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xp_logsBackdated to last night. For those of you wondering just who managed to break Jean-Phillipe's all-too-long dry spell.
"Not bad," Warren announced over the microphone as the Danger Room began to power down. He'd been supervising a training session for Jean-Phillipe, and the trainee X-Man had done a great job in this training session. Warren left the booth to join him in the Danger Room once the scenario had finished shutting down. "How do you think you went?"
"Je ne sais pas," Jean-Phillipe said with a very Gallic shrug, brushing at the leather of his uniform jacket for a lack of anything else to do with his hands. "I have never been very good at judging my own performance in this sort of way," he said. And that was without even the consideration of having to struggle against being distracted by who was supervising his session.
"How did you feel during it?" Warren pressed. Part of the training program was all about self-assessment. If you didn't feel comfortable with what you were doing, that would hamper your performance in the field. "Did you find it easy? Hard? Did you have any trouble with anything at any point?"
Jean-Phillipe bit back the instant bit of innuendo that came to mine regarding finding things hard. That would certainly have been inappropriate, and unprofessional. "It was...challenging," he said finally, indicating the slight amount of sweat that was dampening his hair, especially on the nape of his neck. "But not insurmountable."
Warren nodded. "As long as things aren't getting too easy, that usually means it's time to move on to the next level." He flashed Jean-Phillipe a smile. "How are you finding it? Being part of the team?"
Oh merde. That smile did funny things to Jean-Phillipe. Not least in the groin of his well-fitting leather pants that he currently had on. "Ah...different." It was still not entirely easy for him to talk freely about the time he had spent with the Brotherhood, despite the fact that it was a well-covered topic among the X-Men. "Magneto taught me much about my powers, but very little about working with others."
"That is one thing that isn't a strong point of the Brotherhood," Warren commented nonchalantly. "Working as a team. It certainly does give us an edge." Heaven forbid they ever faced a well-trained team of Brotherhood mutants. They might be in trouble then.
"He is...charismatic, though. And intelligent. He has a way of getting people to follow him." Like a younger, more desperate Jean-Phillipe Colbert, for one. "But yes, he instills loyalty to himself, but not to the others of the Brotherhood." Which was ultimately why he had forsworn that loyalty in favor of his cousin and the others at the mansion.
"And now you're here." Warren smiled again. "I'm not sure whether that says bad things about Magneto, or good things about you, but I think I'll go with the latter. There aren't too many people out there like yourself." The X-Men had it's fair share of members with shady pasts, but Jean-Phillipe was the only one who had switched sides from the Brotherhood.
"He has a tendency to use people up." Jean-Phillipe said sadly. "When they have served their purpose..." He flopped a hand. "John, Julio...I have no illusion that he will not treat me harshly should we ever come face to face again."
"Well, if or when that happens, we'll have your back. You don't have to worry about that." One upside of joining the good guys. They had your back, no matter what happened.
Jean-Phillipe felt the barest hint of a blush touch his cheek at the words 'have your back'. What was he, a schoolboy, finding the most sexual interpretation of every word? "Merci," he said quietly.
"That's what we're here for," Warren replied sincerely, before changing the subject to lighten the mood a little bit. "Want to grab a drink? I'm not due back to the city until the morning, and alcohol always seems to taste better after a DR session." Even if all he'd done was sit in the booth, watching.
"That is very kind of you. I accept, of course," Jean-Phillipe said. "Here at the mansion, or out somewhere? I am certain I have a few bottles of wine in my suite..."
"Here is fine," Warren said with a smile. "Provided you don't mind me drinking all your wine. Meet you upstairs in a few?"
"Perhaps make it more than a few?" Jean-Phillipe sniffed disdainfully at his shoulder. "I should shower." And attempt to get his libido under control.
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Jean-Phillipe pondered actually thanking Jean-Paul for keeping him from opening the second bottle of wine that he had brought the other evening, as it now gave him something nice to have ready for when Warren showed up. Of course, then Jean-Paul would tease him incessantly about having Warren over.
