Katherine Anne "Kitty" Pryde || Marvel || 616 (phased) wrote in crownplazaic,
Knowing she was cute at best, she had a hard time believing she was anyones' type. Unless their type was bratty little sister-types, then she might understand. Still, guys like John could have anyone they wanted.
Kitty was aware of how slight she was. That didn't mean his ability to multitask like he could wasn't noteworthy in its' own right. It spoke to how practiced John was in the art of standing sex. Which seemed like an interesting choice of skills to hone. That smirk on his face made Kitty's heart skip a beat as John didn't seem weirded out by what she did. He was definitely making good on his earlier claims.
"Not a big fan of taking things slow?" Kitty gasped out as her breath caught in her throat. Tryin hard to keep quiet. She didn't want to attract any extra attention. It was bad enough that Kitty didn't want him to stop even long enough for them to find somewhere more private. Not when he had already gotten them off to such a good start.
Kitty's pulling on his hair became more insistent with each thrust of his hips and the waves of pleasure they were causing. Somewhere in the back of her mind she could tell he was going to leave marks but was too far gone to care. "John...fuck," She answered letting her head fall back with an airy squeal. "You can go harder...you're not going to break me," she urged, concerned he was holding back.