Chapter 5:
Dannie-Lynn met everyone downstairs just as breakfast was being served. "I was wondering when you'd come down." Johnny said. "Thought maybe I'd have to douse you in cold water."
"Sorry dad I'm not staying for breakfast. I have class."
"Schools over." TJ commented.
Dannie-Lynn scoffed at him. "Thank you captain obvious. I meant dance class. It starts today and I don't want to miss it."
"Dannie-Lynn we have training to do."
"Yeah and I have training to do. I'll be back in a few hours. Keep hothead busy until than." She shrugged off her father's attempt at protest and jogged out the door. Warren got up from the table telling them he'd be right back and headed out the door after Dannie-Lynn.
Warren barely made it to the elevator in time but he had. "What's your problem?" He asked.
"I don't have one." She said bitterly. "I didn't sleep well that's all." She said grumpily.
"This wouldn't have anything to do with earlier would it?" Warren asked.
Dannie-Lynn looked over at him and gave a smartass smirk. "Not everything is about you hothead." The elevator dinged quicker than Dannie-Lynn was expecting and she stepped out and turned towards Warren. "Now go upstairs and be a good boy." She grinned and then disappeared as the elevator doors closed.
Warren normally would've flamed up at a comment like that, but he knew she didn't mean it. He knew she didn't mean like anyone else would, his father being a villain and all. What is wrong with me? I'm Warren Peace. The dark, brooding loner. I've had one girlfriend and that didn't turn out so well. I can't believe I'm falling for her after only knowing her a short time.
At first it had been her looks that had got to him, than he realized there was more to her than she let on most of the time. And that fascinated him.
3 Days Later:
Warren gulped down an entire water bottle as he leaned against the back wall of the elevator. Dannie-Lynn was in much the same situation. Neither had really spoken other than occasional smartass comments during training and Dannie-Lynn had found any number of excuses to avoid being social with him. But no it wasn't awkward.
Dannie-Lynn's father had, had to cut training short to go save the city with Reed, Sue and Ben. And now her and Warren were heading to the apartment alone together. "So wonderful weather we're having." Warren commented chuckling sarcastically to himself.
If it was possible Dannie-Lynn couldn't find herself less amused at the half-hearted attempt to strike up conversation. He probably thinks three days is ample time to think about romantic feelings. He knows I have them, but I don't think he gets I don't understand what to do with them. Dannie-Lynn thought. She kept reminding herself she had never been in a real relationship.
In fact her 'relationships' reminded her of that Christina Aguilera song from her stripped album. Which she, without shame, admitted to owning. Anyone who could pull off panties and chaps and dance dirtier than a stripper on a pole definitely got Dannie-Lynn's vote. The song was called Get mine, get yours…and it basically permitted sex without attachment and that is what Dannie-Lynn was about, at least until Warren had shown up.
"Torch?"
Dannie-Lynn looked over his hand waving in front of her face. "What?"
"Elevator stopped." Warren informed her gesturing to the opening doors. "If you'd like I'll get off and send you to the lobby?" He kidded.
"At least I'd be alone." Dannie-Lynn muttered stepping out of the elevator. She reached the apartment and entered the code on the pad and the locks clicked and she went in followed shortly by Warren.
"What is your problem? Seriously?" Warren asked.
Dannie-Lynn had just finished a strenuous training session and on top of it she hadn't been sleeping well since the night Warren kissed her. Yeah sure it was sleep, but she always woke up feeling exhausted because she usually spent an ungodly amount of hours imagining the things he could do to her body.
Honestly she didn't want to explode on him but she was having serious withdrawal right now from…everything it felt like. Great sex, her usual life of the party routine, and real honest to god time to herself.
Whirling on Warren Dannie-Lynn's hair whipped into her face before settling loosely on her shoulders and down her back and her eyes were blazing. "Honestly! Right now! Everything! You being at the top of the list!" She practically screamed. Dannie-Lynn wanted to rip her hair out.
"What the hell did I do?" Warren yelled back.
Dannie-Lynn could feel the fire rising in her but she pushed it back down staring murder at him before skipping up the stairs two at a time. "You kissed me!" She yelled down the stairs and then went into her room effectively slamming her door behind her.
Warren went upstairs and to her door opening it without a knock. He walked in and saw her standing in her closet her top half completely bare and her lower half in only her blue suit shorts. Luckily her back was to him. "I didn't know kissing someone was a crime. Especially someone who likes you back." He said slightly enraged at her behavior.
