13151/Storm Chasing Pt. 2

Storm Chasing Pt. 2
Date of Scene:	29 April 2021
Location:	New York Harbor.
Synopsis:	Warren and Ororo finish their date, and make plans for future trips.
Cast of Characters:	Archangel, Storm

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Archangel has posed:
"It was about time. It's been about time for 7 fu..dging years," comments Warren as he follows Ro at least part way to retrieve the drinks. He looks at the tray of three old fashions then back towards where Ororo left and shrugs, taking two in one hand, the third in another.

When Ororo returns, Warren is laying on a comfortable looking pad on the sky deck by the hot tub, his suit jacket off and folded neatly on the back of one of the chairs. His eyes are faced forward, towards the lights of the city, and the Statue of Liberty just off to the port side. The three drinks are set in a row on the little wall that surrounds the pad, easily within reach from either the pad, or the chair adjacent to the pad.

Storm has posed:
Several years. Ororo couldn't see herself pining for someone for several years and not acting on it in some way or another. Thankfully, that thought she takes with her to the washroom, leaving the door open as she quickly tries her best to shake off her nerves. The usual hand-wash, water sprinkle, towel wipe, stare into the mirror. She even goes so far as to fix her hair and to make sure that her eyeliner wasn't out of place.

And once she returns, the designated area has changed and she joins him with a quick plop onto the ground. Neatly of course. "Next time? Lets have a date in the clouds." She murmurs, glancing up to the sky. It was clear, yes, but a few clouds hung near to slightly obscure the twinkling stars. "What is the point of us being able to fly if we cannot do that?"

Archangel has posed:
Grinning, Warren turns to face her as she settles down next to him on the pad, "Why wait for the next time?"

Warren stands, brushing off the front of his pants before offering Ororo a hand up. "No time like the present. We would just have to hold onto our drinks, if we took them. No tables up there, at least not the last time I checked."

After helping Ororo up, Warren walks to the front of the boat and lets his wings unfurl from their position laying flat against his back. They shake out, the brilliantly white feathers ruffling with the movement and with the breeze. "Did you want to go under your own power, or with me?"

Storm has posed:
'Ro stammers, not really expecting him to take her up on that offer -right- now. She was still stammering even as he rises, her hand grasping on to his to be helped up to her feet. "Uh.." She didn't know what to say, already a little bit flustered from the nights events but.. now?

Phew!

Ororo looks down at her flowy dress, silently wishing that she had a belt or a tie to hug it around her waist. But.. "You take me." That way, she could focus on keeping herself covered and to not flash the city proper below. Reaching out to grasp his hand, she leans in close, her other hand joining against his arm to hold tight and wait for lift off.

"Have I ever told you that your wings were beautiful?"

Archangel has posed:
Warren smiles again, slipping an arm around her waist and pulling Ororo in tight against him. "If you did, I don't recall, but thank you."

One powerful flap and they are airborne. He takes it slow, so their hair doesn't get all messed up from the breeze. Just enough speed to keep them aloft as he takes them higher and higher before coming to a hover high over the harbor, clouds at their feet and the stars overhead.

"It's beautiful up here," the Angel says, but he isn't looking around at the scenery when he says it, he is looking at her. "I don't think my view could get any better."

Storm has posed:
One arm slings around his shoulder as he finally lifts off, her gaze now towards the sky in the direction that they're going, her eyes bleeding into a pure white as she controls the wind around her waist and legs. The dress clings to her as she creates those tiny little funnels, all the while focusing upon the clouds to lightly disperse them as they follow through.

As soon as he stops, she lets out a breath of air, shoulders raising to nearly touch her earrings and dropping. She even pulls away just enough to look around, not realizing that he's speaking about her. "You should see the view in Africa." She wistfully murmurs. "Hardly any pollution, forest for miles in the right places.. in my old village, the water is a crisp blue that ombres darkness close to the shore because of the dirt." She smiles and finally looks at him, then manuvers herself so that she's at his front, all just to hold onto him as if they were to dance again.

"This has been the best of nights. Thank you."

Archangel has posed:
"You will have to take me," Warren comments with a smile as he starts to 'waltz' in the air, his wings flapping just enough to keep them aloft and floating in gentle circles. "I would love to see it sometime. That is one part of the world I have rarely traveled."

Her thanks causes a coy half-smile to form on his face as he watches her, "It has been, hasn't it. I have to thank you too, since you are the one that made it all possible."

He falls quiet, letting the sounds of the wind claim the silence between them before he speaks again, "Would it be alright if I kissed you? I would like to."

Storm has posed:
"Actually, you will have to take -me-. Flying there as we are isn't condusive to our health." She laughs a little, then leans back as he waltz, content to look into his eyes. "For most, there is nothing there for people in Alkebulan, especially if you are not of the diamond and oil industries. And computer chip." She thinks about this, but smiles again. "No, really, you made it possible."

As the little waltz continues in quiet, his question doesn't fall on deaf ears. Her eyes shift a little behind him, not to alarm him, but to mentally prepare herself to make the first move, even if permission was asked.

And she does, leaning slightly up and in to press her lips against his, her arms curling around him just a little bit tighter in preparation to follow the movement of his lips.

