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Kitty and Bobby | Backdated to
After Magneto's announcement, Kitty and Bobby discuss it. And then finally stop discussing.
As soon as she left Tommy and Billy, Kitty phased out into the foyer and took a deep breath. Looking down at her phone, she texted,
Meet me in sun room.
Even though, you know, it wasn't actually sunny. Partly because it was night time. Partly because the world was HORRIBLE AND UGLY, Kitty reflected. With a sigh, she hobbled and hopped her way over there, finally flopping down onto a comfy couch. Leaning over, she turned on one of the little reading lamps, then opened Twitter on her phone. She was kind of sorry she did.
Leaving Kurt to his own devices, Bobby made his way to the sun room, where he found Kitty already flopped on the couch reading something on her phone. Given her expression, he had a pretty good idea what. "Nuh uh. Turn off the news feed," he said as he came over and plopped down next to her. "You're going to depress yourself." He should know. He and Kurt had already gotten plenty depressed, watching.
Kitty looked up at him, frowning. "Too late."
Bobby sighed and slipped his arm around Kitty's shoulders for a half hug. "Yeah. Thank you, Mr. Buckethead, for ruining a perfectly good evening and a Trivia Crack streak, and for oh-so-decisively drawing a very nice line in the sand and daring most of the world's population to step over it. What would we have done without that today?"
Her lips actually quirked in a tiny smile at the 'Mr. Buckethead' crack. Bobby had a way of comforting her even when the whole world was turning upside down. Putting her phone away, she leaned into him, curling her arms around his middle. "Can't we just get a break? Just one little one?"
"Hmmm. Starting to think not," Bobby mused. He tightened his arm around her and rubbed her shoulder. "On the other hand, what would we do with a break? You'd mess around in your workshop,giving people new and improved phones and contributing to online addictions, and Tommy and I would come up with new and creative ways to nearly accidentally kill ourselves. It could be all the crises are actually preventing self-destruction?" He craned his head to see her face, and grinned a little. "Ya think?" Okay, he didn't believe it either, but coming up with ways to make Kitty smile and smack him was at least less depressing than thinking about what was actually important.
Except she didn't smile, or smack him. Instead, she just sort of looked at him, a little hazily. "Is that all we are? All we do?" The thought was almost as terrifying as what they faced from the public. Was she reduced to just working on tech? She was fourteen years old. She should be worrying about teenage drama. She should have what Billy and Teddy had - this whirlwind, hot and heavy teenage romance. Why didn't she have that? Why didn't either of them?
She stared at Bobby a little blankly, and maybe it was everything that had happened...or maybe it was the constant nightmares, or maybe it was Magneto and his ultimatum, and the threat they all would face. Maybe it was the fact that she was too weak to protect herself, or the fact that Nolan Himself Ross was at the school now, with all of his billions of dollars and an entire company behind the tech he could provide for them. Maybe it was all of it.
"Why are we doing this?" she breathed.
Doing what? It was on the tip of his tongue to ask, to pretend he had no idea what she was talking about - but he caught the look in her eyes, and for once the obvious retort died unspoken. "I don't know," he admitted instead. "Because someone has to, I guess?" He grimaced and shrugged, then tilted his head and rested his cheek against the top of her head. "I'm not exactly good with the deep answers. I guess...I'm doing it, because you're doing it, and Kurt's doing it, and Tommy, and Scott, and...what else would I be doing?"
"I mean," and yes, Kitty had meant that, "yes. This. But also." She took a deep breath, sitting back. "Us. Why are we doing...us?"
"Ummm...I thought you wanted to be doing...us." Bobby straightened back up, with a sick feeling in his stomach not unlike the one he got whenever they had dinner at his Aunt Gladys' house, but a thousand times worse. Here it came, then. He'd figured it would eventually, but he'd actually started to hope... "Did you not? I mean, want to be?"
"Do you?" Kitty asked, with more feeling this time. "We have the world falling down around our heads and we're just...playing at house. I don't. I." What? What was she feeling? She liked Bobby. She liked him a lot. And he was really, really cute. And okay, that song that he sang at Shinobi's birthday. But was it all real, or just pretend?
"Is that what we're doing?" Bobby heard himself saying, but it didn't quite seem real. Not on top of the crap in the news, and damn it, he'd almost convinced himself this wasn't going to happen. "Because I thought we were dating. Shows what I know. I guess?"
