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xp_logsWarren joins the long line of Mel’s questionable decisions.
One would think it would be impossible to be bored living in a giant mansion, but somehow Mel had managed. That’s how she found herself at XFI. It was supposed to be a surprise visit (she’d baked cookies, that’s how bored she was) but Jay was nowhere to be found.
Sighing, she swiveled in his chair aimlessly. The cookies sat forlornly in a bag on the desk. Maybe Mel should’ve texted him beforehand.
It wasn't often that the office was completely empty and to be honest, it wasn't supposed to be. Warren had agreed to stay in the office for the day because all his work was on his laptop anyways, but at some point he spilled coffee on himself and had to go upstairs to change. Thankfully, there was a drycleaner right next door, which was incredibly convenient. What wasn't convenient is that when Jay and Warren had cleaned out the upstairs apartment, he'd gotten rid of the majority of his clothes and hadn't replaced them yet. This meant he had to go downstairs in a (shudder) t-shirt and a pair of tight jeans and look very much inappropriate for work. As he was coming down the stairs, he heard a chair swiveling so he assumed there was a worker there finally. Hoping for Q, he called out as he walked in.
"I don't own underwear here. Be a good minion and go get some for me. Large, breathable, boxer briefs. Nothing ridiculous."
And then he saw, instead, it was a beautiful brunette.
"Oh. You're not a minion..... but if you want to buy me underwear, please do."
Mel looked up from her phone and then averted her eyes up further, a blush creeping up her neck. “Ah, you must be Mr. Worthington.”
"Indeed," he responded, coming close to shake her hand. If there was one thing that could be said about Warren, he had a great handshake. Years of perfecting it. "I have not had the privilege of meeting you yet. Are you needing assistance? Anything I can do?" He smiled deeply, dimples showing. "And please -- call me Warren. Everyone else does. It woudn't be fair to exclude you."
“Well, I was gonna visit my brothers, but I guess they ain’t around.” Mel took his hand and shook it. “I’m Mel. It’s nice to meet ya, Warren.” She could feel her face getting hot. He was very handsome, and were those abs peeking through his shi-?
She smacked herself internally. This was Jay and Sam’s boss, pull yourself together Melody!
"Brothers? .... oh! Jay and Sam? That's the only brother duo I have working for me right now. You must be their younger, far more attractive sister." Another smile and he let go of her hand, a tad slower than he would had it been a male hand. "I understand there are many of you Guthries around." The fact that Warren knew this was impressive. Had Warren even bothered to ask Jay anything about himself at all? He didn't think so. "What brings you to New York?"
Mel refused to let the compliment register. “Oh- um, most folks back home don’t take too kindly to mutants, so I live here now.” It felt weird to say it. Living in New York. Most mornings she still got up ready to wake Lizzie and Joelle, only to be greeted by an empty room. “In the big house? With Sam, Jay, an’ my sister Paige.”
"Another sister?" Interesting. He filed that away and focused on Mel. She was the one in front of him after all. "Oh you're in the mansion then. I'm there occasionally. I have a guest suite, but I don't stay there often. It's really more of a place where I nap, or conversely, have insomnia. There's always someone around to chat with so I like being there when I can't sleep." He looked at her, and gave her a very slow look over, purposefully letting a small, gentle smile cross his face. "It's fascinating. You and your brothers all look so different and yet now that I am properly looking at you, I can see the similarities as well. Is the personality the same? Are you as bristly as Jay or as righteous as Sam? Who is Mel? I would love to know."
Jay certainly wasn’t bristly, quiet maybe, so she reckoned Warren had got them mixed up. Mel raised an eyebrow, attempting to deflect the fact she was likely bright red. They weren’t kidding when they said Warren was a flirt. “Er- neither, I reckon. I can bake?” She gestured to the bag in front of her. “You want a cookie?”
Warren nodded, even though he was sure it wouldn't be as good as his. Coming closer to her, he reached into the bag, and pulled one out, before taking a small bite, purposefully leaving a crumb on the side of his mouth. "Oops," he said, reaching up to brush it into his mouth. "I'm not normally a messy eater but chocolate chip -- who can resist that?" It wasn't bad either, which helped. "Seems like you have many talents. What else are you good at?" His eyes flickered down to her lips before meeting her eyes again. "You seem like someone with a lot of ...hidden... talents."
