xp_logs | Warren and Felicia; Fort Awesome (backdated)

Warren finally gets back from travelling for work, Felicia makes good on her promise.

Building the fort hadn't taken all that much effort, overall. Her king size canopy bed provided a large, solid base, easily covered with layers of flat sheets, half bolts of fabric she used for photo shoot backgrounds, and a couple of throws making up a sort of door. Pillows and a down comforter made a comfortable nest inside, and Felicia had even managed to thread a set of copper string lights around the top bars of the bed, giving the whole thing a warm, twinkling glow.

It was almost romantic. Felicia laughed to herself, pulling on a wide necked t-shirt, oversized and thin from so many washes, and smoothed it down to where it almost covered the hem of her sleeping shorts. "Now where are my socks?"

Warren barely lifted his head from its position on the bed. Over two weeks of non stop travelling when all he wanted to do was stop. He hadn't realized how solitary his life was prior to being at the Mansion. It was weird.

"I think they're under the bed," he said, rubbing his eyes. "And did I really doze off there as you undressed? I demand a replay. The mind is willing but the body is weak."

Felicia hummed, doubling over to look. She squinted, poking around, and retrieved an overly large pair of slipper socks with a quiet cheer under her breath, before diving through the small part that made the fort entrance. "Apparently so, kitten," she replied, somehow still half on his "side" despite the large size of the bed, and lifted her feet in the air, one at a time, to pull on her prize. "No replays, one time offer, take it up with your weak body."

He rolled a little on his side and watched as she put her socks on. Yawning, he blinked a few times. "You have your withering uterus, I have my broken down body. Living out of a suitcase is getting more and more exhausting. Good thing I have you to keep me young and to take care of me. When's the sponge bath scheduled?"

"Soon as you convince Miles," Felicia said cheerfully, wiggling her toes. "Mmm, socks." She reached over and gave his hair a soft pet, contrary to her dismissive words, her thumb brushing against his temple. "Sorry work sucked."

He closed his eyes again and enjoyed the touch. "Work is money," he said dismissively. Reaching up, he took her hand and placed a kiss on her palm before opening his eyes again. "So enough about that. Your room is amazing as I knew it would be. How are you doing here?"

Felicia shrugged, but with a certain amount of sympathy, and took her hand back to wring lightly with it's partner in her lap as she thought. "It's..." she started, then fell into silence. She tried again. "It's pretty good. I've never lived with anyone else, never mind this many people, and I sort of hate it. But there's lots to do, you're right, this room is glorious, and apparently I've... made friends?"

Warren had to laugh at what she said. "I know, right? The friends thing is what gets me.". He sat up and stretched a little, keeping his wings tight against his back. Platonic cuddling sleepovers definitely required his built-in duvet. Stretching out his legs, he grinned. "Before this, I think all I had were business contacts and socialites in my phone. Now, I have people I can trust and rely on and talk to. It's a strange feeling. I don't know how I ended up with Miles, but damn if that boy hasn't grown on me."

"You be good to him, he's adorable and I'm only letting you keep him because I think he might make you slightly less douche-y. Seriously, he's way too good for you," Felicia said, her words softened by her playful grin as she rolled over to bat at him, a blonde curl falling over one of her eyes. "But I get you. I haven't enjoyed the company of other people like this in a while. Only time will tell if they all turn out to be assholes, but it's nice for now."

"Aren't you lucky then," he said, wrapping the stray curl around his index finger and stroking it with his thumb. "You already know I'm an asshole, so there's no surprises there.". His cheeky grin smoothed into a gentler smile. "It is nice to have you around again. I've missed this," Warren confessed. "For a long time, you were the only one I could trust."

Felicia laughed and pressed to tip of her index finger to the side of her nose. "Exactly. No surprises," she repeated, then reached over to tap his nose in turn. "Me too. Thanks for not being all weird about me disappearing for a while. I was worried we wouldn't... It's nice we could just pick this up again."