"Don't do that, Bobby. You know what I mean." She rubbed a hand over her eyes. "You know I care about you. But sometimes I'm not sure if it's...you know, caring because we care or caring because we think we're supposed to?"
"I...". Bobby took a deep breath and exhaled. "I don't even know how to answer that," he admitted. "Im not even sure I know what you mean. But if that's how you feel..." Then what? He shrugged, unable to bring himself to say it. He cared. If that wasn't enough, he wasnt sure what would be.
He was shrugging. That pretty much...summed it all up, right? A shrug about their relationship. A shrug in the face everything else that was happening. It was just a shrug. Her eyes got hot, and she lowered her head before he could see. "Yeah. I guess it is."
Bobby's hand reached out, by instinct, and he realized it only as it was about to come into contact with hers. "Right. Okay. You're playing at caring. Because you think you're supposed to." He swallowed hard, his eyes suspiciously bright as he got to his feet. "Y'know Kit, I'm not sure there's a good way to break up with someone? But if there is? This definitely wasn't it. Because unlike you? I wasn't playing."
"I wasn't-!" Kitty started, her head coming up, fire in her eyes. "And you were. Or are! Or. Whatever, you just think of it like a shrug! Shrugging and singing or, joking, or whatever - and we've got bigger problems now than shrugs!"
"Do you think I don't know that?" Bobby shot back. "I watched the news with Kurt, Kitty. And the commentaries after. And checked Twitter, and got a frantic phone call from my Mom, who's freaking out over it all. But someone's gotta crack the jokes, right? Because if no one does, the whole place is going to explode just from built up tension." Or maybe he was. Whichever.
She found herself swallowing around a huge lump in her throat, not even bothering to hide the tears in her eyes at that point. "Sometimes there's no way to crack tension this tight. Sometimes there's no... no coming back from, from terrorists and experiments, and death, and demons and threats of war between the species. Sometimes it's just. It's just too much. And jokes don't. Can't. Help."
Oh shit. Way to go, Drake. Bobby sighed and reached out, intentionally this time, and pulled Kitty in closer. "Then I don't have a clue what to do," he admitted. "The jokes are pretty much all I've got." That, and being there, but they hadn't been enough, had they?
She crumpled against him, arms sliding around his waist. "I'm just so tired."
"I know." He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, his hand rubbing slow circles on her back. "It's been a hell of a month or so." He winced as he realized what he'd said. "Pun actually not intended."
Kitty sighed, curling her fingers in his shirt. "I'm sorry. I like your jokes."
"It's okay. Sometimes I don't stop when I should." Mostly, if he was going to admit it, because if he stopped, he wasn't sure he'd be able to start again, but she didn't need to hear that now. "You want to spend the night in my room? I can ask Kurt to vacate."
She looked up, a little surprised. "Really? I mean, I don't want to kick Kurt out..."
Bobby smiled. "Pretty sure he'll be cool with it. Or we can just grab one of the empties for the night. No one'll say anything."
Kitty nodded. "Yeah. Just. I've been having nightmares lately. I haven't woken Yana yet, but...if something happens, don't freak out."
"I promise a freak-free environment," Bobby said, nodding with full sincerity. "Also pressure free, obviously. I don't promise not to snore, though. I mean, I'll try? But it's a hard thing to guarantee."
The humorous part was somehow lost, however, in the the first part. Kitty blinked at him. "Pressure free?"
"Umm..." Bobby reached up with his free hand to rub at the back of his neck, looking awkward. "You know what I mean. I won't...ugh, you're messing with me, right?"
She pressed her lips together for a moment. "I didn't think you were even thinking of that in the first place."
Should he lie? Prooobably not. "Um, fifteen year old guy with hot girlfriend. Believe me, I've thought of it." Bobby smiled awkwardly and shrugged. "Which doesn't mean I'm going to push you to do anything about it. But yeah, there's been...thinking."
Kitty suddenly felt a little warm, and knew her cheeks probably showed it. "I'd started to think maybe you, uh, didn't."
"Huh?" Bobby stared at her for a moment, his own face warming, then shook his head. "Umm, no. There's been...a lot of thinking. I just didn't...I wasn't sure how to..." He facepalmed. "Talk?" he joked feebly from behind his fingers. "Apparently, I don't know how to talk. Huge surprise, I know."
"Yeah but. Clearly I don't know how to either," Kitty chewed on her lower lip, then reached out to take hold of his fingers, gently peeling them back from his face. "Because...there's been thinking. A lot of it. I mean, I know it looks like I'm totally in my own head half the time anyway..."