Mel knew the look on Warren’s face. It was familiar, one that many guys had given her before. After a moment of deliberation, she made a decision, and looked right back at him with interest. To hell with it. “I’ve picked up a thing or two over the years.” Mel leaned forward and let her voice drop into something more inviting. “Though I’m sure you have plenty you could show me.” She held his gaze... maybe her reputation back home had been a bit deserved.
He raised an eyebrow and grinned, licking his fingers clean of the cookie he'd just demolished. "Oh I'm sure I could... if you're legal and willing, that is." Had to get that out of the way. "I've never coerced anyone before and I'm not about to start now...but I do promise you an amazing time, and gold threaded bedsheets."
“Well ain’t you a gentleman,” she said with a teasing lilt. “An’ it’s yes to both, though yer makin’ some awfully big promises.”
"I'm a billionaire," he responded, leaning in close, his finger resting on her chin as he lightly lifted her face. "Everything I do is big...including my bed, so why don't we head upstairs and you can see what you've been missing your whole life?" He brushed his lips on hers, slowly, before pressing a more firm kiss.
Mel hummed into it, letting herself be kissed, kissing back. She broke off and smiled against his lips. “Let’s go Warren, show me what ya got.”
~*~*~*~*~*
Warren was not a passive lover, never had been. When he made love, he made sure you never wanted anyone more than him.
But damn .... he forgot how energetic 20 year olds were.
His shirt, which he hadn't taken off since he wasn't 100% sure if she even knew her brothers were mutants or her opinion on it, was sticking to him and he felt oddly sweaty. Rolling on his back, he reached for a water bottle that he had on the side of the nightstand. "Well. You're now officially my favourite Guthrie." He offered her the bottle, and another kiss, this time a kiss that clearly stated he'd been inside her.
Mel made a noise of appreciation, mental facilities not quite online yet. Holy shit. If that was sex, what the hell had she been having before?
As she accepted the bottle, Mel noticed that she was glowing faintly. “Mm… That’s new.” She didn’t know she could do it without flying.
Warren glanced over and his eyes widened. "You're a mutant?" He grinned widely. "Oh thank fuck, I was sweating in this shirt."
He sat up and quickly stripped fully, harness as well. Turning to face her, he stretched his wings out slightly, enough to get the stiffness out.
"Sorry, for obvious reasons and as a very public figure, I am careful as to who sees me topless."
“Damn.” Whether it was aimed towards his abs (which were as delicious to look at as to feel up) or the wings she didn’t elaborate. They were beautiful, white and even larger than Jay’s.
At the thought of her brother Mel groaned and put her hands over her face as the reality of the situation hit. “Fuck.. I can’t believe I did this. Yer his boss.”
He was trailing a pattern on her glowing arm, amused by the colour. "Hm? You'll have to elaborate. I'm many people's boss"
“Jay’s! An’ Sam’s! Oh my God.” Mel got up and searched for her clothes, swearing under her breath. “Fuck, fuck, oh my God.” What the hell was wrong with her?
Warren truly had no idea why she was panicking so much but he wasn't about to worry. "Mel, they're adults and so are you. Make your choices the way you want. Why rush out of here when we could see what else glows?" He spread his wings out fully, and gave her a look. "Come back to bed. Future Mel will be too sexually satisfied to argue and also, who is going to know? I don't talk to them other than to order them around. I'm not about to tell them I know you have back dimples. "
She paused attempting to hop into her jeans and threaded a hand through her hair. “You don’ get it, Sam’s literally gonna murder you if he finds out, oh my God… He’s gonna murder me. Holy shit.”
"I don't know why you're a) assuming he could actually harm me because no, that's a joke. I will destroy him if need be. Physically, emotionally, spiritually, financially...... And b) how will he find out? I'm not saying anything, you're not saying anything and again -- you are an adult. Letting him take any ownership of your decisions just perpetuates toxic masculinity and is actually making me concerned for you. Do you need anything? He isn't trying to control you is he?"
“Jesus Christ, no- nothin’ like that!” Mel gave up on her pants and sunk back onto the bed. “Oh my- He’s jus’ overprotective! ‘Specially with my.. history.” She covered her face with her hands again. Nice going Melody. “I’m jus’ gonna stop talking now, oh my God.”
Warren pulled her into his arms and rubbed his face in her hair. "Talk all you want. I'm a great listener because I don't pay any attention to things that don't involve me. But if you want to be distracted...well, I have nowhere I need to be and you're in my bed."
“Distraction, please.” As mortifying as this whole situation was becoming, Warren was very talented and she might as well enjoy herself. In for a penny and all that.
