Warning: The chapter you're about to read has explicit sexual content. If you are under the age of 18, I suggest you pick another story. I don't want to get in trouble with your parents if they catch you reading this. TURN BACK NOW YOU LITTLE PERVS! For those who are over the age of 18, enjoy! :D

Disclaimer: I do not own 'Sky High', 'Charmed' or any other thing associated with the Movies or Books, I only own the characters that never appeared in the movie & situations that you soon will start reading. This story is just a way to let my imagination go & for mine & the enjoyment of others, so, please DO NOT SUE ME. Even though I don't see any problem which will lead to federal charges, but if you do, I repeat, please DO NOT SUE ME!

A/N (12.19.2016): Since I've been trying to motivate myself out of my hiatus I re-read this chapter only to cringe at Warren and Hazel's antics. I kinda couldn't visualize well where the Sue problem could take off, so, I tweaked this chapter a bit. Hope you still enjoy it~

My Head Under Water, My Body Up in Flames
Chapter 2: Teenage Hormones and a Wolf's sex drive

Was she dead?

Warren looked at the slumbering blonde beside him; the classroom was empty except for the two. It didn't even take five minutes for Hazel to sleep through all of the junior teachers that introduced themselves in homeroom. She didn't even stir when the bell rang three times before.

"Halliwell." He grumbled as he kicked her seat lightly.

Nothing.

Warren sighed and shook her shoulder and next thing he knew he was on the floor with a growling Hazel straddling his waist, a clawed hand reaching behind her head ready to rip his face off. Her breath came out fast and short, her eyes were glowing yellow and her growls were coming from deep within her chest.

The minute she realized what she was doing, she lowered her hand but she didn't get off from him and her eyes started glowing more intensely. Hazel cocked her head to the side and leaned into Warren a little bit more and she slowly placed her arms at either side of his head and her blonde locks tickling his cheeks. All around him he could only smell the scent of oranges from her shampoo and he could feel the increasing heat from her body.

"Halliwell?" For some reason, Warren found himself whispering and his hands suddenly on her hips. The fraction of skin between her shirt and her jeans was incredibly warm against his fingers.

Hazel was slightly panting as she started closing the space between. In no time she was leaning down on her forearms and her nose was grazing his.

He loved the way she was looking at him. It was the way her glowing, yellow eyes looked at him and how her parted pink, plump lips tempting him to never stop staring at them. It was obvious he wasn't thinking when he tangled his hand in her hair and crashed his hot lips against her equally hot ones.

The male pyromaniac felt his stomach tighten when Hazel molded herself against him and grinded her hips against his. With a growl of his own, and without breaking the kiss, he rolled over and pushed Hazel against the ground. Warren only broke the kiss to push himself away and look at Hazel; he took in her long, dirty blonde hair fanning out in wild, loose curls from her head. He took her in from her still glowing eyes to her bruised lips, then her long, tan neck. He found that he liked how perfect her collarbone looked and how it assented the top of her breast showing over her top. Grabbing hold of both of her breast- that molded perfectly into his hands- he attacked her neck with his mouth. The gasp that came out of her lips made him slam her against the floor with his body when he felt her arch her back.

He felt her hands on his shoulders and pushing his leather jacket off. He got the hint and pushed his hands up under her shirt, pushing the bothersome material up her body and over her head. When the shirt came off his hormonal teenage brain clicked on and the rational side went off as he just kept staring at the tight, tan stomach that belong to the chick he met today and who attacked him earlier on that same morning… And he just did not care about those details; in the back of his head he registered those things were pretty big. But seriously, he really didn't care. Problem is that something else was nagging at him and it wouldn't stop nagging at him, but, at the moment he wasn't thinking with the head that was on his shoulders.

"Oh God." Warren groaned as he buried his nose in between her perfect boobs.

He felt Hazel laugh, making her chest shake as she tangled her long fingers in his long black/red hair. He ran his tongue down her chest and made his way to the edge of her lacy black bra. He ran his tongue along it and he locked eyes with her. Hazel's eyes were in between yellow and her green normal ones but they were still glowing, but they were half lidded and lusty and Warren couldn't help but throw her a wicked smirk before he sank his teeth into the see through material and gave a tug. The sound of ripping fabric echoed around the empty classroom.

"Hey!" Hazel lifted her head to see her bra ripped in the middle and her breast spilling from the broken undergarment. She lifted her eyes and stared at Warren who was still smiling at her wickedly, she glared at said boy her bottom lip jutting out in a pout. "I liked that bra."