"I'd say three quarters, lately. But you've had reason." Bobby dropped his hand, and tangled his fingers with hers. "I didn't realize you were thinking about it too, though," he admitted. "I figured you were busy thinking about...stuff." Which was really specific, but then, there'd been a lot of choices. None of which really involved him.
She sighed quietly and squeezed his hand. "For...all of it."
"I wish I knew how to help," Bobby admitted, his expression sober as he stroked his thumb over the back of her hand.
"That...helps," Kitty breathed, glancing down at the touch, unsure whether she wanted to laugh or cry at the intimate gesture.
Bobby smiled, a little. "I wish I'd known that sooner. Because I'm totally capable of this." He continued stroking her hand lightly, then leaned in and brushed his lips over hers.
Kitty leaned into the kiss, all warmth and touch and something to think about that wasn't the rest of the world.
For a moment, Bobby debated pulling back and checking to make sure Kitty really wanted to be doing this. Because she was pretty messed up, and hell, not so long ago she'd seemed as if she'd wanted to break up. But she'd said it helped, and he wanted to help - not to mention he hadn't lied when he'd said he'd been thinking about this. A lot. And she had too, so...
Bobby reached up, tangled his fingers in her hair, and deepened the kiss. If she didn't want to, she'd tell him.
Finally. Kitty sighed and shifted into his lap, the fingers of her free hand tangling up in his shirt. She almost gasped at the heat that flushed through her, lips parting, breathing him in. Yes, Bobby was a goof, and he may be a dork by some standards, but by most, he was hot, and sweet, and thankfully still her boyfriend despite her idiocy, and all she wanted to do was feel more.
Oh god...Bobby moaned against her lips as she shifted onto his lap, brushing against areas that were far too happy to receive the attention, even if it wasn't deliberate. Even more so if it was, and it was tempting to ask her, but he'd have had to stop kissing her for that, and he wasn't particularly interested in doing that just now, though he did shift his focus, and started kissing along her jawline instead.
Kitty sucked a breath and let her head relax to one side, her hands wandering over his body. "So. Okay. Yeah. You've been thinking about this," she huffed out softly. "Very clearly."
Bobby let out a chuff of laughter, though his already warmed face warmed uncomfortably more. "Umm, yeah. Sorry?" Because what did you say when your girlfriend called you out about a hard on you really couldn't deny, considering she was sitting on your lap?
She laughed softly and smacked his shoulder softly, looking up at him. New bonus: sitting in his lap (boner or no) allowed her to look him in the eye, rather than having to look up. And this? This was nice. This was...this was perfect. "Don't let this go to your head, but you're...so." Hot? Cute? Handsome? Gorgeous? "So kissable," she finally breathed, leaning in to brush her lips against his again.
Huh. As compliments went, it was definitely one of the best he'd ever received, especially since she was following it up with demonstration. He kissed her back, hand stroking tentatively up her side and over the curve of her breast. "Y'know, I'm not going to try to persuade you I'm not if it means you're going to keep doing that," he whispered, then kissed her again.
Kitty shivered at the touch, but grinned against his mouth, nudging her nose softly against his. "So what you're saying is that you agree."
Bobby let out a soft laugh. "Nuh uh. Not agreeing. Just not disagreeing." He bumped his nose against hers, smiled, and kissed her again, because while whether or not he was kissable was questionable, he had no doubt whatsoever that she was.
"Hey um," Kitty took a deep breath. "Yana's taking off for a few days. Do you wanna sleep over tonight?"
"Yeah," Bobby breathed, then pulled back a little to meet her eyes. "If you want me to?"
"I mean. You know, I may not want to do everything we could do in a bed..." Kitty warned him. "But yes?"
"Pretty sure we can find things to do without doing everything," Bobby assured her. He stroked his fingers lightly over the curve of her breast and smiled sheepishly. "Not that I'm exactly an expert on the subject."
She loved when he did that - which was a totally new thing, and she was happy to encourage it, so she leaned into his touch a little, a flush rising on her cheeks. "Good, because I'm kind of flying by the seat of my pants, here."
"I've never, ever understood that expression," Bobby pretended to muse, but then smiled and shrugged. "But that makes two of us, then. Hopefully we can't screw it up too bad?"
Kitty laughed softly, leaning in to kiss him again. "It used to mean a pilot going up in an aircraft with few navigational aids. Literally flying by instinct. So not much different than what we're doing, right?"
