A/N: I think this chapter is a little shorter than some of my others, but I hope you like it all the same. There's a pretty steamy scene in this, so you've been warned! Enjoy. :)
CHAPTER ELEVEN: False Alarm
Warren knocked on Rhianna's door, holding a small bag in his hand and fidgeting nervously, hoping no one was about that night to see him hanging around in the hallway with Trojan condoms stashed away. He couldn't help but grow nervous and excited at the same time.
Pyro hung around the end of the corridor, watching as Warren approached Rhianna's room, obviously in some sort of rush. He grinned wickedly and half ran down the hall, keeping close to the wall.
Rhianna eyed the box of condoms and felt something shoot up her spine, a nervous twitch entwined with a rush of excitement. She could sense that Warren was nervous. Once again his eyes were darting around the room, his hands were shaking. Gently, she took his hands in hers and looked into his bright eyes. "Don't be nervous. Please, don't."
"It's easy for you to-" he began, feeling his nerves become more on edge, causing him to snap. "I'm sorry…it's not your first time, but it is for me."
"Oh, this is just too good," Pyro mumbled to himself as he held his ear to the door, listening in on Warren and Rhianna. "You pathetic prick." He grinned broadly as he heard the distinct noises of two people kissing. Then he heard whispering and something which sounded like a small, dull thump.
Rhianna accepted Warren into her arms, kissing him gently as she did so. He was breathing hard. "It's okay," she whispered. "It's only me."
Slowly, whilst she knelt on the bed, Rhianna pulled off Warren's shirt, taking it gently around his wings. Then she sat behind him and curled her arms around his body, kissing the base of his neck and caressing the white feathers of his wings, letting them slip through her fingers. Her lips crept down onto his wings and immediately she felt Warren shiver and groan.
"Can I tell you something?" Warren asked quietly.
"Of course you can," Rhianna replied, putting her head on his shoulder and holding him tightly, feeling his hands brush down her arms. Warren turned around so he was face to face with her and slid his hand up her cheek, letting his fingers caress her earlobe tenderly. "I love you," he whispered and then leaned in to kiss her lips.
Together, they dropped down onto he bed, kissing and caressing one another, getting fully acquainted with one another's bodies, and then they slowly began to strip off their clothes. Warren's erection was aching badly by now as he pulled off his boxers and slipped his body over Rhianna's, feeling her skin brush against his. Then her hands slipped down his bare chest, edging over the muscled mass and downwards, over his navel and then sliding into his dark curls. Warren groaned loudly, feeling her hand curl around his hardened member.
Warren dipped his head downwards and caught his tongue around Rhianna's nipple, teasing the hard bud. Her hips suddenly jolted upwards as pleasurable sensations cascaded through her highly aroused body, whilst she caught hold of his shoulders.
Pyro was still grinning to himself, waiting outside the door as he held his ear to the glossed wood. He too felt aroused by their moans inside and secretly wished he were in Warren's place right now. He hadn't been with a girl in a few years now and had started secretly yearning for Rhianna. There was something mysterious about her, something fiery, and he wanted her.
Inside the warmth, Rhianna wrapped the sheets around her and Warren, keeping them inside (but mainly because she was so insecure about her body) and then gently, he eased himself into her. Rhianna instantly felt a slight rod of pain, but that soon dissolved away and became nothing but pure ecstasy. Warren's arousal had doubled Rhianna's as her empathic ability made her able to connect with her boyfriend emotionally during this special time for them.
Warren thrust in and out of Rhianna, revelling in his first time of making love to a girl and smiled at her. Then he bent his head down and kissed her passionately. Rhianna still gripped his shoulders, feeling herself coming close to climax, as her own arousal was made stronger by his.
A lone figure stood beneath one of the sprinklers, holding a lighter which he flicked, letting the flame shoot out. Using his fire manipulation ability, he let the flame rise higher until it hit the sprinkler system and set off the alarm system. He smiled evilly, hating Warren Worthington all the more after knowing what he was up to at that precise moment in time.
A loud bell rung through the entire mansion, alerting students to evacuate immediately. Students run about the halls dressed in their pyjamas, scurrying to the nearest exit. Storm, Logan, Hank and Kurt soon appeared, checking all bedrooms and dormitories for any children left. The ringing was now becoming so loud that the kids could hardly hear themselves shouting over the annoying, ringing nuisance.
