Chapter Eight: Bad Meeting
Three weeks had passed since the incident in Salem Center, and Ana was feeling happier than ever. Warren and her spent most of their time together, doing what couple did. Ana had never experienced anything like this before, and she hoped that this would last forever. That she could just continue living her, spending time with Warren. If she had him she didn't really need anything else, he made her happier than she'd ever been before.
But this day, however, Ana was alone, and she hated it. Warren's father had called the other day and left a message with Storm. He'd quite simply stated that Warren needed to come home to take care of some business matters. Warren had paled as Storm passed on the message, and Ana knew that this was not a meeting he would be looking forward to. Warren had gone through a lot with his father creating the cure, and ever since he'd left he hadn't had any contact with his father. But he obviously felt like he had to go, and sent a message back with Storm, saying that he'd come. But there was something that changed in him with the aspect of meeting his father, and for the rest of the evening he'd been silent. Ana wasn't sure what to so, whether to comfort him or leave him alone, but ended up on staying with him and just not talk about it. Warren would talk to her if he felt like it.
She didn't even see him before he left. She had said goodnight to him in his room the night before and he had just given her a peck on the cheek before he left. And when she went down to breakfast the next morning he was nowhere to be seen, and Ana guess that he'd left early. She ate her food alone, lost in thought on how he was doing. She hoped that everything was fine with him and that his father didn't hurt him anymore than he already had.
After breakfast Ana made her way to the classroom they had science in. Hank McCoy was teaching it, and even if he was a good teacher and chemistry usually was pretty interesting Ana found it hard to concentrate on her work, and her experiment went horribly wrong. Instead of the clear blue liquid they should have made by the end of the experiment she ended up with a foamy yellow substance that smelled of rotten eggs. The classroom had to be cleared out so they could get the stench out, it was not possibly to keep up any lectures in it as it was. Ana didn't even feel embarrassed by it, she was too busy thinking about Warren and praying that he was fine.
Since the rest of the class had to be dismissed she walked back to her bed and dropped down on her bed. She was restless but couldn't find anything to do, so she just sat there and played with her powers. There was something about concentrating on getting the sparks of electricity to do just what she wanted to that worked as meditation for her. She would let them trail around her hand, sometimes just creating patterns to see how much control she could have over them. Occasionally she'd send bolts shooting through the room. She was careful to kill the bolt before they hit anything. She'd learned that hard way that her bolts could be stronger than she thought, and several scorch marks on the walls and roof was testament to from times when she didn't react quick enough to stop the bolts. She had a long way to go until she fully controlled her powers, but she was willing to train hard to get to that point.
She rolled her bottom lip into her mouth and bit it in concentration as she tried to create a shield like the one she had created in the Danger Room when she'd been attacked by the insects, but she couldn't seem to recreate it. All she managed was some feeble shields barely half her size, but they quickly faded away. She just couldn't seem to remember what she'd done to make the shield that time. Maybe it was something that she could only do once, or maybe only under stress. Either way, it annoyed her. A proper shield, a strong lasting one, would be a much better defence than the cocoons she could make. A shield could protect others as well, not just her.
As she was practising, this time creating a shield that she actually managed to keep up for longer than a second, she heard a knock on the door, and the shield died the very instant she didn't concentrate fully on it. She sighed and rolled her eyes as she jumped to her feet and walked over to the door. Her lips instantly quirked into a small smile as she opened it and saw Warren standing outside.
He was breathing heavily and leaning against the doorframe, looking plain exhausted, like if he'd run the whole way from the bus stop to the mansion. Ana's eyes slid over him and she saw that he was wearing a black suit with a long dark coat over it. He looked very…upper-class, and Ana wasn't sure how she felt about the look, she was so used to seeing him with a more casual look.
There was something wrong with the way he looked, but it took Ana a few moments to understand just what it was, to realise that she couldn't see his wings. Her eyes widened, but she didn't say anything as he stepped into the room and pulled the door close behind him. She wanted to say something, but he didn't seem particularly talkative and she didn't want to upset him further.
