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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: This chapter comes earlier than expected, but I happened to 'steal a march' (so to speak) on my work, so I had time to work. I hope everyone enjoys the latest installment.
Chapter 6: Catch the Pearl…
Dawn broke over 1407 Greymalkin Lane. The grand mansion began to stir with activity, despite the calendar’s claim that it was Saturday. After the Professor’s funeral, Storm and Wolverine put the X-Men trainees – Colossus, Iceman, Shadowcat, and Rogue – on high alert, and called a meeting to discuss the school’s future. Before the meeting, though, two of the trainees needed to prepare for the day…
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Bobby woke up to the raspy voice of Van Morrison coming from his radio, which he kept tuned to the ‘oldies’ station. John – no, Bobby corrected himself, he preferred to call himself “Pyro” now – used to tease him about his musical preferences, but his parents had met at Woodstock as teenagers, two decades before Bobby, the elder brother, made his entrance onto the world stage – and Bobby had always felt a connection to the music of that era.
Sitting up slowly, he felt the last vestiges of sleep drain away. As consciousness finally clicked into gear, the song caught his attention fully: Van Morrison sang about a brown-eyed girl, about waterfalls and misty fog and lovemaking on the green grass. Immediately Bobby slammed the radio off, the memories of the previous night confronting him. Maybe it was only a dream, he hoped.
The young man pulled down his boxers, examining them for evidence of his transgression. His breathing grew shallow when he saw a small rust-brown stain on the inside of his boxers along with slight discoloration down the length of his morning wood. The line from the song about lovemaking drifted into his mind’s ear, reminding him of how Kitty felt with him inside her, of how she tasted as they kissed, of how her freshly-shampooed hair smelled of apples. A near-overwhelming urge to stroke himself arose, but he managed to suppress it.
Instead, Bobby pulled the stained underwear off and put on a new pair. What to do with this pair? he wondered. The boxers, unfortunately, were his favorite pair, a pair emblazoned with the Celtics logo. (As a good Bostonian basketball fan, he bled Celtic green.)
Ultimately, he decided he couldn’t throw away his favorite boxers and put them into his laundry basket, tucking them under some shirts. He headed into his bathroom for a shower, trying not to think about Kitty… too much.
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Meanwhile, the object of Bobby’s thoughts was yanked forcibly out of a strange dream involving Professor Xavier demonstrating his gymnastic prowess up and down the halls of his home. Kitty bolted upright out of her bed, her radio alarm blaring the local top-40 station. Groggily she turned down the volume a bit, just as the All-American Rejects began to play.
Leaning over to her nightstand, she rummaged for a bra. Absently she hummed along with the song until it reached the chorus, a chorus about a “dirty little secret” and about regret. She froze in place, light-blue bra in hand. Slowly she reached over to shut off her radio, skin crawling with the eeriness of hearing that song.
Her mind now dwelled on the events of the previous night; and now that it did, she surprised herself by moistening up near-instantly. Dropping the bra, she pulled open her panties to inspect them, curious as to just how badly she’d ruined them. She was confronted with a quarter-sized maroon splotch, reminiscent of the start of her periods except for a whitish smudge in the center that she knew had to be Bobby’s cum.
Kitty shuddered with excitement at the thought. Her arousal grew more insistent, strengthened by the fact that her body now knew exactly what it was missing, what it needed for maximum satisfaction. Off came her white panties so she could test how sore she was. Kitty winced – the whole area was a bit too tender for what she was considering.
With a sigh, she considered her stained underwear – an otherwise plain pair of white panties now bore the marks of a very important night in her life. Certain she wanted to keep them, she folded them neatly; for the time being, she put them under her pillow with her pajamas, determined to devise a more permanent storage method.
Still pink-cheeked with mild arousal, embarrassment added itself to her blush. Wolverine would likely smell Bobby all over her and ask awkward questions; given his bond with Rogue, such questions could only lead to slow and painful dismembering of the Iceman, his man-parts first to go. Not wanting to indirectly inflict such a horrible fate on the guy she had a huge crush on, Kitty decided to wash herself thoroughly. Besides, she told herself wickedly, maybe the warm water will soothe the soreness.
As it turned out, Kitty found the warm water quite… soothing.
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The meeting Storm called ended up as a tense discussion about the future of Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters, now that the school lacked its founder. At first, it seemed as if Storm were dead set on closing the school and disbanding the X-Men, until the arrival of a tall, blonde young man galvanized her to continue where the Professor had so untimely left off.
Kitty stared, slack-jawed, at the winged young man. Just what this place needs, she mused, another golden-haired Adonis. She soon felt eyes on her, so she pulled her gaze from one Adonis to the other, flushing at having been caught.
Bobby clenched his jaw, unable to believe how Kitty so easily drooled over the newcomer. When she turned toward him like a deer in headlights, though, he felt his jealousy ebb. It’s not like Kitty’s your girlfriend, he reminded himself. Let her look. Bobby smiled gently at Kitty, who smiled back.