Dannie-Lynn practically shrieked looking over her shoulder at him and quickly threw her arms around her bare chest keeping turned away from him. "Jesus christ! Don't you know not to barge into a girls room?" She asked him over her shoulder. "Get out!"
"Not until we talk. It's been three days." Warren said aggressively.
"Could you at least turn around for a minute?" Dannie-Lynn asked in exasperation. She knew she wasn't getting out of this. Warren didn't seem like the type to back down from these kinds of 'talks.'
Warren turned his back to her and Dannie-Lynn grabbed her suit top and slipped it back on. She never bothered wearing anything under it for the simple fact that they'd be dust before she could say flame on. She turned around and walked out of her closet and tapped Warren's shoulder.
He turned around and it was obvious that he was angry. "You avoid being alone with me, you aren't around when we aren't training I just don't get it." He said.
"I told you I need time." Dannie-Lynn said her face was a bit flushed, but it was just her internal core heating from her lack of control in the situation she found herself.
"I think three days is generous."
"Not when you're me. I don't know what to do Warren. You're good for more than a good couple fucks and a 'hey I'll see you around sometime.' And I don't know how I feel about that."
Warren nodded non-chalantly. "I…"
"No don't say you understand. You don't have a clue. I try so hard not to fall in love, I avoid nice guys so that I don't meet 'the one' and I go for guys I know aren't going to see wedding bells the minute they look into my eyes. I know what they see, a good couple hours romping and than it's over. No feelings, no attachments, no heartbreak. It's plain and simple fucking."
"What is so wrong with falling for someone?" Warren asked her.
Dannie-Lynn plopped down on her bed. "Have you ever watched someone you care about more than anything bury the person that stole their heart? Or heard your father cry so hard that you had to turn your headphones up to block it out because you can't stand to feel their pain?"
"Sort of. I watched my mom go through a horrible time when she found out my father was a villain. She debated on whether or not to divorce him, but she couldn't she loved him. But in the end it was her help that put him behind bars and that killed her."
"It's not the same you don't understand." Dannie-Lynn said sullenly.
"But you watched your father pull himself back together and I watched my mom move on." Warren said and it was odd how much his voice was pleading.
Dannie-Lynn looked up at him and like that day she had accidentally pushed him off the roof with her powers there were unshed tears in her eyes. "But I don't think I could put myself together if I lost the man I love." She said weakly.
"Just because you don't think you could doesn't mean you can't or wont and there's no inevitable that says he…or if you prefer she will die." Warren said trying to lighten things up a bit with the small implication at the end.
Dannie-Lynn let out a soft scoff of laughter and wiped the tears from her eyes. "I'm in the middle of a girly breakdown could you please refrain from making me laugh?" She joked.
Warren sat down beside her and she looked over at him. "I'll try. I really like you a lot and its strange cause I connect with you like no one else."
"You're gone at the end of the summer where would that leave us if we started this?" She asked softly.
"I think we'd manage a long distance relationship." Warren said certainly.
Dannie-Lynn looked at him. "I took you for the pessimistic type." She deadpanned.
Warren smirked. "Normally I am, but you bring out the optimist in me."
"How can one person do that?" She grinned.
"I dunno. But I do know your password." Warren said conversationally.
Dannie-Lynn looked at him like 'yeah right.' "What?" That had been a random admission.
"Juju bean angel wings."
Dannie-Lynn's eyes went wide and she stared at him incredulously. "But no one's ever figured out my password. How?"
"Actually it took a little research. I uh wondered where your mom was laid to rest and I found a picture of you kneeling by the grave right after her funeral and I saw the words on the head stone. And your tattoo is like your life so I figured hers was too and you wrote about that in your blog." Warren explained completely how he had figured out her password.
Dannie-Lynn was shocked and also slightly pleased. No one had ever cared enough to dig a little when given the opportunity to unlock her hidden secrets on her laptop. "So I guess you'll want to read those files now?" Dannie-Lynn said.
Warren shook his head. "No, just thought I'd tell you I figured it out." He said kindly.
"Warren?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm sorry for going off on you."
Warren smiled at her and gently laid his hand over hers that was holding tight to the edge of her bed. He felt her fingers release their grip on the mattress and she flipped her hand so they were palm to palm and their fingers laced together. Dannie-Lynn let a small crackle of flame emit from her hand and Warren did the same hearing the sizzle of their fire flaming together.
The flames died away and they just sat there looking at each other. Dannie-Lynn let a smirk grace her lips. And she gently pulled her hands from Warren's and got up from where she sat going towards her closet. "What are you doing?" Warren asked.