A deep throaty laugh came out of Warren and Hazel couldn't help it warming her insides.

Mate.

Shaking her head lightly, she dove into a bruising kiss, getting the ruined material slide down her arms. The heated contact made Crevan elevate and a part of Hazel too. She pushed Warren into a sitting position throwing the broken bra over his shoulder and immediately took the material of his black V-neck off of him and it was her turn to stare at his muscular, chiseled chest. At the sight of it her heart started pounding and her temperature rose even higher, she knew that by now her temperature was supposed to kill her or suffocate her partner, but by some freak twist of fate both of them could resist the heat. Taking a shaky breath she attacked his lips again, making sure to bite his bottom one until it bled.

His groan tightened her stomach and made her back arch, pressing her breast against his bare chest. Warren, like before, pushed her on the floor, her back heating up the linoleum floor. He started unbuttoning his faded jeans and soon enough he was in his black boxer briefs. Hazel had unzipped her washed out jeans and stared at Warren just in his underwear, she snapped out of it when she felt Warren tugging down hers. She lifted her hips off the floor and raised her legs so they could slide right off; wasting no time she parted her legs and Warren smashed his hardened member against her womanhood, both of their bottom parts covered in fabric but it made the friction incredible.

Hazel felt the tiles start melting under her back. Everything was a heated rush and she absolutely loved it. Warren took off both of their underwear, flinging her lacy, black thong over his shoulder and his boxers off to the side.

Both of them took a deep breath as Warren started slowly entering her wetness. Hazel closed her eyes and arched her back, biting down on her bottom lip so her moans wouldn't come out. Warren shut his eyes and gave a deep groan as the tip of his lower appendage slowly entered her and the hotness between her legs driving him completely crazy. Just as he was about to slam into her, both of them heard the door open.

"Warren?" And the voice that came in made him realize why his head had been nagging at him all this time.

He had-

"Who's that?" Hazel whispered into his ear.

He swallowed the lump in his throat before whispering back at her. "My girlfriend."

He felt Hazel tense under him and gasp quietly.

"Warren?"

They both stood completely still as they heard the shuffling of feet. Warren lowered himself as much as possible while trying to not crush Hazel under him. Looking over his shoulder, making sure that his feet were not out in the isle, he noticed the black lacy bra and the matching thong in the middle of the isle and by the sound of the shuffling they were nearing it.

Hazel saw where he was looking and followed his gaze and saw her underwear in the middle of the isle too. Focusing on the garments she let them orb low to the ground and land close to her thigh, out of sight. She could feel Warren's gaze on her but she avoided it and waited until the scent of pine needles and frigid cold air left the room along with the sound of the door closing. And as soon as the click of it closing Hazel got Warren out of her and placed her underwear back on. Pinking over the science table to make sure nobody was there she stood up and started putting on the rest of her clothes. She didn't care if her hickies showed or if her hair was a mess, or if her perky nipples showed under her white shirt, she just wanted to get out of the room.

"Hazel- "

He didn't have time to say anything else because said girl moved impossibly fast and was out of the door.

Hitting his forehead with his closed fist, Warren cursed himself and stared at the melted marks on the floor. Yep, he was an idiot.

This had to be a sick joke, a very sick joke.
Hazel felt like a total idiot…and a whore.

He's ours.

Hazel growled under her breath as she paced one of the empty hallways before lunch, right in front of her locker.

"He's not ours," She whispered to herself. "We just made a guy cheat on his girlfriend on the first day we met him. The hell?"

You are a Halliwell. Every Halliwell woman do these kinds of things; sleep with their future husbands the first day they meet, show their stomach, walk around with no bra on…

"Hey!" Hazel blushed and crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm not going to marry the guy; I don't even want to get married."

"Are you talking to yourself?"

A voice behind her made her jump and spin around to find a tall, pale, blonde girl looking at her strangely with large, icy blue eyes.

"Excuse me?" Hazel said as she registered the scent of pine needles and frigid cold air clogging her nostrils. She swallowed the lump that had made itself a home in her throat from pure guilt and took a small step back.

"I heard you talking to yourself, that's a sign that you're going crazy." The blonde girl made her way to two lockers down from Hazel and spun in her combination.

Hazel took her bag from the floor and started walking away when she smelled him.

Warren!

"Shit," Hazel muttered trying to get around the corner, but her locker was in the middle of a very, very, long hallway.

"Hazel! Wait!"

