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Heat of the Moment	By : DrunkenScotsman Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > Het - Male/Female Views: 4292 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Updated sooner than expected! I found some time to scratch this out before things heated up too terribly... a portent of things to come?

Chapter 5: Never Meant to be So Bad to You

A scant few ticks of the clock saw the glowing post-coital moment lingering over the teens before finally collapsing like an iridescent soap bubble when it encounters a child’s finger.

Simultaneously, both of them started scrambling back as if scalded. Kitty pulled her top down while Bobby yanked his shorts and boxers up, with the realization that he’d likely never wear them again since they would probably be blood-stained. He turned away so Kitty could adjust her bottoms – as though she might think less of him for looking at her groin after they’d had sex. Nonetheless, Kitty appreciated the gesture, promptly returning herself to a fully-clothed state.

Kitty sat up, presenting her profile to Bobby, a profile which he fought not to stare at so he might memorize every minute detail. She pulled her knees under her chin so she could wrap her arms around her shins. With a sigh she rested her chin on her knees. A dull ache announced itself from between her thighs, causing her to shift slightly on the couch. In the course of her movements she noticed two things: first, she felt Bobby’s sticky semen deep inside her, cooler than her still-warm vagina; second, her panties felt as if they were freshly moistened.

Therefore, like Bobby, she presumed that her underwear was blood-stained to the point that she’d never wear them again. Unlike Bobby – who feared the potential consequences of the wrong person finding blood-stained boxers in his room or the laundry – Kitty thought she might keep her blotted garment as a memento. The Red Badge of… Indiscretion? she asked herself ruefully.

Meanwhile, Bobby hung his head, his face buried in his hands. To some extent, he was merely trying to keep his head from literally spinning the way it felt as though it might. His thoughts whirled: How could I… how could we… Kitty and I just… had sex. He looked up suddenly as a new realization surfaced: I took her virginity… we’re not dating… I didn’t even ask! Slowly his head turned towards his erstwhile partner; at the same time, she turned to face him.

Both of them swallowed, unsure how to proceed. Kitty knew her cheeks were glowing red because she could feel them burning. For his part, Bobby almost wished he could flush, so that Kitty might not feel as if she were alone in her embarrassment. The silence, which had been awkward from the start, worsened.

Steeling himself, Bobby struggled in search of the right words for the situation. He cleared his throat and broke the ice, ignoring for the time being the irony of having to do so. “Kitty… did we just… do what I think we did?”

Nodding slowly constituted her initial response. “Yeah, Bobby… we did. We… had sex.” Kitty flushed even as she said the words. There, I said it, she told herself resolutely.

Bobby’s mouth quirked to one side in what he hoped was an expression conveying sympathy. “Kitty, please, please believe me when I say that I never meant for that to happen.”

The young woman’s face stretched into a lopsided smile. “I know, Bobby. You’re not that kind of guy, to use a breakup on purpose… to get into a girl’s pants.” She cleared her throat. “I know you weren’t planning it… because you didn’t use protection.”

Bobby tried not to panic at that, and didn’t succeed particularly well. “No… I wasn’t… I didn’t… you’re not on the pill?”

Kitty simply shook her head. “All of them wreak havoc with my hormones, make me borderline manic-depressive.” Her hand drifted to her stomach – or possibly to her seeded womb. “As for… this… let’s cross that bridge if we come to it.”

Bobby digested that for a few moments before continuing: “Although I didn’t plan it, it still happened… and I’m really sorry for that.” His lips pressed together. “Especially… for our first…”

Kitty snorted softly. “Yeah, that was nothing like I’d imagined.” When Bobby’s countenance fell, she added hastily, “I mean, it wasn’t slow or romantic… more like two atoms in a particle accelerator.” A raised eyebrow from the young man prompted her to elaborate: “The atoms collide at high speed, generating a lot of energy – light and heat – but the reaction ends pretty quickly.”

Bemused, Bobby replied, “Thanks for the science lesson. It was kinda like that, huh?” Kitty giggled and nodded, but he added, “For what it’s worth, it was nothing like I imagined either. I can’t even begin to describe it.”

“Me neither,” Kitty responded. “It’s all a blur – a pleasant blur.”

With that opening, Bobby asked the one question he thought most important to ask: “So... you don’t regret it… right?”