By this point, the meeting had dispersed, leaving the two teens alone in the study together. Silence lingered a few beats. Neither knew for certain how to begin.
After deciding he’d had his fill of silence, Bobby made the opening move, a gambit: “So, Kitty… what do you think of the new guy?”
One slender brown eyebrow arched. “Hey, that’s not fair,” she protested. Bobby responded with only twinkling eyes and a mischievous smirk. Kitty rolled her eyes. “Fine, he’s gorgeous. But, for your information, I was comparing him to you.” When she received merely a surprised blink, she added, “And you still came out ahead.”
Chuckling, the young man shook his head. “That surprises me, I gotta admit. After… last night… and in the light of day… I didn’t know how you’d feel toward me.”
At that, Kitty crossed the room to sit next to him, her hand found his. “The same way, knucklehead. I like you, a lot.”
“Did you just call me ‘knucklehead’?” echoed Bobby with a laugh.
Kitty couldn’t help but giggle. “Yeah, I did. That’s what I call boys who are cute but dim.” To emphasize her point, she stuck out her tongue at him.
Rolling his eyes, Bobby pressed on. “For what it’s worth, Kit-Kat, I like you a lot too. We can’t… undo things, but I don’t think I’d want to.”
Kitty smiled. “Me neither. I’d just opt for more premeditation, if I could change anything.”
“Yeah, bad timing, we covered this,” Bobby replied, a tad impatiently.
The young woman licked her lips. On the verge of commenting on his tone, her thoughts were interrupted as the memory of their shared climax erupted by surprise into her mind’s eye. She could have sworn that she felt him pulsing inside her just then, inseminating her. Every last ounce of color drained from her face as she realized a terrible truth, one she’d not realized earlier because of how much she’d enjoyed their tryst.
“Oh God,” she moaned, “I… you… we… didn’t… use protection…”
Kitty’s comment was met with blue eyes growing to rival saucers in size. “Oh, shit, Kitty… I didn’t… I mean, it didn’t even occur to me…” His head fell into his hands.
Her hand came to rest comfortingly on his shoulder. “It’s okay, Bobby. I didn’t think about it either, so it’s just-as-much-my-fault-if-I-get-pregnant” Her voice wavered more and more as she babbled faster and faster. “I’mnotevenonthepillbecauseIwasn’texpectingtohavesexsosoon, notforafewyearsanywaybutwedidlastnightandyoucameinsideme…”
Bobby, breath coming in shallow bursts, snaked an arm around Kitty’s side. Almost immediately her head went to his shoulder, hers shaking with suppressed sobs. He kept his voice soft as he held her to him: “Shhh… I also kinda assumed… you were on the pill.”
Kitty snorfled. “You know what happens when you assume.”
Despite himself, Bobby chuckled. “Yeah, I hope that saying doesn’t hold up this time, even though I feel like an ass already.”
When Kitty looked up into his eyes, Bobby could see the terror written in her dark, glittering orbs. “Don’t,” she whispered. “Despite my earlier teasing, you’re not an ass, nor are you dim. You’re a great guy, Bobby.”
While telling him this, Kitty leaned toward the young man, her lips parted invitingly. For his part, Bobby was torn between dismay and excitement that Kitty wanted to kiss him. To kiss, or not to kiss, he thought ruefully. I never thought that would ever be the question.
After several beats of indecision, Bobby restrained the petite brunette with a hand on her shoulder. Fortunately, she remained solid and froze in place as realization of what she was doing dawned on her. “R-right… sorry…” she mumbled.
“It was… it was hard for me… to stop you,” he mumbled back.
Briefly her tongue coated her lips with moisture, testing Bobby’s willpower sorely. Kitty sat back, increasing the distance between them and bleeding away the tension that had built up, as she added, “I’ll, um, keep you up-to-date… about things. It’ll be a few weeks before… before I can take any of the tests.”
The young man squeezed her hand gently, putting on his best poker face to be strong for her. “Thanks… no offense, but I’m hoping you fail.”
A grin lit Kitty’s face, and Bobby could have sworn the cloud cover had just lessened to permit more sunlight to reach that room. “None taken,” she replied softly. An unsightly wince arose when she shifted her legs.
Bobby winced with her. “Let me guess: sore?”
Kitty bit her lip. “Only a little. I’d heard I wouldn’t be able to sit for a week, so it’s not so bad.” A brief pause ensued before she added, “I wasn’t walking funny when we all came for the meeting, was I?”
A quick shake of Bobby’s head put that fear to rest. “Hopefully it won’t affect you during the weekend Danger Room ‘exercise’… which I think we’re already late for.” He punctuated his statement with a gallant kiss to the back of Kitty’s hand.
Cheeks thoroughly pink, the young woman gestured for her friend – she wished he were ‘boyfriend’ – to lead the way. He obliged; but once they left the study, he released her hand in spite of his heart’s inclination to hold on.
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