Piotr Rasputin: COLOSSUS (616) (steelskin) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2015-07-01 18:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, kitty pryde / shadowcat (616), piotr rasputin / colossus (616) |
Who: Kitty Pryde and Piotr Rasputin
When: (backdated) June 4thish.
Where: Kitty's apartment at Potts
What: Kitty decides to read Harry Potter to Piotr. That doesn't end up happening, though.
Rating: PG
No matter what she did to feel otherwise, Kitty couldn’t help but be tense. She had been doing her level best to convince herself that the misstep she made wasn’t as terrible as it seemed to her, but failing. About as brilliantly as her attempt to be proactive and ask Piotr out on a date. Of all the reactions she had considered, getting shot down in what ended up being the most self-effacing and kindly way possible wasn’t on her list. She was wrecked, devastated, and utterly loathing herself, wishing that she had just kept her awkward fingers to herself and didn’t respond with what she did for everyone to see. And now, even worse, Kitty had to do everything in her power to act cool. Like a cucumber. Or some other refrigerated vegetation. Piotr was coming over, so she could help him get into the crazy-awesome world of Harry Potter, and she didn’t want him to catch on to the fact that she had been seriously considering making things somewhat official between them again. Taking a deep breath, she had her hardcover copy of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone sitting out on her coffee table, along with cheese and crackers, and veggies with ranch dip. She fluffed the decorative pillows on her couch, and even cleaned up everything. She didn’t know what she was looking to accomplish other than burning off nervous energy, but hopefully by the time he knocked on her door she’d be less of a mess. Piotr was adjusting to being a person again. It wasn’t hard, he had the support of the other X-Men (despite the small crowd they made). He started random conversations with strangers at hot dog carts and museums. He was so happy to not be back in his universe. This new one was shiny and chrome. There was one thing that bothered him. Kitty Pryde. How many times did she come up in his everyday thoughts? How many times in his life did she become a source of mental anguish? Yeah, a lot of times. Once she was too young for him, another time she was with another man (stupid British guy in a long coat and hot fingers, big deal). This new place-- this universe, they could maybe try again? But he didn’t want to rush into anything. He could be taken at any time-- maybe that was a good reason to rush into something. You might not get another chance. He arrived at the tower a few minutes early and spent the time pacing in the hall. He looked at his Starkphone and knocked on her door, gently. Kitty had no problem with the way her life was before coming here. Though she had been separated from the X-Men it was by choice. And it had come with a set of new friends who gave her a chance to create a fresh start. She had been engaged and settling into a possible future as a wife. And then she had been brought here. It was all so frustrating. It felt like she had backpedaled from day one. The confident woman in love with Peter Quill who had only recently absorbed the power of the black vortex had somehow morphed back into the nervous creature who timidly pined for Piotr Rasputin while wringing her hands and wondering when he’d notice her the way she had him. In typical fashion for them, it only seemed to happen when circumstances conspired for it to be the worst possible time. Even now, when they were both seemingly ready, she had already made a mess of things. She didn’t want to think about that tonight when he was visiting and they were supposed to be doing something fun. She just wanted to act normal. Opening the door for him, she stood aside, her smile somewhat natural as she was pleased to see him. “Hi Piotr, come in… I put out snacks, did you want a drink?” Piotr had no idea that Kitty was engaged. He might have a bout of the blues if anyone were to tell him. In his mind, she was still the girl who found him. Still the girl sitting with him on Xavier’s grounds, the girl who was so comfortable, so -- she was everything. She made him feel clean. She made him feel he could cope with this new part of his life. He stepped inside and shrugged, “Sure, what do you have? Water, soda, beer? Ooh, snacks.” The way to his heart certainly was his stomach. He mosied over to the coffee table and made himself comfortable on her couch. “So did you decide if it was weird to read to me yet or not?” Kitty would never tell Piotr that. She saw no reason to bring it up since her Peter Quill wasn’t here. The Peter Quill she had met wasn’t hers, and had no idea who she was. If that wasn’t a sign, then she didn’t know what was. There was something about being around her former boyfriend that felt far too right for it to be wrong. The allure to be with him was strong. She closed the door behind him. “Water, beer, hard cider, and some lemon-lime soda. There’s also Mountain Dew.” She had a soft spot for the neon green abomination of a beverage. “And I’ve got chips and salsa too.” She had turned towards the