Title: And then...

Fandom: X-men

Pairing: Pryde/Wisdom

Genre: Smut. …And a little angst.

Rating: See above.

Summary: *shrug* You really need one? NSFN (Not safe for Nicky… lol). Set before the Breakworld fiasco. Sort of a Prequel to the club-sex fic.

Beta’d by Sniperct and Emiliamarie. Thanks a billion, guys! 

She had just come for the memorial service. She’d felt badly about leaving Pete to face it alone after their long phone conversation and had commandeered a mini-jet. She was simply going to make sure that he had endured the month since Maureen’s death without too much permanent damage. That was the only reason she was there.

Somewhere along the way, she realized as they stumbled their way into Pete’s flat joined at the lips, hips and everywhere in between that their clothing would allow, she had forgotten her purpose here.

He still tasted the same. He’d been bemoaning the loss of his precious Marlboros on the phone for ages while she patiently listened from across an ocean. She’d felt for him at being deprived of an addiction that was so integral to the man she’d known, but at the same time was secretly thrilled that he was giving up something so damaging. However, he tasted like cigarettes now, as well as the perpetual scotch, and she knew that he had, temporarily at least, lost the fight and broken down. She imagined it probably had something to do with the death of his… was she his girlfriend?

She knew, in the back of her rapidly fogging consciousness, that what she should be thinking about was probably Piotr Rasputin. Things with him had been left so open-ended and slightly depressing, which seemed to be a trend with them. But then, one of Pete’s hands found its way up underneath her dress shirt and she stopped thinking about home altogether.

He groped his way along her like she was something he had tasted once and partly forgotten, but had recently rediscovered and was now about to feast on like a starving man.

She kissed and licked her way down his jaw line and across his neck, tugging at his tie and loosening it so that she could gain access to his bare skin. He hissed as she lightly sunk her teeth into his collarbone before moving on to unbutton his shirt.

Taking pity on his shaky attempts to undo her buttons, she stepped backwards out of her clothing, dragging him with her. He grunted appreciatively and pressed her back against the wall of the living room.

Pete took a brief moment to step back and appreciate the proffered view. It had certainly taken long enough, but he finally had Pryde back where she belonged. She stared straight back at him through heavy-lidded eyes. He couldn’t look in her eyes for too long He always felt like they were looking straight through him. He dropped his mouth to her neck as his hand busied itself in removing her green bra.

He didn’t know when she started wearing lingerie like this on a regular basis. When they were together, she had generally preferred white cotton or other simple things unless she was dressing up for him.

She had told him about being back with the Russian and the idea had driven him nearly spare at the time. And now, as he worked the straps down her arms and the bra itself out of the way, and the thought of her wearing stuff like that for another man, and the bloody Russian of all people, made him attack the exposed breast with a little more intensity than he had originally intended. Fortunately for him, Pryde didn’t seem to mind.

Kitty could barely breathe. He had latched onto her right breast while busying his hand with her left. As soon as his mouth had made contact with her the sensitive skin, she had let out a moan so loud that Pete had paused in his ministrations briefly to look up at her questioningly before she threaded her fingers through his hair and dragged him back to her. She could tell that he wanted to talk, and that was not what she wanted right now. She’d been talking forever. Right now, she just wanted to feel.

Fortunately for her, Pete seemed completely willing to comply, and she moved her hands down to his shoulders once it became apparent that he didn’t need her guidance staying focused. He felt a familiar sensation and realized that she had phased his shirt and tie off as well. He kissed his way back up to her mouth and used his new leverage to guide her backwards and through the door to the bedroom.

They had always worked well together in that particular room of any house. In fact, they had always worked well in a physical sense regardless of their surroundings. This factoid of Pryde and Wisdom seemed to remain intact. They moved with one mission and made it to the bed without further incident, save minor pauses to remove more clothing, or to take advantage of a prime groping opportunity.

Once they reached the bed, they fell onto it. He fell first with an undignified huff of air, and she giggled from where she lay on top of his chest. She sat up, straddling his hips. She could feel Pete’s growing arousal behind her and shifted back slightly to maintain contact, forcing a deep groan from her captive.

Pete was being treated to a visual that he thought for sure he was never going to get to see again. Kitty Pryde was sitting on top of him, gloriously naked, and she had truly only improved in the years they’d been apart. He thought, only half joking, that he could die a happy man now. He reached up and covered her breasts with his hands and she gasped and arched her back, pressing them into his hands a little more.

After a few moments, Pete decided that he wasn’t quite ready to relinquish control yet. He shifted, and she took the hint allowing him to flip her over to lie underneath him. When they were together, he had always loved the way that she learned to relinquish control so gracefully when it came to their sex life. Knowing how dramatically she generally clung to control and power in her everyday life, he was more than happy to teach her the value of occasional surrender. Like with everything else she had encountered, Pryde was a fast study.

He began kissing his way down her stomach and when Kitty realized what he was planning, it was her turn to see something she had figured she’d never see again. Her stomach tightened as his mouth descended to the already sensitive skin of her inner thighs. His mouth moved upwards and she lost the ability to breathe, to think, possibly to function. With everything that had been going on, and the crazy amount of feelings and emotions running through her mind, it really only took what felt like a few minutes before her entire universe shattered around her. She shook, practically screaming, as she spasmed so hard that Pete was surprised he managed to stay on the bed. But, Wisdom was nothing if not determined, and he took the care he’d always taken, making sure that he kept working gently until her spasms stopped completely before crawling back up the length of her body.

