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Telepathic Angel: Don't worry about Scott he'll have his own importance soon enough. I don't want to spill too much but Jean and warren are going to split eventually. Don't be discouraged!
Diaz F: Yes, Jean accepted the proposal only because Warren asked her to she was 'playing along' so to speak in terms of 'game'.
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Chapter 2: Finish One and Start Another
It didn't take much longer for the dinner party to finish, Sara said that she and Paul had to get home and check on their twins who were in the care of a neighbor, Jean's parents had to return home as well since they were leaving early for Elaine's mother's house in the morning. Warren's parents had to return to their home so they would be able to receive guests that were arriving in the morning, and Warren said that he had to take Jean home to the mansion. After everyone had parted and said their goodbyes, Merry Christmas, and Happy New Years, Warren took Jean by the hand and they walked back to his car. "So what do you want to do?" Warren asked opening the passenger side door of his car for Jean.
"I don't know we have the whole night. Did you want to go back to your place?"
"You see this is why I love you so much, Jean." Warren hopped into his seat and started the engine. "You think exactly like I do."
"Well, its not just that, I really don't want to go back to the mansion right now and have everybody who's there make a big deal about this." Jean held up her left hand and flashed the diamond ring. "Are we really engaged now, Warren?"
"Only if you want to be. My father was really pushing me to propose."
"Why?"
Warren reached his arm over the headrest of Jean's seat and looked behind him as he backed out of his parking spot then pulled out of the lot and began the drive back to his apartment. "I think because he just wants me to finally settle down, and he met you and thought, oh she seems nice enough."
"Well that sure boosts my self-esteem."
"Don't harp on it, Jean. We can be engaged if you'd like, but in my opinion, you're way too young to be getting married."
Jean threw her arms up in the air. "Thank you!" she exclaimed. "Finally someone agrees with me!" Warren looked sideways at her and smiled infectiously followed by a wholesome laugh.
They arrived at Warren's apartment building in under ten minutes, he parked the car, and then they walked inside to the elevator that would take them up to his floor. Jean had Warren backed against the wall of the elevator for most of the ride up kissing his neck and rubbing his sides. "Are we just a little bit aroused tonight?" Warren asked playfully.
"Mm, maybe just a little bit." Jean whispered into his ear then nipped at the lobe.
"I did say I'd allow you to finish the game." Warren pushed her off with a small laugh. "Come on, you know I'm ticklish!" The elevator dinged to announce that they had arrived at the floor where Warren's apartment resided. The two lovers disengaged and walked down the hall to his door. Warren removed his keys from his pocket and began trying to unlock the door, but found it hard since Jean's hand was busy with the front of his pants. "Knock it off…" Warren hissed through his teeth as he finally managed to fit the key into the lock and turn the knob. Once inside, Jean placed her purse and coat on the counter then walked seductively over to his stereo system and turned on some quiet music for a background affect. Warren let her keep a few of her CDs here if she wanted to listen to her music. Tonight she did, and chose a Celine Dion CD. Jean had always thought this one song was perfect for setting the mood for deep, emotional lovemaking. The song was quiet, but held so much meaning in it. It started softly as Jean walked back over to Warren gathering her hair up in a ponytail behind her then letting it fall back down. She swayed her hips seductively, moved with the music, and did a twirl.
These walls keep a secretThat only we know
But how long can they keep it
Cause we're two lovers who lose control
We're two shadows chasing rainbows
Behind closed windows
Behind closed doors
The chorus began to play as Jean stepped in front of Warren. He toned the lights down then took the sensual redhead into his arms. Jean slowed down finally wanting to save her energy for when they made love. She ran her hands up Warren's chest pushing his suit jacket off his shoulders as his hands clasped her lower back holding her to him. She undid his tie, unbuttoned his shirt and slid that off his shoulders allowing him to stretch out his soft, white wings. Their length ran halfway across the room. Warren also allowed himself a cat stretch. It felt so good that his wings were finally free after having been confined for the whole day.
"Feel better?" Jean asked running her hand up and down his side.
"Much, thank you." Warren cupped her face in his hands and planted a deep and passionate kiss upon her lips slipping his tongue slowly into her mouth so it could twine gently with hers.
"Wait," Jean whispered pulling back from his embrace. She stepped backward from him then began to remove her dress.
"I want to do it." Warren whispered moving toward her with his hands out. He allowed the music Jean had chosen to lift him up as he slipped the luscious young woman from her dress.
