om_main | Warren & Betsy; backdated to 11 Sept 2013

Warren shows up at Betsy's window to clear the air.

If there was another reason to add to the pile of good ones that Betsy finally had her own room it was that Warren could pop by at the window without having to worry about scaring the daylights out of her roommate.

He had spent the better portion of the evening slacking off from his Global Economy paper and flying around the estate instead. As much as he wanted to get some work done tonight, his mind kept drifting to his girlfriend. Warren had been a little tense the past few days and being out in the sky helped clear his head some.

Until he wound up at Betsy's window, that is. The light had come on moments before, so he came to a hover in front of it and gently tapped his knuckles against the glass.

Betsy was really glad these windows opened so easily--well, as long Warren was the only one trying to fly in and visit. She let him in with a small smile. "Hi you," she said softly.

"Hey yourself," he replied just as softly, arms propped up on the sill. "Are you interested in coming out for awhile? Maybe fly over the lake?"

"Oh, yes, absolutely." She pretty much never turned down a chance to go flying with him. "Let me grab a jumper."

Content with that answer, Warren pushed off of the ledge slightly so that he was hovering just a foot or so away. Letting her climb out the window safely was the important part and could sometimes be a tad tricky (thank you, gravity), but they had gotten this trick down pretty well by now.

"Remind me to get a balcony in the next place we live," Betsy said idly as she climbed out to him.

"Agreed; I consider them mandatory at this point." Warren took Betsy away from the building carefully, one arm under her knees and the other around her back, bridal style. With just three slower, wider flaps of the wings he was able to move backward and up and away again.

"You weren't too busy tonight, I hope?"

"Nothing more important than this," she answered with a smile. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, and she relaxed in his arms.

"Good...because I know I've been kind of a dick the past couple of days, and I wanted to say I was sorry," he admitted quietly, keeping his eyes out toward his destination. It was silly, but sometimes apologizing could be the hardest thing--especially for something important. Warren had always had an issue with that.

But it was important to apologize for this, and he knew that. Betsy had made a mistake, and what they had together was not worth getting all stick-up-the-ass about it.

She pressed her lips to his throat. "Thank you," she murmured. "I've missed you."

"And I've missed you. Distancing myself after being gone all summer as was is not only silly, but petty. I was more miserable without you than I was about the mistake to begin with, so if that's not telling than I'm not sure what is."

"Clearly we should stop parting for so long," Betsy suggested. "I would have visited more, but I had a feeling it would just make it worst with your father when I wasn't there. He really does prefer to keep his issues out of sight and out of mind."

"Tell me about it," Warren couldn't help but mutter while he rolled his eyes. That was truly the story of his father's life right there, and basically the extent of the interactions he had with Warren. "One time he did bring you up in a fit of anger was just to 'suggest' that I find someone a little more acceptable and less conniving. Can you believe it? I was so furious with him."

Betsy nuzzled against his throat. "If I was conniving he would like me more. He wouldn't have a choice. He's lucky I'm not."

"Ah, well, he's shit out of luck either way, not sorry to say," Warren couldn't help but add, starting to grin before he kissed the top of her head. He also began to slow, eventually coming to a hover just as they reached the water. "Do you know why?"

"Why is that?" She asked.

"Because I love you, Elizabeth."

Betsy took a breath, soaking the words in before leaning to kiss him softly.

And Warren returned it with the same gentleness, holding them still in the sky with an impressive amount of strength to keep his wings flapping hard, almost like a hummingbird. When their lips parted again, Warren lifted his chin and pressed another kiss against Betsy's brow.

"God, Warren," she whispered breathlessly. "When you do apologies, you hold nothing back, do you? I..." Now presented with the words, she found it harder to say out loud, despite the fact that she was constantly worried she might be spilling those exact sentiments every they were together. She stole another kiss, hoping he understood that she was still a bit overwhelmed by having everything laid out so neatly.

Warren accepted it, patient and understanding that he'd overwhelmed her. It wasn't exactly a small thing to express and to share, he knew it. He'd been building up the courage all evening to pull her out here to say it, after all, so it was okay.

"I needed to say it, and it's okay if you..." Couldn't yet. "I just wanted to." It came out as a soft mumble against her lips.

"I do," she said, fumbling over the words. She kissed him again, slipping her fingers into his hair.

When Warren returned the kiss that time, he did so deeply and flapped his wings to slowly get them moving again, gliding across the length of the water. His ears were sharp while in the sky, and he'd be able to catch them nearing the trees when the time came, but for now being attentive to nothing more than Betsy's lips and her caress.

How are you possible? Betsy asked idly, focused more on the rush of air in contrast to the warmth of Warren's embrace.

Just slightly Warren pulled back to gaze at her, smile faint. Come on now. What's so impossible about this?

The fact that you are one of the most beautiful sights I've ever seen? The romantic flight? It all seems like fantasy, but I know this is real because you have me.

I have you--and I will so long as you'll let me, Warren promised her with a small chuckle. Fond.

She leaned to press her lips to his pulse. That may be a very long time.

Even better then, Warren informed her, and nuzzled his nose against her hair. Would you care to take this flight back to your window?

That depends, would you like to stay the night?

The idea seemed to brighten Warren's expression, and was coupled with a mischievous smile. My paper wasn't going to get done tonight by any means, so that sounds fantastic.

I'd feel bad for hindering your academics, but for some reason I can't quite bring myself to feel guilty. She grinned and snuggled in against him.

Warren's smile turned into a laugh, and he looped back around toward the school. Guilt is overrated anyway.