Dannie-Lynn knelt to rummage through her bag. When she finally found what she was looking for she grabbed a shirt and some baggy jeans from her closet and slipped them on over her suit and came out of her closet and walked towards Warren. "I repeat what are you doing?" He asked for the second time with a curious smirk on his face.
"Oh just documenting this." She said a sly smile gracing her beautiful face.
Warren looked at her confused and she straddled his lip feet brushing his knees hanging over the edge of the bed. "Huh?" Dannie-Lynn pulled the thin digital camera from her back pocket where she had slipped it and showed Warren. "Uh, uh. No pictures." Warren said.
"Why not?" She asked pouting a little.
Damn she even makes pouting look sexy. Warren thought silently to himself. "I just hate pictures." He said.
"But I'll be in this one with you and I really think you'll like what I have in mind." Dannie-Lynn said huskily.
Warren sighed. When had he turned to putty? "Alright." He said.
Dannie-Lynn smirked switching the camera on and held it out to her left with her thumb hanging over the button. She looked at Warren grinned and captured his lips in a heated kiss much like the first one they had shared.
Warren was well aware of her intentions now and saw the flash out of the corner of his eyes as they closed. "Can I tell you something?" She muttered in between kisses.
Warren grunted in response as he felt her tongue trace his bottom lip and he opened admitting her a free ticket to explore. Their tongues danced together giving them both new sensations.
"I…" She trailed off feeling his hands on her lower back rubbing soothing circles.
Having felt the slightly tense tissue of her lower back Warren had the sudden urge to ease the disturbance in her flesh to loosen her up a bit more and began to rub circles in her lower back region. "Yes?" He asked pulling away from her lips for air.
Dannie-Lynn just sat there rolling her neck a bit as his hand worked wonders on the tense muscle tissue on her lower back. "Never mind not important." She muttered in his ear brushing her cheek against his creating a pleasant friction. Warren nuzzled the crook of her neck and then laid his lips on the satin like flesh over her pulse point and began drawing blood to the surface.
A knock came at the door and the camera Dannie-Lynn was holding fell to her mattress. "Dannie!" It was her father.
"Shit!" She hissed jumping from Warren's lap and wiping his saliva from her neck before answering the door. "Hi dad. Save the city already?" She asked sarcastically. She had brought her hair forward to hide the starting bruise on her neck.
"Yeah came to see if you guys wanted to continue practice?" He asked looking between Warren who was still sitting on the bed to Dannie-Lynn who stood before him with a sweet smile.
Dannie-Lynn made and face slightly smiling and shook her head. "No dad it's fine really. I was actually considering going and helping Roman with a class at the studio before you got here." She said lying through her teeth. She knew exactly what she wanted to be doing, but she could hear downstairs and hear that the others were just starting to come back from wherever they had been.
"Oh ok. Warren you interested?" Johnny asked.
Warren shook his head. "No thanks." He said casually.
Johnny glanced at them once again and then shook his head a bit. "Dannie just let me know if you go k?"
Dannie-Lynn nodded. "Sure thing dad. I probably wont though class is just starting and I should've been there like ten minutes ago."
"But…" Johnny started in confusion.
"Roman isn't very strict, but it's hard to help teach when you don't even understand the routine from the beginning."
Johnny just smirked at her. "You're lying through your teeth Dannie. Keep it pg thirteen in here please." He walked away leaving Dannie-Lynn standing at her door gaping.
"When did…" Dannie-Lynn closed her door as she looked over at Warren in shock. "My dad…" She couldn't finish a full sentence.
Warren just shrugged and smirked at her. "So what constitutes pg thirteen?" He asked jokingly.
Dannie-Lynn snapped out of her stupor and went over and crawled onto her bed snatching her camera by Warren's side and then grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him back so he was completely on the bed and they were lying next to each other. Dannie-Lynn held the camera above them and tilted her head closer to Warren's. "Say flame." She joked.
Warren groaned. "Do I have to?" He asked.
"Just one more." She said. Warren seemed to accept this answer and he turned onto his side placing his arm over her abdomen and his head just beside hers looking up to the camera out of the corner of her visible eye. "Smile hothead." She giggled. The flash went off and the picture was taken. Dannie-Lynn immediately looked at the screen and smiled. "You smiled."
"Did it make you smile?"
"Yes."
