Betsy and Warren, backdated to August 9th
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om_mainBetsy visits Warren at home and briefly reacquaints herself with his family. She is unimpressed with his father, but elated to see Warren.
Life at home had never been so tense...which was saying something considering the two elder Worthingtons tended to have a proverbial stick shoved up their collective asses even on a good day. When he wasn't out in the city keeping himself preoccupied, Warren was spending a lot of time alone in his room. Friends were just a phone call or an email away, too, which didn't help the hermit-case but Warren needed it right then.
With his father's ever so lovely suggestion of therapy and helpful lectures, Warren was beginning to feel like a glutton for punishment on top of all else. At the very least he could say that it was a private thing and Sebastian Shaw had been all too successful in keeping Warren Worthington Jr. from having a public fit.
Today, they had been anticipating a visit from Betsy...well. Warren III certainly was. His parents weren't sure what to think anymore, but that didn't matter. Betsy was visiting and that mattered. Warren couldn't have been happier to be bringing her inside.
"You have no idea how good it is to see you right now." Said the boy who was all smiles.
Betsy squeezed his hand, pressing close to his side. She could sense the swirl of his feelings, and even if her presence was a relief she couldn't completely lift the shadow of his parents.
"I missed you," she told him. And silently, she added, I promise a break from sullen hallways.
All you had to do was show up for that, Warren responded playfully, and leaned over to press a kiss against the side of her head. "But in all seriousness, I'm sure they'll be quieter with a guest in the house, soooo come on inside. Did you need anything?" Drink, food, snog? Henh.
She gave him the flash of a heated smile. "What was that last option? Didn't quite catch that." Betsy leaned and kissed his cheek. "I can live without sustenance a bit longer. Want to show me around or make introductions, or should that wait until the proper time?"
Well. The proper time, as of now, would be any time. Warren was slightly inclined to just get it out of the way---sort of like pulling off a band-aid. If he did it quickly it wouldn't be as painful. Not that his parents hadn't already met Betsy in the past, but now was kind of different. For a number of reasons, and the face being one. However, that was entirely up to her.
"Are you comfortable with me making proper introductions? Because we can do that first, if you are," he asked, one eyebrow raised.
"I was born and bred for this. They've been warned, but let's go get their speculation out of the way." She squeezed his hand again. "And once that's over you can pick the next activity."
Fair enough. Warren brought Betsy in through the main entrance of the front of the house. Like the rest of the building, the foyer was very large and exquisite, clean to the point of being pristine, and expensively decorated with strategically placed art and smaller accessories. Then there was Warren, kicking off his shoes and flinging them toward the closet without a care. He'd never do such a thing at someone else's house, of course, but here...and now...he couldn't care less.
Last he saw of his father was in the kitchen, so Warren took Betsy's hand again and led her that way. The older man was seated at the table reading the news. There wasn't a sound going on in the room save for the occasional shuffle of paper--and then Warren's voice. "Dad?"
The elder Worthington tipped just a corner of the paper down to regard his son, looking like he was already annoyed enough to snap a retort at the boy--but then he saw his companion, and stopped himself. Rudeness in front of guests wasn't his thing, though he did narrow his eyes slightly. "What would you like?"
"To reintroduce you to Elizabeth Braddock?" Warren told him, straightening his shoulders out. His wings ruffled slightly in the process.
...something Warren Worthington Jr. had to hide his annoyance about. Those blasted things. Instead, he brought his tired gaze to the girl in front of him. "You...really do look different." To state the obvious, but it was hard to think of something else to say!
Betsy smiled, a genuine reaction because that statement was something she absolutely needed to get used to. She could ignore his thoughts, responding only to the change in his demeanor. He had a very well practiced face for company. "Yes," she agreed. "It's taken a great deal of getting used to. It's good to see you again, sir. My parents send their regards, and hope that perhaps we can all get together the next time they are in the states."
"Perhaps." A word that the elder Worthington managed to say without bite. He had always liked the Braddocks--James and Lady Elizabeth were fine, upstanding people who did excellent work. However now with Warren pulling this...stunt with Brian, and consequently being so enamored with Betsy, Warren Jr. had to wonder if this wasn't all some kind of elaborate plan someone had all along.
Had this young girl talked his son into a publicity stunt? "But you would do well to send them my regards right back, my dear."
