The next morning was rather insipid. As the alarm clock wailed Marie
fumbled for it in her half aroused state and simply unplugged it.
"Marie get up it's six thirty and you said that you wanted to get started on sight seeing by eight, so get dressed while I go run down to the bakery and get us some breakfast ok?" Betsy shouted from the bathroom. Marie groaned and rolled her eyes. It simply baffled her that Betsy was always awake before her. ' You must have some kind of an eternal clock..." Marie mumbled. "How long have you been up."
"Oh twenty minutes or so, why?"
"No reason..." Marie muttered as unwillingly rose from her bed and stumbled into the bathroom. Much to her surprise she found that the Brit. was already dressed and was just putting on her finishing touches of make up.
"You're way too Martha Stewart for me..." Marie grumbled.
"Better than to be a hum bug when you wake up." Betsy countered with a laugh as she put away her mascara. She then quirked a brow as Marie just stared at her. "Hey love, no sleeping with your eyes open now seriously wake up..." Betsy said as she shoved her a little snapping the brunette out of her strange daydream. Betsy then exited the bathroom and grabbed purse before heading out the door.
"Ah swear that gal is tha only person Ah know that wears a Gucci dress and pumps and doesn't get blisters after a long day of walking.
--
Betsy casually walked over to the elevator and pressed the down button. The doors parted as she steeped in and pressed the lobby button. As the doors slowly merged she could hear a masculine voice shout "Hold the elevator!" She quickly pressed the open button and smiled broadly as she watched the gent slip through the doors.
After a few seconds he smiled at her."Hello." He said softly to her as the elevator doors closed. Betsy replied with a shy "Good Day." As she desperately tried not to gaze into his sapphire eyes. Her eyes shifted to his trench coat, which he wore elegantly over his Versaci suit.
"So you're from England, are you here for Mardi Gras?" He asked after an uncomfortable pregnant pause, they did have many flights to go down and he found her to be quite the catch, what could a little small talk hurt?
"Oh, umm yes my friend Marie and I are here to soak up the nightlife...I told her that I was going to bring her here whether she liked it or not. She's too shy." She said with a small laugh.
"So are you having a good time then?" He inquired as he flashed a small smile.
"Oh, yes we are having a smashing good time actually, what about you are you in town for business or pleasure..." her voice purposely shifted towards a more sultry tone at pleasure.
The young man exploded with laughter, as did Betsy. "Good to see you have a good sense of humor, most people would have taken me seriously if I had asked them that question.
"I am here for both actually..." he said between the fits of laughter. "I am here to do a business deal and also to watch the parades and enjoy a few drinks.
Suddenly the elevator stopped between the 13th and the 12th floor. The lights flickered off as well.
"What just happened?" Betsy asked softly. A set of emergency lights then clicked on.
"Umm I think the elevator is stuck..." he said with a chuckle.
"Looks like I am going to be late for my business meeting..."
"You've got to be bloody joking...." She said as she reached for the elevator phone and dialed for help.
She was greeted with a rather sleepy voice on the other end of the line.
"May I help you?" the voice asked on the other end of the line.
"Yes, umm you see I am stuck on the elevator along with a gentleman, can you get someone to come and fix it please?" she asked.
"Ok but it might take a while so please don't panic, it is 7 a.m. so the crew is just now getting to work."
"Ok, that's fine but please do hurry..." Betsy responded before hanging up.
--
Betsy slowly slid down the wall into a sitting position and looked up at the blonde haired angel for a moment before she extended her hand out to him. "My name is Betsy, what's yours?"
"Wa-Tobias.....Tobias the iii." He said as he gently shook her hand and smiled. "It's nice to meet you Betsy."
"Like wise." She said as she flashed a small grin. He then took a seat down beside her and carefully rested his back against the wall.
"Hey Tobias?"
"Yeah?" He asked as he looked into her mischievous eyes.
"You're not a serial killer are you?" she asked with a laugh, she felt something was needed to break the tension. Her question sent him into another fit of laughter.
"Actually...no I'm kidding no I'm not a serial killer. " He said with a small smirk on his face.
"I'm a British spy...." Betsy said casually with a serious face.
"For real?"
"No, I'm just joshing with you dear."
"It's nice to be able to joke with someone like this, usually everyone is too uptight." Tobias said as he adjusted his trench coat slightly. He was getting a bit toasty, as was Betsy.
--
"So Betsy what do you do for a living?" he asked as he looked up towards the ceiling and closed his eyes for a moment.
"Well I am a child psychologist actually..." she responded casually.
"That's a good profession." He replied as he looked back to her.
"What about you?"
"I just run a small business in the Northeast..." he trailed off.
"Oh I see, do you like it?"