Warren nuzzled his way into her side and draped his arm around her waist. "We're fine," he said, confirming what he assumed was going through her head. "Our lives aren't our own. That's how it goes. So you had to go to la belle province for who knows what for a year or so. And you didn't tell me the second you landed. You want to know the truth?". He maneuvered his head so he could look right at her. "I barely noticed. As usual, I was wrapped up with my own self, and that's all I can say. Now, after being here for a few months, I can honestly say friendship has gone up in priority. If you hadn't shown up here, I was tempted to go to France myself."

He wondered if all this honesty was going to come back and haunt him but he valued the truth.

Shocked into overwhelmed silence, Felicia burrowed her nose into his shoulder to keep from having to reply. She let herself breathe in the familiar mix of cologne and Warren for a moment, blinking at the misty persuasion her eyes had taken on, before drawing back a touch. "...thank you," Felicia finally managed, taking a breath to continue, haltingly. "My trip was productive but. Lonely. It means a lot that I was... missed."

His hand stroked her back as he relaxed some more. There was something to be said to not hiding anything, even if it was an uncomfortable feeling. This evening was becoming too serious. "Well of course you were missed, querida. No one else is as bendy as you. And that thing you do with your leg and the arm and the... " He trailed off. "Sonnets should be written about that."

"It'll have to be someone you hire. I doubt you're any better at iambic pentameter than I am..." Felicia replied, laughing into his skin. "Father, thanks for all those gymnast classes, they have come in handy during all the sex I'm having. Have you met my rich friend Warren..." she paused, then whined in frustration. "Ugh, I give up, something-something, I've seen his penis quite a few times, considering, something-something, then a rhyme with having. PS you can't kill him because you're already dead."

Warren raised his eyebrows and grinned. "A poet you are not, but yes, let's praise the gymnastics classes." Tugging at her arm, he pulled her down, rolling slightly so he had her body trapped with his. "How's your wrestling skills?"

Felicia groaned, not at all sexy. "Was this yet another ploy to see my tits, Worthington? No means no," she said, shark grin wide. Her abdomen tensed as she brought her knees up, bottoms of her feet flat on the bed. "Especially when I know where you're ticklish."

He narrowed his eyes, a smirk tugging playfully at his lips. "And I know yours. It appears we are at an impasse. How do you propose to end it?"

Her grin faded into a mean smile, eyes sparkling wickedly. "Easy," she finally said. There was a flurry of movement as Felicia used her the leverage of her braced feet to pop up her pelvis, pitching Warren forward, his hands coming to either side of her to brace himself. Her clasped hands hit the inside of his elbow and he tipped to the side, helped along by her quick roll in the same direction.

She brought them fully around, now on top with his legs around her waist. "Like that."

Struggling a little bit, he managed to lift his shoulder up enough to stretch out his wings. Wrapping them around her easily, he grinned. "I have you exactly where I want you. So I think I win this round."

"Hardys never lose!" Felicia called back, laughing, as she wiggled in the feathers, struck not for the first time at the irony that her closest friend had them. "You're the worst. I'd forgotten how soft these were. And how you are the mouthiest bottom."

"Blah blah blah," he responded, trying not to laugh. Her movements were tickling his wings. "Now stop moving.... unless we'e heading out of platonic sleepover and going right into adult fun times." He threw in an eyebrow waggle for good measure.

Felicia stuck out her tongue but stilled, only her cheek absently rubbing against a patch of his alula feathers in tiny movements. "No means no," she repeated with a fond smile. "But I appreciate your tenacity."

Sitting up suddenly, he gave her a kiss on her nose. "Wouldn't be me if I didn't try. Now what horrible movie are you going to force me to fall asleep to?" Warren stifled a yawn.

"Why do you keeping asking questions to which you already know the answer?" Felicia replied, already pressing play on the laptop she had pulled out, beginning the acapella rendition of Universal's theme music.