"Thank god I know such an expert on the matter." She teased him, enjoying being able to do that again. There'd been something cool and weird about being young again, but she missed this, there was no way she'd have traded this away for a chance to be younger again.
Right then though, Kitty wasn't interested in debating Lockheed's manners, or lack there of - she was far more interested in the way John was touching her, the press of his body against hers and the easy way they teased back and forth like this.
"John!" She gasped, squirming at the cold press of his hand against her bare skin, warm where the shirt had been covering her, and pressing higher making goose bumps rise. "Your hands are cold." She pouted at him, but she didn't pull away or try to move any further from his seeking hands than the little bit of squirming she had done. "Be nice."