"Warren!"

Oh, crap.

Hazel took a deep breath and turned back to her locker and found Warren looking uncomfortably at his girlfriend. She cringed at the word.

"I've been looking for you! One of the guys from your homeroom told me you were in the classroom, but you weren't there."

Gods, the way this chick was looking at Warren made her temperature rise with jealousy and Crevan stir angrily inside her.

"Um, yeah," Warren looked away from the blonde that was his girlfriend to the blonde whose eyes changed constantly. "I was showing Hazel around the school."

His girlfriend looked at the girl gripping her bag with no bra under her shirt before going back to Warren. "Why do you have to show The New Girl around? Isn't that Layla's job?"

"I'm just showing her to her classes since we have the same schedule, Sue."

Sue looked again at Hazel, throwing her a nasty glare before going all doe eye on Warren. "I have a free period right now, how about you?"

Warren risked a glance at Hazel, who looked away just as quickly, before answering Sue. "We have Study Hall, right now and we're late as it is."

Warren hurried off towards Hazel but got pulled back by a pouting Sue.

"But baaaabe," She whined before smiling up at Warren. "Can we at least have a quickie in the janitor's closet?"

Sue had meant to whisper this to Warren, but the fact that Hazel had supernatural acute hearing it made no difference.

"Sorry Sue, we're late." And with that Warren walked away and took hold of Hazel's elbow and hurried off, leaving a stunned Sue standing in the middle of the hallway.

"Why did you do that?" Hazel couldn't help but ask, suddenly angry at him.

Warren just grunted and opened an empty classroom and shoved her inside before locking the door behind him and started pacing.

"I just cheated on my girlfriend," Warren said, never stopping his pacing or looking at her as she sat on a desk in the classroom just a little ways away from him.

Hazel bit her lip and closed her eyes, but, she wasn't going to apologize, it wasn't her who cheated."You could've said something. Let's just forget about it, okay?"

She heard him exhale and went to lean against the teacher's desk which was right in front of her seat.

"That's the thing, I don't want to."

Hazel's head snapped up and her eyes locked with Warren who looked at her with a serious expression. She couldn't help but look at him strangely.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Warren shook his head and said, "Sue's great, but she has this image of me in her head that I'll be someone great and she wants that to happen with her. Sometimes I think she has this agenda that's planned for the next 10 years and I'm there." He seemed to shiver suddenly.

"And?" She couldn't help but raise an arched eyebrow, where was this conversation going and what did it have to do with her apart from the obvious involvement in this situation.

"Can-" Warren cleared his throat and avoided her gaze by looking over her head at the plain white wall. "Can we keep doing this?"

Could've her eyebrows rise any higher? She figured out right then and there that they could."I'm not a second plate, Warren." Seriously? This is the kind of guy Crevan wanted to mate with?

"I just need some time, to figure some things out with her."

"How long?" It took everything in her power to keep her expression neutral and to keep Crevan under.

Warren shrugged and looked at her sheepishly.

"So, you want me to be the side-chick for the time being? Again, Warren, I'm no second plate. Either ditch me or ditch her."

Warren shook his head, "I can't just ditch her, her parents are way too influential in our neck of the woods, and job offers after graduation will be none." He looked pretty mad about it, even though Hazel didn't quite get what he was saying.

"Ok," Hazel pinched the bridge of her nose as she felt a headache coming on as she thought everything over. "So, you want to keep fooling around with a girl you just met but you don't want to break up with your girlfriend because, by the sound of it, she's a crazy manipulative bitch. This sounds like the script for a new VH1 teenager show, 'The Other Girl'." She couldn't help but eye roll, this situation could only happen to a damn Halliwell.

Warren finally looked at her and gave her a rueful smile, "What do you say? The chemistry is there, so, wanna keep fucking?"

She almost choked on her spit. Could you imagine Warren Peace saying does words in his deep, molten lava voice? Hazel was pretty sure he didn't say those things to girls he just met, but, nevertheless, her insides turned to pudding.

"Why the fuck not?" What the fuck am I doing?

It was Warren's turn to raise an eyebrow. "Seriously?"

"Seriously, but let's not be just two strangers screwing each other." Hazel stood up and walked over to Warren and extended her hand to shake when she was three feet away. "Why aren't we friends. Hi, I'm Hazel Halliwell; recently mutated witch and royal Lycan."

Still raising an eyebrow, Warren shook the petite's blonde hand and said, "Warren Peace; pyrokinetic teenager with too many hormones."