Giving Jean-Phillipe plenty of time to shower and change, Warren raided the main kitchen, sourcing what he could to create some sort of cheese platter. Not a spectacular effort, given the lack of notice, but there were a couple of different types of cheeses and some crackers to go with them. He showed up at Jean-Phillipe's door, knocking a couple of times before bringing the plate to his shoulder, mimicking the pose of a waiter as he waited.
"Ah, that is very polite of you," Jean-Phillipe said, taking the platter and setting it on the coffee table next to the wine and glasses he had gotten. "So, you are not due back in the city until tomorrow? Are you staying at the mansion this evening, then?" He couldn't recall off the top of his head if Warren still kept a room in the mansion.
"That depends on how late you keep me out," Warren replied with a grin. "Either I'll fly back, or I'll drive, or I'll crash in one of the guest rooms." He probably should claim a room of his own, but it didn't seem worth it when he didn't stay at the mansion all too often.
He took a seat on the couch, his wings flaring for a moment as he avoided sitting on them. Pretty to look at, but constantly in the way.
Jean-Phillipe had absolutely no objection to the view. The wings were indeed pretty to look at. He wished he could come up with some pretext to touch them, but suspected that would be too forward. He poured Warren a glass of wine and passed it over before sitting in one of the chairs near the couch. "So, what is scheduled for tomorrow, then?" he asked.
"Nothing particularly interesting, I'm afraid. A couple of meetings about some projects I'm poking my nose into, and I have to see my accountant somewhere in there as well. Unfortunately the life of a businessman is not as interesting as it might seem." He took a sip from the glass of wine he'd accepted, shrugging. "What about you? You're studying, aren't you?"
"Oui. For whatever reason, my cousin has assisted with some of my fees." It rankled a bit, because he had his stubborn pride, but Jean-Phillipe was also enough of a realist to know that he would have struggled without some manner of help, and his pride could handle money from his cousin easier than from the Professor, given his previous allegiances.
"Nothing wrong with accepting help from family. I've heard horror stories about college loans from some of the interns at work." Not something Warren ever had to worry about, which he was very thankful for. "What are you majoring in?"
"The Xavier Institute is helping to create a Mutant Studies program, which I am of course interested in. Political science courses, psychology, sociology, I am taking a blend of classes." It was rare that Jean-Phillipe spoke about school, really. He more than occasionally felt out of place, the son of firmly working-class French parents studying at an American university.
Warren nodded, sipping at his wine. "The Mutant Studies program sounds like a great project - I would have loved something like that when I was at college. Alas, it was just business and law for me. Very dry." The problem with being the dutiful son. Doing law had been something of a rebellion for Warren, though not something too outrageous. Something his father didn't entirely approve of, but not something beneath the supposed dignity of a Worthington.
---
The pair had chatted quite late into the night, late enough that they had still been talking and drinking wine when Laurie and Eamon had returned to the suite from their date for the evening. Given that it had been fairly obvious that Laurie was hoping to have some privacy, Jean-Phillipe had offered to walk Warren to a guest room.
Warren was feeling quite mellow after all the wine that had been consumed that evening, strolling with Jean-Phillipe towards the room he habitually crashed in. It would, he thought, make far more sense if he just claimed one of the rooms in the suites for himself. Then he'd be crashing in his own bed for the evening. Which sounded appealing.
"Thank you, for your hospitality," Warren said out of the blue, a smile on his face. "Sometimes it's nice to stay in rather than having to worry about going out." That made more sense in Warren's head, since 'going out' always required some sort of hiding. Either his wings were strapped down or he hid his face in some manner.
"De rien," Jean-Phillipe said with a slight blush. "I had a very good time." Of course, now he was going to be at loose ends for several hours, unless he wanted to listen to Laurie screaming half the night. Besides, there was a room, and Warren, and... His lips twitched with the desire to lean in and kiss the other man.
