Heat of the Moment

A/N: Sorry it took so long to finally got another chapter ready, despite it being summer and all. Real life strikes again, with family trips and moving and job-hunting.

Chapter 9: Teenage Ambitions


The following afternoon, Bobby lay on his bed, his chemistry textbook and homework spread out before him. He’d been balancing endothermic and exothermic reactions for nearly two hours; the only thing keeping him from taking a break was the fact that he was almost finished. A soft knock on the door broke his concentration. “Come in?” he called out absently, not yet looking up from his work.

“Bobby, can we, um, talk?” came the rich alto voice of one Kitty Pryde as she closed the door behind her.

The young man looked up from the diagram of a trinitrotoluene molecule to see the petite brunette his mind seemed to dwell on lately. Clad in a pastel-blue tee and khaki capris, hair back in her signature ponytail, she stood with her hands behind her back. She chewed her lip nervously and seemed bent on avoiding his eyes.

Kitty, for her part, had spent all morning working up the nerve to talk to Bobby, partly due to her fear of… interrupting… him again, and partly due to her own embarrassment at waking up naked, legs spread, hand at her groin and covered in her dried juices. After showering and working on her own homework, she’d steeled herself and made the near-interminable walk down the hall. Behind her back, her hands gave the plastic bag she was holding an ‘Indian sunburn,’ twisting the material in opposite directions. Her gaze she purposefully kept to the floor or to the other furniture in the room.

The sound of his voice calling her name brought her eyes up to meet his, triggering an immediate blush. “What’s on your mind?” he asked, the barest quaver in his voice as he closed the chemistry text.

“Well, um, I wanted to, um, tell you something. I, um, dropped by yesterday—“ She cut off mid-sentence, eyes widening in embarrassment over her Freudian slip.

“Yesterday,” Bobby responded evenly, trying to hide the fear in his voice. He sat up in his bed, one foot dangling over the edge.

Kitty simply nodded, her eyes inadvertently flicking toward his groin, currently denim-colored. “Yeah,” she finally managed, forcing her brain back into the proper gear, “I… I’ve got, um, news.” There, I said it.

Bobby licked his lips. “Oh no, Kitty… don’t tell me… you’re…” The young man heard the pounding of his heartbeat against his eardrums.

Kitty blinked, momentarily confused by Bobby’s reaction until it dawned on her that he’d jumped to the wrong conclusion. “No, no, Bobby, I came to tell you I’m not.” She closed the distance between the door and the bed in a few strides, sitting down instinctively. When she finally brought her hands around, the young woman presented a small white device stored in a plastic bag.

Bobby practically snatched the object out of Kitty’s hands, startling her. “Don’t open the bag,” she half-warned, half-pleaded. The young man’s quizzical look prompted her to explain, “It’s, y’know, gross… ‘cuz of how it, y’know…”

“Oh, right.” Bobby rotated and flipped the device until he could properly read the result display: NOT PREGNANT.

Neither teenager knew what to say when they found themselves in an unexpected spontaneous embrace, but both of them were sure that it was warranted. They held each other for what seemed like an hour, savoring one another’s nearness. Finally, after what was, in reality, only a few minutes, the two teens started to separate. They stalled, however, upon making eye contact, as if mesmerized, their faces not even a foot apart.

Bobby licked his suddenly-dry lips and swallowed. Kitty’s fathomless eyes, like silent sirens, were drawing him in. The paired dark-brown crystal balls seemed to conjure his deepest wishes by – reflecting? mimicking? – his attraction to Kitty. He leaned toward her, heedless of where the sirens’ song would lead.

Kitty found herself frozen by Bobby’s gaze. So stunned was she by those aquamarine irises – in all their glory in the full light of day – that she ignored the pinking of her cheeks, the quickening of her breath, the insistent beating of her heart on her eardrums. Just as he started to close the gap between them again, she saw in his eyes the depths of his attraction to her, an attraction she certainly reciprocated.

Their lips met like those of two lovers separated by months of time and hundreds of miles, eager but not aggressive, passionately restrained. Cupping Kitty’s cheeks with both hands, Bobby savored her soft lips on his. A soft whimper escaped Kitty’s mouth; a shiver climbed her spine. A similar shiver crawled up the young man’s body when Kitty’s fingertips raked his abs.

