ax_main | Bobby and Kitty Post-Party

Bobby takes a drunken Kitty back to her room, and ends up staying.

Kitty was drunk.

Granted, she was absolutely adorable when drunk. Even more so than she usually was, Bobby mused, though that might be partially because he wasn't entirely sober himself. But she was drunk, so he was doing the Right Thing and taking her back to her room to sleep it off.

Sometimes, doing the right thing really kinda sucked.

"Aaaand we're here," he said, unwinding his arm from around her and holding his hand out for her key.

Kitty leaaaaaned against him and patted a pocket, then another one, giggling softly when she gave up. "Whateevvver, doors are for losers!" Then she grabbed the front of his shirt and tugged them both through the door to the other side. They started to slip through the floor, but she caught it, laughing outright as she pulled them both up out of the floorboards. "Whoops!"

"Are you gonna be okay if I leave you alone?" Bobby asked, wondering if she should just stay until Illyana got back. If Kitty was falling through solid objects - well, if nothing else, someone should be there to go find out where she'd fallen to.

"Of course I am," Kitty winked, or tried to wink, then her expression slipped as a wave of dizziness came over her. "Oh. No. Nope."

"Whoa! Okay, hold on here." Bobby wrapped his arm around her tighter and started urging her towards her bed. "You need to lie down," he pointed out with a grin.

She held onto him, but let him lead her toward the bed, because yeah, she needed the bed. When she was finally horizontal, she tugged him onto the bed with her, still clinging. "Don't go."

"Not going anywhere, check. Though if you let go for a minute, I can get you some water and come right back," Bobby pointed out as he sat down next to her.

Kitty let go, waving vaguely at the mini-fridge nearby. "Water. Yes. Hydration." Then she pouted. "Wait, you're like Iceman - make me some water!"

"I can't make water, just ice," Bobby pointed out, trying not to laugh. "And I don't have anything to put it in. But I promise to keep your bottle full, how's that?"

"And cold," Kitty told him hopefully. "And less spinny."

"I'm not sure I can make your water less spinny, but I'll try, okay?" He leaned down to kiss her lightly, with the intent of getting up afterwards to get the water.

The kiss was warm, and steady, and for a moment, her head wasn't spinning quite so much. (Which was strange, because Bobby usually made her head spin.) She reached up and curled her fingers in the front of his shirt, pulling him closer. "No, stay."

"You sure?" Bobby asked doubtfully, though taking her at her word, he stretched out next to her. "I thought you wanted water?"

"I do," she pouted, but slipped arm around him, trying to wrap herself around him. "But you're all not spinny."

"Well y'know, I pride myself on that. Definitely non-spinny." Bobby wrapped an arm over her and tilted his head to rest his forehead against hers. "But I'm pretty sure I can't get you water and keep you from spinning at the same time."

Kitty took a deep breath. "Promise?"

Bobby reviewed what he'd just said, trying to figure out what he could possibly be promising, then shrugged and smiled. He wasn't sure it mattered at this point, anyway. "Sure. Promise."

So Kitty let him up anyway, because that seemed correct. Right or correct? One of those. "Hey, you know Billy?"

Bobby got up before she could change her mind, and went over to the mini-fridge she'd pointed out earlier. "Billy? Yeah, I delivered his X-shirt when he got here. Seems like a nice guy. Why?" He grinned. "Please tell me he's not taking my place as a not-spinny object? Because I'd be pretty bummed about that."

"No. No, Billy is pretty spinny. A lot spinny," Kitty decided, wriggling around on her bed until she was somehow in her purple unicorn pajama pants and not her jeans. The shirt should go too, but she couldn't make that happen yet.

Bobby grinned. "What makes Billy spinny?"

"Because he's...he's..." Kitty frowned, thinking. "I don't know. There was this awkward thing with him and his roommate and I just stood there like, why did that happen?"

"What kind of awkward thing?" Bobby frowned and came over to sit down on the edge of the bed, holding out the bottle of water.

Kitty took the water and drank, propping herself up against a bunch of pillows. "I don't know. Oh! Hey, do you want to play Dungeons and Dragons with them? They want me to DM and we need more players and I said I would ask my ice boy."

"Well, consider me asked, then. And sure, I guess. I've never played, though." He eyed her curiously. "You were asking me about Billy, though?"

"Billy's a good hugger," she grinned, then reached for him. "Stay tonight? Yana won't care."

"You sure about that?" he asked skeptically, though he shifted to lie down next to her. "I'm pretty sure I'm not exactly on Yana's favorite people list." He smiled and raised his eyebrows. "Do I need to worry about Billy's awesome hugging skills? Or are you just telling me in case I find myself in need of a hug?"

Kitty slid down against him, sipping water and holding onto him. "I think Billy likes someone."

"Oh yeah? Who?" Bobby wrapped his arm over her loosely.

"That's telling," Kitty stuck her tongue out at him. Then she decided to kiss him because he was there and he was very kissable. And not-spinny.

Taken by surprise, it was a moment before Bobby kissed her back, reaching up to brush her hair back from her face as he did.

Kitty didn't care, deepening the kiss, parting her lips and reaching up with a hand to brush her fingers through his hair. She wanted to be closer - to touch all over, like she'd told Illyana. It was like flying.

Wow. Bobby shifted closer as Kitty deepened the kiss, his hand tangling in her hair. He should, he figured, point out that she'd maybe had a little too much to drink. Be a gentleman. And he would, he promised himself, before it went any further than they'd gone before. For right now, though...yeah. This was definitely okay.

She definitely did not have enough hands to be touching him. One was full of water bottle - which she supposed she should be drinking. Except all she wanted to drink was him. Her free hand skimmed down his back, then flitted over his ass, firming in bold caress as she gained courage.

And...that definitely fell in the category of things they hadn't done before. Very, very reluctantly, Bobby pulled back and tried to meet Kitty's eyes. "Umm, Kitty? Are you...I mean, you've had a lot to drink. Are you sure you want to be doing this? I mean, now?"

She squinted at him, like she was trying to remember what she was supposed to do, because really, if Bobby was trying to steer her onto a moral path, then something was definitely wrong. "Maybe....later?" she finally decided.

"Definitely later." Bobby smiled crookedly and shrugged, hating himself more than a little. "Don't get me wrong, Kit, I like this. A lot. Like, a whole lot. I just...don't want to do anything you're going to hate me for in the morning."

"I couldn't hate you," Kitty grinned softly at him. "You brought me water, and you're not-spinny, and you're a goofball but I love it, and even when you mess up, you've got those eyes like you're trying to make up for the whole world's mistakes, and I just want you to stay with me tonight, please?"

"I..." For a moment, Bobby was actually rendered speechless (Did she honestly think that? Or was it just because she was drunk?) But he cleared his throat and nodded. "Yeah. If you want me to stay, I'll stay."

"Good," she smiled, taking a sip of water and pulling him closer as she closed her eyes. "That's...good."

Bobby smiled too, reached down to tug up her comforter so she wouldn't get cold, and wrapped his arm back over her. "Yeah. It really is."