"Than that's why I did it. So you never did answer my question. What constitutes pg 13?" Warren grinned. (AN: I was going for the 'be a little mushy' and get a little in return)
Dannie-Lynn rolled onto her side after setting her camera down on her nightstand and looked into Warren's eyes. "I'm not really sure. Maybe we should watch a PG 13 moving and figure that out." She said jokingly. "My dad has never been that perceptive."
"Would you rather us keep this a secret?" Warren asked almost too casually for Dannie-Lynn's liking.
"No. Besides I can't keep secrets this good." She grinned. "I wonder if saying the word horny is PG 13?" She wondered randomly out loud.
Warren looked at her and chuckled with an impish grin. "Horny? Why do you ask?"
"Cause I'm seriously horny." She deadpanned obviously unashamed of her announcement of sorts. "Ok the politically correct term would be turned on, maybe that's more PG 13."
Warren smirked. "You just say it like it is don't you?"
"Yes."
"I love it." Warren leaned closer taking her lips in a light kiss and Dannie-Lynn decided to initiate more pressing contact and pressed harder to his lips and felt him open and silently took his hint. Their tongues dance in the warmth of their mouths as their legs mingled together and their hands roamed. Dannie-Lynn found the hand that wasn't resting under her pillow beneath her head, running through Warren's short dark hair while his free hand slipped up and down her side, stroking.
Dannie-Lynn felt Warren lean into her and she fell onto her back and he hovered over her kissing down her neck no longer able to resist leaving the mark he had started. As his lips sucked and nibbled the soft patch of skin his hand started traveling up her shirt until hers grabbed it stopping him. "That's leaving PG 13 hothead." Dannie-Lynn whispered huskily in his ear.
Warren grunted and continued sucking the flesh of her neck. Another knock could be heard at the door and Dannie-Lynn fumed anger.
"Get lost!" She yelled.
Apparently whoever it was got the picture cause after a few moments no one had spoken and there wasn't another knock. Warren chuckled breathily against her skin as he pulled away satisfied with the mark he had claimed her with as his. "Want to go get some coffee with me?" Warren asked his hungry lustful eyes staring into her emerald jewels.
Dannie-Lynn quirked a brow in response as her lip twitched into a small smile. "I'd love to get coffee with you. Let's hit the bookstore too."
"Perfect." Warren sat up and quickly scooted himself off her bed offering her a hand up. Dannie-Lynn took it and found herself flush up against him.
"Hothead." She said playfully.
"Torch." He retorted teasingly.
Dannie-Lynn smiled at the nickname. It was something everyone called her but it never sounded better than when it came from his lips. "I wanna take you somewhere."
Warren looked at her oddly seeing the sad seriousness on her face. "Ok." He said.
"I promise it's nowhere you wont want to go." She said.
Warren nodded. "Anything for you."
Coffee Shop:
"I can't believe you're a published author." Warren said flipping through the pages of the chapter book.
Dannie-Lynn grinned. "I told you I wanted to be a writer. I had that published when I was sixteen. It sold well but it wasn't on the best seller or anything." She told him.
"What's it about?"
"A girls loss and fight for revenge." Dannie-Lynn said stirring at her cup of hot coffee with her finger, the heat not fazing her in the slightest.
Warren looked up at her setting the book on the table. "I'm confused." Warren said.
"It goes hand in hand with where I want to take you. I think we should go so I can explain." Dannie-Lynn stood leaving her glass on the table to be cleaned up. Warren did the same putting the book he had purchased of hers in the inside pocket of his leather jacket. "Where taking a short cut."
"What's that mean?" Warren said skeptically.
As they stepped out in the cooler, but still warm New York breeze Dannie-Lynn grabbed his hand and smiled. "We're taking the torch express. Hold on." She said teasingly. "Flame on!" She yelled and lifted off the ground zooming off holding tight to Warren's hand hoping she wasn't crushing it, when she was powered up she was awful strong without meaning to be.
Warren felt like he was holding to a missile they were going so fast, but soon the feeling of flight stopped as his feet settled on a soft grassy patch.
Dannie-Lynn powered down now only left in her skimpy 'suit.' He looked around and saw that they were in a cemetery and she led him to a grave and knelt down before plopping on the grass and sitting Indian style. Warren sat down beside her and looked at the name on the grave. 'Julianne Storm.'
"This is where you go when you want to be away?" Warren asked more rhetorically than actually asking to know. He already knew her answer.
Dannie-Lynn nodded silently and then looked at him. "I always imagined what I would do if I came face to face with the man that killed her, that book is just one idea I came up with." She said to him.
