The clock rang at 7 and Warren right on time to pickup Betsy for their date.
He looked at himself in the mirror and smiled. His teal eyes sparkled, and his platinum blond hair looked better than ever. Nothing too fancy; an olive Henley with the top three buttons open, black slacks and Chelsea boots.
His wings shimmering in the low light of the hallway. The other X-Men were eating dinner and caught a look at him.
Scott narrowed his eyes and raised an eyebrow. "Try not to stay up too late." He winked, and Warren grinned. "No promises."
The smell of Betsy's perfume in the hallway made him catch his breath. Her lace dress clung to her form, and her beige trench coat swung around her legs. She looked like a dream.
Betsy's face lit up when she saw him, and she let out a small gasp. "You look amazing."
Warren's voice came out low, almost a whisper.
Betsy blushed, and her cheeks turned a soft pink. "You don't look so bad yourself."
Warren's heart raced as he led her to the car, and they drove to a quiet Italian restaurant on the outskirts of town. The soft music, dim lighting, and delicious food made for a romantic atmosphere. They talked and laughed, getting to know each other on a deeper level.
Warren couldn't believe how easy it was to open up to Betsy. She listened intently, her teal eyes never leaving his.
She understood his struggle, his pain, and his loneliness. He let out a deep sigh, finally feeling heard and seen.
They ordered another bottle of wine and continued to talk about their lives, their struggles, and their dreams.
Betsy leaned in closer to Warren, her hand reaching for his. He could feel the warmth of her touch, sending shivers down his spine.
"Hey Bets? " his voice low and husky, "Do you want to come back to my place tonight?"
She bit her lower lip, looking at him with a devilish grin. "Sure thing, Angel."
Warren's heart raced as they walked hand in hand to his apartment. The air was thick with electricity and anticipation. He could feel Betsy's hand trembling in his, and he knew she was feeling the same way.
The moment they stepped inside, Warren's wings spread wide, taking up the entire room.
Betsy's eyes widened in awe, her heart fluttering at the sight of him.
Warren turned to face her suddenly getting embarrassed "Would you like a tour"?
He asked, stumbling on his words.
Betsy chuckled and nodded, letting go of his hand. "Sure, I would love to see the rest of your place."
Warren's heart pounded as he led Betsy to his bedroom. The anticipation between them was palpable, and Warren couldn't deny it any longer. He wanted her. Really wanted her.
He turned to face her and took a deep breath. "This is the bedroom." It was huge master bedroom with a king size bed.
The walls were painted in a deep, rich red and the curtains were black velvet. The room was dimly lit by a single lamp on the nightstand. Betsy's eyes took in the whole room, but her gaze kept coming back to Warren. He looked like a god, with his wings spread wide and his eyes burning with desire.
Betsy's heart pounded in her chest as she took in the sight of him. She had never felt this way before, so overcome with need and desire.
Warren walked closer to her, his movements slow and deliberate. He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face. His touch sent shivers down her spine, and she closed her eyes, savoring the moment.
But then she opened her eyes again and looked straight into his "Elizabeth." He whimpered he heard his own voice say her name, his finger tracing her collarbone, "May I kiss you?"
Betsy's heart was racing, thumping against her chest. She couldn't believe what was happening. It was like a dream come true, and she never wanted to wake up.
She looked up at Warren and saw the desire burning in his eyes. She bit her lip, a soft moan escaping her lips. "Please," she whispered.
Warren didn't need any more encouragement.
He leaned in, his lips meeting Betsy's in a passionate kiss. His wings enveloped them, creating a intimate bubble around them.
Betsy moaned, feeling her body melt against his. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. She wanted to feel him, all of him.
Warren's hands roamed down her body, gripping her hips tightly. He lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her to the bed, laying her down gently.
Betsy looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire.
She reached up and pulled Warren down on top of her, their bodies pressed tightly together.
Warren's hands explored Betsy's body, feeling every curve and contour. He slipped her dress over her head, revealing her lace lingerie. He couldn't help but let out a low growl as he took in the sight of her.
Betsy arched her back, her breasts pressing against his chest. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, letting it fall away.
Warren's eyes were glued to her breasts, and he couldn't resist the urge to taste her. He leaned down, his tongue tracing a path from her collarbone to her nipple.
Betsy gasped, her back arching off the bed as Warren's mouth closed over her nipple. He sucked and teased, his hands gripping her hips as she writhed beneath him
Warren's hand trailed down her body, slipping under her lace panties. His fingers found her wet and ready, and he groaned in pleasure.
He teased her entrance, slipping just the tip of his finger inside. Betsy moaned, her hips bucking forward, desperate for more. Warren obliged, sliding his finger deep inside her. He hooked it, finding that magical spot that made her writhe in pleasure.
As he explored her body with his fingers, Betsy tugged at his pants, desperate to feel him inside her.
Fuck, Warren," she moaned, her fingers fumbling with his belt. "Please, I need you luv."
Warren's heart raced as he kicked off his pants, his hard cock springing free.
He positioned himself at Betsy's entrance, their eyes locked as he slowly pushed inside her.
Betsy gasped, her back arching off the bed as Warren filled her completely.
He set a slow rhythm, his hips moving in time with Betsy's as they moved together in a dance as old as time.
He reached down, his hand finding her clit, rubbing tight circles around it. Betsy moaned, her hips bucking as she met Warren's every thrust.
She reached up and gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she pulled him closer. She was close, so close to the edge.
Warren could feel Betsy tightening around him, her moans becoming louder and more frantic. He quickened his pace, driving into her harder.
"Fuck, Betsy," he groaned, his wings spread wide as he gave in to the pleasure coursing through his body.
