Disclaimer:
Warren: Hey, babe, i'm yours for the night...
Lash: no, you so aint, she doesn't own you.
Me: Dont i?
Warren: Oh, no you dont!
Me: Sigh
Okay, this is a one-shot 'cos I was bored. Both people in it are probably out of character but I don't care, you don't like it?
Don't bother reading it.
At first I wasn't sure that he'd really said what he had. I wasn't sure if I'd imagined it, which is what I normally would have assumed, except that the look in his eyes as he watched me fro my reaction was too intense, too…real to be real.
Yet I knew it was.
He had said it.
Lash loved me
Me.
Warren Peace.
Resident pyrokinetic and all round hot head.
Me.
The guy he'd been seeing for a year, the guy he'd first kissed when it was raining and they were sitting in a park bench in the dark, rain mostly evaporating off of us because of the heat I felt when he kissed me, when he touched me.
He loved me.
Around him, my whole character changed. His passion and mean streaks subdued my normally fire like temper.
He brought out the best in me, even if he didn't know it.
And I loved him too.
But a flicker of doubt crossed his face as I realised that I had just stood there and stared at him.
My face broke out into the smile he calls dazzlingly devastating and I almost ran the distance between us,
Our lips met in a rush of frenzied activity and his hands clutched at my dark hair, rain soaked as it was. My own arms were around him, holding him close. We stood there in the heart of the storm and our kisses power and electricity rivalled that of the lightning.
There you go, I know its crap but I don't care, I was bored when I wrote it and this pairing won't get out of my damned head.