Katherine Anne "Kitty" Pryde || Marvel || 616 (phased) wrote in crownplazaic,
It wasn't as though killing someone was an instant black mark on your name. Even she killed people from time to time, usually when there was no other choice. Whatever John assumed that people thought about him was far harsher than the reality. And on top of that, they were in a place where very few people truly knew them enough to judge.
Which, right now, didn't matter. At least not enough to distract her. She had been kissed before, but definitely not like this. Not in a way that robbed her of thought. Whimpering as she let her lips part, equal parts lust and need was guiding her actions.
With each passing second, through no fault of her own, she felt herself getting caught up. His kiss was relentless, animalistic, and full of promise. It felt right. Her tongue shyly nudged at his lips as a quiet moan slipped forth.
How she ended up against the wall without him breaking the kiss, she couldn't say. Her nails began digging into his skin when he deepened the kiss between them. Not usually one for public displays of affection, Kitty didn't want to break the kiss just to point out that they were still in the hallway.