(A/N): I FUCKING LOVE WARREN TOO LIKE OH MY HEEEEELLLLLLL
Warnings: Nothing just cute warren fluffiness :3
Of motherfucking course the heater had broken. You were half tempted to chew Charles’ ass out because the heater was broken and it was the middle of winter. Not even your warmest clothes could keep the infernal cold out of your bones. And of course, it seemed every mutant had some form of power or ability to keep themselves warm. Except you, you were sitting under a giant mountain of fluffy blankets trying to get the least bit of warmth. Your teeth were chattering violently, and you were pretty sure your fingertips were purple. You snuggle deeper into the pile of blankets, searching for any source of warmth.
“Whatcha doin there?” The smug voice of Warren calls from the doorway.
“A-a-attempting t-to get w-warm,” You stutter as you pull a blanket around you tighter.
“There are better ways to get warm,” Warren wiggles his eyebrows playfully. Despite the cold you manage a small smile.
“I-In your w-wildest dreams w-warren.” He only chuckles as he pushes off the door and makes his way to you.
“Come on now,” He whispers playfully as he sits down beside you. “You know you want to-” He calls in a singsongy tone. You somehow manage to throw a pillow at him but immediately regret your decision when your hand meets the icy chill of your room. You yelp and immediately retract your hand back to your nest of somewhat warmth. “Okay, how bout this,” Suddenly you’re pulled from your nest and against an extremely warm chest. Two equally pair of warm arms wrap around you, keeping you as physically close as possible. “This okay?” Warren mumbles against your hair. Usually you would have playfully smacked him and tell him to go hit on some other girl but he was so warm and you were damn near freezing. You nod and without meaning to snuggle even closer.
You can feel Warren smile and you can’t help but blush. Here you were, sitting on Warren Worthington’s lap as he held you as close as he could to his chest. The feeling of his extremely warm body was comforting and almost lulled you to sleep. You sigh happily as your fingers idly trace over one of his many tattoos.
“You want to know something even warmer?” He asks quietly as he runs a hand over your hair. You merely hum, too content to break the quiet of the room. Suddenly, a soft, warm feeling enveloped you and it took you a moment to realize that Warren’s wings were wrapped around tightly. They felt airy but strong as the same time, soft and warm. You hum contently as you gently stroke the lines of his muscles.
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