Kitty watched Bobby carefully. In the weeks since graduation, they'd become closer, and she was almost sure he was getting over Rogue's defection fairly quickly. He'd always known he'd never have her heart, and Kitty didn't think he was really in love with the other girl, anyway. He was just a sucker for big, sad eyes, and nobody's eyes were sadder than Rogue's.
Not that she used them to get her own way; she didn't. Well, except sometimes with Logan. And it was funny to watch as she twisted the rough, bad-ass Wolverine around her little finger. Not that he was really all that scary, Kitty thought. It was hard to be scared of a man who panicked at the thought of walking into Victoria's Secret. She and Jubilee had taken care of that, though, purchasing some lovely lingerie for Rogue's birthday, which was fast approaching. They figured ol' Wolvie, as Jubes called him, much to his consternation, would appreciate the effort.
But now, Kitty was less concerned with Rogue's love life than with her own. She was lying on a lounge chair, taking the sun and watching Bobby and Johnny swim laps. Jubilee and Rogue were next to her, lying on a blanket. Jubes was painting her nails. Rogue was showing more skin than anyone (outside of Logan, Kitty thought, snickering) had ever seen, in a pair of cut-offs and a white tank top. She wore gloves, of course, and her ever-present scarf -- a sheer pale pink square of cloth Ororo had given her -- but her legs were bare to the sun. Everyone had promised to be careful, and since the little kids were in town with the Professor and Storm, they felt relatively safe.
Logan strolled out toward the pool, dressed in his usual tight jeans, but he was shirtless in the mid-June heat. He was carrying a cooler and heading toward the grill.
"You hungry, Marie?" he called out.
"Yeah, sugar," she replied, getting up and meeting him at the barbecue. "What's cookin'?"
"Burgers and dogs," he said. "For you and your crew here. The brats that didn't go with Chuck and 'Ro are heading into town with Slim and Jean for dinner at that Chinese buffet they like so much. I figured this'd be better."
"It sure is," she said. "One day I'm gonna have to teach you how to make real barbecue, like my daddy used to."
He saw the shadow pass over her face at the mention of her father, but it was gone before he could think of something to say.
"Hey, Wolvie, you gonna feed all of us?" Jubilee asked.
He rolled his eyes. "Yeah," he grunted.
While he and Rogue were busying themselves with the food, Bobby and St. John snuck around to the shed containing the garden hose and other pool supplies. They unspooled the hose from its resting place and Bobby concentrated on making sure it was as cold as it could be without actually freezing.
Then they opened fire on the girls and Logan.
Kitty and Jubes shrieked, Logan roared, and Rogue couldn't stop laughing as she watched St. John spray everyone.
With a nice move taught to them by Ororo, Jubilee knocked St. John to the grass and grabbed the hose, turning it on him.
Kitty rose and smiled wickedly. "Hand it over, Jubes. I'm gonna get Drake."
Bobby started running, but he wasn't really trying too hard. "You are so dead, Bobby," Kitty screamed, turning the nozzle on full blast.
"Shit, that's cold!" he yelled, trying to avoid the stream of water Kitty directed at him.
"Duh!" Kitty had a huge smile on her face as she turned the hose back on St. John. Bobby's smile was sly as he crept up behind her and tackled her onto the blanket, setting the hose free to snake across the lawn.
With an armful of sweet-smelling, bikini-clad Kitty, he suddenly lost all interest in the water fight. Using his elbow, he rolled so that she was on top of him. She moved, her pelvis pressing against the sudden bulge in his swimsuit, and they both blushed fiery red.
Licking her lips, she muttered, "Let me up, Bobby," her voice breathier than usual.
"You're the one holding me down," he replied, reaching a hand up to push her hair out of her eyes.
"Oh?" Realization dawned. "Oh!" She scrambled up, remembering that they had an audience. She rushed away, embarrassed by her actions.
Bobby jumped up. "Kitty, wait!" His baffled look touched Rogue, who was currently holding the hose contemplatively.
"Go after her, stupid. She's embarrassed."
He didn't need to be told twice. He sprinted into the house, looking for her.
Rogue grinned down at the nozzle she held in her hand. Logan had gone back to preparing the grill, his jeans already almost dry from its heat. Jubilee had chased St. John into the pool, and they were now engaged in a breath-holding contest that seemed to be keeping them completely occupied and oblivious to the happenings on the grass.