"Pretty close, yeah." Bobby laughed softly, then reached up to tangle his hand in her hair and kiss her again, slowly.
The hands in her hair pretty much closed the deal on that one, and soon she was lost in the kiss, curling up against him, completely unaware that they'd begun to drift upward into the air.
Bobby was equally oblivious, lost in the feeling of Kitty's hair tangled through his fingers, her lips against his. At least, he was oblivious until he attempted to shift slightly, and put his free hand down behind him...and realized there was nothing beneath him. "Umm, Kitty? We're kinda floating..."
Kitty blinked, looking up, then down, staring at the couch beneath them. "Oh." And then...because she'd never been able to talk while phased before, she gasped. "Oh!" Suddenly they dropped back to the couch in a little heap.
"Ooof!" Bobby landed on the couch, Kitty atop him. "I wasn't objecting!," he pointed out. "Floating was okay."
"No. That's not. Oh. Wow." Kitty blinked. "We. You were talking. We were phased and you were talking and I was talking."
Bobby's forehead for a moment - it wasn't like they hadn't been talking earlier - before the importance of what she was saying clicked into place. "Oooh. Power surge time!" He grinned. "Obviously we need to make out more often."
Kitty gave him a look. "So you're suggesting that my phasing ability suddenly grew in strength enough to allow us to talk and breathe because I was kissing you?"
"Only if it means we can kiss like that more often?" Bobby teased. He leaned in and kissed her quickly, then pulled back. "So, no. I'm not actually suggesting that. I'm one-track-minding."
Kitty’s lips quirked up. It was more likely that the change was due to all the stress and shock of Magneto’s announcement, but she didn’t need to think about that now. Leaning in, she kissed him again. “One-track-mind away.”
Tempting as that was (and it was, very!) Bobby shook his head. "My one track mindness is calling for a change in venue. You said Yana's gone?" He waggled his eyebrows.
She smiled. "Yeah. She went to find your opposite."
"My - oh, the fire guy?" Bobby smiled back. "No chance she'll be back tonight then?"
Her smile faded, a slight frown crinkling her brow. "Maybe not for a few days, actually. She's running away from the mansion. She doesn't want people to blame her for what Magneto did."
"Why would they blame her? Just because she's making out with the junior terrorist?" Granted, he wasn't really a fan of her roommate, but that didn't make much sense to him. If he was going to blame her for anything, Kitty's injuries were a lot higher on the list.
"I don't know. I guess she thinks some people may see her as some kind of spy or whatever. Or that she knew about this ahead of time, which of course she didn't." Kitty sighed and shrugged her shoulders.
Bobby tightened his arm around her for a hug. "Hey, she'll be fine." Though he had to wonder about her taking off like this. The whole 'people will think I'm a spy' didn't make a lot of sense to him. Knowing about it in advance, though - well, maybe.
He had enough sense not to say either thing, though, and instead wiggled his legs a little and smiled. "C'mon, get up. Pretty sure we can't just float through the ceiling to your room from here."
She huffed softly, then slipped off of his lap, standing to tug him up by a hand as well. "Next, I'll learn how to float while cuddled up on the couch."
"Do you think practicing it'll require more makeout sessions?" Bobby asked pseudo-innocently. "Because I can definitely help you out with those."
"So basically, you're all for more makeout sessions if it will help my powers?" Kitty laughed. "You're as bad as Billy."
"Hold it - you're making out with Billy for help with your powers? How am I only just now finding out about this?" Bobby's eyebrows climbed and he tried for a look of astonishment, but his lips refused to stop twitching, which kind of blew the whole thing.
Kitty rolled her eyes, then leaned up to kiss him. "Pretty sure the only person that Billy wants to be making out with right now is Teddy. And he's the one making out for help with his powers. Apparently he's been having control issues with his electricity when they're...you know. He wanted to know if you and I have the same problem."
Bobby let out a snort of laughter. "What'd you tell him?" Because...okay, there'd been a couple of sinking-through-the-furniture incidents, but they hadn't been any big deal. And so far, at least, he'd managed not to freeze the room. "And is that how the power shorted out a few weeks back?"
"No, that was something different," Kitty admitted. "But what do you think I told him? That we're perfect? Of course I said that we - I - have had problems. Then he suggested that we practice to train my power and I about smacked him."
"Seems fair. Though hey. One more excuse to "practice"?" Bobby waggled his eyebrows and led the way to the door. "Look at it this way - now you can tell him he obviously isn't doing something right. You got a power boost." He winked at her.
