10099/Oh Là Là!

Oh Là Là!
Date of Scene:	19 November 2019
Location:	Apartment 1A, Muggins Apartments, Jackson Heights
Synopsis:	A trip to France is planned. Ok not really planned. They aren't the planning sort.
Cast of Characters:	Shadowcat, Spider-Man

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty is sitting at home waiting for Peter to get in. Set out on the table is a loaf of French bread, next to a bottle of red wine from Bordeaux. There's a container of french fries with some cheese and chili for dipping.

On the TV a movie playing. French Kiss, with Meg Ryan and Kevin Kline. Kitty's just relaxed, with her hair hidden beneath a beret. She's wearing a black skirt and then a shirt with thin black and white horizontal alternating bands.

Lockheed and Jester are both curled up nearby. Both of them have berets on as well. Little, cute looking ones.

Spider-Man has posed:
Peter has to worry that the window is open because he doesn't stop to check before swinging into it. Thankfully, his gut instincts are correct, and he does not shatter through their lone window to rain glass all over this display of fine dining ala french bread and red red wine...

A hand comes up and pulls his mask off his face, spying Kitty all dolled up like Sissy La'Pue over there on the couch, "oooo hu huh... Look't what we 'ave ere, non?" Making his way over, palm slapping the spider emblem so the suit decompresses and falls down off his body. He's wearing LONG JOHNS because it's COLD, but they are not the COTTON ones, because they are bulky. So he's STILL COLD.

Also sweaty as he crawls over the back of the couch and tries to wiggle down in behind Kitty and their lil family of snugglers. "Oooo French Kiss."

Such a girl.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty looks up at Peter as he swings in. She smiles, eyes going over the revealed masculine figure that so often is kept hidden from other's eyes. "Oh ho ho, monsieur. And how is ze spider of Queens?" she asks in a horrible done French accent.

Kitty reaches over, brushing her hands over his chest. "I hope ze night has been good to vouz?" She grins as Peter slips in behind her, letting him relocate her until she's leaning back against him. "I vaz just zitting here, watching ze movie. And about to have ze bread and ze wine," she says.

Such a bad French accent. Horrible. Horrible.

Spider-Man has posed:
Both of their accents are bad.

"Zis is accep-tuble." Pete leans in to kiss Kitty's shoulder, hand up and pointed towards the table to fire a webline at the wine bottle, two glasses (ONE AT A TIME) and then the bread. THWIP... *TWHIP THWIP THWIP*.

"You realize we're both horrible racists... nationalists?" The bottle is leaned up against his long johned leg so he can tear off a chunk of bread to wrap around and feed to Kitty. "But you are cute nationalist... like Sonya Blade or... I don't know, I got nothing here, help me out with a popculture reference that people will recognize, but not think of until they read it?"

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty laughs and says, "Oh come now, just because there's a few stereotypical things doesn't mean we actually think French people sit around wearing this and eating this, and, watching American rom-coms." She smiles and eats the bit of bread that Peter offers.

"Of course, one way to be sure of this would be to actually go to France and see what the French are really like. I mean, you know. If only we had some tickets. Some airline tickets to Paris. That haven't been used. And are just kind of sitting around. waiting. Quietly. In an envelope. In a drawer. In the kitchen. In the apartment. And... ok you can but in anytime, I'm about to run of higher level objects the tickets are in!"

Spider-Man has posed:
Pete laughs and wraps arms around Kittys' waist, burrowing into her neck with omnomnomnom sounds, "Alright alright, yeah, you're right... but one or the other of us has to stop trying to get killed before we can use those tickets!" His arms tighten, then release so as to feed Kits a bit more of the hunt of bread.

"Screw it, pack your bags, babe... we got ... TWO TICKETS TO PARADISE..." Air guitar, mandatory, obligatory. Neck kiss. "I'm still on medical leave from the Bugle for another week and my classes are watching videos this week anyways! So it's a perfect time for me!"

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty breaks out in a grin. "Really, right now? Or, in the morning at least. You look like you could use a bit of sleep that doesn't involve an airplane seat." Though it wouldn't be a surprise if the tickets were first class. The chair will probably be more comfortable than the apartment's bed.

She smiles and brushes a quick peck to Peter's lips. Then pours the wine and gives him one of the glasses. "You know, I like most of Meg Ryan's movies, but this one was really kind of eh," she says of the movie that's playing. "I didn't think I could sit through the French Connection though."

Kitty swivels a bit to face Peter more, and lays her head on his shoulder. "Think the world will survive without us for a little bit then?" she asks.