"So did I." He grinned abruptly. "And now I suddenly have a lot more understanding for the neighbours who used to complain about Piotr and I. I think we were lucky to start out as roommates." Warren and his ex had tortured their own fair share of residents with their own sex antics, once upon a time.
Perhaps it was the wine. Perhaps it was Jean-Paul's teasing and advice to pursue what he wanted. Perhaps it was something in the air, or the way the light caught Warren as he smiled. But whatever the reason, Jean-Phillipe threw caution to the wind. What was the worst that could happen? He stepped close and looked straight into Warren's eyes as he tilted his head to the side and gently, curiously, pressed his lips to the other man's.
The kiss came as something of a surprise to Warren, if for no other reason that he'd been completely blind to the other man's interest in him. After a moment or two, he returned the kiss, the concept of stopping to think about this completely lost in the muddle of wine. Warren couldn't help but respond, one hand coming up to cup Jean-Phillipe's face as he deepened the kiss.
One of Jean-Phillipe's hands curled behind Warren's neck, the other braced against the doorjamb, and his tongue darted out to touch against the winged mutant's. The breath he'd been holding in nervousness blew out through his nose, and he made a contented noise in his chest.
The kissing went on for a few more moment before Warren drew back a little, his hands coming up to play with the collar of Jean-Phillipe's shirt as he spoke.
"How about we move this inside?" Warren smiled, tugging Jean-Phillipe in closer with the edge of his collar.
"Mais oui, s'il vous plait," Jean-Phillipe murmured fervently and followed Warren into the room.
-----
Warren was starting to get used to waking up next to someone again. Sleeping in the same bed as him wasn't always the easiest thing to do, thanks to his wings, but it usually worked out.
Like this morning. He was sprawled on his stomach, one wing draped over the body next to him, which he quickly realized wasn't Vanessa. After a couple of blinks his eyesight cleared and he remembered who it was.
Well, this was an interesting development. He just watched Jean-Phillipe for the moment, for once not entirely sure what to do.
"Mmm," Jean-Phillipe hummed, stirring slightly as the wing over him shifted. He woke up a bit more, then opened one eye to assess the sunlight spilling in through the window. "Bonjour," he said with a smile. And it -was- a good day.
"Good morning," Warren returned with a smile. His wing brushed the other man a couple of times as he stretched both of them, then shifted to lie on his side, facing Jean-Phillipe. Why did this feel awkward when waking up with Vanessa hadn't?
Jean-Phillipe rolled to mirror Warren and stretched languidly and unselfconsciously. "What time do you have to leave for your meeting?" he asked, remembering Warren's mentioning his morning obligation. He would have rather spent a lazy morning in, but suspected that wasn't in the cards. Still, the previous night had been...well, a rather spectacular way to break the long dry spell he'd been in.
"Hmmm?" It took Warren a moment to remember that hey, he did have somewhere to be this morning. "My meeting's not til ten... What time is it?" He frowned a little, glancing around for a clock. He'd forgotten to set an alarm on his phone last night, what with all the.. distraction. Or set it to charge, he wouldn't be surprised if it was flat now anyway.
"Hm?" Jean-Phillipe didn't wear a watch, for obvious reasons. Not to mention that they'd been a bit frantic to get undressed the previous night. There was a clock on the desk in the guest room, and he narrowed his eyes in an attempt to read it through the remaining blurriness of sleep. "Huit, ah, eight o'clock."
"Which means I should probably get moving," Warren said, wrinkling his nose. One of the problems with staying at the mansion, it meant less time in bed. Despite his need to leave, he hadn't moved as yet, his gaze still considering Jean-Phillipe.
"Hm?" Jean-Phillipe questioned wordlessly. He was having difficulty reading Warren's expression, and besides, he did not have any major responsibilities for the morning, so he wasn't exactly motivated to get moving himself.