One would think it would be impossible to be bored living in a giant mansion, but somehow Mel had managed. That’s how she found herself at XFI. It was supposed to be a surprise visit (she’d baked cookies, that’s how bored she was) but Jay was nowhere to be found.
Sighing, she swiveled in his chair aimlessly. The cookies sat forlornly in a bag on the desk. Maybe Mel should’ve texted him beforehand.
It wasn't often that the office was completely empty and to be honest, it wasn't supposed to be. Warren had agreed to stay in the office for the day because all his work was on his laptop anyways, but at some point he spilled coffee on himself and had to go upstairs to change. Thankfully, there was a drycleaner right next door, which was incredibly convenient. What wasn't convenient is that when Jay and Warren had cleaned out the upstairs apartment, he'd gotten rid of the majority of his clothes and hadn't replaced them yet. This meant he had to go downstairs in a (shudder) t-shirt and a pair of tight jeans and look very much inappropriate for work. As he was coming down the stairs, he heard a chair swiveling so he assumed there was a worker there finally. Hoping for Q, he called out as he walked in.
"I don't own underwear here. Be a good minion and go get some for me. Large, breathable, boxer briefs. Nothing ridiculous."
And then he saw, instead, it was a beautiful brunette.
"Oh. You're not a minion..... but if you want to buy me underwear, please do."
Mel looked up from her phone and then averted her eyes up further, a blush creeping up her neck. “Ah, you must be Mr. Worthington.”
"Indeed," he responded, coming close to shake her hand. If there was one thing that could be said about Warren, he had a great handshake. Years of perfecting it. "I have not had the privilege of meeting you yet. Are you needing assistance? Anything I can do?" He smiled deeply, dimples showing. "And please -- call me Warren. Everyone else does. It woudn't be fair to exclude you."
“Well, I was gonna visit my brothers, but I guess they ain’t around.” Mel took his hand and shook it. “I’m Mel. It’s nice to meet ya, Warren.” She could feel her face getting hot. He was very handsome, and were those abs peeking through his shi-?
She smacked herself internally. This was Jay and Sam’s boss, pull yourself together Melody!
"Brothers? .... oh! Jay and Sam? That's the only brother duo I have working for me right now. You must be their younger, far more attractive sister." Another smile and he let go of her hand, a tad slower than he would had it been a male hand. "I understand there are many of you Guthries around." The fact that Warren knew this was impressive. Had Warren even bothered to ask Jay anything about himself at all? He didn't think so. "What brings you to New York?"
Mel refused to let the compliment register. “Oh- um, most folks back home don’t take too kindly to mutants, so I live here now.” It felt weird to say it. Living in New York. Most mornings she still got up ready to wake Lizzie and Joelle, only to be greeted by an empty room. “In the big house? With Sam, Jay, an’ my sister Paige.”
"Another sister?" Interesting. He filed that away and focused on Mel. She was the one in front of him after all. "Oh you're in the mansion then. I'm there occasionally. I have a guest suite, but I don't stay there often. It's really more of a place where I nap, or conversely, have insomnia. There's always someone around to chat with so I like being there when I can't sleep." He looked at her, and gave her a very slow look over, purposefully letting a small, gentle smile cross his face. "It's fascinating. You and your brothers all look so different and yet now that I am properly looking at you, I can see the similarities as well. Is the personality the same? Are you as bristly as Jay or as righteous as Sam? Who is Mel? I would love to know."
Jay certainly wasn’t bristly, quiet maybe, so she reckoned Warren had got them mixed up. Mel raised an eyebrow, attempting to deflect the fact she was likely bright red. They weren’t kidding when they said Warren was a flirt. “Er- neither, I reckon. I can bake?” She gestured to the bag in front of her. “You want a cookie?”
Warren nodded, even though he was sure it wouldn't be as good as his. Coming closer to her, he reached into the bag, and pulled one out, before taking a small bite, purposefully leaving a crumb on the side of his mouth. "Oops," he said, reaching up to brush it into his mouth. "I'm not normally a messy eater but chocolate chip -- who can resist that?" It wasn't bad either, which helped. "Seems like you have many talents. What else are you good at?" His eyes flickered down to her lips before meeting her eyes again. "You seem like someone with a lot of ...hidden... talents."
