<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://img.nz.gpncdn.com/article_title_medium/6a3fb1c6919c32ec013c282feb6b288a.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kitty Pryde<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dorm room with Medusa<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Late Evening/September 10th<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Abigail<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Shower Power<br/><hr/><br/>Abi was not making this easy for her. And the words she was saying...telling Kittty she was the only one that didn't know she was hot...it made Kitty blush. In her mind, Heather was hot. Abi was hot. Rahne, Rogue, Tess, Yolande...they were all gorgeous. Kitty was a plain Jane in comparison. Did they really think she was hot? She knew Heather did, and she knew Piotr did...but Abi? She could have had anyone, and here she was, hitting on<em>her</em>. It was a little heady.<br/><br/>Of course, it didn't help when the tease continued. Those brown eyes blinked, then seemed to follow that traveling hand like a stinger missile. Kitty was still shivering, but not from the cold. In fact, it seemed like the room had just gotten MUCH warmer. Almost stiflingly so. But Kitty was entranced, watching as that hand travelled over full mound of Abi's breast, along the flat plane of her abdomen, and then along the waist of hip-hugging jeans. When fingers popped the button, Kitty couldn't help but gasp, her mouth going suddenly dry.<br/><br/><em>Damn you, Heather...</em>was the only though racing in her head as she seemed transfixed, watching that fly slip down bit by bit, revealing black panties worn beneath. The entire thing was exceptionally erotic, and Kitty suddenly found herself thinking she would need another shower....this one much colder than before. She felt herself responding to the show, a light throbbing felt between slender thighs, covered mound growing much warmer...the panties she had JUST put on seeming a bit stifling.<br/><br/>The question rang in her head.<em>Do you want me to continue?</em>more than anything, Kitty wanted to see more of Abi. Suddenly, she wanted to taste her, kiss her, feel her. All Kitty could do was give the tiniest nod, her gaze tearing from those sinful digits to look to Abi's face. Her voice cracked, coming out as a soft whisper. "I...I wouldn't....ahem...m...mind if y..you c...continued...." Tongue flickered over her lips, that blush traveling down her neck. "I....if you uhh...w...want too. It uhh...it feels a little....w...warm.."