Archangel has posed:
Warren wasn't expecting her to make the first move like that, waiting for his question to be answered verbally rather than with action, so her kissing him takes him slightly by surprise. He closes his eyes and lets himself sink into her embrace as his arms mimic her movement and encircle her tighter, his lips parting slightly as he returns the kiss. He keeps it chaste, not pushing the limits of what she might be comfortable with. After a moment, he breaks contact and looks to her with a smile, "I was about to say I will be happily take us in the jet sometime, but I got distracted."

Storm has posed:
It has been a while, but 'Ro finds her groove just in time for Warren to pull away. In fact, even as he offers to take the jet, a few more kisses were added to his lips and cheek just for good measure.

"Good. Window seats are all mine." She claims, now lacing her fingers behind his neck. If the waltz were to continue, Ororo wouldn't mind it one bit. "I suppose this means that a second date is in order?"

Archangel has posed:
Warren grins, returning each kiss in kind as he continues to 'dance' with her up in the clouds, his wings subconsciously flapping lightly to keep them floating in air. "At least one, if I am going to fly you off to Africa. You can have the window seat, no questions asked. Just let me know when you want to schedule the trip for and I will make the arrangements."

The barrier broken, Warren leans in again to give her another soft kiss, leaving his face nose to nose close to hers as they continue their dance. "Normally I would take one of the smaller jets, but be will take one of the bigger planes. More cabin space." He thinks for a moment before adding, "Did you want to make a thing of it and invite others? I know there was talk of you taking Jean to see your homeland as well. I could take the lot if you wanted, 'Ro."

Storm has posed:
"And peanuts." Ororo quips. She was a woman of many needs and peanuts were one of them. "A window seat," she kisses him, "and honey coated peanuts."

She did remember that she promised Jean a trip, and mention of that has her brows lowering. Not out of anger, but in thought, the gears obviously turning as 'Ro cooks up something, well.. not too far fetched but possibly in the world of Jean and Scott. "How about this."

"If we're going to invite others, lets make it a condition on if those two can hurry up and get married. Maybe it'll quicken the pace with the planning." Evil genius, she is!

Archangel has posed:
Warren Worthington grins, "All the peanuts you want. I promise. And none of those silly little foil packets of them either. I'll have them littered around the cabin in crystal bowls just for you."

The lowered brow gives him a moments pause before she speaks, and what she says elicits forth a laugh from the winged mutant. "I like your style, Ms. Munroe. Who knew that you could be so deviously cunning, but that is only if we decide to invite the others. If we don't, I'm perfectly fine with that as well. More time I get to be with you."

Storm has posed:
There is nothing like a flight with peanuts. Especially honey coated, roasted and possibly dabbed a little in sugar. The heart just warms thinking about it.

"Mmm.. I -was- a thief in another life, after all. Deviant and cunning are two good traits to have. But.." She grins now, not forcing a turn but easing him into it through their waltz. "Let's go first. Pick out a nice villa. Decorate it. Then bring them for their honeymoon and whomever else would like to go."

Archangel has posed:
"Sounds like a plan. I will have the arrangements made. How soon would you like to go? We can surprise them with the trip for a wedding gift, that is if Jean doesn't cheat and just read everyone's mind about what they are getting them. I wouldn't put it past her," Warren laughs.

He spins with Ororo lazily, letting his wings and the air currents direct their airborne dance. The lights below twinkle like s a city of stars themselves from where they are at. the voids in the light the harbor where a lone boat shines here and there, including the one below them. Above, the true starts shine as the moon crests the horizon and bathes them in its light.

"Thank you for agreeing to come out with me. We never got to the opulent desert I had for you, but I wouldn't change this for the world."

Storm has posed:
"Next week." She says quickly. She was down to go alone with him, and almost a little too eager. "I'll keep my distance from her and only speak to her through texts." She laughs, then hugs him tight again.

The lazy spin has her sighing, mostly due to regret. They -had- been out for a while, and up in the air for so long, the drinks were long forgotten.. and..

"I forgot about that." Ororo admits, leaning to the left to look down towards the yacht, then back up towards him. "We should probably call it a night. I feel almost like an old woman who is ready to pumpkin at a moments notice."

Archangel has posed:
Warren blinks. She is full of surprises, and that makes the billionaire laugh once more. "Next week? I wasn't expecting so soon, but I can probably swing that. It pays to be the head of the company, I don't have to ask the boss for time off." He grins, and then nods after giving her one last kiss before they start to descend, his wings flapping just a little slower so their decent is smooth and slow. "As you wish, I'll have the boat take us back to shore when we get down. We don't want you loosing your glass slippers there, Cinderella. Though...it would give me a reason to see you again sooner rather than later." He winks.

Storm has posed:
Yup, soon. And quite possibly even sooner yet.

"Cinderella?" Ororo says questioningly, then.. pulls away from him completely. She keeps herself afloat, her arms outstretched as if she were at a swim. "Okay." The air swirls around her as she turns towards the direction of the mansion, then takes off at a breakneck speed that leaves the sound of thunder in her wake.

It seems Cinderella has left her shoes and cloak behind. What ever shall a girl do?!