COMPLETED 🔐
Not everyone can control their powers, not everyone can change their past. She's the icy cold unpredictable girl that people fear but really she's misunderstood. That's how they got on so well, he is her angel and she is his. ----- no b...
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Two months passed and slowly very slowly you joined back into the training - everyone was protective over you; keeping an eye on you when you strike at the attackers watching to see when you'll snap and break like a delicate glass flower.
You lay squeaky clean from your shower the scent of your shampoo still fresh mingling with the sweet smell of the soap. You lay exhausted from the training a few minutes before - you gave it your all surprising yourself even. You had no energy to properly dress instead you pulled on your bathrobe and fuzzy socks. Your muscles ached and groaned as you pulled the covers closer around you closing your eyes.
A weight shifted the bed, and you peeked through squinted eyes to see Warren, he too showered you deduced from his golden locks damp, and his skin was glowing still as if he just stepped out. Warren also was dressed comfortably wearing loose grey sweatpants and a baggy white tee. You mumbled a quick hello groaning as you lifted the comfy covers allowing your angel to snuggle in next to you. Warren let out a deep sigh as he snuggled closer to you, his head lay on your chest his eyes closed, and a smile painted on his cherubic face.
Warren snuggled closer to you breathing in your scent, a moan escapes his lips as your hand gently glided over his feathers - you knew how sensitive his wings were and only you had the honour of causing him such pleasure from a single touch on the pristine white feathers. You giggled softly before your hand stroked the top of his wings your hand rested there making circles with your finger along the feathers; Warren shivered involuntarily but closed his eyes nonetheless. "Just a small nap angel boy we have to be at your dorm later for whatever Scott has planned." Warren groaned, "Can't we stay here in bed." "maybe" Sudden energy overtook you, and you sat up in a haze. Warren groaned as the comfort of your embrace left, a small laugh escaped your mouth, and you rolled out of bed Warren huffed and reached for your hand his lips a pout.
You rushed to the bathroom rifling through draws until....voila! You found it. You peered back into the room where Warren lay faced towards the ceiling his eyes shut, holding the product you leapt back into the warmth of the bed collapsing on top of Warren. Warren peered through one eye, a grin on his lips as you hovered above him your h/c hair flowed tickling him. Warren laughed his hand on your lower back as he started peppering your neck with kisses trailing up and down your jaw you moaned your spare hand ruffled his blonde curls, you pulled back Warren followed mid-kiss leaving the soft tingle of his lips on your neck. You sat up, so you were straddling him, you reached next to him were hidden in the blankets was the small tube of clay mask meanwhile Warren stared at you with heart eyes and a lopsided smile. You squeezed the cool baby blue mixture onto your fingers before looking back at Warren, "make me beautiful princess" he reassured.
You grinned before playfully placing the mixture onto his angelic face, "not like you need any help" you gingerly smeared the clay mask onto his face your fingers softly traced his supple skin until it was veiled by the mask; tracing the tattoos that framed his face and tracing his strong jawline. You giggle seeing your boyfriend with a face mask and seeing your reaction Warren waggled his eyebrows at you. You leant down to reach your angel's lips; he tugged on your lips eagerly which you responded to just a much enthusiasm.
In the heat of the battle between your lips and his you were taken aback as a cold substance smeared on your face, "angel!" You gasped pulling away mid-kiss to see Warren with a smirk his hand cradled your face as he painted your soft s/c skin with the clay. Warmth attacked your face seeing how parts of his mask had even slightly smeared off and how there were hints of it on your lips and neck. Warren relaxed as he gently massaged the mask onto your skin. His fingers lingered on your cheek, "thank you" he mumbled you raised a pertly sculpted eyebrow "For what?" "For being you. The best thing that ever happened to me and the universe." "You're my universe Ren" you whispered into his ear before teasingly dodging a kiss hoping of your bed and padding to the bathroom where you exited with a damp cloth and wiped the mask of you and Warrens face.
"Sleepy" you mumbled under your breath Warren chuckled as he scooped you into his arms and you curled into his side his legs intertwined with your legs. You dozed off to the sound of Warrens breaths in time with your own. Your arms snuck under the hem of Warrens shirt where your hand rested on his warm skin; he fell asleep to you tracing patterns on his chest.
