Warren and Cecilia - Morning After
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xp_logsWarren and Cece talk in the morning, after sleeping together following a Valentine's Day evening group outing. But it's not weird that it's the day after Valentine's Day, because their players didn't account for that when the holiday's on a Saturday, it doesn't count.
For the most part, Warren was pretty in control of things. He always knew what was going to happen, and he generally had a plan he followed.
Of course, the whole thing with Jean had derailed that thought, and now he was at a mansion, filled with people he didn't know but whom he was supposed to trust, and it was strange.
Even stranger, when the others seemed to not find it odd at all that a new person was there and had invited him to attend a night out with them. Accepting the offer, he'd had a good time. Had a few too many drinks, and somehow ended up leaving with a certain doctor.
What was with all these doctors lately?
She was surprisingly aggressive,but he didn't mind. Not even a few drinks into it, they'd returned to his place, and had a very interesting evening.
Now, it was 9 in the morning, and as was his usual habit, he had been up since 6. Even drinking the night before had no change to his schedule. He had work that needed to be submitted, and it was easy enough to do it at home. Whenever Cecilia awoke, she'd find coffee already made, and she'd find Warren in his study, showered, dressed and working on a proposal.
It had been one of those nights Cecilia had sworn she was too old for. She hadn't been that drunk in a long time - possibly since slapping Arthur, although in that case, the probably-bad decision came before the drinking.
Not that sleeping with Warren had been a bad decision. Not necessarily. Actually, she seemed to remember someone (Wade, maybe? And definitely Adrienne) suggesting she do it when she'd returned to New York last year. Although that had been a different Warren.
That hardly mattered. Until she'd gotten away from the mansion and the booze had started coming, she hadn't realized how badly she needed to have some fun. And this was her doing it, albeit in as embarrassing a fashion as possible.
She leaned over his bed, searching for her clothes. Oof. Her head. The cup of coffee left on the nightstand beckoned to her, and she answered its call. "Oh man," she muttered after a sip. Then she put it back down and started to get dressed.
In his study, Warren heard the telltale signs of someone waking up, but he thought it best to leave her in peace. Normally, he would find a way to disengage as quickly as possible, but that would not be the wisest action here. He had no intention of making things awkward back at the mansion and to be honest, she was interesting to talk to. Sex was just sex. No need to let it mess things up.
So he sat and kept reading his work until he heard her leave the bedroom. "There's croissants and muffins in the kitchen," he called out, not even looking away from his computer. "There's also spare toothbrushes in the bathroom. Bottom drawer. I'm finishing a project and I'll be right out."
"Oh," Cecilia called back, her eyebrow raised even though he couldn't see it. "Got it." She was almost cradling the cup of coffee, and she stepped into the bathroom to check her hair and yesterday's makeup. "So you do this a lot." She'd seen worse.
"Depends on your definition of 'a lot'," he responded, squinting at the screen. The numbers weren't adding up and this was starting to annoy him. Maybe a break would be good. Pushing himself away from his, he padded his way to the main part of his loft. He'd always liked the open concept. Sound travelled so there was no need to yell and everything was close by. "And also in what you mean by 'this'."
He poured himself another cup of coffee and added plenty of milk and sugar. "If by 'this' you mean enjoy the company of a beautiful, confident woman, then yes. I do. It's not really a secret. If by 'this' you mean going out with a group of people and taking one home spontaneously, then no. I tend to generally plan my evenings . Not that I'm complaining."
"Charming way with words too," Cecilia said dryly. "Well rehearsed." She stepped out of the bathroom and smiled at him. "Can you top this off?" She moved toward him, placing a half-full mug on the counter. Then, she reached behind him and grabbed a croissant.
Warren obligingly filled the mug before handing it back to her. "Butter and jam is in the fridge. And did it sound rehearsed? I'll have to try harder.". Reaching for a croissant of his own, he picked a piece off and chewed on it thoughtfully.
He was running low on these. A mental note was made to bake some more. It was easily his favourite breakfast. "Did you sleep well? I forgot to mention but there is Tylenol in the bathroom as well."
"It was a joke," Cecilia raised an eyebrow, this time within his sight. She pulled off a piece of flaky croissant. "Well enough. Did you? I can't believe you're already awake and working on... whatever."
Warren shrugged and lifted his mug to his lips. The hot drink was just the right temperature for a refreshing sip. "I don't get hangovers," he explained, "and work never stops. I've been up for several hours. Enough time to bake these." Referring to the croissants, he ate another bite. "And to draft a cost analysis report due on Monday." Warren gave her a wry smile. "It's all very thrilling."
