Genosha, Day One

[just_a_phase]

Getting to Genosha--at least, if you want to be as discrete as possible and not announce to all the island that you're X-Men--involves more flight transfers than Kitty wants to think about at this point. More than once she drowsily woke up to find her head on Piotr's shoulder.

He didn't say anything about it, so she didn't either.

But after the second time, she found she'd also wake up with a faint smile.

They're finally here, though, finally through customs and security, and they can just...be. Be the two of them. Be lost in the crowd.

It's a little scary, and a little neat, and a lot needed.

Her head's on Piotr's shoulder--well, upper arm--again as they walk by the shoreline, and for once...

Kitty Pryde has nothing to say.

And she thinks that's okay.

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[konocc]

Piotr watches her an moment, but doesn't join. Instead, he moves past her, past the bar and up to the DJ booth. The DJ nods and Piotr then moves to the edge of the floor. He's not dancing yet. He's enjoying watching her sink into the arms of her oldest friend music.

It's only after that the next song begins to play.

Piotr leans into her hair. "One of the few American things I had growing up," he explains, kissing her softly in that one place on her jaw, just by her ear, where only he ever kisses her, letting his lips linger before saying, in time with the music, "I love you."

[just_a_phase]

Her eyes close at his words as she leans backwards into his solid chest.

Solid. If ever someone asked her to list all the adjectives that she applies to Piotr, "solid" would be in the top 5.

For a moment she does just that, appreciates how he feels. Appreciates his arms slowly wrapping around her.

Then she begins to sway both of them slowly to the tune of the music, moving about in his arms after a few seconds to put her own arms around his neck.

And then a faster song--one she thinks is older, but it's not like she cares--begins, and she--they--truly begin to dance. He may be 10 inches taller than she, but she can lead well enough despite that.

Especially because despite having him twirl her out and around, despite using some of the simplest moves from Grease, what she really wants is just to touch him. Have him touch her.

As much as possible in public.

[konocc]

The crowd rolls back leaving a still pool for them to maneuver through. Kitty leaps into his arms without reservation, and he obliges lifting her above him. Around, down, over. Faster, and then slower. His hands move on and around her he'd be self-conscious about if he let himself think about it.

Piotr will never be the dancer she is, but he won't surrender to that fact.

He lifts her to his shoulder for the climax of the song. The crowd (which he now notices as people watching them) applauded her. Reluctantly, he smooths her skirt so that he can keep her dignity while he lifts her off his shoulders; not to the floor, however. Instead, he turns Kitty to face him directly while holding her by her waist. After a long moment he crushes his lips onto hers without reservation.

[just_a_phase]

No one keeps Kitty in a corner, she thinks, mentally laughing.

Her mouth is too busy for her to laugh out loud, though.

Finally.

When she has to pull back, she nuzzles the side of his jaw before resting her head on his shoulder.

"//You're a jerk.//"

[konocc]

You caught him. He watched that with Betsy a few times, so he could impress girls...okay ONE girl...if he got the chance..

"I know," he concedes. "I am wholly your jerk."

[just_a_phase]

"You could have said that earlier," she points out, and then notices the crowd of people around them, grinning and laughing at them.

Some are even applauding them.



"...I think it's time to leave. Now. Piotr. Now." She rarely blushes.

He's managed to arrange things to make her blush this night.

[konocc]

"And go where?" he asks oh-so-innocently, and, worse, not moving.

[just_a_phase]

She grimaces, and then grins and nips the side of her jaw, which increases some of the applause.

And then she phases and lets the earth move them where it will, something inside her tracking its movements--gravity and magnetism and God alone knows what else--and they shoot out of the ground like a rocket near their hotel.

It's her turn to be oh-so-innocently now.

The fact that they are by the hotel may have some implications.

[konocc]

"I like that trick," he says thoughtfully. Then he cranes his neck to take in the hotel. The teasing humor falls away into a kind of sobriety.

"It's a good plan..." There's a "but," in his tone.

[just_a_phase]

She doesn't shift to drop out of his arms; instead, she tightens her own arms a bit more around his neck.

"It's a good plan that we always, always, always put off." It's serious rather than exasperated, but her tone becomes shy when she adds, "And I'm way past 16."

[konocc]

He nods. "You have no idea how much I would like to stop 'putting it off.'" He swallows, and looks back at the hotel. "You mentioned before your father will be meeting you on this holiday. A few hours from now, yes?"

[just_a_phase]

She groans and slides--deliberately slides, because bringing up her dad means, "Not tonight," and so she doesn't mind being a bit unfair--before looking at her watch.

"About four hours from now." Her tone is resigned, for the most part. (A little sad. A little hurt. But mostly resigned.) "We have time to do something before I have to start with dinner."

Not the something she wanted. Still wants. But...something.

[konocc]

Piotr is thoughtful for a long moment. "Here is the second key to my room." A slow smile comes across his face. "Get ready for your outing. I have a plan."

[just_a_phase]

She takes it carefully, a thoughtful look on her face as she studies him.

Kitty then smiles, a smile that's small and pleased and hopeful.

"What kind of outing should I be getting ready for?"

[konocc]

He shakes his head. "One where we end this." Piotr states, moving a hand between them for emphasis. "Spectacularly. Once and for all."

[just_a_phase]

She hates that his words affect her breathing.

"Sure we can't do that by my using this key and going insider your room with you?" In other words: WHY must he always find a reason to put things off? Especially THIS thing?!

[konocc]

"There are two things I still must finish," he admits. "I do not think you will mind them, but I must them on my own."

"And -" His eyes darken scanning her. "4 hours is not nearly enough for years of lost time."

[just_a_phase]

Her own eyes darken in turn as studies him in turn before their eyes meet.

"No, it's not nearly long enough for that. But less than four hours is enough to give me something significant to let me know what I've been waiting for all these years."

[konocc]

She can see him being very, very tempted. Then there's the shake of his head. "Trust me." And before she can object, his lips are back on hers.

[just_a_phase]

She groans when he gently pulls away, if not nearly far enough away to allow breaking the kiss to be fair, dammit.

"Trusting you in this has always ended badly. Trusting me could end enjoyably. In fact, I'd say it's guaranteed to." But it's playfully sulky, if also unhappily resigned.

"Why do I let you get away with this shit, Petrushka?"

[konocc]

"Because I am a stubborn man. Now go, before you ware me down."

[just_a_phase]

She considers. "Seeing as that's what I want to do, and it's been said by many, including you, that I'm a stubborn woman...I think the only honest response I can give is that I'm only leaving if you make it worth my while."