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Title: Vanilla
Word count: 975 words
Read on, oh faithful ones...
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Warren muttered under his breath as he walked through The Hive. The recruits were smart enough to get out of his way, word spreading through them faster than a wildfire, and soon there was a clear path for him to get to his room without seeing anyone else.
Layla was already waiting for him when he opened the door. She frowned slightly as she made her way over, her lips briefly touching his cheek. "I heard you were in a mood. What's wrong? Did something happen at Honey's?"
"She... She was talking about some sort of alternate future. Damn kid and cookie-cutter house. Something about baking and bowls being dangerous projectiles. Us being together, but ... vanilla and heroes," Warren spat.
Layla startled him by laughing. She tried to muffle the sound behind her hand, but it spilled out nonetheless, and he glared down at her.
"What's so funny?"
"Us, being heroes. Could you imagine it? Me, what? Working in a garden nursery?" Layla snorted. "Oh, and you! You'd have to be a firefighter, just for the pun! You dressed in one of those uniforms in the Firefighter's "charity" calendar..."
She trailed off suddenly, and from the look in her eyes, Warren could tell that she was imagining him exactly like that. There was a grin that promised he'd probably be put in a firefighter's uniform sooner rather than later, and then Layla's small frown returned.
"Still, I don't see how it would have put you in such a bad mood. What else did Honey say?"
"Nothing, just that," Warren said, shrugging.
He tried to move past Layla and get to their bed, but she stood in front of him and looked up at him quizzically.
"All right, so why did that put you in a bad mood? It's an alternate universe; an other place we can no longer reach, you know that."
"Yeah, I do know that... But... You don't... Do you ever think about what it would be like, if we did have that sort of life?"
"Yeah, sometimes. It'd be boring. Neither of us were made for that sort of life, Warren. We couldn't handle being heroes anymore than the Jetstream and Commander could be villains. I mean, I don't think we could. Are you starting to have second thoughts?" Layla asked, her hand slipping into his.
"No, of course not. I... I just. I couldn't imagine bringing a kid into this world, not with the way we are. You know that someone would try to threaten our kid, and I know that I'd have to kill everyone involved just to keep them safe. Oh, I don't know. Honey's just got me thinking vanilla, and it's messing with my mind. I'll be fine in the morning, after a solid ten hours sleep," Warren said with a sigh.
He finally made his way over to the bed without having Layla obstruct him. Warren sat down and pulled his boots off, his jacket off next and thrown across the room to the chair. By the time he'd shucked off his pants, Layla was by his side once more. She straddled him gently, her lips soft against his. Considering the rough and heated kisses they usually shared, Warren was surprised at how gentle Layla was being.
"What're you doing, hippie?"
She pulled away and looked down at him with a smile. "You want to try out vanilla, then we'll try it out. In here first, then out there if you think you can handle it," Layla added.
He was surprised at her offer - Warren doubted she'd ever thought about truly being vanilla since they'd first started recruiting other villains five years ago - but was curious enough to nod in response. Layla kissed him again, her lips soft and malleable against his mouth. She pulled him down onto the bed, his body covering hers. He kissed her back eagerly, his fingers starting to fist in her hair harshly.
"Uh-huh. No hurting. We're staying vanilla tonight, remember?"
He let out a noise of frustration, but returned to kissing her, his hand slipping around to cup her cheek. Warren barely resisted the urge to tilt her chin back and nip at her skin. Layla smiled up at him, soft and innocent rather than his wild and experienced lover. Warren kept kissing her, forcing himself to be gentle when he stroked her skin, and not to bite her lip or earlobes, despite knowing how it drove her wild. He guided his cock into her slowly, trying to draw out the feel of her body wrapped around his. They began to move, and soon enough, Layla was coming, her body clenching around him. Her orgasm elicited a moan of desire, rather than her usual ear-piercing scream and Warren decided it was weird when his ears weren't ringing with the sound of her lust-filled scream.
"Oh, fuck it. Sit up and let me fuck you properly," he growled.
"Thank god," she breathed, kissing him heatedly.
They pulled away, their lips swollen to the point of drawing blood. Layla wrapped her legs around Warren's body, and he did as promised, fucking her for all his worth. She orgasmed half an hour later, and Warren's ears rang for days afterwards.
He never brought up being vanilla again, but there were times when he thought of that other universe; one where they were both good and could raise a daughter without fearing that she would become a bargaining chip, where they weren't fighting in what felt like a never-ending war with the Commander and Jetstream. Then Layla would bring out a firefighter's uniform with a lust-ridden look in her eyes, or they'd jet off to the Cayman Islands for an impromptu holiday with money from their latest robbery, and Warren knew he couldn't live his life any other way.
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The end.
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