okay." Rachel tried not to gasp as she gingerly placed one foot into the inviting water. The sensation of Kitty's hand on her skin made her stomach suddenly flip. It was not only reassuring, but there was something else about her touch. The sensation roused a delicious tingling that coursed throughout her entire being. She could feel her skin begin to prickle as if tiny, erotic fingers were massaging her entire body.

She tried to focus her mind on other things and not on how she could feel Kitty's breath and how it smelled like cherry lip balm. She tried not to stare at this more grown-up version of the young girl she fought alongside years ago. She tried not to think about how much she liked having Kitty's firm hand against her bare skin.

When she was settled in the fragrant bubbles, Kitty stepped back from the tub. "Listen, I'll be outside, finding something for you to wear, OK?"

Rachel jerked slightly, water splashing. "No," she protested and reached a hand out. The thought of being alone nearly overwhelmed her. It would force her to think about her ordeal, about that bastard who robbed her of months of her life. At this point, she wasn't ready to do that in isolation. "Could you stay? Please?"

Kitty nodded and put the toilet seat down, sitting down. "Of course," she said, gesturing for the redhead to sit back.

"Thanks." Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her reflection in one of the brass finishings. To her mortification, her concentration had slipped. This revealed the pattern of grotesque tattoos, reminders of her past as a hound that she fought to conceal. Regaining some of her strength, she quickly masked those wretched marks.

Kitty watched as a glowing, phoenix tattoo temporarily flashed over one of Rachel's eyes. When the marks disappeared along with the phoenix tattoo, she asked, "Better?"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Making sure you were okay seemed more important."

"Well, I guess... But you know I hate them."

"I know. I'm sorry, Red."

"They're so ugly."

"Ray..."

"Just don't look at me."

"What? Why not?"

"Because I'm ugly."

"Ray, that's not true."

"Yes, it is. These stupid marks and my hair... He took my life and my free will. I did terrible things. He made me a victim again. He made me ugly."

"Stop it. Stop saying that."

"It's the truth."

"No, it isn't!" Kitty yelled, chest heaving. She leaned over the tub and held Rachel's head in her hands. "You are the bravest, most beautiful person I know. There is nothing about you that is ugly or weak. It doesn't matter if your hair is long or short. Even when those tattoos are on your face, you're still this gorgeous creature.

"Of all the people in this world, nobody has overcome the kind of hell the way you have," she continued, her voice lowered now to a whisper. "Your spirit, your strength... It makes me wonder what I did to be lucky enough to know you. Do you hear me, Rachel Summers? You are all those things."

Rachel stared up at Kitty's face. The other woman's cat-like brown eyes flashed with intensity. The nostrils to her slightly upturned nose were flaring, taking in and exhaling breath deeply. Her heart- shaped mouth was drawn into a taut line, adding to the poignancy of her words. In response, Rachel could feel herself tremble. Not that she was scared or anything. Rather, she was surprised. Never had she seen such a passionate demonstration from the usually level- headed Kitty.

However, her astonishment gave way to something else. As she gazed into Kitty's eyes, Rachel could not help but be touched by what her friend said. There was kindness, reassurance, and safety in her words. They acted to envelope her, shielding her from any additional harm the outside world might pose. The content and the way these sentiments were expressed stirred other feelings inside the young telepath, which were much more charged than those associated with friendship.

Blinking, Rachel could feel her heart beat wildly. As much as she was tempted to delve into her friend's mind to discern her feelings, the redhead restrained herself. Quietly, she asked, "You really see that in me?"

Kitty's fingers stroked the young woman's shorn, red hair and her ears tenderly. "Yes, I do." From the way she sounded, it appeared her outburst deeply affected her as well. It had been quite some time since she had been so open and honest. Normally, she allowed logic and rational thought to guide her in life. To her, what just transpired reflected an impulsive side never known to her before.

As she gazed into Rachel's deep green eyes, Kitty found herself hypnotized. Considerations that would have not crossed her mind did at this moment. Being the telepath's closest friend, she knew she had to be the rock, continuing to support and be there for Rachel in her time of need. Yet, she wanted more. Thoughts turned to tracing the outline of Rachel's full mouth, touching her skin again, and holding her body close again.

She drew back, face clouding with guilt. The last thing in the world her friend needed was to have Kitty lusting after her. Even more unsettling was the fact that her arousal had been stirred by another woman. Granted, it had been awhile since she was involved in a relationship, and throughout some of these affairs, she felt there was something missing. But in the end, she had always considered herself heterosexual.

Clearing her throat, she apologized. "Sorry about getting all scary intense like that, Red."

Disappointed that Kitty had pulled away, Rachel nodded and pretended to echo her sentiment. "That's okay," she said, swallowing hard. She forced a laugh, which sounded abrasive to her own ears. In an attempt to change the subject, she said, "So, this getup you've got on... Is this the new Kitty Pryde?"

Kitty gave her a quizzical look and peered down at her outfit. She was wearing a black halter top that showed off her washboard stomach, revealing her belly button ring. This top was put together with fingerless, black opera gloves, form-fitting, black leather pants with holes on the sides, reminiscent of chaps. Completing the look were a pair of black, combat boots.

