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Author notes: This one is hard smut, please don't read if underage or uncomfortable with sex scenes.

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Title: A Valentine's date worth remembering.

Word count: 2,310 words

Read on, oh faithful ones.

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Warren finished sweeping up the last of the confetti from the floor with an annoyed sigh. He'd been working all night, despite requesting the night off weeks ago. Mrs. Woo had agreed to his request, yet only half an hour before his date, he'd been called in to work. Mrs. Woo had apologised profusely, of course, but it hadn't exactly made up for the fact that he'd had to cancel his plans. The weather was awful for this time of year, and yet the Paper Lantern had been overflowing with loving couples and happiness. It was enough to make him feel sick.

A knock on the window startled him, the broom dropping to the floor with a loud crash that was multiplied by the crash of thunder outside. He looked over to see Layla standing there, getting drenched in the pouring rain.

"Going to let me in?" she asked with a smile, moving closer to the door under the meagre amount of cover the overhanging roof provided.

"What are you doing here, hippie?" Warren muttered, crossing the room quickly to open the door. "And why are you wearing a bright yellow raincoat?"

She stepped inside quickly, shrugging off the coat and taking off the matching hat.

"Well, in case you haven't seen, it's pouring cats and dogs out there... Anyway, it's Valentine's Day, and it's tradition to see one's boyfriend on this auspicious day," she said brightly.

"Technically, it's Valentine's night, and it's nearly midnight, so the day's almost over," Warren replied. "You're dripping everywhere," he muttered, taking her wrist and pulling her into the restaurant, shutting the door behind her.

"Aw, you sound like you don't want me to kiss you," Layla said with a pout.

"Don't. Pout," Warren growled.

Ignoring him, she pouted some more until her face lit up in a mischievous smile. Layla closed the distance between them, her arms winding around his neck as she kissed him eagerly. Warren couldn't stay annoyed with her for long, especially not when her tongue flicked against his, and her body pressed up against his, both hotter than any flame he could conjure. He raised his eyebrows as she undid his apron, pulling it off quickly, her hands sliding under his shirt immediately. Warren yelped at the cold contact of her skin, moving away from her as fast as possible.

"Oh, don't be a baby. Get back here, I'm freezing," Layla said, moving towards him. "I had to sneak out of a two-storey house, walk to the bus stop, endure the drunks wolf-whistling at me, and then it took me two buses and thirty minutes of walking to get down here. The least you could do is warm me up!"

Warren shook his head, moving further away with each step she took forward.

"Please, Warren?" she asked, her voice taking on that breathy tone that he usually couldn't resist.

He shook his head again, still backing up. The back of his knees hit the seat in the booth and he fell back with a yelp. Before Warren had time to move, Layla moved on top of him, laughing at his expression. She trailed her hands down his shirt, slipping them underneath with a grin. He jerked at the cold sensation, his eyes screwed shut tightly.

"Any chance you'll stop acting terrified of my fingers?"

"They're cold, hippie. You know I don't like cold things," he muttered.

"Poor Warren," she murmured, nipping at his bottom lip. "Why don't you just warm me up so I won't be cold anymore?"

"Well, I can't do it when I'm under you, can I?"

"Afraid of the challenge?" Layla asked with a laugh, moving her lips to his ear.

"Fuck," he groaned as she bit on his lobe.

His body temperature began to rise considerably, and his hands were close to bursting into flames, yet they were both fully clothed and gods, this was embarrassing.

"There you go. Look at that, I'm all toasty and warm now," Layla said brightly, sitting up and moving off his body to stand up.

"Layla, get back here, right now."

She laughed, shaking her head, loose ringlets flying around her face.

"You really got all dolled up, didn't you?" Warren asked, sitting up and actually seeing her outfit properly.

She was wearing a green and red dress, long strips of material intersecting over her body, tightening at the bodice and black laces tying as a corset.

"Well, I wasmeant to go out with my boyfriend for Valentine's Day, so I wanted to look really damn kissable," she replied, smirking.

"You definitely do look kissable," he said, grinning back at her.

"Well, then?" Layla asked, splaying her arms wide. "Are you just going to sit there, or are you going to kiss me?"

Warren was up so quickly that she almost missed his motion, but she didn't have time to process it as his lips descended on hers, his hands resting on her hips, burning through the thin material of her dress.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Warren," she murmured, smiling against his lips. "Or night."

"I think you mean the day after Valentine's Day. It's past midnight now, hippie."

"You mean I got dressed up for nothing?"

Warren shook his head, his fingertips trailing down her dress. "Not for nothing. Although, I have to admit, I feel underdressed," he said, glancing down to his singlet and grease-covered work pants.

"You look fine. Better than I did last year, at least," Layla said, grinning.

"What, you mean when you burst in here, scared the daylights out of Mrs. Woo and covered the place in vines? Yeah, I look like I'm ready for Homecoming compared to you then," Warren said with a smirk.

"Charming, really."

"Hey, you said it, not me."

"I know. At least I got to watch you roast Will a few days later in Save the Citizen. That was fun," she admitted, grinning.

"Yeah, it was. In front of the school, no less. Best day ever, in my opinion."

"You're just saying that because we fucked in the Detention Room afterwards."

"Well, that certainly made it memorable," he added with a grin, pulling her body tighter against his.

"Of course. Screwing you in Maxville Penitentiary was another memorable day," Layla muttered, grinding her hips against his.

"Hey, if they were stupid enough to let us fuck in a room without suppressers, then it's their own fault we escaped," Warren chuckled, his teeth biting at the nape of her neck.

"Burning the place to the ground was probably a touch overdramatic though."