Hazel laughed, still holding his hand in hers.

The bell for lunch rang; still smiling she took her hand back. "Let's go to lunch, I'm starving."

Cafeteria for super kids… nobody could use their powers but some of them, the supers Hazel assumed, were using theirs with no problem.

"So, Hazel," Layla got her attention and was looking at her with a smile on her face. "How was your school in San Francisco?"

Hazel dipped a fry in ketchup and took a bite out of it, she was conscious of the whole table going quite as they waited for her to answer. Swallowing her fry, she said, "It's a whole lot different from here. I use to go to a specialized art school, like a pre-Julliard thing."

Layla's eyes widened, "Really? What did you do there?"

Hazel shrugged, "Mostly danced, took some music classes sometimes, painted too."

"So, you're an artsy person," Will stated as he took a bite out of his sandwich, always so observant.

"You could say that," Hazel said smiling as she ate more of her fries.

Warren reached their table, two trays in both hands. Before he could seat, Hazel took one of his three hamburgers, took the wrapping off and took a huge bite out of it. Looking back up at Warren, she found him looking amusingly at her and beside him she found his girlfriend glaring daggers at her.

"If you wanted one, I could've gotten it for you, Hazel," Warren told her as he took a seat across from her and started off on his lunch. Sue sat in between him and Layla, who spooned organic chocolate pudding into her mouth.

"Why would I do that if I can just take one from you?" She said teasingly and bit into the burger again, only to scrunch her nose in disgust and spit what was in her mouth into a napkin. "Were those pickles?"

Warren smiled at her again and took the bitten burger out of her hands, their fingers grazing in the process. "Extra pickles." He showed her the inside of the hamburger cramped with the ugly green vegetable.

"That's gross." She commented before washing the acidic taste off her tongue with a gulp from her Coca- Cola can.

"Why aren't you wearing a bra?" The question came from Magenta, who was on the bench across from her beside Will. The dark, purple wearing girl was staring at her chest unabashed.

For a fraction of a second Warren and Hazel's eyes locked and both of them didn't know what to do.

"Um," Hazel started looking down at her perky breast. "I think that bras were made so men wouldn't get distracted by looking at our chest all the time. So, I don't wear bras because is not fair to stuff our boobs in fabric so they can think properly."

That was so lame.

"You're a feminist, then?" Layla asked excitedly.

"Does that mean you're a lesbian?" Zack asked from his place beside Magenta.

Warren snorted but turned it into a cough as he tried to hide a smile behind his hand. Warren felt a sharp kick to his leg, he couldn't help but look across from him at the chuckling Hazel who shook her head at Zack but stopped halfway in the action and cocked her head to the side in thought.

"Well…" Hazel trailed off.

Warren couldn't help and raise an eyebrow at her, " 'Well', what is that supposed to mean?"

Hazel just shrugged at him, "I get bi-curious sometimes."

Warren couldn't help but choke on the piece of burger he had taken a bite of seconds before she answered.

"That is so hot." He heard Zack muttered before he let out a loud 'OW!' caused by Magenta.

From beside him, Sue did a sound of disgust from the back of her throat. "We don't need to know your sexual preferences, Halliwell."

"'Halliwell'?" Will echoed. "Isn't that a little cold Suzie?" He asked jokingly, only to find an uncomfortable silence on the table.

"That's what Warren calls her," Suzie said as if the answer explained everything.

Layla frowned her brow, "But, he called her Hazel a while ago." Suddenly, her expression brightened. "You guys are friends! That is perfect; I thought you were going to get along like cats and dogs!" Layla exclaimed, a little bit more and she would start clapping like a little kid. The perky redhead turned to the real blonde in the table and remembered, "Oh! Susie, this is Hazel Halliwell. Hazel, this is Susan Frost; we all just call her Susie, tho. She's Warren's girlfriend."

"Susan is fine," The cryokinetic corrected before turning her nose upward as she turned back to Hazel, a strained smile on her impeccable pale face. "What's your power?"

Hazel was trying to not squirm under the icy glare of her blue-frost eyes. The dirty blonde took another sip of her can before answering. "I'm pyrokinetic, I guess."

Layla jumped again in her seat, "Just like Warren! See, you guys are going to be great friends." How could someone be so perky?

"It's more of an agreement, actually," Warren struggled for the words at he looked at Hazel for help.