Warren stopped in the middle of the room with his back towards her, and she stayed by the door, leaning against it and looking at him, waiting for him to talk first. But Warren didn't say anything, he just shrugged off the long coat and let it slide to the floor. Soon his jacket and white shirt followed and Ana couldn't help the gasp that escaped from her mouth. She lifted her hand to her mouth as she saw just why she hadn't seen his wings earlier. Brown leather straps crossed over his beautiful wings, keeping them close to his back. With the long coat they'd been practically invisible.
She saw Warren lift his hands and open what had to be buckles in the front, and soon the leather harness dropped to the floor and his wings stretched out until they nearly touch the sides of the room. Then he folded them back to his back, picked up the harness and walked over to the window. He pushed it open and tossed the harness out the window. Then he turned towards her.
His look was one of pain. Not physical pain, but mental pain. He looked so sad, so burdened and it was easy to tell that he was going through a hard time. There could only be one reason for the harness and the pained look: his meeting with his father. She knew very well of Warren Jr's feelings towards mutants and that the fact that his son was one had been a heavy blow to him. The harness was probably made so he didn't have to deal with the fact that his only son and heir had wings, so it wouldn't be a constant reminder. The harness didn't look new, and Ana suspected it was well-work.
She couldn't stand this silence, couldn't stand the look on his face, so she walked over to him and let her arms circle his waist and rested her head against his chest. For a moment Warren stood motionless, but then he lifted his own hands and laid them around her shoulders.
"I'm never going back there," Warren said. Ana didn't answer him, only held him closer. He loved her for being so kind and for wanting to comfort him, but he needed to tell her this, needed to get it off his chest. He pushed her slightly away so he could look at her face.
"My place is here, near you. Not hidden in some dark office working for my father. I'm never going back there," he said and meant it with all of his heart. The meeting today had just shown him that there was no way he could live the life his father wanted him to live. Warren was a mutant, and he'd never be as normal as his father wanted him to be. He'd forever have these wings, and they were such a big part of who he was. There was no way he could live a life where he'd have to wear the harness every single day and spend all his time in the office. Warren wanted to do something, to be someone other than a Worthington. He wanted to be himself, and that was not what he'd be if he did as his father wanted him to.
He shuddered just by thinking about the meeting earlier. It was one of those memories he intended to file at the back of his mind and forget. His father just couldn't seem to grasp the fact that Warren didn't want to follow in his footsteps, and it had all ended with a big fight that Warren had stormed away from.
All Warren had wanted throughout the meeting was to get out and get back to Ana. She was the only one who understood and accepted him. His father would never do that. Warren knew that his father's loved him, in his own way, but he'd never accept him, and that Warren couldn't live with.
Ana didn't answer him in words, but reached up, standing on her toes and kissed him. Just with that small touch he forgot everything about the meeting, and all his worries just melted away and just kissed her back. His mouth opened slightly and his tongue darted out to meet hers in a very enjoyable battle. Ana slowly slid her arms up his torso, and the touch made him quiver. As she pulled her arms around his neck it was his turn. He slid his arms down her back, and could feel her shiver under his touch as his hands rested against the small of her back. He pulled her even closer to him, his body aching to be as close as possible to her.
There was a sudden friction as her top slid up and her bare tummy rubbed against his own bare stomach. The heat of her against him made him moan into the kiss, a moan that only intensified the kiss. His hands slowly slid lower, inch by inch, and he soon cupped her ass. God, I want her so badly, Warren thought and hoped badly that she wanted him in the same way as well. They had never gone far beyond making out, but Warren was starting to think he couldn't wait another minute to go all the way with her, he just wanted her so badly it was driving him crazy. So far he'd been holding back, not wanting to push her away by going to far, but there was something about her now that told him that she might be as ready as he was.
Ana was doing her very best to keep her knees from buckling under her as Warren's hands slid over her ass. It just felt so very right with his hands on hers, and as he started to back them up, in the direction she knew her bed was, she didn't complain. She was hoping that if she was on the bed she didn't have to worry about her legs giving in under her. But halfway there Ana's leg got caught in the coat that lay curled up where Warren had left it. She tried to gain her balance, but in the attempt only managed to let go of his neck and fall flat on her ass with an audible thud. She looked up at Warren who looked like he was just about to break into a fit of laughter. He was biting his lower lip, and she could see his eyes sparkle.