Just two people making memoriesToo good to tell
And these arms are never empty
When we're lying where we fell
We're painting pictures, making magic,
Taking chances,
Making love
If walls could talk - oh
They would say "I want you more"
They would say "hey – never felt like this before"
And that you would always be
The one for me
If the walls had eyes – my
They would see the love inside
They would see – me
In your arms in ecstasy
And with every move they'd know
I love you so
When Jean turned back around to face Warren she was only in her underwear. She had never felt shy around him, Warren hadn't been her first. He clutched Jean to him making her gasp as her breasts came into contact with his chest. They began a round of frenzied kisses on each other's mouths. Warren laid Jean's head on his shoulder as his hands caressed up and down her back and squeezed her ass, and he kissed up and down her neck and her shoulder. Jean loosened his belt, then his pants, and then lowered the zipper on them and gave them a tug so they fell to the floor. Warren kicked them off then scooped the young woman up into his strong arms and carried her into his bedroom where he laid her down on his bed. Warren then laid himself atop her allowing Jean to feel his weight press against her. Her breathing was picking up and sweat was beginning to appear on her forehead. Warren stretched his body out along hers grabbing her hands and holding them above her head with one of his. With the other he reached down her leg and slid his hand under the thin side of her underwear and pulled it down slowly. Jean gasped as his hand made a return trip stopping between her thighs. She pulled him down on top of her, her hands breaking free from their hold and running tightly through his hair.
"Warren…" Jean gasped his name as she laid herself back down. She leaned her head up and kissed him hard as her hands ran down his body and pushed his shorts off.
"How do you want to do it tonight?" Warren asked as he tried to breathe. This was what Jean did to him.
"Sitting up." Jean responded in a breathy whisper. Warren sat up on his bed taking Jean with him and spread his legs so she could rest between them. They kissed feverishly for another minute then Warren lifted Jean up and lowered her slowly onto his member. Jean threw her head back and made a noise somewhere between a laugh and a groan. "War... Warren!" she gasped once she felt him all the way inside her. "Oh God!" Jean wrapped her legs around his thin waist as he began slowly thrusting upward in and out of her. Jean made small groans here and there as she slowly began losing control. "Warren… Oh God!" Warren finally laid her back down on her back supporting himself on his arms. Jean's legs fell from around his waist so they were only parted with Warren lying between them. Her hands reached behind her to grab the headboard, but she had forgotten that it was a solid piece of wood and there was nothing to grab on to. Instead she grabbed a pillow and held on for dear life. She had to let go however when Warren flipped them over and Jean was now on top. Warren took hold of her hips and helped her up so she was straddling him. "How?" Jean managed to gasp.
"Set your own rhythm." Warren responded. Jean did so, not wasting a moment and began thrusting slowly back and forth with Warren's hands on her hips guiding her. After a long five minutes Warren flipped them back over so that he was again on top. He was close to his end and he could feel that Jean was also. Warren laid himself down on her body and thrust hard a few times forcing his orgasm out of himself. He grunted as he pushed at Jean's body. Her mouth was open in a silent scream as she clung to him as the force of her own orgasm tore throughout her body. When he was done Warren collapsed on top of her breathing hard. Jean was panting into his ear as her fingers wound tightly around his blonde hair. "Oh… Jean…" Warren groaned into his pillow. After several minutes of recuperating he rolled himself over onto his back and Jean quickly followed him rolling onto her side and wrapping her arms around his wondrous body. "Hang on…" Warren breathed. He rolled onto his side wrapping his arms around Jean's body and then wrapping his wings around her to hold her securely to him and to keep her warm against the cold night. He reached down and drew his thick blanket over them both. As Jean fell asleep in the circle of his hold he ran a hand through her thick, soft, red hair brushing it away from her face and kissed her forehead. "I love you," he whispered. "Merry Christmas, Jean." And then Warren laid his head down beside hers and fell asleep.
Jean didn't sleep very late the next morning knowing she wanted to get back to the mansion and celebrate Christmas with her friends. She actually awoke with a start sitting straight up in the bed. Warren had always been a light sleeperand woke up when he felt the bed shift as Jean got off of it. He didn't let her know that he was awake and watched her as she slipped her clothes back on. Then Jean walked out to his kitchen to, more than likely, make herself a cup of coffee. Warren continued to lay inhis bed for several minutes before hauling himself out and throwing on a pair of light, drawstring pants. "Good morning." Jean called from the kitchen.