"I had a good time last night." Which, after he said it, made him inwardly wince a little. It sounded - well, he wasn't sure how it sounded to Jean-Phillipe, but it certainly didn't sound all that great to him. What had happened to his usual charm?
"I had a -very- good time last night." Jean-Phillipe grinned. He cocked his head. "Is that a 'what do we do now?' expression?" he asked, curiously and without malice. If this had been a one-time thing, he would perhaps be disappointed, but if that was what it was, c'est la vie.
"Maybe?" He sounded a little apologetic. "This was... kind of unexpected." Warren wasn't very good at one night stands, his recent run notwithstanding. But sleeping with someone he considered a friend, without a long history of flirtation between them? He didn't know what to do with this.
"Well, let us start with this, since I have not said much of anything about it previously." Jean-Phillipe took a breath. "I like you. I enjoyed this, and I would enjoy doing it again."
Again, definitely not something Warren was expecting. The last time he'd had a morning after conversation, it had gone entirely differently, and Warren was actually quite okay with the way things turned out. This, however... he didn't know what to do without being an ass about it.
"How about dinner sometime?" He found himself saying. It wasn't exactly a great answer, but he was starting to feel like a dick for sleeping with someone who was interested in him, when he hadn't noticed them at all.
"I would enjoy that also." Jean-Phillipe reached out a hand to lay on Warren's arm, sensing some of his turmoil. "I would enjoy whatever you might be willing to do. There does not have to be any pressure. I enjoy your company, in whatever capacity you wish."
Warren smiled a little sheepishly. "I'm not very good with one night things, apparently," he admitted. "But I would like to have dinner with you. I'll give you a call." He paused. "Actually give you a call, I'm not trying to... give you the brush off or anything. But I do need to leave, so I don't miss my meeting."
Jean-Phillipe made a shooing motion. "On the other hand, since I have nothing to do this morning, I plan on going back to sleep for a few. Enjoy your meeting...as much as such things can be enjoyed, that is."
"Not bad," Warren announced over the microphone as the Danger Room began to power down. He'd been supervising a training session for Jean-Phillipe, and the trainee X-Man had done a great job in this training session. Warren left the booth to join him in the Danger Room once the scenario had finished shutting down. "How do you think you went?"
"Je ne sais pas," Jean-Phillipe said with a very Gallic shrug, brushing at the leather of his uniform jacket for a lack of anything else to do with his hands. "I have never been very good at judging my own performance in this sort of way," he said. And that was without even the consideration of having to struggle against being distracted by who was supervising his session.
"How did you feel during it?" Warren pressed. Part of the training program was all about self-assessment. If you didn't feel comfortable with what you were doing, that would hamper your performance in the field. "Did you find it easy? Hard? Did you have any trouble with anything at any point?"
Jean-Phillipe bit back the instant bit of innuendo that came to mine regarding finding things hard. That would certainly have been inappropriate, and unprofessional. "It was...challenging," he said finally, indicating the slight amount of sweat that was dampening his hair, especially on the nape of his neck. "But not insurmountable."
Warren nodded. "As long as things aren't getting too easy, that usually means it's time to move on to the next level." He flashed Jean-Phillipe a smile. "How are you finding it? Being part of the team?"
Oh merde. That smile did funny things to Jean-Phillipe. Not least in the groin of his well-fitting leather pants that he currently had on. "Ah...different." It was still not entirely easy for him to talk freely about the time he had spent with the Brotherhood, despite the fact that it was a well-covered topic among the X-Men. "Magneto taught me much about my powers, but very little about working with others."
"That is one thing that isn't a strong point of the Brotherhood," Warren commented nonchalantly. "Working as a team. It certainly does give us an edge." Heaven forbid they ever faced a well-trained team of Brotherhood mutants. They might be in trouble then.