She beat him to it. Her laughter started as a giggle, but soon grew and Warren let go as well. While still laughing he sank to his knees next to her, and then he leaned in to kiss her. She grabbed him around the neck and pulled him down so she lay flat on the floor with him halfway on top of her. When Warren pulled away from the kiss she bit his lower lip, making him purr in pleasure. She loved that way she affected him.
Warren rose to his feet and pulled Ana up with him. She rested her hands on his shoulders and planted a kiss on his mouth before she pulled away. "You know? That coat is downright dangerous!" She pointed towards the coat on the floor. "My ass really hurts!" She rubbed her behind to emphasise just how badly it hurt, but with the way she was grinning it wasn't difficult for Warren to see that she wasn't hurting bad at all. In fact she had barely noticed it.
Warren took a step closer to her. "I'm so sorry, isn't there anything I could do to make it better?" A sly smile erupted over his face. "Want me to blow on it to make it better?" He lifted his eyebrows suggestively, and Ana didn't know what to say. He had never said anything quite so straightforward before, and Ana was a bit taken back by it. There was something different between them tonight, and even if she liked it she didn't quite know how to behave. His smiled faded instantly and he closed his eyes for a second as he noticed her look of confusion and insecurity.
"I'm so sorry, that sounded really stupid. I, I…" He stumbled in his words and his eyes locked to his feet. Ana knew she'd screwed up and offended him and stepped closer to him to make it up to him.
"No, don't be sorry! I was just a bit surprised I guess," she said and he looked up at her.
"So you don't hate me now?" Ana saw his mouth twitch into a half smile and couldn't help but to smile back. She shook her head.
"Of course I don't hate you! Don't be stupid, Warren." She decided to show him how little she hated him and let her hands slowly trail up his stomach. They left a trail of gooseflesh in their wake. She slid them around his neck and gently kissed his cheek.
"I could never hate you." He shuddered as her warm breath caressed his ear and she closed her eyes and waited for a second while gathering some courage.
"But you will have to blow on it, it does kind of hurt still." She kept her eyes closed and hoped she hadn't crossed some line and made him uncomfortable. His laughter was an answer good enough, but when he grabbed her around the waist and carried her over to the bed her uncertainty was gone in an instant. He dropped her down on her stomach and swung a leg over hers so he straddled her thighs. She laughed and tried to turn around, but he held her in position.
"So, where does it hurt? Here?" He planted a kiss right above the waistline of her jeans. She tried to tell him that she had just been kidding, but he ignored her and tugged the waistline down an inch and kissed the skin there as well.
"Or here?" he said and effectively rendered her speechless. She couldn't seem to make any coherent words and just moaned. He lifted his body slightly so she had room to turn to her back and then he kissed her softly on the lips before he pulled away slightly and asked "Or maybe here?"
She interrupted him by lifting her head and catching his lips again. She was not in a mood to talk, all she wanted was to be with him, and feel his body next to hers and be lost in the softness of his lips. His kisses were tender at first, but they soon developed. Neither of them could seem to get enough and the kisses grew hungrier. Her hands explored every part of his upper body, and he kept tugging on her top to get it out of the way so he could do the same. She longed to feel his skin next to hers as well, so after a while she pushed him up to a sitting position and followed as much as she could so she could pull the top over her head and toss it away.
Ana dropped back on bed, but Warren lingered in a sitting position so he could take a good look on her. The simple black bra she wore stood in sharp contrast to her white skin. Her lips were swollen from their kisses and her dark hair flowed around her shoulders. She was so beautiful, and he couldn't get enough of her, and just wanted to stare at her forever. But then her icy-blue eyes with their thick, dark lashes sought out his and he couldn't stay away from her a second longer. He started at her forehead and kissed his way down the side of her face to her neck and then down her tummy. She wriggled under him, something that only encouraged him to keep on what he was doing. He kissed his way down to the waistline of her jeans and then started his way up again. This time he briefly kissed her breasts when he passed them. She unconsciously arched her back when she felt his lips touch them, but he nevertheless left them to find her lips. Her hands had clutched the sheets while he was exploring her body, but now it was her turn.