"Good morning. Sleep well?"
"For the most part."
Warren walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her from behind leaning his head on her shoulder. "Dreams bothering you again?"
"Yeah. A lot recently, and I keep having the same one."
"Care to share?"
"I see this huge bird engulfed in flame but it's not burning. Then there's this loud, ear-piercing screech, and I wake up."
"Bird engulfed in flame…" Warren whispered to himself. "You mean like a Phoenix?"
"I guess so." Jean turned away from the stove where she was making scrambled eggs one of the few things she could actually cook and not burn in the process. She kept the spatula moving with her TK as she talked to Warren. "Isn't that the bird that dies and is reborn from the ashes?"
"Yes it is."
"Do you think I'm going to die?"
Warren took hold of Jean's arms shocked to hear her say such a thing, but it didn't surprise him as much. Jean had been through true horrors in her past that Warren couldn't even imagine. "Jean, how can you say that?" Warren asked gently as he held her close. Jean just leaned in to him and allowed his embrace to relax her. They stood there for several minutes just breathing, and that was when Warren caught the smell of something burning.
"Oh great!" Jean exclaimed turning back to the stove. "I've managed to screw up yet again!" She stormed off into the living room.
"Just relax." Warren called after her as he turned the stove off and cleaned up the burnt eggs. "I'll make us breakfast. I just so happen to know how to cook as well, Jean."
Jean's head appeared from around the corner. "Since when?"
"Since I kicked myself out of my parent's house. If I was going to be living on my own I thought I might as well learn how to cook for myself. So I took some classes and now I'm a gourmet chef."
"You are not…"
"Want to bet on that?"
"No."
"Smart girl." In no time at all Warren whipped up two omelets and the young couple was snuggled in front of his Christmas tree watching the lights blink in different colors. "So what do you think?" Warren asked as Jean nibbled on her omelet.
"Very good." Jean said quietly. She felt Warren's wings wrap around her gently giving her a secure feeling and making her feel safe.
"I love you." Warren whispered into her ear. Jean nodded. When they finished their breakfast Warren got dressed, adding a sweater and comfortable shoes to his pants. He would dress more appropriately later since he had to go over to his parent's house for the annual family get together. As they walked down to his car Jean reached down and took his hand.
"Look, I know we only touched base on this last night, but I need to honestly know. Are we engaged or not. I'm going to be bombarded with questions about it when I get back to the mansion and I want to be able to give everyone an honest answer."
"Jean, everyone seems to think I'm in this relationship for the sex, and I'll admit that it's good sex, no, great sex." Jean smiled over at him. "You're welcome." Warren stopped for a moment to push the 'down' button for the elevator. "But I'm not. I truly love you." Warren said looking into Jean's eyes.
"You see, that's my thing." Jean started. The elevator arrived and they got on. Warren punched the button labeled 'Lobby' and the elevator began to move. Jean turned back to him. "Ever since you and I have been together I've never been able to say 'I love you' to your face. Every time someone asks me 'do you love him' I can never answer them because I honestly don't know. And a kiss can't make me decide."
"I know that," Warren answered. "But I do love you, with all my heart, Jean. It does matter to me that we make this decision final. And I'm not just saying that to get my father off my back. I want to be able to honestly tell him that I am now willing to settle down finally and begin a family. The thing he doesn't see is that you're so young. To him once someone turns eighteen they're an adult!"
"That, too. With teen still attached, eighteen, nineteen, I still in some ways feel like a child. But once I reach twenty, then I can see myself truly beginning to feel like an adult."
"So we'll give it a couple years then."
Jean turned her head up towards Warren. "So we're engaged?"
"Yeah, we're engaged." Warren said quietly as he leaned down to kiss his fiancée. Jean leaned her head up a little more and accepted the kiss. They parted just as the elevator reached the lobby. "I love you," Warren whispered to her stroking her cheek.
Jean smiled warmly at him. "I love you, too." She responded.
A/N: Don't get pissy at me! Don't worry! And please tell me how I did with their little 'love scene'. If you think it's too graphic I'll change it and tone it down a little. Be honest. REVIEWS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED! And the Celine Dion song 'If Walls Could Talk' is entirely hers I take no credit for it. I'm a huge Celine Dion fan. If you want to know where to get it, it's from the "All The Way… A Decade Of Song" album. Great CD! Go buy it!
