4748/Voice of an Angel

Voice of an Angel
Date of Scene:	15 January 2021
Location:	Recreation Room
Synopsis:	Warren and Kitty test out the new karaoke machine.
Cast of Characters:	Kitty Pryde, Warren Worthington

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Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty's earing a pair of jeans and a black sweater with a cat on the stomach. It's a delightfully soft sweater, the kind that you rub your sleeve against your face the first few times that you wear it because it's so soft!

She walks into the room, feet clad in warm socks. The sunlight coming through the windows shines on her, causing Kitty to stop and glance out at the snowy landscape outside. In her hands she's carrying a tray with a pair of mugs, steaming as they give the aroma of hot chocolate. There are also a few chocolate-covered cookies on a plate.

Kitty continues over to take a seat on one of the more comfortable loveseats. The tray goes on the coffee table in front of her, but she doesn't start in on the contents yet, glancing around as if waiting for someone.

Warren Worthington has posed:
Following behind Kitty by about a minute, Warren makes his way into the rec room as well. He is dressed in something that looks remarkably similar to the clothes he has worn the day before, and before that...almost as if he hasn't managed to make it home for a fresh set. Maybe he just tossed the jeans and button up shirt he wears into the laundry here to wash?

He heads over to where Kitty sits straight away, taking a deep breath to inhale the scent of the cookies and hot chocolate, "Smells good, Kat. You will have to teach me your secret."

Warren sits down in the space next to Kitty on the loveseat, adjusting his wings as best as he can to fit into the chair and reaches out for a cookie.

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty leans over nearer to Warren as he sits down. "The cookies require a bit of extra care," she says, "When opening the box so you don't scrape your fingers on the cardboard." She flashes him a grin and then says, "Though I did use condensed milk with the hot chocolate so that at least has a little originality in it."

She glances around the room. "No one here," she comments, not the most common of occurrences when classes aren't currently underway. Kitty leans over and brushes a quick peck to Warren's cheek. "Don't care who sees anyway," she tells him with a soft smile.

She picks up one of the mugs and offers it over to Warren before getting her own. "So, what are the chances of a girl getting someone to serenade her around here?" she asks Warren, looking side-eyed at the karaoke machine.

Warren Worthington has posed:
Accepting the cup, Warren lifts it to his lips and blows at the surface to cool it down, "Well considering I am wearing the same clothes I came here in a few days ago, someone might just get an idea in there head that I haven't been home anyway. I should keep some things here in a guest room."

The Angel looks over to Kitty and winks, placing a hand on her thigh and giving it a pat, "Pretty good I think since there isn't an audience to heckle. Shall I give the lady choice of song?"

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty Pryde shares a soft smile with Warren. "Shoot, half of them can just read it in my face I'm sure," she tells him as she leans over against the taller man. Kitty blows on the surface of her hot chocolate as well, making a little clear spot through the foam on top as she cools the liquid before taking a sip.

"Hmm, my choice?" Kitty says of music. It leaves her looking thoughtful for a few moments as she reaches out to get a pair of the cookies, one offered over to Warren. "I think... Oh, I don't know. Something you'd like for me to hear?" she asks him. Kitty gives a warm laugh. "See I get to put you on the spot this way," she says, giving little blinks of her eyelashes as if innocent.

Warren Worthington has posed:
"Ah...the masterful tactic of having someone else make the choice so you don't have to. Dirty pool, Pryde. Dirty pool," jokes Warren as he takes a sip from the hot chocolate and then proceeds to dunk the cookie into it as well and take a bite.

"Well, they may suspect, sure. But they can't confirm anything...well, unless Logan is around. Or Jean. Or Emma. Or Charles..." Warren shrugs, "Or any of the others with enhanced senses or telepathic abilities. Though if they are using those abilities I fear for what they might see in you mind's eye, Kat....and it would serve them right."

Setting down the coca and cookie onto the table, Warren stands. "My choice huh..something I would want you to hear? Now see, I could take that in two ways. I could be all romantic and find some sappy love song, or I can be the funny one and pick something like 'The Bad Touch by the Bloodhound Gang...but I am thinking you are expecting more of the former."

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty breaks out in a warm laugh. "Is it bad that I'd want to make them blush at what they picked up?" Kitty says. Though her own cheeks color just a bit as well. Kitty clears her throat. "Well, anyone but the Frost woman anyway," she says, momentarily looking a bit harder.

