Dreams Nailed

By Trynia Merin

Email tryniamerin@yahoo.com
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Disclaimer: Kitty Pryde and Pete Wisdom are property of Marvel
Comics, as are all characters herein. This is not done for profit
nor to harm anyone.  It is a work of FANFICTION.  The material is
rated R for consentual M/F sex, which is somewhat graphic, I guess
you'd call it a lemon for those of you familiar with Anime ratings.
IT's my first Excalibur/Xmen fic, so be kind and read/review.  It
takes place after the Dream Nails saga, and is basically Kitty and
Pete's first time... or my interpretation thereof.
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"Dump the stuff from Sciluna," Peter had remembered saying the last
time he'd consulted his email.  Staring at the screen with a half
hearted smirk, the ex black air secret service agent stubbed out
his cigarette, almost down tot he top of the filter and reached in
his pack for another.  Any moment now he expected Moira to come in
with her usual tirade about his smoking, but Pete already had his
rehearsed speech ready.  Which basically consisted of "Sod off, you
body fascist..."

Funny, he thought as he tracked through the list of his emails on
the computer terminal.  He swung his feet to rest on the edge of
the desk and pulled the keyboard, which was infrared linked to the
terminal, (nothing but state of the art for Muir Island) and
continue to check for any complaints or possible messages that
could constitute his erstwhile employers coming after him.  While
he was glad he didn't' have to deal with the sadistic styling of
his boss Sciluna right now, he knew that revenge was a dish best
served hot or cold. Just what temperature she chose for his
break-in at Black Air would be revealed.

Already it had been a day or so since his life had been turned
upside down, and he was still feeling his way through being a
member of the team.  Checking emails was part of his lazy morning
ritual, and since the object of his affections had left him for her
morning workout, something she would NOT skip despite his
protestations, he had shuffled off, like a bear coming out of
hibernation to stare at a blank screen.

"Wot the bloody hell does it take to get a cat off 'er usual
playing?" he grumbled at the computer screen. Old habits died hard,
he told himself, for Kitty Pryde was a woman of definite habits.
Just how he could find the sparks of a relationship with a woman
who embodied the diametric opposite of everything he was escaped
him.  Maybe it was the fact that both were lonely among their
friends for close companionship between the sheets, or it was
something more.  

Whatever the case, he was looking forward to further disrupting her
usual routine, one she retreated to as many of his past girlfriends
did in an effort to sit back and reflect on their first time.  
Their first time, he chuckled to himself.  Girl turned out to have
quite a lot of passion pent up in that lithe slender form that
could worm its ways through all but the densest of molecular
structures.

He'd recalled when they blew up that black air base and he'd
suggested a partnership, turning to a life of crime.  The look of
acrid humor on that face with its hazel eyes and soft skin which
looked so much better once she'd taken that damn mask off.  Yes of
course he'd seen her in normal clothes, and the transformation had
been oh so much better.  Why the X people insisted on cladding
themselves in skintight pajamas was beyond him.  Not that he
didn't' MIND seeing Kitty's body in skin tight unstable molecules,
a skin he'd love to peel off her like peeling a grape to taste the
luscious insides.

Pete inhaled a deep drag of his Marlborough Red, and let the smoke
curl around the room in a quiet reflective arc that hung on the
atmosphere and lingered like the feelings that still tingled his
body, and moved slowly downwards to his groin.  Just convincing her
to get it off was an interesting game.  His mind diverted from the
sea of emails from his mates in other Intel, who had masked their
traces with fake names, though he knew them all by heart, back to
the Midnight Runner and their first encounter:

"Let's go back and talk about this some more," she had whispered,
her dark eyes half lidded by the flicker of her long lashes.  She
moved a control and dimmed the lights in the cabin, wisdom noted,
and slowly phased through the front seat as he struggled to squeeze
between them into the cabin's rear.  Lights from the various
instrument panels flickered artificially, far from the candlelight
of some of the places he'd taken some of his dates in strange
encounters.  