kitchen, waiting. “I wouldn’t have invited you over if I thought it would be weird,” she started, wrinkling her nose. “Though if you fall asleep on me while I’m reading I might change my mind.” Piotr grinned as he craned his neck to watch her go into the kitchen. Once she was out of sight, he leaned forward and stuffed his mouth full of food. He nearly panicked when she listed off the beverages in the apartment. Swallowing, he managed to make out, “A beer would be nice.” Falling asleep here? Well, the couch was comfy. And Piotr could sleep just about anywhere. Listening to Kitty all night would probably lull him to sleep-- unless the book was really good. “I’ll stay awake… maybe I should have a Mountain Dew to make sure of that.” Kitty had no idea he was watching her though it wouldn’t have surprised her. In a weird way this meet-up was always going better than their last one, despite the miscommunication that had occurred between them before. Grabbing him a beer and herself a Mountain Dew, she started to walk back. The comment about falling asleep was a joke; though she felt more at ease now than she had minutes ago, she would be too tempted to invite him to stay in her room and not on the couch if he did start to drift off. And that could make things complicated. Turning back, she grabbed another Dew. “I got you both, since who knows how long you’ll feel like listening to me read to you. The beer might be needed in the long run.” Piotr laughed lightly at her grabbing him two drinks. He nearly made a joke about needing to use her bathroom after all this liquid but a tiny but loud voice said no. “Thank you, Katya.” He took up so much space on the couch, not intentionally. His knees touched, he wasn’t one of those guys that take up more than one seat on the subway. He was very aware of his size and tried to make himself as small as possible. Because of this, he looked uncomfortable to anyone else. “Do you think this would count as the date you mentioned?” Piotr’s lips made a thin, nervous line, as if he were waiting for the sentence to explode. Kitty took a seat next to him on the couch. She hadn’t picked up the book yet since she was waiting until they were both more settled and assumed he’d want to chat a bit first. “You’re welcome, Piotr.” She didn’t mind the space he took up, since she had a tendency to curl up anyway. And it wasn’t his fault that he was on the bigger side when it came down to it. She had to admit that of all the big guys she knew, he seemed most tense about it, doing his best to try and appear smaller. She didn’t say anything about it, assuming he’d change his position if he needed to. “...” Kitty’s breath left her lips in a soft rush, eyes going wide as she looked up at him. “I always thought a date implied going out somewhere, but I suppose it could if you wanted it to.” Piotr adored Kitty’s eyes. There was something about them that made him want to look at her forever. And those lips-- he had to shake his head to stop from staring. Anyone who looked through his sketch books would find the women often look a bit like Kitty Pryde. “I want it to be one.” Kitty tried to ignore Piotr’s staring. Or she tried to as best that she could though she could feel the weight of his eyes on her. Pushing her hair behind her ear, she forgot that it would only make her blushing more apparent. Nobody made her feel more childish than Piotr Rasputin. “Oh… how would we make it one?” Piotr smiled shyly. “I don’t know. We just continue what we’re doing while knowing we like each other?” He laughed then, a little nervously. “Pardon the pun, but does this mean we’re on the same page, finally?” Kitty felt like she was a teenager again. “I thought that’s what we’ve been doing… Have I ever made a secret of my feelings towards you?” She nibbled her lower lip, groaning when he punned at her. “I can’t believe you actually went there, Piotr… honestly.” “I had to, koshka! I had to.” He took up a little more space on the couch, his arm going around the back of it. Piotr leaned towards Kitty, “I didn’t know how you felt this time, you said it was complicated back home…” “Did you really, Piotr?” She covered her face with her hands as she laughed, getting it all out of her system. Kitty could feel how closer Piotr had gotten, sucking in a quick breath of air. “It was complicated there… here, not so much.” How could it be, when they weren’t the same as they were in her time. Or in his, for that matter? A small smile creeped onto his face. “Yes, it’s not complicated here at all…” Part of him wanted to ask what made it so complicated where she came from. He didn’t want to ruin things with her. But another part of him said he better not. Her earlier nervousness had faded for the most part. “Well, I suppose it’s not as complicated…” Except they were the ones making things harder on themselves, even if she refused to admit it. If he did ask, she would be honest with him. She owed him that much. “Had I known we’d be making this a date, I would have gotten out better things to nibble on.” Piotr smiled, a little crooked and sleepy. “What made it complicated, Katya? Did I do something wrong? Tell me, so I won’t do it again.” He reached out for her hand. “The food does not matter,” he added, in hopes it would make her feel