Kitty groaned. "Ohmygosh, you're impossible."
As soon as she left Tommy and Billy, Kitty phased out into the foyer and took a deep breath. Looking down at her phone, she texted,
Meet me in sun room.
Even though, you know, it wasn't actually sunny. Partly because it was night time. Partly because the world was HORRIBLE AND UGLY, Kitty reflected. With a sigh, she hobbled and hopped her way over there, finally flopping down onto a comfy couch. Leaning over, she turned on one of the little reading lamps, then opened Twitter on her phone. She was kind of sorry she did.
Leaving Kurt to his own devices, Bobby made his way to the sun room, where he found Kitty already flopped on the couch reading something on her phone. Given her expression, he had a pretty good idea what. "Nuh uh. Turn off the news feed," he said as he came over and plopped down next to her. "You're going to depress yourself." He should know. He and Kurt had already gotten plenty depressed, watching.
Kitty looked up at him, frowning. "Too late."
Bobby sighed and slipped his arm around Kitty's shoulders for a half hug. "Yeah. Thank you, Mr. Buckethead, for ruining a perfectly good evening and a Trivia Crack streak, and for oh-so-decisively drawing a very nice line in the sand and daring most of the world's population to step over it. What would we have done without that today?"
Her lips actually quirked in a tiny smile at the 'Mr. Buckethead' crack. Bobby had a way of comforting her even when the whole world was turning upside down. Putting her phone away, she leaned into him, curling her arms around his middle. "Can't we just get a break? Just one little one?"
"Hmmm. Starting to think not," Bobby mused. He tightened his arm around her and rubbed her shoulder. "On the other hand, what would we do with a break? You'd mess around in your workshop,giving people new and improved phones and contributing to online addictions, and Tommy and I would come up with new and creative ways to nearly accidentally kill ourselves. It could be all the crises are actually preventing self-destruction?" He craned his head to see her face, and grinned a little. "Ya think?" Okay, he didn't believe it either, but coming up with ways to make Kitty smile and smack him was at least less depressing than thinking about what was actually important.
Except she didn't smile, or smack him. Instead, she just sort of looked at him, a little hazily. "Is that all we are? All we do?" The thought was almost as terrifying as what they faced from the public. Was she reduced to just working on tech? She was fourteen years old. She should be worrying about teenage drama. She should have what Billy and Teddy had - this whirlwind, hot and heavy teenage romance. Why didn't she have that? Why didn't either of them?
She stared at Bobby a little blankly, and maybe it was everything that had happened...or maybe it was the constant nightmares, or maybe it was Magneto and his ultimatum, and the threat they all would face. Maybe it was the fact that she was too weak to protect herself, or the fact that Nolan Himself Ross was at the school now, with all of his billions of dollars and an entire company behind the tech he could provide for them. Maybe it was all of it.
"Why are we doing this?" she breathed.
Doing what? It was on the tip of his tongue to ask, to pretend he had no idea what she was talking about - but he caught the look in her eyes, and for once the obvious retort died unspoken. "I don't know," he admitted instead. "Because someone has to, I guess?" He grimaced and shrugged, then tilted his head and rested his cheek against the top of her head. "I'm not exactly good with the deep answers. I guess...I'm doing it, because you're doing it, and Kurt's doing it, and Tommy, and Scott, and...what else would I be doing?"
"I mean," and yes, Kitty had meant that, "yes. This. But also." She took a deep breath, sitting back. "Us. Why are we doing...us?"
"Ummm...I thought you wanted to be doing...us." Bobby straightened back up, with a sick feeling in his stomach not unlike the one he got whenever they had dinner at his Aunt Gladys' house, but a thousand times worse. Here it came, then. He'd figured it would eventually, but he'd actually started to hope... "Did you not? I mean, want to be?"
"Do you?" Kitty asked, with more feeling this time. "We have the world falling down around our heads and we're just...playing at house. I don't. I." What? What was she feeling? She liked Bobby. She liked him a lot. And he was really, really cute. And okay, that song that he sang at Shinobi's birthday. But was it all real, or just pretend?
"Is that what we're doing?" Bobby heard himself saying, but it didn't quite seem real. Not on top of the crap in the news, and damn it, he'd almost convinced himself this wasn't going to happen. "Because I thought we were dating. Shows what I know. I guess?"
"Don't do that, Bobby. You know what I mean." She rubbed a hand over her eyes. "You know I care about you. But sometimes I'm not sure if it's...you know, caring because we care or caring because we think we're supposed to?"