“You all right, Pryde?” Pete teased, jokingly running a finger over her collarbone and trailing down to run over her breasts.

“You know I am… You smug bastard.” Kitty managed to get out before pulling his mouth to hers in a slack-jawed kiss, during which she managed to manoeuvre her way back on top.

She stared down at him, thinking that even though it’d been only a few years since they’d been together like this, he had changed dramatically. And not just because the clothing that she’d phased onto the floor earlier was dark blue, grey, and black instead of monochromic black and white. However, from the angle she was viewing him now, she didn’t really see much in the way of digression. He was a little thinner than she remembered, but there wasn’t much more physical damage. In fact, she thought to herself as she took him inside of her and his blue eyes grew wide in surprise and pleasure, that there was nothing wrong with Pete Wisdom at all. She wasn’t able to suppress the moan that left her throat and it was a few moments before she could start to move.

Pete didn’t think he’d ever felt anything so amazing as being, yet another time, surrounded by her. His hands came up to her hips automatically and then slid up her stomach to cup her breasts again. She was moving now, and the feeling was so incredible that he thought he might pass out.

Instead, he forced his eyes open to watch Kitty. He could not believe that he’d ever taken the sight of her riding him for granted, her hair hanging down her back, the curls sticking to her sweat soaked shoulders. Her breasts moving slightly under his hand with each movement she made. He knew there was absolutely no way that he was going to be able to last long under the circumstances, and so he reached down to where they were joined to manipulate that small, but effective, bundle of nerves. He desperately hoped, somewhere in the part of his mind still capable of logical, linear thought, that he might possibly be good enough to block all memory of the Russian from her mind.

Kitty, completely unaware of the thoughts going through Pete’s head, would have laughed if she’d known. She was trying to remember the last time that sex had been raw and electric. These days it seemed to be mostly about love when she sometimes just wanted sex. Pet e had always been good at being able to tell which of the two she wanted, and mere moments later, as she careened over the edge for a second time, he proved to still retain a lot of his other skills as well.

They both lay still for a minute, both of them breathing hard, while their heart rates slowed. As they calmed, they reflexively curled into each other. After a while, Kitty lifted her head from his chest and looked at the blue eyes that she’d thought she was immune to until that moment.

“You’re going back, aren’t you?” Pete’s voice was hoarse, but his tone calm as he reached for the pack of cigarettes on the nightstand. He lit one from the end of his finger and Kitty raised an eyebrow.

“I thought you quit.” She brushed her hair out of her eyes, and propped she up on an elbow to better observe him. “You were just saying that you thought the gum was working.”

“Nah,” Pete leaned against the headboard, taking Kitty with him, and took another drag. “It was too hard to keep lit.”

She snorted, the puff of air pushing lightly against his chest.

“Nice, Wisdom.” She rolled away from him slightly and onto her side, looking out the window. He followed her gaze and pulled lightly on her hair until she looked him in the eyes again.

“You didn’t answer me, Pryde. Or was that deliberate?” He flicked ash into the ashtray on the nightstand.

Kitty heaved a sigh and flopped back to look at the ceiling.

“I didn’t answer you because I… I don’t know, Pete. Things in New York are sort of messed up right now.” She pulled the sheet up under her armpits and Pete’s brain silently bemoaned the loss of scenery.

“And the Russian?” This came out a bit more quiet than his other questions. Kitty almost had to strain to hear him.

“Pete, you might want to seek counselling for this obsession you have with Piotr.” She snickered as Pete smacked her shoulder lightly. He continued to look at her steadily, indicating that he had no interest whatsoever in being deflected so easily. “No, I wish I could tell you, in all honesty. We’re on a break. I told him I needed some space.”

“Like an ocean?” Pete stubbed out his cigarette.

“Maybe. Look, I just needed to get away from there, and you needed a friend right now.”

“I really do appreciate you flying over, Pryde.” He was serious now. He brushed the back of his hand down the side of her face.

“Obviously.” Kitty quirked an eyebrow at the mattress beneath them and Pete snorted.

“Nice. I try to be sincere and you’re making insidious references.”

“Hey, what can I say? You bring out the insidious side of me, Pete.” Kitty poked him in the chest with a finger and then smiled fondly at him. “No, I don’t know. I think maybe I needed a short break from the X-men, and you needed a friend. Can’t that be all this is?”

“Pryde, at this point, I’ll take you any way I can get you.” Pete lit another cigarette, and Kitty suspected that he used it as an excuse to turn away from her.

“Good.” Kitty smiled and snuggled up to sleep. “Then get some rest, because I can’t guarantee that you won’t be receiving an early wake up call tomorrow morning.”

Pete forced a smile, and watched her fall asleep. He silently wondered if he was going to be able to pull himself back together after she walked out the door again. He decided, as he stubbed out his cigarette and closed his eyes, that the best he could do was stay true to his word and take what he could get. Maybe someday, he told himself for what felt like the thousandth time, it would be for real.