ooooooh "4. Wearing each other’s clothes." + our darling Warren pretty please!
4. Wearing each other’s clothes + Warren Worthington III
You can tell he’s enjoying it as much as you are. His scowl doesn’t fool you - not when his wings are in a frenzy like this. He’s never been a good liar.
Laughing softly, you step closer, hands wandering over the exposed skin of his stomach; courtesy of your shirt getting stuck in his beautiful wings.
“Very funny.” he mutters, voice holding nothing but fondness and amusement. Your eyes raise to meet his and he sighs, shaking his head before offering you a small smile, breaking his facade like he did every time you were around.
“I think crop tops suit you, you know. I’m gonna ask Jubilee to buy you some.” you comment, smile widening at the way his body responds to your touch. His warm breath fans over your face as he lets out a huff, a hand hesitantly coming down to place itself on the small of your back, testing the waters.
You pretend not to notice.
“And what do I gain in this, exactly?” he asks, voice raspy and unusually quiet for him. He’s Warren, after all. Biting down on your lower lip in thought, you tap your chin, humming a little.
“My gratitude?” you reply, letting your lips brush against his ever so slightly. You smile at the way his breath hitches.
“Okay.” he whispers, trying to calm the racing of his heart. It doesn’t help that you’re wearing his clothes - and that he can smell himself on you.
“Come on, let’s show the others the result.” you tug on his arm, pulling him out of the closet and towards your awaiting friends.
This dare was going to be the death of him.
You were going to be the death of him.
But for the first time in his life, Warren Worthington III was more than okay with letting his walls down.