ooc: Warning for two healthy adults engaging in night time activities. Sex. Not Monopoly. Somehow I just don't see playing Monopoly with a millionaire could lead to anything but a headache...

Paige shouldn't be surprised. Deep down she knew this was exactly what the press was going to latch onto. Not all the good that the Mutants sans Frontiers had done or the expansion of the program to various institutes are North America. No, what the press corps had deemed newsworthy was Warren's relationship with her and they really needed to have someone check their facts. She was from Kentucky, not Tennessee, and twenty, not barely over eighteen.

Their comments made her bristle and clutch the throw pillow tighter as she glared at the television, watching the various paparazzi clips splash on the screen. "I don't know why you watch this," Warren stated, alerting her that he was home. "It only riles you."

Paige tilted her head back, glancing behind her. "I thought ya liked me riled?"

He chuckled. "Point."

She turned her attention back to the news as he began shrugging off his jacket. "An' they've got their facts all wrong. Ya'd think the least they could do is check those before releasin' a story." The program switched to another story and Paige sighed, curling her feet under her body. "They didn't even say anythin' about the foundation."

Warren sat down on the sofa beside her, tugging his tie loose. "Sex will always be more a more entertaining story than charity, Paige."



"Ain't right," she murmured, staring at the screen. "How's the world supposed to get better if'n people ain't willin' to hear about what's goin' on?"

"Obviously we need a way of mixing sex with charity," Warren suggested, and Paige batted away the feathers tickling her neck.

She glared. "I know what you're tryin' to pull, Mister."

Warren did that annoyingly lazy smile of his and rested back against the sofa, wings folding behind him. "There is only so much anyone can do about the press, Paige. Mostly you roll with it and see how it can be used to your advantage." He grasped her hand and tugged her over to him. "Part of dating a Worthington I'm afraid."

"I'll deal." She smiled, letting him move her so that she was straddling him. "I still think they should at least mention the foundation. I mean that's what I was doin' all those press meetin's about an'--" It was hard to keep her train of thought as his fingers undid the buttons of her blouse. "--at least that one article mentioned it before tryin' to ask all those personal questions. They ain't focusin' on the important things!"

"Hmmm." He pushed open the blouse, fingers trailing over the straps of her bra.

"Ya ain't listenin' to a word I say, are ya?" Paige sighed, letting her blouse fall to the floor.

"Honey, as much as I adore when you rant about public relations I believe there may be a better way to spend our evening." It was hard to come up with an argument when Warren began kissing her shoulder.

"Maybe I could be persuaded." Warren's hands moved to her back, sliding up until he reached the clasp of her bra. He was always entirely too skilled at undoing it. "I feel like you're wearin' entirely too many clothes, War."

He laughed against her neck as she began vigorously unbuttoning his shirt. "How anyone could ever consider you to be a wilting flower I'll never know."

"It's that whole myth about damsels in distress or somethin'. Never understood it." Paige grinned and then whimpered as his tongue pressed roughly against her nipple. "An' ya want me to shut up now, don't ya?"

Warren smirked and pulled her down, kissing her as he rose, causing her to wrap her legs around him to stop from falling. Paige shivered, goosebumps rising on her exposed skin as they moved through the penthouse. He had one arm around her waist and the other in her hair as the doors to the bedroom opened, his mouth back on her neck. "I think we're both entirely too overdressed at the moment, Paige."

It was her turn to laugh as he placed her down on their bed, trademark sparkle in his eyes. His wings unfolded and she was lost for a moment in their expansive length. They always seemed like they went on forever. Her train of thought was hopelessly broken as he tugged her pants and panties off and she resumed helping, kicking them to the floor. "Now you've got too many clothes," she reminded, pulling at his belt.

He was leaning over her, his mouth on her breast distracting her. "Warren!" she protested, struggling to get his pants undone. He laughed again, feathers tickling her sides and she groaned, giving up and gripped his forearms to steady herself.

"Focus," Warren murmured.

Paige couldn't help but arch her body into his, nor could she repress the noises he always elicited from her. Her hands tightened around his arms and she heard the zipper of his pants followed by the sound of his pants and belt being dropped to the floor. Her breathing quickened as he stared down at her for a moment before kissing her hard. Paige wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back and edging her tongue into his mouth as he adjusted their bodies. Her legs wrapped around him and then he was inside of her.

She gasped, arms tightening around his neck as they began moving together. His mouth was back against her neck, sucking at her pulse as they rose in the air. They never quite managed to stay on the ground. Paige laughed and then moaned as he nipped her shoulder, his wings moving in time to their thrusts.

Paige came with a cry and pressed her face into his neck, holding on tightly as he continued to move. After a few moments he groaned into her neck and she held on as they glided back down to the bed. She wiped the hair from her face and tried to get control of her breathing.

Warren propped himself up on his elbows. "Much better than fretting over press, hmm?" he asked, and she swatted at his shoulder.

"Ya just think you're so cute, don't ya?"

He batted his eyes and rolled off of her and out of range. She couldn't help but laugh as his wings bent towards her, tickling her side. "Shower an' then let's eat," she told him, pushing herself up. "If'n you're lucky maybe I'll let ya have a second helpin' of desert."