"I'm just here to learn how to control my powers and I'm out, it's better to keep it business-like," Hazel nodded along with the words and looked at everybody around the table; Will was smiling at Warren, Layla was looking ecstatic, Zack and Ethan were in their own little world talking about Gods knew what, Magenta looked incredulous and Sue… well, Sue looked like she could murder someone.

Warren nodded along with Hazel, "Yeah, an agreement. She doesn't get in my way, I don't get in hers."

"I start acting weird you don't ask what's going on, I see something weird going on with you I won't ask either."

"Family's out of bounds."

"Fair enough. Birthdays, I don't like surprises; I don't expect you to give me any and don't expect any from me, especially me."

"Are you guys sure those are agreements for a friendship?" Layla interrupted, her chocolate pudding long forgotten.

"For both of us, it is," Hazel said as she stuffed her face with fries so people would get the idea that she didn't want to talk anymore.

The rest of the lunch went on without any other questions asked but they all got out a laugh out of Hazel, Zack actually made her choke on one of her cheeseburgers at one of his 'famous' pickup lines. Sue kept trying to make out with Warren who just turned his head and went back to his book, always looking at Hazel over it every time she threw her head back to laugh.

"Oh Gods," Hazel wiped away the tears that had slid down her tan, flushed cheeks as the bell gave the shrill sign that their break was over. "I'm leaving before I laugh any harder and puke my food. C'mon Peace, I have no idea where Hero History is." She took her bag from the floor and took her tray, getting to her feet deliciously graceful.

"It's on the other side of the school and make a left when you pass the fire extinguisher. Warren will be a little bit late for Hero History." Sue purred and threw Warren a suggestive look while biting her lips.

Crevan made a shot of jealousy pump into her veins at the sight.

Warren cleared his throat and gathered his things, shaking Sue off. "I can't be late for History, Sue. Sorry." And with that, he took the tray out of Hazel's hands and moved on.

"Um," Hazel watched Warren throw their trash away and turn back to the table, smile a goodbye and jog away to the cafeteria's exit where Warren was waiting for her.

"You know, you can at least make her not dislike me. It's better that we're not friends in your current predicament, but it wouldn't hurt to keep her neutral towards me." Hazel hiked up the strap of her bag up her shoulder as she hurried after Warren.

He only grunted as they swam passed the sea of students flooding the hallways. As they passed the fire extinguisher, Hazel felt herself get pushed into an empty closet. She hit the back wall and she didn't have time before her whole body was crushed by Warren's larger one. He attacked her lips, getting her bottom lips between his teeth making sure she bled. Hazel let out a growl when the metallic taste hit her taste buds. Warren tangled his fingers in her hair and just lost himself in the sensations; in her smell, in the heat of her body. He loved the way he made her pant so easily and in no time she had no pants or underwear and his jeans had just pooled around his ankles. He grabbed her hips roughly and lifted her up; her legs immediately went around his waist and the feeling of her panting against his lips just drove him mad.

Hazel felt his member right at her entrance and she could also feel the heat coming from her, she could feel the air was going to catch the spark her own body produced and ignite. She could just feel it. In one quick thrust, Warren filled her up completely. Hazel had never felt so whole before; with somebody and with herself and Crevan. Her eyes were glowing golden; she felt her canines getting a little bit longer, along with her nails. With another growl, she reached up and took hold of a shelve right about her so she could get more leverage.

Warren had his eyes scrunched closed as he kept thrusting into her tightness as he heard her whine and pant some more. He could tell she was doing everything not to moan and scream loudly, God he wanted to hear her moan and scream loudly. At the thought, he finally opened his eyes and he couldn't believe how lucky he was. He was pleasuring the most beautiful girl he had ever seen and the heat of both of their bodies was making her catch fire. Flames were going in and out around her body; as if snaking around her. Behind her lust heavy eyes, he could see that they had changed color again and were glowing; she was biting her bottom lip and he watched as she raised her hips perfectly before meeting his thrust just right. He couldn't help but feel his member get bigger inside her, the action made Hazel throw her head back, arch her back and gasp loudly as he stretched her out a bit more.

"Oh, Gods." Hazel breathed as she locked eyes with Warren and threw him a wicked grin. "You're a big boy, aren't you?"

That grin made him lose it, Warren snaked his arms around her waist and just took her faster and harder. Hazel let out this, squeal? Warren wasn't sure, but he loved that too. Soon enough, he felt her walls tighten around him and she went rigid as Hazel rode her orgasm and suddenly his own climax came. His eyes rolled at the back of his head behind his closed lids as he came hard and inside her.

