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Hours after Pyro had left the mansion Jessica sat on her bed staring at the empty one beside her. She was curled up in the fetal position the remnants of tears still lining her face. There was a soft knock on her door. Jessica didn't think she could bear to see anyone now but she reluctantly called out.

"Come in."

The door slowly opened and an unexpected face peeked around the corner. Warren's eyes peered over the open crack staring at Jessica. He opened the door a little wider entering the room. Jessica could see that his wings were now healing, new grayish white down growing on the spots that were singed. Warren was wearing a pair of blue pajama pants and nothing else. He must have been released from the medical ward. He came in slowly and sat down on the other bed.

Jessica sat up and propped herself against her pillows.

"What are you doing here," she asked. "Both of us could get in a lot of trouble if anyone knows you're here."

"I had to see you," Warren said quietly. "I wanted to talk to you."

"About what?"

"It was wrong, how I acted last night. There was no call for it and I wanted to apologize. And, I deserved what happened and I don't blame you for your reaction," Warren said.

"I'm sorry too," Jessica said moving her eyes down to the floor.

"If you wanted to be with John I should have been okay with that. I just wish you would have told me," Warren said

"It just happened," Jessica said. "It wasn't like we planned it or anything."

"Where is Romeo anyway," Angel said looking around the room noticing Pyro was not there. For once.

At that tears burst forth from Jessica's eyes. Angel looked at her, he'd obviously said something wrong.

"He's gone," Jessica sobbed.

"Gone?"

"He went back to The Brotherhood," Jessica said wiping the tears away.

"And he just left you here," Warren asked.

Jessica didn't answer she just shook her head. She was too broken up to say anything else.

"I can't believe he'd do something like that. Especially not if he loved you," Warren said.

Jessica looked up at him as he said that. She looked so broken and hurt it made Warren feel even more for her than he already did. He stood up and walked a couple of steps over to Jessica. He put his long muscular arms around her pulling her tight to his chest letting her warm tears fall on his chest. She sobbed hard, her breaths muffled against his skin. Warren rubbed the back of her hair taking in the scent of her strawberry shampoo. She wrapped her arms around his waist brushing up against the soft fluff of feathers as she did so.

"Shhh, it's going to be okay," Warren comforted.

Jessica backed away slightly with his arms still around her and looked up into his eyes.

"You really think so," she asked him.

"I know so," Warren answered.

A moment passed between them as they stared into each other's faces. Their faces were getting closer together. Jessica could feel Warren's warm breath on her face, blowing tiny strands of her hair. He diminished the distance between their lips. He kissed her softly making her sob even more at the gentleness of it. He squeezed her tighter and tangled one hand in her hair. They kissed for several seconds before Jessica pulled away. Warren expected her to throw him out, to get mad at him for coming on to her in her time of hurt. Instead, Jessica pulled her sweater over her head letting it fall casually to the floor. She made her way into his arms again, her lips finding his again. Warren held her close, pushing his hand under the back of her bra. He rubbed his fingers smoothly down the small of her back until he found the top of her jeans. His hand found her bottom through the denim as he lifted one of her legs to his hip. He could feel her searing skin eminating heat through the denim.

Jessica jumped into his arms half expecting them to topple to the ground. Instead, Warren held her weight effortlessly as she clung to him. The pajama bottoms were made of silk and it was extremely evident to her how much he was wanting her. He bulged against the fabric of the pants hard, and hissed as she moved a little sending the fabric rustling painfully over his erection. Warren carried her the few steps to the bed and laid her down splaying her hair wildly on the pillow. He grabbed the top of her jeans and pulled.

"Ow, ow, ow," Jessica said.

Warren had forgotten to unzip her pants and was trying hard to pull them off. He took a second to unzip them and pulled them down along with her underwear. His head went to her cleavage kissing the valley between her secured breasts. His mouth kissed up to the right strap of her bra and he gripped it with his teeth pulling it down. He slid the other side down with his hand. He didn't even care that it was still hooked around her middle he just let it lay there. His lips came to capture one nipple slowly and smoothly. Jessica arched against his mouth. Her feet went to his hips and found her target. She gripped her toes around the silk pants and inched them down.

Warren smiled against her breast. "My, my what talented feet you have."

She actually gave a little giggle at that. Good, he was making her laugh. She needed that tonight, a lot of smiling. He straddled her going down slowly to position himself. He looked at her face when he took her seeing a satisfying smile fill her lips. Just as she imagined Warren was slow and soft in the way he made love to her. He was romantic, yet a little playful. His healing wings caressed her like a second pair of hands making her skin vibrate with tingles. She sighed the most girly of sighs when he did something she liked and the sounds that came from Warren's lip were unlike any she'd heard from him before. He groaned in ecstacy more than once and came in a huge climax. She came moments after him still laying under him, her body rocking with sexual afterglow. The look on her face was one of total satisfaction. Their love-making had lasted longer than it had with Pyro and the way her body felt afterwards was a mix of sation and freedom.

He lay there beside her his fingers tracing shapes on the skin between her neck and breasts. He could still feel her heart trying to slow down. She was staring up at him the tear stains gone from her face. He had never known anything like her. The sheer heat of her skin drived him wild. It was like trying to handle scorching candle wax. He swore he could hear her skin literally sizzling at one point during their love making. It was greater than he ever could have imagined and he was extremely happy.

"That was beautiful," she whispered.

"I just hope you don't regret it," Warren said.

"I could never regret something that amazing," she said looking at his face, even though she wasn't sure of that statement.

Warren's face was manly, even bird-like in its features. His features were angular and precise as if he were cut from marble. His hair shown electric white in the glow of the moonlight streaming though the window. She had loved the feel of his body against hers. It was rock hard and powerful, but still gentle and they fit together perfectly like puzzle pieces. His back was hard to grab though, because the wings even outstretched were cumbersome. She dug her nails into him when he took her hard and scratched him sharply. She could hear his ragged breaths in her ear as he moved with her. He had excited her and not disappointed her. It was much more than Jessica ever expected from him because he was so serious and quite all the time. It was so much unlike Pyro's fierceness, but still great measure by measure.

"I really hate to do this to you, but you know what will happen if we get caught together," Warren spoke.

"Yes, I do," Jessica answered lightly. "Big trouble," she giggled. She was dozing.

Warren crawled over her and out of the bed. He turned around and kissed her lightly on the lips and went out the door. That night Jessica's dreams were haunted with nightmares of Pyro's departure and of candied dreams about making love to Warren. Was it all really real?

Meanwhile, John lay in his bunk at the underground lair of Magneto. He stared out into the quite darkness, thinking about the decision he had made. He was having trouble justifying to himself that it was the right one. Magneto had greeted him with open arms. Mystique had rejoined them and more mutants were arriving just as he did. Jessica flooded his mind with her voice, her looks, and those devilish scents of hers. He could still smell her perfume on his clothes and it made his stomach clinch. He wished she was there laying beside him. That she was wrapped up in his arms safe and warm. As it were he thought she was probably still in her room crying her eyes out. If only he knew that couldn't be further from the truth.

Hope you liked this chapter! Review please. Oh, and on final note. . . No, Jessica is not a whore in any regards so please don't call her one. Just a girl caught in a poor love triangle. :0)