Rogue laid down on the chair Kitty had abandoned, sliding the hose underneath it, out of sight. She was going to wait for the right moment and then Logan was in for a big shock. She couldn't help but grin.
"What's so funny, darlin'?" he asked, settling down on a lawn chair he'd dragged over and pulling a beer out of the cooler.
"Nothin'. Kitty and Bobby," she said, covering up her true reasons for grinning like the Cheshire cat.
"I'm glad the Icemaker's got someone new to jump on."
"Why, Logan, were you jealous of Bobby?" she teased.
He growled. "No."
"Really?" she asked skeptically.
"Really." He lit a cigar to show just now not-jealous he was.
"You aren't jealous of the fact that Bobby and I dated for almost two years?"
"Nope." He figured she didn't need to know just how jealous he'd been -- still was until today, when he saw the hopeful looks the blonde kid was shooting at Kitty.
"Liar," she said, her full lips forming into a pout. He loved when she sassed him. It was such a turn on, because hardly anyone ever had the nerve to tease the Wolverine. Only Marie was brave enough. Of course, she was the only one he'd ever let get away with it. Though damn, Jubilee didn't seem to be scared, either. He'd have to work on that.
He was so busy figuring out how to scare some respect into the little firecracker that he missed Rogue's impish grin as she turned the hose on him and sprayed at full blast.
"Jesus fucking Christ on a half shell!" he shouted, dropping his beer and his now-doused stogie. He ran after her as she giggled and continued to soak him with water.
"You were too jealous. You're just bein' all manly and don't want to admit it," she exclaimed.
"Gimme the hose, Marie," he said, growling.
"Come and get it, sugar."
He leapt over the lounge that separated them as she ran around him, giggling. With all the extra weight he carried, he'd never be fast, but he should have been quick enough to catch her. His damn jeans were cutting off his circulation.
"I swear Marie, I love you, but after this stunt, I'm gonna have to kill you," he threatened playfully.
She stopped dead, and he almost barreled into her, realizing at the last minute that neither of them was covered up enough for it to be safe.
Her eyes were wide as she looked up at him. "You what?"
He blinked, realizing what he'd said. "Shit, Marie, that's not how I wanted to say it."
"Just say it again, please?"
"Marie," he swallowed, feeling a lump in his throat that was growing all-too-familiar from his dealings with her, "I, I love you, Marie."
"I love you, too, Logan," she whispered, and he gently lifted the pink scarf around her neck up to her lips so he could kiss her -- their mouths the only point of contact between them.
"Ahem, I hate to break up this Harlequin moment," <Damn, Jubilee,> Logan thought. <I really am going to have to do something about her.>, "but the hot dogs are on fire."
The moment was broken as Logan rushed to the grill to salvage dinner.
Meanwhile, Bobby chased Kitty up to her room. She slammed the door in his face.
"Kitty, please. Open the door." He turned leaned against it, sliding down to the floor. "I'm gonna sit out here until you let me in, Kitkat."
He heard her fussing in the room and he wondered what she was so upset about. He was the one who should be embarrassed -- she freakin' sat on his erection. Which would have been a lot of fun, he mused, if no one else had been around.
He'd known that Kitty liked him for quite some time. He'd been too caught up in the whole drama of being Rogue's boyfriend to realize that maybe he liked her back. She wasn't dangerous to the touch, and she didn't look frail and broken, like she needed protection. Those were the things that had attracted him most about Rogue -- she'd needed him and he'd needed to be needed.
<Whoa, Drake, let's chill with the deep thoughts,> he told himself, but then the door was opening behind him and he sprawled into the room Kitty shared with Rogue.
He looked up to see Kitty glowering at him. "What do you want, Bobby?"
He got to his feet quickly, and put a hand on her arm. "I'm sorry, Kitty, if you were embarrassed out there." He noticed her skin was covered in gooseflesh and her nipples were standing at attention. He lost his train of thought. "You're cold," he said, pulling her closer and rubbing her back gently. She sniffed and resisted until he put a hand on her neck, running his fingers up through her short, silky hair.
She rested her head on his chest, and said, "I swear, Bobby, sometimes you just make me crazy, you know that?"
