I do not own Sky High. Only Arcana and her band of misfits.
As the taxi drove away I contemplated the stairs before me. I was slightly more in control of myself, but the stairs. Those things were just plain evil. I weaved toward them idly wondering whether this was going to be a good idea. I mean I was hot, he was hot, I was horny, he was a guy. Normally this would be a no brainer, but I was also drunk and there was that thing with the feelings. They really annoyed me. Grasping the rail I slid down onto the step, the world spun for a moment before becoming stable once more. Oh god I was turning into a girl. I had really easy plans coming here. I would show up drag Warren into the shower, teach him more than a few things about the birds and the bees, get the itch that was starting to become somewhat irritating scratched and then go home. The more sober I got the more complicated this mission started becoming, there was the whole drunk thing, which Warren may not take as actual consent, then there was the whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing that may actually cause the whole wham bam thankyou ma'am plan not to play out quite like I wanted it too... he might want to snuggle. I whimpered and buried my face in my hands, why wasn't this as easy as it had been 20 minuets ago. There was small sounds coming from Warrens apartment. He was still awake. That annoying need jumped up again. Ok then I was here he was here I had a plan I was going to follow that plan. There was only one thing I could do, I had to man the fuck up and deal with this. This was a need that had to be taken care of. Emotions really didn't have a place here. Moving slowly, I somehow miraculously managed to get back into a standing position and squared off with the stairs again. I was going to take one step of the time. Think about getting my itch scratched.
Halfway up I decided that sleeping on the stairs outside wasn't so bad, I mean there's the moon, you gotta love the moon, it's just so bright and shiny and really the stairs may be metal and I'd have a few interesting bruises in the morning but hey I had slept in worse places. Sitting back down I leaned against the railing and propped my head against me knee. I could do this. I could seriously do this like 15 more steps and I was there. The promised land of showers and naked Warren. Stretching I got to my feet and stumbled up the stairs. Before I could reach the door it opened. He wasn't wearing a shirt.
'What are you doing here?' he frowned moved over to me and stilled. 'Did you take a bath in tequila?' well that was an awesome compliment. I shrugged.
'Maybe,' it was all I could manage at the moment. He had a scar, running along his ribs. It fascinated me. I kinda wanted to play with it. I could feel him looking at me, dragging my eyes away from the scar I stared back.
'I can go if you want,' that was not what I meant to say. I was meant to grab him and then do dirty, dirty things to him, getting back down the stairs could also pose a problem. He rolled his eyes and shook his head. I let go of the breath I didn't even know I was holding.
'Oh thank god,' I really didn't think the stairs and I would handle round 2. Or was it 10?
'I would ask why your drunk but I have the feeling I won't understand the answer,' I didn't respond, really what could I say to that. 'Come on,' he wrapped his arm around my waist and guided me inside, as soon as the door closed, I reacted. Turning in his arms I wrapped my arms around his neck and jumped. He caught me and shifted me higher.
'Babe wha...' I didn't let him finish, one second he was talking next I was kissing the daylights out of him. He froze for a second and all those stupid female feelings came into the play, those idiotic things of he didn't want me, this was a stupid idea, he chuckled, turned and slammed me into the door with a force that knocked the wind out of me a little.
'Ok then,' was all he murmured before kissing me again. I wriggled and there was a low growl. Pulling away I gasped air. He grinned at me. that cocky know it all bad boy grin. Moving back he gently put me on the ground. I backed up and glanced to the side of the room, there like in the middle of the wall was the door that held a shower, and this was the moment where I could man up and do what I came here to do or I could... not... do what I came here to do. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Turning, I walked towards it, pulling off the singlet as I went,
'Cana, what are you doing,' Warren voice didn't quite sound right, I smiled, looking over my shoulder I grinned. The bra went next.
'Having a shower. Being drunk and all I think it would probably be in the best interest of all if you helped me... you know so I don't drown,' his eyes glazed slightly. Oh yeah battling the stairs had so been worth this.
So I discovered this when I was transfering some stuff off an old USB and decided to upload it just for funsies... and maybe I might actually finish the story since I read a few reviews that asked me to continue and I remembered how much fun it was to write. I dont know if anyone would be still reading it so just let me know if there are people out there and I'll see if I can put aside some time to write an ending to this thing.