Turning back to Rachel, she smiled sheepishly. "It's my bartender gear," she explained.

Rachel feigned mock surprise. "You're a bartender?" Then she giggled, not quite believing. "OK, don't keep me waiting. Spill the details."

The two friends played catch-up, informing each other as to what was going on in their respective lives. There were elements of sadness and tragedy, particularly on Kitty's end having lost her father, and her good friend, Piotr. Both losses were things the young woman was struggling to come to terms with. This was balanced out by her new life away from the X-Men, one that she found more exciting. She talked at length about her interest in her studies and the interesting nights tending bar in a downtown dive. Her eyes twinkled as she recalled the first bar fight she witnessed.

Meanwhile, Rachel disclosed what she had been doing prior to being kidnapped. It turned out that the young telepath had enrolled in school herself, majoring in education policy. Missing England quite dearly, she briefly considered applying for a Rhodes scholarship. When asked about why she decided not to let anyone know she was back, she replied that she wanted to know what it was like to be normal, to blend in, and to experience the mundane-ness that she associated with human existence.

In spite of the time spent away from one another, both women agreed that being together again was certainly a good thing. As Kitty assisted Rachel out of the tub, she suggested that the following day be spent on shopping and scoping the trendy hangouts in town. Toweling herself dry, Rachel agreed, stressing the need for her own clothes.

"Speaking of which, let me pull something out of my duffel bag," Kitty said, sauntering into the bedroom. She pulled off her boots and socks.

Rachel followed her, wrapping a red towel around her curves. "No, you don't have to," she protested as Kitty unzipped the bag and proceeded to sort through the clothes. "You've already done a lot."

"Don't be silly. They're just clothes, albeit a little worn out in places." Kitty chided gently, unfolding a white tank top and a pair of gray gym shorts. She turned around and held them up for Rachel's approval. "Madam?"

The redhead's forehead wrinkled slightly as she stared at the bed. Slowly, the covers pulled back. "I can't," she insisted, shaking her head.

"Too bad." Kitty tossed the clothes at Rachel's chest before grabbing a University of Chicago T-shirt and heading to the private bath. When she was at the doorway, she said, "I'll leave the door open in case you need me."

Rachel smiled sheepishly. "Thanks."

"Da nada." With the door ajar, Kitty began to pull off her gloves. Then she gathered her long, golden-brown tresses in one hand while untying her halter top with the others.

Rachel slipped out of the towel, allowing it drop to the floor. As she pulled on the tank top, her head turned briefly. Peering over her shoulder, she noticed that Kitty was undressing as well. Her gaze lingered as the other woman yanked her halter top over her head before shrugging out of her leather pants, leaving her clad in a pair of black, G-string panties. Rachel studied the well-toned definition of Kitty's muscles—her arms, her washboard stomach, and slim thighs and calves. Her breasts, though smaller than her own, were still lovely with light pink nipples that shone under the lights of the bathroom.

In the bathroom, Kitty was about to reach for her T-shirt she left on the bathroom counter when she became aware that she was being watched. She looked up and across the room. Her eyes locked on to Rachel, who was only wearing a tank top, and staring at her. Under normal circumstances, she would have quickly covered up. However, Kitty simply stood there, half-naked and studying the other woman's expression.

There was nothing lewd or vulgar. Instead, the emerald eyes that stared back at her were filled with wonder, as if she were looking at Kitty for the first time. Upon observing this, Kitty felt her stomach flutter inside. The way her friend was looking at her made her feel so special, so beautiful, and so loved. It had been a while since such feelings had been roused within her.

Rachel found herself equally moved by what was happening. She turned around so that she was facing Kitty, ready for the other woman to look upon her. Only wearing a tank top, she made no effort to cover her pubis. All the normal inhibitions she might have had in other situations seemed not to apply here. She allowed the other woman to look upon her belly, her bare thighs, and the flame-colored hair between her legs. For some reason, it was important for Kitty to see her.

Suddenly, the moment was shattered when they heard the front door open. Gambit's whiskey-and-cigarettes-soaked voice floated from the hallway as he sang something in French. Bishop and Rogue could be heard as well, telling him to shut up. The amused laughter of Sam, Amara, and Bobby soon followed.

Turning away, Rachel grabbed the shorts and pulled them on. Startled, Kitty blinked and then followed suit, slipping on her T- shirt. Neither said a word as they prepared for bed. As Rachel climbed into bed and burrowed underneath the blankets, Kitty brushed her teeth. Despite the silence, it was clear that both were affected by just what transpired.

Flicking off the lights in the bathroom and then in the bedroom, Kitty wandered over to where Rachel lay. Her heart settled in her chest when she saw that the telepath was drifting off to sleep. Relieved, she leaned over and kissed her forehead softly.

"Goodnight, sweet Ray."

Rachel awoke the following morning to the sounds of ocean waves crashing against the beach and the echoing cries of seagulls. It took her several seconds to remind herself she was in Rogue's beach house and not in a psychic prison imposed by Bogan. There was no reason to live in fear anymore. She was free after months of being denied free will and forced to do the bidding of a monster, hurting innocent strangers and friends she held dear.