He simply nodded and stretched his back. Betsy gently touched her forehead as she began to make a telepathic link with Marie. ' Marie I'm stuck in elevator with a real hot one...go get breakfast without me ok?'
' Ok' she responded mentally. ' I'll get you something to eat while I am there and come back.'
"Umm are you alright Betsy?" Tobias asked as he watched her close her eyes and place a finger to her temple. "Do you have a headache or something?"
"Oh no, I'm fine dear, thanks for the concern..."
Tobias nodded as he lightly began to fan himself. He then sat up from the wall and yawned softly.
Betsy couldn't help but grow a bit curious as she watched him for a moment. ' I wonder if he'll feel me probing around his mind if I try it...' she pondered to herself. Seeing he was a bit tired now was the perfect time to do it since his guard was down. She slowly established a telepathic connection between herself and him and began to gently prod at his mind a bit, trying to stir up his most recent thoughts.
--
' Wow she's really beautiful even if I did have a chance with her I am sure she would flee if she ever found out what I was...man my back aches I really need to stretch but I can't because she's here. Wow she's really beautiful. Huh, it feels like someone else is here beside her...but I guess that is impossible.'
' Wow he senses my telepathy slightly...I wonder if he's a mutant...' she pondered after breaking her connection with him.
"Did it hurt when you got that tattoo?" He inquired. How he longed to run a finger down that beautiful mark which accented her lovely eyes, yet he fought back the urge.
"Oh yeah it did, but I like it a lot so the pain was worth it."
At that moment Tobias' cell phone rang.
"Please excuse me," for a moment he said as he took the call.
"Hello, yes I know I apologize but I am currently stuck in an elevator at the hotel...can we reschedule for a few hours? I have no idea when the maintenance crew will take to get it fixed. Ok....ok thank you very much good bye." He then hung it up and sighed.
"Sounded like it went well."
"Yeah, luckily that company is really understanding." He responded with a sigh.
--
"Hey can I ask you something?"
"Hmm..."
"Is your hair color natural?"
"Why?"
"Just curious."
"Well in my case yeah it is..."
"Ah I see..."
"Does it bother you that I'm a mutant?" She asked seeing he had pieced the puzzle together.
"No not at all, would you mind telling me your power?"
"Umm....well I'm a telepath..." Her response was a bit shy but Tobias simply smiled at her.
"I guess that explains that presence I thought I felt, were you trying to tap into my mind?"
"Yeah I was just curious what you were thinking I'm really sorry...I didn't go too deep I promise..."
"It's fine..." he said as he slowly removed his trench coat and stretched his white-feathered wings. "Ahhh that feels so good, they were really cramping up there for a second."
"Wow." She breathed softly "They're beautiful...."
"You think so? They tend to cause a lot of problems..."
"It must be nice though..."
"Huh?"
"To fly I mean...It must be nice to feel the wind against your face, I know people are really hostile towards people like us and your mutation is harder to hide but I think it is a wonderful one to have. When I first got my powers I kept having all of these other people's thoughts running through my head it was so confusing and painful and sometimes I would accidentally project my thoughts into others minds...it was a mess...I'm sorry I didn't mean to just spill my beans I just rarely get to talk to someone openly about my powers..." She said humbly.
"It's fine it's been a while since I have talked about mine as well. I remember when my wings first started to grow I had really bad back pain, I would take muscle relaxers and other things and my parents took me to specialist to specialist because the pain didn't stop. As time moved on X- rays started showing extra bones forming and one day they just ripped through my back...I had to get a private mutant doctor to come in and heal the wounds the wings caused...ever since then I have always had to wear a trench coat or something to cover them up..." he said softly.
"Do you mind if I...." Tobias cut her off. "No go right ahead..."
Her slender hand slowly reached out for his left wing. A small shiver ran down her spine as she felt how soft his feathers were. He watched her quietly with shy smile upon his face. "Does it really feel that nice?" he asked quietly. "The people that do know seem to be fascinated with touching the..." he then trailed off as he closed his eyes. He could feel her fingers gently scratching his wing, it felt heavenly.
"Mmm..." He moaned quietly. Betsy slowly realized what she was doing and blushed.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to did I hurt you?"
"No, not at all actually it feels really nice to have my wings scratched but I don't recommend doing it again..." his cheeks were slightly pink from fluster. Betsy shyly sat beside him in silence for a moment. Suddenly the elevator started moving again. Tobias gently slipped his coat back on and stood up, offering his hand to Betsy.
"I know this sounds slightly forward but may I have your number?" He asked as the floor approached the lobby level. Betsy took out a pen and paper and scribbled her room number along with her cell phone number. Tobias did the same and exchanged with her. As the elevator door opened he gave her a wink as he exited. "We'll definitely have to do this again sometime...." She laughed softly. He simply grinned at her and exited the hotel.