Warren knew that look well--that silent, judgey look. It made him sigh. "I was hoping we could have Elizabeth for dinner tonight. Would that be a problem?"
"I haven't a problem at all," his father sniped right back. "Just the two of you stay out of trouble, hm?"
"Thank you," Betsy said, her hand tightening briefly around Warren's as the smile never left her face. As far as introductions went, that was good enough. They could save their civil conversation for dinner time. Carefully, she said silently to Warren let's go get into some trouble, love.
Hopefully he could keep a decent poker face.
"What could we possibly do around here to get into trouble?" Warren questioned with a look before he took a step back. "Relax and unclench. There's no paparazzi outside the door."
"Warren," his father responded simply, with a warning tone.
Okay, poker face on now. Sorry, he directed to Betsy and not so much at the older man. He just got a nod before the teen gestured for his girlfriend to follow him. His room was upstairs on the first floor, and they could take the scenic route there. "Huh. Well that at least went better than I thought it would." Which was saying something.
Betsy nudged him with her hip. "I divine some mutual resentment. Honestly, if you'd like to become a Braddock I'm pretty sure my parents will welcome you with open arms. Maybe we could even get you knighted." She leaned up to kiss Warren on the cheek.
Warren couldn't dare keep a straight, pouty face anymore at that comment. The grin was splitting his face. "That's it! Whisk me off to Britain so I can be a Sir! So romantic."
"It would be, I can only imagine the cries from your quickly growing preteen fan club." Betsy slowed, searching around them for a moment and confirming that no one was near enough to see or overhear them. She came to a stop and tugged Warren to her, stealing a kiss. "For you I can do romantic."
"I'm really glad for that, hun, because the preteens just aren't doing it for me," he quipped back with a charmed laugh. Betsy received one more quick kiss from him. Actually the extra attention from people was weird--though something Warren was adjusting to. It wasn't as though he'd been hidden from the tabloids his whole life, but this spike in fame was unlike anything he'd ever seen--both good and bad. "How are your folks handling things anyway?"
What with Brian and all there had to have been some excitement going on across the pond, too.
Betsy slid her arms around him, staying close since there was no reason to separate. "They seem to be holding up well. Brian hasn't sent any worried emails, and I haven't felt any distress. I spoke to my mother and she is quietly proud of how both of you handled the press conference."
Smiling softly at that, Warren brought a hand up to gently tuck Betsy's hair back. "Your folks are a real class act, Betts. That's wonderful to hear."
"I am very proud of you both as well," Betsy murmured softly.
"I'm glad! Because one great thing that has come out of this whole thing is that I've learned to be extra coy and to evade all of those pretentiously awkward and personal questions I keep getting lately. You know, if I had a nickel for every person who's asked me about sex with wings I'd have another million by now," Warren wrinkled his nose to smile jokingly. "Social media is so hard now."
"They wouldn't be satisfied if you answered anyway," she pointed out. "Since they won't get the experience." She leaned to brush her lips against Warren's jaw. "I promise, it's not just your wings that make you a worthwhile bed partner."
Aaaand now the thoughts were drifting into X-Rated territory. Warren's hand trailed down Betsy's arm to entwine their fingers. "Would you be against leaving the hallway and checking out my room?"
"That sounds like a delightful suggestion," Betsy said with a smile. Since Warren's parents seemed like they'd be occupied until dinner and didn't expect to see them, Betsy had nothing against taking a few liberties that she wouldn't have dared in her own home. They could find something positive in being ignored.
They may not have been liberties to take at the Braddock estate, no, but Warren was never looking for trouble there. Here, he didn't care. He couldn't give a single fuck, especially right now when he felt like he was in a constant state of being frowned upon and even disrespected. It could go both ways with his parents for all he cared right then.
Betsy made him happy--maybe happier than anything, in that moment, so Warren was going with the desire to be with her---and to please her and appreciate her. That was why Warren kept her close as he led the way to his room, not even waiting to get there before his lips met the skin of her neck.
Betsy sighed softly, turning so that she could stroke her fingers across his wings. "What am I going to do without you for so long?" she murmured. "I'm afraid Sage would eavesdrop on any potential phone sex."
Her touch caused his wing to flex, and it swooped around his side to arch around them. It was a gentle motion that didn't upset their balance or movement, but it brought their bodies closer together. Warren's hunger for her touch became more apparent in the way he kissed her then, lips pressing firmer and quicker. His attention was fixed there and it made his hand's first attempt on his doorknob fail---the second time was the charm.