However, the ordeal had continued to haunt her. As she dreamed, it was Bogan's voice that echoed through her mind, telling her that he had no intention of letting her go. This roused her protective instincts. There was no time to think or the chaos and confusion that had been caused by her actions. She was simply concerned with keeping her friends safe. While she was no longer a Phoenix-level telepath, her abilities were still potent enough to take everyone by surprise.

Her panic died down when Kitty intervened. The young woman wrapped her arms around Rachel to calm and soothe her like she would a frightened animal. Her voice was soft and reassuring. In the circle of Kitty's arms, everything in the world was right again. Rachel finally believed she was safe.

Rolling over to her side, she peered over at her friend, who was sleeping next to her. Kitty had decided to watch over Rachel, just to make sure that the young telepath would be able to sleep peacefully through the night. During the late hours, she dozed off, remaining in the bed with Rachel.

Not that Rachel minded. In fact, waking up to find Kitty was a welcomed and pleasant sight after a nightmarish existence as Bogan's pet telepath. Seeing her lovely, calm face eased Rachel's mind. It was like a ray of light that washed away her worries, bringing her back to the world of the living.

As she gazed upon a slumbering Kitty, Rachel was also reminded of the feelings stirred within her last night. In particular, the encounter just as both women were preparing for bed reverberated in her mind. The image of Kitty, half-naked and staring back at her, took her breath away. It was hard to fathom that the woman who stood several feet away was the young, shy girl she fought alongside years ago. This woman was self-assured, not shying away from Rachel's gaze.

The memory of her body--wiry yet womanly in the right places--was still vivid. It was seared into her brain, imprinted there forever. Rachel found herself thinking about the other woman's breasts—how they would feel in her hands, and how those delicate, pink nipples would taste in her mouth. She thought about stealing kisses from that heart-shaped mouth. Would they taste sweet? How soft would her mouth be against hers?

At first, the redhead was shocked with the nature of the thoughts that pulsed through her brain. Never had she experienced similar feelings about other women. As for men, there was Franklin. But her time with him seemed like eons ago. Since then, she remained alone, unsure if she could find happiness in a relationship. She had been through quite a lot in her young life, leaving her with deep-seeded scars. It would be unfair to ask anyone to try to understand.

However, with Kitty, things were different. She was completely aware of the darkness that clouded Rachel's life. She understood her weariness with the world. She knew about the scars.

In spite of all of this, she said Rachel was beautiful. This piece of information left Rachel stunned, but in a most delightful way. It was a powerful feeling, being accepted unconditionally. There was no need to put on an act of invincibility or to demonstrate her strength in her abilities. She could be comfortable just being herself.

Her musings were interrupted when she saw Kitty stir. The slim brunette blinked, stretching her lithe arms over her head. Upon seeing Rachel, her heart-shaped mouth formed a sleepy smile.

"Hey," she greeted, her voice husky. "How are you?"

Rachel inhaled deeply. "I'm good...now."

Kitty brushed the back of her hand along her cheek. "I'm glad. No more nightmares?"

"No," the redhead replied, placing her hand over hers. She wanted to keep it there for a little while. Then she said in soft voice, "For a moment, I thought you were a dream."

Kitty moved closer towards her. Staring deeply into Rachel's emerald depths, she declared, "I'm here. This is real. You have nothing to worry about now. You're safe."

"I know." Rachel believed every word because of the conviction that belied them.

The other woman looked relieved. She had spent most of last night, comforting and placating a still traumatized Rachel. The confusion that surrounded Ororo and Callisto's arrival late last night startled the young telepath, who appeared to not to have completely forgotten her ordeal. Using her telekinesis, she gathered everyone in an attempt to keep them safe and secure. It was all that mattered.

Even after the misunderstanding was cleared up, Rachel was still hypervigilant and refused to close her eyes. At this point, Kitty decided that creating a protected environment was the only way her friend would be able to find rest. Against the other woman's weak protestations, she climbed into bed with her, stroking her hair gently and whispering reassurances. With her quiet strength, Kitty provided the protective figure needed for Rachel to believe that she was indeed free.

As she reflected upon this, it was not friendship alone that drove her actions. Yes, the two of them were as close as they were years ago. No amount of time or manipulations by a monster was about to change anything between them. Their closeness in age, the time they spent in England with Meggan and the others, and their bond from Rachel's timeline contributed to that.

Yet, there was something else that compelled Kitty to take on this fiercely protective role. It was what made her heart beat faster every time she looked at Rachel. It was what made her skin grow warm and tingle when her friend was close by. It was what made her stomach flutter inside when their eyes locked.

More importantly, it was what made lying in bed next to Rachel without kissing her nearly impossible.

Kitty cleared her throat nervously, brushing a lock of golden-brown hair from her forehead. "So, what do you want to do today, chica?" she asked over the sounds of the tide rolling in.

Rachel watched her sit up, moving away slightly. She frowned quizzically, curious as to what could explain why Kitty was so tense. While she wanted to probe, she was not quite up to it since she exerted herself last night. Furthermore, doing so meant using her powers against someone she cared for deeply—something she swore she would never do since her days as a hound.

