John/Kitty
"Pft. One hundred percent Australian firepower over here, sweetheart." John commented with a part of him fake insulted. Then she fired of her own gun and Pyro couldn't help but laugh. Now that was a sight. She sure had a nice tone to go with her, and Pyro was certain he knew what it was like to be on the other end of those muscles she was showing off. "Now dem some cannons, Kitty." John teased happily.
"Next year." He shook his head. "We'll do just a little something for you and I." Pyro touched her hand lightly. "I don't want to make a big deal out of it, but, you and I can celebrate." He smiled softly.
The way she teased him, left him never feeling concerned about where he stood with her. Sure for the most part he was behaving while hanging out in this place. Despite a few tussles, he was a good boy. Though his biggest desire at this point was to stay in the good standing for Kitty, to make sure he didn't drag her down with him. She was quite the good motivator.
While she reacted to his touches, he listened to her words. Her promise rang around in his ears, and he felt his pulse quicken. His tone still soft, he spoke in her ear again. "Now, that is quite a promise. Is it one you're sure you'd be able to keep?" He purred in her ear as he nipped lightly on her earlobe. "With a promise like that, I might have to go steal that pie sooner than later..."