Mel knew the look on Warren’s face. It was familiar, one that many guys had given her before. After a moment of deliberation, she made a decision, and looked right back at him with interest. To hell with it. “I’ve picked up a thing or two over the years.” Mel leaned forward and let her voice drop into something more inviting. “Though I’m sure you have plenty you could show me.” She held his gaze... maybe her reputation back home had been a bit deserved.
He raised an eyebrow and grinned, licking his fingers clean of the cookie he'd just demolished. "Oh I'm sure I could... if you're legal and willing, that is." Had to get that out of the way. "I've never coerced anyone before and I'm not about to start now...but I do promise you an amazing time, and gold threaded bedsheets."
“Well ain’t you a gentleman,” she said with a teasing lilt. “An’ it’s yes to both, though yer makin’ some awfully big promises.”
"I'm a billionaire," he responded, leaning in close, his finger resting on her chin as he lightly lifted her face. "Everything I do is big...including my bed, so why don't we head upstairs and you can see what you've been missing your whole life?" He brushed his lips on hers, slowly, before pressing a more firm kiss.
Mel hummed into it, letting herself be kissed, kissing back. She broke off and smiled against his lips. “Let’s go Warren, show me what ya got.”
~*~*~*~*~*
Warren was not a passive lover, never had been. When he made love, he made sure you never wanted anyone more than him.
But damn .... he forgot how energetic 20 year olds were.
His shirt, which he hadn't taken off since he wasn't 100% sure if she even knew her brothers were mutants or her opinion on it, was sticking to him and he felt oddly sweaty. Rolling on his back, he reached for a water bottle that he had on the side of the nightstand. "Well. You're now officially my favourite Guthrie." He offered her the bottle, and another kiss, this time a kiss that clearly stated he'd been inside her.
Mel made a noise of appreciation, mental facilities not quite online yet. Holy shit. If that was sex, what the hell had she been having before?
As she accepted the bottle, Mel noticed that she was glowing faintly. “Mm… That’s new.” She didn’t know she could do it without flying.
Warren glanced over and his eyes widened. "You're a mutant?" He grinned widely. "Oh thank fuck, I was sweating in this shirt."
He sat up and quickly stripped fully, harness as well. Turning to face her, he stretched his wings out slightly, enough to get the stiffness out.
"Sorry, for obvious reasons and as a very public figure, I am careful as to who sees me topless."
“Damn.” Whether it was aimed towards his abs (which were as delicious to look at as to feel up) or the wings she didn’t elaborate. They were beautiful, white and even larger than Jay’s.
At the thought of her brother Mel groaned and put her hands over her face as the reality of the situation hit. “Fuck.. I can’t believe I did this. Yer his boss.”
He was trailing a pattern on her glowing arm, amused by the colour. "Hm? You'll have to elaborate. I'm many people's boss"
“Jay’s! An’ Sam’s! Oh my God.” Mel got up and searched for her clothes, swearing under her breath. “Fuck, fuck, oh my God.” What the hell was wrong with her?
Warren truly had no idea why she was panicking so much but he wasn't about to worry. "Mel, they're adults and so are you. Make your choices the way you want. Why rush out of here when we could see what else glows?" He spread his wings out fully, and gave her a look. "Come back to bed. Future Mel will be too sexually satisfied to argue and also, who is going to know? I don't talk to them other than to order them around. I'm not about to tell them I know you have back dimples. "
She paused attempting to hop into her jeans and threaded a hand through her hair. “You don’ get it, Sam’s literally gonna murder you if he finds out, oh my God… He’s gonna murder me. Holy shit.”
"I don't know why you're a) assuming he could actually harm me because no, that's a joke. I will destroy him if need be. Physically, emotionally, spiritually, financially...... And b) how will he find out? I'm not saying anything, you're not saying anything and again -- you are an adult. Letting him take any ownership of your decisions just perpetuates toxic masculinity and is actually making me concerned for you. Do you need anything? He isn't trying to control you is he?"
“Jesus Christ, no- nothin’ like that!” Mel gave up on her pants and sunk back onto the bed. “Oh my- He’s jus’ overprotective! ‘Specially with my.. history.” She covered her face with her hands again. Nice going Melody. “I’m jus’ gonna stop talking now, oh my God.”
Warren pulled her into his arms and rubbed his face in her hair. "Talk all you want. I'm a great listener because I don't pay any attention to things that don't involve me. But if you want to be distracted...well, I have nowhere I need to be and you're in my bed."
“Distraction, please.” As mortifying as this whole situation was becoming, Warren was very talented and she might as well enjoy herself. In for a penny and all that.