Both were still panting and enjoying the aftermath of their orgasms before Warren cursed loudly.

"Fuck!" He easily lifted Hazel higher up the wall and got out of her and placed her gently on her feet. "I am so sorry!" Warren couldn't help but panic, he came inside her, was it ok?

Hazel couldn't help but laugh as Warren buried his hands in his hair and look down at her. "It's ok Warren, there's no harm done." And with that said she started the search for her thong.

"What?" Yeah, what?

"I can't get pregnant." She said it so calmly before giving an exclamation when she found her thong and slid it up her legs, now where were her pants?

Warren frowned, "Why can't you?"

Hazel blew a curl out of her face as she jumped around trying to get into her jeans. "Uh, I don't know. Genetics, I think."

Warren frowned even further at the feeling of disappointment that shot through his chest. For some reason, he had visualized a small girl and a boy a year older than the girl. The little girl had Hazel's curly hair and his hair color, both of their tan complexion and the shape of Hazel's eyes and his own coal dark eyes, her little nose and the exact same curve of her lips. Now, the boy had her blonde hair- Wait, what? What was wrong with him?

Warren cleared his throat and reached down to pull his underwear and pants up as he tried to block whatever he had just been visualizing. He watched as she stretched her arms over her head and arched her back, slowly she let out a small yawn. "I'm sleepy." She announced after catching him watching her.

"I'm thirsty." He announced right after her, a lazy grin touching his lips.

"Well," Hazel leaned down to get her bag off from the floor and went to the door. "It was nice meeting you, Warren Peace. I'm going home." She smiled up at him.

"You're going to skip the rest of your first day of school?"

For an answer, she flashed him a smile before leaving him in the semi-dark janitor's closet.

"Nice meeting you too, Hazel Halliwell."

"Don't worry dad, I'm fine," Hazel said as she reassured Chris Halliwell through the phone for the hundredth time as she unpacked her things in her room. "It's no problem, I ordered food."

"It's a big house, I hate living you there all by yourself."

"I'm a Third Generation Charmed One-slash- Pure Blooded Lycan- slash- Mutated Pyrokinetic," Hazel laughed, "And you're worried about me?"

"You're my baby girl; I'll worry whatever I want. Eat and get some sleep."

She couldn't help but smile at her father's antics, "Sure thing dad. Love you."

"Love you too, Haze."

As she pressed the button to hang up, the doorbell rang, "Thank the Gods, I'm starving." She told herself before getting out of her room. As soon as she got to the railing looking over the foyer, she jumped the twelve feet and landed quite gracefully before she sashayed to the door.

"You took 45 minutes to get my food here; you're not getting a ti..." The end of her sentence trailed out as she found Warren Peace standing at the other side of her door with the bag of her greasy, Chinese food.

Warren stood there, a brow raised at her as she stood there in her booty shorts, a tank top and barefoot.

"Isn't this awkward? Looks right out of some bad porn." Hazel commented as she crossed her arms in front of her chest covering her still braless chest.

The gesture made Warren smirk and the comment chuckle, "Why are you covering up? I've practically seen everything."

Hazel rolled her eyes at him and moved aside to let him in so she could get the money for the food.

Warren couldn't help but watch her walk into the living room and stare at her butt and the fact the booty shorts only covered half of them was a perk. Hazel got back rather fast and shoved the money at him a reached for her food.

"Now give me, I'm starving."

Warren just smirked at her and put the carry out on the table beside the door before his eyes took a predatory glint.

Hazel's stomach clenched in anticipation and her body started warming up as she started backing up into the living room again.

"What are you doing?" She didn't mean to let her voice come out so small and shy, but Warren's look was making her body react in ways she didn't want to.

"Looking for a second round," Warren growled as he followed her into the living room, successfully backing her up to the back of the couch.

Hazel couldn't help it as Crevan tried to take control of the situation because her eyes started changing color and her pulse started rising up.

Peace closed the distance between them and slammed flush against her.

'Oh, fuck it.' Hazel thought as she jumped and snaked around his waist and in no time they were naked and he was slamming against her while she held to the back of the couch, her head thrown back in total and complete ecstasy as Warren's left hand was buried in her hair. They were so into each other that they hadn't noticed the small red head that was walking by Hazel's window- Hazel's curtainless window.

"Oh, my gosh." That image was going to be burned in Layla's mind for the rest of her life.

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Too explicit? Too many hormones going around? Too tacky?

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