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xp_logsBobbi and Warren have a morning talk about future plans and present statuses.
Warren loved cuddling. And he loved it even more with a beautiful mutant. Laying in bed, completely naked, his wings doubling as a blanket, was luxurious.
Even more so than his gold embossed sheets.
"What do you want for 2017?," Warren asked Bobbi, looking down at their entwined hands. "I mean, I've already spent a small fortune on you, but I probably should ask you what you want in addition to what I think you want."
"Nothing. And I mean that," she replied from her position with her head nestled up against his shoulder, looking up from their hands for a second to demonstrate her seriousness. She knew that wasn't going to happen, what with Warren being Warren, but she hoped to minimize things as much as she could. Tracing her fingers over a nearby wing, she thought about it for another few seconds before turning to look up at him again.
"Wait, if you insist on doing something, then maybe a trip somewhere would be nice." Spending time together was something they could both appreciate, and if that's what they were doing then Bobbi wouldn't feel nearly as bad about the money he'd be spending on same.
Warren laughed. "What is it with you and travelling? You always want to go somewhere." Not that it really mattered. It was coming up to final quarter, and he had put off quite a few trips. One trip in particular he had slightly been dreading, but it was important for his FINAL PLAN. It always sounded like capitals in his mind when he thought about it. "Bobbi," he said, almost hesitatingly. "How do you feel about hostile takeovers?"
"I don't always want to go somewhere," she replied with a smirk, elbowing him lightly. Bobbi did love to travel, of course, but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction. She blinked at his question, unsure what to make of it. "That's not a euphemism, right? I know very little about actual hostile takeovers, but I guess it'd depend on who was doing the taking over on who. Whom. Whatever," she finished with a flourish of her hand.
Not exactly the answer he was looking for, but to be honest, he wasn't sure what that answer was. He made a non-commital noise, and leaned his head back on the pillow, closing his eyes while he tried to think of what to say. It wasn't like he didn't trust Bobbi -- they'd formed a kind of bond, one that he didn't want to jeopardize.
Still. He was cautious about what he wanted to share. Maybe being quiet was best.
Frowning at the noise he made, Bobbi turned around to face him, tugging the sheets up slightly in a minor attempt at modesty.
"Hey, what's wrong?" she gently prodded. "Business stuff bugging you? We don't have to go anywhere if you're busy, you know." She wasn't sure what was bugging him but going quiet was not a very Warren-esque thing to do.
Warren opened his eyes and looked at her directly. She wouldn't say anything. He was sure of it. "I'm planning on ousting my father."
"Oh," she started, realizing how serious Warren was being right now. Financial matters and corporate affairs were far from Bobbi's forté, but even she knew what something like that meant. It was right there in the word 'hostile,' after all.
"You know what's best, so if that's what you think you have to do then go for it, I suppose." She had no real advice to give, for she didn't know much about either the business aspect or the familial one, really. "And if there's anything you need from me to help, just say the word. I hope I don't have to say that but I'm saying it anyway." She didn't really know what she could do but the offer was always there.
Warren couldn't help but chuckle. "Honestly," he said, pulling her closer to him, "you can forget we even had this conversation, since that might come and bite you in the ass one day. But, I appreciate the offer." Pulling her close, he rested his chin on her head, mulling over her offer. After a few moments, he sighed. "You're a very genuine person, Bobbi. I think you're going to hate me one of these days. I'm too manipulative, I think. Nothing is straight forward for me, I'm afraid."
She placed one hand upon his chest as she was pulled in closer, lightly running it over him as she lay her head back on his shoulder. A raunchy quip about the biting remark came to Bobbi's mind, but she sensed this was a more serious discussion than she first thought.
"See," she started, tracing a 'B' on his chest, "there you go, manipulating me into not hating you, which is totally working, by the by." Finishing the 'B,' she started working on a 'W' next, idly pausing to consider straight a 'V' shape or a round 'U' shape. "Nothing is straight forward for anyone, really, but we all have to move forward at the end of the day, yeah?" She just wanted to do it together, she realized, as she finished her invisible tattoo with a heart shape.
It felt as cheesy as all get out as she thought about it, so then she stopped thinking about it, laying her hand flat on his bare chest.