"Are we gonna just talk, or something else?" he quipped as she
extended a hand to him and he joined her in the pool of darkness.
Other padded seats on swivels were back here, reminding Pete of
those old conversion vans they sold in the seventies, with the beds
that you could fold down in the back.  He had to admit seeing Pryde
resulting to light dimming and mood setting was a nice change. The
Cat was trying to play with her prey before gobbling it down, and
Pete was enjoying the chase.

"Up to you, I guess, mate," she chuckled, imitating his accent, and
it was jarring to his ears.

"Oi, watch it, luv," he said playfully, drawing off his long black
coat, which was riddled through with bullet holes.  Figured. He'd
have to go find the nearest gents store and get another, because he
doubted any tailor in their right mind would even attempt to fix
that mess.

"I'm goin' to have to teach you the queens English I think, if you
keep butchering the language, darlin," he joked.  

"Says you," she chuckled, realizing Pete was sensing her
nervousness.  God she wanted to talk to someone about what she was
about to do. This wasn't' the first time she'd followed her
hormones, and she knew what trouble THAT got her into.

Her nervousness was evident when Pete moved up behind her and slid
his arms around Kitty from behind, because she hesitated at t hat
moment with her back turned to one of the consoles.  Nestling his
chin in the groove of her shoulder he breathed into her ear and
slowly rubbed her belly through the skintight costume.  Its
thinness belied its armored capabilities, and he hoped she'd relax.
All her muscles were tense and tight t that moment when he slowly
deposited a kiss on that one ear, and brushed her hair with his
hands.  Something told him he should be a bit slower with this one,
for she hadn't had experience with a man in a while. Call it
instinct, he told himself, because while they could verbally spar,
she seemed almost reclusive. Why else would she turn out the
lights.

"Oh," Kitty moaned. Suddenly Pete found she had turned to mist in
his hands and felt the passage of something right through him, and
he was holding nothing but empty air. Behind him stood Pryde, a bit
exasperated.

"Bugger it.  I heard of girls melting in my arms, but this is
daft," he mumbled.   "You going do that every time I try to get
close, Pryde?"

"I'm sorry," she mumbled.  "It's a reflex... I wasn't expecting
you..."

"I thought you said bein an X man made ya expect the unexpected..."

"It's a reflex Wisdom, you KNOW I phase when someone tries to grab
me from behind..."

"I wasn't attacking ya, luv, I was trying to you know," he
scratched his head.  "Aww hell."

"I know," Kitty mumbled.  "We were supposed to be... talking
weren't we..."

"Uh huh," Wisdom nodded, walking towards her as she turned and
walked towards him.  The light shadowed his face, and Kitty picked
up one of those moist towelettes to dab his face.

"Shit, I forgot to clean you up. You're a filthy mess..."

"And I thought it was me bad breath," he chuckled.  "'Ere now,
leave that alone and rub me somewhere MORE interesting..."

"Oh god, what did they do to you?" Kitty asked, feeling the blood
that was staining his shirt.

"Some wanker invented something called blood eagle.  Bloody Shrine
thought he could twist my mind around his miserable finger that's
what.  But he copped it... but enough about that now.  I'm more
interested in our little discussion..."

"Um, yeah," she said, as he took her hand that dabbed his face, and
slowly stroked down her arms inside. 

"It'd be easier to touch you without those gloves, darlin, unless
they got some high tech sensors," Wisdom said, tugging at them. 
"Besides, I like it when my girls can actually feel what they're
getting into if you get my meaning..."

His breath moved hot on her face as his arms seized her and their
eyes locked.  She willed herself not to phase as his wiry arms
pulled her to his hips and his lips came dangerously close. Pryde
knew that she wanted what he did, and the magnetism that pulled
them together was inexplicable. It had been a long time since a man
had held her so close, and she could feel the rise and fall of his
chest.   Wisdom transferred one hand from her waist to draw up and
traced the line of her face and slowly part her lips and run his
fingers over her teeth. Kitty moaned as his other hand kneaded down
her back and settled on her backside, slowly rubbing it and pulling
her closer to press to his hips.  Automatically she ran her hands
up and down his back and felt the slick fabric of his suit jacket,
and the moist dampness of his sweat. Cigarettes and liquor filled
her nostrils, with the scent of some cologne and his sweat and
blood, overloading her nose and slipping into her taste.  While
kissing a smoker was like kissing an ashtray, it was reassuring
because he smelled like Logan did.

