Betsy woke up to the gentle rays of the morning sun filtering through her window, casting a warm glow over her room. She stretched languidly, a contented smile gracing her lips as she relished in the memory of her time with Warren. Her heart fluttered with anticipation at the thought of seeing him again, a rush of excitement coursing through her veins.
Betsy's heart fluttered with anticipation at the thought of seeing Warren again, a rush of excitement coursing through her veins. She moved around her room, the soft morning light casting a warm glow on the walls adorned with intricate paintings. The scent of fresh flowers filled the air, mingling with the subtle notes of her favorite perfume.
As she carefully selected her outfit for the day, Betsy's mind drifted back to the moments she had shared with Warren.
Betsy's fingers grazed over the delicate fabric of a deep purple dress, memories of Warren flooding her mind. She couldn't help but smile at the thought of his charming smile and piercing blue eyes.
As she slipped into the elegant attire, Betsy felt a wave of excitement and nervousness wash over her.
Betsy has always had very well control over mutant powers. But sometimes every now and then, when people have very strong thought she can slip. And see them when
She always did her best not to pry. In other people's lives, but with Warren it was hard. Sometimes she could see the sadness in him. The disappointment in the anxiety he was. But she cared about him and that's why she always try to make him feel comfortable. And make sure he didn't feel alone in this world.
But she could also feel a strong developing feeling of love Warren hard towards her. At first, it felt scary having someone want to take care of her and want to love her in a way. She's never been before. But then she soon realized she craved the same thing to be with Warren.
Betsy took a moment to admire herself in the mirror, adjusting a stray lock of purple hair and smoothing down the folds of her elegant dress. The fabric clung to her slender frame, the deep shade of purple accentuating her eyes, which sparkled with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. She took a deep breath, steadying herself before heading out to face the day.
"Perfect," She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the day ahead, as she stepped out into the hallway of the X-Mansion.
As Betsy stepped into the bustling hallway of the X-Mansion, she was greeted by the familiar hum of activity. " Wow, Betsy, you look very beautiful this morning. Anything you got plans."Beast asked
Betsy smiled warmly at Beast, her eyes shimmering with gratitude. "Thank you, Hank. And actually, I just decided to dress up a bit today. That's all."
Kitty jokingly jumps in "Or is it because I heard Warren was coming to the mansion today?"
Betsy's cheeks flushed pink at Kitty's teasing remark, her heart fluttering with a mix of excitement and nervousness at the mention of Warren's impending visit. She tried to play it cool, offering Kitty a playful smile before replying, "Oh, is he now
Kitty winked mischievously at Betsy, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh yes, he's on his way here. I heard he couldn't wait to see you."
"Well, we'll see about that," Betsy replied with a playful smile, her heart fluttering at the mere mention of Warren's name. She tried to mask her excitement, but her eyes betrayed her true feelings as they sparkled with anticipation.
Breakfast was done and Betsy still was anxious on when Warren was coming. She was thinking, should I call him? Should I text him? Is that too weird? Well, he did ask me to be a girlfriend. That's normal, right"?" Betsy murmured to herself as she paced her room, her mind filled with a whirlwind of thoughts about Warren. She glanced at the clock, noting how each passing minute seemed to stretch into eternity as she waited for his arrival. The anticipation bubbled in her chest, a mix of excitement and nervousness swirling within her like a tempestuous storm.
The soft chime of the doorbell echoed through the mansion, signaling Warren's presence.
Betsy's heart leaped at the sound of the doorbell, As she made her way to the grand entrance of the mansion.
Betsy's heart raced as she approached the grand entrance, her steps echoing softly on the polished marble floor. Warren was standing there wearing already being approached and talked to by Wolverine and Cyclops.
Warren stood at the grand entrance of the X-Mansion, his heart racing as he awaited Betsy's arrival. Wolverine and Cyclops were already deep in conversation with Warren, their voices low and rumbling.
"You look like you've been through a lot, Warren," Wolverine's gruff voice cut through the air, his sharp eyes assessing Warren's demeanor.