Though that fades under the pleasantness of her present company. Another gentle laugh is brought to her face. "Well, you'd probably succeed with either. Making me laugh, or..." she says, touching over her heart to indicate the other. She glances around the Rec Room. "Well, since it's just us, maybe the romantic one while I can enjoy it?" she says, reaching over to give Warren's hand a warm squeeze.

Warren Worthington has posed:
Walking over to the karaoke machine Warren scrolls through the absurdly huge amount of songs that are available to sing, glancing over at Kitty, "Damn, woman. You put every song ever known to man on this thing. How in hell are we supposed to narrow down a song choice?" Finally something catches his eye, a grin slowly forming as he punches in the code for the selected tune and grabs the wireless microphone.

The winged mutant slowly makes his way back over towards Kitty, reaching up to undo the first few buttons of his shirt as he brushes his fingers through the blonde locks of his hair. Softly the opening notes of Robbie Williams's 'Angels' start to play as Warren takes position in front of Kitty, foot lifting to rest on the armrest of her chair as he leans in to stare her in the eyes as words start to fall from his lips in a honeyed baritone.

I sit and wait
Does an angel contemplate my fate
And do they know
The places where we go
When we're grey and old
'Cause I have been told
That salvation lets their wings unfold...

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty laughs softly and says, "There's playlists you can sort by, or search by artist, genre, title. I can't help it there's millions of songs out there!" She grins then as he comes over and starts undoing buttons on his shirt. "Oh my. One of those kind of songs!" she says, sitting up on the chair she's on, kneeling up high to be closer to his height.

The young woman grins as he serenades her, swaying to the music as Warren sings to her, and looking up into his eyes. She glances around, making sure there aren't students about, reaching out to tease at his exposed chest, but just for a moment before pulling back. The longer he sings, the more the amusement gives way to warmer emotions that shine up at the older mutant.

Warren Worthington has posed:
As the song continues Warren looks down into those brown eyes of Kitty's and reaches a hand out to brush the backs of his fingers gently along her cheek

So when I'm lying in my bed
Thoughts running through my head
And I feel the love is dead
I'm loving angels instead...

He leans down between stanzas and quickly places his lips to hers in a peck before he stands back up and starts to wander the rec room like it is a stage, giving his concert for the audience of one.

And through it all she offers me protection
A lot of love and affection
Whether I'm right or wrong
And down the waterfall
Wherever it may take me
I know that life won't break me
When I come to call, she won't forsake me
I'm loving angels instead..."

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty Pryde leans her head into Warren's hand, her cheek softly nuzzling back against his touch. The young woman is pretty much melting as she's serenaded, her heart beating more quickly as he leans down to give her that soft kiss. She lets out a happy sigh and sinks back into the chair a bit more, legs drawn up at her side as Warren wanders the Rec Room like he were at Wembley.

She reaches into a back pocket of her jeans and pulls out a lighter, which she lights and holds up, swaying her arm slightly back and forth in time to the song, before breaking out in a grin and putting the lighter away. Kitty clasps both hands over her heart as she shines a smile at the blond-haired angel.

Warren Worthington has posed:
Tossing a wink over his shoulder at Kitty as he moves around the room, Warren eventually makes his way back over to her as he continues to sing through the song once again putting his foot up on the arm of the chair and leaning in to stare at her.

When I'm feeling weak
And my pain walks down a one way street
I look above
And I know I'll always be blessed with love
And as the feeling grows
She breathes flesh to my bones
And when love is dead
I'm loving angels instead...

As the breaks into the final chorus, Warren climes into the chair, positioning himself in her lap like a lounge singer on a piano might as he bats his eyes up at her, holding the last note for a moment before giving her another wink and a grin.

"I'm loving angels insteaaaaaaad....."

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty's head tilts back as she lets out a joyous laugh as Warren hams it up with her and settles across her lap. Her hands brush across his torso, fingers one on hand finding where his shirt is unbuttoned to tease over his chest.

As he reaches the finally, Kitty digs into a pocket again, wriggling beneath Warren to get her hand in. She pulls out a dollar bill which she holds up and then slides it down halfway into the waistband of his pants.

After, Kitty just smiles, looking up into the man's beautiful blue eyes. As the song finishes, she leans up to press a kiss to his lips, hand moving to rest her fingers on the back of his neck. A sweet, loving kiss. When it finally breaks, she says, "I really hope the kids don't get this much enjoyment from the karaoke machine." She gives him a teasing grin.