Logan, a man who was much like Peter Wisdom in personality. Perhaps
that was the attraction, for it was said that women gravitate to
men who resemble their fathers or father figures. Logan had always
been the surrogate father, more accessible then Professor X who was
the stern authoritarian, but another father as well. Ororo or Storm
had been her mother.  She had been well loved and embraced by her
family, and ironically had found first love. But those days of
human contact with Piotyr Rasputin were far behind her. How much of
a kid she'd seemed back then.

She had done it before, Piotyr being her first.  It was a clumsy
and aborted attempt for both of them on a mission. Piotyr had been
soft and caring, but lacking in imagination. They had simply grope
din the dark while Piotyr hushed her softly and simply caressed her
body, then peeled off her clothes.  She had fumblingly tried to
undress him before they were discovered in their room, and one
thing had led to another before they were locked in a passionate
embrace, Kitty on top and Piotyr under, straining not to impale her
in two while he thrust up into her and she whimpered in pain at his
size.  Ultimately they had finished sticky and wet, and Kitty had
phased into the bed when they heard Ororo's inquisitive voice. 
Piotyr had fielded Storm, who was looking for Kitty, while Kitty
hid under the bed and phased through the wall in attempt to get
back to her room. Only Illyana knew what had happened, and was
secretly pleased that Piotyr had been Kitty's first, though
bumbling introduction to sex.

Since then they had been shy and hesitant about trying to have sex
again, and it was before the secret wars when Piotyr had left, and
then returned to say he had fallen for another.  Any other sexual
encounters waited till the Cross Time caper, and a few abortive
attempts with strange men of other worlds, and those had been
hardly fruitful at all past the caress and grope.  No, Kitty hated
to admit she had only had real intercourse a grand total of one
aborted time in her life, and it had hurt like hell.

Judging by Pete Wisdom's body type, she found her mind wondering
how he was endowed, and shivered with hot expectation as he slipped
his fingers into her mouth and she ran her tongue over them.  Kitty
had read a lot of books and watched endless movies to know what was
considered sexy, but she couldn't help but feel a bit inadequate,
considering he was 10 years older.   Pete felt her tongue trace
over his fingers and moaned, his grip on her rear tightening and
causing Kitty to gasp and open her mouth wider so he could slide
his finger further in.  It was a rehearsal for what he planned to
do further down, later.  Reaching around him Kitty pulled off one
glove and then the other, tossing them both.  Wisdom traced his
hand around to her front, then slowly cupped her chin in his hand
after he slid his fingers out of her mouth and griped the back of
her head.  Kitty closed her eyes and felt his lips claim hers in a
firm kiss.  She buried her fingers into his slick dark hair,
feeling its silky texture for the first time, and feeling the taste
of his lips.  Wisdom tasted of tobacco and liquor, and a sweet
something else as his tongue gently eased her lips apart, and she
shared one breath with him. Unlike colossus he was easier to reach.
Not wanting to give him all the lead Kitty thrust her tongue into
his mouth, increasing the pressure of her lips on his and pressing
up into his body till her breasts were trapped against his chest.

"Hmm," he moaned, reaching down with his hand behind her head and
sliding it down over her breast to feel its weight through her
uniform and then slid down to join the other and slowly unbuckle
her costume's belt and toss it aside.  Kitty and Pete broke from
their first kiss, looking at each other and panting in the
darkness.

"That wasn't bad now was it darlin?" Pete chuckled.

"It wasn't bad it was damn nice," she breathed.  

"You said it, mate," he breathed.  "Anything else you would like to
add to the discussion, Pryde?"

"Just this," she whispered, slowly reaching up to rub up and down
his shirt under his jacket. Kitty realized she was flying by the
seat of her pants here, and Wisdom didn't seem to have any
expectations she hoped other then where this was naturally going.

"Umm, sounds good so far," he muttered, inhaling deeply and
reaching to run his hands up and down to fondle her breasts through
her costume.  Kitty moaned when his fingers rubbed over where her
nipples would be, making them stand out throughout the layers like
small rivets in her pairs of jeans.  She half worried she was far
less endowed up top then other girls, but if he'd objected he
didn't' seem to mind as he gave a half smile teasing them to erect
peaks.