Warren forced a smile, his shoulders tense as he tried to brush off Wolverine's observation. "Just family stuff, you know how it is."
Wolverine raised an eyebrow, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Family stuff, huh?
Warren's heart sank as Wolverine's sharp gaze seemed to pierce through his facade. He shifted uncomfortably under the scrutiny, the weight of his family's expectations still heavy on his shoulders. "Yeah, family stuff," Warren repeated, trying to sound nonchalant as he avoided Wolverine's probing eyes.
Warren, we're here for you if you need to talk," Cyclops reassured, his steady gaze offering support amidst the swirling emotions that clouded Warren's mind. Warren nodded gratefully, appreciating the unwavering solidarity of his teammates.
"No, if you excuse me, I don't. I have someone I need to go see." Warren said
Warren excused himself from the conversation with Wolverine and Cyclops, his heart racing with anticipation as he made his way towards Betsy.
"Hey." He said
"Hey," Betsy replied, her voice soft yet filled with a hint of anticipation.
"Hey," he repeated, his voice softer this time, laced with a mixture of nerves and excitement. He took a step closer to her, unable to tear his gaze away from her captivating presence. "I missed you Warren."
With that Warren leans in and gave her a big kiss.
Warren's lips met Betsy's in a gentle embrace, sending a wave of warmth cascading through her. The kiss was soft, yet filled with unspoken promises and emotions that danced between them in the moment. Betsy's heart fluttered like a delicate butterfly as she melted into the kiss, savoring the sensation of Warren's lips against hers.
As they pulled away, Warren's eyes locked with Betsy's, a spark igniting between them as they stood in the grand entrance of the X-Mansion.
"Whats the plan for today? Betsy asked Warren.
"Well, Warren said "I need to do a quick danger session and then I was thinking maybe we could do some one on one sparring?"
Betsy's eyes lit up with excitement at Warren's suggestion. She loved the thrill of danger room sessions and the challenge of one-on-one sparring with him. "That sounds perfect, Warren. I'm always up for a good workout," she replied, her voice laced with anticipation.
Warren grinned, his heart swelling with affection for Betsy. Her eagerness mirrored his own, and he couldn't wait to see her in action.
Warren emerged from the Danger Room, his muscles taut with exertion, a sheen of sweat glistening on his skin. He adjusted the straps of his uniform, his wings flexing as he strode out to meet Betsy. The air was charged with anticipation as they locked eyes, a silent understanding passing between them.
Betsy's gaze trailed over Warren's form, taking in the lines of his body and the determination etched on his face.
Warren's chest rose and fell with exertion, his eyes meeting Betsy's with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. The air crackled with unspoken tension as they stood face to face, each taking in the other's presence as if committing it to memory.
Betsy could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she met Warren's gaze. His blue eyes held a mix of determination and vulnerability, drawing her in like a magnet.
" You gonna just stand there? Or are we gonna spar? She asked with a grin
Warren chuckled at Betsy's playful challenge, his eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and excitement. "Oh, you're on." He replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he took a step back, preparing for their sparring session.
Betsy's heart raced with anticipation as she assumed her fighting stance, her muscles tensed and ready for action.
Warren and Betsy circled each other in the training room, their eyes locked in a fierce yet playful gaze. The tension between them was palpable, crackling in the air like electricity as they prepared to spar. Betsy's heart pounded with a mix of excitement and determination, her mind focused solely on the upcoming challenge.
As Warren made the first move, lunging forward with speed and grace, Betsy met his attack head-on, her body moving with fluidity and precision.
Warren's wings unfurled behind him as he lunged towards Betsy, their feathers catching the light and casting a mesmerizing shimmer across the training room. The rush of air from his movement stirred Betsy's hair, adding a sense of urgency to their sparring session. She met his attack with a swift dodge, her body moving in perfect synchronization with Warren's graceful yet powerful strikes.
