Be careful.

I wanted to be. Well, more like knew that I had to than wanted. But Warren's hands were on my body pushing Mage's words further and further away from my conscience... I couldn't even remember why this was wrong when it felt so right.

His lips so hot on my neck... I'd never felt like this before. So out of breath, like I was reaching somewhere, on the verge of... Something. My mind was all fuzzy, a thousand thoughts flying by and no matter how I tried I couldn't hold on to a single one of them. To compensate this brain numbness, my body was on high alert, responding to him in ways that I hadn't even known of, much less experienced until now.

I felt my skin go up in flames. The hard muscles of his thigh pressing right between mine. The intense pressure building up inside me was almost too much to bear.

"Warren!", and yes, maybe that came out a little too loud, but I just felt like screaming. I didn't know what toI was asking for, but I hoped Warren would.

"Shhh", he wrapped one arm under the back of my thighs sliding me up the pole. "You know," his raspy, throaty voice tickling my ear, "Hyper-hearing is not so uncommon in a school for people with superpowers." He wrapped my leg around his waist and I gasped at the new sensation of him pressed hard against me this intimately. "Be quiet," I felt his thumb caressing my lips and I tugged at his T-shirt wishing for the first time of my life, I had super strength so I could just rip it right off him.

"Uh-uh", he took my hand , "we can't take off our clothes here." I moaned in complaint and I felt him smile on my skin. "But I can take care of you..." He gripped my bottom pressing me harder against him. "If you want." I gasped. "Is that what you want?" His other hand crept behind my back to unclasp my bra. Now my back was free for his fingers to graze up and down my spine. "Will you let me get you off?"

I moaned. I wasn't quite sure what he meant, but at that point I would've taken anything he offered. He nibbled at my ear. "What was that?"

"Warren," I pleaded.

"Say it and I'll get you to the best orgasm of your life," he promised and he smoothed his hand up my thigh to reach the buttons of my shorts.

"The first," I murmured, half-mindedly and I jerked when his fingers grazed the outside of my shorts. They remained there for a moment too long. Seconds passed, he didn't recede, but didn't go on either.

"Layla?" He whispered. I swayed my hips up and down marvelled by the glorious feeling of his erection against me. He groaned. "What was that you said?"

"Uhmm.."

He brought his hand to my chin and brought my face level to his. "Open your eyes, Layla." Slowly, I did so. I smiled, blushing at the sight of his flushed face. It took me two seconds too long to notice that although he was still aroused, the muscles of his face were somehow stiff, his eyes boring into me, questioningly.

He had asked me something. But what was it? Think, Layla, think. This was apparently very important to him. I tried to regain control of my body while slowly coming back to the reality of the moment. The empty gym. A building full of students. The soft murmurs, distant coughs and pencils falling and rolling on the floor echoing through the corridors. Warren had asked something. I searched for the question in his eyes. He sighed.

"So it's true." It wasn't a question anymore. He glanced from my dishevelled clothes to my hair. With a faint smile on his lips, he brought his hand to take a strand that was hanging between my eyes and tuck it behind my ear. His eyes were apologetic and almost guilty as he slowly put me down on my feet.

I was grateful he didn't let go of me completely, but kept his arm firmly around my waist, keeping me in balance. My legs felt wobbly, my hands were shaking, my mind numb and confused. Why had we stopped? I tried to trace back to the words we'd just said. It's true. What is?

The rest of the day went by in a blur. My mind barely registered what was happening around me. Minutes passed. He held me until I regained strength. The bell rang. Magenta and the guys came to practise with us. Warren said to practise in pairs. He avoided touching me for the rest of the day, only looking at me when he was giving instructions. Magenta finished practise achieving a very decent full and a half flag circle, her legs gracefully descending as her feet touched the floor. Zach, Ethan and I failed miserably.

Next chappie and apologies coming right away.