"Make up for the lost time?"
Life at home had never been so tense...which was saying something considering the two elder Worthingtons tended to have a proverbial stick shoved up their collective asses even on a good day. When he wasn't out in the city keeping himself preoccupied, Warren was spending a lot of time alone in his room. Friends were just a phone call or an email away, too, which didn't help the hermit-case but Warren needed it right then.
With his father's ever so lovely suggestion of therapy and helpful lectures, Warren was beginning to feel like a glutton for punishment on top of all else. At the very least he could say that it was a private thing and Sebastian Shaw had been all too successful in keeping Warren Worthington Jr. from having a public fit.
Today, they had been anticipating a visit from Betsy...well. Warren III certainly was. His parents weren't sure what to think anymore, but that didn't matter. Betsy was visiting and that mattered. Warren couldn't have been happier to be bringing her inside.
"You have no idea how good it is to see you right now." Said the boy who was all smiles.
Betsy squeezed his hand, pressing close to his side. She could sense the swirl of his feelings, and even if her presence was a relief she couldn't completely lift the shadow of his parents.
"I missed you," she told him. And silently, she added, I promise a break from sullen hallways.
All you had to do was show up for that, Warren responded playfully, and leaned over to press a kiss against the side of her head. "But in all seriousness, I'm sure they'll be quieter with a guest in the house, soooo come on inside. Did you need anything?" Drink, food, snog? Henh.
She gave him the flash of a heated smile. "What was that last option? Didn't quite catch that." Betsy leaned and kissed his cheek. "I can live without sustenance a bit longer. Want to show me around or make introductions, or should that wait until the proper time?"
Well. The proper time, as of now, would be any time. Warren was slightly inclined to just get it out of the way---sort of like pulling off a band-aid. If he did it quickly it wouldn't be as painful. Not that his parents hadn't already met Betsy in the past, but now was kind of different. For a number of reasons, and the face being one. However, that was entirely up to her.
"Are you comfortable with me making proper introductions? Because we can do that first, if you are," he asked, one eyebrow raised.
"I was born and bred for this. They've been warned, but let's go get their speculation out of the way." She squeezed his hand again. "And once that's over you can pick the next activity."
Fair enough. Warren brought Betsy in through the main entrance of the front of the house. Like the rest of the building, the foyer was very large and exquisite, clean to the point of being pristine, and expensively decorated with strategically placed art and smaller accessories. Then there was Warren, kicking off his shoes and flinging them toward the closet without a care. He'd never do such a thing at someone else's house, of course, but here...and now...he couldn't care less.
Last he saw of his father was in the kitchen, so Warren took Betsy's hand again and led her that way. The older man was seated at the table reading the news. There wasn't a sound going on in the room save for the occasional shuffle of paper--and then Warren's voice. "Dad?"
The elder Worthington tipped just a corner of the paper down to regard his son, looking like he was already annoyed enough to snap a retort at the boy--but then he saw his companion, and stopped himself. Rudeness in front of guests wasn't his thing, though he did narrow his eyes slightly. "What would you like?"
"To reintroduce you to Elizabeth Braddock?" Warren told him, straightening his shoulders out. His wings ruffled slightly in the process.
...something Warren Worthington Jr. had to hide his annoyance about. Those blasted things. Instead, he brought his tired gaze to the girl in front of him. "You...really do look different." To state the obvious, but it was hard to think of something else to say!
Betsy smiled, a genuine reaction because that statement was something she absolutely needed to get used to. She could ignore his thoughts, responding only to the change in his demeanor. He had a very well practiced face for company. "Yes," she agreed. "It's taken a great deal of getting used to. It's good to see you again, sir. My parents send their regards, and hope that perhaps we can all get together the next time they are in the states."
"Perhaps." A word that the elder Worthington managed to say without bite. He had always liked the Braddocks--James and Lady Elizabeth were fine, upstanding people who did excellent work. However now with Warren pulling this...stunt with Brian, and consequently being so enamored with Betsy, Warren Jr. had to wonder if this wasn't all some kind of elaborate plan someone had all along.
Had this young girl talked his son into a publicity stunt? "But you would do well to send them my regards right back, my dear."
Warren knew that look well--that silent, judgey look. It made him sigh. "I was hoping we could have Elizabeth for dinner tonight. Would that be a problem?"