"I...". Bobby took a deep breath and exhaled. "I don't even know how to answer that," he admitted. "Im not even sure I know what you mean. But if that's how you feel..." Then what? He shrugged, unable to bring himself to say it. He cared. If that wasn't enough, he wasnt sure what would be.
He was shrugging. That pretty much...summed it all up, right? A shrug about their relationship. A shrug in the face everything else that was happening. It was just a shrug. Her eyes got hot, and she lowered her head before he could see. "Yeah. I guess it is."
Bobby's hand reached out, by instinct, and he realized it only as it was about to come into contact with hers. "Right. Okay. You're playing at caring. Because you think you're supposed to." He swallowed hard, his eyes suspiciously bright as he got to his feet. "Y'know Kit, I'm not sure there's a good way to break up with someone? But if there is? This definitely wasn't it. Because unlike you? I wasn't playing."
"I wasn't-!" Kitty started, her head coming up, fire in her eyes. "And you were. Or are! Or. Whatever, you just think of it like a shrug! Shrugging and singing or, joking, or whatever - and we've got bigger problems now than shrugs!"
"Do you think I don't know that?" Bobby shot back. "I watched the news with Kurt, Kitty. And the commentaries after. And checked Twitter, and got a frantic phone call from my Mom, who's freaking out over it all. But someone's gotta crack the jokes, right? Because if no one does, the whole place is going to explode just from built up tension." Or maybe he was. Whichever.
She found herself swallowing around a huge lump in her throat, not even bothering to hide the tears in her eyes at that point. "Sometimes there's no way to crack tension this tight. Sometimes there's no... no coming back from, from terrorists and experiments, and death, and demons and threats of war between the species. Sometimes it's just. It's just too much. And jokes don't. Can't. Help."
Oh shit. Way to go, Drake. Bobby sighed and reached out, intentionally this time, and pulled Kitty in closer. "Then I don't have a clue what to do," he admitted. "The jokes are pretty much all I've got." That, and being there, but they hadn't been enough, had they?
She crumpled against him, arms sliding around his waist. "I'm just so tired."
"I know." He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, his hand rubbing slow circles on her back. "It's been a hell of a month or so." He winced as he realized what he'd said. "Pun actually not intended."
Kitty sighed, curling her fingers in his shirt. "I'm sorry. I like your jokes."
"It's okay. Sometimes I don't stop when I should." Mostly, if he was going to admit it, because if he stopped, he wasn't sure he'd be able to start again, but she didn't need to hear that now. "You want to spend the night in my room? I can ask Kurt to vacate."
She looked up, a little surprised. "Really? I mean, I don't want to kick Kurt out..."
Bobby smiled. "Pretty sure he'll be cool with it. Or we can just grab one of the empties for the night. No one'll say anything."
Kitty nodded. "Yeah. Just. I've been having nightmares lately. I haven't woken Yana yet, but...if something happens, don't freak out."
"I promise a freak-free environment," Bobby said, nodding with full sincerity. "Also pressure free, obviously. I don't promise not to snore, though. I mean, I'll try? But it's a hard thing to guarantee."
The humorous part was somehow lost, however, in the the first part. Kitty blinked at him. "Pressure free?"
"Umm..." Bobby reached up with his free hand to rub at the back of his neck, looking awkward. "You know what I mean. I won't...ugh, you're messing with me, right?"
She pressed her lips together for a moment. "I didn't think you were even thinking of that in the first place."
Should he lie? Prooobably not. "Um, fifteen year old guy with hot girlfriend. Believe me, I've thought of it." Bobby smiled awkwardly and shrugged. "Which doesn't mean I'm going to push you to do anything about it. But yeah, there's been...thinking."
Kitty suddenly felt a little warm, and knew her cheeks probably showed it. "I'd started to think maybe you, uh, didn't."
"Huh?" Bobby stared at her for a moment, his own face warming, then shook his head. "Umm, no. There's been...a lot of thinking. I just didn't...I wasn't sure how to..." He facepalmed. "Talk?" he joked feebly from behind his fingers. "Apparently, I don't know how to talk. Huge surprise, I know."
"Yeah but. Clearly I don't know how to either," Kitty chewed on her lower lip, then reached out to take hold of his fingers, gently peeling them back from his face. "Because...there's been thinking. A lot of it. I mean, I know it looks like I'm totally in my own head half the time anyway..."