"I still maintain thatwas your fault," he replied, his hands moving up to cup her breasts firmly.

"I suppose using one of my vines to hold you against me might have had something to do with it," she replied, ending with a moan as he rubbed against her.

"Might have?" he echoed, a growl in his throat. "You made me cum so hard I brought a fucking buildingdown."

She laughed breathily, her fingers moving to untie the bodice on her dress. "Want to see if we can do it again? I don't know about you, but I'm pretty pissed at Mrs. Woo for making us miss our date. I had a whole boat trip planned and everything. I was going to fuck you until the ocean itself burned," Layla murmured, grounding her hips down against him wantonly.

"I like the sound of that. We both like this restaurant though, so is there any place else you want to blow up?" he asked, his tongue flicking down her chest to take her nipple into his mouth.

It took her a long moment to compose herself enough to answer. "Well, there is the Mayor's house. The bastard doesn't stop staring at my breasts when I'm talking to him, and I swear he tried to pinch my butt the other day," she glowered.

A possessive growl and harsh fingers on her hips were the only response she received.

"Think you're up for it?" Layla asked, her dress dropping to pool around her ankles.

Warren smirked at her when he saw that she was completely naked. He nodded as he pulled her against his body.

"Now you'rethe one overdressed," she murmured, pulling his shirt over his head and unbuckling his belt swiftly.

He pushed his pants down over his hips, his briefs moving down in the same motion. Warren pulled her to him, his cock hard and nestled against her. Layla smiled at him, that sexy infuriating smile that made him want to fuck her even more. Warren thrust into her, her resounding gasp making him grin.

"Never fails to turn you on, does it?" he murmured, his hands travelling over her body.

She murmured a soft agreement, moving her hips against his. Warren grabbed her hips tightly, pulling her closer as his hands burned. Layla shivered at the pain, rocking against him faster. He groaned at the feeling, his lips capturing hers quickly. Warren moved her back against the seat, pinning her wrists with one hand while the other held her in place.

"Warren? Wait a minute," Layla murmured between kisses.

"What?" he asked, his lips hot against her neck.

"You're making me very, very hot, and we're going to melt the seat if we don't move soon."

"Don't worry, I'll keep it under control," Warren said, chuckling.

"Like you did in the forest?"

"Again, not my fault," he growled.

She laughed against his shoulder, bucking her hips slightly. Warren shook his head and kept her pinned down where she was with his body weight. He moved one of her legs slightly, the table shrinking down to a seed to get out of their way. Layla grinned up at him, pulling him down to kiss once more. He kissed her eagerly, his lips curving into a grin as they continued their rhythm. As he began to move faster, a now-familiar sensation began to build up inside of him. His body started to burn, his hands flaming against her skin. Layla moaned, her back arching against him.

"Can you handle it?" she murmured, flicking her tongue against his lips.

"Always," he replied softly, the pressure and heat intensifying.

A vine wrapped around their wrists, twining its' way down their arms as Layla moaned and writhed against him wantonly.

Warren forced himself to keep his eyes open as the flames began to consume and devour him. He stared into Layla's eyes, and as she began to orgasm, clenching around him tightly, Warren pictured the Mayor's house. He thought of it on fire, burning, flames licking at the rooms and furniture, setting everything inside ablaze. In his mind, Warren watched as it burned, turning the structure into nothing but soot-covered bricks.

As he imagined it, so it started. The fire didn't let out any smoke, controlled as it was in his mind, and no alarms were set off to warn the Mayor of the danger. Even if they had gone off, the Mayor wouldn't have been able to move anyway, as a thick rope of vine was wrapped around his body to keep him secured to the bed. The Mayor's wife had learned of her husband's cheating ways, and had decided to go to her mother's home in Westville until she forgave him, so he was the only one in the house.

Just as the final flame burned the Mayor's house down, Warren orgasmed hard, buried deep inside Layla as she came for the second time, thorns from her vine piercing their skin. She smiled at him contentedly, the vines disappearing as the seed began to grow into a table once more. He kissed her, his arm wrapping around Layla's shoulders as she sat up, her own arms wrapped around his waist.

"That was good," she murmured, grinning at him. "Want to do it again?"

"Sure. Just not here," he added, raising his eyebrow slightly. "This was as uncomfortable as I want to be when fucking you."

"So no sex on the edge of Sky High again?"

"I didn't say that," Warren muttered, kissing her as he stood and pulled his pants on again.

Laughing, Layla sat up, taking her offered dress, pulling it up over her hips before retying the corset. She watched him as he zipped his pants and buckled his belt, his body covered with a slight sheen of sweat. Warren smirked over at her as he pulled his shirt over his head. By the time the material was on him properly, Layla was standing directly in front of him, biting her lip as she looked at him with darkened eyes.

"All right there, hippie?" he asked, his hands resting on her hips.

"Perfect," she replied with a quick grin. "Mind if I come home with you?"

"Of course not. Mum's off on a business trip for the Mayor... You wouldn't have anything to do with that, would you?"

Layla smirked briefly. "Come on, the next bus isn't too far away."

Warren grabbed his apron, going to the back locker area to put it away and grab his bag. He was back in the restaurant in moments, Layla wearing her bright yellow raincoat and hat.

"I'm going to buy you a black raincoat one day. You wearing that makes me feel like a cradle robber," he muttered.

She just laughed at his expression, stepping out of the warm restaurant and into the cold night. He sighed and followed her, locking the door behind them. Layla opened an umbrella, holding it above them so Warren wouldn't get wet or cold. He kept his arm around her waist to stay under the umbrella and as far away from the rain as possible.

As they walked to the bus stop together, the wailing of a fire truck and ambulance could be heard in the distance.

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The end.

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