Days of My Past

That Hair Makes You Look Like A Grandmother

We get to the Pentagon and I stay with Peter. Just for extra protection and Erik might be more calm if I'm there. I decided against telling anyone about last night. Peter can't help us if he's dead. So this morning he sped downstairs back to the couch before anyone noticed.

But it had to be one of the most exhilarating moments of my life. I reached a point where my body was covered in scales and he had to stop.

I couldn't describe what I was feeling. I couldn't stop myself from changing.

"So am I just a lizard?"

"No you are way cooler. Can you change the colors?"

"I can try."

"Alright just relax and clear your head."

I close my eyes and focus. I don't feel any change at all.

"Ugh why isn't it working?" I ask frustrated.

"Well you changed back." I open my eyes and he's right. I am back to normal. He gives me a smile.

"What is it?"

"You're just really pretty." I feel myself blush and he kisses me again. I don't hesitate to return it, letting him climb back on top of me and explore every inch of me inside and out.

It was a long night, in a good way. I never thought of myself like that with another person, but Peter didn't make me feel like an outcast. He understood me and made me feel powerful. Like I was a blessing, not a burden.

As we make our way away from the main tourist area, he grabs my hand and we speed downstairs. We see a man taking a tray to Erik's cell and we speed inside just as it closes. He notices us and jumps. I catch the tray as he drops it. He quickly undresses the man taping him to the wall and I watch in amazement.

"So are you going to tell them what happened last night?" He asks after getting changed.

"Are you kidding me? I can't just tell them that you-"

"I meant about your powers." He laughs

"Oh. I'm not sure yet. I can't exactly tell them you helped me enhance my powers by..." I look at the guard and bite my lip. "Well you know." Peter chuckles.

"Yeah I do. But you have to learn how to control it, so when this is over you should look me up and I can help you."

"Help me or help yourself?" I smirk.

"Eh maybe a bit of both." He stops and just smiles at me.

"Why do you keep doing that?" I cross my arms shyly.

"I'm gonna be honest I've never been with a girl like you."

"I don't doubt that."

"I mean it. I've had my share of encounters with the opposite sex, but you have got to be the best one. You are smoking." He smirks. He looks to the guard. "Isn't she? Like wow." He nods nervously and I blush. "Hey how long does this elevator take?" The guard muffles. "Oh right sorry." He rips off a piece of tape.

"You have thirty seconds left." He tapes his mouth back up and grabs my waist.

He smashes his lips on mine. Might as well. He's slower. Thanks to me. But he's playful. He likes teasing me. Like everything is a game to him. He is a sweet guy.

The elevator dings and I let go, hand him the tray, and speed to the corner. He smirks and walks down the hall. I smile to myself and the guard rolls his eyes. I shrug and we wait. In a few minutes the alarm goes off. I hear the guards move away from the elevator and closer to the cell. I take a peek and in a second my hair blows back like a high powered fan is aimed at my face. The elevator closes and I turn around.