"He is...charismatic, though. And intelligent. He has a way of getting people to follow him." Like a younger, more desperate Jean-Phillipe Colbert, for one. "But yes, he instills loyalty to himself, but not to the others of the Brotherhood." Which was ultimately why he had forsworn that loyalty in favor of his cousin and the others at the mansion.
"And now you're here." Warren smiled again. "I'm not sure whether that says bad things about Magneto, or good things about you, but I think I'll go with the latter. There aren't too many people out there like yourself." The X-Men had it's fair share of members with shady pasts, but Jean-Phillipe was the only one who had switched sides from the Brotherhood.
"He has a tendency to use people up." Jean-Phillipe said sadly. "When they have served their purpose..." He flopped a hand. "John, Julio...I have no illusion that he will not treat me harshly should we ever come face to face again."
"Well, if or when that happens, we'll have your back. You don't have to worry about that." One upside of joining the good guys. They had your back, no matter what happened.
Jean-Phillipe felt the barest hint of a blush touch his cheek at the words 'have your back'. What was he, a schoolboy, finding the most sexual interpretation of every word? "Merci," he said quietly.
"That's what we're here for," Warren replied sincerely, before changing the subject to lighten the mood a little bit. "Want to grab a drink? I'm not due back to the city until the morning, and alcohol always seems to taste better after a DR session." Even if all he'd done was sit in the booth, watching.
"That is very kind of you. I accept, of course," Jean-Phillipe said. "Here at the mansion, or out somewhere? I am certain I have a few bottles of wine in my suite..."
"Here is fine," Warren said with a smile. "Provided you don't mind me drinking all your wine. Meet you upstairs in a few?"
"Perhaps make it more than a few?" Jean-Phillipe sniffed disdainfully at his shoulder. "I should shower." And attempt to get his libido under control.
---
Jean-Phillipe pondered actually thanking Jean-Paul for keeping him from opening the second bottle of wine that he had brought the other evening, as it now gave him something nice to have ready for when Warren showed up. Of course, then Jean-Paul would tease him incessantly about having Warren over.
Giving Jean-Phillipe plenty of time to shower and change, Warren raided the main kitchen, sourcing what he could to create some sort of cheese platter. Not a spectacular effort, given the lack of notice, but there were a couple of different types of cheeses and some crackers to go with them. He showed up at Jean-Phillipe's door, knocking a couple of times before bringing the plate to his shoulder, mimicking the pose of a waiter as he waited.
"Ah, that is very polite of you," Jean-Phillipe said, taking the platter and setting it on the coffee table next to the wine and glasses he had gotten. "So, you are not due back in the city until tomorrow? Are you staying at the mansion this evening, then?" He couldn't recall off the top of his head if Warren still kept a room in the mansion.
"That depends on how late you keep me out," Warren replied with a grin. "Either I'll fly back, or I'll drive, or I'll crash in one of the guest rooms." He probably should claim a room of his own, but it didn't seem worth it when he didn't stay at the mansion all too often.
He took a seat on the couch, his wings flaring for a moment as he avoided sitting on them. Pretty to look at, but constantly in the way.
Jean-Phillipe had absolutely no objection to the view. The wings were indeed pretty to look at. He wished he could come up with some pretext to touch them, but suspected that would be too forward. He poured Warren a glass of wine and passed it over before sitting in one of the chairs near the couch. "So, what is scheduled for tomorrow, then?" he asked.
"Nothing particularly interesting, I'm afraid. A couple of meetings about some projects I'm poking my nose into, and I have to see my accountant somewhere in there as well. Unfortunately the life of a businessman is not as interesting as it might seem." He took a sip from the glass of wine he'd accepted, shrugging. "What about you? You're studying, aren't you?"
"Oui. For whatever reason, my cousin has assisted with some of my fees." It rankled a bit, because he had his stubborn pride, but Jean-Phillipe was also enough of a realist to know that he would have struggled without some manner of help, and his pride could handle money from his cousin easier than from the Professor, given his previous allegiances.
