When Shadowcat's dress fell from her body with a thud, Jimmy wondered way thhat wish had never been granted to him before... With her legs securely wrapped around his waist, Jimmy's hands were free to roam... and roam they did. His fingers greedily traveled across Kitty's toned back and stomach, all while their nearly open mouths did super terrible things to each other. Jimmy's hips bucked, uncontrollably, and sought the friction between them. He tugged at his own shirt, buttons be damned, and soon their bare skin was touching.
Regardless of his reputation, since he'd become the embodiment of carnal desires within his people's lore, Jimmy hadn't sexually embraced his new mystic position. It had been a busy few months. When Warpath felt his body connect with Kitty's, psyche went sideways. Her back left the wall, only because his feet had touched off from the ground. He pressed her against him because he feared any lose of connection between, especially when they were untethered to the ground. The more his excitement rose, the faster the temperature around them joined it. The Native was already sweating and so was Kitty, her sweet scent deep within his nostrils.
The Apache's long arm stretched low on Shadowcat's body and his large palm covered the backside of her underwear. Jimmy squeezed, harder than he'd intended at first but unless Kitty argued, he had no plans of stopping. His fingers traced lower until down became up and his settled where her skin became the softest - which nearly caused Warpath's eyes to roll back into his head. Every fiber of Jimmy's body and soul wanted to feel Kitty's pleasure - he aimed to join it to the mystic energy that flowed around them.