A/N: This takes place post-X-Men Apocalypse; also, this is dedicated to mon ami, Katie, who had not yet realized how amazing and perfect and did I mention perfect Quicksilver is in the X-Men movies.  To you I say: read this, watch the movies, and fall in love. (Also tu as une cameo!)

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OC: Kimberly Rivers/"Marina"

Kimberly's POV:

"Peter! Hey! Get the hell back here, you asshole!"

I sprinted down the dorm halls, trying to catch up with my silver-haired friend. Well, former friend. That was before stole my Twinkies...

I could just make out his silhouette at the end of the hall—he was running just slow enough not to be at super speed, but fast enough so that I would never catch him. Shaking my head, I turned the corner, tracking him outside and onto the grassy lawn. Knocking over any students in my way, I cut across the pond using my powers to walk on water—and soon had him cornered near the giant tree that Scott had burned down his first day here.

Peter looked back at me, smirking. I grinned back, knowing I had him, at last. But before I could reach out and grab my Twinkies back from him, he popped on his goggles, winked, and sped off at top speed. Super-human speed, that is.

There was no way I could catch him now—not if he was using his powers. He could run halfway around the world and back in under 30 seconds if he wanted to, and I didn't feel like waiting around for him to come back. Defeated, I strolled back up to the school, just in time for class.

*Wibbly Wobbly Timey Wimey Skip brought to you by Dean Winchester the squirrel*

I heard a knock at my door, and the thud of something being dropped in front of it. I slipped out of bed, and tip-toed toward the door, careful not to wake Kathryn, my dormmate. I nearly tripped over a pile of dirty laundry and books, but managed to make it to the door alive.

The hall outside was dark, and I squinted trying to see who had knocked. The hall seemed empty, however, and I was about to go back to bed when my foot hit something hard. Kneeling down to inspect the object in question, I nearly laughed out loud. Lying on the floor outside my room lay a box of Twinkies; with a note attached to it reading: Too slow again! Better luck next time. ;).

There was still something inside; shaking the contents out onto my hand, I grabbed onto a half eaten yellow cake—the remnants of a twelve pack that Peter must've eaten by himself. Shaking my head, and silently chuckling, I threw on a sweatshirt and padded downstairs.

The halls and staircases of the X-mansion were completely different at night—without the noise and chatter of the students running around, the whole building seemed dark and menacing. For the first time ever, I found myself afraid of the dark. I suddenly wished that I was Kathryn, and could just summon a fire in my hand to guide my way, but instead I was stuck with control over water, an element completely useless in this situation.

Before I could become any more frightened, a blast of wind whipped past me, nearly knocking me off my feet. I then proceeded to jump out of my skin as a voice whispered in my ear.

"Boo."

I let out a scream, but a hand immediately covered my mouth, silencing me.

"Hey, hey, be quiet. We don't want the Professor to wake up and find us out of bed, do we?"

I frowned at him, and attempted to tell him of, which of course came out as a muffled growl because of his large hand smushed against my lips. Relenting, I relaxed and waited until he decided that I wasn't going to scream bloody murder and let my mouth be free to speak.

Which of course was his mistake.

As soon as he'd released me, I slapped him across the face, and grabbed him by the arm to ensure he couldn't run away. As he rubbed his pink cheek, I began to chew him out not only about the Twinkies, but for all the other things he'd done over the past month that I only now had had the chance to tell him.

"Look here, Peter Maximoff—"

The speedster cut me off before I could even get to my point.

"God, Kim, you sound like my mother—"

"I don't give a damn if I sound like your mother, you asshole! I'm sick and tired of you stealing my stuff! I don't care if the Professor lets us use our powers in the dormitories, but you should at least STAY OUT OF OTHER PEOPLE'S ROOMS!"

I took a short break to catch my breath before continuing my rant.

"You know, the Twinkies weren't even too bad—and I might've been able to let it go, but over the past few weeks you've ransacked my room, stolen my clothes, and carried me across the grounds and into the lake in the middle of the night! I'm sick of it, Peter, I really am!"

The silver-haired mutant in front of me looked taken aback—a look I'd never seen on him. Usually he had some sort of witty comeback for this sort of situation, but in this instance, he was silent. He just scratched the back of his head, looking extremely uncomfortable.

Softening slightly, I let go of his arm. Of course, as soon as I did that, he dashes off, leaving a trail of dust from the old staircase.

"Hey!" I yelled after him, getting fired up again. "Hey, Peter! Don't you run away from me, you little—"

I was cut off by a ghost of a kiss pressed on my lips, followed by a flick of my hair. As I brushed the stray strands out of my eyes, I was struck dumb with shock. Of course I knew it was Peter—who else could possibly do that so quickly and without being seen? He'd probably done his little "slowing down time" trick, and laughed at my gaping mouth as I'd been screaming at him.