Spider-Man has posed:
"I... uh... yeah.. I totally meant later or in the morning and not immediately this second when we have nothing packed.." Pete sounds like he did not mean that at all, that he meant the second thing where they leave unprepared. His arms tighten, lips pucker for kiss all mwaaah, and his head turns to lay on Kitty's shoulder staring at the screen.

"I prefer Innerspace." As far as Meg Ryan movies go. "Anything with Dennis Quad and her... their RL marriage may have been a fiery train wreck, but their on screen chemistry, which always seemed lowkey volitile, told a visceral story of the future turbulent times that await their matrimony."

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty breaks out in giggles. The kind that just start with her body shaking before the sound actually starts up. Like she were some kind of 1967 Chevy in Fargo in winter that you just have to let go for a little bit before it's ready. Though she wouldn't be all rusted out from the salt they put on the roads up there. No, she'd be a Chevy with a nice finish, probably a classic color, maybe not red but a deep blue with a little chrome on the trim.

However, Kitty is NOT a 1967 Chevy. And so she wraps her arms around Peter's shoulders in ways distinctly different from what a Chevy - or any domestic car, really - could manage.

"I'm more of a Meg and Tom Hanks fan. Or even City of Angels, that one was really good," Kitty says. "Should have made popcorn. But I didn't know how to Francophile it up properly," she says. "Maybe with mayonnaise?"

Spider-Man has posed:
"They do be putting mayo on everything, them frenches." Pete says without lifting mouth from shoulder, but at least he stops playfully gnawing on her long enough to speak. Otherwise it'd be like 'urrrrrrrhgh rhughrrrrhg rhrhgrhr.' So that's definitely more audible.

"Ehhhh Sleepless in Seattle is fine, but there's only so much I can watch Meg and Hank pretend to have chemistry that aint really there." His arms rest on Kitty's lower abdomen, one leg on either side of hers, and his muscular chest up against her back. "So, was this a subtle way to convince me we needed to go to France or are the two things unrelated, but coincidentally convenient?"

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty grins and rests her head back against Peter's shoulder, tilting it a bit so she can see some of his face. "I was thinking it was more of a not-subtle way to convince you we needed to go to France," she counters with a soft little laugh.

Kitty reaches over to find Peter's hands, and will try to guide them about herself in a hug, with her arms then going atop of his and hugging them even tighter to herself. "You know, I'm really lucky, Peter. Really lucky I found you. I mean this... what we have... is just... beautiful. You make me so happy. I'd love to see Paris with you. But I can just lie here and watch Empire with you and I'm happy as a clam that isn't being turned into chowder."

Spider-Man has posed:
"I'd be pretty happy about a clam that was turned into chowder though... I love chowder." Pete brushes his nose in a small circle against the back of Kitty's shoulder, watching Meg do typical Meg stuff, as she does in every movie. He turns, lays his cheek against her shoulder then.

"I'm always happy... I can't believe it took me this long to find you, but I'm sure glad I did." Those arms tighten, "As for France, I mean we got the tickets anyways, right? Might as well go eat escargo or whatever fried snail is... then go see art that isn't that great and architecture that's a LITTLE over expressed in my personal opinion."

"So long as you're there, that's all I want."

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty breaks out in more soft laughter. She often does with Peter. "I think the art is probably pretty good, actually," she tells him. "Not sure on the architecture. I love London. Honestly I kind of expect Paris to be a little overrated. But then I was probably hearing that from the British, so what do you expect?" she says.

Kitty hugs Peter's arms that are hugging her, some more. And she brings his hand to her cheek to nuzzle against his palm softly. "I'd like to have Carrie by for dinner some night. She's the one... that time I was dr- er, undercover... on the sidewalk, and there was the car that almost hit us?" Kitty says of the time she was tipsy from trying to get leads on someone who took a shot at Hank McCoy.

Spider-Man has posed:
"Yeah, maybe, I guess, I don't know much about painting that don't start with a blank sheet that has numbers on it." Pete teases his own artistic skill, but really he isn't great. His elbows prop on her shoulders, fingers curling up through her hair to comb it backwards after removing the baret.

"I'd love to have your friend over, sure!" Said with a grin, leaning in to peck at her cheek. "I remember... I also remember I almost killed that dude. I wanted to beat him with a damn car door." That was way early in their start of their relationship though! It was well before it is appropriate to homicide in the name of love.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty remembers. She reaches a hand up to cup Peter's cheek. "You did. It was so romantic," she muses to him, grinning to him as she knows how that sounds.

But really. It was.