"Nothing wrong with accepting help from family. I've heard horror stories about college loans from some of the interns at work." Not something Warren ever had to worry about, which he was very thankful for. "What are you majoring in?"
"The Xavier Institute is helping to create a Mutant Studies program, which I am of course interested in. Political science courses, psychology, sociology, I am taking a blend of classes." It was rare that Jean-Phillipe spoke about school, really. He more than occasionally felt out of place, the son of firmly working-class French parents studying at an American university.
Warren nodded, sipping at his wine. "The Mutant Studies program sounds like a great project - I would have loved something like that when I was at college. Alas, it was just business and law for me. Very dry." The problem with being the dutiful son. Doing law had been something of a rebellion for Warren, though not something too outrageous. Something his father didn't entirely approve of, but not something beneath the supposed dignity of a Worthington.
---
The pair had chatted quite late into the night, late enough that they had still been talking and drinking wine when Laurie and Eamon had returned to the suite from their date for the evening. Given that it had been fairly obvious that Laurie was hoping to have some privacy, Jean-Phillipe had offered to walk Warren to a guest room.
Warren was feeling quite mellow after all the wine that had been consumed that evening, strolling with Jean-Phillipe towards the room he habitually crashed in. It would, he thought, make far more sense if he just claimed one of the rooms in the suites for himself. Then he'd be crashing in his own bed for the evening. Which sounded appealing.
"Thank you, for your hospitality," Warren said out of the blue, a smile on his face. "Sometimes it's nice to stay in rather than having to worry about going out." That made more sense in Warren's head, since 'going out' always required some sort of hiding. Either his wings were strapped down or he hid his face in some manner.
"De rien," Jean-Phillipe said with a slight blush. "I had a very good time." Of course, now he was going to be at loose ends for several hours, unless he wanted to listen to Laurie screaming half the night. Besides, there was a room, and Warren, and... His lips twitched with the desire to lean in and kiss the other man.
"So did I." He grinned abruptly. "And now I suddenly have a lot more understanding for the neighbours who used to complain about Piotr and I. I think we were lucky to start out as roommates." Warren and his ex had tortured their own fair share of residents with their own sex antics, once upon a time.
Perhaps it was the wine. Perhaps it was Jean-Paul's teasing and advice to pursue what he wanted. Perhaps it was something in the air, or the way the light caught Warren as he smiled. But whatever the reason, Jean-Phillipe threw caution to the wind. What was the worst that could happen? He stepped close and looked straight into Warren's eyes as he tilted his head to the side and gently, curiously, pressed his lips to the other man's.
The kiss came as something of a surprise to Warren, if for no other reason that he'd been completely blind to the other man's interest in him. After a moment or two, he returned the kiss, the concept of stopping to think about this completely lost in the muddle of wine. Warren couldn't help but respond, one hand coming up to cup Jean-Phillipe's face as he deepened the kiss.
One of Jean-Phillipe's hands curled behind Warren's neck, the other braced against the doorjamb, and his tongue darted out to touch against the winged mutant's. The breath he'd been holding in nervousness blew out through his nose, and he made a contented noise in his chest.
The kissing went on for a few more moment before Warren drew back a little, his hands coming up to play with the collar of Jean-Phillipe's shirt as he spoke.
"How about we move this inside?" Warren smiled, tugging Jean-Phillipe in closer with the edge of his collar.
"Mais oui, s'il vous plait," Jean-Phillipe murmured fervently and followed Warren into the room.
-----
Warren was starting to get used to waking up next to someone again. Sleeping in the same bed as him wasn't always the easiest thing to do, thanks to his wings, but it usually worked out.
Like this morning. He was sprawled on his stomach, one wing draped over the body next to him, which he quickly realized wasn't Vanessa. After a couple of blinks his eyesight cleared and he remembered who it was.
Well, this was an interesting development. He just watched Jean-Phillipe for the moment, for once not entirely sure what to do.