"Marie get up it's six thirty and you said that you wanted to get started on sight seeing by eight, so get dressed while I go run down to the bakery and get us some breakfast ok?" Betsy shouted from the bathroom. Marie groaned and rolled her eyes. It simply baffled her that Betsy was always awake before her. ' You must have some kind of an eternal clock..." Marie mumbled. "How long have you been up."
"Oh twenty minutes or so, why?"
"No reason..." Marie muttered as unwillingly rose from her bed and stumbled into the bathroom. Much to her surprise she found that the Brit. was already dressed and was just putting on her finishing touches of make up.
"You're way too Martha Stewart for me..." Marie grumbled.
"Better than to be a hum bug when you wake up." Betsy countered with a laugh as she put away her mascara. She then quirked a brow as Marie just stared at her. "Hey love, no sleeping with your eyes open now seriously wake up..." Betsy said as she shoved her a little snapping the brunette out of her strange daydream. Betsy then exited the bathroom and grabbed purse before heading out the door.
"Ah swear that gal is tha only person Ah know that wears a Gucci dress and pumps and doesn't get blisters after a long day of walking.
--
Betsy casually walked over to the elevator and pressed the down button. The doors parted as she steeped in and pressed the lobby button. As the doors slowly merged she could hear a masculine voice shout "Hold the elevator!" She quickly pressed the open button and smiled broadly as she watched the gent slip through the doors.
After a few seconds he smiled at her."Hello." He said softly to her as the elevator doors closed. Betsy replied with a shy "Good Day." As she desperately tried not to gaze into his sapphire eyes. Her eyes shifted to his trench coat, which he wore elegantly over his Versaci suit.
"So you're from England, are you here for Mardi Gras?" He asked after an uncomfortable pregnant pause, they did have many flights to go down and he found her to be quite the catch, what could a little small talk hurt?
"Oh, umm yes my friend Marie and I are here to soak up the nightlife...I told her that I was going to bring her here whether she liked it or not. She's too shy." She said with a small laugh.
"So are you having a good time then?" He inquired as he flashed a small smile.
"Oh, yes we are having a smashing good time actually, what about you are you in town for business or pleasure..." her voice purposely shifted towards a more sultry tone at pleasure.
The young man exploded with laughter, as did Betsy. "Good to see you have a good sense of humor, most people would have taken me seriously if I had asked them that question.
"I am here for both actually..." he said between the fits of laughter. "I am here to do a business deal and also to watch the parades and enjoy a few drinks.
Suddenly the elevator stopped between the 13th and the 12th floor. The lights flickered off as well.
"What just happened?" Betsy asked softly. A set of emergency lights then clicked on.
"Umm I think the elevator is stuck..." he said with a chuckle.
"Looks like I am going to be late for my business meeting..."
"You've got to be bloody joking...." She said as she reached for the elevator phone and dialed for help.
She was greeted with a rather sleepy voice on the other end of the line.
"May I help you?" the voice asked on the other end of the line.
"Yes, umm you see I am stuck on the elevator along with a gentleman, can you get someone to come and fix it please?" she asked.
"Ok but it might take a while so please don't panic, it is 7 a.m. so the crew is just now getting to work."
"Ok, that's fine but please do hurry..." Betsy responded before hanging up.
--
Betsy slowly slid down the wall into a sitting position and looked up at the blonde haired angel for a moment before she extended her hand out to him. "My name is Betsy, what's yours?"
"Wa-Tobias.....Tobias the iii." He said as he gently shook her hand and smiled. "It's nice to meet you Betsy."
"Like wise." She said as she flashed a small grin. He then took a seat down beside her and carefully rested his back against the wall.
"Hey Tobias?"
"Yeah?" He asked as he looked into her mischievous eyes.
"You're not a serial killer are you?" she asked with a laugh, she felt something was needed to break the tension. Her question sent him into another fit of laughter.
"Actually...no I'm kidding no I'm not a serial killer. " He said with a small smirk on his face.
"I'm a British spy...." Betsy said casually with a serious face.
"For real?"
"No, I'm just joshing with you dear."
"It's nice to be able to joke with someone like this, usually everyone is too uptight." Tobias said as he adjusted his trench coat slightly. He was getting a bit toasty, as was Betsy.
--
"So Betsy what do you do for a living?" he asked as he looked up towards the ceiling and closed his eyes for a moment.
"Well I am a child psychologist actually..." she responded casually.
"That's a good profession." He replied as he looked back to her.
"What about you?"
"I just run a small business in the Northeast..." he trailed off.
"Oh I see, do you like it?"
He simply nodded and stretched his back. Betsy gently touched her forehead as she began to make a telepathic link with Marie. ' Marie I'm stuck in elevator with a real hot one...go get breakfast without me ok?'