Warren and Betsy moved with a fluidity that spoke of their deep connection, each anticipating the other's moves with uncanny precision. As they sparred, a dance of strength and agility unfolded before the watchful eyes of their fellow X-Men. The room reverberated with the sound of their movements, a symphony of grunts, gasps, and the occasional clash as their powers collided.
Warren got so lost in his thought. That betsy took this as an opportunity and penned him down.
Warren found himself pinned down by Betsy, her strength and agility evident as she held him in place. He gazed up at her with a mix of surprise and admiration, feeling the weight of her body against his chest. Their eyes locked in a moment of intense connection, unspoken words passing between them like a silent dance.
Betsy's breath quickened as she looked down at Warren, her heart racing with a heady mix of exhilaration and desire.
Warren's heart pounded in his chest as he gazed up at Betsy, their eyes locked in a moment of intense connection. He could feel the heat radiating off her body, the weight of her presence pressing down on him. There was a raw power in her gaze that both thrilled and unnerved him.
He wanted her now and he did not care if they were in the X-Mansion. Betsy's eyes bore into Warren's, She can sense his desire and she wants it too.
The charged silence between them was thick with unspoken words, desires swirling like a tempestuous storm. Warren's chest rose and fell with anticipation, his eyes dark with longing as he gazed up at Betsy.
"I want you, Betsy," Warren whispered hoarsely, his voice raw with emotion.
Warren's words hung in the air, charged with raw emotion that reverberated through Betsy's core.
"Well, that depends luv. Can you stay quiet?" She said with a wink
He kiss her instantly without world. He replied "I don't think we need to worry about that."
In a heartbeat, Betsy's lips crashed down on Warren's, their bodies pressed tightly together in a frantic need to feel more. Their tongues danced wildly, exploring and savoring the taste of one another. Warren's hands roamed across Betsy's body, feeling every curve and edge as they slipped under her workout top. She arched back, moaning at the touch of his fingers on the curve of her spine.
Her nipples peaked beneath the thin fabric of her sports bra, begging for release. She gasped when Warren's hand cupped her breast, his thumb flicking over her nipple in a slow, tantalizing circle.
Warren's other hand gripped Betsy's hip, pulling her closer as he ground his hips against her. He felt the hard outline of his cock straining against the fabric of his uniform, hot and hungry for her.
His fingers deftly unlatched the back of her sports bra, freeing her breasts. They sprung free, nipples hard and tight with desire. He bent down, taking one in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub. Betsy arched her back, letting out a soft gasp at the contact. Warren's free hand reached down, snaking beneath the waistband of her tight workout pants.
He teased her entrance, his fingers lightly brushing against her damp folds. She was ready for him.
"Fuck, Betsy, you feel incredible," Warren growled, his voice deep and low as he thrust into her again and again. Betsy wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him close as they moved in a perfect rhytm. She ran her fingers through his hair, her nails grazing his scalp as they both surrendered to the intense pleasure.
The air was thick with their moans, mingling with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and their heavy breathing.
Warren's thrusts became faster, each one deeper and more urgent than the last.
Betsy wrapped her arms around Warren's neck, pulling him in closer as she met him stroke for stroke.
Her walls tightened around him, waves of pleasure rolling through her.
Warren could feel Betsy's release building, her muscles clenching around him in rhythmic pulses.
Than they heard chatting "Hey Betsy you want to go mall with us ?" Kitty asked with Rogue and Jean.
They both froze, realizing the danger of being caught.
"Shit," Warren cursed under his breath, "we need to be careful."
But Betsy couldn't help but laugh softly. "Warren, they won't catch us. We just need to be a little more quiet."
She placed a finger on his lips, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"But what about that," Warren whispered, gesturing to the bulge in his pants.
"I got this." with that Betsy used her psychic power to talk to them.
.She projected her voice into girls mind, " I told you all I had a very important training session and your making me lose focus please leave me alone!"
Warren watched in amazement he heard the girls yell sorry from the door and walked off.
"Wow, that was close." Warren whispered, his heart still racing from the close encounter.