"Walk slowly," Storm called out, fighting for her voice to be heard over the blasting siren, following the younger students out of the mansion, trying not to get too wet by the sprinklers which had all been tripped and were spraying water furiously. All lights suddenly turned off which was a normal operation whilst water jetted out to avoid any electrical problems.
Logan had since gone around rooms, checking exactly where the fire had started even though as soon as the alarms rung, a message was sent through to the local fire service.
Stupid kids, tripped the system again. Second time this year.
Rhianna and Warren had since shot up from the bed, sighing and mumbling in irritation as they raced to get dressed again. "It's probably the kids playing around again. They set the system off just after I got here," Warren shouted in annoyance over the ringing racket as he pulled on his boots and raced to the door, opening it for Rhianna.
"One condom wasted," Rhianna mumbled as she walked off in front and then slipped her fingers through Warren's as he approached.
"Are you two deaf?" Logan bawled as he saw Warren and Rhianna suddenly emerge from her room. "Certainly took your damn time."
"We are now," Rhianna called back, rolling her eyes. She pulled her dressing gown tightly around her body as she was only wearing her jeans and a bra.
Outside the mansion, groups of kids stood around laughing, somehow finding a fire evacuation so wonderfully entertaining. The older students and teachers dithered in the cold, moaning about how warm they'd been earlier and complaining about leaving whatever they'd been up to. Most of those gathered were dressed in pyjamas and dressing gowns.
Pyro hung at the back, smirking. He watched evilly from the shadows of a tree, keeping his eyes on Warren and Rhianna who were snuggled up together.
That was certainly a turn off for you, wasn't it, Birdie?
"How long until the fire department gets here?" Marie asked, jumping from foot to foot, desperately trying to keep warm as Bobby placed his arm around her.
After a short while of lingering about on the front lawn, the students and teachers were finally relieved to hear the sirens of a fire engine in the distance, drawing in closer to the deserted mansion.
Warren sighed as he held his cheek against the top of Rhianna's dark head and then kissed it gently. Rhianna just smiled and eased into his embrace, revelling in being so close to him. She'd forgotten the cold and all that mattered was being with Warren. Only minutes ago and they'd been making love, which was unfortunately cut short by the fire alarm.
A group of fully uniformed fire fighters spoke to Storm briefly before charging on into the mansion, checking for a fire. Everyone knew that it was just a prank and began moaning as to whether an investigation of the property was necessary.
Pyro was still alone at the back, watching Rhianna. Why couldn't he just let her be happy with Warren? No. He wanted her and when John Allerdyce wanted something, he'd do everything in his power to accomplish receiving it. Warren was a rich, handsome young man who had students constantly talking about how cool his mutation was, and now he'd seduced Rhianna. Pyro had none of that; he wasn't rich, was only mediocre in his looks, didn't have an overly impressive mutation and didn't have a girlfriend, let alone someone to seduce. He gritted his teeth, watching as the happy couple turned their back on him.
Once the fire fighters emerged again from the mansion, students were told they could re-enter the premises. However, Rhianna could sense something from Pyro as she suddenly noticed him watching her closely. Something told her that he'd been the one who had set the alarms off. Oh yes, a manipulator of fire, he'd be the first in line for blame. Emotions of nervousness, slight guilt, anger and confusion swirled around her as their eyes locked. She furrowed her eyebrows as she watched him look away and sulk away behind the tree where he was standing.
"What's up?" Warren whispered, noticing his girlfriend's expression.
"Nothing," Rhianna whispered.
XxxxxxxxX
Later that night, Rhianna lay in her bed, cuddling a large cushion as she tried desperately to sleep. Something was playing on her mind though and wouldn't let her rest. The way Pyro had looked at her during the evacuation of the mansion had made something inside her come toppling down like a house of cards. For once she hadn't seen the arrogant, sarcastic and just downright nasty side to him.
In the six years that Rhianna had been able to use her 'gift', she'd caught out so many people, knowing immediately what their true intentions were. The 'macho men' of the world always proved to be the innocent and naturally shy individuals who only used the image of being strong and manly as a means of covering up who they truly were.
