jean grey (phoenix). (ex_rises922) wrote in mutanthaven, @ 2009-12-03 23:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | jean grey, warren worthington |
log: warren worthington & jean grey.
summary. Warren was looking for company, and finds it with Jean when she is trying to take the elevator -- where there's mistletoe. He redirects the elevator to his floor instead of hers.
warren. Warren was doing his best to spend more time at the hotel these days - it was a pain, having to call on Lila to sneak him in so often, but it did mean he got to see his girlfriend more often, as well as his friends there. Which is what he was doing right now - he'd just been up to his room in the penthouse to grab one of the few things left up there, and was waiting patiently for the lift to descend to the first floor. Time to go hunt down some people.
jean. Jean had just returned from a late afternoon on campus -- her bag weighed heavy on her shoulder and she was so ready to kick these shoes off and veg out on her couch for an hour or so, before she felt ready to pull out the books and study for the impending exam on the 14th. She was confident in the material, but it made her feel at ease going over it a few more times. It also helped keep her mind off other things. Her feet hurt and like hell she was going to take the stairs. She waited patiently for the elevator to reach the ground floor, shifting the weight on her shoulder around and looking at the doors as they opened.
warren. Standing in the elevator waiting was a certain Warren Worthington, who flashed Jean his most adorable smile rather than getting out. He would go and see Tessa later, but now Jean was here, and he wasn't going to miss the opportunity to spend a little time with her. "Ma'am," he said with a playful bow. "Which floor?"
jean. Little time was apt, because Jean was just going one level. She returned the smile, although a little more tired than his and stepped into the elevator. "One, please." She was heading right to her room.
warren. Warren obediently pressed a button - though it's funny how he hit 'penthouse' rather than 'one'. I wonder how that happened? "Long day at college?" He asked, reaching out to tug on the strap of her bag. Hand it over, lady.
jean. Must have been subliminal. Jean didn't notice at first, only suspecting something funny when the elevator didn't stop as she let Warren take her bag. She glanced at the number. "Warren..." She couldn't be mad at him -- it wasn't anything malicious and if anything, she knew he did it as an excuse to wrangle some time with her. "It was, that's why I wanted to go do nothing for a little while in my room." Which is not on the penthouse level.
warren. "Well, now you get to go do nothing in my room for a little while." He promptly produced a very sad puppy dog look, just for her. "It's even been cleaned and dusted and everything." ... and he even might have done some of that himself.
jean. She raised an eyebrow, considering everything she knew about Warren and house cleaning. "Oh I have to see this," she said, mostly to herself as she faced the door. "Are you lingering in the elevator for witnesses?" To take back to the penthouse to see how clean it was. Spelled out like that, it seemed kind of creepy, but Jean didn't take Warren for the creepy type. He was probably going to find someone to keep him entertained anyway.
warren. Warren laughed at that. "Just hunting down a little company, that's all." He smirked mischievously, stepping in close and suddenly sweeping one arm around her waist, pulling her in a moment of melodrama. "But speaking of things to linger under..." He glanced up for a second, the mistletoe in the elevator clearly visible above their heads. "I do believe you owe me a little something now."
jean. Whenever Warren did anything melodramatic, it made Jean embarrassed; there was a time that this might have made her blush and secretly pine, but those days were left behind in the halls of a New York academy, when she used to doodle in the back of her notebooks when she waited for the rest of the class to catch up on an assignment. She let out a laugh, letting Warren pull her in as she shook her head. She wasn't opposed to mistletoe, she just wasn't seeking it out. "You were never subtle, were you?" Go ahead, kiss her.
warren. "Subtlety is for those who lack imagination," he said with a laugh. He didn't really believe that - he had the utmost respect for Tessa and her capability for subtlety. He bent her over and pressed a kiss briefly against her lips - it last about a second, closed lips. The sort of kiss you'd give a family member, if they wouldn't let you get away with a kiss on the cheek. By the time Warren had Jean straightened up, the doors dinged and slid open, and Warren offered Jean his arm. "Shall we?"
jean. Warren succeeded in putting a grin on Jean's face; it was a goofy moment and it couldn't have come at a better time when school had her tired and other men had her down. That was one of the things she loved about Warren: his carefree attitude. "Sure," she latched onto his elbow. "Besides, you have my bag." It was basically like he held her hostage, except she liked it. And if Scott was around, well... she would act polite. But she had every intent of just hanging (or hiding) out in Warren's room during her break from course work.