could you please do something fluffy for Warren with “things you said before you kissed me” please? your writing is delightful x

alexsunmners:

Warren Worthington iii + ‘things you said before you kissed me’

A/N: This is like my ideal afternoon, fun fact bc I’m literally always exhausted. @kurtwxgners @rax-writes @emmcfrxst enjoy x

It’s pouring with rain outside and you’ve never been more grateful for free periods. The storm raging over the mansion had been building for at least a couple of days, and had finally broken just before lunch time that day. Your morning had been slow and boring, but largely uneventful and when you had consulted your schedule over lunch, you had been utterly delighted to discover that you had the entire afternoon off. You had kissed Warren goodbye quickly after lunch and headed up to his room while he headed back to class and on to training. 

Almost six hours later, you’re curled up on Warren’s bed with your favourite book and the rain falling noisily outside. You stretch languidly, glancing out the window at the grounds, which are almost totally obscured by the torrential downfall. The door creaks slightly as it opens and swings shut again, and Warren trudges in, looking exhausted. He drops his bag and books on the floor and collapses face first on the bed beside you.

“I hate everything except the concept of napping for a million years,” he says, his voice muffled by the blankets and you laugh quietly as you shift on the bed to lie beside him, tucking yourself close to his side as he drapes one of his wings over you, his arm slinging over your waist.

“Shitty day?” You ask softly and he pulls a face, shrugging. 

“Just long. And fucking exhausting. Like, I’m pretty sure I could actually sleep for a million years. I wasn’t just being hyperbolic I’m like ninety percent sure I could actually accomplish it,” he replies, and a small amused smile tugs at the corner of your mouth as you lean in to press a quick kiss to the tip of his nose.

“I can’t make any promises about a million year nap, but why don’t you just go to sleep, baby?” you suggest. “I’ll wake you up for dinner and you can decide whether you wanna go or not, but you look like someone zombified you or whatever.” Warren gives you a relieved smile as his arm tightens over your waist, pulling you in a little closer.

“You’re the best. Like, the best ever,” he mumbles drowsily, leaning in to kiss you. It’s slow and soft and you’re pretty sure he’s already half asleep, but he gives you a small, sweet smile as he pulls back, tucking his head against your shoulder. “Love you, beautiful,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your collarbone. He’s totally passed out within seconds and you can’t help but chuckle quietly as you shift up the bed, moving him carefully to lie his head on your chest so you can wrap your arms around his shoulders before closing your own eyes and succumbing to your own drowsiness, lulled to sleep by the tranquility of the rain drumming on the window and the warmth of Warren’s body over yours.