' Ok' she responded mentally. ' I'll get you something to eat while I am there and come back.'
"Umm are you alright Betsy?" Tobias asked as he watched her close her eyes and place a finger to her temple. "Do you have a headache or something?"
"Oh no, I'm fine dear, thanks for the concern..."
Tobias nodded as he lightly began to fan himself. He then sat up from the wall and yawned softly.
Betsy couldn't help but grow a bit curious as she watched him for a moment. ' I wonder if he'll feel me probing around his mind if I try it...' she pondered to herself. Seeing he was a bit tired now was the perfect time to do it since his guard was down. She slowly established a telepathic connection between herself and him and began to gently prod at his mind a bit, trying to stir up his most recent thoughts.
--
' Wow she's really beautiful even if I did have a chance with her I am sure she would flee if she ever found out what I was...man my back aches I really need to stretch but I can't because she's here. Wow she's really beautiful. Huh, it feels like someone else is here beside her...but I guess that is impossible.'
' Wow he senses my telepathy slightly...I wonder if he's a mutant...' she pondered after breaking her connection with him.
"Did it hurt when you got that tattoo?" He inquired. How he longed to run a finger down that beautiful mark which accented her lovely eyes, yet he fought back the urge.
"Oh yeah it did, but I like it a lot so the pain was worth it."
At that moment Tobias' cell phone rang.
"Please excuse me," for a moment he said as he took the call.
"Hello, yes I know I apologize but I am currently stuck in an elevator at the hotel...can we reschedule for a few hours? I have no idea when the maintenance crew will take to get it fixed. Ok....ok thank you very much good bye." He then hung it up and sighed.
"Sounded like it went well."
"Yeah, luckily that company is really understanding." He responded with a sigh.
--
"Hey can I ask you something?"
"Hmm..."
"Is your hair color natural?"
"Why?"
"Just curious."
"Well in my case yeah it is..."
"Ah I see..."
"Does it bother you that I'm a mutant?" She asked seeing he had pieced the puzzle together.
"No not at all, would you mind telling me your power?"
"Umm....well I'm a telepath..." Her response was a bit shy but Tobias simply smiled at her.
"I guess that explains that presence I thought I felt, were you trying to tap into my mind?"
"Yeah I was just curious what you were thinking I'm really sorry...I didn't go too deep I promise..."
"It's fine..." he said as he slowly removed his trench coat and stretched his white-feathered wings. "Ahhh that feels so good, they were really cramping up there for a second."
"Wow." She breathed softly "They're beautiful...."
"You think so? They tend to cause a lot of problems..."
"It must be nice though..."
"Huh?"
"To fly I mean...It must be nice to feel the wind against your face, I know people are really hostile towards people like us and your mutation is harder to hide but I think it is a wonderful one to have. When I first got my powers I kept having all of these other people's thoughts running through my head it was so confusing and painful and sometimes I would accidentally project my thoughts into others minds...it was a mess...I'm sorry I didn't mean to just spill my beans I just rarely get to talk to someone openly about my powers..." She said humbly.
"It's fine it's been a while since I have talked about mine as well. I remember when my wings first started to grow I had really bad back pain, I would take muscle relaxers and other things and my parents took me to specialist to specialist because the pain didn't stop. As time moved on X- rays started showing extra bones forming and one day they just ripped through my back...I had to get a private mutant doctor to come in and heal the wounds the wings caused...ever since then I have always had to wear a trench coat or something to cover them up..." he said softly.
"Do you mind if I...." Tobias cut her off. "No go right ahead..."
Her slender hand slowly reached out for his left wing. A small shiver ran down her spine as she felt how soft his feathers were. He watched her quietly with shy smile upon his face. "Does it really feel that nice?" he asked quietly. "The people that do know seem to be fascinated with touching the..." he then trailed off as he closed his eyes. He could feel her fingers gently scratching his wing, it felt heavenly.
"Mmm..." He moaned quietly. Betsy slowly realized what she was doing and blushed.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to did I hurt you?"
"No, not at all actually it feels really nice to have my wings scratched but I don't recommend doing it again..." his cheeks were slightly pink from fluster. Betsy shyly sat beside him in silence for a moment. Suddenly the elevator started moving again. Tobias gently slipped his coat back on and stood up, offering his hand to Betsy.
"I know this sounds slightly forward but may I have your number?" He asked as the floor approached the lobby level. Betsy took out a pen and paper and scribbled her room number along with her cell phone number. Tobias did the same and exchanged with her. As the elevator door opened he gave her a wink as he exited. "We'll definitely have to do this again sometime...." She laughed softly. He simply grinned at her and exited the hotel.