"You feel so fucking good."
Betsy moaned, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him as she met every one of his thrusts. Her body tingled with pleasure, and she knew she was on the brink of release.
Warren shifted, hitting just the right spot, and Betsy cried out as she came undone. Her orgasm tore through her, her whole body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
Warren wasn't far behind, his hips moving faster as he chased his own release.
He growled, his wings shivering as he felt himself getting closer to the edge.
Betsy's eyes rolled back in pleasure as Warren's thrusts became more erratic. She tightened her grip on him, her legs wrapped around his waist as she pulled him deeper inside her.
Warren let out a low moan as he felt himself reaching the brink. He quickened his pace, driving into Betsy with all his might. With one final thrust, he came hard, his body shuddering as he emptied himself inside her.
Betsy moaned, clutching Warren tight as she felt him fill her. She could feel his cock pulsating inside her, his warm seed filling her up.
Warren collapsed on top of Betsy, both of them panting heavily as they came down from their high. Betsy ran her fingers through his damp hair, pressing soft kisses to his forehead.
For a moment, neither of them said a word. They just lay there, sweaty and spent, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking.
Warren's wings draped around them, creating a canopy of shimmering feathers above their heads. The room was silent, save for the sound of their heavy breathing.
Betsy, still on her back, looked at Warren with adoration. She gently stroked his cheek, marveling at the connection they shared. Warren returned her gaze, unable to tear his eyes away from her beautiful face.
He leaned in and kissed her gently, savoring the taste of her lips and the feel of her soft breath against his skin.
Betsy responded eagerly, deepening their kiss as she pulled him closer. She ran her fingers through his hair, moaning softly as she felt his hardness pressing against her.
Warren sucked on Betsy's lower lip, biting down gently before pulling away to trail a line of kisses down her neck. He dipped his head, his tongue flicking out to taste her bare skin.
Goosebumps broke out over Betsy's arms as he trailed a path of kisses down her chest. She arched her back, pushing her breasts forward, offering herself to him.
Warren eagerly took the invitation, his hands cupping her full breasts, as he sucked a hardened nipple into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive peak, causing Betsy to whimper with pleasure.
Her fingers tangled in Warren's hair, tugging gently as she ground her hips against his, seeking the friction she craved.
"Again, Warren," she breathed, "I want you again."
Warren needed no further encouragement. He moved lower, kissing down her stomach and past her navel. Betsy's legs spread wide in invitation, and Warren eagerly accepted. He dove between her thighs, burying his face in her sweet pussy. His tongue explored every inch of her, lapping up her wetness and tasting her unique flavor.
Betsy moaned, throwing her head back in pleasure as she rocked her hips against his face.
Warren licked and sucked on her clit, causing her to moan even louder.
He slipped a finger inside her, crooking it to hit her g-spot. Betsy cried out, her whole body trembling as she came harder than she ever had before.
Warren lapped up every drop of her release, savoring the taste and the knowledge that he brought this gorgeous woman to orgasm.
Betsy's body was still shaking from her release, and Warren took the opportunity to slip inside her once again.
He positioned himself at her entrance, their eyes locking as he slowly pushed inside her. Warren knew he should take it slow, savor every moment of being inside Betsy, but he couldn't resist the urge to fuck her hard and fast.
Betsy's eyes fluttered closed in pleasure as Warren began to thrust into her and moving her to where she was on all fours.
He held onto her hips, pounding into her with a feverish intensity. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, drowning out their moans and cries. Warren's wings spread wide, brushing against Betsy's back with each thrust.
Betsy pushed back against him, meeting his every thrust with one of her own. She could feel his hard cock hitting all the right spots inside of her, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her.
Warren reached around, his fingers finding Betsy's clit.
He pressed down on it, gently at first, then harder as Betsy begged for more.
"Yes, fuck yes." She cried out, her body trembling with pleasure. "Don't stop, Warren. Don't ever stop."
Warren grinned, his cock twitching inside of her. He loved how dirty Betsy could be, how unashamed she was of her desires. He felt empowered by it, knowing that he was the one satisfying her, pleasing her in ways she never thought possible.
Warren increased the pace, his thrusts becoming more forceful and urgent. He could feel his orgasm building deep within him, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.
Betsy's body trembled in ecstasy as Warren's cock filled her completely. She could feel him hitting all the right spots, and she knew that she wouldn't be able to hold back much longer either.
The room was filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing and the slapping of their skin against each other.
Sweat dripped from their bodies, mixing with the sheets beneath them. Betsy's legs shook as Warren's thrusts became more and more intense. She could feel her orgasm building deep within her, and she knew it wouldn't be long now.
"Warren," she moaned, her voice barely a whisper. "I'm so close."
Warren's only response was a low growl. He could feel his own orgasm building, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold back for much longer.
"Come for me, Betsy." He groaned, his voice strained.
Betsy didn't need any more encouragement. With one final thrust, Warren sent her over the edge. She screamed out his name as her body convulsed in pleasure, her pussy clenching around his cock.
Warren's orgasm followed close behind, and he cried out as he pumped his load deep inside her.
They stayed like that for a few moments, their bodies trembling in the aftermath of their release.
Warren slowly pulled out of Betsy, and she collapsed onto the bed beside him. He pulled her close, wrapping his wings around her as they caught their breath.
Betsy let out a contented sigh as she snuggled deeper into Warren's embrace. She had never felt so connected to someone before, so utterly spent and satisfied.
Warren leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on Betsy's forehead. "I've never felt like this before," he whispered.
Betsy looked up at him, her eyes soft and full of love.