"Sounds it," Cecilia smirked before popping the croissant in her mouth. She glanced around the apartment, which she hadn't taken much time to examine last night. At least that she could remember. Whoops. "Guess it takes a lot of work to earn a place like this." It was furnished better than any place she'd lived, no doubt about it. Xavier's included. "What do you do exactly? You told me," she said rather matter-of-factly, "but I forgot."
There was something to those journal things that Scott was talking to him about. Warren was starting to feel like a broken record. "I'm the VP of Worthington Industries," he explained, finishing his croissant. "Big boss, who only bows down to the bigger boss, who happens to be my father." He lifted a shoulder in a shrug. "It's a thrilling life that pays incredibly well, takes up all my time, and allows me to wear business suits on a pretty near regular basis." He smiled. "So I can't complain too much. You're a doctor, correct?" Just to confirm his own memory. He was fairly certain she was, but at this point, he wasn't sure of anything.
"Surgeon," Cecilia responded with a nod. She wasn't exactly correcting him, but she thought the distinction was important, even if it wasn't so much in practice as in training these days. And she wanted him to know that she thought it was important. "I'm busy in the medlab at the school these days - not a lot of cutting going on, but still." She shrugged before sipping her coffee. He sprang for the good stuff, which she appreciated. "Mansion's home these days, and I'm getting maybe-publishable research done. So I'm happy to help. Even," she grinned, "without any business suits."
"Let's be honest," he said breezily. "We can't compete with each other in fashion. I was bred for this. My mother was a supermodel, you know.". While it might have sounded like a brag, it was said in a more eye-rolling tone. "Can't you tell by my cheekbones?"
"Oh sure," Cecilia smirked. "Executive, elite cheekbones. Obviously your best feature." She ripped off another piece of her croissant. "I mean, I would know." She took a bite.
He smirked. "Well, if we're playing that game, I'm sure I have more memorable features than my cheekbones. If not, I'm clearly doing something wrong."
"Oh, no, I mean..." Cecilia looked at him with feigned pity. "Eh," she teased.
He gave her a mock scowl. "Oh really? That's not what you were saying last night. Fairly certain I was referred to as some deity. Grecian God perhaps?"
"You may be remembering that wrong." Unable to help it, Cecilia blushed a little. "Not enough coffee to recall."
Warren grinned. "Aren't you lucky the coffee is unlimited then?"
"Maybe." She laughed, reaching past him for another croissant, because this hardly felt like a time to be self-conscious. After all, he had wings. "Hey," she tilted her head. "What's it like? Flying, I mean."
That was not what he was expecting, and the expression on his face showed that . "Liberating? Carefree?". He shrugged. "I'm not sure what you're expecting to hear, I'm not really a poet.". Warren poured himself another cup of coffee, taking the time to think.
"It's like nothing I can really compare it to," he finally said. "Maybe swimming....you're in control but at the same time you're not. the wind currents could change, the weather could be unpredictable...but when you're above the clouds...it's peaceful."
"Huh." Cecilia nodded, trying to imagine it. She couldn't, but she studied him as he sipped his coffee and had to smile. "You just seemed..." She dabbed some croissant crumbs with her finger and then licked them off. "I don't know. With your wings out, just... lighter."
"Lighter." He tested the word out, his fingers drumming on his mug. It was definitely a relief to be in a place where he didn't have to pretend. He hadn't realized before how much it weighed on him until he'd had to go into the office on Tuesday, and act like his world hadn't been turned upside down. "Yes," he responded, nodding as a slow smile formed on his face. "I like that word. Lighter. I feel lighter now that my wings are metaphorically out. Literally. Figuratively. Any adverb. Is that what you're asking?"
"That's me," she offered up with a smile. "Diffusing the awkwardness of morning after conversation by testing the barriers of language." Her mug was empty now, so she moved past him and placed it in his sink. "I think you're gonna like letting your guard down. It's fun."
"Clearly." He smiled widely before he finished his coffee. "Would you like a ride back to the Mansion or do you want to spend time in the city? I'll probably head that way tonight if you want to go in later on. I have to make an appearance in my office, or I might get fired."
"Nah, I have some things to do." She didn't. But since she was already downtown, Cecilia figured she could find a way to use the time productively. More productively than a car ride that was sure to be awkward. "People to see, some medical stuff to check on." She pulled her phone out of her pocket and checked some missed texts. "A cost analysis report due Monday."