At that moment, Kitty felt certain her heart stopped. “W-well… n-not exactly,” she stammered. “I, ah, I guess not… entirely.”

Bobby could do nothing but hang his head in shame. A dull ache in his jaw warned him that he might throw up, because Kitty regretted it – because he’d stolen something irreplaceable from her.

Biting her lip, Kitty scooted closer to Bobby, who she could tell took her answer hard. “Look, Bobby… at the time, I did enjoy it… immensely. But now… I’m a little sore… and…”

She took a deep breath. This isn’t gonna be easy, she realized. “You gotta admit, the timing was terrible. The funeral earlier, your breakup – you’re basically on the rebound, Bobby – and all the tension from this Cure stuff…”

Slowly Bobby nodded, understanding what Kitty meant by ‘bad timing’. “I… we… really jumped the gun. I mean, we’re not even dating… yet.” Immediately Bobby kicked himself for adding that last word.

The reason for the young man to rue his word choice arose from the paling of Kitty’s face. Her words, when they emerged from her lips, confirmed Bobby’s doubts. “We can’t, Bobby, not right now. You’re still on the rebound, remember?” She licked her lips, trembling at the difficulty of refusing the opportunity she’d dreamt of, yearned for, even prayed about. “All the reasons I gave earlier,” she said aloud, for both their sakes, “about bad timing… apply to us starting a relationship as much as they did, or should have done, to us… having sex.”

Bobby’s limbs seemed suddenly heavy, as if coated in quick-drying cement to pull him to the bottom of a lake or river to ‘sleep with the fishes’. “Of course, Kitty, you’re right,” he managed. He turned away, unable to face her glittering brown eyes any longer. “I shouldn’t have… presumed that… after tonight… we’d, um, start something more.”

“You’re not listening,” the young woman chided. “Tonight wasn’t a good choice for ‘when’; the living room couch may or may not have been the best choice of ‘where’.” She found herself remarking inwardly, Hell of a story to tell the nosy cousins, though.

Both teens were surprised when Kitty ruffled her fingers through Bobby’s blond hair. His attention captive, he faced her squarely when she told him, “I’d always hoped, though, that you’d be the one I gave my virginity to.” She gave him a soft smile, a warm smile like a late-spring afternoon that nearly melted the Iceman right then and there.

Gently Bobby took her hand; the word ‘gave’ rang in his ears, quelling any lingering doubts about Kitty’s feelings toward him. “In time, maybe, we can give ‘us’ a try – is that what I’m hearing?” He also favored her with a soft smile.

Kitty flushed and bounced her head twice. “In the meantime, we shouldn’t… do this again, not if we aren’t official.”

Smirking, Bobby gave her a mock salute. “We’ll probably wanna keep… tonight… a secret, as well. The rumor mill around here is absolutely brutal.” Kitty nodded in agreement

Glancing at the clock, Kitty realized that they’d stayed up rather late, and she guessed that (given their activities) her erstwhile partner was likely as exhausted as she was. With a playful bat of her eyelashes, she asked, “Would you walk me to my room, good sir?”

“Of course,” he agreed, eager to salvage his reputation as a gentleman. For the second time that night, he walked the petite brunette to her room.

Prior to entering, she lingered to look into Bobby’s eyes, embarrassed and frustrated at her own embarrassment. Just ask him! commanded the pushy part of her brain. You can’t possibly be shy around the guy you just did it with!

As if on cue, the young man prompted her. “What is it, Kit-Kat?”

“Would you think less of me,” she began demurely, “if I asked for a kiss goodnight?”

Bobby couldn’t help but grin. Rather than signal his answer with a head-shake, he leaned down and gave her a chaste kiss on the lips. He’d considered – and rejected – targeting her hand or her forehead, opting instead for what he knew she meant for him to kiss.

The kiss they shared was necessarily brief, yet still somehow electrifying, standing the hairs on the back of each of their necks on end. Shortly, before things could go haywire again, Kitty backed away first, phasing through her door; the last Bobby saw of her was her eyes and smile. Once inside, she fell into her bed and promptly boarded the train to Dreamland.

“Good night, Cheshire Kat,” whispered Bobby to no one present. His return to his room remained unchallenged this time. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he drifted off into a deep, restful sleep.
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