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Mel and Warren - High flying delight
**back dated to April 2**
A random outing without sex? Warren and Mel enjoy the sights above New York, fully clothed.
It was fairly early, but Warren was used to really weird hours. With how his business was so international, and because he was lazy, he tended to do a lot of remote meetings with video conferencing so he slept when he felt like it. Today for instance, he had been up since 4am on a call in Switzerland. That meant that by the time he met Mel at the elevator of the Empire State Building, he was already highly caffeinated and running on a few hours of sleep.
It wasn't hard to get them to open the building before the tours at 8 am. Money eased everything, and since Warren remembered Jay being all impressed by WI's paltry size, he thought bigger was better and asked Mel to meet him there.
"Pretty great view, hey," he said, once they stepped onto the open air observation deck. "Bright and private.... we have a few hours up here so it's up to you what you'd like to do. Sit, talk, make out, fly....your choice."
“Wow.” The view was great, better even, first rays of the sunrise illuminating the city that never slept. Mel knew it was silly, she’d been up way higher than this flying, but being on top of a building this tall made her twitchy.
She turned to Warren. “Can we fly? Will people not.. see?” Making out was tempting, but Mel wanted to bathe in this sky.
Warren laughed. "Can you see people down there?," he asked, motioning to the very very far away land of the sidewalk and road. "No one will see us. If you want to go, go for it. I can carry you too, whatever works." Warren never saw a reason to wear a shirt when he had his wings out, so he quickly stripped it off. He didn't mind carrying his shirt and halter. "But I mean, after you, of course. Ladies first in all ways."
“Alright then.” Taking a breath, Mel floated up and over the silver fence that separated the deck from the sky, lit up gold. She grinned down at Warren, barely noticing the chill. “This is so cool.”
"What's cool is all these flyers around," Warren replied, taking off and meeting her in the air. Although his wings were powerful enough to keep him in one spot, it was easier if he actually flew. "I always had to go out on my own. Gets lonely a bit, but I need to fly regularly. Work out my wings. I don't want them to be in poor condition." His face sobered up a little. "Like your brother's. Has he mentioned how they are now? I made him strip once, I don't think either of us are keen to repeat that."
“Oh- um, I dunno. We don’t really talk ‘bout that stuff,” Mel said, somewhat guiltily. She wanted to, but didn’t know how to bring it up. Not wanting to bring down the mood or stay on the topic, she asked, “D’you wanna loop around for a bit? S’beautiful up here.”
Warren was rarely caught off guard but this did. "Yeah, sure, but what do you mean you don't talk to your brother about that stuff? I thought you guys were all gung-ho family, sharing everything while singing Kumbaya or whatever. How do you not talk about something to integral and important like his health?"
Mel gave Warren a look at that. “He- Jay’s private. He don’t like me worryin’ much.” Not that it stopped her. “But if there was anythin’ serious goin’ on, he’d tell me.” The last part sounded uncertain even to her ears.
"So let me get this straight -- he can be private and do what he wants, without you prying. You, on the other hand, can't do what you want without both Jay AND Sam prying. Got it."
“It’s- it ain’t like that. I pry plenty, they’re just protective.. ‘specially cause, yknow.” She gestured at him.
"No," he responded flatly, "I don't know. I see a beautiful, strong, intelligent woman who knows what she wants and goes for it. I don't see why they need to be protective when it causes more harm than good."
Mel knew he knew damm well why anyone, not just her family, would be skeptical of what they did. Sighing, she stopped their flight to hover and turn to Warren properly. “Listen, if they keep givin’ you a hard time and you don’ wanna do this anymore, just tell me. I won’t be offended, I get it.” Though she would really rather not have that conversation floating somewhere above Manhattan.
Warren cocked an eyebrow, amused. "Oh Melody -- I do what I want with who I want. I don't worry about stupid little things like opinions of others, especially that of your brothers. What do I care? We're having fun until we're not. I've only loved one woman in my life -- two if you count Fi but everyone loves Fi -- and that won't change any time soon. When you want to stop this, we do so amicably, and friendly. When you want to do this, we do this if I'm available. I'm not interested in letting your brothers run my life like they seem to do with yours."
“Okay, great. Perfect. Then why are we even havin’ this conversation? An’ they don’ ‘run my life’, they just worry.” It was much too early, even for Mel, to try and explain her family’s history and why they had every right to worry. “It’s my shit an’ I deal with it. This and them.”
"Because I have an uncanny ability to annoy people, and know exactly why they're annoyed at me," Warren responded. "If you say you're good, then we're good. Wanna see if I can beat you back to the statue?"
“Yeah, sure- as long as yer prepared to lose.” Mel wasn’t sure how confident she should actually be in that statement, but if she could be anything, it was cocky.
He had to laugh at that. "I only lose if it's worth my while. I can be persuaded to fly slower if there's something I'll get at the end of it." He gave her a wink. "I'm also prepared to be lavished with praise when I win too. Which is it going to be, Melody?"
“M’sure there’s plenty of ways I could compensate you for yer gracious defeat,” Mel grinned. “An’ many things you could do to congratulate me on my victory.”
"And oddly enough, they all involve my tongue." He flew close enough to pop her a quick kiss and gave her a grin. "Last one there gets to hit random on urban dictionary, and we try that pose out."
“Yer on,” Mel said- and then she shot off towards the tower before Warren could get another word in. If she was going to win, might as well let it be by a wide margin.