Warren shrugged, and placed his mug next to hers. "If you change your mind, let me know. I can also lend you my car to drove yourself back." He grinned. "I have other ways of getting myself places."
For the most part, Warren was pretty in control of things. He always knew what was going to happen, and he generally had a plan he followed.
Of course, the whole thing with Jean had derailed that thought, and now he was at a mansion, filled with people he didn't know but whom he was supposed to trust, and it was strange.
Even stranger, when the others seemed to not find it odd at all that a new person was there and had invited him to attend a night out with them. Accepting the offer, he'd had a good time. Had a few too many drinks, and somehow ended up leaving with a certain doctor.
What was with all these doctors lately?
She was surprisingly aggressive,but he didn't mind. Not even a few drinks into it, they'd returned to his place, and had a very interesting evening.
Now, it was 9 in the morning, and as was his usual habit, he had been up since 6. Even drinking the night before had no change to his schedule. He had work that needed to be submitted, and it was easy enough to do it at home. Whenever Cecilia awoke, she'd find coffee already made, and she'd find Warren in his study, showered, dressed and working on a proposal.
It had been one of those nights Cecilia had sworn she was too old for. She hadn't been that drunk in a long time - possibly since slapping Arthur, although in that case, the probably-bad decision came before the drinking.
Not that sleeping with Warren had been a bad decision. Not necessarily. Actually, she seemed to remember someone (Wade, maybe? And definitely Adrienne) suggesting she do it when she'd returned to New York last year. Although that had been a different Warren.
That hardly mattered. Until she'd gotten away from the mansion and the booze had started coming, she hadn't realized how badly she needed to have some fun. And this was her doing it, albeit in as embarrassing a fashion as possible.
She leaned over his bed, searching for her clothes. Oof. Her head. The cup of coffee left on the nightstand beckoned to her, and she answered its call. "Oh man," she muttered after a sip. Then she put it back down and started to get dressed.
In his study, Warren heard the telltale signs of someone waking up, but he thought it best to leave her in peace. Normally, he would find a way to disengage as quickly as possible, but that would not be the wisest action here. He had no intention of making things awkward back at the mansion and to be honest, she was interesting to talk to. Sex was just sex. No need to let it mess things up.
So he sat and kept reading his work until he heard her leave the bedroom. "There's croissants and muffins in the kitchen," he called out, not even looking away from his computer. "There's also spare toothbrushes in the bathroom. Bottom drawer. I'm finishing a project and I'll be right out."
"Oh," Cecilia called back, her eyebrow raised even though he couldn't see it. "Got it." She was almost cradling the cup of coffee, and she stepped into the bathroom to check her hair and yesterday's makeup. "So you do this a lot." She'd seen worse.
"Depends on your definition of 'a lot'," he responded, squinting at the screen. The numbers weren't adding up and this was starting to annoy him. Maybe a break would be good. Pushing himself away from his, he padded his way to the main part of his loft. He'd always liked the open concept. Sound travelled so there was no need to yell and everything was close by. "And also in what you mean by 'this'."
He poured himself another cup of coffee and added plenty of milk and sugar. "If by 'this' you mean enjoy the company of a beautiful, confident woman, then yes. I do. It's not really a secret. If by 'this' you mean going out with a group of people and taking one home spontaneously, then no. I tend to generally plan my evenings . Not that I'm complaining."
"Charming way with words too," Cecilia said dryly. "Well rehearsed." She stepped out of the bathroom and smiled at him. "Can you top this off?" She moved toward him, placing a half-full mug on the counter. Then, she reached behind him and grabbed a croissant.
Warren obligingly filled the mug before handing it back to her. "Butter and jam is in the fridge. And did it sound rehearsed? I'll have to try harder.". Reaching for a croissant of his own, he picked a piece off and chewed on it thoughtfully.
He was running low on these. A mental note was made to bake some more. It was easily his favourite breakfast. "Did you sleep well? I forgot to mention but there is Tylenol in the bathroom as well."
"It was a joke," Cecilia raised an eyebrow, this time within his sight. She pulled off a piece of flaky croissant. "Well enough. Did you? I can't believe you're already awake and working on... whatever."
Warren shrugged and lifted his mug to his lips. The hot drink was just the right temperature for a refreshing sip. "I don't get hangovers," he explained, "and work never stops. I've been up for several hours. Enough time to bake these." Referring to the croissants, he ate another bite. "And to draft a cost analysis report due on Monday." Warren gave her a wry smile. "It's all very thrilling."
