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I tried so hard to be good
⇢ This was, by far, her favourite part of the day, her favourite part of everyday, in fact. Even before they had gotten engaged visits from the Freedom Force fighter had been a daily occurrence, much to a lot of people – make that mutants – disapproval. “He’s no good for you!” “He’s so old!” “He used to be a criminal!” Had been the exclamation prior to every visit, when she’d sit on the door step with her head in hands as she told her former-friend and teammates to “Shut the hell up” and “Mind their own business.” Of course, Kristen Sparks, designated leader of the X-Men and now-fiancé of the institute’s telepathic medic, had been the biggest supported in the Anti-Lance campaign, and had sporadically thrown him out of the mansion head first. In fact, they had gotten betrothed after a particularly nasty Anti-Lance streak of Kristen’s that had seen his flesh-on-flesh collision with Rogue, and resulted in the seventeen year old having to give him mouth-to-mouth while Cyclops took care of the chest compressions. It had also later resulted in the untouchable teen’s disorientated venturing into her bedroom, but that was another story. Kitty still received the occasional spiteful remark of “What are you marrying him for?” but it was easy to ignore that type of thing now, considering that she had a whole list of reasons. ⇠
To see grey instead of black and white
⇢ Katherine had pulled on a pair of white jeans that morning, one of the many pairs of pants she had purchased while shopping with Kristen and Jean. On the same shopping trip she had even pleaded with the two of them until they agreed to look at – and try on in the redhead’s case – lingerie, for her honeymoon naturally. According to the telepath the twenty-one year old had had her arms crossed and a scowl on her face the whole time, clearly still not impressed about the upcoming nuptials, or maybe it was just the wild sex that Shakedown had promised, sex with an underage girl nevertheless. Still, the leader of the X-Men didn’t try to dissuade her “little sister” from calling the whole thing off, ShadowCat had that to be thankful for at least. Even when the younger mutant was in one of her really bad funks, fretting over what possibly had to offer for the twenty-six year old male, Cyclops managed to assure her that she was needed in the former Brotherhood member’s life one way or another. Today she had also donned a relatively tight black t-shirt, despite the whether, and was currently without her signature sunglasses, the pair Lance wrestled off of her whenever they were alone, because apparently her sightless eyes were beautiful. Whether she believed him the brunette was still unsure, which was why she still insisted on wearing them in public. Not that she wasn’t in public now, she just had a feeling that they would soon be moving their little welcome home party into the confines of one of their own rooms, just for kissing of course, because God forbid they do the unthinkable before they were wed. And even if Shakedown didn’t want to retreat into the shadows with his wife-to-be just yet it would be a simple task to retrieve her glasses from his room, where she had taken them off.⇠
And now I can't see anything at all
⇢ The ghost girl waited patiently as her fiancé’s footsteps came nearer and nearer, evidence that he hadn’t been too far away to hear her and had gladly taken up the approach. She let out a laugh at his words, which actually transformed into a delighted squeal as he lifted her up off the floor. Kitty let her legs hang straight, but was quick to put her hands on his strong shoulders, giggling like a four year old as he spun her around. His protective and often possessive arms may have been her favourite place to be, but there was nothing that could compete with the way he brought his lips crashing down on hers, like a tsunami on an unsuspecting tide. Yeah, nothing could ever compete with kissing her man. When she eventually withdrew her lips, reluctantly mind you, she dropped herself back to the floor, pushing some stray chocolate coloured waved out of her face, never mind that they tumbled back into the same state not ten seconds later. “You’re not, like, allowed to call me that yet, y’know.” she pouted, tilting her head back so her blind eyes would at least be looking at his face, if not locking of the male’s own eyes. “And as for the seducing…” she let her sensitive fingers trail down over his pecks, then his form abs before her hands secured themselves around his hip bones. “I won’t tell if you won’t.” Kitty was teasing; of course, there was no way either of them were going to let that happen. All she had really been suggesting when she spoke of rewarding “her hero” had been a kiss or two, which she had willingly received, but seeing as Lance had brought it up, by not taunt him a little?⇠
  
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