Warren nodded, enjoying her ministrations. "At the risk of being rude by bringing up past relationships, Jean said the same thing and it took us a while to be friends again after I royally botched that one."
"Yeah, well, then we'll have to try hard not to botch this... one." That's what this was, after all, wasn't it? It was one of those. Bobbi swallowed, not looking up at Warren as the realization hit her, instead waiting to see whether he said in response.
It was hard not to freeze when he processed what she was saying. But really, was he surprised? They spent an embarrassing amount of time, usually texted first thing in the morning and last thing in the day.....It was just, well, Warren was terrible at dealing with anything that wasn't cut and dry. "Well," he finally answered slowly, "you just have to tell me what I can and can't do. I do well with boundaries in this, oddly enough."
"Really?" Bobbi was a little surprised to hear that. "I mean, I don't want to, you know. Tell you what to do, or not to do, or make rules. I'd just expect that we be honest with each other, and respect what we... what this is, I guess." She frowned and tilted her head to look over at him. "Does that make sense?"
"But I'll mess up," Warren stated firmly. "I know I will. In fact, I'm fairly certain I messed up two days ago, and I definitely messed up several times on the weekend. So I need to know exactly what your expectations are." He shifted in bed and cleared his throat. "Can we pretend this is an interview? Or maybe a performance evaluation? I deal well with those."
"Shouldn't I get dressed up for an interview?" She smirked at him, readjusting herself to a sitting position as he moved around, pulling the blanket up to cover her to maintain the same minimal amount modesty. "Alright, if that will help, then let's."
"Okay." Warren cleared his throat. "What are your expectations of this? Are there any deal breakers I should be aware of?"
"Well," she said, pushing some stray hair out of her eyes, "I suppose I'd start with the bigger things. Such as whether or not, um, this -" She pointed back and forth between them. "Is exclusive." Bobbi paused for a beat, trying to think of the right words. "Call me old fashioned or whatever, but that's what I'd prefer."
Warren nodded slowly. "So..like from right now right? Is there amnesty for past things?"
"Yeah, I mean, if we're only talking about it right now then you couldn't have known anything about it before, right? Both of us, I mean." Not that she really had anything she'd need amnesty for, but just to be fair, she figured. Bobbi rubbed her eyes and laid back down on her pillow. "I'm sounding weird now, aren't I? Did I just make this weird?"
Leaning over to her, he gave her a kiss on the forehead. "No, I'm the weird one who can't keep it in his pants. We both know we're talking about me, and not you. So. I will do my best. My absolute, one hundred percent best. I will try not to fuck up BY fucking someone, and I promise, I will only send you 'plz can we 3sum' texts when the other person is unbelievably superb." He paused. "Yeah. I can promise that."
She chuckled at that, swatting him gently. "I can't ask for anything more than that." Bobbi cuddled up closer to Warren, putting her head back on his shoulder. "And you can ask what you want from me as well, of course, to be fair." She didn't want to seem like this was all about her and trying to change him or whatnot, and as she thought that Bobbi hoped that wasn't what he was thinking.
Warren thought for a moment. "You're not the one that will mess up. And even if you do, with whatever definition you use, I will absolutely forgive you because ...well, I can't think of anything you could do that would make me not. Sex doesn't have the same attachment to me as it does most. It isn't a deal breaker....corporate espionage, on the other hand, that would not fly over so well."
"I have absolutely zero interest in corporate espionage, you can trust me on that," Bobbi said with a small grin. "Well. Unless it's part of the job, I suppose, but that will never be contrary to your interests. Espionage in general is a different story, you understand." She nodded solemnly, head still on his shoulder and looking down as she placed one hand on his chest. "The whole we-have-ways-of-making-you-talk kinda thing, that's sort of my bread and butter."
"So it's settled," Warren said, stealing a kiss. "As long as I don't sleep with anyone else, and you don't sell my secrets to the nearest tabloid or to the Russians, we should both be able to weather out this relationship until ...well, who knows. Maybe until you meet my parents."
"Just your typical, every day, garden variety romance, is what you're saying." She thought about it for a half second before nodding with a smirk. "Ok, I think it's worth a shot at least." Bobbi's smile faltered a little as the last part registered. "Wait, what was that about your parents again?"
