Warren, Mel, & Sharon | Te-Quila Mockingcat

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Warren and Mel are graced by Sharon’s presence. It goes as well as expected.



Breezy days were meant for slow love making, cocktails and hammocks.

Luckily for Warren,  he knew how to get all three.   He'd very much been enjoying his fling with Mel.  She was young,  fun and most of all,  as non committal as he was.  The second point mattered the most in an extra curricular partner.

Keeping to his rules to never sleep with another person on a bed Bobbi also uses,  Warren enjoyed finding unused rooms in the mansion to ... explore.  And then?

Cocktail time on a lawn hammock.

A toe lazily pushed him as he leaned back,  his hammock facing Mel's.  "I'm glad I'm rich so I can do this in the middle of the day. "

She hummed in response, almost dozing off but not quite. The sun felt fantastic. “M’glad fer that too.”

It felt very bold to be outside like this, but Mel tried not to care. She was probably going to hell anyways, what were a few more hookups? Her siblings (hopefully) weren’t around.

He stretched out a leg, and nudged her on the side.  "I've told you before -- quit all your side hustles and just be a professional sugar baby.  You could live off my couch money comfortably and I wouldn't even notice it."  He grinned.  "Think of how you could spend all day being pampered.  Doesn't that sound great?"

Mel rolled her eyes, albeit fondly. “An’ I’ve told you, I like workin’. Too many hours in the day t’be doin’ nothing with ‘em.” She nudged him back, taking a sip of her drink. Warren truly was something sometimes.

"So you continue to enjoy regular intercourse? Had wondered. Activity had slowed lately."

These words brought with them several unfortunate facts. First, that there was a third party present. Second, that they were speaking from a point directly above the hammock. And third, that this heretofore unseen presence was absolutely Sharon.

The great purple cat gazed down at the two from her perch on a sturdy bough.

"Hello."

Simultaneously streams of Tequila Sunrises drenched the pair, arriving from opposite sides of the hammocks.

Normally Warren enjoyed his women wet but not like this.

"Sharon" He said flatly.  "Don't you have somewhere to be?  You know I only like you when you're on 2 legs."

A long tail dropped from the branch just to give a smug twitch. "Warren Worthington's pleasure is not my responsibility." Her yellow eyes narrowed in a way that, in a human, might have indicated a smirk. "This need is already attended to."

Mel didn’t necessarily enjoy being sticky in the best of circumstances, and this definitely did not qualify as that. She brushed orange juice and tequila drenched hair out of her very red face with a groan.  “Sharon, what’re you- oh my God.”

"You thought you had been subtle?" The cat flicked her tail, turned, and began to climb down the tree. Her ankles rotated at an odd angle to allow for the vertical descent until she was close enough to jump the remaining distance. She gave herself a dainty shake.

"Is understandable, maybe," Sharon remarked. "But there is a scent. Is no need for shame. Many attractive, healthy adults are here. There is much sex." This pronouncement was uttered in the same disinterested tone a vegetarian might have used to note the meat entrees at a restaurant.

“You can smell when people have sex?!” was the mortified reply. If anything could make Mel consider celibacy, this might be it.

"I am Cat," Sharon intoned. "Is my nature to observe the world with all senses. And I am watching." The tail flicked once, ominously. "Always."

"Everyone here is a mutant," responded Warren with a groan.   "I wouldn't be surprised if during an orgasm, you projected enough to make any nearby telepath's day.   Damnit, this shirt is Italian silk, Sharon, and Grecian linen pants.  It's ruined now. "

He stood up suddenly and stripped off his shirt,  his wings firmly bound in his harness. "Truly unacceptable."

Mel, whose shirt was very much remaining on, hadn’t even considered telepaths. “We can never have sex here again, oh my God.” Somehow she managed to sink even farther into her hammock.

Warren whipped his head in Mel's direction before glaring hard at Sharon.  "Whatever you want,  I'm easy to please.   Unlike some people,  I know when my welcome is worn out.   Don't you have a glass of water to knock over?"

"But you have already flung your drinks." Sharon raised a furred hand and brushed her tongue against it. "Is no worry. It is understood humans possess undo shame about sexual matters. I do not remark upon your frequent intercourse to others." She rubbed the back of her hand to her face, wholly unconcerned with the ruins of Warren's garment, and cracked an eye at Mel. "This is not girl talk? I may not gossip with my peer?"

