"What're you--?" He hadn't had time to move before he'd heard her shift suddenly, and now... Well, he had a lap full of Kitty Pryde, which wasn't necessarily something to complain about. He was suddenly preoccupied with kissing again, too, which was something else he'd probably be better off not questioning.

He was easy. He'd probably openly stated this to her before, and he knew she knew it. He melted, practically, humming and gathering her up in his arms the best that the seat would allow. This was... Forgiveness, right? This was the two of them simplifying. She liked him, he liked her, they were hot for each other. God, could it puh-lease be that simple?