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Katherine "Kitty" Pryde was crouched on all fours with her ear to the ground. She was trying to listen, but it was hard to hear anything over the sound of her own heart, which she swears hasn't beat that hard since she was chased through the mansion by a demon that fateful Christmas.* Finally she heard it. Heavy footsteps in the hall, one door open, close. She knew exactly how long she had to wait, less than 30 seconds, but an eternity considering how ready for action she was. "1, 2, 3," She stretches, arching her back and looking much like her feline namesake. "4, 5, 6," A shiver runs down her spine. "7, 8, 9, 10..."
The excitement becomes too much to bear, and Kitty slips through the floor into the dark, familiar hallway of Charles Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. She takes a deep breath before walking right through the thick wood door right into the room of one Piotr Rasputin. He starts when he sees her, though at this point, it's hardly surprising for her to pull a stunt like this.
"Katya, you startle me. You shouldn't be out of bed, you'll be caught again."
"Please, Piotr. I've never been caught, and besides... I can walk on air now." kitty takes a few steps up, so even her 5'5" frame is towering over him. She then let's herself drop into his arms. "See? Nothing to worry about."
He leans down and kisses her hard on the mouth. "I'm sorry, Katya. That was... Too rash." he let's her go.
"No, no. Just rash enough." Kitty grabs his shoulder. He turns to her, "You're sure you want this?"
"No, I just snuck into your bedroom after curfew for extra training."
"That was... Sarcasm?"
"That it was."
"Hey, I'm getting better at that." Kitty reached up , grabbing his collar, pulling his face down to meet hers. He grabs her waist, holding her ribcage like it's the only thing anchoring him to the floor. She puts her hand on his stomach, feeling the paint stains scattered along his shirt. He rubs his hands down her thighs, and she leads him to his bed. He moves his hands to her ass, picking her up, as she wraps her legs around him. He lays down on his bed, so she is now on top of him. Being so big, Piotr has had to learn to be very delicate in his movements, a fact which Kitty was now reaping the benefits of as he slid his thumb gently down her panties. He ran it across her pussy, feeling how wet she already was and began making little circles around her clit. Kitty began biting his ear lobe as she worked her hand under his shirt eventually getting it off. "Would you mind..." Piotr tugged at her waistband.
"No problem, comrade." She mocked, phasing and allowing him to pull the underpants free.
"Ah, much better." He said, getting back to it with renewed enthusiasm. When the time felt right, he slipped two fingers into her pussy, causing her to let out a moan. He pumped his hand in and out, in and out. Kitty got a wicked grin on her face as she reached her fingers into the waistband of Piotr's jeans and boxers, whipping them both off in one quick motion.
"Ta da."
"You're getting really good at that."
Kitty Pryde had waited for this moment for this moment for a very long time. There'd been too many evenings spent necking in the mansions garden, never getting any further than a quick fingering if she was lucky. Tonight though... She was going to get a lot further.
