On Shadow

[prydeful]

It's weird to wake up and be solid.

Piotr's arm is over her, which sometimes happens even if she's phased, but the bed is also solid beneath her.

It's just--

It's weird. It's only been a few nights, and she's telling herself she'll get used to it.

It's not bad, anyway, she reminds herself as she gets up and heads to the bathroom, uses the toilet and splashes some water on her face.

She stops to look in the mirror for a moment, studies the Kate Pryde who's studying her back, and thinks, You could be pregnant and feels a little sick to her stomach.

She needs, maybe, Kate thinks, to not think about that in the middle of the night. There are too many ways to get lost in her own thoughts, alone.

When she heads back to bed Piotr's stirring slightly in his sleep; it makes her bend to kiss him, softly, drift a hand over his hair, and whisper a shhh that may wake him more than let him sleep, but is still meant for comfort.

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[prydeful]

"Dork."

One thing she appreciates feeling: his body, large and warm, under hers as she stretches a leg over him some more and thinks mine contentedly.

"Done panicking for tonight, I think. Feeling too content to."

[steelartisan]

Don't worry, Kate. There'll be other nights for panicking!

"I am glad to help," Piotr says gravely.

Contentedly. Whatever.

[prydeful]

Of that she is very, very sure already.

"You're good at that. Must be why I keep you around."

That and the fact that he is so very comfortable to turn into and to hold close.

"Love you, Colossus." And the codename is just another nickname, and old and familiar.

[steelartisan]

Colossus is as much his name as Pete, and both of those very nearly as much as Piotr Nikolaievitch; they're both him, old nicknames from friends, and it doesn't matter that Colossus is a business codename too.

So he just turns his head to press soft kisses to her jaw, smiling against skin, and it means I love you too, to Kate by any of her many names.

[prydeful]

"Mm. Sleep or sex?"

It's a lazy, slow drawl, as she leans into his kisses.

And it's one that is going to be content with either answer, and that fact--

That, she thinks, is why she wants to be with him no matter what. Wedding or no. To have a family with him.

Because just curling up with him is as lovely as anything else.

[steelartisan]

"Mmmm."

Both are tempting.

"Now I am awake," he whispers against her ear.

[prydeful]

"You are, da," she smiles and moves to nip at his neck.

"So am I. This works out well, maybe."

[steelartisan]

"Mozhet byt," he murmurs. Maybe.

It turns out, shockingly enough, that it does.

And any more fretting is set aside for another night. Tonight, at least, is for companionship and love.