Kitty Pryde

Bobby stopped. “Oh, that’s your game, eh?” He took her by her hips and forced her down on the bed. He met her eyes and winked, then he moved to her neck and started a soft hum, which he thought she would enjoy.

THIS IS JUST THE MUN RAMBLING AS SHE ASKS THE IMPORTANT QUESTIONS.

"What?" Bobby looked over her for a second, that sly grin he hadn’t seen in months back on her face. The one that was mostly used when the two joked together. Not this time though, this one was for power, dominance over Bobby in this nervous state. And if Kitty wanted her ego stroked once in a while, he didn’t have a problem supplying that for her.

"Well you're with me right now aren't you?" She knew full well what he meant but by now she wasn't sure if she was making excuses or just trying to push him into saying something he wasn't comfortable saying, just to make sure he wasn't thinking entirely with his dick... or maybe that's what she was trying to make sure he was doing.

"Well, to be honest, the only thing that hasn’t touched something else is still under my…" he pointed to his boxer briefs. "Uhh, yeah." He gave a nervous giggle.

Bobby sighed, as he was rather happy that they just outright admitted their feelings to one another, and thankfully it wasn’t unrequited. He moved a little bit closer, assuming his position on top of her lap. 

Her reaction was exactly what he wanted, although she wasn't sure if it was because of the action or the cold that seemed to radiate from his ice form. Either way she wasn't about to complain about how it felt.

"Kitty…" he moved back from her slightly, "remember what happened last year? The freaking twelve months I spent not having any contact with you because of how you left me. How I’ve been here, just kind of living life without one of my best friends? How that now she’s back, I can’t stop thinking about her and what it would be like if things went differently."

She averted her eyes, was he trying to guilt trip her? If he was it was working. "I thought about that every day," she admitted after a few moments. "I shouldn't have reacted the way I did. I regretted it so much... because while I got texts and phonecalls from nearly everyone else on the team I never heard a word from you and for a while I thought I hated you for it. You'd done that stupid thing at the wrong time. And then I realized, it was as much my fault as it was yours. I didn't kiss you back and then I just ran away like some scared little puppy. Yeah, you didn't call or text me but I could have just as easily picked up my phone and tried to contact you myself but I guess part of me was scared of being hurt. Scared that the kiss was just another one of your jokes. That my feelings were something you thought could be played with like some doll."

"Could’ve fooled me." He said with a grin and climbed back on to the bed. "Now, as for my idea. There is a few parts of my body that have been left untouched." He swung his leg over her and straddled her.

"Goddamn it, Pryde." He shoved himself up and out of the bed. "Do I really have to lay it out for you? I-I-UGH! Fine! You know what, fine." He said as he started to take off his shirt. He began to mumble something about ‘girls’ and ‘hints’. After that, his jeans were next, the buckle undone on his belt and there they were on the floor all too suddenly. 

She sat up and watched him undress with a mischievous grin on her face, wondering how far she could push him before she'd actually have to say something.