X-MEN: Kitty and Peter 1/1 [NO SEX]
By: Bill Bacon

Disclaimer:
This is a work of fan-fiction and as such is not for profit.  It
contains various characters from the X-Men comics which are copyright
Marvel comics.  This story is of my own devising, and never took place
in the marvel universe.

This story takes place back in the days when Kitty had just joined the
X-Men.

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	"Peter?"  Kitty said drying her hair with a soft, white towel.  
	She was coming from a long and relaxing shower after a hard
day, and was dressed in a terrycloth bathrobe, when she heard the
sound, which had sounded like a sob, from Colossus' room.
	"Peter?"  She repeated, pushing the door open slowly and
peering in.
	"Is something wrong?"  She asked, a concerned note now
entering her voice.
	"Peter..."  And then she saw him.  He sat on his bed with his
back to her, his strong body outlined only by the small amount of
light from the security light outside the window.
	She heard the sound again. It was most definately a sob.  His
hand went to his face.  She looked at him, so strong, yet so helpless,
the toughest of the X-Men, yet the most sensitive.
	"Katya, I-I'm f-fine," he stammered."I just need to be alone
right now."
	"You don't sound alright," she said, sitting down beside him,
and putting her arm over his strong shoulders.  Using her hand to
gently turn his face towards hers, she just caught glimpse of a tear
rolling down his cheek.
	"No, I'm alright...I'll be fine."  He said, forcing a smile,
which looked like a grimace, and most likely was.
	"No, you're not. You may be alright later, but you're not
alright now."  She said.
	He stared at her for a moment as if trying to decide whether
or not to confide in her.
	"It's my grandparents and my uncle, they're..they..they're
...dead."  He said, fighting back another round of tears, and only
partially succeeding.
	"Oh my God."  she said, taking his large hands into her small
ones.
	"They died...in a fire...on my farm.  There was nothing anyone
could do."  He said, the security light casting a sickly yellow glow
over his grief-stricken face.  "My Mother and Father had taken Illyana
for an overnight trip to the city to celebrate her birthday, and while
they were gone ,the house caught fire and burned.  They were burned
while they slept."
	At this point the floodgates opened, and he wept openly, in
huge racking sobs.  She pulled his head down to her chest and cradled
him in her arms.
	"I'm so sorry Peter."  She said, rocking him.
	"I just got the letter from my Father today."
	"Come here," she said gently pushing him down on his back.
"I'm here for as long as you need me."
	She pressed herself up against him as he lay on his back.
Laying beside him, she encircled him with her arms, and wrapped her
legs around one of his.  She felt the warmth of his body against her
legs, and the muscles moving beneath his skin.  She felt a sudden
desire for him as they lay there together, she in only a robe, and he
in only a pair of briefs.  She felt ashamed at herself for having such
feelings when he was huring, and blushed a bit.
	He held her tightly in his arms, and buried his face in her
still damp hair.  She traced a finger lightly across his smooth,
hairless chest through the hills and valleys of his muscles.

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	Kitty awoke with the sun streaming in upon her face.
Momentarily disoriented she only remembered where she was as she felt
the warmth of Colossus' arms encircling her.
	Her eyes snapped open, and she almost sat up, but then she saw
the peaceful look on his face as he slept.
	She moved to kiss his cheek.
	He stirred and half opened one eye.
	"Peter, I have to go," she said sadly.  "We don't want any
embarassing questions."
	He mumbled something in reply, and she giggled, phasing
through his arms.  She covered his body with his blanket, and left the
room through the wall.  It was better not to be seen at this time of
the morning, still dressed in a bathrobe and coming out of his room.
	She phased through Warren's room and then Logan's.  Warren was
sleeping soundly, in a tangle of red silk sheets.  Logan was clutching
a pillow, which had quite a large spot of drool on it, to his head.
He seemed to sense her passing in his sleep, and his ears seemed to
perk as a dog's do when disturbed from slumber.
	Back in her room, Kitty solidified and plopped down on her
bed.  She smiled as she thought of the childlike look of contentment
on Piotyr's face as she had left him.


				the end


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