flaminphoenix:

     It would have been no surprise to her frantic lover that Rachel would be woken from her slumber with erratic thoughts booming through her head and a shriek that made blood run cold for when Kitty Pryde was anything less than content, she would know. She could feel the strain through her chest, the rabble of panic causing her to sit with red tresses mussed in every direction and a look of concern and irritation settling in over the disturbance. She could feel her presence, carefully sorting through the less-than quiet thoughts being slung before realisation followed suit as to why the woman was so displeased. It wasn’t exactly a secret that Rachel held nothing but dislike towards the British man and the way he constantly made eyes at her lover and the history they unfortunately shared so knowing she was quite literally making her way into his arms wasn’t something the telepath felt settled with. But with the rush of thoughts also came the smaller girl’s uncertainty, rather rudely taking advantage of that when the hand shifted from rubbing at her eyes to almost possessively wrapping around her waist

    “You shouldn’t go Kit. It’s probably drunk bullshit. Again.” God as much as she adored so too did she dislike Kitty’s bleeding heart, the way she just had to rescue those who crumbled at her feet much like the pillar of strength she was. But once her mind was made up she was as stubborn as they came and there was absolutely nothing you could do to change it. But god would she try, pressing lips against her throat and her neck and beneath her ear just as she oft would during the upsets that managed to cross their paths “You should just stay with me.” She speaks softly against her, words ghosting over flesh and fingers curling against her hips in a desperate attempt in convincing her not to leave and waste her time on a lovesick puppy like him.

     Had she been just a bit more frantic, a bit less well off the second Rachel’s hand touched her side she would have elbowed her and kicked and screamed and fled. But all her fighting instincts were tamed by her meek attempts at communication. She was angry that she’d imply she of all people would ever leave anyone who needed her but she was also stilled by the touch in want of comfort no matter how strong she was trying to be. Despite the way she froze to let her current curl around her all her muscles were stiff, always ready to go and defy her own needs for the sake of another’s. “If you were snooping around my head-      “ the words were sharp, a callback to the countless times they’d had this discussion in the past. If there was one thing she hated despite the affections she’d had for this girl since childhood it was telepathy. “-     you’d know he was serious.”

She was on edge and on guard and on all the sharp things that made her unbearable. Pryde of the x-men she was but that did not mean she was without her faults and without a temper. All the ugly things that made Kitty Pryde really, truly Kitty Pryde had come out all at once. She was on the verge of tears, fidgeting and whining with each kiss placed on her while trying to keep a straight frown. She didn’t like being put on the spot by either of the two colliding forces that surrounded her. Pete with his sudden calls and horrible intentions, Rachel with her inherent, while well deserved, possessiveness. All these things tore at her and she was very nearly ready to burst. “You can let me go or I’ll go through you.” Despite the sniffles and the whining that came from the pressure she was put under this particular sentence was firm, a teacher voice she put up to deflect argument. “I’m not losing anyone tonight. No one is going to die. He wants to die Rachel. Did you not get that from poking around?”

Dec 5 15:30 ( ♥ 28 )