Warren Worthington has posed:
Grinning from ear to ear, Warren shuffles off back over to the machine to put the microphone back on the charger. "Why not? They deserve some fun too, right? Besides, it was totally innocent."

As he fishes the dollar out of the waistband of his jeans, He snaps the bill and puts it into his pocket, "See, you really should have saved your dollar for when I was shaking it to George Michael's 'I want your sex.' Now that, that might just have to wait for a more private setting."

He makes his way back over to the chairs, flopping himself down into the one next to Kitty and retrieving his hot coca to take a sip, "So, Pryde...I think it is your turn."

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty's eyes follow Warren. Shining with much the same light they did when they shared the New Years Eve kiss, watching as he sits down in the chair beside hers. She reaches over to rest her fingers in his hand, giving the gentlest of squeezes. "Oh I think it would be nice," she tells him, and then slowly stands up. "If I could touch your body," she whispers with a grin, fingers leaving his to brush up his arm and over his shoulder before she moves out of range, over to get the microphone and go through the songs on the tablet.

The young woman scrolls through a few songs. Scrolling down, swiping to the side, scrolling again. She breaks out in a smile and selects one, then walks over and takes a seat on the arm of Warren's chair.

Soft, beautiful piano music starts up, just gently played chords as Kitty brings the microphone nearer to her lips.

  Spend all your time waiting
  For that second chance
  For a break that would make it okay
  There's always some reason
  To feel not good enough
  And it's hard at the end of the day

  I need some distraction
  Or a beautiful release
  Memories seep from my veins
  Let me be empty
  Oh and weightless and maybe
  I'll find some peace tonight

Kitty reaches the end of the verses and comes to the chorus. She reaches down to rest a hand on Warren's shoulder as she looks into his eyes, singing from her heart.

  In the arms of the Angel
  Fly away from here
  From this dark cold hotel room
  And the endlessness that you fear

  You are pulled from the wreckage
  Of your silent reverie
  You're in the arms of the Angel
  May you find some comfort here

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Warren Worthington has posed:
Waggling his brow at Kitty as she speaks the first few lines of that song, he returns the squeeze to the hand and lifts it to his lips to press against the back of it for a moment before it trails off across his shoulders. "I think that can be arranged," he quietly tells her with a look in his eyes that is part fondness and part lascivious. "I'll earn my dollar."

The winged mutant leans back in his chair as she moves off to select her song, the first few notes of the piano bringing instant recognition before they lyrics kick in. "I always hated that they used this song for the ASPCA. I can't hear it without thinking of sad puppies..."

But then Kitty starts to sing, and he looks up at her, placing a hand on her leg and smiles, whispering out a quiet "I think you may have just redeemed it..." as she looks down at him.

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Hazel eyes taken on a warmth. The connection that can be made just sharing a gaze is a beautiful thing, with a moment like now standing in testimony to that fact. Kitty's eyes hold to Warren's as she sings through the next verse. The lyrics can only hint at what her eyes speak while she sings.

Eventually she comes back around to the final chorus again. Kitty slips off of the chair's arm to sit in Warren's lap. She takes his hand, encouraging his arms about her as she sings the final stanzas.

  In the arms of the Angel
  Fly away from here
  From this dark cold hotel room
  And the endlessness that you fear

  You are pulled from the wreckage
  Of your silent reverie
  You're in the arms of the Angel
  May you find some comfort here

  You're in the arms of the Angel
  May you find some comfort here.

Kitty turns off the microphone and leans over to give Warren a slow, tender kiss. In the middle of that kiss, a slow clap starts up. "Wow, Miss Pryde, that was awesome. Great singing too," Hambone says from the doorway, causing Kitty to sit up quickly, cheeks flushing. "James," she says to the student, and realizing she's still in Warren's lap, she stands up again, smoothing her clothing out. "We were just trying out the new karaoke that Warren brought," she explains.

"Mmm hmmm," Hambone says quietly.

Warren Worthington has posed:
Returns the kiss, hand moving up to slip behind her neck as he leans into it, his eyes closing until the slow clap starts. As Kitty's flushes and bolts upright then gets off his lap, her prompt reaction causes the winged mutant a moment of levity as he chuckles honestly as he looks over towards Hambone, "Hey there. Did you want to give it a try?"