"I'd say three quarters, lately. But you've had reason." Bobby dropped his hand, and tangled his fingers with hers. "I didn't realize you were thinking about it too, though," he admitted. "I figured you were busy thinking about...stuff." Which was really specific, but then, there'd been a lot of choices. None of which really involved him.
She sighed quietly and squeezed his hand. "For...all of it."
"I wish I knew how to help," Bobby admitted, his expression sober as he stroked his thumb over the back of her hand.
"That...helps," Kitty breathed, glancing down at the touch, unsure whether she wanted to laugh or cry at the intimate gesture.
Bobby smiled, a little. "I wish I'd known that sooner. Because I'm totally capable of this." He continued stroking her hand lightly, then leaned in and brushed his lips over hers.
Kitty leaned into the kiss, all warmth and touch and something to think about that wasn't the rest of the world.
For a moment, Bobby debated pulling back and checking to make sure Kitty really wanted to be doing this. Because she was pretty messed up, and hell, not so long ago she'd seemed as if she'd wanted to break up. But she'd said it helped, and he wanted to help - not to mention he hadn't lied when he'd said he'd been thinking about this. A lot. And she had too, so...
Bobby reached up, tangled his fingers in her hair, and deepened the kiss. If she didn't want to, she'd tell him.
Finally. Kitty sighed and shifted into his lap, the fingers of her free hand tangling up in his shirt. She almost gasped at the heat that flushed through her, lips parting, breathing him in. Yes, Bobby was a goof, and he may be a dork by some standards, but by most, he was hot, and sweet, and thankfully still her boyfriend despite her idiocy, and all she wanted to do was feel more.
Oh god...Bobby moaned against her lips as she shifted onto his lap, brushing against areas that were far too happy to receive the attention, even if it wasn't deliberate. Even more so if it was, and it was tempting to ask her, but he'd have had to stop kissing her for that, and he wasn't particularly interested in doing that just now, though he did shift his focus, and started kissing along her jawline instead.
Kitty sucked a breath and let her head relax to one side, her hands wandering over his body. "So. Okay. Yeah. You've been thinking about this," she huffed out softly. "Very clearly."
Bobby let out a chuff of laughter, though his already warmed face warmed uncomfortably more. "Umm, yeah. Sorry?" Because what did you say when your girlfriend called you out about a hard on you really couldn't deny, considering she was sitting on your lap?
She laughed softly and smacked his shoulder softly, looking up at him. New bonus: sitting in his lap (boner or no) allowed her to look him in the eye, rather than having to look up. And this? This was nice. This was...this was perfect. "Don't let this go to your head, but you're...so." Hot? Cute? Handsome? Gorgeous? "So kissable," she finally breathed, leaning in to brush her lips against his again.
Huh. As compliments went, it was definitely one of the best he'd ever received, especially since she was following it up with demonstration. He kissed her back, hand stroking tentatively up her side and over the curve of her breast. "Y'know, I'm not going to try to persuade you I'm not if it means you're going to keep doing that," he whispered, then kissed her again.
Kitty shivered at the touch, but grinned against his mouth, nudging her nose softly against his. "So what you're saying is that you agree."
Bobby let out a soft laugh. "Nuh uh. Not agreeing. Just not disagreeing." He bumped his nose against hers, smiled, and kissed her again, because while whether or not he was kissable was questionable, he had no doubt whatsoever that she was.
"Hey um," Kitty took a deep breath. "Yana's taking off for a few days. Do you wanna sleep over tonight?"
"Yeah," Bobby breathed, then pulled back a little to meet her eyes. "If you want me to?"
"I mean. You know, I may not want to do everything we could do in a bed..." Kitty warned him. "But yes?"
"Pretty sure we can find things to do without doing everything," Bobby assured her. He stroked his fingers lightly over the curve of her breast and smiled sheepishly. "Not that I'm exactly an expert on the subject."
She loved when he did that - which was a totally new thing, and she was happy to encourage it, so she leaned into his touch a little, a flush rising on her cheeks. "Good, because I'm kind of flying by the seat of my pants, here."
"I've never, ever understood that expression," Bobby pretended to muse, but then smiled and shrugged. "But that makes two of us, then. Hopefully we can't screw it up too bad?"
Kitty laughed softly, leaning in to kiss him again. "It used to mean a pilot going up in an aircraft with few navigational aids. Literally flying by instinct. So not much different than what we're doing, right?"
"Pretty close, yeah." Bobby laughed softly, then reached up to tangle his hand in her hair and kiss her again, slowly.
