<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSXJ_qsTspmIFV8HCtlGIF6gvSNP16htmZuz9HlCNeCMeSwNpDR)</div><strong>Code Name</strong>: Archangel<br/><strong>Real Name</strong>: Warren Worthington III<br/><strong>Location</strong>: The Hallway<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Monday the 7th of September (2015) - 11:25 am<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Wanda<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Anything goes<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>:<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRUGOJsBuqdoPw0qVCHg3zbwCrQcUQHRfc2CVY8NHpPhUetJshP)</div></div><br/><br/>Her tongue surprised him, making him start.  He felt her changing and relaxed his wings to give her space.  He craned his neck as her face moved away from his and the way it changed fascinated him.  He leaned into her, closing his eyes and  inhaling her scent as he buried his face in her fur.  She was so soft....<br/><br/>His arms were around her thighs, his face buried between her hips, inches away from some very sensitive areas.  Had he the opportunity he might have run his fingers through her lush fur, perhaps even exploring how far she would let his hands travel but he looked up when she spoke.<br/><br/>"One way to find out," he said.  He released her reluctantly.  "I'll meet you outside.  No doubt some of the others heard it too but if anyone needs to get to a hospital, the only faster way to get them there would be Kurt or Quicksilver."  He headed out into the hall with Wanda on his heels.  Her long legs allowed her to move faster than most but his wings, in the wide corridor, gave him a distinct advantage once he reached the nearest exit.<br/><br/>He circled the accident scene for a moment, looking for additional danger.  There was a truck coming along the road but it wouldn't be there for several minutes,  It looked from above as if the ruined car had pulled out into the path of the oncoming SUV.  The driver had certainly paid for her mistake.  Satisfied that the rescuers would not be in danger, he landed near the ruined car.<br/><br/>"Truck coming," he said, blissfully unaware that his lips held the faintest hint of lipstick.  "A mile or so out.  I'll flag it down when it gets close.  How bad is she?  I can get her to a hospital if she's really bad or just call an ambulance for her."<em>If she even survived...</em>