“That’s not-“ Mel shook her head as if to clear the past few minutes away. How was this her life now? “A little warnin’ next time you wanna ‘girl talk’ would be appreciated, an’ maybe not in front of the one bein’ talked ‘bout.”

The cat gave her a puzzled look. "There is something you would say in private that you would not say to his face also? Assumption is that you find the relationship satisfactory or it would not continue. If this is so, is it not polite to inform your partner? This is positive reinforcement."

Warren was now debating taking his pants off, so he missed most of that conversation.  Glancing up, he could see how Mel was feeling more and more uncomfortable.  He forgot sometimes that this life may be normal to him now, but once upon a time, it wasn't.  "Sharon, we're not partners.  We just have fun together, and if she didn't enjoy it, we wouldn't be doing it.  Like this conversation.  She's not feeling it, and I don't know that you need to keep on talking.  Do you want to go inside, Mel?  Take a shower?"  He glared at Sharon.  "And you're not invited.  Why don't you wear a collar with a bell on it like other cats?"

Sharon's ears flattened. "Your lack of observation is also not my responsibility."  

The cat stopped washing herself and hunched against the ground, the swish of her tail taking on an agitated air. "I was curious only," she said. "Human relationships I do not understand. Open relationships, these are the most logical to me. This behavior I saw in my clowder. You are the least precious about such things also. Who else am I to ask?  My cohort are unattached. I thought Paige had romantic interest, but I was mistaken. Husband is single. Possibly asexual also, maybe, but this is his business. Ours is a marriage with healthy boundaries. But because of this I have no guidance."

“A shower would be good,” Mel said, throwing a grateful glance Warren’s way before focusing back on the feline in front of her. “I don’ think we’re the best ones to talk to ‘bout that. We ain’t romantic or anythin’.” Thank God for that too. For a moment Mel considered offering up Sam and Clint as an alternative, but wouldn’t wish this conversation on anyone, not even while annoyed at her brother. “I’ve had plenty of boyfriends if you ever wanna hear ‘bout it though?”

Sharon rushed to her feet. "Yes, this is my point," she said excitedly. "Yours is a physical relationship only, but you have had romantic ones also. So often interpersonal politics are attached to the simple satisfaction of a biological urge. Is better to consult those capable of drawing a distinction between the two before moving to question more biased subjects." She added, proudly, "I am making an attempt to understand other perspectives even if they make no logical sense."

Warren narrowed his eyes.  "I hate when you make sense, but honestly, I'll talk to you about this later if you want.  Ask me whatever, I'll even give you lube recommendations, but point number one with anything to do with sex: ask consent.  If a person doesn't want to talk about it, don't make them."

The cat glanced at Mel, but the other girl's body language was finally starting to register with her. Mel had always seemed very open, and Sharon had assumed anyone who associated with Warren in an intimate context would have a similarly relaxed attitude towards sexuality. Bobbi had certainly seemed to. Why weren't people consistent?

"This is understood," she said, ostensibly sulking at Warren's correction but secretly embarrassed at her error. In true feline fashion, however, this was not something she was going to acknowledge. She swung her attention back to Mel, the only outward sign of her discomfort the way her fingers plucked at the grass. "A later conversation is acceptable to you also?"

“Yeah, that’d be okay.” After Mel had the chance to unclutch her pearls. “Jus’ don’ sneak up on me about it, yeah?”

Sharon's tail lashed in relief. "Then is agreed," she said. "At a prearranged time you shall explain to me the intricacies of human relationships."

"Hey! I'm offended. I know human relationships too," Warren retorted. "You met Bobbi.  I am an expert in dating her."  

"Warren Worthington was not asked for his opinion. Girls are talking now." To emphasize this, Sharon stepped towards Mel, shifting to human form as she went. She clasped the other girl's hands in hers in a rather childish gesture that was ruined only slightly by Sharon's amazonian height. 

"Is a promise?" she asked, gazing steadily into Mel's eyes.

Mel smiled weakly. Surely this could only end well. “Promise. We can make a night of it- watch a movie, paint nails, whatever.” 

"You girls plan this later," Warren said.  "I need to get naked now and shower, preferably with Mel, and you very far away."  The last part of the sentence was said very pointedly to Sharon.  "If you're so interested, go watch The Real Housewives or something.  Now there's a show on relationship dynamics."