Warren looks up to Kitty and semi-stage whispers, "Think he was watching during that whole 'I want your sex' bit?" as he gives her her a amused wink.

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Warren really knows how to accentuate Kitty's blush. "No," she tells him, though it sounds about 75% sureness and 25% hope. Hambone shuffles into the room. "Nah. I save my singing for the shower. Ladies want to hear me? Well..." he says, giving Warren a knowing nod, as if playboy to playboy.

Kitty manages to keep her groan inaudible and she turns off the microphone and carries it over to set in its cradle next to the machine. Hambone motions towards the television. "Mind if I play some Call of Duty?" he asks. Kitty waves him towards it. "Sure. Go ahead," she tells him. "Now that you're homework's done, right?"

Hambone smiles and nods. "Yep, you bet Miss Pryde," he says. Lying through his teeth as he sits down and grabs a controller. Just as Kitty's blush is ending, Hambone adds, "Don't let me interrupt if you want to get back to-"

"James!" Kitty says, silencing Hambone though he has a smile as he launches into Blood Gulch or whatever the latest map is called.

Warren Worthington has posed:
"Why Ms. Pryde..what a lovely shade of red that is. I didn't know you could turn that color." Warren grins, reveling in amusement at her embarrassment. Warren watches her move over to put the microphone back and turns to look at Hambone, "Shower singer, huh? Look at you with the moves, but if I recall the showers here aren't co-ed. Just wait until you hit college." Warren grins to the kid, motioning over towards the TV. "Knock yourself out my man. I think we are done with the singing for now."

He is about to say something else when Hamnbone makes his comment and Kitty silences him..whatever he was about to say is lost in laughter, "I think we are good for now. Now unless you want Kat to pick up that controller and school you, I think maybe you should focus on the game."

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Hambone replies about the state of the non-mixing of genders in the showers. "Not yet. But just wait. The petition signature list is growing," he says knowingly, nodding his head without taking his eyes off the TV.

Kitty moves back over to Warren, to give him a little swat on the arm, though not hard enough to hurt. She takes a seat back on the arm of his chair though, just resting her hand on Warren's arm. "So, thanks for the karaoke machine. It'll be nice to have something more interactive than the video games," she tells him. Not like Kitty isn't as much a video game nerd as the students are.

"So Emma is having a thing tonight. I'm still not quite sure what her plans are. Dance? Or, party with food?" she says, giving a shrug of her shoulders. She lowers her voice to where Hambone won't hear her. "I don't trust that woman," she says, lips pressing together tightly.

Warren Worthington has posed:
Warren Worthington laughs, shaking his head at Hambone in amusement. "Yeah, I can't see Jean ever letting that one fly. Ever. When it was just the few of us the hormones around were bad enough, now?! I can't even imagine."

The swat makes Warren turn and grin up at her, giving a wink and blowing her a kiss. "You're welcome, Ms. Pryde. I am sure it will be put to good use. Between the DDR, Karaoke and all the other forms of entertainment around her there is a plethora of options."

He raises a brow, "Frost is holding something tonight? Are you going...or should I say are we going? Maybe we should just to keep an eye on her. I don't exactly trust her myself, though Jean seems to for whatever reason."

He sighs, "I may have had an invite to the Avengers mansion since I donated a truckload of ice cream to them for a little thing they are having, but I would rather spend time with you. Maybe I can hit both...or neither depending on our plans."

He reaches in and pulls out the dollar she placed in his waistband, slipping it into her hand.

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty brushes her fingers back and forth over Warren's arm. As if using that touch to help center herself. "I should probably go to the school event. If you'd like to come and are able, I'd love to have you there of course," she tells Warren. "But if you need to go over to the Avengers Mansion, can't say that I'd blame you for choosing Captain America and Tony Stark over the alternative."

Kitty leans over and brushes a soft kiss into Warren's golden hair atop his head. "Figured I'd maybe grab a few things to take back. Just move things a bit at a time," she says.

Warren Worthington has posed:
Warren Worthington nods, leaning up to press his lips to hers Hambone be damned. "Alright. I'll go with you, and maybe if things seem decent I will fly over to the Avengers for an appearance. As impressive as Cap and Tony are, they invited to my hot tub." He winks, making motions to stand, "Of course. We can take our time, no rush to move things all at once. Shall we?"