Warren looked at her realizing what she was saying. She had written about what she knew. Her mother's death, more like murder, and a persons seek of revenge. "Killed?" He asked.
"I was ten and the man entered our apartment under false pretenses of being an old friend of my fathers. I was in my room most of the time, but I heard something break and peeked out of my room. He was on top of her on the couch and she was struggling…"
"Mommy!" Dannie-Lynn shrieked.
The guy looked down the hall at the little girl standing there and his eyes were dark and he wore an evil grin. "Dannie-Lynn get help!" It was the last thing she said being that he tied her hands back and stuffed something in her mouth.
Dannie-Lynn never have being accused of stupidity ran into her room shut and locked it and ran over to her computer and pulled up an I.M. conversation box to message her father's phone. 'Daddy help mommy! HURRY!' She typed. A loud snap like boom sounded in the apartment and Dannie-Lynn shrieked.
Her door started rattling and she ran from her computer and into her closet she shut that as well and tried to get up into the ceiling. Being on the top floor had advantages. Before she could even get the ceiling that lifted up open from her vantage point standing on her dresser she heard the crash of her bedroom door open.
The closet door opened out and Dannie-Lynn shrieked seeing the guy. He grabbed her arm and yanked her off the dresser. "Ow!" She screamed. "Help! Daddy! Help!" Dannie-Lynn cried. He slammed her to the ground and sat atop her legs pinning them down effectively and her hands were held above her head with his free hand.
She saw the gun he held in his opposing hand and gasped as tears welled in her eyes. "I'm gonna do you like I did your mother." He snarled.
"DANNIE!"
"DADDY!" She screamed hearing her father.
Dannie-Lynn saw a fireball hit the guy in the arm faster than she had expected and tilted her head back seeing her father Johnny Storm arms alight with flames. The man must have seeked them out and thought about his tactics, cause his clothes did not catch fire. Johnny noticing this quickly, he charged after him leaping and taking him to the ground tumbling so he didn't hit his daughter. "Run Dannie now!" He yelled.
Dannie-Lynn scrambled to her feet fear in her eyes as she ran out of her room and down the hallway. She ran to the couch to help her mother only to find she wasn't moving. Blood seeped from a small circular wound on the side of her head onto the pristine white carpet, that her mother had worked so hard to keep clean.
"Mommy." She whispered tears welling in her eyes. "Mommy." She cried. The tears spilling down her cheeks as she shook her gently. But there was no life in her eyes and no heave of her lungs in her chest. Dannie-Lynn heard a crash of glass and looked down towards the hall and saw her father rushing from her room. He ran over stopping short when he noticed what his young daughter had witnessed.
"Dannie baby we need to go." Johnny Storm said softly looking from his daughter to his wife with tears in his eyes.
"But mommy." Dannie-Lynn said.
"Mommy is…"
"Dead." Dannie-Lynn said. Johnny let a few tears escape as he picked his daughter up closing his eyes from looking at his wife and turned opening them again and walking from the apartment.
"My dad had thrown the guy out the window, but when we reached the city streets he was no where in sight, and people were saying how he just got up and walked away. Later Uncle Reed deduced that he had some sort of regeneration ability but we never found him." Dannie-Lynn wiped the tear from her cheek.
"Dannie I'm so…"
"Now you understand why I'm just a little screwy." Dannie-Lynn said faint-heartedly.
"I don't think your screwed up." Warren told her as his arm went around her shoulder and she dropped her head onto his shoulder.
"My mom hated my dad when they met. She said he was arrogant and he said she was a snob, though that was far from the truth. I wont deny my fathers young arrogance, but my mother was not wealthy nor a snob. She had danced her way from the streets of Jersey to the American Ballet Company.
A Prima Ballerina is all she ever wanted to be. And she was until she injured herself and was left to be an instructor at a local dance studio. I started training with her when I was seven, kept it up for a few years after she died but I never had the natural grace or talent she did."
Warren was happy on the inside that she trusted him with this information and now maybe he should return her trust. "My father was a Pyrokenetic like myself and his thing was art. For a long time after he was incarcerated I wouldn't touch a sketchpad or a canvas and one day I realized I didn't have to quit being an artist because of him. Everything he painted was dreary and dark, so I sketch people. Portraits and cartoons mostly."
Dannie-Lynn glanced up at him from under her heavy black lashes and there was a smile in her eyes that didn't reach her lips but he knew. "So you still did it, just in a different fashion. Like me." She said softly.
Warren nodded. "In sorts." He said smiling slightly.