For a month at least, Warren's nervousness in social situations had rendered him unable to show his true self which Rhianna could now see coming out in full force. He was kind, intellectual, funny and passionate. Never did she have just a simple peck of the lips from him, but she had a full on kiss. With Warren, it was all or nothing. She smiled into the darkness of her room as she thought of him.
The green light which shone from her digital clock told her that it was 1:45am. Only an hour ago and Warren had still been with her, watching a DVD. But he was soon shooed away to bed.
That was it! She'd had enough and flung her bed sheets aside, jumping out of bed. The slippers waiting at the edge of her bed soon had her bare feet shoved forcefully into them. Maybe she could get a drink and sit in the lounge for a bit, switch through the Cable channels. At this hour most of the channels were off air, leaving only the shopping channels airing their newest products. She could vaguely remember sitting up late with Warren once and watching a special hour devoted to knitting!
"Why the hell are we watching this?" Rhianna asked, noticing that Warren's finger was no longer lingering on the 'channel up' button. He was watching a presenter knitting away, making crochet hats. "You old granny!"
"Hey, watch it," Warren warned playfully. "I just might jump on you and tickle you with my feathers."
"Buy this special purchase for only thirty dollars ninety five and amaze all your family and friends!" an overly dramatised voice came.
"Save me now," Rhianna giggled.
The kitchen was cold as she stepped onto the tiles and leaned in, her arm stretching across the wall to the switch.
"Jesus!" Rhianna shouted suddenly as the room became illuminated and one figure sat at the table.
"Sorry I scared you," a male voice came. It was Pyro.
"Why are you sat in here on your own in the dark?" Rhianna asked, walking over to him carefully.
"Couldn't sleep. Didn't wanna bother anyone," he replied weakly. Rhianna couldn't help but roll her eyes as she walked away over to the refrigerator and opened the door, taking a can of soda off the small door shelf.
"It was you who set the alarm off earlier, wasn't it?" Rhianna asked outright, opening her can. Soda fizzed upwards, nearly spilling over the edge of the aluminium. "I can tell."
"Nothing gets past you, does it?" Pyro asked, sliding his arms across the wood of the table and resting his head on his left arm.
"Why did you do it, John?" Rhianna asked, taking another large mouthful of soda. She felt a sudden jolt inside her as she uttered his name. He didn't like being called John. She could feel his irritation.
"Because I felt like it!" Pyro snapped viciously.
Rhianna sat down at the table, opposite Pyro and placed her can down beside her hand. "Why are you bitter with the world?" she asked. "You needn't be, you know?"
"Why the fuck should you care?" Pyro asked, still keeping his head on his arm but glancing away from her. "I've insulted your boyfriend, had a fight with him, had you scream at me, now you sit here asking me why I'm bitter with the world? What the hell is with that?"
"Because I can feel it coming from you, John. There's bitterness and hatred pouring from you, but why? What's made you hate Warren so much? I'm not here to have a go at you, I'm asking out of concern."
Pyro felt a lump rise in his throat. It was because of her. It had always been her. Maybe at first he'd just insulted Warren as a playful thing, male rivalry. But it'd come thicker and faster once Pyro had seen the strong bond in action.
"I know what I've done in the past was wrong, and I'm truly sorry for that. The way I was with you mainly. You deserve a good guy to look after you, not some pile of shit like me who doesn't know anything about looking after a girl," he said quietly.
"Is that it? Me?" Rhianna asked, leaning across the table. "John, we can still be friends, I don't mind. I'll be friends with anyone, but I love Warren."
"I kinda wanted to get to know you, take you out maybe….but he came along…"
"The way you were with him put me off and you know that," Rhianna said sternly. "Putting aside that he's my boyfriend, but the way you treated Warren was horrible and that was why I wouldn't have gone out with you. You were the one who blew it."
"I know!" he snapped.
"So why did you set that alarm off? You knew what we were doing, didn't you?" Rhianna asked, lowering her head so she could look him in the eyes. Straight away and she felt guilt, knowing that she was right.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled, trying to fight away all the emotion he was feeling. He knew she was right, he'd treated Warren horribly, but he still couldn't stop himself feeling jealousy. Warren now had what he wanted. And it was going to take one hell of a fight to get it.