A random outing without sex? Warren and Mel enjoy the sights above New York, fully clothed.
It was fairly early, but Warren was used to really weird hours. With how his business was so international, and because he was lazy, he tended to do a lot of remote meetings with video conferencing so he slept when he felt like it. Today for instance, he had been up since 4am on a call in Switzerland. That meant that by the time he met Mel at the elevator of the Empire State Building, he was already highly caffeinated and running on a few hours of sleep.
It wasn't hard to get them to open the building before the tours at 8 am. Money eased everything, and since Warren remembered Jay being all impressed by WI's paltry size, he thought bigger was better and asked Mel to meet him there.
"Pretty great view, hey," he said, once they stepped onto the open air observation deck. "Bright and private.... we have a few hours up here so it's up to you what you'd like to do. Sit, talk, make out, fly....your choice."
“Wow.” The view was great, better even, first rays of the sunrise illuminating the city that never slept. Mel knew it was silly, she’d been up way higher than this flying, but being on top of a building this tall made her twitchy.
She turned to Warren. “Can we fly? Will people not.. see?” Making out was tempting, but Mel wanted to bathe in this sky.
Warren laughed. "Can you see people down there?," he asked, motioning to the very very far away land of the sidewalk and road. "No one will see us. If you want to go, go for it. I can carry you too, whatever works." Warren never saw a reason to wear a shirt when he had his wings out, so he quickly stripped it off. He didn't mind carrying his shirt and halter. "But I mean, after you, of course. Ladies first in all ways."
“Alright then.” Taking a breath, Mel floated up and over the silver fence that separated the deck from the sky, lit up gold. She grinned down at Warren, barely noticing the chill. “This is so cool.”
"What's cool is all these flyers around," Warren replied, taking off and meeting her in the air. Although his wings were powerful enough to keep him in one spot, it was easier if he actually flew. "I always had to go out on my own. Gets lonely a bit, but I need to fly regularly. Work out my wings. I don't want them to be in poor condition." His face sobered up a little. "Like your brother's. Has he mentioned how they are now? I made him strip once, I don't think either of us are keen to repeat that."
“Oh- um, I dunno. We don’t really talk ‘bout that stuff,” Mel said, somewhat guiltily. She wanted to, but didn’t know how to bring it up. Not wanting to bring down the mood or stay on the topic, she asked, “D’you wanna loop around for a bit? S’beautiful up here.”
Warren was rarely caught off guard but this did. "Yeah, sure, but what do you mean you don't talk to your brother about that stuff? I thought you guys were all gung-ho family, sharing everything while singing Kumbaya or whatever. How do you not talk about something to integral and important like his health?"
Mel gave Warren a look at that. “He- Jay’s private. He don’t like me worryin’ much.” Not that it stopped her. “But if there was anythin’ serious goin’ on, he’d tell me.” The last part sounded uncertain even to her ears.
"So let me get this straight -- he can be private and do what he wants, without you prying. You, on the other hand, can't do what you want without both Jay AND Sam prying. Got it."
“It’s- it ain’t like that. I pry plenty, they’re just protective.. ‘specially cause, yknow.” She gestured at him.
"No," he responded flatly, "I don't know. I see a beautiful, strong, intelligent woman who knows what she wants and goes for it. I don't see why they need to be protective when it causes more harm than good."
Mel knew he knew damm well why anyone, not just her family, would be skeptical of what they did. Sighing, she stopped their flight to hover and turn to Warren properly. “Listen, if they keep givin’ you a hard time and you don’ wanna do this anymore, just tell me. I won’t be offended, I get it.” Though she would really rather not have that conversation floating somewhere above Manhattan.
Warren cocked an eyebrow, amused. "Oh Melody -- I do what I want with who I want. I don't worry about stupid little things like opinions of others, especially that of your brothers. What do I care? We're having fun until we're not. I've only loved one woman in my life -- two if you count Fi but everyone loves Fi -- and that won't change any time soon. When you want to stop this, we do so amicably, and friendly. When you want to do this, we do this if I'm available. I'm not interested in letting your brothers run my life like they seem to do with yours."
“Okay, great. Perfect. Then why are we even havin’ this conversation? An’ they don’ ‘run my life’, they just worry.” It was much too early, even for Mel, to try and explain her family’s history and why they had every right to worry. “It’s my shit an’ I deal with it. This and them.”
"Because I have an uncanny ability to annoy people, and know exactly why they're annoyed at me," Warren responded. "If you say you're good, then we're good. Wanna see if I can beat you back to the statue?"
“Yeah, sure- as long as yer prepared to lose.” Mel wasn’t sure how confident she should actually be in that statement, but if she could be anything, it was cocky.
He had to laugh at that. "I only lose if it's worth my while. I can be persuaded to fly slower if there's something I'll get at the end of it." He gave her a wink. "I'm also prepared to be lavished with praise when I win too. Which is it going to be, Melody?"
“M’sure there’s plenty of ways I could compensate you for yer gracious defeat,” Mel grinned. “An’ many things you could do to congratulate me on my victory.”
"And oddly enough, they all involve my tongue." He flew close enough to pop her a quick kiss and gave her a grin. "Last one there gets to hit random on urban dictionary, and we try that pose out."
“Yer on,” Mel said- and then she shot off towards the tower before Warren could get another word in. If she was going to win, might as well let it be by a wide margin.
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