"I-I did what I did because my father was my hero my whole life. Always strong and brave and when you see the man that you've idolized as your hero racking in sobs for the woman he loved you pretty much want anything but love." Dannie-Lynn said as if trying to explain her actions better.
Warren looked down into her emerald eyes and saw how hard it obviously was for her to explain why she did the things she did. "You don't owe me explanations. You're a big girl with feelings and rationality like everyone else. Though it may be a little askew, no offense, you can do your own thing."
"I want to tell you though." Dannie-Lynn said with a faint smile. "And I've come to the conclusion that father knows best. I think some where along the line my father picked up on a few things between us. He's not dense, he's just absentee sometimes."
"I think you should tell him what you feel. You know like the stuff you put in your blog I mean."
"No. It wouldn't do any good. Something I didn't put in the blog is that, that morning my mom and dad had a huge argument. She was sick of his lack of help around the apartment and he like a guy said whatever. She was fumed, but it wasn't her fault." Dannie-Lynn sat up and looked over to a smaller head stone by a small tree, that couldn't have been to many years old. "She was pregnant and her hormones were off the charts." Dannie said as she stood and walked over to the other head stone.
Warren followed suit and stood to her left and saw the tombstone. 'Baby Storm' it had no birth date but wore the same death date as Julianne's did. "My dad planted the tree in memory of him. The coroner was able to tell us that much, that it was a boy. My mom had been waiting for my dad's birthday to tell him and she was three and half months along able to hide the small bump with clothes. I know it sounds weird, two people living together and one completely oblivious, but mom didn't really show for a while cause she wasn't a toothpick and there were many nights my father would fall asleep at the Baxter building. My aunt knew though and she was the one that told my dad when the coroner came to retrieve the body."
"My mom use to say things happened for a reason."
"I wish I could believe that."
Warren put his arm around her waist and she in turn did the same hugging him to her. "This is a peaceful place." Warren said.
"I come here when I need to think or just be alone. I've pondered how to kill someone who can regenerate so many times I've lost count. My favorite is decapitation."
"Dannie thinking like that…"
"They're only thoughts. I promise. If I should ever face him I'm going to slap a neutralizing bracelet on his wrist beat the snot out of him and than hand him over to the police." Dannie-Lynn said laughing faintly at her own words sounding so childish.
Warren kissed her cheek and she turned her head and looked up and gave him a tender kiss. "It's dark we should probably get back." Warren suggested.
Dannie-Lynn nodded and gave him another quick kiss. "Nothing like visiting a cemetery to get rid of sexual craving." She joked.
Warren chuckled softly. "So maybe later I could sneak into your room and…" He trailed off smirking at her.
"Are you insane? No, no sex in the apartment why do you think I sneak out. I'm not stupid and I don't have moron stamped on my forehead." Dannie-Lynn said.
Warren looked at her confused. "What's the big deal?"
Dannie-Lynn thought about this. She'd never known her aunt, uncle or father to do bed checks and they lived on the floor above them in separate apartments, so really what was the big deal. "Some one could interrupt." Dannie-Lynn said shrugging. "I dunno I've just never had sex there alright."
"Are you implying that I meant sex when we just got together?" Warren asked teasingly.
"I've jumped in the sack faster than that." Dannie-Lynn smirked seductively at him. "But maybe with you I'll go a little slower." She said in a teasing manor.
"Really?" Warren asked with an intrigued impish grin. They were walking along a cement path that led out of the cemetery, both ok with a long walk.
"Mmmhmm…" Dannie-Lynn hummed to the positive pursing her lips in a tight grin. "First I'll torture you with exceedingly amazing kisses if I do say so myself."
"Patting yourself on the back already?" Warren teased.
Dannie-Lynn seemed to ignore his comment. "And then we'll move on to general touching maybe a little bit of toned down foreplay." She explained thinking about the images clearly in her head. An image of Warren's hand roaming below her panty line while sucking generously on her taut nipples sent a shiver down her spine and made her palms sweat with anticipation.
"And then?" Warren asked smirking at her.
"Than maybe a little hyped up foreplay and then maybe I'll let you have me. But…I've never been great with slow." She said teasingly giving him a naughty but slightly innocent shrug joined by an impish smirk
"Me either."
"But we aren't just going to jump into bed. If I am going to be in a relationship we are going to connect more than on a naked level."
"We already connect…" The conversation continued all the way from the cemetery to a particular part of New York where Dannie-Lynn decided to hail a cab to get to the Baxter building.