Warren and Vanessa | Wednesday morning

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Vanessa and Warren wake up tangled around each other, and have a brief discussion about meetings before taking advantage of the time they have left before they have to get out of bed and start their days.

Waking up was one of those things that seemed to take forever to accomplish. The slow climb up to consciousness wasn't exactly unpleasant, but sleeping was just so much more pleasant that it was a struggle between giving in and remaining nestled in the darkness of slumber. But wake Vanessa did, and only with a mildly greater level of grogginess than usual. There was something heavy atop her, but when she tried to move she realized it wasn't a thing, it was a someone. She didn't panic, because the metamorph could swear she remembered something here. She knew that she knew why there was a person on her. She just had to remember. The more awake she became the more aware she grew of her body and the fact that her leg was hitched over the other body's hip and then curved down over what she decided was definitely a male ass. Her arms were around his shoulders and when her fingertips went scuttling across his back they found...feathers. Feathers? An eye cracked open just enough to verify the feathers were coming from wings. Right. Warren.

His wings were partly extended out and would have worked wonderfully as a censor block should any unsuspecting people walk into Vanessa's bedroom for some reason. From her vantage point, however, nothing was censored, particularly not the fact that they were both still completely naked. "Mm..." Her voice didn't want to work, but her lips found their way to Warren's ear. Thick with sleep and gravelly, Vanessa whispered, "Wake up, lover boy." She still had a hand running over one wing and the other rose so her fingers could run through his hair. She was tactile, more so when she wasn't particularly awake enough to wonder if the other person would care. Given how very fond Warren had been of laying lips and hands everywhere he could on her the previous night Vanessa wasn't particularly convinced he would mind.

Hrmmm, waking up. Getting Warren out of bed in the morning usually involved screeching alarms, mostly because he was usually required places at early hours, and he did not like getting out of bed unless he absolutely had to. But there was a voice in his ear, followed by the awareness of a body underneath him and fingers running through his hair. None of these things were particularly unpleasant, though it did come as some surprise that the voice, body and fingers were all female. This was -- not the usual state of events.

But Warren wasn't about to complain. His eyes fluttered open, his head turning so he could look at her, a sleepy smile forming on his face. Memories of last night were starting to filter back as he climbed his way fully into consciousness, and he was starting to piece together exactly how it was he'd ended up here.

"Good morning," he murmured, wings and limbs stretching just a little to shake out the kinks of the night's sleep, adjusting slightly so they were both more comfortable. It was -- well, Warren actually couldn't remember a time when he'd ended up in bed with someone he wasn't already dating, and so he wasn't exactly sure of the etiquette at this point. But this seemed to be a good enough point to start at.

"Morning," Vanessa greeted, voice a lazy sounding near whisper. "It's...hm, probably five-ish. Not sure when you have to be where." Her fingers stroked through his hair, then kept going down his neck and along the curve of his shoulder until her arm was out straight with a finger pointing to a spot somewhere on the other side of feathers. Clock's over there."

Her arms and one leg stretched out and then Vanessa relaxed back into the mattress, boneless once again. Her leg resumed its place hooked around Warren and her arms fell back around them, hands also resuming their various pettings. It was oddly sort of relaxing to lay here and lace her fingers through his hair or over the top edge of a wing. She'd need to get up soon enough but she wasn't particularly in the mood to rush it.

"Nowhere this early," he said with a wrinkle of his nose. "I've got a meeting later, 10 or something. And I have to actually read up on what it's about before that. But other than that..." He had some time to laze about. And he was hoping he could convince Vanessa to stay and laze with him, though he wasn't entirely sure how likely that was given that she was the one who had woken up first.

But he'd do his best to try. He began trailing his fingers over her, still marveling at how soft and smooth her skin was, how amazing her curves were. A part of him idly wondered how and why he hadn't been with a woman in so long, but he let the thought drift away, instead moving to press his lips against the closest piece of skin he could find.

There was a sort of discovery and exploration and near reverence to the way Warren touched her. It was interesting, like he had stumbled upon a new planet and was trying to acclimate to all its differences from his home planet. Vanessa got an odd sort of fun out of watching it. It was rare for a man to touch you as if you were something new, after all. "Meetings sound terribly boring," she commented, watching the muscle work as Warren's chest expanded out with his inhalation. "My meetings all go something like 'so a two-headed fish walks down the street and someone tries to beat him up for being a fish-person so his girlfriend wants us to go find the people trying to push around fish guy.'" She laughed, but that wasn't too far off from the truth.

"I want your meetings," Warren said with a laugh, his fingers tracing spirals on her stomach. He wasn't entirely sure if he'd ever get sick of this, and if it was likely to happen, then he didn't want to know about it. He just wanted to enjoy this for as long as possible. "I used to have meetings like that. Well, more, 'my boss fired me because he found out I was a mutant and can he do that and can I sue slash get my job back'. Now it's all just just profit margins and reducing costs and mergers and blah blah..." His sentence trailed off, Warren instead shifting again so he could press another kiss against her shoulder, starting a trail down her arm.

"Mm, sounds like..." Vanessa could distracted by the line of kisses. They forced her arm to straighten to the point that her fingers abandoned their weaving through his hair. He hit a sensitive part of her inner arm and it made her squirm, the kiss ticklish on her skin. "Like you gave up the good meetings. That's bad planning, love. Profit margins sound terribly dull. I hope you have ways of entertaining yourself during those meetings." Her hips rotated up into him as she said that. As far as Vanessa was concerned Warren could entertain himself in her bed whenever he wanted.

"I think you might be right," Warren murmured, kissing his way back up her arm to her shoulder. "The downside of being a dutiful son." Conversation was abandoned for a moment at this point, Warren trailing his fingers down further, the swirls continuing over her hip and down to her thigh. That movement of hers was far too distracting, Warren was suddenly a lot more awake than he had been a few moments ago. And certainly interested in following where a hip movement like that could take them. "I tend to catch up on the news," he finally remembered to say, finishing the last link in the conversation.

"News is overrated," she whispered, obviously distracted. The leg hooked around him inched higher and her hips shifted beneath him again. Maybe she should have been plenty sated from the night before, but there was something about a naked man on top of her that made Vanessa think that "sated" wasn't exactly a factor here. One could be undersexed, but for the time being she was going to blatantly disregard any notion that one could be oversexed in a short period of time.

Vanessa's head turned and caught Warren's lips in a brief kiss while her hips tried to split his attention. "I'll make it worth your while to stop talking about meetings," she whispered, still close enough for her lips to brush his. Her hips rocked up into him more insistently. "I'll even make you breakfast...after."

Warren honestly did not need to be told twice. The night before had been something of an eye opener for him, bringing to the fore a side of him he'd mostly forgotten about. It had been quite literally over a decade since he'd last slept with a woman, and Vanessa had more than let him indulge his curiosity. But it wasn't entirely sated yet, especially not with Vanessa moving against him like that.

A wicked grin crossed his face, Warren simply kissing Vanessa again in response. It still surprised him how soft her lips were, how different it was kissing someone without that slight rasp of stubble. With one quick movement, he shifted their positions, nestling in between her thighs as his wings flexed above them, Warren breaking the kiss to move his lips down her neck. This, he thought absently, was definitely worth the 5am wake up.