Betsy smirked, "What can I say, being a telepath comes in handy."
Warren shook his head, marveled at her abilities.
Betsy leaned in, her hand reaching down to grip his erection through the fabric of his pants. She started massaging him, her moves slow and calculated.
Warren groaned as she worked him, his hips instinctively thrusting into her caress.
"God, Betsy, that feels amazing." He moaned.
"Keep going, Betsy."
Betsy's grip on his hard length grew tighter. She began to move her hand up and down, sliding his pants down just enough to free his cock. It sprang free, long and thick, pulsing in time with the rapid beating of his heart.
Warren's breath hitched as she touched him, his hips bucking forward with each stroke. Betsy could feel the weight of him in her hand, the silky smoothness of his skin sliding against her palm.
"Betsy no more teasing. I want to be inside you." Warren murmured, his voice thick with longing.
She laughed "Well tell me Angel how do you want me." He groaned at hearing Betsy call him Angel again. Her British accent always turned him on so much. "You know how I want you, Psylocke." He replied, using her codename. He then pulled her close and kissed her deeply.
She responded with equal passion, wrapping her arms around his neck. Their lips parted, eagerly seeking out one another, and their teeth clinked as they desperate for a taste. In a moment of pure abandon, Betsy pulled him towards the mat, where they collapsed in a tangle of limbs.
"I want you inside me, Warren," Betsy whispered, her voice thick with desire.
Warren didn't need to be told twice. He hooked his hands under her knees and yanked her legs apart, exposing her slick folds to his gaze.
His met her eyes, holding her gaze as he slowly pushed inside her. Betsy's eyes fluttered shut, a low moan escaping her lips as she felt the length of him fill her.
With each thrust, Warren became more confident and primal in his movements. Betsy reveled in the feeling of him inside her, her slick walls gripping him tightly as her release built.
"Harder, Warren," she commanded, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Warren didn't hesitate. He obeyed her every demand, driving into her with wild abandon.
Their moans and grunts of pleasure filled the empty training room, mingling with the sound of bodies slapping together in a perfect rhythm.
" I'm about to cum baby." Warren growled, his thrusts becoming wilder and deeper. "
Darling fuck me harder. "Warren obeyed her request, pushing into Betsy with enough force to send her toppling backwards.
Betsy bare ass collided with the hard floor of the training room, causing her to gasp in surprise. The unexpected change in tempo only served to heighten her pleasure, sending waves of ecstasy rolling through her.
"Cum for me, Warren," Betsy urged, her hands finding purchase on Warren's firm, muscular backside.
Warren didn't need her command to lose control. The feeling of Betsy's slick walls gripping him, her nails dug into his flesh, and the shower of pleasure that washed over him brought him to his climax.
With a groan, Warren thrust deep inside her one final time, spilling himself into her. His seed coaxed her own release, a torrent of pleasure that flowed through every inch of her body.
She arched her back, her muscles tense and trembling, as the waves of ecstasy threatened to consume her.
"Oh God, Warren," she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper.
But even in the throes of orgasm, Betsy was still in complete control. She used her psychic powers to mute their lovemaking, ensuring that it remained a secret between them.
As Warren began to soften inside of her, Betsy slowly opened her eyes. She looked up at him with a satisfied smile, her body still tingling with pleasure.
"Wow, that was amazing," Warren said, catching his breath. Sweat dripped from his forehead and his muscles ached, but he had never felt more alive.
"Yes, it was," Betsy agreed, her British accent still thick and sultry as it always was after they made love. She trailed her fingers down his chest, savoring the feel of his warm skin under her fingertips.
"Come let's get out of hear before Wolverine or even the Professor shows up ," Betsy said with a sly smile, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Warren couldn't help but laugh. Betsy's ability to lighten the mood even in the most serious moments never failed to amaze him.
"You're right. We should probably get dressed before someone catches us." Warren replied as he withdrew from her. He helped Betsy to her feet and they both quickly straightened out their uniforms, trying to make it look as if nothing had happened.