Breath caught in her throat Kitty leaned up again and kissed
wisdom, sealing his lips off in yet another kiss. Her hands roamed
his body as she felt him relax under her touch, and she slid her
hands down his shirt font to arc over his hips and grip his ass the
way he had with hers.  The quick catch of his breath indicated he
liked this, especially when his hands cupped her breasts and began
to slowly squeeze and caress them through her top.  He slid his
hands down her front to slid around her backside and lift her in
his arms, carrying her to sit in the large swivel chair closest.

Wisdom parted her knees and slid between them, pressing his chest
close. She sighed through his kiss that seemed unending, working
her hands up and down his back to slowly phase him out of his
jacket. He was amused to see it drop to the floor, and whispered,
"Mighty fine talent you've got there luv.  I think it would be fun
to try it more..."

"Hmm," she grinned, looking up at him for encouragement.  He smiled
slowly and his blue eyes caught a glint of light from the stars and
moon shimmering through the glass of the midnight runner as it
streaked back to Muir Island.

"You mind letting me feast my eyes on your body? It's hard to touch
you with this oversized sock all over your body, like."

She pushed him back as she got up from the chair, and slowly
concentrated her power. In one movement the costume slid off and
through her body, to puddle at her feet. She stepped sideways out
of the boots and sat in the chair once more, blushing in the dim
lights of the cabin. Awkwardness and doubt filled her as she looked
up at Wisdom, and waited to see his reaction.

"Much better," Wisdom whispered, moving up to part her knees with
his hips and press his chest to her body.  Kitty moaned and arched
her neck as he kissed down it and to her collarbone, before he went
down on his knee and slid the strap of her bra

n, lightly kissing the top of her breasts and slipping his fingers
between the cloth and her skin to finger her other nipple. A moan
escaped her lips and she rested her hands on his shoulders, willing
her fingers to fumble at the not with his tie and stop her legs
from involuntarily wrapping around his back.

Like a pro wisdom kissed the hollow of her neck and reached around
to probe how her bra fastened. Finding it to be a sports supporter,
he tickled the edge of the fabric and drew it up, so she had to
raise her hands above his head and let him tug it off. Once her
small pert breasts were free he licked one nipple, taking it
between his teeth as he fingered the other.  She could feel her
breasts aching and swollen for his attention, with a fire matching
below between her legs, and Wisdom seemed in no hurry. A clench of
his teeth to her nipple when she reached around to unbutton his
shirt told her she wasn't entirely in control.

"Slowly luv, this is for both of us. The first time with your new
partner's always the one you remember, like," he whispered into her
ear as he pulled back.  

"Damn you're making me so hot," she panted, her breath heaving in
her chest.  "I don't wanna seem like I'm so like... but is this...
what you want?"

"Question is, is it what YOU want, Kitty Pryde?" Wisdom turned the
question back on her.  "We've both been dancing around like forever
with this.  And I'm thinking you and I am going to either kill each
other or shag each other sooner or later.  You get under my bloody
skin Pryde, and I want to get under your skin for once..."

"I don't wanna sound... stupid..."

"You already did that, love," he teased.  "Say what's on your mind,
and see if it's what I'm thinking..."

"It's um... been a while..."

Wisdom silenced her with a finger over her lips, before tracing it
down her front to stop at the hem of her panties.  Teasingly he
hooked his finger under them and snapped the waistband.  "Nice
knickers," he smiled.  "Let's see how this goes love... as far as
you want.  And if you feel you want to stop like, I'll stop."

Not expecting such understanding Kitty reached up and phased his
shirt from his body, so she could feast her eyes on him.  It slid
to the floor around wisdom's body and he suppressed an appreciative
glance as she rubbed his chest and he grinned.  They went into each
other's arms quickly, rubbing their hands over each other's bodies,
feeling skin on skin, as a soft caress.  Wisdom pressed himself to
her tightly, rubbing his aching need against her belly as he pulled
her to her feet, and then set her down again.  He took her hand and
slowly brought it down to his belt, urging her to touch and feel
the growing bulge.  She did so, and a wicked thought crossed her
mind as he reached down and teased her hot moist need through the
fabric of her panties.