Finally, she spoke. "I suppose I should go shopping for clothes." Staring down sheepishly at the loaners received from Kitty, she remarked, "I can't be raiding your closet forever."

"Don't worry about it," her friend said, swinging her slim legs over the side of the bed. Then she peered over at Rachel. "I've brought enough for us to share. Besides, you look good in them. You've got curves in all the right places."

The corners of Rachel's mouth lifted in a modest smile. Memories of the other woman's eyes on her quickly flooded her brain. For some reason, the comment sparked a sense of excitement inside. The thought of Kitty appreciating her body sent her pulse racing.

"Thanks," she said, green eyes shining as they swept over Kitty. "But it's not like you've got anything to complain about."

"Oh please."

"Seriously, I'm not joking here."

"Ha ha. Enough with the comedy, Red."

"I'm not being funny here, Pryde."

"Come on. I may be grown up, but I'm always going to be that skinny kid."

"No, you're not."

"It's how I see myself."

"It's not the truth."

"Well, it's an identity I've become comfortable with. You know, being the girl with the brains, the skills, but not the one who attracts attention. Really, I'm OK with that."

"Incredible."

"What's incredible?"

"It's incredible that you don't know how amazing you are."

"What?"

"Really, I mean it."

"Ray, you don't have to..."

"I'm not." Rachel reached over and cupped her friend's cheek with a warm hand. Staring deeply into Kitty's cat-like, brown eyes, she continued. "You are so much more than that skinny kid. Right now, I'm looking at the most beautiful woman ever. I knew that as soon as you pulled me from the darkness."

Words caught in Kitty's throat. There were many times when she longed to experience the rush of feelings that threatened to overwhelm her at this moment. She was lost in the other woman's words and the way she was gazing at her. Never had she heard anything so reverent, but so sincere. She felt like the most important, most precious person in the world.

Kitty placed her hand over Rachel's, squeezing slightly. "You see that in me?" she whispered.

"I don't see it," Rachel replied softly, her eyes never leaving Kitty's face. Rational thought was replaced with the need to be earnest and candid. "Because that's what you are to me."

Suddenly, Kitty found herself trembling like a leaf in the wind. Logic was being turned inside out. She was hearing these amazing sentiments from her best friend, a woman. What was being stirred deep within her heart had never been elicited by any of the men she had been involved with. No, what was transpiring now was so much more poignant, so much deeper.

Rachel did not have to read the other woman's mind to discern what she was thinking. It was hard not to be touched by what was happening. There was so much she wanted to express, but found herself absorbed in her own emotions. Confusion competed with elation at the thought of her feelings being validated. While it was clear that they were both on the same wavelength, the situation was still new to them.

Unable and unwilling to tear her gaze from Rachel's lovely face, Kitty cleared her throat. Despite the fact that no telepathy was used, the message was received. "Let's spend the day together," she suggested in a low, thick voice that sounded foreign to her own ears. "Just you and me."

Rachel nodded in agreement, still reeling from the unspoken nature of their shared realization. "Just you and me," she repeated with growing certainty and comfort.

"Yes."

"Sounds...good."

"Good."

"Yeah."

"What do you want to do?"

"It doesn't matter."

"It doesn't matter?"

"As long as we're together, it doesn't matter what we do today."

The two of them got decided to join a late morning volleyball game with Rogue and the others. Beating the ever smug Gambit introduced some levity to Rachel's existence. Kitty was thrilled to see her friend relax and joke around. The fear that clouded the other woman's mind had faded, replaced by casual, relaxed ease. It was as if the vivacious, fun-loving redhead she had come to know years ago was slowly coming back to her.

After vanquishing the other team, Kitty suggested that they seek sustenance in town. A staunch vegetarian, her tastes were not congruent with those of notorious carnivores like Gambit and Bishop. The two of them were already cooking a pot of jambalaya downstairs. At one point, Gambit was boasting that he was using alligator sausage in his latest concoction.

Quickly, Kitty and Rachel prepared for their trek into town. As she waited for Rachel to finish showering, Kitty was getting dressed. Pulling on a navy tube top that revealed her midriff, and a pair of black jeans, the young woman completed the look with her black, combat boots. All the while, she could feel her skin tingle with excitement. Her mind was telling her that she was simply going out with a friend. Why was she getting all excited and nervous? She had gone out with other people before.

But this was special.

This was Rachel.

Exhaling, she glanced at her reflection in the floor-length mirror. Her cat-like, brown eyes twinkled and her skin was glowing. It was a long time since she could remember feeling as exhilarated as she did at this moment. Not even during her relationship with Pete, her first real boyfriend, did she ever experience this kind of anticipation.

But this was special.

This was Rachel.

Nervous hands raked through her golden-brown waves as she inspected the image that met her eyes. The face that peered back at her, wearing only mascara and lip gloss, was certainly attractive. Some would even say cute or pretty. But beautiful? It was hard to fathom that word applying to her. Scrutinizing her features, she searched to discover what Rachel insisted was there.