Suddenly she pushed his chest so he toppled off her and landed on his side next to her. She swept one leg over him so she straddled his hips. She laid her hands on his chest and gently scratched her nails over it and down his abdomen. He moaned in pleasure, something that encouraged Ana to keep on. She stroked her hands all over his upper body, feeling every inch of his skin. She smiled as she saw his eyes close in pleasure. She leaned closer and gently kissed both his eyelids before finding his lips. Her hands rested on the sides of his head, to keep her from falling atop of him. He, on the other hand, seemed to have other plans.
He encircled her waist with his arms and pulled her closer so she lay as a blanket on top of him. Then he carefully turned them around so she was on her back and he halfway on top of her. His hands dropped from her waist to caress her jeans-clad thighs, and then they travelled to the waistline of her jeans and the buttons there. He opened the topmost one and then let go of her lips so he could seek out her eyes. He was searching for approval. She arched her back so the fly of her jeans met his hand, something he took as certain approval. He continued to unbutton her jeans till it was left open to show off her simple black underwear. He started to pull down the jeans to get them away and Ana lifted her body to help him. He soon pulled them completely off and threw them away. They landed on her desk and knocked over the lamp that stood there, but neither he nor Ana seemed to take notice. His hands were too busy roaming over the skin newly exposed, and she was too busy trying to get his pants open and out of the way. Unfortunately for her they proved to be a harder task. His belt buckle opened easily, but the buttons seemed resist her every attempt. When he noticed her struggling he smiled and pushed her hands away.
"Having some trouble are we?" He lifted one eyebrow playfully at her. She crossed her arms in front of her while sticking out her lower lip, pouting.
"They won't come off. Stupid pants." A smile threatened to make its way to her lips.
Warren shook his head a little. "Yeah, stupid pants… Sure…" He rolled off her and out of bed where he rose to his feet and turned to face her.
"How about I do it for you?" Again he lifted his eyebrow at her. She just nodded in response. Warren didn't take much time getting the fly open, and the pants soon fell to the floor and he stepped out of them. Ana had to bite her lip to keep her jaw from dropping to the floor. She really hadn't expected Warren to be going commando, but right in front of her was the proof. It was the first time she had ever seen a naked man in real life and she was a little taken back. He was so incredibly beautiful and Ana wanted nothing but to let her fingers feel every inch of his body.
She rose to rest on her elbows and motioned with her head for him to come back to bed. Warren wasn't hard to ask and joined her back in an instant. As she still rested on her elbows Warren was quick to slide his hands around her and open her bra. She helped him get it off, and then he dropped his mouth to her now naked breasts. She drew her breath sharply when his tongue hit her nipples. His breath was so hot and his tongue did just the right things to her body. She felt her arms grow limp under her, and dropped to her back. Things were moving quickly, but there was something about it all that was just so right. She wanted him badly, and she cared about him deeply—there couldn't be anything wrong with this. She'd never understood that whole "wait until you are married" business that her mother had preached about. When it felt this right there was no need to wait, there was no way she'd ever regret this.
Warren's tongue left her breasts and travelled down her tummy to the edge of her panties. He lifted his hands to them as well and slowly edged them down her legs, while his mouth followed them down her thighs. He dropped the underwear on the floor and crept back to kiss her lips. Even as his lips were occupied with her lips his hands were busy at the southern parts of her body. She squirmed under his hands as he hit just the right spots. She wanted him so badly, and couldn't wait a second longer. She curled her legs around his waist and Warren took the hint quickly and moved so he could slide into her. She didn't think she could take his entire length, thought that he would be too big, but she soon adjusted to him, and as soon as Warren started moving she was in heaven.
Warren barely let go of her lips until his climax neared. In fear of disappointing her by coming to early he slowed down and slipped out of her. She tried to protest, but when his hands dropped to take over she gave up and went with it. It didn't take long till his hands brought her over the edge, and even as the last spasms rolled over her body he entered her once again, moving until his own orgasm grabbed hold of him.
Ana had her arms around his back and she pulled him close as they floated on the afterglow. He tried to roll off her so he wouldn't hurt her, but Ana wouldn't let him, and held him tight. She loved to feel his warmth over her own naked body, needed to hold him close. They soon drifted off to sleep.