Warren loved cuddling. And he loved it even more with a beautiful mutant. Laying in bed, completely naked, his wings doubling as a blanket, was luxurious.
Even more so than his gold embossed sheets.
"What do you want for 2017?," Warren asked Bobbi, looking down at their entwined hands. "I mean, I've already spent a small fortune on you, but I probably should ask you what you want in addition to what I think you want."
"Nothing. And I mean that," she replied from her position with her head nestled up against his shoulder, looking up from their hands for a second to demonstrate her seriousness. She knew that wasn't going to happen, what with Warren being Warren, but she hoped to minimize things as much as she could. Tracing her fingers over a nearby wing, she thought about it for another few seconds before turning to look up at him again.
"Wait, if you insist on doing something, then maybe a trip somewhere would be nice." Spending time together was something they could both appreciate, and if that's what they were doing then Bobbi wouldn't feel nearly as bad about the money he'd be spending on same.
Warren laughed. "What is it with you and travelling? You always want to go somewhere." Not that it really mattered. It was coming up to final quarter, and he had put off quite a few trips. One trip in particular he had slightly been dreading, but it was important for his FINAL PLAN. It always sounded like capitals in his mind when he thought about it. "Bobbi," he said, almost hesitatingly. "How do you feel about hostile takeovers?"
"I don't always want to go somewhere," she replied with a smirk, elbowing him lightly. Bobbi did love to travel, of course, but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction. She blinked at his question, unsure what to make of it. "That's not a euphemism, right? I know very little about actual hostile takeovers, but I guess it'd depend on who was doing the taking over on who. Whom. Whatever," she finished with a flourish of her hand.
Not exactly the answer he was looking for, but to be honest, he wasn't sure what that answer was. He made a non-commital noise, and leaned his head back on the pillow, closing his eyes while he tried to think of what to say. It wasn't like he didn't trust Bobbi -- they'd formed a kind of bond, one that he didn't want to jeopardize.
Still. He was cautious about what he wanted to share. Maybe being quiet was best.
Frowning at the noise he made, Bobbi turned around to face him, tugging the sheets up slightly in a minor attempt at modesty.
"Hey, what's wrong?" she gently prodded. "Business stuff bugging you? We don't have to go anywhere if you're busy, you know." She wasn't sure what was bugging him but going quiet was not a very Warren-esque thing to do.
Warren opened his eyes and looked at her directly. She wouldn't say anything. He was sure of it. "I'm planning on ousting my father."
"Oh," she started, realizing how serious Warren was being right now. Financial matters and corporate affairs were far from Bobbi's forté, but even she knew what something like that meant. It was right there in the word 'hostile,' after all.
"You know what's best, so if that's what you think you have to do then go for it, I suppose." She had no real advice to give, for she didn't know much about either the business aspect or the familial one, really. "And if there's anything you need from me to help, just say the word. I hope I don't have to say that but I'm saying it anyway." She didn't really know what she could do but the offer was always there.
Warren couldn't help but chuckle. "Honestly," he said, pulling her closer to him, "you can forget we even had this conversation, since that might come and bite you in the ass one day. But, I appreciate the offer." Pulling her close, he rested his chin on her head, mulling over her offer. After a few moments, he sighed. "You're a very genuine person, Bobbi. I think you're going to hate me one of these days. I'm too manipulative, I think. Nothing is straight forward for me, I'm afraid."
She placed one hand upon his chest as she was pulled in closer, lightly running it over him as she lay her head back on his shoulder. A raunchy quip about the biting remark came to Bobbi's mind, but she sensed this was a more serious discussion than she first thought.
"See," she started, tracing a 'B' on his chest, "there you go, manipulating me into not hating you, which is totally working, by the by." Finishing the 'B,' she started working on a 'W' next, idly pausing to consider straight a 'V' shape or a round 'U' shape. "Nothing is straight forward for anyone, really, but we all have to move forward at the end of the day, yeah?" She just wanted to do it together, she realized, as she finished her invisible tattoo with a heart shape.
It felt as cheesy as all get out as she thought about it, so then she stopped thinking about it, laying her hand flat on his bare chest.