When she was unable to find the radiating beauty that the redhead talked about, she sighed. It's only me, she thought, shaking her head in disbelief. Just plain, old Kitty Pryde.

"That's where you're wrong," Rachel said softly, sauntering out of the bathroom and towards where Kitty was. She was already dressed in borrowed items from Kitty—low-rise, faded jeans, a green bandeau top, and a pair of brown sandals. Standing behind the other woman, she shook her head. "If you could only see what I see..."

By the time they reached town, it was late afternoon. Ever the eager shoppers, the two women browsed the window displays of various stores and at times, stopping in to go through the racks of tops, shoes, and bags. However, their consumer-ways soon gave way to the rumbling from their stomachs. Fortunately, Rachel was able to locate a vegetarian-friendly, fusion restaurant located only blocks away. There, they dined on a salad of sea vegetables, a platter of sashimi on a bed of shredded white radish, and heated sake for an early dinner.

After they settled the bill, Rachel became inspired. Linking her arms through Kitty's, the redhead led her out of the restaurant. Ignoring the other woman's questions as to where they were going, the telepath simply marched on. All that mattered was ensuring that this day still belonged to them.

They soon arrived at what appeared to be a converted cold-storage warehouse with bricked-over windows. Rachel continued to lead the way, using her telepathy to guide her. They walked through the doors, still arm in arm. Much to Kitty's surprise, the abandoned warehouse was actually a trendy jazz club. The club was a triangle in the round, where the tables revolved in concentric circles that felt like the rings of Saturn because the entire floor tilted slightly. There were pillars at each corner of the room, which were painted in black enamel. The walls, on which silver tridents were painted, were also painted in black enamel. Overhead lighting played off the walls dully, like light underwater.

Under the blue lights, clients mingled with one another. Meanwhile, the waitresses wove between tight tables to serve pepper vodka. They wore black bathing suits, silver domino masks, black sailor caps, and boots. Each of them had a trident tattoo on their left shoulder.

At the far end of the room, a band was performing on a triangular stage. An old woman in a bright red wig and a white duster sat behind a white baby grand piano. The bassist was a bald, black man in his sixties with a white moustache. He wore a red monocle and a cape imprinted with numerals. The saxophonist, a lithe man in a leather jumpsuit and a fur-lined cap with cheek flaps, launched into an extended solo. Meanwhile, the drummer was an androgynous girl in her teens with bright blue hair and wearing a pinstriped suit, who played her cymbals with expertise. The trombonist looked like a weight-lifter, and sported a steel-mesh vest. His notes punctuated the whole with sharp, discordant bursts.

There was a sense of romanticism that emanated from the club and the people inside. The ambiance was also dream-like, but not at all nightmarish. It conveyed that the possibilities were endless. Anything could happen. Simply letting go and losing oneself in what was happening all around would be quite easy.

Picking up on this, Kitty quickly realized why she was here. Her heart-shaped mouth formed a grin, lighting her face up. "This place is great, Ray."

Rachel beamed proudly. She was pleased that her friend was able to delineate as to why they were here. She was pleased that she was understood.

Because this night was special.

Because she was with Kitty.

The music, combined with the chatter of the patrons, necessitated the use of a telepathic voice for Rachel. *Do you want to get a drink at the bar?*

Kitty noticed there were a few couples swaying on the dance floor several yards away. Then she peered over at Rachel, who looked so dazzling as she stood by her side, bathed in the blue lights of the club. Shaking her head, she replied using their link established years ago. *No.*

*Then we can get a table...*

*No, I want to dance.*

Rachel's green eyes widened. Not that she felt self-conscious about the idea of dancing with Kitty. The establishment was mutant- friendly, catering to other lifestyles—at least that was she gathered from the appearance of other customers. Rather, her astonishment stemmed from the invitation itself. To her, it represented the culmination of her deepest wishes coming to fruition. It was overwhelming and thrilling all at once.

She allowed Kitty to lead her to the dance floor. Instinctively, her arms slid around Kitty's slim waist. Her nostrils were filled with the smell she always associated with her friend—cherry lip balm.

Initially, Kitty expected to feel awkward or tentative about dancing like this with another woman. She thought her own apprehension and doubts would hold her back. Yet, here she was, feeling quite settled. It was as if she had done this a multitude of times. However, as she mulled over the particularities of the situation, she soon realized the source of the ease.

Rachel.

Draping her arms around Rachel, she pulled her closer. Together, they swayed to the surreal, hypnotic melodies of the music that surrounded them. There were no words, verbal or telepathic. What was enough for them was being together and holding one another.

As the band was beginning to wrap up their set for the night, Kitty initiated conversation by checking in with the redhead. *How are you, Red?*

Hips moving against Kitty's, Rachel smiled dreamily. *Honestly, I haven't felt this right in a long time. Thanks for today.*

Kitty shook her head, golden-brown waves rippling down her toned shoulders. *No need. You deserve it. Actually, I should be thanking you.*

*For what?* Rachel's russet brows shot upwards.