"I haven't a problem at all," his father sniped right back. "Just the two of you stay out of trouble, hm?"
"Thank you," Betsy said, her hand tightening briefly around Warren's as the smile never left her face. As far as introductions went, that was good enough. They could save their civil conversation for dinner time. Carefully, she said silently to Warren let's go get into some trouble, love.
Hopefully he could keep a decent poker face.
"What could we possibly do around here to get into trouble?" Warren questioned with a look before he took a step back. "Relax and unclench. There's no paparazzi outside the door."
"Warren," his father responded simply, with a warning tone.
Okay, poker face on now. Sorry, he directed to Betsy and not so much at the older man. He just got a nod before the teen gestured for his girlfriend to follow him. His room was upstairs on the first floor, and they could take the scenic route there. "Huh. Well that at least went better than I thought it would." Which was saying something.
Betsy nudged him with her hip. "I divine some mutual resentment. Honestly, if you'd like to become a Braddock I'm pretty sure my parents will welcome you with open arms. Maybe we could even get you knighted." She leaned up to kiss Warren on the cheek.
Warren couldn't dare keep a straight, pouty face anymore at that comment. The grin was splitting his face. "That's it! Whisk me off to Britain so I can be a Sir! So romantic."
"It would be, I can only imagine the cries from your quickly growing preteen fan club." Betsy slowed, searching around them for a moment and confirming that no one was near enough to see or overhear them. She came to a stop and tugged Warren to her, stealing a kiss. "For you I can do romantic."
"I'm really glad for that, hun, because the preteens just aren't doing it for me," he quipped back with a charmed laugh. Betsy received one more quick kiss from him. Actually the extra attention from people was weird--though something Warren was adjusting to. It wasn't as though he'd been hidden from the tabloids his whole life, but this spike in fame was unlike anything he'd ever seen--both good and bad. "How are your folks handling things anyway?"
What with Brian and all there had to have been some excitement going on across the pond, too.
Betsy slid her arms around him, staying close since there was no reason to separate. "They seem to be holding up well. Brian hasn't sent any worried emails, and I haven't felt any distress. I spoke to my mother and she is quietly proud of how both of you handled the press conference."
Smiling softly at that, Warren brought a hand up to gently tuck Betsy's hair back. "Your folks are a real class act, Betts. That's wonderful to hear."
"I am very proud of you both as well," Betsy murmured softly.
"I'm glad! Because one great thing that has come out of this whole thing is that I've learned to be extra coy and to evade all of those pretentiously awkward and personal questions I keep getting lately. You know, if I had a nickel for every person who's asked me about sex with wings I'd have another million by now," Warren wrinkled his nose to smile jokingly. "Social media is so hard now."
"They wouldn't be satisfied if you answered anyway," she pointed out. "Since they won't get the experience." She leaned to brush her lips against Warren's jaw. "I promise, it's not just your wings that make you a worthwhile bed partner."
Aaaand now the thoughts were drifting into X-Rated territory. Warren's hand trailed down Betsy's arm to entwine their fingers. "Would you be against leaving the hallway and checking out my room?"
"That sounds like a delightful suggestion," Betsy said with a smile. Since Warren's parents seemed like they'd be occupied until dinner and didn't expect to see them, Betsy had nothing against taking a few liberties that she wouldn't have dared in her own home. They could find something positive in being ignored.
They may not have been liberties to take at the Braddock estate, no, but Warren was never looking for trouble there. Here, he didn't care. He couldn't give a single fuck, especially right now when he felt like he was in a constant state of being frowned upon and even disrespected. It could go both ways with his parents for all he cared right then.
Betsy made him happy--maybe happier than anything, in that moment, so Warren was going with the desire to be with her---and to please her and appreciate her. That was why Warren kept her close as he led the way to his room, not even waiting to get there before his lips met the skin of her neck.
Betsy sighed softly, turning so that she could stroke her fingers across his wings. "What am I going to do without you for so long?" she murmured. "I'm afraid Sage would eavesdrop on any potential phone sex."
Her touch caused his wing to flex, and it swooped around his side to arch around them. It was a gentle motion that didn't upset their balance or movement, but it brought their bodies closer together. Warren's hunger for her touch became more apparent in the way he kissed her then, lips pressing firmer and quicker. His attention was fixed there and it made his hand's first attempt on his doorknob fail---the second time was the charm.
"Make up for the lost time?"