When Bobby’s hand slid down the young woman’s arms and took up an identical position, the teenagers broke the kiss. Bobby couldn’t help but grin; Kitty smiled sheepishly, a section of her lower lip wedged demurely between her incisors. Bobby also couldn’t help but notice how much Kitty had reddened – just from a kiss, he remarked in amazement to himself.

They both started to speak, abortively once they realized they were interfering with one another. Both of them laughed nervously. Bobby nodded for Kitty to go first.

Kitty took a deep breath and forged ahead. “I, um, guess you know this already, but… I really like you, Bobby.”

“I really like you too, Kit-Kat,” Bobby replied, scratching the back of his head.

Several beats passed.

“So… I guess we can… I mean, if you wanna…” Bobby stammered.

Kitty’s brow furrowed a bit, belying her otherwise amused expression. “C’mon, Bobby, I need a main verb here.”

The young man couldn’t help but laugh, which seemed to jump-start his eloquence. “What I’m trying to say is, ‘Let’s give “us” a chance.’ How ‘bout it?”

Beaming, the young woman could only nod. Inwardly, she felt as if she were about to take flight. She was so giddy, in fact, that she didn’t realize that Bobby had said something else until he called her out of her reverie merely by the power of her name.

“Sorry, Bobby, what was that? I was en route to Cloud 9 just now.”

He chuckled and repeated, “I was apologizing for us, y’know, doing things out of order.”

Kitty just shrugged, wishing to herself that he hadn’t brought it up. “I’m… I’m okay with it, Bobby. In fact, I… think about it… a lot,” she admitted crimsonly.

“Same here,” Bobby replied. “But I guess you knew that already, huh?”

Several beats passed again.

Kitty fidgeted. “So… what now, Bright Eyes?”

“Turn around,” replied Bobby, smirking at her use of her nickname for him. When Kitty rolled her eyes, he added, “Seriously. I was, um, enjoying a few minutes ago.”

The petite brunette slowly presented her back to her newly-minted boyfriend, the mere thought filling the young woman with glee. “Same here,” she murmured as he wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder. Subconsciously Kitty tilted her head ever so slightly to expose her neck to him. “So let’s, um, see where… where things go from here.”

A soft gasp escaped her lips when Bobby accepted her unintended, unspoken offer. From the base of her neck, where it blended into the shoulder, up to the hinge of her jaw, he placed short but full kisses in a stair-step pattern. Briefly he felt the pulse in her neck when he pressed down in just the right spot before moving to the next. As he approached her ear, the crisp scent of her shampoo filled his nose, driving him to inhale deeply.

Meanwhile, Kitty closed her eyes and savored the sensation of having her neck kissed. Her hands ran the length of Bobby’s forearms till they reached his wrists. Gradually, of their own accord, her hands guided his up her torso to rest atop her breasts. Bobby immediately took the hint and squeezed gently through her shirt, eliciting a soft hum of enjoyment from her.

A little more exploratory fondling brought Bobby to an interesting realization, one which he felt compelled to voice aloud: “You’re not wearing a bra.”

“Guilty as charged,” admitted Kitty, voice wavering. “I, um, usually don’t, unless I’m wearing some combination of white, thin, or sheer.” She sighed, partly from pleasure at Bobby’s ministrations, partly from resignation. “Otherwise, they’re really too small for me to bother.”

“They don’t feel all that small to me,” the young man responded in an earnest attempt to stop her from belittling herself.

“Like you’re an expert,” she teased him. “How many girls have you seen topless that weren’t on a computer screen?”

“None,” he replied, sufficiently taken aback not to qualify his denial in any way – say, by admitting that he preferred Playboy.

“Then take my word for it: they’re small.”

“Kitty, c’mon,” Bobby started in exasperation.

“Fine, if you don’t believe me,” she responded, escaping his embrace by phasing through his arms. Abruptly she spun back around to face him, dropped her hands to the hem of her shirt, and pulled it off over her head. “Here they are,” she added, the tone of defiance in her voice merely a front for her shock at her own brazenness.

