Premiere: Flying In [Warren, Alison]

[Alison Blaire]

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It seemed like an eternity before the make-up and wardrobe people had finished their jobs, and both Alison and Warren were finally ready to leave. After thanking everyone for their time and help, Alison left the hotel room and went to the next door. The door which connected the two rooms from the inside had been closed when it was time for Alison to undress, which was neither a relief nor a disappointment in Alison's view. It just made sense not to have Warren be there to see Alison in her underwear with so many people around. The other men, it didn't really matter, because it was impossible to determine the straight, single men of the make-up and wardrobe people from the married and/or gay men, and Alison just generally trusted that none of them were interested in her.

Knowing that Warren must have been finished for some time now, Alison knocked on the door to his room and waited for an answer. She glanced down at the bottom of her gown, where the soft white satin folds went out from the hourglass gown. It was more likely to get underfoot because of it's design, and Alison would have to be careful that she didn't step on it.

The caution was worth it, though. The gown was beautiful, one of the most gorgeous she'd ever worn. And yet it wasn't obnoxiously flashy. It was a simply white satin, with no decoration other than a taupe satin ribbon that grasped the gown at the knee, seeming to be what caused the bunch in the fabric. Another taupe ribbon around her neck tied into a bow at the side, directly over her shoulder. It had saved a lot of money on being lent a necklace, though it was an expense that could easily have been paid, and would have, without a second thought. But the expense had more than been paid in the earrings that she wore - white gold in the shape of hearts, with golden pearls hanging below.

Her heels were expensive as well, which was another reason why she'd rather not trip during the course of the evening. They were taupe satin as well, with draping diamonds and beads hanging from a strap across the ankle. Stepping backwards carefully in those heels, she tucked a curl behind her ear as she waited for the door to open.

Waiting for a girl to finish getting ready? Boring. Waiting for a girl to have thirty people fuss over making sure she was ready? Even more boring. Warren was used to taking a while to get dressed. But he'd been waiting for what seemed an eternity by the time the knock came on his door (he'd managed to kick everyone out when it came time to change into his suit pants, thankfully - even that one hairdresser who had been flirting with him all afternoon).

As he opened the door, his eyes slid up and down Alison's figure, and he couldn't keep the smile off his face.

"Wow. You look amazing." Now he was even more nervous about their grand entrance... What if he messed up and tore her dress or something?

"Not that you didn't look gorgeous before, of course." He felt rather underdressed, now, though the grey suit had seemed just fine when he'd tried it on back in her apartment. Now he was wondering if black would have been a better idea, just to make the contrast between them even more obvious. But he didn't have another suit there, not having wanted to bother with changing his mind - and his clothes - six times until everyone was satisfied.

[Alison Blaire]

Alison glowed at his compliment – though not literally, of course, she’d never risk that with so many pairs of eyes nearby. “I feel amazing,” she said, accepting the compliment in a way that wasn’t arrogant or vain. She certainly felt more confident now that she was adorned in the gorgeous gown and jewels, with her hair perfectly curled and her makeup done to make her face look it’s best when the cameras flashed. It was almost like a security blanket. She finally felt the part.

“You look so handsome--did they let you dress yourself?” she asked with a bubbly sort of giggle as she stepped back so he could leave the room and come out into the hall. She looked down the hall, finding the elevator sign. They were going up to the roof again, as they had the first time he’d introduced Alison to the wonder of flying, atop her apartment building.

"Thankfully." Warren couldn't keep a certain level of dryness out of his tone - it hadn't been easy to convince them that he was capable of managing without breaking one of his 'pretty wings', even though he'd been dressing himself with them involved since the age of thirteen. And he certainly knew more about them than some make up lady.

That thing he'd thought once about maybe being a model? Yeah, somehow it didn't seem quite so fun an idea now.
The lift arrived quickly, and somehow they managed to get in before the various helper-types could dart in after them. He was half expecting that they'd go dashing up the stairs and beat them to the roof. If they even knew that was the plan.