"Sounds it," Cecilia smirked before popping the croissant in her mouth. She glanced around the apartment, which she hadn't taken much time to examine last night. At least that she could remember. Whoops. "Guess it takes a lot of work to earn a place like this." It was furnished better than any place she'd lived, no doubt about it. Xavier's included. "What do you do exactly? You told me," she said rather matter-of-factly, "but I forgot."
There was something to those journal things that Scott was talking to him about. Warren was starting to feel like a broken record. "I'm the VP of Worthington Industries," he explained, finishing his croissant. "Big boss, who only bows down to the bigger boss, who happens to be my father." He lifted a shoulder in a shrug. "It's a thrilling life that pays incredibly well, takes up all my time, and allows me to wear business suits on a pretty near regular basis." He smiled. "So I can't complain too much. You're a doctor, correct?" Just to confirm his own memory. He was fairly certain she was, but at this point, he wasn't sure of anything.
"Surgeon," Cecilia responded with a nod. She wasn't exactly correcting him, but she thought the distinction was important, even if it wasn't so much in practice as in training these days. And she wanted him to know that she thought it was important. "I'm busy in the medlab at the school these days - not a lot of cutting going on, but still." She shrugged before sipping her coffee. He sprang for the good stuff, which she appreciated. "Mansion's home these days, and I'm getting maybe-publishable research done. So I'm happy to help. Even," she grinned, "without any business suits."
"Let's be honest," he said breezily. "We can't compete with each other in fashion. I was bred for this. My mother was a supermodel, you know.". While it might have sounded like a brag, it was said in a more eye-rolling tone. "Can't you tell by my cheekbones?"
"Oh sure," Cecilia smirked. "Executive, elite cheekbones. Obviously your best feature." She ripped off another piece of her croissant. "I mean, I would know." She took a bite.
He smirked. "Well, if we're playing that game, I'm sure I have more memorable features than my cheekbones. If not, I'm clearly doing something wrong."
"Oh, no, I mean..." Cecilia looked at him with feigned pity. "Eh," she teased.
He gave her a mock scowl. "Oh really? That's not what you were saying last night. Fairly certain I was referred to as some deity. Grecian God perhaps?"
"You may be remembering that wrong." Unable to help it, Cecilia blushed a little. "Not enough coffee to recall."
Warren grinned. "Aren't you lucky the coffee is unlimited then?"
"Maybe." She laughed, reaching past him for another croissant, because this hardly felt like a time to be self-conscious. After all, he had wings. "Hey," she tilted her head. "What's it like? Flying, I mean."
That was not what he was expecting, and the expression on his face showed that . "Liberating? Carefree?". He shrugged. "I'm not sure what you're expecting to hear, I'm not really a poet.". Warren poured himself another cup of coffee, taking the time to think.
"It's like nothing I can really compare it to," he finally said. "Maybe swimming....you're in control but at the same time you're not. the wind currents could change, the weather could be unpredictable...but when you're above the clouds...it's peaceful."
"Huh." Cecilia nodded, trying to imagine it. She couldn't, but she studied him as he sipped his coffee and had to smile. "You just seemed..." She dabbed some croissant crumbs with her finger and then licked them off. "I don't know. With your wings out, just... lighter."
"Lighter." He tested the word out, his fingers drumming on his mug. It was definitely a relief to be in a place where he didn't have to pretend. He hadn't realized before how much it weighed on him until he'd had to go into the office on Tuesday, and act like his world hadn't been turned upside down. "Yes," he responded, nodding as a slow smile formed on his face. "I like that word. Lighter. I feel lighter now that my wings are metaphorically out. Literally. Figuratively. Any adverb. Is that what you're asking?"
"That's me," she offered up with a smile. "Diffusing the awkwardness of morning after conversation by testing the barriers of language." Her mug was empty now, so she moved past him and placed it in his sink. "I think you're gonna like letting your guard down. It's fun."
"Clearly." He smiled widely before he finished his coffee. "Would you like a ride back to the Mansion or do you want to spend time in the city? I'll probably head that way tonight if you want to go in later on. I have to make an appearance in my office, or I might get fired."
"Nah, I have some things to do." She didn't. But since she was already downtown, Cecilia figured she could find a way to use the time productively. More productively than a car ride that was sure to be awkward. "People to see, some medical stuff to check on." She pulled her phone out of her pocket and checked some missed texts. "A cost analysis report due Monday."
Warren shrugged, and placed his mug next to hers. "If you change your mind, let me know. I can also lend you my car to drove yourself back." He grinned. "I have other ways of getting myself places."
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