Chapter 11

Midnight Snacks

I yawned as I looked at everyone else. To see them asleep. I was curled up in the recliner.

Layla and Will had fallen asleep by each other on the love seat. Layla was leaning her head against Will's shoulder and he was resting his head on top of her.

Zach was sprawled out on the couch and Maj was curled up on his chest in her Guinea Pig form. Ethan was sitting in the floor with his back leaning against the couch and Kitty was curled up beside him with her head on a pillow in his lap.

Warren was laying stretched out, with his arms folded under his head, on the floor in front of the big screen TV.

I stretched and tried not to make any sound as I climbed out of the recliner and headed upstairs rubbing my arms.

I went to my room and went to my bed grabbing my comforter. As I was wrapping the big blanket around myself I used my powers to open my desk drawer. Walking over I frowned in thought before picking out a movie.

Holding the movie and blanket to me I pulled up my baggy black cotton pajama pants, tightening the drawstring, and pulling the hem of my pink spaghetti strap down a little bit with my powers. Content I headed out of my room, the desk drawer and the door both closing behind me.

I tried to remain quiet as I tiptoed back downstairs. Absentmindedly I walked past everyone and changed out the movies. I almost jumped when I heard Warren.

"What are you putting in?"

I turned to see him behind me leaning on his elbows.

"Queen of the Damned."

He nodded as I walked back to my recliner. I was trying to hold the blanket tighter around me when he spoke again.

"Are you cold."

I turned and gave him a no duh glare.

"No I'm freezing, there's a difference."

I heard him get up so I turned around to look at him. He walked up to me and I was distracted by the fact that he was only wearing dark red pajama pants. He went to take my blanket and I rose an eyebrow. He just smiled.

"Trust me."

I sighed and rolled my eyes before indulgently handing him the blanket. He grabbed my wrist and went and sat down in the recliner. I frowned at him but he just pulled me down so that I was sitting in between his legs. He pulled the blanket over both of us up to my chin covering my almost bare shoulders.

I was tense as he pulled the lever on the recliner that made it lean back, he adjusted it until he was content that we would both be comfortable but still be able to see the TV.

He seemed to notice how tense I was and wrapped his arms around my middle. He gently pulled me back to lean against him. I started to relax as it registered just how warm he was.

He once again pushed up the hem to my shirt and started to trace patterns on my skin as he talked to me in a low voice.

"You said you were cold. I'm a Pyro, perfect heater. Your okay with this though. Right?"

He was tense, I could feel it. I sighed and lay my head back on his chest tilting it to the side so that I could look up at his face.

"Yeah I'm okay with it, but why do you always do that?"

He frowned and looked me in the eye.

"Do what?"

What is she talking about? Is she mad because I touch her so much. Maybe she doesn't like me. That must be it she doesn't like me. God, why does she have to be so beautiful? There's just something about her. I just want to know every thing about her. Oh god I sound like a stalker. Why hasn't she answered. Oh shit is she reading my mind? Oh fuck.

He seemed to tense even more and I just couldn't tell him that I can hear thoughts threw my mental blocks when someone looks me in the eye.

So I just looked away and asked what I was going to.

"Um… well, why do you always trace patterns on my skin?"

His fingers froze and I could tell just by his behavior and that small glimpse into his mind that he was having doubts. Thinking that I didn't like it when he did it or that I don't like him.

I reached down and grabbed his hands entwining our fingers.

"You don't have to stop. I like it, I just wondered why you do it."

He sighed and relaxed which made me smile. I looked back up at him. He met my gaze for a moment but then his eyes flickered down to my lips. I bit my lip as he looked back up to my eyes.

No I can't kiss her, she doesn't like me, she'll hate me if I do.

I looked down for a second before looking back up at him, I didn't meet his eyes. I couldn't, I didn't want to know what he was thinking at the moment. I didn't really think about it I just did it.

I leaned up and kissed him. I had closed my eyes so that they wouldn't meet his and I wouldn't hear his thoughts. I had simply pressed my lips softly to his before pulling back. I opened my eyes and met his searching ones. His mind was blank, I heard no thoughts from him at all.

We were still for a minute barely two inches apart. Then he closed his eyes and leaned down. I responded accordingly.

His lips were warm and soft. As we kissed I felt him untangle are hands. One hand started stroking my side while the other reached up and gently tugged at the end of my braid.

His tongue slipped out and brushed my bottom lip, and I gasped opening my mouth to let him in. He tugged at the end of my braid pulling the ponytail holder out of my hair and running his hand through my braid, gently undoing it.

We slowly pulled apart and gazed into each others eyes. Before I could hear any of Warrens thoughts I decided to be nice and tell.

You know all this gazing into each others eyes is kinda cheesy. That and when you look me in the eye I can hear your loudest thoughts even through my mental blocks.
He looked kind of panicked and froze.

You mean you've heard everything that I thought when you looked me in the eyes?

Well, yeah. I don't mean to. And it's not really all your thoughts just the loudest ones. I'm sorry Warren I didn't mean to read you. And Warren…

"You shouldn't doubt yourself so much. I could never hate you."

He was still tense and though I was still looking him in the eyes I couldn't hear his thoughts. Either he was being careful to not think loud enough thoughts for me to hear or he had put up a mental block.

I wanted nothing more in that moment then to know what he was thinking and feeling but I forced my self not to use my powers to find out.

Finally he started moving his hand through my hair and spoke in that low calm tone.

"It's okay. You couldn't help it. And your right, it was kind of cheesy."

He smiled and I leaned forward giving him one more soft kiss on the lips before turning back towards the TV.

He wrapped his arms around me absentmindedly rubbing his thumbs back and forth as we both relaxed and watched the movie.

I fell asleep before the movie was over.