Announcements- in which Pete and Kitty wake up on February fifteenth to find that they are engaged, and that they will have to tell their friends about it. Pt. I- Morning After by Kitty Wisdom () "Wake up, Luv... We have ta meet Meg an' Brian for brunch. They're givin' us a lift back home." "Already?" Kitty moaned, rolling over. "I was _so_ comfortable here..." "You want ta show your friends that ring on your finger, don't you?" Pete Wisdom wrapped his arms around his fiancee, pulling her into a sitting position and hoping she wouldn't notice how nervous the idea made him. "No one knows I've asked you." "All right. Let me get ready." She pushed herself reluctantly out of his embrace and headed into the bath. Pete strolled jauntily to the balcony, looking out on the city. All of London seemed to shine, to sparkle, to _radiate_ with life and joy. *All because of my Kitty...* He thought to himself. Whistling, he walked to the suitcase Meggan had packed for them and pulled out his clothes. "Can I come in?" He called, leaning on the door. "It's open," she replied. When he opened the door, Kitty was bent over the tub, running the water. Her clothes were piled on the floor nearby. Pete stalked up behind her, reaching over to pinch her lightly. "Oh! You are _so_ asking for it, Pete Wisdom!" Kitty laughed, snapping her towel at him. After a brief chase around the suite, they fell, giggling, into each other's arms. "Okay... I have to go turn the water off now." "Can I join you?" He leered down at her, dropping his own clean clothes next to hers. "I wouldn't protest.." She grinned, sliding down into the warm water. A broad, lopsided grin spreading across his face, Pete stripped out of the shorts and shirt he had thrown on earlier to get their breakfast from room service at the door (something he had done so that Kitty could stay in bed (and undressed) longer). He clambered into the tub after her, careful not to slosh too much water out. Kitty's pale, soft skin was white beneath the water, and as she leaned back in the huge marble bathtub, her breasts floated on the surface, half above and half below. Her head rested on his chest, her hair spreading into dark, wet tendrils around her shoulders. Pete cupped his hands, letting the warm water cascade over his lover's pert breasts. "Mm..." She sank a little lower. "That felt good." "I didn't do anything..." He shrugged. "I mean, 'f you thought that felt good..." He started rubbing her shoulders, his slightly calloused hands kneading her flesh. "Oh... oh, yeah..." She sat up, leaned forward. "Lower." He compliantly worked at the small of her back, his touch sending shivers up her spine. His long fingers massaged her buttocks, curving under her as she sat. He slipped one finger into her crack, glid along to stroke the length of her core. He could feel his own sex growing firmer as the blood rushed to heat his groin. Pete groaned along with her, one hand between her shoulder blades, the other between her legs. Kitty moved up off his hand, moving her legs out from between his, wrapping herself around him and lowering herself onto his erection. He kissed her breasts, slick with water, licked them, sucked at her flesh as warm water dripped off of her, from her hair and skin, onto his chest and shoulders. His tongue tantalized one swollen nipple, teased it to marble hardness, spread kisses over the soft pink that surrounded it. His right hand kneaded the other breast gently, his left caressed her milky white inner-thigh. Kitty gasped, rearing back, tightening the grip around his waist with her strong legs. Grasping the sides of the tub for support, Pete thrust upwards into her. Her lips descended upon his, her tongue probing the moist, hot caverns of his mouth the way he explored the moist, hot caverns of her nether regions. She could feel his hard manhood moving inside her, driving up into her, stimulating erogenous zones that, until Pete came along, Kitty never knew she had. A deep, guttural moan ushered forth from Pete's previously-occupied mouth. He felt the force of his orgasm escape into Kitty's waiting core. She was surprised (He was always wonderful, and yet she was always surprised. Perhaps that the sensations were never dulled from the constant use) at her own pleasure, at how strong it was, at the way the hot, tingling sensations moved throughout her body. Shuddering with the memory of pure physical ecstasy, Kitty lifted herself off of Pete's body and headed for the shower. "You wanna come actually get cleaned off?" She asked, ruffling his hair and starting the stream of water going. "Right." He pulled the plug and moved from the tub to the shower with her, where they cleaned off quickly before towelling off and dressing. To be continued in pt.II- Brunch, which will be considerably less naughty.