Warren nodded, enjoying her ministrations. "At the risk of being rude by bringing up past relationships, Jean said the same thing and it took us a while to be friends again after I royally botched that one."
"Yeah, well, then we'll have to try hard not to botch this... one." That's what this was, after all, wasn't it? It was one of those. Bobbi swallowed, not looking up at Warren as the realization hit her, instead waiting to see whether he said in response.
It was hard not to freeze when he processed what she was saying. But really, was he surprised? They spent an embarrassing amount of time, usually texted first thing in the morning and last thing in the day.....It was just, well, Warren was terrible at dealing with anything that wasn't cut and dry. "Well," he finally answered slowly, "you just have to tell me what I can and can't do. I do well with boundaries in this, oddly enough."
"Really?" Bobbi was a little surprised to hear that. "I mean, I don't want to, you know. Tell you what to do, or not to do, or make rules. I'd just expect that we be honest with each other, and respect what we... what this is, I guess." She frowned and tilted her head to look over at him. "Does that make sense?"
"But I'll mess up," Warren stated firmly. "I know I will. In fact, I'm fairly certain I messed up two days ago, and I definitely messed up several times on the weekend. So I need to know exactly what your expectations are." He shifted in bed and cleared his throat. "Can we pretend this is an interview? Or maybe a performance evaluation? I deal well with those."
"Shouldn't I get dressed up for an interview?" She smirked at him, readjusting herself to a sitting position as he moved around, pulling the blanket up to cover her to maintain the same minimal amount modesty. "Alright, if that will help, then let's."
"Okay." Warren cleared his throat. "What are your expectations of this? Are there any deal breakers I should be aware of?"
"Well," she said, pushing some stray hair out of her eyes, "I suppose I'd start with the bigger things. Such as whether or not, um, this -" She pointed back and forth between them. "Is exclusive." Bobbi paused for a beat, trying to think of the right words. "Call me old fashioned or whatever, but that's what I'd prefer."
Warren nodded slowly. "So..like from right now right? Is there amnesty for past things?"
"Yeah, I mean, if we're only talking about it right now then you couldn't have known anything about it before, right? Both of us, I mean." Not that she really had anything she'd need amnesty for, but just to be fair, she figured. Bobbi rubbed her eyes and laid back down on her pillow. "I'm sounding weird now, aren't I? Did I just make this weird?"
Leaning over to her, he gave her a kiss on the forehead. "No, I'm the weird one who can't keep it in his pants. We both know we're talking about me, and not you. So. I will do my best. My absolute, one hundred percent best. I will try not to fuck up BY fucking someone, and I promise, I will only send you 'plz can we 3sum' texts when the other person is unbelievably superb." He paused. "Yeah. I can promise that."
She chuckled at that, swatting him gently. "I can't ask for anything more than that." Bobbi cuddled up closer to Warren, putting her head back on his shoulder. "And you can ask what you want from me as well, of course, to be fair." She didn't want to seem like this was all about her and trying to change him or whatnot, and as she thought that Bobbi hoped that wasn't what he was thinking.
Warren thought for a moment. "You're not the one that will mess up. And even if you do, with whatever definition you use, I will absolutely forgive you because ...well, I can't think of anything you could do that would make me not. Sex doesn't have the same attachment to me as it does most. It isn't a deal breaker....corporate espionage, on the other hand, that would not fly over so well."
"I have absolutely zero interest in corporate espionage, you can trust me on that," Bobbi said with a small grin. "Well. Unless it's part of the job, I suppose, but that will never be contrary to your interests. Espionage in general is a different story, you understand." She nodded solemnly, head still on his shoulder and looking down as she placed one hand on his chest. "The whole we-have-ways-of-making-you-talk kinda thing, that's sort of my bread and butter."
"So it's settled," Warren said, stealing a kiss. "As long as I don't sleep with anyone else, and you don't sell my secrets to the nearest tabloid or to the Russians, we should both be able to weather out this relationship until ...well, who knows. Maybe until you meet my parents."
"Just your typical, every day, garden variety romance, is what you're saying." She thought about it for a half second before nodding with a smirk. "Ok, I think it's worth a shot at least." Bobbi's smile faltered a little as the last part registered. "Wait, what was that about your parents again?"
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Date: 2017-05-09 02:09 pm (UTC)