Kitty smiles and brushes a loving kiss to Peter's lips before relaxing and snuggling back in against him again. "So... you know I realized the other day, I should probably ask. Does Rogue know you're Spider-Man? I mean, you're an Avenger. She used to be an Avenger. Do you guys... I don't know. Is there a reunion thing at Applebees to get together with the former members or something where she'd know? I can just see, me being all careful not to reveal you to her, and her doing the same with me. And, well you'd probably be laughing at us the whole time if so, wouldn't you?" she asks him with a grin.

Spider-Man has posed:
Peter laughs at the thought of Rogue smirking knowingly and shakes his head, "I don't think there's an Applebees reunion schedule this year, and I missed it in 2026..." He teases, half brushing face to cheek on Kitty, "As far as I know she doesn't, but I'm completely fine with her knowing. Not that we're super close or anything, but you two are..." Which is a long way of saying he trusts Kitty's trust in other people.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty gives a soft, warm chuckle as she snuggles into the warmth of Peter's body. It might occur to him that yes, she sits here in winter with the window open waiting for him to crawl in. So she makes up for it with lots of warm snuggling when he returns.

"Well... I know why you keep your identity secret. And I think you're right to. It would... be nice to be able to be open with her. And, to say I trust her with my life is an understatement. But we don't have to reveal you to her just for that," Kitty says hesitantly. It'll be pretty obvious she is worried he might feel pressured to do it.

Spider-Man has posed:
Which Pete is more than glad to provide! Wiggle wiggle closer, arms wrapped around her, chin on shoulder snuggles like a puppers. One hand does peel from her abdomen to scritch their actual puppers laying his sleepy head on her leg. Jester looks up all tiredly because he probably chased a beam of light for the vast majority of the day as it danced across the floor from the single window... then pooped everywhere.

Because Lockheed don't walk doggos or do windows.

"We can tell her." Pete says with a clipped nod of agreement and acquiessence, "I think you've sold me on the idea even if I weren't okay with it already." He turns and kisses Kits cheek, "Now, I'm think we need to come up with some Christmas Hanukkah fusion decoration ideas for the hollidays."

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty grins and says, "You absolutely should. I like Christmas a lot. There's a lot of fun in it. And, it's probably the least religious, religious holiday I know of. At least if you don't intend to go do the religious parts," she says, chuckling softly.

Kitty leans her head in against Peter and just closing her eyes. "Thank you. For Rogue, I mean. I try to be really careful with people's identities," Kitty says. And in fact she makes herself stop there because if she started to share the comments about how tough it can be sometimes, it might lead one to suspect others whose identities she might be keeping. "She's my bestie and... and yeah. We can trust her," she says.

Spider-Man has posed:
"Excellent... because I have this METS themed tree shoved in my everything closet that's going to look amazing right over..." Peter points at an entire section of the apartment, "Thereish.. full of presents, with a Manora right there on the desk... and then all the various accutrament that comes with holliday spunk." Christmas time is Peter's favorite time.

"And so many presents, your gonna be hella spoiled." He tells her wtih a big, silly grin.

Which presists, "Of course. Maybe she'll start thinking I'm not a dumb ass or something... I don't think she likes me very much." Speaking of Rogue, "That or she had bad experiences with me during my dark days prior to May 27th..." Obligatory meta.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty brushes her fingers through Peter's hair as they cuddle quietly. "Oh you just have to test me with the Mets thing," she says with a sigh and a shake of her head. "I love you, Peter," she tells him before brushing a kiss to his cheek.

"I love you with your... horrible taste in baseball teams and all," she tells him, grinning. "And I love your aunt. And I love our puppy. I love being with you. Taking me for swings across the city. I'm like... the luckiest girl on the face of the Earth. Or the Moon. Depending on the date."

Spider-Man has posed:
"Not even a test... I really have a METS tree..." Pete says with a half grin, smooching the tips of stroking fingers running down his jaw after sliding back through his hair. "I /guess/ since our first hollidays together, we can save it for next year... but it's gonna be a staple, and our kids are going to be huge Mets fans." He's certain of that.

"I keep forgetting you've been to the moon.." He somehow sounds jealous of a celestial body hovering millions of miles away.. A forelorn sigh, "I wanna go to the moon..." Even whiny. "For science, but I also wanna do an upside down kiss on the bright side of the moon during the daytime... do you know how many checkmarks that knocks off my bucket list?"

... "It's a lot."

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty laughs and shakes her head. "I'm pretty sure Child Protective Services can take children away from you for that sort of abuse," she teases her favorite Mets fan. Kitty rests her cheek against Peter's shoulder.

"Well, it was pretty awesome. Until the whole... no way back and watching everyone suffocating. That part? I suggest to skip it when the tour guide mentions it," she says. She gently pats his chest. "What do you say we go turn in? All this French wine has gone to my head."

10099/Oh Là Là!

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