*For coming back. My life... It hasn't been all that good lately. I was beginning to get bitter and cynical.* Kitty bit her lower lip, trying to mask the pain and losses she had experienced in her young life.

Rachel was not sure if she could imagine the idealistic Kitty as the grim, hard adult she said she was. *I find that hard to believe.*

*It's true,* Kitty replied, still using their telepathic link. Then she stared up at the telepath's dazzling features. *You know what?*

*Hmmm?*

*You weren't the only one who was saved that night.*

Rachel was taken aback, incredulous as to what she heard. *What do you mean?*

Staring up at her with intense, but soft eyes, Kitty smiled enigmatically. "You saved me," she said quietly.

Rachel felt her heart race wildly in her chest. Face flushed pink, she drew upon all her inner resources to articulate what she needed to know. *How did I save you?*

Tears were beginning to form at the corner of Kitty's eyes. "I didn't think I could be this happy again. Tonight, all of that changed. It's all because of you, Ray."

The redhead exhaled a shaky breath, her own eyes beginning to well up. It was so long since she heard such love and candor from someone else. For a moment, she was unsure as to how to react, how to respond. She searched her lovely Kitty's face for any cues. What met her gaze was the same affection that emanated from her confession seconds ago.

However, as their eyes locked, the affection soon gave way to something else. It burned deep from behind the velvety-brown depths of Kitty's loving gaze. There was want and passion that made Rachel quite weak in the knees, forcing her to come to a decision.

"Take me home."

The house was dark and empty, which was no surprise to either one of them. Wordlessly, they held hands as they made their way to the room they shared last night. They phased through the door, the sounds of the ocean waves streaming in from the open windows.

For what seemed like eons, the women stared deeply into one another's faces. It was as if each were attempting to imprint this moment into their memories. The intensity of the moment rendered them both so still. However, neither was scared or apprehensive.

Because this night was special.

Because they both wanted this.

Smiling, Rachel leaned towards Kitty and pressed her mouth to hers. The taste of her was sweet, like a mango in the heat of summer. Her tongue moved feverishly in her mouth. Instantly, she felt her nipples harden against the fabric of her top. Her hands wandered to Kitty's breasts to see if her nipples were also erect. When she felt that they were, her heart skipped a beat.

Moaning, Kitty explored the redhead's mouth. The sensation caused a feeling of warm surprise that rippled down to her sex, calling the bud of her clitoris forward. She thrust her pelvis against Rachel's.

The next thing she knew, they were suddenly on the bed, thanks to the redhead's telekinesis. Kitty now found herself straddling Rachel, nipping and teasing her mouth and eager to have more of this wonderful being. One of her hands began to drift downward between Rachel's legs, rubbing to the rhythm of their kissing. Already, she could feel warmth and moisture through the denim.

Though soaring in ecstasy, Rachel needed to draw back. "Have you done this before?" she asked hoarsely, kicking off her sandals.

Kitty shook her head slowly. Like her friend, she was somewhat taken aback from the change that was about to take place between them. However, this was soon washed away with her increasing desire, her need to show her how much she felt for the woman she considered her soul mate.

"No," she whispered, staring deeply into the other woman's emerald eyes.

Rachel blinked, heart racing. "Are you sure? Are you sure you want to do this?"

Kitty reached out, cupping her cheek gently. "More than anything in the world, Red. I want to with you."

Rachel smiled, radiant in the moonlight that streamed in through the windows. Sensing the unwavering, shared passion that radiated from both of them, the young telepath felt her anxieties fade into the night. Taking Kitty's hand in hers, she delicately kissed each fingertip and murmured, "I hope this isn't a dream."

"It's no dream. I'm here." Kitty grinned, resting her forehead tenderly against hers.

Growing more and more addicted with the feel of the redhead, she found herself needing to touch everywhere. Her hands were at the bandeau top Rachel was wearing, pulling it up and off of her. Then her attention went to her jeans. It was as if her fingers were not fast enough to expose more of her lover. Only when she discarded her jeans and panties on the floor, was she finally satisfied.

She sat up beside her. The memories of seeing her naked form last night did little justice to what she was gazing upon now. Her cat- like, brown eyes were greedy, drinking in Rachel's gorgeous body, silky smooth skin. She could feel herself shaking from the thought that she was lucky enough to touch such beauty.

Before she could explore this glorious terrain, she felt her arms being lifted over her head. She opened her mouth in protest, but was silenced when she saw Rachel grinning up at her. A glowing phoenix tattoo appeared over one of her eyes as she raised Kitty in the air to disrobe, unwrapping her like a present. Her green eyes flickered with hunger as they roved over her lover's compact, wiry body. It was as if every inch of Kitty was shaped and molded just for her.

"You're so beautiful," she said softly, guiding Kitty back down over her.

Tossing her golden-brown waves over a freckled shoulder, Kitty blushed. "You make me beautiful."

Not wanting another second to pass without touching Rachel, Kitty finally gave in to her temptation. She positioned herself on top of her and then lifted her chest, allowing their nipples to touch. The sensation caused her own to swell until they ached. Then she lowered herself, her hands reaching out to cup the other woman's breasts. She rolled the nipples between her fingertips until they were firm. Amazed with the pliant weight, she fastened her mouth on one. Berry ripe nipples, salty and thick. She was delicious.

