She laughed when John declared her phasing of both of their clothes cheating, and she lifted her shoulders innocently. "It's not my fault that you seem to have forgotten just who you're dealing with." She teased, the ability to get out of her clothes easily like that, and in fact get him out of his just as simply was just one of the benefits of being who she was. Sure there could be pleasure in taking one's time with things like that, making a show of it, of increasing the sort of anticipation that came with undressing the more normal way. But right here in this moment? Kitty wasn't very worried about normal or about taking her time.
John had made her a promise, and Kitty wanted delivery.
She hummed a pleased sound as she watched him rip his shirt off next and then step close to her once more, pressing his mouth against hers again and Kitty leaned into it eagerly, her mouth parting against his and her tongue teasing against his lips and into the heat of his mouth, inviting him to deepen the kiss with her.
"Now I think you promised me something." She said pulling back just a little, her arms over his shoulders and her lips brushing against his as she spoke. "A rather unbelievable fifteen seconds, at least."