"Ohhh," Kitty squealed as his fingers lightly brushed her sensitive
spot, and her body spasmed.  Wisdom smiled, waiting for her
encouragement and she nodded, slowly letting him peel off her
panties and run his fingers over her patch of hair.  Exploring her
breasts with his lips and tongue he slid a finger inside her and
her body fused rigid, a hot fire surging through her.

Her hand clenched through his pants, and Wisdom moaned, "God, keep
goin, love... feels so bloody good..."

Kitty whimpered as Pete slid his finger into her hot moist core and
probed for her clitoris.  Once finding it he teased it mercilessly
till she yelped and screamed as moisture flowed over his fingers. 
He slid one more in, and she felt his skillful fingers wringing an
electrical shot that spread from her nether regions all over her
body like an expanding wave. Far more sensitive then she felt the
crackle of electricity as she phased.

"Bloody..." he cursed as Kitty phased instinctively when she came,
screaming incoherently. It was the first time she had ever
orgasmed, and it shivered her entire nervous system on overload,
exactly like she must do when she passed through any computer
circuitry.

"Sorry," she hissed, embarrassed and hurt she couldn't control her
power that minute.

"It's all right love," Pete urged her as she shivered and
whimpered, hugging him close to her.  Instinctively he could judge
it was the first time she had ever had an orgasm, and he could tell
volumes. Such was his line of work, which spilled over into his
personal affairs.  The heat of his skin on her skin was
intoxicating as any alcohol, slowly relaxing her as she came down
off her first high, and wisdom again urged her to touch his growing
erection through his pants.  She phased them off as well, till they
were both equally clothed in nothing but nervous anticipation and
standing apart from one another for that last tense minute before
continuing.

"I think," Kitty said, standing on wobbly legs as Wisdom supported
her against his body, his erection pressing into her belly.  "This
talk has only one outcome..."

"Meaning what, love? I think I know what you're going to say
like... and I think I'm liking the way this discussion is going..."

Kitty giggled nervously, cursing herself for sounding like a
schoolgirl, but going to his arms again.  Wisdom slowly lowered her
to the couch at the rear of the cabin; a bench reserved for helping
wounded victims and began to play a bit more with her swollen
breasts, slowly teasing another orgasm from her with his lips and
tongue.  Kitty moaned, thrashing as she locked her fingers into her
hair. When she tasted him on her lips she knew she was ready. 
Without question he urged her to wait and hunted for something in
his jacket pocket. Prepared her moved with a lithe grace towards
her, his body contoured in scant light and shadow, intense blue
eyes fixing into hers as he urged her knees apart with his hips and
slowly rubbed her breasts.

"You want me Pryde?" he whispered.

"Yes," she whispered  "I want you, Pete Wisdom..."

"You sure?" he asked again, teasing her periphery with the tip of
his manhood.  It was hard to hold back even for another minute.

"Shut up and shag me you idiot!" she hissed.

"You insisted, darlin," he laughed, slipping inside.  Around him
she was hot and tight, and he could tell it really HAD been a while
since she had any partners, even though she was not a virgin.  She
locked her legs around his hips and rose to meet him as he thrust
in and out slowly, then gaining momentum.  He arched over her so
his blue eyes were locked into her brown ones, hands playing with
her breasts and gritting as her fingers clenched into his arms and
almost drew blood.

It seemed like a long moment when Wisdom felt her shuddering around
him, and their gaze was broken as he cried out over her screams,
and thrust himself in one last time.  Together they came, and Kitty
felt herself almost black out before she realized she was holding
Wisdom in her arms, his lips kissing her.

They rested together as Muir Island came into view, and both
giggled, realizing what a task they had telling Kurt Wagner and the
others about what had happened.  Basically that they liked each
other a whole lot, and there was nothing in bloody hell which could
change anyone's mind. Still it would take much doing, though.