"You sure you don't want to go in the limo? I mean, what if I crush your dress or something?" Yeah, so he was a little nervous. He flew girls around all the time, sure, but they hadn't normally spent like four hours getting done up beforehand.

Alison shook her head. “I want to do it this way. If stuff gets a little messed up, who cares?” Alison knew that the fashion magazines would forgive her in light of her incredible entrance. “It’s more my hair that’ll get messed up, but…” Alison shrugged as the elevator reached the top. “It’ll be worth it.” She flashed him a grin. She had a feeling he might be a little nervous, but it was hard to tell. He could have just been being rational.

The doors opened, and Alison moved to the door that would lead outside. “Is it windy?” she asked, peering through the small window. She picked up the bottom of her gown so it wouldn’t drag on the ground of the roof, and pushed open the door.

"No, it's a beautiful night for it actually. Couldn't have been more perfect if you'd ordered it." He'd spent a lot of waiting time on the balcony, with one of the hairdressers fussing over him and trying to convince him that the windswept look wasn't going to work. Warren refused to let him put some goop in his hair that would make it look like a helmet, though.

"Here, let me." With a grin, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her onto the roof. He took note of how the fabric felt to his hands and made sure that he was holding her tight, not wanting to drop her before they even got into the air.

"Alright, so you know exactly where we're going, right? My eyes aren't much better than normal in the dark." Not that New York was ever truly dark, but whatever.

[Alison Blaire]

Alison looped her arms around his neck, her fingers grasping her other wrist loosely. Her grip would tighten substantially when Warren took off, but for now she only had pre-flight – and pre-premiere – jitters. She was glad to hear that the weather was perfect for flying – she had a vague, insistent knowledge in the back of her mind that birds could be caught in unexpected downdrafts and winds that could send them flying into something.

“Yeah,” she said, peering at the streets far off in front of them. “Start off going that way,” she directed, letting go with one hand and pointing in a general direction. When she replaced her hand, she placed it first on the side of his neck. Her hand slid to rest on his shoulder, then slid back to clasp her other hand behind his neck. It was so thrilling, being with Warren—and it wasn’t all because of the flight, either. She remembered the kiss they’d shared in the back hallway of the studio, after filming her music video…And then later, at her apartment.

She still wondered how things would be different if she hadn’t voiced her goody-two-shoes side, but simply kept kissing him. She wasn’t sure things would be any different at all. Warren just seemed…casual like that. Which was a comfort, but at the same time, made her wonder where she stood with him.

Well, they were ‘taking things slow’. And a brush of the hand was plenty slow, wasn’t it?

As tempting as it was to run and leap off the side of the building with her in his arms, Warren decided to put in the effort to start from a standstill and spread his wings with a grin.

"Alright. You ready?" He didn't wait for an answer before he started flapping his wings, powerful strokes lifting him slightly off the roof and then higher into the air, above the buildings and down in the direction that she'd pointed. He took it slowly, but his wings created currents that were unavoidable - hopefully her hair would end up wisping pleasantly rather than being messed up completely. But it was hard to know what would happen.

"Last chance to change your mind and call another limo." He gave her another cheeky grin, waiting for her next direction.

Alison buried her face shamelessly into Warren’s shoulder as he lifted from the roof, his wings beating the air around them and throwing it against her. As they started to move, and Alison could practically sense the long drop beneath them to the street, she refused to open her eyes or lift her head. Apparently it took more than a couple of times to get over the fear of it. And what with her added nerves for the premiere, her stomach was tied in knots.

She shook her head when he gave her a last chance, taking a deep breath and letting it out, her breath warm against his skin. In fact, every place that her bare skin was close to his may have felt slightly warmer than usual—she was glowing, just faintly, and she wasn’t trying to cover it up. It helped her to feel slightly more calm.

“Just go…” She tried to think of the directions, to picture the city, but she pictured it as it had looked from the roof, which didn’t help any. “Um…it’s, uh…Five blocks…that way…” She lifted an arm and waved it in the general direction. “And then…”

Realizing that her directions were less than helpful, she stopped. She took a deep breath and lifted her head. Though she clung tightly to Warren, she opened her eyes and looked at the city.