The moment Kitty began peeling her shirt off, Bobby’s eyes widened. He knew he would never forget how her breasts bounced ever so slightly as they were freed from the admittedly-lax confines of her shirt. Now she stood akimbo, topless, baring herself for his immense viewing pleasure. Her breasts were smallish, true, but Bobby thought they might just warrant a B-cup; what they lacked in size they made up for in perkiness. Most surprising to the young man were the fully-at-attention light-brown nipples – as opposed to the pink that he was expecting – crowning the fleshy orbs.

It came as no surprise to either of them, then, that the best he could manage was, “Wow.”

Kitty grew noticeably more self-conscious the longer Bobby took to say anything more after the initial reaction. Just as she started to fold her arms across her chest, he reached out and took her hands. “Kitty,” he began, wholly unsure where he would end up, “I think they’re sexy. So what if you can’t use them as flotation devices in an emergency?”

Rolling her eyes, the teenage girl giggled in spite of herself. “Thanks, Bobby. It… means a lot, to hear you say that.” She looked down at her breasts. “I guess I’d look pretty strange if they were bigger.”

Bobby snorted. “You probably couldn’t stand up straight.”

This comment drew another giggle from Kitty as she resumed her seat beside Bobby. “Y’know, Bobby,” she purred once on the bed, “I could really go for some gender equality right now.”

The confused boy merely blinked for a few moments until he could parse out what she meant. He rolled his eyes and removed his shirt, fulfilling for Kitty many an X-Girl’s long-time wish – to see shirtless Bobby Drake up close and personal. The young man grinned at her slack-jawed expression.

Kitty might have sworn her eyes had bugged out of her head when Bobby pulled his shirt over his head. Everything – pecs, abs, arms – was so well-defined; though not ‘ripped’ like, say, Pete, he was certainly well-sculpted. Maybe that’s why I can’t keep my hands off, she thought wryly, barely suppressing a shiver of desire. Spontaneously, she imagined him posing nude as though for Michelangelo’s David; she subsequently decided that the statue would have turned out even better if Bobby had posed for the legendary Renaissance artist.

“I guess you like what you see,” the teenage boy quipped, seeing as he did – how could he not? – the flush of arousal spread from Kitty’s cheeks, down her neck, to her collarbones. Unbuttoning his shorts, he added, “Since you’ve seen it all already, I guess I might as well go for the full monty.” With that, he tugged off his shorts and boxers, giving even more of an eyeful to his newly-minted girlfriend. The thought made him twitch with excitement.

“Ohhhh my God,” Kitty breathed, the sight quashing any further thoughts of Bobby as David and stimulating thoughts of Bobby as Goliath. Though she’d seen it before, on Alcatraz, it hadn’t been erect at the time; further, she hadn’t gotten a very good look at it yesterday when she walked in on him. Thus, seeing it now, fully-erect and pulsing, came as a bit of a shock to the young woman. Holy moly, she marveled, the tip is purple! It wasn’t purple last time I saw it! Of course, it was smaller too, butnowit’shugeandhowthehelldidthatthingeverfitinsideme? Kitty’s thighs rubbed together, the accumulating moisture signaling the yearning she was beginning to feel deep inside her.

For his part, Bobby couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this turned on. Never before had he purposefully aroused a girl; certainly never had he been naked in front of one. If there’s one word I could use to describe this feeling, he mused, it would be ‘intoxicating.’

Swallowing any hesitation, Bobby decided to break the spell he’d inadvertently placed on Kitty. “So, Kitty, I, ah, think it’s my turn for some… y’know… gender equality.”

With all the speed of a glacier on the move, she looked up at him, about to protest. Realizing she’d left herself no room for refusal – even if she wanted to refuse, that is – she unsnapped her capris. The speed at which she slid them, along with her boy-short underwear, down her legs rivaled her earlier celerity when Bobby first made the request. At least my legs are sexy, she told herself – an assessment which, unbeknownst to her, Bobby fully agreed with. Wryly, she added, Thank you, decade of ballet classes.

All their clothes now discarded, the teenage couple lay together on the bed, naked and unashamed.