"I know," he agreed, continuing to rub small circles on her back, his hand dipping a little lower each time, as the fingers of his other hand continued their gentle massage of her scalp.
"You're all wet," she muttered.
"So are you."
"We should change."
"Yeah."
But neither moved.
She enjoyed the feel of his cool, smooth flesh against her own. He had gotten tall, these past few months, and filled out some, his chest and shoulders broadening as his muscles becoming clearly defined from all the training they did. She felt like she could stay that way forever, and hoped he felt the same. But she was afraid that if she moved, their rapport would be broken, and it would never come again.
Bobby, meanwhile, was a little surprised at how nicely curved she was. She was slimmer and more boyish than Rogue, but she filled out her bikini nicely, and she felt damn good pressed up against him, nearly naked. <Mmm, nearly naked Kitty,> he thought, and for once, it wasn't a fantasy or a dream. "Mmm."
She stirred at the sound he made. Did he just purr? "Did you just purr?" she murmured.
"Mmm hmm," he replied, his hands sliding around to fall on the curve of her hips. "This feels really good." She looked up at him, and her lips were so full and soft, and they were right *there*. He kissed her. Her hands came up to tangle in his damp hair and she opened her mouth to his tongue immediately, sliding hers against it.
She tasted of cherry lip balm and spearmint gum. Her hands gripped his shoulders, then slid around to run over his back. "Bobby," she whispered.
"God, Kitty."
He wasn't quite sure how they wound up on the bed, but he figured he wasn't going to question it. He nuzzled at her neck, nibbling gently at the sensitive skin there, and it was so long since he'd kissed a girl without some sort of cloth between them -- it was a heady feeling. His lips slid down to her chest, her hands grabbed his and put them on her breasts. She grinned when he looked up, and gasped his name when he caressed them.
One of her legs was between his, and she was rubbing it against him, and even the damp swimsuit didn't detract from how good it felt.
He slid the straps of the bikini down, freeing her breasts so he could kiss them. "You're so beautiful, Kitty," he murmured, staring down at her. "How come I never noticed before?"
"Shh," she replied, pulling his head back down for a deep kiss before freeing him so he could continue his exploration of her body. His lips slid over the curve of her breast to latch onto the nipple and lave it with his tongue. "Bobby!" she gasped, arching into him. After a few moments, he turned his attention to the other breast.
Her hands had started an exploration of their own, running over his shoulders and his back, surprising him by squeezing his ass, and then around and up his chest. She teased at his nipples, and it was his turn to gasp. Then she slid her hand into his suit and wrapped it around his shaft. "God, Kitty," he hissed, his breathing ragged as she stroked him.
"I'm not," she whispered, "I'm not too sure what to do, so tell me what you want."
He groaned. "I want you, Kitty." He kissed her again, deep and fierce, his tongue thrusting against hers relentlessly as his hips jerked and he came in her hand.
"Bobby?"
"That was, that was --" He couldn't speak. "Can I do that for you?" he finally managed. She smiled and nodded. He pushed aside the scrap of fabric covering her sex and stroked a finger through her warmth. "Kitty!" he breathed, finding her clit and rubbing it while she made these little moaning noises that were making him hard again.
He kissed her and his fingers continued to circle over that sensitive bundle of nerves, and she felt all the muscles in her body tense and she knew something was going to happen -- better than anything she'd ever managed to do for herself, because it was *Bobby* and, and -- "Bobby! Please, oh, yeah, please, God, Bobby," she babbled, her hips bucking against his hand as he smiled and covered her mouth with his own again.
They were still drifting feather-light caresses over each other, preparing for another go when the door was flung open and Jubilee stomped in. Bobby moved to quickly shield Kitty from her friend.
"Oh, man!" she groaned. "I got Wolvie and Rogue outside and you two in here. You know what that leaves me with? Freakin' Flamehead Allerdyce. Just great." She turned to leave, and snapped, "Dinner's ready if you guys aren't too busy to eat." And she slammed the door behind her.
Kitty and Bobby looked at each other and started to laugh. Loud, uncontrollable giggles. Finally, when their mirth had subsided, Bobby rested his head on her chest and said, "You know, I hate to say it, but once again, Hank was right."
"About what?" she asked, used to his ramblings about all things blue, furry and Hank.
"You. He was totally right about you." And he kissed her again, all thoughts of dinner forgotten.
~~~End~~~