The hands in her hair pretty much closed the deal on that one, and soon she was lost in the kiss, curling up against him, completely unaware that they'd begun to drift upward into the air.
Bobby was equally oblivious, lost in the feeling of Kitty's hair tangled through his fingers, her lips against his. At least, he was oblivious until he attempted to shift slightly, and put his free hand down behind him...and realized there was nothing beneath him. "Umm, Kitty? We're kinda floating..."
Kitty blinked, looking up, then down, staring at the couch beneath them. "Oh." And then...because she'd never been able to talk while phased before, she gasped. "Oh!" Suddenly they dropped back to the couch in a little heap.
"Ooof!" Bobby landed on the couch, Kitty atop him. "I wasn't objecting!," he pointed out. "Floating was okay."
"No. That's not. Oh. Wow." Kitty blinked. "We. You were talking. We were phased and you were talking and I was talking."
Bobby's forehead for a moment - it wasn't like they hadn't been talking earlier - before the importance of what she was saying clicked into place. "Oooh. Power surge time!" He grinned. "Obviously we need to make out more often."
Kitty gave him a look. "So you're suggesting that my phasing ability suddenly grew in strength enough to allow us to talk and breathe because I was kissing you?"
"Only if it means we can kiss like that more often?" Bobby teased. He leaned in and kissed her quickly, then pulled back. "So, no. I'm not actually suggesting that. I'm one-track-minding."
Kitty’s lips quirked up. It was more likely that the change was due to all the stress and shock of Magneto’s announcement, but she didn’t need to think about that now. Leaning in, she kissed him again. “One-track-mind away.”
Tempting as that was (and it was, very!) Bobby shook his head. "My one track mindness is calling for a change in venue. You said Yana's gone?" He waggled his eyebrows.
She smiled. "Yeah. She went to find your opposite."
"My - oh, the fire guy?" Bobby smiled back. "No chance she'll be back tonight then?"
Her smile faded, a slight frown crinkling her brow. "Maybe not for a few days, actually. She's running away from the mansion. She doesn't want people to blame her for what Magneto did."
"Why would they blame her? Just because she's making out with the junior terrorist?" Granted, he wasn't really a fan of her roommate, but that didn't make much sense to him. If he was going to blame her for anything, Kitty's injuries were a lot higher on the list.
"I don't know. I guess she thinks some people may see her as some kind of spy or whatever. Or that she knew about this ahead of time, which of course she didn't." Kitty sighed and shrugged her shoulders.
Bobby tightened his arm around her for a hug. "Hey, she'll be fine." Though he had to wonder about her taking off like this. The whole 'people will think I'm a spy' didn't make a lot of sense to him. Knowing about it in advance, though - well, maybe.
He had enough sense not to say either thing, though, and instead wiggled his legs a little and smiled. "C'mon, get up. Pretty sure we can't just float through the ceiling to your room from here."
She huffed softly, then slipped off of his lap, standing to tug him up by a hand as well. "Next, I'll learn how to float while cuddled up on the couch."
"Do you think practicing it'll require more makeout sessions?" Bobby asked pseudo-innocently. "Because I can definitely help you out with those."
"So basically, you're all for more makeout sessions if it will help my powers?" Kitty laughed. "You're as bad as Billy."
"Hold it - you're making out with Billy for help with your powers? How am I only just now finding out about this?" Bobby's eyebrows climbed and he tried for a look of astonishment, but his lips refused to stop twitching, which kind of blew the whole thing.
Kitty rolled her eyes, then leaned up to kiss him. "Pretty sure the only person that Billy wants to be making out with right now is Teddy. And he's the one making out for help with his powers. Apparently he's been having control issues with his electricity when they're...you know. He wanted to know if you and I have the same problem."
Bobby let out a snort of laughter. "What'd you tell him?" Because...okay, there'd been a couple of sinking-through-the-furniture incidents, but they hadn't been any big deal. And so far, at least, he'd managed not to freeze the room. "And is that how the power shorted out a few weeks back?"
"No, that was something different," Kitty admitted. "But what do you think I told him? That we're perfect? Of course I said that we - I - have had problems. Then he suggested that we practice to train my power and I about smacked him."
"Seems fair. Though hey. One more excuse to "practice"?" Bobby waggled his eyebrows and led the way to the door. "Look at it this way - now you can tell him he obviously isn't doing something right. You got a power boost." He winked at her.
Kitty groaned. "Ohmygosh, you're impossible."
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