"Mmm," Jean-Phillipe hummed, stirring slightly as the wing over him shifted. He woke up a bit more, then opened one eye to assess the sunlight spilling in through the window. "Bonjour," he said with a smile. And it -was- a good day.
"Good morning," Warren returned with a smile. His wing brushed the other man a couple of times as he stretched both of them, then shifted to lie on his side, facing Jean-Phillipe. Why did this feel awkward when waking up with Vanessa hadn't?
Jean-Phillipe rolled to mirror Warren and stretched languidly and unselfconsciously. "What time do you have to leave for your meeting?" he asked, remembering Warren's mentioning his morning obligation. He would have rather spent a lazy morning in, but suspected that wasn't in the cards. Still, the previous night had been...well, a rather spectacular way to break the long dry spell he'd been in.
"Hmmm?" It took Warren a moment to remember that hey, he did have somewhere to be this morning. "My meeting's not til ten... What time is it?" He frowned a little, glancing around for a clock. He'd forgotten to set an alarm on his phone last night, what with all the.. distraction. Or set it to charge, he wouldn't be surprised if it was flat now anyway.
"Hm?" Jean-Phillipe didn't wear a watch, for obvious reasons. Not to mention that they'd been a bit frantic to get undressed the previous night. There was a clock on the desk in the guest room, and he narrowed his eyes in an attempt to read it through the remaining blurriness of sleep. "Huit, ah, eight o'clock."
"Which means I should probably get moving," Warren said, wrinkling his nose. One of the problems with staying at the mansion, it meant less time in bed. Despite his need to leave, he hadn't moved as yet, his gaze still considering Jean-Phillipe.
"Hm?" Jean-Phillipe questioned wordlessly. He was having difficulty reading Warren's expression, and besides, he did not have any major responsibilities for the morning, so he wasn't exactly motivated to get moving himself.
"I had a good time last night." Which, after he said it, made him inwardly wince a little. It sounded - well, he wasn't sure how it sounded to Jean-Phillipe, but it certainly didn't sound all that great to him. What had happened to his usual charm?
"I had a -very- good time last night." Jean-Phillipe grinned. He cocked his head. "Is that a 'what do we do now?' expression?" he asked, curiously and without malice. If this had been a one-time thing, he would perhaps be disappointed, but if that was what it was, c'est la vie.
"Maybe?" He sounded a little apologetic. "This was... kind of unexpected." Warren wasn't very good at one night stands, his recent run notwithstanding. But sleeping with someone he considered a friend, without a long history of flirtation between them? He didn't know what to do with this.
"Well, let us start with this, since I have not said much of anything about it previously." Jean-Phillipe took a breath. "I like you. I enjoyed this, and I would enjoy doing it again."
Again, definitely not something Warren was expecting. The last time he'd had a morning after conversation, it had gone entirely differently, and Warren was actually quite okay with the way things turned out. This, however... he didn't know what to do without being an ass about it.
"How about dinner sometime?" He found himself saying. It wasn't exactly a great answer, but he was starting to feel like a dick for sleeping with someone who was interested in him, when he hadn't noticed them at all.
"I would enjoy that also." Jean-Phillipe reached out a hand to lay on Warren's arm, sensing some of his turmoil. "I would enjoy whatever you might be willing to do. There does not have to be any pressure. I enjoy your company, in whatever capacity you wish."
Warren smiled a little sheepishly. "I'm not very good with one night things, apparently," he admitted. "But I would like to have dinner with you. I'll give you a call." He paused. "Actually give you a call, I'm not trying to... give you the brush off or anything. But I do need to leave, so I don't miss my meeting."
Jean-Phillipe made a shooing motion. "On the other hand, since I have nothing to do this morning, I plan on going back to sleep for a few. Enjoy your meeting...as much as such things can be enjoyed, that is."
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Date: 2011-03-24 06:33 am (UTC)