better. Kitty had a feeling that question was coming. “A lot of it had to do with the situations we were put in, and how we both reacted to them, Piotr.” She linked her fingers with his, squeezing lightly. “I’m not even sure we’d have to deal with all that. I mean, we’ve already been here how long and there hasn’t been anything to make me feel like my powers would be needed yet.” It was a departure for her, one that had her feeling conflicted when it came to thoughts of her friends in the X-Men since she felt almost no pull towards joining them again in the way Piotr seemed to. That was something that was troubling her, though it had nothing to do with him. “You told me some of it, I was just wondering if there was more to it…” He rubbed his thumb over hers. “This place seems too good to be true. But I don’t think we should wait any longer. People leave all the time. We should take a chance while we have it.” Piotr didn’t want to be pushy. He didn’t want to rush her. But maybe this is what he was pulled here for. He was never a God fearing man, he didn’t always believe things happened for a reason. Things were falling into place so perfectly, maybe it was supposed to be this way. “There… There was a situation, with your sister, that’s what caused my tipping point. When we went our separate ways, well I have no idea what you did after. I’d like to think we remained friends, but for all I know you didn’t feel the same.” And if that were the case, she deserved that. Kitty stopped herself before saying anything further, the gravity of his last sentence hitting her full-force. “Are you sure? I-I thought you wanted to take things slow, but you do have a point. People do seem to come and go at random, so what good is waiting doing us?” Piotr shook his head slowly. “I would always want to be your friend, Kitty. Forever.” It was true-- she would always be a part of his life. You can’t intertwine that much and not have some of it stick permanently. When she asked if he was sure, he leaned over and pressed his lips to hers. Chaste, slow, softly. As if he wasn’t sure if he was allowed. It seemed like the thing to do. Kitty could feel how red her face had gotten. “I know, Piotr. I honestly couldn’t imagine my life without you in it in some capacity.” He had been one of the first people she connected with, and that meant a lot to her. Though she could sense what he planned, she still was astonished when he did kiss her. There was something about it, how sweet and tender it was, that robbed her of the ability to breathe. She melted against him, the spell broken as she kissed him back far more eagerly than he had kissed her. Piotr smiled against her lips, breaking the kiss for a moment. “Hi,” he whispered, before releasing her hands and cupping her face instead. It felt like ages before he pulled away from her again. “That was easier than I thought it would be.” Kitty slowly blinked up at him, colour suffusing her cheeks. “H-Hello,” she responded, teeth catching her lower lip as she realized how shameless she was acting. His next words caused her to let out a quiet giggle. “Do you have any idea how many times I thought about doing that?” “Fifteen times,” he joked, smiley stupidly. He would be content to sit this close to her for the rest of the night. But Piotr thought it would be better to move onto their plans-- otherwise he’d keep kissing her and he’d want to take her to her bedroom. Be a gentleman, Piotr Rasputin! He leaned back onto the couch, releasing her hands. He folded his arms and grinned, “But we have reading to do, don’t we?” “I’m not sure if I’d have gotten anything done if that were the case,” she answered, pushing her hair behind her ears. If Kitty had her way they’d spend the rest of the night catching up on all the kissing they’d missed, but that could only lead to them going faster than he might feel comfortable with. She let him lean back, stretching to reach for her book. “Yes, reading. What you came here to do. Of course.” Piotr smiled, his eyes crinkling. He looked almost giddy. “Of course.” He put one elbow on the side of the couch and rested his chin on his hand. He gazed over at her, fully aware of how goofy he looked. “Now for the dulcet sounds of your voice.” Kitty wished her heart would calm down. And that her face would return to its’ normal colour. She glanced over at him despite knowing it couldn’t help matters. He looked like she felt, and it was quite distracting. “Piotr… I won’t be able to read if you don’t take this seriously.” Piotr’s mouth dropped open. “I’m taking it very seriously.” Actually he was being quite silly, but it was only because of how she made him feel. He put his feet up on her coffee table-- with a glance at her to make sure she wasn’t going to yell at him for it. “...you know, you don’t have to read.” Kitty’s eyes widened at his reaction. “What do you mean, I don’t have to read? That was the whole reason you came over…” Unless now he had some other idea in mind, but she wasn’t a mind reader. She didn’t bother commenting on him putting his feet up, closing the book. “What would you rather we do?” “We could try kissing a bit more.” He grinned stupidly. “Just to make sure we’re doing it right.” Piotr gently reached over and took the book from her hands. |