Rachel cried out softly, reeling from all of it. "I want you so bad," she moaned.

Kitty shared her lover's bliss. She sighed, the nipple hardening more until it was an abrupt head against her tongue. Her breasts were feeding her hunger, pebbling and trembling beneath her tongue and teeth. Moisture welled and simmered between her legs. Her mouth was ravenous. She could love her all night, touch Rachel until their flesh rubbed away until nothing was left but nerves and sensations. All that would exist would be two raw naked beings, dripping, drenched, and fused together by desire.

Meanwhile, her gentle hands surveyed the supple curves of Rachel's body. She was gentle as if she could not comprehend the tenderness of her hands, loving the rhythm of her movements. She touched every part, each dip and rise of flesh, as if memorizing. Her fingers slip into her navel, circling the sweat-slick indentation.

"I love you," she whispered before placing her breast in her mouth, flicking her tongue over one nipple. Her other hand wandered to the redhead's crotch, rubbing slowly and separating the lips. "I love you so damn much."

*I love you, too. I've loved you for so long...* Rachel sucked in her breath sharply as she lifted Kitty's head from her breast to kiss her deeply.

*I think I've always wanted this... I've always wanted you.* Kitty positioned herself back on top of her love with her thigh between her legs. The flesh was hot against her skin. She began to slide her thigh up and down, her pace agonizingly slow. The other woman raised her hips eagerly, welcoming this sensation.

Rachel moved her hips up and down in response, her arms wrapped around Kitty. She interlaced her legs interlaced with those of the sexy woman making love to her. "Kitty, Kitty..." she moaned, skin prickling and hot from the passion that flowed through her veins.

Pushing herself up, Kitty could feel her wetness. She had no idea how erotic it was to have her name being said aloud like that. Again, she leaned in and met the other woman's mouth in a tender kiss. Her lips parted and her tongue brushed against Rachel's lips and her perfect teeth.

The redhead's hand wandered to one of Kitty's breasts, pinching her nipple and pulling it slightly. When she felt her lover arch her back and moan in her mouth, she grinned. *You like that?*

Breathing shallow in response, Kitty ran her hand down Rachel's soft stomach and then between her legs. It was soaked, dripping with her sweet juices. She felt herself quite aroused at the thought of driving this woman in her arms to the edge. *I want to love you all over, sweetheart.*

Rachel felt her lover's fingers brush against her clit, which was growing bigger and harder with each caress. "Touch me," she whispered desperately. "Touch me please."

Not wanting to keep Rachel waiting any longer, Kitty guided her fingers deep inside. "You never have to ask me twice." In response, the redhead's fingers began digging into her back. The deeper her fingers went, the harder her nails dug into her flesh. Out then in, in then out—like the waves of the ocean.

With Rachel's panting and telepathic gasps, Kitty found herself growing more and more aroused. She could feel her own clit throbbing with need. Unable and unwilling to take much more, she pulled back and lay on top of Rachel. Then she spread her legs wide, throwing one over her shoulder. The wiry young woman managed to arch her back enough so that their hot, wet clits were now touching.

As Kitty moved her hips in a circular motion, Rachel felt her clit caressing that of her lover's. The sensation stirred the tension that coiled in her belly. She felt as if she were floating, spiraling higher and higher. *You feel so good, baby.*

"Ray..." Kitty sighed, pressing her lips against the slim calf over her shoulder. Just as she felt herself climb closer to her heightening pleasure, she pulled back. There was no way she was about to allow herself to come before her sweetheart. Lowering Rachel's leg, she flashed a reassuring smile when she received a quizzical look. *It's going to get better.*

Rachel felt her skin tingle with excitement. How their lovemaking could possibly get any better? Before she could ponder this, she watched Kitty undulated over the skin of her belly. She slid her body down and stopped with her breast just over her crotch. She spread her legs wide and ran her firmed sweetness across the wet folds.

Kitty lifted herself and her nipple was soaked. The wetness mixed with the cool breeze made her nipple even harder. "Come here, baby." She went back up and placed her nipple in Rachel's mouth. "See how good you taste."

Rachel eagerly sucked and licked every drop off, evoking a groan from Kitty. *You taste even better.*

When the redhead finished suckling, Kitty slipped back down between her lover's legs to feast upon her. She took her lover's lips and clit into her mouth, sucking deep and pulling back the length of her labia. As she did, the beautiful telepath thrust her hips to match the rhythm. Picking up on Rachel's heightening feelings of pleasure, Kitty wanted to take her lover further and placed two fingers inside her.

Rachel gripped her shoulders, pulling her head close. *Oh, that's so good...*

Kitty paused in her lapping to grin. She could feel the gorgeous creature's wetness and her inner walls tightening around her fingers. Thanks to the telepathic link, she could also sense Rachel nearing the point of ecstasy so she inserted another finger. Kitty continued to pump her fingers deep while she sucked on Rachel's swollen clit.