Still, even in the heat of my anger and frustration, I found myself subconsciously touching my fingers to my lips. Peter had only kissed me for less than a second, and yet as soon as he'd left, I'd found myself (against my will), wanting more.

Sitting down on the stairs, half from exhaustion and half from sheer confusion and nerves, I began to ponder what had just happened. Of course, because Peter was involved, it had gone by too quickly to take in—or even attempt to interpret. But the thoughts that were currently running through my head were completely contradictory to what my initial reaction had been.

When I'd first felt his lips pressed against mine (even for a millisecond), I'd immediately filled with rage. I mean, how dare he, Peter Maximoff, the egotistical speedster, run up to me after we'd just had an argument, and actually kiss me? His audacity had enraged me, and for a minute I actually considered finding and killing him. (Or at least blasting him with my water jets....)

Now, however, after cooling down a bit, I felt a new feeling growing in the pit of my stomach. I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was—but it wasn't at all unpleasant. Confused beyond comprehension, I closed my eyes, and let the feeling wash over me. My fingers went to my lips again, and I found myself craving Peter's touch. Shaking my head, I leaped to my feet in an attempt to knock some sense into my head. It was late—I just wasn't thinking straight, that was all.

But it was too late—the idea had been planted in my head, and soon consumed my every thought. I won't deny it—I'd always been slightly attracted to Peter. He was witty, flirtatious, and had the best hair of any teenage boy on Earth—but he was my friend. I'd never dreamed of being in a relationship with him—the idea always seemed so surreal.

Not anymore. Sitting back down on the staircase, I rested my chin on my hands and let out an exasperated sigh. Five minutes had passed since Peter had left, and I still had no idea what I was feeling. I knew that soon enough, someone in the house would come tromping downstairs, whether for a glass of water or a late-night makeout session, but either way, I really didn't want to be found. Especially not by the Professor, who would immediately see right into my mind and know exactly what I was thinking. I definitely did not want anyone poking around in there right now.

Hearing voices on the stairs, I made a snap decision and padded quietly outside, sprinting down the steps towards the lake. Water always seemed to calm me and clear my head—and that was just what I needed right now.

I was just about to flop down on the inviting grass by the lake, when I saw something whiz down the lawn out of the corner of my eye. Suspecting a certain silver-haired mutant was involved, I decided to investigate. No matter how confused I was at the moment, I needed to face Peter at some point or another, and now seemed like the perfect time to do it.

Stealthily, so he didn't see me coming, I crept over to where I'd seen his trail of beaten down grass lead; the large oak tree in the front of the mansion. Sure enough, as I approached the tree, I noticed a silver-haired boy in a Pink Floyd t-shirt and goggles leaning up against the trunk, arms crossed.

"Peter!" I hissed, startling him. He made to dash off, but I caught his arm before he could so much as move a foot.

"Wait, I have to talk to you."

He tilted his head, and surprisingly didn't cut in with a witty remark. Hopefully this meant he was as awkward and embarrassed as I was.

"Well, you see, you know, back there—umm, I just—"

"Yeah?" He asked, suppressing a smirk. Glaring at him, I continued, getting more nervous by the second. The way he was looking at me—it was unnerving.

"I just—well, I don't know exactly what you did back there, or what it meant, but I really want to know why y—"

I was cut off by him again; but this time, not by words. In a flash (literally), his lips were against mine, and I felt his arms reach up to cup my face. I was taken aback at first, but soon responded, stringing my arms around his neck.

For a mutant with superspeed, Peter was a surprisingly slow kisser. As his lips moved in sync with mine, I felt his arms move down from my neck to my waist, coming to rest at last on my hips. I felt his tongue against my bottom lip, begging for entrance—which of course I granted him.

Kissing Peter, something I'd never actually thought of doing until today, seemed strangely comfortable. I know that when best friends start a romance, there's always the usual awkwardness, and the "I used to play in the mud with you" kind of tension—but not in this case.

As the kiss got more and more passionate, Peter started backing me up towards the tree, and gently pinned me against it. I ran my fingers through his silver hair, and he let out an involuntary moan. Smirking, I tugged on his hair at the nape of his neck, which solicited another sound of pleasure from him.

Unfortunately, as I triumphantly made him lose his control, he decided to punish me. Leaving my lips, he moved down my cheekbone and onto my neck, kissing and biting at my collarbone. Between kisses, he murmered into my skin; "Kim.....I think I....I think.....I love you......"

I grinned, and directed his head back up, so he was looking me in the eye.

"Peter," I breathed, still red and woozy from his touch.

"I love you."    

THE END