Now he waited to see where and when she'd get her head out of that
workout room and get her lovely arse back to him so they could
formulate a plan to inform Kurt and the others about their
discussion.  They had a few tentative words as they had put
themselves back together and returned, only to have Kitty chicken
out and sleep at first in her own bed before he sneaked into her
room and they had another 'discussion'.

Those first few times were always better and better the more they
practiced, he smirked.  His mind thought wicked things they could
do in Moira's lab, and he coughed as smoke drifted past his
windpipe and he saw his cigarette was one long ash during his
reminiscence.

He wasn't prepared for the ghostly figure that popped out of one
wall and surged towards him with a wicked smile on her sweet face,
her body still moist with her hair slicked back, and her body
clothed in fresh jeans and a faded Cat's Laughing T shirt.  

"Bloody Pryde you nicked off early enough," Peter bitched as she
came up to him and sat on his lap with a smug smile.  He was only
wearing his boxers, red striped on white with his jacket slung
loose and low around his hips, his coffee still steaming in the mug
at his left.

"I HAVE to work out," she said coyly, running her fingers over his
chest lightly with a feather touch as her sweet weight shifted on
his lap.

"And are you SURE that's more important then OUR workout sessions?"
Wisdom lifted an eyebrow, pretending to be stern.

"Good morning to you too, crabby," she smirked.  "Sheesh..."

"Give us a kiss love," he whispered hoarsely, and she leaned
forwards to greet him with a soft peck that wisdom turned into a
deep full kiss.

"Ugh, you just had Moira's coffee," Kitty winced, as if spitting
out a bad taste. "Or is it your cigs, you horrible man..."

"The word is fags," he whispered. "Get it right, as long as I'm
teaching you proper English, Pryde..."

"And you're my teacher WHY, because of your name, smart ass?" she
joked, biting her lip, and batting her eyelashes at him mockingly.

"That's right, and don't' you forget it, love," Wisdom chuckled
deeply, running his hands over her shirt.

Kitty said softly, "And what makes you think you know EVERYTHIGN,
huh?"

"I didn't say that," he snorted as she swung around and straddled
him, getting between him and his email.  "And besides, you're
getting in my way, like your bloody namesake. What the hell is it
about cats getting it the way of computers and people?"

"Don't' tell me you don't want to worship the goddess of
computing," she said coyly, slowly starting to phase as she felt
his awakening need. Wisdom groaned, as it seemed she merged through
his clothes and slowly teased herself on him

"Holy... what the hell are you... bugger," he moaned as he felt her
moist need and skin brushing his skin though they were totally
clothed, and Kitty slid herself over him. It was insane, feeling
himself barely touching her body, which was phasing wraithlike
through his body.

"I'm VERY sorry I didn't stick around," she said, rocking on his
lap.  Wisdom gurgled in his surprise as she slowly moved over him,
not completely solid, but hot and moist.

"Mmm, you're going to be sorry, cos I think you're going to have to
be punished you wicked cat," he grinned.

"Stand up and say that," she whispered.  Wisdom stood up, and
realized that their clothes suddenly fell to the floor, leaving
them intimately joined.

"I won't just say it, I know it," he grinned, thrusting up into
Kitty as he gripped her hips.

"Smart ass," she gritted, moaning.

Like a knife Moira's voice cut through the air, and Pete and Kitty
winced at one another as they heard her just outside the door,
banging on it, "Ye klartey arsed bastard! Put that dammed fag oot
before I come in there and stub it oot on ye! I told ye niver tae
smoke in here, ya heare!"

"Scottish harridan," Wisdom groaned.

"Start walking, QUICK!" Kitty hissed, wrapping her legs around him
tightly and holding them together.  "UP!"

"WHAT?"

"Just walk up!" she giggled, and Pete did so, Kitty around his
waist as she caused him to be able to air-walk up towards the
ceiling, and phased both of them through the floor of her room to
continue in private.

Moira overcame the security lock and burst in, waving cigarette
smoke away indignantly as she glanced around for Wisdom.  "Dammit,
where are ye?" she cursed.  Then her eyes lit on the pile of
clothes left on the chair before the terminal, and her eyebrow
raised as she glanced around.

"I don't even want to know," she mumbled, hunting for a can of air
freshener and ordering the computer to turn on the environmental
controls for continuous filtering.