The redhead began moving her hips in rhythm to her lovely Kitty's ministrations. Suddenly, she felt her all rational thought leave her mind. She was all floating desire and pleasure now. Her whole body shook and she screamed. "Kitty!"

Kitty's entire being was filled with euphoria as she watched her lover reach the most delicious orgasm. Her eyes glittered as Rachel glowed, bathing in the aftermath. Seeing that the other woman was spent, she tenderly kissed the inside of each thigh. Then she worked her way up, licking and sucking around her wet folds, kissing each breast before nipping at her neck, ears, and lips. Skin slick with sweat, she rolled onto her back.

Rachel snuggled in her arms, resting her head against her lover's breast and feeling quite exhausted but in a good way. *Wow... I mean, wow. For the first time, you were...Wow.*

Kitty grinned at the telepath's lack of eloquence, running her hand along her spine and caressing her back. "I had you to guide me."

Rachel moved her fingers between her breasts. *What do you say about me returning the favor?* She ran the fingertips across her nipples, delighting in the furled buds that met her touch.

Kitty's breathing grew more and more rapid. She closed her eyes, inhaling deeply. The sensation of the other woman's touch was delicious. Anticipating what promised to follow left her shaking and her skin flushed. She was also still wet from making love to her earlier.

A cry escaped her lips when she felt her lover's hands on her nipples, cupping her firm breasts. "I dreamed about you touching me like this," she murmured before Rachel began suckling on one breast and then moving to the next. Her teeth began to bite at her nipple. Then the redhead moved her mouth lower, licking her stomach.

Suddenly, she felt Rachel's fingers trace the hairline of her crotch, moving closer and closer to her hot clit. *I want to love all of you.* Again, the redhead kissed her breasts, suckling on one nipple before moving on to the other.

Then her mouth made a slow, tortuous path down Kitty's flat, washboard stomach and stopping at her inner thigh. Her eyes were riveted by the wonder before her: the amber forest and cerise folds glistening with invitation. She rubbed Kitty's clit, causing the little bud to harden even more.

Kitty moaned. Rachel's tongue was so near, her breath hot and agonizing on her clit. "Yes..."

Rachel smiled up at her and gently guided her fingers inside. *You feel so good, sweetheart.*

Kitty was about to respond telepathically, but gasped when she felt Rachel's tongue brush across her clit. She whimpered in disappointed as her lover proceeded to make her wait. Again, her tongue was on her inner thigh, licking, sucking, and teasingly close to her wanting center.

The anticipation was driving her crazy with desire. She needed to feel her tender, sweet tongue on her clit. She placed her hand on Rachel's shoulder. *Baby, please...*

Rachel sat up, taking Kitty's hand and placed it on her clit. "I want to watch you," she whispered. Then she entered her fingers inside. Placing her other hand over that of the writhing woman underneath her, she guided her to stroke her clit.

Kitty could feel the heat and wetness. The small bud was engorged as she rubbed it faster. Meanwhile, Rachel's fingers felt so good deep inside. Kitty moaned as she watched the redhead settle between her thighs. With Rachel's breath on her clit and her fingers inside, it took everything for Kitty to keep from climaxing at that moment.

The orgasm was building faster as Kitty pressed harder against her clit. With the mind link between them, Rachel could feel the build- up as well. Delighted that she was pleasing her lovely Kitty, she thrust her fingers deeper inside.

Suddenly, Kitty felt a wave of complete release and her head tilted back farther. She could feel her inner walls grip the other woman's fingers as they slid in and out. The force of her passion climbed higher and higher, her body bracing itself for the explosive orgasm she was about to have. All she could think about Rachel's skillful fingers and how much she loved her at this moment.

*I love you, too.* Rachel breathed warm air on Kitty's clit and grinned when she heard her moan. She kissed and licked Kitty's fingers as she continued to masturbate. Her tongue spread her plump lips, lapping hard over the tight knot of her clit. *Oh, baby, you taste like honey. So sweet, so good...*

Kitty felt her body explode when she felt Rachel's tongue and lips on her clit. Sensations zapped every nerve in her body. For a moment, she could not breathe. Sounds escaped from her mouth she never knew she could make. Her wiry limbs shook violently as the orgasm claimed every fiber of her being. She was soaring, high in the air, and all because of this amazing woman.

Rachel lapped her up, sucking her sweet come, and kissing her on the lips. When she saw Kitty trembling in the aftermath of her orgasm, she cradled her love in her arms. Pressing her mouth against Kitty's forehead, she brushed tendrils of hair from her sweaty cheeks. As she held the other woman close to her, the sounds of their hearts beating in synchrony filled the room. All she knew now was that there no other place she wanted to be than right here.

It was Kitty who broke the silence. She peered up at the redhead, who seemed glowing in the aftermath of their passionate lovemaking. "Hey," she said softly, heart-shaped mouth forming a tender smile.

"Hey." Rachel exhaled shakily, green eyes twinkling.

Kitty placed a light kiss on her mouth. "How are you?"

The redhead stroked the other woman's thick, golden-brown waves. "I'm wonderful," she breathed and stared into Kitty's radiant face. "I'm home."

~End~