It was beautiful. As terrifying as it was to see it from such heights, it was breathtakingly beautiful as well. The very fact that they were flying, which had taken her breath away before, gave her an exhilarated rush. A small smile even formed on her lips. “Follow this street for five blocks, and then you turn left and go three more…Then two more to the North. Then you should be able to see it; it’s the Loews Lincoln Square Theater.”

She was quiet for a moment, then she said in a hushed tone, “It never gets less beautiful, does it?”

[Alison Blaire]

"It'll be ok." He wondered if maybe she hadn't realised that she was glowing because of her nerves, but maybe Alison just wanted to get rid of her excess energy while she had the chance. He could just imagine her slipping in front of the media - and what would happen if she did. Warren wanted to think that things would be ok, but he knew Alison was much more pessimistic about it than him.

He just brushed his lips over her cheek gently in the hopes that it would help.

Well, physical contact always helped him. Why wouldn't it help other people? You didn't have to be dating to appreciate human - mutant - touch.

"And no. It never does. Of course, it is helped out when you've got good company..." He gave her a bit of a cheeky grin.

"I'd say something about you outshining it tonight, but it'd just sound like a corny pickup line."

Alison realized that she must be attracting more attention down below than would already have been attracted by a winged man flying overhead, by glowing the way she was. As she turned her attention to reining in the light, though, she felt Warren’s lips graze her cheek. It gave her a warm, calming feeling completely different from the glow of her skin.

It left her with a lingering wonder. Whether she should expect any more, though mid-air wasn’t exactly the place to focus on such things, and she’d much rather he keep his eyes on where he was going. Kisses on the cheek were common when greeting people, both people whom one knew well, and people who were doing the same thing she was doing, and pretending to know much better than they really did, for show. So she didn’t read into it too much—especially since it was Warren, whom Alison had quickly come to realize was an affectionate man.

Alison laughed softly at what Warren said, looking down at the fabric of her gown, as it was easier to focus there than on the scene far below. She imagined released the sound from her body back to it’s place in the city below, though with the slight amount she’d taken, it wasn’t a noticeable change in volume as her skin returned to it’s inconspicuous state.

Feeling content now that she looked normal – for that was still how she viewed her powers, as being ‘abnormal’, having never been in an environment that nurtured and taught about them – Alison laid her head on Warren’s shoulder. “Did it hurt?” she said next to his ear, not explaining what exactly she was asking about. But she wasn’t the only one with a mutation that brought to mind at least one corny pickup line.

In the context of their conversation, Warren's mind immediately went to the corny, corny pick up line - specifically, to Pauly Shore saying it in the movie BioDome - and he snorted with laughter.

"Of course it didn't hurt, I opened my wings before I hit the ground." He gave her another cheeky grin and winked, looking down at the street below to see how much further they had to go. Not much.

Alison had stopped glowing. He wasn't entirely sure whether to be happy about that or not. There was obviously still an internal conflict that he needed to work out.

"So that's it below then?" He nodded down to the street, where a limousine was pulling up outside the theatre. A few butterflies fluttered around in his stomach, but Warren reminded himself that he'd fought the Brotherhood and come out of it fine, so surely he could manage a few reporters.

"Are you ready?" Time for the impressive entrance. He chewed his bottom lip nervously and wondered whether to swoop down dramatically or set down slowly. Probably the latter - he didn't want Alison's agent coming after him with a pitchfork for putting the star in danger.

Alison was surprised to see that the silver limo she was supposed to be riding in was next in line when they arrived. She placed a hand on Warren’s chest, though being in the air still made her want to cling to him tightly. She watched as Bobby and Paige got out first, and gave them time to moved a little bit down the carpet. As the limo pulled away, she spoke. “Alright, let’s do this.” She actually sounded excited rather than afraid.

She slid her arms loosely around his neck once more and turned her head toward his. She tilted her head and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you so much for this,” she said, though she’d thanked him a few times throughout the day already.