Really? Really? Her whole body tensed, natural instinct and trained instinct alike both urging her to prepare herself for combat. The nerve of Ronan...
She hit him again. Her... nethers flashed with tingling. Now she was hot - her neck, her arms, her back. "Say you're sorry." Shadowcat huffed out a breath through her nose and ignored the wave of heat that hit her face, probably making it as flushed as Mars' was. She was literally going toe-to-toe with a crazy person, but honestly, it had become commonplace in her daily life, as of late. She had no problem telling this pretty-faced McSpy to go straight to hell. Her fingers curled, fighting the urge to flatten back out and smack him one last time before she ordered him out.
Instead, when she raised her hand to strike him in the face (why was this so gratifying?! Stop it, Katherine!), her fingers ensnare Ronan's ear some of his hair and she pulled their faces together so that their tongues interlocked upon impact and her legs wrapped up around his waist.