<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/e6/b9/66/e6b966a6fb49c19181d2cb6d597c1b78.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kitty Pride | Shadowcat<br/><strong>Location:</strong>On the beaten path<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 6th, 11:30<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Heather<br/><strong>Content:</strong>A first kiss, wearing this (http://image.dhgate.com/albu_438218775_00/1.0x0.jpg) minus the bag<br/><hr/><br/>It should almost be a writ of passage for a girl to experience what Kitty was experiencing with Heather. She was still drunk off the intensity of the kisses they had shared. She was hot, flushed, and was shocked that she wanted more. If she had known what this evening would bring, would she still be here? Kitty didn't know...and in that moment, she really didn't care.<br/><br/>What she did know, was that Heather had started to run, and that caused her to pick up her pace as well. Far away from the school as they were, there was basically a zero chance of anyone else seeing them. Kitty had been at the school for four years now, and even she didn't know every inch of the massive grounds. Which was why she wasn't surprised when Heather brought her towards a rock, and a cave that she had never seen before.<br/><br/>As the singing continued, Kitty could only flush and smile, head shaking gently. "You're crazy, you know that? 100 percent certifiable." None of it was meant as being serious. Kitty had known Heather long enough to know she loved her...not in a romantic sense, but there was love all the same. Of course, the fact that desire was now overflowing for the rainbow-haired femme was making it hard to think. Kitty's own panties were a hot mess from those kisses...something she thought could only happen from kissing Piotr. Obviously she was wrong.<br/><br/>"As far as liking you too much...there is no such thing. But I'm enjoying THIS more than I should, probably..." was she? Yes was the answer. She wanted for just a moment to be free from everything...responsibility, the X-men, bigotry...non existent of that existed in this moment. It was just Heather and her taste of roses....and Kitty, who apparently tasted like apricots. It was odd, though...since Kitty never really ate apricots.<br/><br/>"Do you....n..need some extra research to figure it out?" They had kissed...and this was Kitty's attempt to do more of that...and maybe more of everything else. She couldn't deny that Heather was turning her on...didn't want to. Her heart was hammering, as visions of what could...and might...be danced deviously in her head.