n e v e r . b e e n . k i s s e d

Never Been Kissed
[by victoria p.]

Rating: G

Summary: Sweet sixteen and never been kissed.

Notes: Thanks as always to Jen, Pete/Melissa, Dot, and Meg. Written for Anonymous, who requested Kitty/Piotr kissage

Date: June 28, 2004

Sweet sixteen and never been kissed. Kitty's heard it more times than she can count, and she can count pretty damn high.

The thing is, there really hasn't been anyone she's wanted to kiss before. Sure, Mr. Summers is hot, and everybody drools over Wolverine, but even if they were single, neither would look in her direction. She's cute, but she's no Jean Grey.

Which is fine, because she's seen the things love does to people, remembers how torn up and broken Mr. Summers looked when Dr. Grey died. It doesn't matter that she's alive now, and back at the school. And don't even start on the different love triangles and trapezoids and octagons everyone's involved in -- and that's just the teachers.

So Kitty's been perfectly happy to sit and listen to her roommates gush over whichever boy they've been seeing, and to read novels that involve more than heaving bosoms and breathy promises of forever

Until recently.

Recently, whenever she sees Piotr, she gets a funny little feeling in her belly, and, even more embarrassing, lower down. A feeling she'd like to explore with him rather than by herself.

She's sure she blushes whenever he walks by, and last Thursday she phased her hand through her physics book when he asked her if there was any ice cream left.

But she and Rahne have sneaked some of Logan's beer from the fridge, and Kitty's feeling reckless tonight.

When Piotr brushes by her on the stairs and smiles, Kitty takes a chance and, using the element of surprise (and the height advantage of being two steps above him) pushes him against the wall and plants her lips on his.

It's electric, shocking, like the first time she ever phased. Every nerve in her body is jolted to full alert as she licks at Piotr's lips.

His hands are large but gentle on her shoulders when he puts her from him. "Katya, what--"

"I've never been kissed. I wanted to know what it's like," she blurts, all in one breath, face flaming. She waits for him to laugh, ready to phase through the wall to escape, if necessary.

He smiles, though, and there's no mockery in it. "Ah. Always investigating. Well, then," he says, and one hand cups her cheek as his other arm wraps around her waist, pulling her close.

He licks at her lips and she opens to him, quivering at the feel of his tongue in her mouth, sliding over hers, hot and slick. Her eyes flutter closed and her knees turn to water; she leans heavily against him, knowing he won't let her fall.

This time when he pulls away, they're both breathing rapidly, and he brushes her hair behind her ear, running his thumb over her newly sensitive lips.

The front door opens somewhere below, and Piotr is down the stairs before Kitty can say more than, "Oh."

But now she understands what the fuss is all about, and is already thinking of ways to do it again.

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